Iyoaye's Public Notes

So a few days ago, a lady had innocently posted for the relationship X’s audience about her initial indifference about her husband and how she didn’t think he was attractive enough at the time. (Honestly I didn’t take too much time to read because, you know — it’s too much and a very chaotic street on X).  Whilst her post was innocently targeted at her audience, she indirectly triggered emotions and trauma deeply buried in the a lot of people who were her husband’s junior in secondary school. For context, I was also his junior and I can relate to a lot of these comments/stories. It was so bad that after I graduated, my dad said “none of his kids will ever step on a unity school” again and he made sure of that.  We all agree that bullying in schools is not an uncommon practice in schools; this doesn’t make it right neither have we founded a structure to eliminate this terrible act that influences and shapes kids through their formative years into young adults. The stories from ...

I didn't have any idea of what to write because it is one of those days when I am in my feels and also not feeling up to it. I feel a little bit sad because it's an estranged friend's birthday and as much as I would want to wish them a happy birthday (probably send a gift), I am not quite sure of the reaction. It's also quite interesting because we have two different ideas/views of what the cause of the issue is and at this point 🤷🤷🤷. (Happy birthday to you) But while contemplating on whether to write or not, I thought about the need for my resolve for this blog - making sure that no 2 days go by without my writing something. This is considering different things happen during the course of my day, and it's worth reflecting and sharing in a place that's much saner than Twitter (now X) - here. At that moment, the word consistency popped in my head, and I was wondering what I'd consider to be the most consistent thing from my everyday life, and my answer wa...

My dad enjoyed watching movies that narrated wars and would always rent/buy VHS tapes and CDs for us to watch at home. I remember watching, sometimes in April, Escape of Sobibor and black hawk down among others with him.  But as a 10-year-old, these movies were merely entertainment, and I didn’t understand the consequences of the scenes I was thrilled by — real people shooting and are being shot at. This changed yesterday when I was watching Black Hawk Down again nearly 20 years ago — thanks to Netflix’s recommendation.  This movie only captured a single raid out of many others and during the raid, over 1000 Somalis died and 19 American soldiers lost their lives.  Streets littered with dead and severely injured people because of a war that could have been avoided.  In the moment, I wondered what walking on that street would feel like, how the hundreds of thousand lives killed in the genocide are remembered, what impact the experience left on the survivors and most im...