The Face Behind The Gist


Hello there !

I'm Sarah, a Mass Communication student of UNN who's passionate about writing, an overthinker turned storyteller. 

You are welcome to Gist it with Sarah - my little corner of the internet where I spill thoughts, share stories and dive in things we all love to talk about. 

I created this blog because I believe in the magic of a good gist - the one that makes you laugh out loud or rethink life. Life is too short not to laugh, rant and overshare just a little.

Whether it's real-life drama, random thoughts, or juicy conversations we all have in our head , this is the space where it all comes alive. 

This blog is for girlies and guys and for the the gisters in-between who just want to relate and get that "omg,same!" feeling.

It's honest, unserios (sometimes) and always 100% Sarah.

So..., grab your favourite snack, leave your wahala at the door, get comfy and gist with me!

What do you want to hear about first ? ... Let's gist in the comments. 

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