#FlashbackFriday

I just read a post that reminded me of this. It's long o😐😯

Few years ago I was home and mum sent me on an errand in the next street. You know the teenage age where you like going on errands because you are feeling fly and all fine na 😎, you want to trek everywhere around especially at night?.  Yea, that age 😀

'who will help me buy airtime downstairs? '
You will just shout from your room' me oo.. Mummy let me buy for you'😊

I jejeli collected the money, then diverted to my room to rub small powder, (what? 😎😏? I am going to the next street, duhhhh😑😐), then change my house clothe to outing cloth incase I get a toaster na, ighotago😐😎😎
I made sure my mum didn't see me going out of course, so I just sneaked from my room straight to the door.
She shouted from the parlor 'who is opening that door?' (we have one noisy amebo 😬iron door leading to the stairs that announces everybody trying to leave or enter the house)
Me : 'mummy it's me, I'm going to buy the card you sent me' (I was replying from behind the door)
Mum : since that time 😮? What were you doing since Ifeyinwa? Nwete gi there eh, common zuzuru and go get what I sent you osiso.. Nonsense 😑..

Iya nme, what is my concern? 😏 😏 I have dressed for the occasion mbok so insult me anyhow, e no concern me 💃😎.

I run downstairs, out the gate and take my time to catwalk to the next street, not minding that we have about 3 shops downstairs 😢😐. They won't have 'mtn' card na 😎, I thought to myself.
Then voila, God answered my prayers 😇 and sent me a toaster😀. My powder and change of clothes won't be a waste.
I pose at the junction leading to my house and the next street, forgetting all thoughts of the mtn recharge card, listening to the sweet lies and nothings my toaster was saying. But in all, just feeling myself 🙈🙈🙊.
Then the devil struck, I turned while I was doing the usual shyness thing and my dad was approaching.
Jesus! 😮😮😮😮😮😧😢. Where is he going to this night na?
I tried to remember all the lies in my head or excuses I could use, for where? 😱. Nothing made sense.
Then I smiled 😊😊, cause I remembered my dad doesn't see well at night. He won't recognise me na 😊, shebi he used to drive past me at night? Mtchw😀😁. This one no go catch me.. I relaxed my thing, and he was close now.
Then the yeye guy now opened his mouth and greeted him.  Ha😱😱😱, daddy answer greeting and pass na 😎, he no gree. He now turned and answered very well, then looked at my back that was turned to him and said,
'ify e gotego ihe mummy Ziri gi? '
(have you bought what your mum sent you)
Ha😱, I didn't know the Lord has opened my daddy's eyes at night o.
I just replied : yes sir, daddy good evening sir, I'm going now sir, and all the sirs kept flying out..
He then nodded and walked past.

I left the wucked toaster immediately, I RAN to the shop praying,, and begging God for forgiveness, so that he can save me this last time from the beating I will receive at home, by making my dad forget to tell mum.
you know that trick where you have to pull your eye lashes so your parents will forget something you did? 😏 😢
Oh I pulled everything jare, daddy must forget this incident forever 👏.

Then I ran back home, sneaked back to my room to change my clothes sharp sharp, then cornered to the parlor.
Me: mummy here, give me your phone let me help you (ezigbo Mmadu things o)
Mum: what kept you there since? You this girl, I will deal with you o. Mind yourself in this house, why didn't you buy here, Yadav Yaya zzzzzzz....... I wasn't listening...

Then dad came back, I stayed in my room, just listening attentively whether he will mention it.. I waited o till they were about going to bed, he didn't tell her anything!
Oh thank you Jesus 🙆 💁. You are too much baba😀😀. He has forgotten o. I prayed a Thanksgiving prayer and slept happily.
But alas, my happiness was short lived.

 He told her in bed! 😧😢😢😫

I woke up in the middle of the night looking up to a very fierce looking koboko and an angry looking mum. See sweat /tears 😅.
Please brothers and sisters in the Lord, you can imagine the rest...

