Last Week, This Week and Growing Wings

My sisters say I have grown wings

Last week, I had the best time of my life. My sisters came around with their children and it’s been a long time since that happened. I miss when it we all used to be together. Now I have nieces and nephews and can only think about how to be a rich aunty because I want to spoil them.

My nephew, Aphan clocked one and we celebrated his birthday on the 31st of December, same day with the countdown celebration I informed you about in my previous post.

I was really tired and thinking twice about going but my sister would hear none of it because I was the one that ncoerced her into going in the first place.

I told you guys that I would share a photo if someone took me to the countdown celebration. Nobody did o. Well guess who put her independent jacket on and sliced through the cold to get to the venue? Uhum that’s right.

My sister and I thought we could get regular tickets( because we never reach to do vip)at the venue but people selling fake ones were all over the place. This country ehn…

We would have gone back because it is not by force to do new year celebration but my sister saw a friend that assured us we could go in without a ticket. After about 45 minutes the gates opened and we trooped in like a flock of sheep 🤦🏽‍♀️ This country ehn…

Crayon was not there so I didn’t dance ijo labalaba 😭

Ladipoe was, but you knew that 😉

Asides his performance, Jordan Bangoji’s, a few friends I met there, I didn’t really enjoy it. The cold was too much and my sister took ugly photos of me. She said it’s because my iPhone 7 has had enough 😭

This is not just wickedness, it is witchcraft.

You know those kind of photos that are blurry but cute? This is not one of them She took a lot of blurry photos and I don’t want to subject any of you to such eyesore. I can’t even blame her, I tried making videos but my phone’s storage was full.

After the show, phones didn’t have service for whatever reason and I met a friend who took us back home—my eldest sister’s place. He took us this beautiful photo. My sister said it’s because it was taken with an iPhone 12 or so. She always has excuses.

After a crazy week of having my sisters and their babies around, it was time for everyone to return to their base and my baby sister cried her eyes out—as always. I’ll miss them even though they said I have become disrespectful. But I know what they meant. I am evolving, growing out of my shell.

Your older siblings are always going to see you as little no matter how old you are and I have four of them. That affected my sense of responsibility in a way that I sometimes saw myself a child and it felt alright when I couldn’t account for certain decisions I made.

I think it’s hard for them to accept that I am grown now and acting it.

This week started with pepper. You’d think someone did me bad but it was spaghetti. Well, the person that cooked it did me bad. I had been craving something spicy and I told my friend. Instead of him to buy me peppered chicken or suya, he made spaghetti and my tongue caught fire. That was what he used to welcome me to Zaria.

Suwun, nice one. I’ll pay you back.

I think I’ve eaten enough spicy food to last me a month.

I resumed school this week. I’m afraid I’ll get so busy but guess who’s cut down on sleeping and is getting better at being productive? My days of sleeping too much are over. I’ve come to realize I don’t get to sleep like I have everything under control. This weather is not helping matters sha. One just feels like staying in and watching movies.

I used to think harmattan was my favorite time of the year but how can that be when I’m not doing skincare? Those of you asking me what my skincare routine is are just playing 😒

This week, I’m having long talks with myself about how my days are not about the minutes in them. I would complain that 24 hours is never enough time. That by the time I shrug my blanket off and drag my ass out of bed to go look for food or take a bath( after I’d exhausted my data on Instagram), there is only time left to crawl back into bed and cry that I’d wasted my day. Getting back to school and having to juggle studies and trying to earn a living writing will take a toll on me. I’d need all the time I can get, including yours.

I’d be posting fictional and motivational content on my social media accounts in the form of short stories mostly. You got to know first! It will mean a lot to me if you give them attention.

Thank you! All 70 of you.

We are growing wings.

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