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In today’s post I’m styling a denim shirt dress with my made in Nigeria mules. What do you think? Love it?

I left my office on Friday to go spend the weekend at my boyfriends house and I had to go to the office on Saturday. I work weekends sometimes and that was a busy day, I had not eaten all day and I told

Nights like this with blood dripping out of me. Feets locking the bowl of EBA I just stirred Father angry that it was a bit too hard Mother failing to convince him why the garri was difficult to make Brother

Beginning again. I have been a blogger for over two years and in January I woke up to what I call my worst blogger Nightmare. My contents were gone. I was broken. I was sad. I cried. I was depressed. I

When next he asks you why you won't place your value under his feet and break your standards to feed his fragile Ego like you used to. Let him know that you've remembered how your mother washed your skin

Princess You must remember to lighten yourself in the days when your arms fail you and you no longer feel your limbs. Days when your eyes are soaked with dissatisfaction and the future looks pregnant with

These are the types of Nights that I want to run a bath but i still sit on the bathroom floor. When I want to drop my phone and think but don't because it's the same cylce. I think about it and say I'll

Screams Hiii I'm Funke Olotu, a Free spirited Nigerian Fashion model, writer, blogger and Feminist. I have a passion for helping people in whatever way I can, after beating depression and low self esteem

With the title of this post, I’m sure you know where I got the inspiration from, it’s that time of the month, for red letter to come visit, red letter is our code name for period 😉 I don’t get my period

Today, I will open my doors and windows. Arrange the pieces of clothes I left abandoned like my soul. Dust my bed. Adorn her with the bedsheet mother got. Comb my hair just to cut it. Today, I will look

quoteImage from pinterest. To the girls that called me ugly. To the ones that called me flat. The ones that spat terrible words at my face. The ones that mocked me. The ones that made me stay in bed all