Babithoughts

  • The day my pocket laughed

    Word of advice friends, if a restaurant plays jazz music or instrumentals, avoid it. At all cost! If the menu is printed on a book, and not posted on the wall, stay away, for your own sake! 27th September, 2018 early morning, after I had snoozed my alarm severally, my phone rang. This time, it…

  • Part 1: Birthdays are for ladies and maybe Short Men

    Disclaimer. The author of this article is suffering from a rare condition, humorawesomenessatire, and as such this article does not in any way reflect the opinion and facts of a thinking human being and therefore you may not learn anything from this article. The author is just bitter that he is a living evidence that…

  • Ignorant Media, an accomplice to terror attacks

    Tuesday afternoon’s attack on riverside, Wetlands reincarnated   the doom and gloomy scars of terrorism attacks in our nation. People in riverside were unlucky to be the victims of a cowardice act of terror, but thanks to our faithful and brave security agencies, sanity has been restored. Bravo to our brave soldiers and everyone who was…

  • Why is music so underrated?

    It is a strange place right now, this world. You switch on the news and you’re met with grim and desolate news. Watching TV is no longer fun and seductive, like in the past. When you seek an escape route on social media, Trump meets you with juvenile tweets, you wonder what he is doing…

  • New year resolutions? Such a Cliché! Try this instead.

    The day is finally here. A new beginning. A beckoning of life-changing and transformative journey. At least that’s what most of us want to believe, and are having it jotted down. Show me who invented new year’s resolutions and I’ll tell you what’s wrong with it. I’ll tell you who did. New year’s resolution was…

  • Wounds of a friend or Kisses of an enemy?

    Harvey Spector walks into Donna’s office, seeking advice on whether to make Mike a senior partner at the firm. To his surprise, Donna thinks otherwise. “You made him a lawyer before he was ready. Don’t make him a senior partner before he’s ready. It won’t help him, and it won’t help us.” “How do you…

This is how it all started…

I’ve always had a loud mind. Constantly shooting ideas, half-formed thoughts, questions I couldn’t ignore. Most of them didn’t need answers. They just needed somewhere to go.

For a long time, I carried them around. Let them pile up. That didn’t end well. Writing became the release. The pause button. A way to slow my thinking down enough to hear myself clearly. Not to impress. Not to perform. Just to empty the noise onto a page.

Babithoughts is personal. Unfiltered. Sometimes messy. Sometimes sharp. Often unfinished. It mirrors how my mind actually works, not how it’s supposed to sound.

I write here to make sense of things. Work. People. Ambition. Contradictions. Africa. Me.