Tough Love ☹️

Tough love.
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I passed out from the compulsory service a few weeks ago and my parents' calls since then have been 'Ifeyinwa bata wa zie nụ. Gịnị ka ika ná eme ébé ahụ?' and a host of them. Most of my friends and acquaintances are all asking the same thing, 'when are you going home?'
Like I don't understand. Is there anything like a job or activity aside my sewing, waiting for me at home? Or you all feel that because I'm a girl, I should run home after service, continue to say 'thank you ma, thank you sir' and not fend for myself?
The last I checked, 18 years is still the adult age in this country, and In saner climes I should have moved out of my parents house 7 years ago, but I can't try that here na. Going to the university and This service year was always a blessing and escape route for me, because that's my only acceptable reason to leave my house and live out for as long as required. It pains me because I can't remember my parents ever calling my elder brother like this to come back home, the highest they did was congratulate him and encourage him to come back when he gets the chance. And they remind him to 'cho wa ọrụ ọ'. Every single day now, my mum or dad calls in the mornings and evenings to ask me, 'Ifeyinwa, when are you coming back?' and each time, I tell them I have work to do here, they will grumble and complain and still call again, to ask me same thing. Ah ah. Na only me Don finish service?

I remember when I got posted here last year, I cried my eyes out and promised myself I won't stay an extra day here once I finish service. But months into the service year, reality hit me. I can't help it, this is Nigeria 🇳🇬. It's not about running back home to continue being dependent, it's about getting my footing in life, for me. To be able to make decisions, on what to eat, buy, pay bills, make budgets, send money home, and do things I feel like doing because I want to. Not because I was told to. This is the only period in my life I think I can have this level of space, as an adult, why can't I?
I know my parents love me, and yes they probably want me to come home and stay with them out of that love. But this is love, u might say its harmful to me. After a few days, the 'missing me fever' will wear off.

 Then what next??

Expectations hurt 😢😢

At the passing out parade at camp, I had high expectations. One of the reasons I stopped expecting so much from people, is because I hate disappointments so much. There's something it does to me.

Earlier,...
You see, my close friend in camp Pp, her elder brother was a senior to our camp commandant, so he instructed her to go meet the camp commandant and introduce herself as his sister.
Me :wow, see opportunity na, to get close to the officials and choose the best place of primary assignment.
Poor me and my high hopes 🙄😢.
We met him, greeted and she introduced herself, and yes by default and by force 😎me too. I started greeting this man unnecessarily, reminding him per say that 'it's me oo🤗, pps friend na, your seniors sisters friend ọ,' you had to remember abeg.
Then my lucky day came. He asked me a few days before we rounded up camp activities where I wanted to serve. That's my place of primary assignment.
Ah, I didn't hesitate to say government House. I already made enquiries about the other places that one can be posted here and didn't find any appealing. I obviously don't like teaching, it's not my strength at all, I just make efforts. And the other places, ministries, you will just spend transport going there everyday without doing nothing. Five days or four days a week. Ah no ọ. I'm not a medically inclined graduate na, so hospital Don Commot from my list 🤦‍♀️. So I thought, government house all the way. I can make impact there, work from the ICT room.
Haba , at all at all, Yobe no go too bad like that that their government house won't have ICT room na.
Besides, I should make contacts there, meet the politicians and their wives for my fashion business, you understand na 🤔. I was busy scheming plans, drawing map in my head. Kai.
And with the confidence I had in this our commandant, I just relaxed. At all at all na him bad pass.

The day for passing out parade came, time to distribute place of primary assignment letters. I was so confident, you needed to see my shoulders, my charisma in my khaki and boots na. The charisma of one going to the government house to serve. Cheiiii.
We stood in line, my number 29, very close sef. I almost snatched the letter from the official when I heard my name, as I immediately skimmed through looking for the place I was posted to.

Ooom, where is it na? Anxiety didn't allow me be great. It took me about 5 minutes to see it, at the top left corner of the paper.
A secondary school!
No!!! I cried. My heart broke 😭😭😭😭😭. And the tears started to flow immediately. I started to soil the papers with my tears, then I remembered who promised me that I was going to get my choice.
Blindly, I started to walk towards the podium, he was still standing there. I couldn't see or hear my friends asking me what the problem was, or the cab driver that has been standing beside me since, asking my location so he could take me.
He kept following me and talking, but the look I gave him when I raised my head eh, he didn't think twice before he stopped in his tracks and did a U-turn immediately.
The commandant saw me walking towards him in tears, and started to walk to me.

'what happened? Are you OK?'

I couldn't talk, just handed him the letter.
He looked at it, then looked at me, and felt so dejected himself.

'I'm sorry. Really sorry. They assured me it was going to be there too'. He tried to console me.
But me, I wasn't listening again, and there was nothing to be done except reject.

But In the end, everything works together for good to those that love God 🤗. My disappointment turned into a huge blessing.

