Thank goodness the singles can breathe now… I haven’t been able to scroll through Insta without a sonorous man asking if he can call me Rose… please get a grip and wrap that shit up by the 17th MAX!
I also noticed that my writing this year has been angsty like SZA on Kill Bill, I’m struggling through a recession while the Nigerian government wastes my young years on bad governance. Hard pill to swallow without their glaring ineptitude jamming it down my throat with every interaction I manage with people these days. My colleagues are spending extended days without power, our identity management system is eroded with blatantly wrong data entries that make life a living hell for whoever needs ID to do other things in their lives, and we’re in the middle of a food crisis (because, checks notes: because terrorists chased farmers off their land while the govt refused to let media houses report attacks accurately) also there’s a heat wave🥲.
Sometimes I wonder if we’re not in hell yet, our woes are becoming unbearable without an end in sight yunno? It’s hard. I think we could use some group therapy
I’m witnessing the sweetest non-argument of two senior ladies arguing about who should pay for lunch at this cute cafe. May I also mention that I was gifted the rare opportunity to listen to my body considering how my week went? In typical Lagos girl fashion, someone is eating seafood pasta while tapping away on my cute little laptop🤭. Mr. Sponsor reads this blog, I hope you’re having a laugh at this gbeborun.
The worst day of the year reared its head on Wednesday (yes, theeee Valentines’ Day Wednesday). Sure I love love and romantic shenanigans but I have to be a hater when I’m not the centre of it on Valentine’s Day, it’s in the constitution. I spent the past week amplifying memes and jokes that trolled lovers or singles in preparation for the day completely oblivious that my loved ones were curating the most amazing gift box I ever received for me.
5+ hours spent in sweltering heat with anxious National ID applicants inside a government office will break your will to react, take it from the most energetic person I know (me). You will laugh at the sexist jokes, endure humiliation and pity your aggressors because, like you, they are also victims of the horrible system that rendered them cynical and hard. They have to sit in a poor ventilated loud and smelly office and offer services to people from all works of life who are equally frustrated about having to be here in the first place. After spending my most productive time at this ugly place, I trudge through traffic for hours to get back home and there’s no power.
Wednesday made me grieve comfort, reminded me of the loneliness adulthood foists on us, and the hardness resulting from constantly preparing for a bad thing to happen. Someone on this podcast I like said most people don’t enjoy their existence, which may be why we try to fill our lives with meaningless objects or experiences to feel something. Unboxing my gifts on the groupchat made my day a lot better but it also broke my spirit. There was no reason why the day had to be so hard but it was and the people I expected the most comfort from failed terribly at providing it, this was what made me wake up on Thursday with a conviction to make better decisions with the access I allow in my life. Glad it’s all over now.
2 Things…
Someday, Maybe Onyi Nwabineli: This book feels like grief therapy all over again. It’s a sappy romance that draws the rawest and purest expressions of love in dynamic relationships. for the emotional girlies, you might shed a tear or two
My Valentine got me an embosser because I mentioned that I was not too fond of writing names in books even though they’re mine. I’m going to have a lot of fun marking my books for life and I recommend this for every book lover out there.
Tell me how you enjoyed Valentine's or the parts you could have done without. I’m testing out the comment function as some of you mentioned that it wasn’t working. Sorry about my absence last week, I hope the two blogs this week have made up for my absence.
Stay Jiggy folks