Favvy_Okwans🖤

You guesssssssssss! Guess who won the bamsa interdepartmental debate? Yes, your girl! Omor I can't believe it, I was so excited ehen, like>>> I knew I could do it, but actually doing it? Mehn! I'm just grateful to God, to think that after hearing my opponents points I was hoping that lemme just least come second place, but the judge commended argument. It felt like divine compensation for the Shitty week I've had. It meant so much to me for real, it's how I went from the girl that spent a whole day in bed crying over my phonelessness to the girl screaming and jumping on stage when she was declared first place. It was grand and it was something I was actually passionate about, anyways, as my dearly beloved readers, lemme share with you my argument because why not: Artificial intelligence in education: a tool for advancement or a threat to students' intellect? ***** The difference between animals and humans is our ability to think. So when we hand students a ...

 “It is well.” “God knows best.” “I’m sorry.” I don’t think there’s ever an appropriate way or perfect words to console someone who has suffered a loss. Most times, you don’t even need to say anything. All those “I’m sorry for your loss” comments are low-key infuriating because here I am trying to get over the fact that my phone is gone forever, and you’re reminding me how miserable I already feel. Today has been a blur. I was too tired from all the crying, so I just slept. After waking up, I’d go back to sleep, and that’s basically how the entire day went. It was only this evening that I finally picked myself up because the deed had already been done and whether I felt like it or not, the show must go on. Yes, it hurts. So much that even the promise of a new phone didn’t make me feel better because that particular phone wasn’t just a phone. It contained too much,, writings I never completed, poems left unfinished, videos I never posted, and projects I never implemented. Now, enoug...

I like to say I have a thing for consistency. Once I’m locked in on something, no matter the odds, I’ll always show up. That’s why on a day like this, the worst day of my life so far, I’m still here writing, because writing isn’t just what I do anymore, it has become who I am. There’s such a thing as the worst day of one’s life, and I always imagined mine would be losing someone dear to me. But today, although I did suffer a loss, it wasn’t a person, it was a thing. Something that had become an important part of me, what I jokingly call the love of my life. I lost my phone today. I still can’t believe it. The same phone that had once been an answered prayer. The same phone that contained every important detail of my life. It mattered too much. I was on a shuttle bus from Ring Road to UNIBEN after an impossibly stressful day trying to sort out a document issue. As the bus drove off, I reached into my bag to bring out my phone and use it and, lo and behold, it wasn’t there. Panic washed ...

I posted a poetry video today, and when I watched it again, I felt so proud. Not because it was the first time I was reciting those lines in front of a camera, but because this time was so much better. It made me think back to my first attempt at the exact same poem, about a year ago. I made that video when I had just started putting myself out there, and honestly, it was scary. But I still did it. I recorded it, and I posted it. It wasn’t perfect, it was just me at that time. I showed up the best way I knew how. And recently, I’ve been doing so much better. I’m not where I want to be yet, but the facial expressions that used to be my biggest struggle for the longest time are finally improving. Going back to find that first video and watching it again was such an emotional moment for me because damn,,, girl, you’ve improved so much. So why am I saying this? If you’re shy, this is your sign to put yourself out there. Nobody really sends you like that. And even if they laugh at your firs...

I posted a poetry video today, and when I watched it again, I felt so proud. Not because it was the first time I was reciting those lines in front of a camera, but because this time was so much better. It made me think back to my first attempt at the exact same poem, about a year ago. I made that video when I had just started putting myself out there, and honestly, it was scary. But I still did it. I recorded it, and I posted it. It wasn’t perfect, it was just me at that time. I showed up the best way I knew how. And recently, I’ve been doing so much better. I’m not where I want to be yet, but the facial expressions that used to be my biggest struggle for the longest time are finally improving. Going back to find that first video and watching it again was such an emotional moment for me because damn,,, girl, you’ve improved so much. So why am I saying this? If you’re shy, this is your sign to put yourself out there. Nobody really sends you like that. And even if they laugh at your firs...