DC is Too Cold for a Nigerian

Especially when that Nigerian is me.

I’ve been freezing my butt off in Washington, DC for the past week now which is surprising because only two years ago I lived in one of the coldest parts of America and I was actually used to the cold.

I guess two years in the blazing Nigerian sun makes you never want to back huh?

Well, I’m back in America.

I came because I needed to get away from everything.

This year got off to a seriously rocky start but there was a huge silver lining in that cloud so all I can say is I’m thankful I’m okay and my days of dating selfish, manipulative, cowardly, megalomaniac assholes are 100 percent over and FIRMLY behind me.

This is a no man, no love, no affection, and no romance year.

I can’t be with anyone when I’m so broken inside that I can hear the pieces crunching together every time I move.

I’m so tired.

And I realise that for so long I was torturing myself and punishing myself and trying to do penance for all the wrong things and mistakes I have made in my life.

And after all that punishment I don’t feel any better.

My Mom said to let everything go and give myself a chance to be happy.

I think it’s worth trying.

I have to fix myself not hope someone is going to ride in on a white horse and fix me or make it so i don’t remember i’m broken.

That’s MY job. To fix myself.

So I’m starting over.

I’m glad to be back. I’ve missed you guys!

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  1. Carol

    I’m happy for you! I identify with everything you wrote. I’ve been reading your blog for a while now and I’ve found myself Identifying with a lot of your experiences. I’m glad you’re getting a fresh start. I pray I can also leave my past behind and do the same. You’re an inspiration. God bless.

  2. sykik

    What’s up with your service year. I guess you are having a time out. Pele about the cold….one day maybe someone would invent something so we can export the heat of the sun from Africa to the cold parts of the world.

    Mums are always right you know, she’s given the best advice ever…let go…live…and be happy.

  3. MPB

    Hugs sugabelly! Sometimes a warm blanket and a hot cup of tea in the cold can feel safe and cozy, like a mom’s womb. At least that is what I tell myself for not leaving my bed. Will you be in the States for a while or this is just a short visit?

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