At first, Paris is stinking metro and constant hand wipes in panic. Then, Paris is thousands of bodies walking slowly along the Champs Elysees.
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Our first apartment sat on the cross of Onipan and Ilupeju. We were wide-eyed pretend-adults struggling to have money left at the end of the month.
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I usually start each TinyLetter by pooling random notes and half-formed thoughts to find the common thread in my thoughts over a recent period.
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Love does not die calmly, even when it dies quietly. It is a storm that leaves someone asking whys and your heart skipping.
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It is easier to lead people down the path of their own happiness than to explain the questions I have not even answered to myself. Don’t give me sorrow.
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A few weeks ago, E asked, "Why does fun stop for grown ups?” I did not know what to answer. I still don’t know, but I think I’m relearning what it means to have fun.
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I follow random conversations everywhere, and I followed this one out of the mouth of a 77-year-old man and off a train at a random stop to a bar.
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“Short stories set in Nigeria,” I answer, because I can’t explain that it is hard to trace the root of brokenness, yet my mind won’t stop time traveling.
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