TWO-WHEN-TEA On How I Escaped Teenage Pregnancy

I hope you brought your popcorn and vodka because, this gist is HOT!

 Hey Guys, it’s your gurl Nono.

Right now, it is 6 am on a Thursday morning and I’m lying on my bed listening to "I'm getting ready" by Tasha Cobbs and Nicki Minaj.  

This is a really old song I just discovered some weeks back. It is just special and whenever I sing along, It feels like the crooners are speaking positivity into my life. It encourages me. I really think you should check it out.

     

                                                                                                                     

My birthday was few days ago on Thursday,15^th August. So I am now TWENTY (Drum-roll please) will it be so extra if I say happy new year to me? Nope. 

My natural hair also turned two years too and I am happy for the growth and progress I have made with it. At first it seemed stressful but, I was determined. Among others, this hair has taught me

Patience: Hair takes time to grow so, I had to learn to stop doing length checks almost every day expecting to see jaw-dropping new growth, stop buying into the idea that there could be a magic product that could give me a waist length in just a month instead of building a steady regimen.

Love: I have learnt to love my hair and treat it accordingly. Now, I get to naturally love anyone I see on natural hair. I could spend hours learning or, offering help and suggestions to a confused naturalista (one on natural hair) I just feel we are connected in some type of way. I’m beautifully weird.

Determination: People on natural hair will understand that it takes determination not to just walk into a hair salon and demand it to be relaxed after the hair has decided to matte up in every way known to man.

Anytime someone walks up to me to admire and ask me questions concerning my hair, I feel self-confident. I am representing the natural hair community well.

    

                                                                                                           

I am no longer a teenager y’all (flips hair into your eyes). Not like I have ever agreed to be called a teenager since I turned sixteen because, I feel that is an advanced name for children. So let’s say I have been an adult but was ushered into adulthood. Does this even make sense? To me? YES

 I bought and got no cake so, this the only cake we will be sharing here.

Sit tight I'm abouta give you all tha tea

 Nobody poured any water or concoction on me and I'm thankful for that. But then, I am grateful to all those who made it special for me. Do you feel any type of way when you turn a new age? Because, I truly didn't. You know, when some people post on social media on their birthdays, they usually go on about being older, wiser, happier and so on.  I didn't and still don’t feel any new changes. I just feel let’s say normal. I wasn't excited although I was happy whenever someone called, texted or made a shout out on social media. It was that way until evening when I was returning from an outing my friend dragged me to. When the keke  (tricycle) driver conveying just us back to school started over speeding on a less busy road.

 Normal me would start screaming in fright until he stops to ask me the matter or, send me out of his keke. Strangely enough, that was when the excitement got to me. I stuck my hand out of the moving tricycle and loudly sang along to the music playing in the keke and enjoying the cool evening breeze abi wind blowing my hair I don’t like simply because of the colour. My friend was singing along too and making Snapchat videos which I'm sure she didn't save. 

During those few minutes of total bliss, I was super grateful for life. 

When I arrived home, my mum called me to break the news concerning the death of one of my favourite cousins. I was angry she had to tell me on my birthday and really sad that he died. That was the end of my birthday celebration. I went to bed immediately but could not sleep well that night and the nights that followed including last night. My mother always says “God’s ways are different from the ways of man” I think I believe that.

                                    

                                                                   

So guys, after so much thinking, valuation and re-valuation, I have come up with these goals I hope to achieve before my next two birthdays.

1.    Draw closer to God. Starting by attending service more often

2.    Graduate

3.    Be a better writer and start earning from it ejoo

4.    Get myself a domain name. it aff tey naw

5.    Become a social media influencer mostly for natural hair brands

6.    LEARN TO DRAW MY EYEBROW and maybe a full face makeup.

7.    Complete the sewing classes I abandoned. I heard life after school concerning finances is not even rosy or champagney so, I want to be ready for whatever.

8.    Change my dress sense. I am the kind of person that just wear whatever to wherever. My friends sometimes have to pick my outfit out prior an occasion before I fall both their hands, legs and even head. Yes! I am that bad.

9.    Get a nose piercing. My mum will definitely kill me but, all die na die

10.Visit states in Nigeria I haven’t been to. I would have said visit other countries but, my bank account will laugh at me nonstop. Not like I won’t be balling at 22 to plan a Baecation that doesn’t involve Nigeria and her stress. Canada get ready.

11. Stop my bad habits which includes, hissing at the slightest thing, tearing up when angered and need to express myself and saying slangs like wo! And guyyy. my mum said it will chase my suitors away. LOL     

12. Get a digital camera or, phone with a camera that is bright enough to capture both people and their destinies.

13. Become totally independent. Dear lord pleaseee.

         

                                                                                                                    

Thank you guys, I am grateful for everyone supporting me especially everyone that reads my stuff. God! you all are so important to me. I love you.
Are you still reading to know how I escaped teenage preg? Kpele my dear. Guy I'm a Child of God. You don know warris goin hon.

Do you feel any sort of way on your birthday?

Do you have any goals or bucket list? Are you following them up? How are you coping?

I will love to know please. 
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