Thoughts.

A day in the life...

I don't know exactly what to write on, so these are my musings.

I started writing this at 10:48am on November 20, 2025.

Honestly, I don’t even know how to feel.

Firstly, I feel I lack the energy to even fully express myself through writing.

I’m in an Anatomy tutorial right now and I’m so confused I’m almost floating. My coursemates have apparently finished all the textbooks during the holiday and here I am… Olodo core, abi how Zayd dey always talk am😭.

The oppression is unmatched when you see people who don’t have two heads just flowing with whatever the tutor is saying, and you’re sitting there wondering why your own brain is still buffering.

ASUU has declared strike… again. It’s moments like this I start questioning why I didn’t just choose a private university. “I want to be independent,” I said. “Private uni is advanced secondary school,” I said. Well… look at me now.

I just heard they’ve given the federal government four weeks’ notice again. Let’s hope it births something good because… sigh.

Sometimes, I think I lack creativity. A friend once told me, “There’s a story in everything if you look closely.” It stuck.

Unfortunately, my brain doesn’t always see any story when I look at things. But then again, I serve the River that never runs dry — shouldn’t my inspiration be endless?

An endless ocean.(You feel meeee😂?)

And I’ve noticed something: I can only truly write about myself. In every piece I write, there’s always a piece of me tucked somewhere inside. Maybe that’s not such a bad thing. Maybe there’s always something to write about, sha.

On Feminism.

I had separate conversations about identity and feminism with some friends, and it really strengthened my conviction.

Before any identity, I’m a child of God. If an identity starts promoting hatred or one-sidedness in a situation, no matter how valid it looks, I'm not following it. I wanted to write a whole piece on this… but maybe not anymore.

As a girl, the pressure to pick a side in the feminism debate is loud, sha.

Anyway, Embryology is starting. Let me try to focus. Talk later.

November 22, 2025.

Turns out my later was two days later. I was reminded by friends, and I actually want to finish this today. It’s 11:12pm right now.

On Christianity.

This country is really going through a lot. It’s easy to say “it is well” and scroll past the news, but honestly, prayer needs to be done. And not just prayer — action.

We can’t keep asking God to fix the same problems we keep creating.

It hurts hearing about people dying… thinking of the futures they could’ve had. It hurts hearing about kidnappings… imagining how their families feel. In anatomy practical, we used real human bones! I saw cadavers(dead bodies), which are used to dissection and all now. Really made me think.

You can form a conspiracy theory and write a long think-piece, but deep down, what Nigeria needs is action. Everyone is tired. People say we need youths and morally upright people to go into the system, fix it, bring Nigeria back.

But then I saw a scenario:

There’s a line for the national cake. Only the people at the front — the politicians — are eating.

Someone starts advocating for the masses, so they push him forward. But when he gets there, the national cake gets stuffed in his mouth. He becomes silent… silenced by the same thing he fought against.

Does that make sense?

On personal growth.

According to the school calendar, tests start December 1st. I’ve not caught up. The topics are wide and wild. At this point all I’m praying for is ease, as B.sayo once said.

On Loveeee.

Two of my close friends like each other. I found out today. It was so cute, honestly.

But you know, as Christian teenagers, some things are not advisable, so Bible verses and all that come in😩.

See me talking as if I no do I’m rooting for you😭✋🏿.

Still not advisable.

Love is not just romance.

Love is the way my grandma gives me money, says I’ll “pay back,” and never asks.

Love is in the stranger I shook in church who smiled at me like we’d met before.

Love is small things. Quiet things. Overlooked things.

Final Thoughts

I’m figuring things out slowly. I’m atimes confused, inspired sometimes, drained other times. My musings are imperfect, just like me. But maybe that’s the point: to write anyway, to feel anyway, to live anyway.

But those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.

I love you all so deeply,

Oluwatobiloba.

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