Stop Stinking.

It’s 11:03 again

It’s 11:03pm tonight, and once again, your mind is all over the place. You’ve been avoiding work calls for 2 hours, been avoiding the unfinished draft for a deadline at 12am, been smelling like a rotten piece of pork on the bed, and you’ve contemplated suicide about …20 times now and counting, yeah?

Yeah. It does sound weird.

I mean, who would know?.

Didn’t you just finish a 30-minute call with your girlies earlier in the evening, all smiley and gossipy? Didn’t you just post your throwback pictures of growth on your WhatsApp status for all and sundry? Didn’t you just hype your skills on that same status, telling people to “hire you” because you too sabi?!

Wasn’t that you just an hour ago?

Yes. It was…

But the you of an hour ago transformed into the YOU of now: the twenty something year old lying there on her hunches, swallowing tears threatening to fall as she points out everything wrong with her existence, and consciously digging a pit somewhere in her chest to fling her self-pity.

Yes. It is this you that is singing through my lines now, speaking through my hands as they write, and jotting down little nonsensey ideas for me to execute.

Yes, it’s you.

So please. Get up from that stinking bed already stained with your acrid stench, wipe off those invisible tears too deep to spill over your cheeks, then go and have that bath.

It is a much-needed one. And when you finally come out, feel the aftermath of self-love leaving its scent on your soul.

This is my letter to you.❤️❤️