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It’s Monday morning in Lagos. The city is awake before I am. The air is loud. Danfo buses are honking. […]

…To Young Nigerian Girls Trying to Figure Life Out Dear Younger Me, You didn’t always have the words. Sometimes you

I’ve always believed that teaching is more than standing in front of a class. But the day I knew for

My Quiet Hustle. There’s something poetic about debugging code while NEPA takes light.There’s something heroic about submitting a front-end project

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Today, I slept through my alarm again. I opened one eye at 7:15 a.m., then closed it because I couldn’t

My Name is Blessing Okwong and here is why I am finally going public with this blog.  I like to

It’s Monday again. I woke up to the sound of a danfo horn screaming like it has beef with my

Sunday in Lagos feels like the city is finally tired. Like it’s sitting somewhere with a cold bottle of Malt,

The sun today was not just hot — it was a full-blown warning. The kind of heat that dares you