My first alcohol experience

My long time secondary school mad friend was in town. I was so excited so I called up another friend and told her let's go visit okwybaby.. We got to our friend's house, and started gisting and laughing from the gate.. We got upstairs, seated and didn't even remember to take anything, the excitement was more than the tummy business. She remembered she hadn't served us anything more than 30 minutes later so she went to the fridge. Her brother only had alcohol in his apartment, and she didn't want to go downstairs to buy. She said the drink was sweet and tasted like palmwine..

'Ah ah, bring it na' . I cooed🤗

Babe brought one small bottle first and said we should try it, if we liked it she will bring the other one. I and my other friend Naz shared the first bottle, we liked it and asked for the second. By then our laughter was getting unnecessarily louder and we were just talking anyhow now 🙈🙈. Okwy was laughing, she had to go to the market so we hurried up with the drinks and start going.

'Haa babe, my eyes are turning me ọ' .
Naz said the same thing too.
We got to the road, my friend was just laughing at the way we were staggering, so she came back and had to cross us before she took the opposite direction. How we got home that day is a story on it's own 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️.

Please share your first alcohol experience let's have a good laugh.
Have a good week.

The 'bride price'

'Daddy how much is our village people bride price?' 😒 😒 I asked.
My mum's antenna ears stood up. She sat up well pretending to be watching TV, you know, Nigerian mother style😂. In her mind now I'm asking for my future husband or an intending one. 🙄🙄🙄
Dad was like,, 'errrmm, no fixed price ọ. But aga e de list(they will write list). Ọ dependiri on what the father wants to collect. Jụọ nụ ụmụ nne gị lu goro dị ego ole nna hà natara (ask your sisters that are married how much their dad collected)'.
Ok.

I stand to leave and he asks, 'why e ji ajụ?(why do you ask?)'
Daddy nothing. Just want to know. Besides I don't like it. Ụna ana ere zi anyị ere?(are you people selling us now) I told him.

He calls me back. 'Bịa ébé, nọrọ ala. (come back here, sit down).
Anyị adịghị ere ùnu, mana ọ omenala., (we are not selling you girls ọ, but it's the tradition). If you don't do it, the ụmụnna will fine the family'.

And I ask again, which ụmụnna? How much did they contribute to my upbringing to demand a price on my head? Abeg abeg this one no follow ọ. Only my immediate family and relatives have that right ọ.
By this time my mum couldn't pretend anymore.
'Bịa ify🤔, enwere onye na abịa nụ? 🤗🤗. (come ify, is there a suitor)'.
She smiles so sweetly.. I ignored her and continued with my dad.
Then she changed tactics.
Mba kwa ọ, ify, don't try it o. Don't ever say such when the time comes ọ. When you are in that room with the ụmụnnas and they are haggling price, better don't open your mouth ọ. I Know why I'm telling you this.
I give her the side eye😒😒😒.
My dad backs her, 'better listen to your mother. That's if you will be in the room sef when they are doing the back and forth. They might just call you finally to ask you some questions when they are done. So you might not be there. It didn't start with you, it's not going to end with you. Ọnwụ omenala adanne. (it's the tradition adanne)'.

I didn't have anything to say, I just knew I didn't like it. My mum still followed me to the room and continued asking. Nne tell me na 😂😂, onwere onye na abịa nụ? 😒 😒

Mummy free me jare. I get work. Oya go do your own.
And she hisses and gives me the side eye 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂 before leaving the room.

Talking about it on social media doesn't change anything, because the real people that need to be addressed are not on the Internet, but in the villages, still making rules that benefit them.
Aside the knowledge and new findings one gets from sharing the experiences with this bride price thing, I don't see it's relevance on social media☹️. It's the sad reality.
For me, I'm indifferent about it. But I do hope it is abolished finally. I've read alot of posts on this topic, those for and against the scrapping of it, and I know I wished I could do something more to support my side aside writing about it.

Ps.. The picture below is so me. When I say I want a simple wedding, this is the very humble wedding I mean 🤗🤗☹️.

Little Beginnings... Teachers and crushes🤦‍♀️

I was going through Facebook when I saw this letter on

Stanley 's Wall. I could relate and my comment would have turned into a post so I decided to share mine here.

