Life’s not meant to make sense all the time.

Sometimes we don’t make sense and life has no sense and nothing makes sense.

It’s a topsy turvy world. An hourglass kind  of place, today you are high up the contentment scale and tomorrow, rock bottom.

I won’t tell you that you can do it and you’ll be fine and you should pick up the fallen senses and build a six story mansion in the sky because then I’ll just be like a con-artist motivational speaker.

I’ll tell you that in my years on earth (which might seem not that much) I figured that you are entitled to your plenty ‘life is not making sense periods’.

It’s not necessarily teenage years or mid-life crises, everything in between counts and should not be downplayed.

If life makes sense 24/7/4/12 then I doubt life will even be any fun or interesting. I mean you’ve figured everything out, move on to the next level.

There’s a reason why we need God , there’s a reason why we need to confide and seek His guidance, if everything is spelt out then I hardly think we will.

The figuring out part, the contemplation on direction, the part where you are trying to reconcile who you really are, who you thought you were and who you’d like to be , the confusing part (who should I be with, what’s best for me), the unraveling part, the puzzle-solving part of life is actually 80% of it and eventually it gives life meaning and keeps you on your toes and growing.

So life doesn’t make sense? Yup, mine too most times is jumbled up but las las, we go dey alright.

How inconsistent are you? Are you like me, better or worse?  Do you also start a project with soooo much energy and spirit you feel like a space ship running on a million gallons of fuel. Then the fuel level starts dropping, and you start eyeing Earth. Then it drops, and drops till the only thing keeping you up are mere drops and fume. You chute up but there’s no steam and down you come crashing to Earth… and reality. And there goes the tail of the project… away and onto the next.

It’s always a good idea till it becomes hard work and only very few things you are truly passionate about pass the test of time.

You went to a make up class all geared up, you learned the art, you feel like in 3 months time you’ll be Mamza effortlessly gliding your brush against peoples faces accentuating their beauty and making it bold. You are the real deal. Then three months come and you don’t even like the sight of an eye pencil. ‘Makeup might not be for me’, you say ‘I’ll open a website today’.

I know your likes, you are like me. A free spirit. A tester of everything. You crave newness, your soul needs refreshing so you jump from a tree to another never quite letting the last one to fully grow.

It’s not as glamorous as it sounds, sad in fact that we have focus yet what we lack most is focus.

Close in for a group hug… and a plate of cheesecake.

I live in phases. I phase in and phase out. 5 years ago, I started my blog. It was my not-secret diary. I write stuff that mattered to me. It was liberating… but that was just on one part because on the most rewarding part; people read.

People actually read my scribbled thoughts, my thrown-together muses, my detachable imaginations and they appreciated it. Some even sent DMs to express their appreciation for reading my diary (weird when I say it like that) but I was happy I wrote.

Then I stopped, I had phased out of open diary writing stage and moved on to the next ‘thing of interest’. Looney human.

Anyway my loyal and ever-willing blog hadn’t seen an update for 2 years plus and yet, it never gave up on me. Thank you blog bae, I’ll be more caring now In Sha Allah.

So after reading tnene.com, a blog kept by a fellow lawyer who had contacted me about liking my write ups some 4 years ago my motivation came back and I found myself DMing her about hers. Check out her blog, it’s insightful… very.

I just hope this is a phase I can maintain. I intend on making the posts short and sharp.

So, all my poems, short stories, worries, crazy thoughts, perspectives, humor, satirical writing and anything writing from now on (to the duration of this hopefully forever phase) will be on my blog.

Do keep up with the escribbler and let me know what you think always.

See you (more).