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Someone once told a simple story that has refused to leave my mind. A teacher stood in front of his students holding a clear glass filled with water. He raised it slightly and asked them a question. “How heavy is this glass?” The students gave the usual answers.Two hundred grams.Three hundred grams.Maybe a little more. The teacher smiled and said something interesting. “The exact weight does not matter.” Then he asked them another question. “If I hold this glass for one minut

Maybe I say things too softly or to loudly. Maybe my silence becomes a blank page people write their own story on.

2025, you tested every part of me. My faith, my patience, my resolve, my heart. You pushed me in places I did not even know existed. And for a large part of it, it felt like I was doing life alone. That is a story for another day.

2025 has been a long episode of life lessons. It’s as though my life hit auto-cruise on “things Erin should learn.” And honestly, I’ve learned plenty. Here are a few of them:

Hey there, beautiful people (and the me who’s reading this): Whew, these last few months? Totally different vibe. I mean, it’s been ages since I put pen to paper (or fingers to keyboard) and actually hit “publish.” There were days, weeks, even, where I’d open my drafts, stare at a blank screen, and then promptly close the tab like, Nope. Zero words, zero motivation, zero posts. So, if I missed saying “Happy New Year,” take this for 2024 and 2025, okay? You’re welcome. To the

Nobody warned me. I just woke up one day and realised I was in a silent, invisible competition I didn’t sign up for. A race. To get a degree. Get a job. Secure the bag. Be a soft babe. Find purpose. Serve God (but aesthetically). Have clear skin, perfect reels, fit arms, glowing faith, and a thriving business. All before… what? 25? Please. 🧠 When Did Life Become a Checklist? Suddenly, adulthood became a spreadsheet. People are tracking wins like KPIs. Comparing pain like bad

She didn’t scream. She didn’t throw anything or curse the heavens. She just stood there, in the middle of the room, phone in hand, heart somewhere between her ribs and the floor. The message was short. Clean. No fluff. "Unfortunately, ..." Unfortunately! Again?? She laughed; not the funny kind, but the broken kind that tries to stitch up a crack with sound. Because deep down, she’d already said yes. In faith. In prayer. In plans. She had bought the metaphorical balloons, bake

There’s something about Victor Thompson’s “2Cor 5:7” that’s been ministering to me deeply. Maybe it’s the quiet repetition. Maybe it’s the comfort of Scripture turned melody. Or maybe it’s just that it feels like someone put my current season into song. “Walk by faith, not by sight. Standing solely on the Word. Not by strength, not by might— Already won all my fight.” It sounds simple. But simple doesn’t mean easy—especially not in this ghetto season called adulting. There ar

In today's fast-paced world, it's no secret that we all strive for consistency in various aspects of our lives. Whether it's our daily routines, work habits, or even our social media presence, consistency is often seen as a key to success. Recently, I embarked on a journey to bring more consistency to my Instagram page, but along the way, I learned a valuable lesson about faith and life. As I type this, my Instagram feed has just three posts, a far cry from the six I had init

Do you ever find yourself downplaying your talents and abilities, just like I used to do? You see, I've always been a creative soul, passionate about DIY projects, crafts, and various forms of art, including music.

The past few weeks have been plagued by a lot. In fact, more than a few weeks if I'm being honest. The past months have been a lot for my soft girl aesthetics. I have cried, wept, prayed, rejoiced, lost hope and found faith all together. And if I’m going to be honest with myself, all the rollercoaster of emotions was because of me being my source for most things. I was the planner, strategic supervisor, vision maker, mood board designer and all things I need not be doing as G

Hi there family members! Long time no post/content/blog? It's been a hot minute since I last poured out my thoughts on paper. So, how's life treating you? Take a second to check in with yourself. These past few months have been quite a ride, you know? As you may or may not know I left the one shore of Nigeria and embarked on this journey to chase another degree. And let me tell you, it's been like a rollercoaster of emotions. I've had more alone time than I can count, and it'

Dear Black Girl (in diaspora), I hope you are doing well as you settle into your new country. I understand it can be a difficult transition, leaving behind family, friends, and the familiar culture of your home.

I ran like my life depended on it. I remember carrying one of the heavy "hand" luggage we had, well I tried carrying it, and I was struggling with it, then my mom offered to help, but you see that agidi of mine (past tense agidi/stubbornness), I said no, whilst trying to run efficiently.

Hiiii... welcome to theerinojo.com.ng. There is so much to say and so little spaceee... Either way, the past couple of months have been mind-blowing, each day had something new for me to learn, and for most of it, it was overwhelming, but in the long run, it was absolutely worth it. So first a little update on things that connect us/concern you. First of all (go down low/introduction) the blog domain as from henceforth changed from .com to .com.ng soooooo theerinojo.com.ng. S

All my life I was told I was an extrovert, it was instilled in me that all my character traits were that of an extrovert, but as I continued to grow, a journey of self-discovery led me to the words ambivert (a bit of both). I am neither an extrovert nor an introvert, I share traits of both, I am never the first to volunteer for public speaking, but when forced or asked to do it, I won't back down and I'll perform well. I am never the one to come up with parties, host or even

This one is personal. It’s not research-based. It’s not a textbook explanation. It’s not even a perfectly worded letter. It’s just truth — mine, at least. A few days ago, I had an honest moment with myself. One of those “let it out” nights. The kind where you cry quietly — not because anything new happened, but because everything old is still present. And what came out was this. 💌 To the Person Who’s Tired To the person who has googled autism more times than they’ve googled

Not like I can't eat Semo, I just happened not to like it, in fact, there are many meals I really would rather not eat, except I don't have a choice (which is every time my mom does the cooking)..

Over the years, I have metamorphosed into the elegant damsel that I am (yes ke! I resume this year with steady hypes). Okay, now that I'm ALL grown, my idea and vibe for the new year has changed. I moved from giggly, to unbothered, to it's-no-big-deal, to super grateful.

There I was with my 10-year-old frame and 13-year-old body, yes, I was 13 but I could comfortably pass as a 10-year-old, and no one would argue. I thought my 13th birthday would bring the wave of puberty I had been waiting for, like God please hear my solemn cry, I want breast too, I want bum-bum, I want hips. Everything about me then was the opposite of what I wanted, from my glasses-frame to my height, to my figure and so many more, annoyingly! Everyone my age had a thing o