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Sugabelly's 26th Birthday

I’m Twenty-Six!

Goodbye 25! Hello 26! Holy shit, I’m actually an adult now. Today is my Baiday! Eeeya! Eeeya! O!

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Notes on a Quarter Century

If my seventeen year old self could see me now, she’d be very surprised. This isn’t how I imagined being twenty-five would be at all. I really believed that by twenty-five I would be a full-fledged adult with my life thoroughly together, probably even married, and with a baby on the way.

Somehow that hasn’t happened yet, and in a few hours, I will be six years into my twenties without a fucking clue what I am doing or where I am going with my life.

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Death Might Be Annoying… But Not Much Else

Everyone always imagines death attended by panic.
The realisation that you’re going to die, the horror, the fear, the sheer panic.
All I could feel while dying, was annoyed.

Neighbours

An old friendship is not what it used to be…

September Shuffle

September Shuffle

It’s a big, scary world out there, and sometimes I want to run home with my tail tucked between my legs, back to the comfort of being a Nigerian young adult housed, fed, and supported entirely by long-suffering older family members

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Disordered Eating in the Land of Denial

Having an eating disorder in Nigeria is really to struggle in silence. Bulimia is after all, not a disease of the stomach, but of the mind, and Nigerians are none too kind to people with mental disorders.