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When I first came here and was introduced to the class, they were all so excited so I assumed this wouldn't be as bad as I thought. I'm taking all the forms of SS1 class, and some of them already looked bigger than me.
I noticed this particular boy especially and I remember I even shared the experience here. He was always looking at me from his seat at the back, tried all of his possible tactics to get my attention. Either by standing up to ask silly questions while smiling (silly questions because he already knew the answer. If I tried to answer he always interjected to tell me so he was doing it on purpose), or he came to stand in front of me, like almost entering my mouth 🤦‍♀️, just to take excuse to borrow a pen. Or he came late, stands at the door for a while smiling to himself, then when I turn to notice him, he asks, 'Anty please can I enter?'.
This was one of the most obvious crush in one my classes.
Each time I was passing the corridor, some of them came to windows to whistle, or scream 'Anty Anty, kin nyi kyau sosai' or 'fine anty' or all the sorts. Most times they say it in Hausa, sometimes I wave them and pass, other times I don't bother.
Some were bold enough to even meet me, some followed me when I was going home to give me sweets or sachet water (between giving someone sachet water in these parts is like gold. The weather is freaking 🔥 hot), telling me Anty is fine ọ. When I refused they followed me till I got on a tricycle before they turned back dejectedly. I didn't know how to handle this type of attention, from children I was supposed to model and teach so I just ignored them most times, or kept a straight face😒😒.
If I as much as laughed in class because of something one of them said, they cheered on, laughed louder😩🙄🙄, even past when the joke was valid till I shouted for them to settle down again. These was my routine almost everyday.

The one that really bothered me, and still bothering me is the experience I had last term, with a girl this time.
I was leaving school early that day but I was in a hurry. My colleague asked me to wait for her so when I got to the gate, I was waiting and checking my wristwatch ⌚ anxiously. I didn't notice these set of girls murmuring, holding themselves childishly and walking round me. They obviously wanted to talk to me but didn't know how to phrase it.
As I was just turning to start walking towards the main road, one of them ran to me and said in a rush,
'Anty Anty wait, I love you Anty, you are beautiful, I want to be like you. Anty I like you very much'
Before she kissed me on my cheeks and ran off. What she did didn't register till I got on the keke that I stopped. My colleague was already ahead, and sitted.
I suddenly screamed, and the keke guy turned in the middle of the road, with my colleague too asking me what happened. I motioned the driver to continue that it was nothing, while I narrated what just registered in my brain to her. She laughed it off and said it was nothing.
But I was worried, one of many reasons being that I couldn't even recognise her face again if I saw her. And I wanted to see her again and talk to her.
The next day in school, I looked around, hoping I would notice that strange smile of someone that pecked her teacher, or something to make me remember her face. But nothing.

I have never felt so bad about not knowing how to speak Hausa fluently, till that day. I would have asked them in class codedly so she doesn't think I want to punish her, but I couldn't do that. And up till today, I've not seen her.
We've resumed again, and I have a new class now but it seems it's the same cycle repeating itself again.

I think at this age, all of the crushing hormones are overly active, and if not channeled or controlled properly these little ones might end up in the wrong hands. I know I used to crush on my biology teacher ☹️🤦‍♀️, so I made sure I learnt how to draw all those yeye amoebas and shapeless specimens. All to get his attention 😩😩☹️. But he shattered it when he wrote in my report booklet at the end of a session when he was our form master, that I was restless😩😩🙄. I was angry with him in my mind and my mum didn't even let me hear word, she insulted me forever because of that ☹️☹️, so my crush gradually faded.
Teachers are really trying, they deserve all the accolades biko.

I know I can't and don't really know to handle this if I was to be in this field long term.
More grace to all teachers...

Feedbacks... In business

Personally, I love feedbacks. Good or bad. There's something it does to me.
I do something for you, I want to get your feedback on it, I want to hear if you are happy with what you paid for. I'm a tailor by the way 😎. And I don't relent in doing the same.
I think that's why there's something called criticism. Constructive criticism. It's important for all kinds of businesses.  You might have an idea of what you want to achieve for a customer, then along the line it comes out different. Personally, I will keep fidgeting till the customer sees it and shows or gives feedback from their reaction.
I don't want to hear,' it's ok, I can manage it, '
Or, its not that bad o😢😢.
It does something to my spirit, so tell me the truth as it is. If it means going back to start all over again, at my own cost of course, I wouldn't mind. But I want to be sure that you love the goods/services rendered to you.

Let's hear your thoughts please...

Bad habits...

I have this bad habit. Very bad. I  fondle with the edge of clothes and suck my tongue at the same time.
 It's very bad 😢😢.

