I’d just got home from school-run and all I could think of is, how am I going to get this magazine done? From the design layout to content placement I am yet to figure it out.
Hmm… I started this magazine because I wanted to reach out more to a lot of people with something fresh and different from the norm; and also give creatives more liberty to pour out their souls undiluted.
I am absolutely sticking with my vision.
Continue reading “STYLEBEAT MAG. NG. NOVEMBER 2017.”
BREAST CANCER AWARENESS
O! Hey! My dearest Readers,
I am super excited to bring to you the new edition of Stylebeat Mag. It’s October and we all know it’s about cancer awareness, widows’ rights and domestic violence.
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My dad had returned from his trip and he just wanted to come pick us instead of allowing us join the school bus. While he was taking his usual tour around the school,
Continue reading “STAR STRUCK PART TWO Ep. 1”
I was ‘jejely’ sitting in the taxi on my way back from work when one of the passenger’s phone started playing ” ole ole ole ole ole ole, ole, omoge Manchester , shalewa united…” I was practically transported from 2017 to my university days. That song by DJ zeez was a Continue reading “On getting through it with music”
When I first got to the noodles spot, I had realized it was not just me had that odd hour craving and it felt good. But now we were all victims that had fallen into the temptation of this odd hour noodles craving.
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Once upon a time a certain p word simply referred to a cat and another d word referred to a man’s name. Now we can not say these words without extracting varying reactions from people, from giggles to frowns. Now they are coming for my cookies! Seriously all of you should hold it right there because no one messes with what I eat. These body parts have their own actual names. Continue reading “On the body appreciation challenge”
currently listening to Wo by Olamide
Wednesday 1:22 am, an odd hour to crave a nicely prepared plate of noodles. The thing is I didn’t want to prepare it. But even if I did want to,it would kill my appetite. I didn’t want to do that to the things in my belly that had begun to make obvious their existence with the sound they made. Continue reading “STAR STRUCK part 1”