Azimat

Guess who decided to spontaneously open a Substack account?? Me🥹😂😂 Well, I Posted my first official "publication" on Substack 🫣 open.substack.com/pub/azimatu/p/…

The LOML

Are introverts a joke to you? 🙂

i hope every lover girl finds her super calm gentleman who is unashamedly and insanely obsessed with her

i highly recommend for women and girls to be intellectually curious and difficult to shame.

Friends. Having actual friends. Not familiar acquaintances or online mutuals. Real Friends. One of the best hacks for a fulfilling life.

You want to protect women in traditional roles? Give them pension rights for domestic labor. Make marital assets legally equal from day one. Criminalize spousal abandonment. Fund maternal healthcare. Or admit you don't actually want to protect her. You just want her to stay.

Even if your life turns out “average.” Record yourself. You future generation wants to see you.

This hoodie wasn’t made with a machine, i spent about 87 hours crocheting it. Please take a moment to appreciate and share it. thank you 🫶

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 Dear Menstruation, We need to talk. First of all, I respect your consistency. Every month, no fail. You don’t even send a memo,you just show up. That’s commitment. But can we address a few things? 😢 You already take blood. Fine, we’ve accepted that part. You already bring cramps that make us question every life choice we’ve ever made. We’ve managed. You already come with fatigue that turns a simple flight of stairs into Mount Everest. We’ve coped. So my question is,why the extra? Why do you always have to announce your arrival by redecorating our faces with pimples? 🥲😢 Is the blood not enough announcement? Is the back pain not loud enough? Do you really need to leave souvenirs on our cheeks and chin for the whole world to see? We are already dealing with mood swings, cravings, and the fear of staining white. We are already calculating pad money. Please, can we sign a peace treaty? Take the blood, take the cramps if you must, but leave our faces alone. We are managing enough. Let us at least keep our glow. Yours sincerely, Every girl who has checked the mirror and said “God, not again” few days before you arrived.

The only reason some of you think Africans shouldn’t join global conversations is because you see yourselves as inferior. That’s a self-esteem issue.

james baldwin was so right when he said you think you’re alone and then you pick up a book and realise someone else has felt the same way as you and managed to find a language for it. the realest shit

@chioma_mmeje A gorgeous woman 🌹

Rejoice with me, my man is picture-trained🤩

@tay_epperson Unrelated, but your outfit is sooo pretty, like soft, elegant and gorg😍

I am a published author. I, Taylor Epperson, officially welcome you to McCarthen's Sanctuary for Magical Creatures. Second Time's a Charm: out now 💫✨

I’m a sucker for good views, I don’t care if it’s sunrise or sunset, mountains, lakes, beaches, or the countryside… just take me there

Outfit details, S8 - EP 11 🫶🏾

I’m 26, single, and living alone in a mini-flat in Ipaja. Last year I interviewed for a “Content Lead” role in Ikoyi at ₦300k. After four rounds, the HR said in the final chat: “You’re our pick. You can resume Dec 4th.” That same week, I resigned from my ₦160k job and bought a new blazer for the role. On Dec 1st: “Hi, we’ve paused hiring till Q2. Apologies.” Just like that—no job. Rent was due Jan 2nd, and I had ₦62k saved. Oh Lord, what do I do? How will I survive? I kept applying nonstop—four interviews a week, all virtual and data-draining. One HR ghosted me after I spent two hours on their unpaid test project. Another said, “You’re great but we need someone with agency experience,” even though the job post said entry-level. What broke me wasn’t the money. It was the silence. I’d wake up, send 10 applications, then sit in my room till night. My phone became my enemy. Every notification made my heart jump, then drop when it was just MTN. I stopped replying to friends because “What are you doing now?” felt like judgment. Christmas came. I told everyone I was working from home. I ate Indomie and eggs alone on Dec 25th while watching people post family photos. I wasn’t hungry—I was invisible. I started doubting everything: Am I dumb? Do I smell in interviews? Should I just marry someone? Rejection became my daily routine. On Jan 3rd, an old freelance client DM’d: “You still write? I need someone. ₦250k per month.” No interview. Just “Send account. A colleague of mine would be needing your service as well. I already told her about you but I wanted to confirm from you first.” And that’s how I got my life back. Job hunting as a single lady in Lagos isn’t just rejection emails. It’s calculating if you can afford to stay safe while broke. Job loss isn’t just finances—it’s your self-worth evaporating in real time. No one tells you “You’re still smart” after the 20th “We regret” email. You have to be your own cheerleader when you don’t even believe in yourself. Lessons learned: Never resign without a signed contract and first salary date. Verbal offers are lies. Being a single young lady means some men will test you—if the job needs dinner, it’s not a job. Lastly, your emergency fund is your dignity. Even ₦50k saved stops you from saying yes to trash. I’m okay now. But I don’t wish that quiet loneliness on anyone.

I never imagined I would be out here asking for help like this, but my sister is currently battling Hodgkin’s lymphoma, a type of blood cancer. She has started chemotherapy, but the cost of treatment is something our family cannot handle alone. My sister is just 22years old and

I can't wait to hear "can I see your passport and boarding pass"🥹

Crochet wedding dress Handmade by Crochetélo

I’m guessing the same thing that causes men to grow hair on their legs