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20 Facts About Me

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1.   I'm a 26yr old girl...woman, let's stick with "woman", according to the age but age is just a number...also but, numbers don't lie...sigh, I'm getting old.

Birthday Epiphany

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I recently turned a year older and I celebrated in a grand style as birthdays should be celebrated…lying in a fetal position, tucked firmly in between my sheets contemplating about my life and life in general.

The Encounter

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Today had been a very stressful day. I was pissed, hungry and tired all at once. As  I made my way through the busy Lagos road with the merciless and scorching heat that only help fuel my already over the top emotions, I had an encounter which i have to confess was the highlight of my day.  A female passerby coming towards me and going the opposite direction with male counterpart, looked me straight in the eye and said to me frankly without breaking her step,"I like your stature" and then continued on her way. For that split second I was confused on how to react, after all this is Lagos, but I managed to give her a smile and a half hearted "thank you", and for the rest of the day, I was not the same again. ...but as an over thinker and over-analyzer, which I am proudly...thank you,thank you hold the applauds...(no, continue ...keep them coming) it was all I could think of for the rest of the day. I thought about it from different views and perspective, ...

Pros and Cons of Living Alone

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So at the ripe age of 26, I was forced… lool not forced parse but nudged, to get my own personal apartment I.e to live on my own. I had always envisioned this moment to be a rite of passage, like my family would one day gather around in wrappers with lit candles and drums for the official moving out ceremony, but to my disappointment, it was nothing like that. Although to be fair, I was partially living on my own as I lived apart from my family with other people, so I guess I didn’t qualify for the ceremony.

The Jealousy Streak

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One, two, three.... Fifteen; I counted the ceiling tiles for the third time. For some strange and unknown reason I find myself in this predicament that has robbed me of my beauty sleep; I wonder why they call it beauty sleep.