There are moments when I feel like I carry a world of thoughts no one around me hears. Not because I don’t have a voice, but because I rarely find the space or people I want to share it with.
I grew up differently, and my upbringing and experiences have deeply shaped how I view the world. Not exactly groundbreaking as I’m certain it is most likely the same for most people. Still, it has given me a unique perspective and opinion on most things, one which doesn’t allow my view fit into small talk or casual conversations.
I’ve always had a strong voice, just not always a verbal one. While I enjoy sharing stories, I’ve never been someone who loves to speak much with most people.
But writing, writing gives me space. Writing lets me unpack, explore, rant, reflect, and most importantly, express without interruptions and misunderstandings. I am a verbose writer as my thoughts don’t come in fragments. They come in rivers. And I’ve been accused one too many times of wanting to be seen by dragging my point too long on my one and only favourite Nigerian blogger’s post. The only one I follow, I might add, to stay plugged into current Nigerian entertainment update. Nevertheless, it felt right to have this space for myself at this moment to be able to express myself freely.
Moreover, Instagram has been nice for photos and quick captions, but I found myself holding back a lot. Most people there aren’t really there to read. They scroll, like, and move on. Thus, it makes sense to have a space where I can dig deeper, a space that is mine, where my voice will not get lost in a sea of noise.
This is why I started this blog, and this is where I’ll speak, write and be.
Welcome to Cocomma’s Diaries.
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