Navigating life as a twenty something year old.

The year is far spent. Asin na November we dey and rain is still falling. Harmattan is my second favorite season of the year. Rainy season being the first. Mainly because it’s a season of excuses. ‘E dey rain for my side.’ is enough excuse to cancel an outing you do not want to go. Don’t overuse this excuse tho else people would stop inviting you out as your area don turn River Jordan or because they know you’re such a shameless liar.😂

I also like the smell of Earth after it rains. Reminds me of my mud-eating-Childhood.

Asides the chapped lips and dry skin that tells on you if you don’t apply cream or an oil, I love harmattan season. The withering cold and the Christmas feeling it brings. I wonder what’s holding my Uguru.

Speaking of Christmas, who will be having a detty December abeg? I dey find host. I don’t eat too much. Just a little above wetin normal people dey chop. 

Currently listening to;

I love love this music.

It’s been a while. A long while 😂😂

I think I’m back sha. Why not if not? 

Things and things don happen and I’m excited to talk about them.

I let a lot of things take over my passion for writing. The chief being LAZINESS seconded by what I’ll call a ‘it should be perfect’ syndrome.

Sometimes I want to write about something and I’m like ‘Nope! Not a good story’. ‘Nope! Nobody would want to read that’. ‘Nope...’ But then what makes a perfect story? Is there a perfect story?

I’ve written a couple of blog stories and ended up not posting. I hope this one gets posted. Because I don admit say I be werey blogger.😂

Nobody prepared me for this. Absolutely nobody.

I turned 22 this August and Omo! Can someone in her twenties experience mid life crises? 

Some days I wake up hyped AF and some days I’m so underwhelmed.

Money is hardly enough these days and it’s not a funny experience. Life after school is mad tricky.

Some days I wonder what I’m doing with my life and other days, I pat myself at my back. It’s a roller coaster of emotions that I honestly don’t enjoy. 

Each day, I wake up and soldier on. Regardless of how I feel.

Thank God for friends whose ears haven’t bled from all my whining. I honestly pity their ears. I don’t.😂

Regardless, we move.

I’m working towards serving my father’s land which I’m hyped about. Not the service part because let’s be honest, I‘m not sure I give a rat ass about serving a country that doesn’t serve me.

I’m hyped about having a change of location. I’ve had enough of my town and I’m pretty sure it has had enough of me too. 

My friends that are currently serving have recounted their individual not-so-beautiful experiences. Apparently, living in a new environment especially one where you have no family isn’t as liberating as it seems. The culture shock from finding yourself in an environment that you know next to nothing about their language (which poses as a barrier if posted  to rural communities), food and overall lifestyle of the people living in your PPA.

My hopes are a bit dashed but nobody can dent my excitement sha. I must answer Corper shun

Other things I’m pumped about?

My SEWWWWWIIIINNGGGG. 

Hai gawd!

I’m proud of myself abeg. I dey  smile as I dey type this. I’m really proud because I remember how I started. I started with my parents sponsoring me to sew some years back and I ran from there because it can’t be me crying ontop using brown paper to make madam blouse. 

Last year one of my friends (who I’m currently having a very petty fight with) drew my attention to fashion DIYs. I breathed YouTube those months yet nothing to practice with.

I went ahead to get this fancy sewing machine below from Jumia which is probably great for aesthetic purposes ONLY. Other than that, swipe past fast when you see it on Jumia and pick race when you see it displayed in stores. When I say my patience was tested with this toy, my patience really was. That I didn’t smash this piece of plastic out of frustration is because I didn’t want to injure myself. 

I used my money to buy frustration.

Lekwa ya here.

My bestie went on to hook me up with Promifa fashion school and guess what you guys. It was for free. As country hard like this, someone taught me a life skill for not a single penny. When e no be charity organization?

When I was ready to buy a sewing machine, The owner also went out of her way to make provision for a guide to travel with me before market people pour sand in my eyes. She helped me arrange logistics too. Omo! I’m just so grateful.

I always don’t know how to feel or act when someone does something for me. I intend paying back or trying to somehow. Anyhow. Soon.