When I was younger, as far back as I can remember, I used to sit at my mums leg, so I can fondle with the edge of her wrapper. Most times I do that till I sleep off and she allows me, other times she slaps the hell out of me to leave her cloth, then I cry and sleep off. As I was growing she tried different means to stop it, the usual Nigerian mother's style na, beating. But the beating stopped only the sucking, while I still fondle with clothes. Anyone who knows me closely will notice that the edges of my clothes are always rumpled, be it jeans, Ankara, cotton, chiffon. Any kind of material at all, as long as it has a thick edge, it will suffer in my hands😢😢☹️.  I do it when I'm agitated, anxious, sad, shy, or absentminded. If I'm close to someone, I tend to get closer so that

while we are talking I'm fondling with your clothes. Till you notice and slap my hands off.
My friends here chase me away from them now when we are gisting or sitting together, because their cloth go suffer 😢😢😐. I don't know how to stop it. It's becoming embarrassing walahi. Sometimes while sewing sef I pause, and start to fondle the clothes forgetting myself for minutes before I get myself again.. My case is bad ọ. Help! 🙆‍♀️🙆‍♀️🙆‍♀️

Otú keee? Otu keee? 🙆‍♀️🙆‍♀️🙊🙊
That's Korean for 'what do i do?'

Toasting /striking a convo 101

How to start a conversation inbox.
Instead of the stale and boring 'hi baby, hi pretty, hi sugar, waving empty hand 😒😬, hi cute, hello hi, you are beautiful, you are handsome, nye nye nye😬😬😬😠😠😡, try this.

Toasting or getting acquaintanted 101.

✍️Hello. Good evening. We have this job opening in my office /organisation. I think it might suit you, here's the link... Please apply.

✍️Oh hello 😊. Nice to meet you. I read your post and loved it. Please I will like you to write an article for my upcoming magazine launch or something like that. Or I would like for you to elaborate more on this if you don't mind. Thank you.

✍️Wow. I went through your wall and noticed you are into 'fashion' and I found out some of your views on some topics. I have a business contract for you. Please send me your email address so I can send the business proposal let's discuss in detail. Nice to meet you.

✍️Hello miss/mister. We have this offer you would absolutely love. There's a one week seminar /weekend getaway/business seminar, etc I think you might be interested. Please register here if you want to know more about it. Or you can send an email to this address to get more info.

✍️Hello. I went through your profile and I think we have similar orientation. Please can I be your friend? We can improve each other in all areas. Thank you for...

✍️Your last post was speaking to me directly. Thank you for sharing.

✍️I saw your post for so so so and so. Please how can I help? I would love to be a part of it.
Send me your account number so I can support in my own little way.

✍️In fact, I need to subscribe for you this next month. You've been so good to me. This is my own way of saying thank you.

✍️etc, etc, etc.

Biko nụ, brothers and sisters, how hard is this steps now? 😒 😒
Why must you continue like this? Why? 😢😢😢.

Take a cue from some of these hints and see how you will build lasting friendships and 'acquaintanceship' here.
Not everytime, 'give me your number, I want to hear your sweet voice😡, you look so pretty, do you have a boyfriend?, hi darling, hi baby, I want to visit you,... 😡😡😡.
Baby tagbu kwe unu there! 😡😡😡

I find it strange when a full grown man will look at a full grown woman and all he can see that she needs in this life is Sex, or all he can see that he can offer with his miserable life is Sex. I don't understand.
You don't know me, never met me, don't even know if I'm human and you have the guts to come to my inbox to utter some rubbish to me? The impetus! Imagine. And this is one of so many ọ.
The other day a little boy came inbox to boldly tell me he wanted me to be this sugar m mummy, ọbara Jesus. I can't still understand it. How I get these ones as friends sef I don't know o. Maybe all those days I just accept request without going through profiles, this is what I get na.
So to the purpose of this rant, if you know you are in my inbox or list and planning to come and say this rubbish or something related to it, kindly delete and block yourself ozugbo, before you get to that river and be unfortunate. I can have bad mouth ọ, and it's not only insult I will give you. I will curse you. Respect yourselves on this space biko nụ.
Thank you.

On procrastination 😢

At the beginning of this year, One of my targets for the year was learning a foreign language.. And I chose to learn hangul, that's Korean language.
I enrolled, even got an online tutor, but unseriousness will not allow me be great🤕🤕. Like my tutor doesn't want to get tired, and I feel bad. He's in my email box every Friday sending me new topics, telling me his experiences, giving assignments (iya nme 🙄🙄🙄), asking me for updates, but these days I don't even reply again. 😟😟.
His ezigbo mmadụness is now in vaịn.
Why so unserious? Is it because it's online? I wonder how people who study online do it, I find it so tiring.😟😢
I keep postponing and procrastinating on reading the materials..
Today I open it and say, I will read and practice it today🙊😎. Iya nme! 🙄🙄
The next minute I'm distracted and it is forgotten for days till I come across one of the language apps I downloaded again on my phone then I shout, heeeyyy🙆‍♀️🙆‍♀️🙆‍♀️, not again😢😢!

