Safe Space once asked on twitter — “what’s your most effective coping mechanism?” In the second part of the love-letter series, Mofiyinfoluwa does an actual rant on everything and anything and also takes us through her love for music as one coping mechanism which she enjoys.
Shall we call this another love letter? Hello Everyone, A lot of my letters to you will probably be written in the middle of the night. No, I’m not particularly a nocturnal person or a witch — I just sometimes wake in the midnight probably to pee. Then, I begin to ponder a variation of things — from my bad decisions to whether or not elephants have kneecaps to how a giraffe would look on a hover board. Well, I just finished writing a love letter to a phenomenal artiste. I started my day talking to one of my favorite artistes in the entire world (one of my favorite persons too. I’d share the links to their music, but I’ll have to run it by management first.
Any other news? I started tests recently and that doesn’t excite me. In fact, it petrifies me and annoys me. I really don’t get the point of doing this thing. But, I am fascinated by people who genuinely want to acquire a Bachelor’s or Master’s degree. I honestly just came to the University because it was supposedly the next thing to do. I mean, we were all told that after Secondary school, you go to a university, get a degree and then a job, after which you have to get married. And I hope to God that if I have to do all these, I can find some sincere excitement and happiness while I’m at it. I spent too many years being depressed to do the mundane with the rest of my life. God help me. I still don’t know what the point of today’s letter is, other than, “Find something that will keep you going.”
For me, it’s music. Music has always been a trusted friend. Certain special people have given me a lot of it in this past year. Their music has wrapped me in its embrace, when I cried. It had tickled me in the sides when I laughed. It had simply remained there when I needed something to gently caress the crevices of my soul when the mundane starts to claw at my very large but fragile heart. I’ll concede that music isn’t for everyone, so find what is for you, and hold on to it for your dear life. Because on the days, when life knocks you upside the head, that’s what you can run to. For the people that have handed me a lifeline with their music, again and again — I sincerely appreciate you.
You probably wrote those songs, as a form of expressionism, but those words have been the wind beneath my wings — Molawa “Judø” Davis, Inioluwa “Blessed The Minstrel” Adeyemi, Mosadoluwa “Moss” Akinjobi, Tega Ethan Last but not the least, my very best friend Chukwuka Ugbaja (Even though he’s still hoarding all his genius).
You guys can find them and listen to their music or you could comment, and ask me to drop the links. You have all my love, Mofiyinfoluwa.
