Or why I have 1800 Sephora points, and why I’ve finally decided to say no to things I want now to save for a future where I can afford everything I need.
Inner Musings
Articles
In France, your friend is whom you went to school with.
In Brazil, your friend is whomever is welcome to go into your house when you’re not home, and raid your refrigerator.
As a Nigerian, who is a friend to you?
Goodbye 25! Hello 26! Holy shit, I’m actually an adult now. Today is my Baiday! Eeeya! Eeeya! O!
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.
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
Part of me is convinced that I am a borderline bad person. Not the sort that would do anything particularly evil, but just fundamentally lacking in virtue.
And that stupid phone… In that stupid pose….. With that stupid look on her face… Wow eighteen year old self, really?
It sounds sacrilegous right??? I know!!!! I have loved Blogger from day one but recently, I’ve begun to feel like I’ve outgrown it. Blogger..
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You are VICTORIOUS! I pray for additional Grace & strength to overcome whatever is remaining of those dark days. Remain strong.
Kedu! A ha m bu Cherish. I just stumbled across your blog while searching up 'igbo phrases' and I really appreciate the effort you're putting […]
Time for the counter suit for all the mental and physical distress, loss of income, online reputation etc he caused you. Those evidence you have
Your 17 year old self was gorgeous. Tall, dark, beautiful limbs with this gracious gait. You didn't see it then and I'm sure you're unchanged
A shadow that does not want light to touch her. You remember me. I actually cared for you in Loyola and I told you that