Dennessa Writes

 Let me tell you about building castles in the sky, you often fall to your misery from up there. Hey guys welcome back to my blog. So I've been busy building my skyscrapers in the sky and not with any solid foundations even (hope is a dangerous thing you know) but even so I know how to be a rugged faither I don't know if you make up words like I do, but faither best describes it. I'm going to teach how to come out undone and yet beaming. So amidst the many things I pray for, I pray for a job that pays me really well, needless to say that my prayer is backed up with a lot of application letters, I've heard, they say, faith without work is dead, therefore, I update my CV as should suit an application and try really hard to give a befitting application letter and mail it. Well, I'm still jobless, lets get that out there, and no its not because my CV hasn't been ranked by resume.worded and the likes as well above 70, nor because I haven't had calls for interview...

Expectations are mostly the cause of disappointment. Welcome lovelies, here's my valentine story. Growing up the only thing I knew about valentine's is the fact that it was a makeshift Christmas day since the colors of the day are red and white and presents were given as well. Then as a teenager in high school, it was a day to know the prettiest girl cause she had the most gifts and I usually had none (didn't mean I was the ugliest, not even remotely, I was just the girl every guy told they had a crush on someone else because I was a tomboy - guy's lady). Valentine's to me was mundane and the frivolities of the day made it even more uninteresting until hormones happened.   It was my first valentine as someone's girlfriend, I was expectant, I wanted texts at 12am, a lunch date, a kiss, a reassuring I love you and at least one present that I'd keep forever. It was a perfect plan save for the fact that my boyfriend was in a different country and he'd been t...

 Hi loves, its Sunday I hope you went to church, if no, doxology lol. Today I'm here to talk about fears, what deep dark worries keep you awake most nights? I'll share a few and give you a tip or two that I've used to have sound sleep this year. Everyone has the normal phobias, fear of heights, pistanthrophobia, athazagoraphobia, arachnophobia and the rest of them, basic phobias I call them, for me, these are superficial and can rarely keep you awake except the spider is on your bed sha. Now that we know that such phobias are basic, lets delve into today's post shall we.   My biggest fear is of failure really, I hate that awkward moment when I'm there fully clad with nothing to offer, God forbid bad thing. But the biggest way to trample over failure is to prepare isn't it? Fully equip yourself and hit the ground rolling, or is that how its said? However there's a word that churns around in the human vocabulary - a word called "hard", sometimes call...

 I find the statement ‘tell me about yourself’, quite annoying. I feel like if you want to know about me you’d stick around long enough to find out as much as you need. Notice I said as much as you need, not everything, just as much as you need depending on the level of relationship we have. But, as much as I hate the statement ‘tell me about yourself’, I find that its at the crux of everyday conversations, so unfortunately, I have to answer it. Today I’m going to tell you about myself so that when you visit the page again, you’d have a feel of me, what I’m like and why I write the way I do, or maybe you’d understand my underlying disposition to write instead of speaking.  My name is Onyinye Dennise Dennessa, Nwogu. I’m an ambivert. I think I’m tripolar because each of my names has its own personality, so when you meet Onyinye she’s different from Dennise who’s also different from Dennessa. Lets meet each of them shall we.  Onyinye is the calm and collected one, she’s alw...

Hi again, its been a while since I wrote anything really, but we're grateful for a new year. Happy new year loves. I'm single again, I've been in an out of one relationship for a year plus now, and every time we got back, it felt more detached. So I may not be the one to tell you how to love correctly, but I think I have bragging rights on telling you how I wanted to be loved, and I'm certain a lot of people would love to be loved that same way.    Tip 1: Never be indifferent to your differences - remember that as similar as the fingerprints of your fingers on one hand are, only one can unlock your phone. Most people say we're a lot alike, so they tend to overlook those little differences, honey, pay attention to details. In those minute differences there's either a making or marring. For me, I love jovial people but, a joke too far can have dire consequences.  Tip 2: Never get too comfortable - I mean a relationship between two people shouldn't be on...

As a young lass growing up with her grandparents, the TV station that was almost never changed was NTA. I hated the 9'o clock news and the gibberish they sat spewing for over an hour mostly because I never brought myself to comprehending it. My favorite show however was a Friday evening program - tales by moonlight, it had children like me and an adult who told them beautiful stories. Growing up in a Nigerian home there are always proverbs or proverbial stories of uncles you had never met or aunties or cousins, note however, the fact that you have never and might never meet these people. I likened them to the stories of aunty Ada in the tales by moonlight. My favorite proverbial story is of an uncle's uncle and his friend and their sojourn to Lagos in search of greener pastures. My uncle is an orator, a seasoned one, my uncle's uncle, I have never met, I mean the particular one in this tale. My uncle's uncle and his dear friend traveled to Lagos in a bus together ...

As we drove passed the old oak tree or what was left of it I remembered how often that had been a marker for people who were coming to our’s and were somewhat confused or how it had been the spot where I had my first kiss, or how often at times it had been the spot where all the children had gathered to tell tall tales. All that was left now of that magical spot was a stump and dilapidated wood wet and soggy from where I was sitting. Our drive wasn’t as short as it should have been and the honking of car horns and slow traffic made it even less desirable as we journeyed slower than usual. I let my gaze travel around seeing everything and nothing as none could hold my attention for more than a few seconds. Alas, a sight that seemed familiar, a little boy in a bus just adjacent our vehicle, he was pointing at every vendor and tugging at his mom’s shirt, and the mom, with every tug she looked the other way, I knew the drill, golden memories it brought back of a time when mother and I...