Recently I've been watching black movies on Netflix, I've watched The Brothers, Always a bridesmaid, Love Jacked, Think like a man and more. I love these movies so much because there's a strong essence of cultural relatability. Though the common theme of most of these films is someone finding love. This means I have one unanswered question: What is love? I have an almost 'who hurt you?' approach to love. I won't say I've been hurt, but I've been unsuccessful with love. Full t

You’d think that as a writer I’d have a wonderful way with words. As a poet, my words should taste like your favourite meal. That when reading a ToniVerse piece you’d smell party Jollof rice or candy floss... (pick your sweetness). Well at least that’s what I aimed for.... and to an extent have achieved. However, deep down inside, I KNEW I didn’t know how to use my words. I’ve always been good at spelling... in primary school I had the highest dictation test scores. I used to

TEXT MESSAGE FROM ANNIE Tunde instinctually glanced at his phone as a notification lit it up. Upon realising who the message came from he looked again - distracting him briefly from the game. 'Do you want to jump on FaceTime?' the text read 'Tunde man - I'm getting smoked, TF you doing?' Alex's voice piped through the headset. 'Oi, mandem - I might have to cut still... ' he replied 'I heard your phone vibrate, who's texting us?' Sean added 'None of your business - let's just

This doesn't however mean that the new normal will be 'bad'. I personally feel that there will be a lot of good to come out of this period.

Long story short - I got burnout from catch up. LOOOOOL Now that I've found balance...

My tears feel less like failure and more like a step in recovery. I'm not saying that crying will take away your problems or pain...

We spoke about loss, grief, anxiety, depression and other morbid topics, but in the light.

I've seen numerous posts, articles, tweets and more encouraging us to pick up new skills and habits. I wholeheartedly agree with this trope.

Lauren and Scottie were arguing and she was crying and she was like 'but he's MY child.' I had no clue what she was on about...

The gun went off. Another race had started behind me, and some had already overtaken me. 'They have it easier' I complained.