PS: Promifa Fashion doesn’t offer pro bono services. Abek

Today, I enjoy making dresses for myself and people. Except the free dresses my mom and sister bully me into making. These people are chopping my dollars but won’t admit it. 😂

An online clothing line run by me is in the pipeline. It’ll be announced here and you will patronize me not just because you love me. (admit it already)Also because it’ll be quality stuff.

So, I did a thing. No! Two.

Most of my readers are from my social media platforms so this isn’t new gist to them.

I’ve joined low cut gang o. I don’t like talking about this because it was a dark phase which I’m over (I think). So the gist you’ll go with is I was sick. So, my hair had to go. 

Let me not lie, I regret it o. I still dey keep the cut hair sha. E dey hard me to burn abeg. Sometimes I bring it out, admire it and return it to my safe place. Ment.😂

Although I won’t lie, being able to pour water on my hair during bath time is an unexplainable experience. I can wake up, dress up and waka commot without having to do natural hair mede mede. Freedoooomm!

I also got a piercing. It was quite spontaneous and funny. Before I did, If one told me I’ll be piercing any part of my body asides the ‘normal’ nose piercing which I actually like and planned on getting sometime in the future, I would have looked at the person like he/she had a horn. 

My sister joked about getting a septum piercing and before the end of that day, I felt like I might faint if I don’t have a septum piercing. Weird.

The following days saw me reading on septum piercings, watching videos, hunting down people with septum piercings to either ogle at the beauty of a septum piercing or ask them about their personal experiences.

Within a week or so, I had an idea on how to be correctly pierced by a professional, how high the piercing should be, level of pain to expect, healing time, how to take care of it till it’s healed, jewelry type and size, etc. 

The fact that it could be neatly hidden even without having to remove it for work, school, family or whatever made me more anxious to get one.

I had my sister escort me for moral support the day I finally decided to get it done.

Asides me screaming because I obviously have a low threshold for pain. All went well.

My nose got snotty and eyes watered abit after the procedure. Which I had read to be normal. Although e sure me die my body was reacting because of the price. 

Wo! Piercings are not cheap o especially if you’re on a budget.

I had a ‘WTF have I done’ phase then a ‘Getat you too fine abeg’ phase. Both my camera and cameras of those around me didn’t rest during the second phase. Because this beauty must be captured.

My parents got to know about it and I was screamed, scromed and scramed at. So, I hide my shame when I’m around them and be a bad beech + a disgrace to the family when I’m not. 😂 Piercings that can be hidden tankio o. 

A total Babe

If you intend on getting a piercing(s), I’ll advise you;

1. Do a research of your own. Pain level, jewelry, possible complications, after care, everything. Each piercing and body part is different so information about piercing A may not work or B.
2. Go to a reputable piercer. Quality comes with price. I suggest you save up for it if it’s above your budget than going to a cheap-anyhow piercer and get a wonky piercing or worse still land yourself in a hospital eventually spending more.

• Your piercer should use a needle. Piercing guns give you keloids plus healing complications. A professional piercer should know this.

Pain (financial and physical) is temporary. Drip is eternal.😂

3. Take your piercing aftercare seriously. Clean regularly and correctly. Different piercings have slightly different aftercare. Stick by them.

4. Get used to the stares especially if it’s unconventional. People would stare and make side comments. Brave strangers would call you aside to preach to you. You better prepare my dear.😂

5. Please send me a picture of your piercing on Instagram. I’ll love to see them. Abekkk

MOVIE RECOMMENDATIONS.

I still can’t get over these two series.

Completed series. Sheds light on life inside American  female prisons. The friendships, injustice, Prison gangs, Prison DIYs, stigma and rough life ex cons face, etc. 

This series is wholesome. I Laughed, cried and laughed some more. I know the intro song off hand too.😂 Throughly worth the watch. 

Ongoing series. Very interesting and informative.

Enlightens on the Gender and sexuality spectrum, Inter-abled relationships, healthy sex practices,...

My favorite person in this series is Eric Effiong. I love his free spirit.

Thanks for always stopping by. If you’re reading this, that means it got posted. Hehhhe. I love you all so much.

Till next time (which is soon I promise)

Ya favorite blogger girl,

NONO.❤️

Mmmuahhh