This is already the ninth month, and I still can't make up to three sentences in the language I love.
My problem Now is, when I finally meet my Korean Oppa, or Chaebol, or Orabuchi, how do we converse in hangul about our marriage plans 😟😭😭😢, aside telling them 'kan sa mi da', or 'anya ese yho' 🙄.. How will I do it? 😭😭😭. I've learnt ::'saran nyee'. That's I love you 😍😍😍

Procrastination is a disease ọ. Don't be like me 🤕🤕.

Ps- see my crush below.. Who wouldn't learn the language for this one? Eh? Tell me 😍😍😍😍

The little things...

I was traveling with my little sister a few days ago, and when we got to the park I realised the ticket prices have been hiked. Like with extra 2k each that I didn't even plan for. My atm card disappointed me the previous night and we left the house late that morning couldn't even withdraw at the bank on our way to the park. So you might understand why I was pissed that the money I had on me, that ideally would have been more than enough to pay for our tickets and also feed us during the trip, was no longer enough for one person sef.
I was so pissed and I left the payment counter without even paying, I thought I had other choices. So I walked to my sis and told her to look after our bags I was coming. I went to about four different parks and they all redirected me to the initial one I already went to, all because their cars already left that morning and it was just one park that has multiple buses going to my destination.
It pained me eh, cheeiii. I was pained.
Like so after all my guy guy now, I will go back to this park now and still pay.
I just stopped at an atm on my back and withdrew, got to the park and shamefully told my sis to go pay so they don't laugh at me. I became short tempered, and continued hissing at every little thing.
But my sis surprised me. She just called my name calmly, and said 'thank you'.
Just that word 'thank you' made everything seem better and worth it. I felt better, and my countenance changed almost immediately.
So, let's put in more efforts in the little things. They actually do count!

Freedom

A Facebook friend just asked me what I value most about friendship. I didn't really think twice before I answered FREEDOM.
You see eh, my personality cannot just do without it. I love to be free, in all areas and facets of my life. I love free dresses, free spirits, free foods 😂😂, free people, I don't like to feel like I'm being caged or restricted in anyway. My last relationship ended because I felt like I was walking into a cage, of my own making. I couldn't say, feel or do what I wanted. And that messed with my idealogy, it messed with my mind. I couldn't express myself fully and properly, so I became short tempered. I didn't laugh as much as I used to, I didn't find humour in the little things I usually did, I didn't see reasons to smile or laugh unnecessarily again, which were mostly part of me.
But I realised, and I urge you to as well, know what works for you. Be as free and as happy as possible, and then be with the one who understands and allows all of that. Allows all of you, to be you.
In the end, it's all worth it. It's all that matters 🤗🤗🤗.

The video is just a tip of my happy side. The situation and circumstance then annoyed me, so I found a way around it and danced 💁‍♀️😍🤗😂. I know I'm good don't tell me! 🙄😏u

Ah.. See fine bobo🤔😍

My legs were hurting me so I had to just find somewhere to rest it 🤕. I just admired this one inside church and passed, then he started walking towards me where I was sitting.

Ah ah, this God is too good o🤗😎, I just arrange myself well.
He came closer and said 'please let me join you 🙄🙄😏..'
only?? 😒 😒. You will not ask for number? Mtcheww 😏 😏. You are not that fine sef, and my liver did not allow me shoot my shot jare 😢😐.
Anyway, we already have our prewedding pics like this, even though he doesn't know it yet🤣🤣😂🤣, as my sister zoomed in on us and took the shot 😎🤗.
Sharp girl neme Charity is.
#SaturdayWeddings

#lilystitches on this one of course!

My first day as a blogger 🤗😍

Errrmm, I just created this blog. Yayyyyy🤸‍♀️🤸‍♀️🤸‍♀️🤸‍♀️. I'm really excited, because I've been procrastinating doing this for a long time now, with no real zeal to do it.
But I met this long time friend who gingered my swagger again and I just had to. So ya, I'm here and I hope to have fun writing. I also hope you enjoy reading my stories as much as I would love telling them.
It will be basically my everyday experiences, the good, the bad and the funny. I will also share stories I would want people to read and learn from, or those I would want to go back to in future.
So let's do this!

I really don't know how this works, but I'm open to learn and unlearn new things.