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A few days ago, I was almost sure I had wrapped up/dealt with everything that could possibly happen to me in 2014.

Just a few days ago.

Anyway, I’ve come to accept that life always has something new to show me. I always am ready for the new experiences, because I’ve had a while to understand that anything can happen, anytime.

Lol, funny how I decided yesterday  that I was just gonna come here, type happy stuff, pretend, say all the cliché stuff some of us say, and just keep it moving. Oh well, these fingers seem to have a mind of their own, apparently. Yup, not me, it’s the fingers.

Anyway, before I ramble on and on, I have just a few things to say about this year.

For one, I went back to being a closed door. I think I tried to be open to a lot of people last year, it didn’t work and I decided to clam up again, because well, that’s what I do best. I’ve come to realize (again) that I’m a freaking hypocrite (excuse my language). I encourage people to talk about their problems (“problem shared is problem half solved” which I think is bullocks by the way), and they do, with me. They bare it all. I would not do that. I can’t bare my soul to save my life, truth is, I don’t even want to, tbh.

Two jobs this year and I still haven’t figured out my path. I’m almost tired of trying. Almost.

Ebuka (The Nnaji family in general), my pillar of comfort. Wonder what I’d do without you sometimes.

I still feel like a failure sometimes. I still have those thoughts I had August 2013. Still have this rush of sadness. Still failing at the being closer to God bit.

Remi, you are a blessing. A self-involved one, but still a blessing and I love you.

I’ve had suitors (the igbo way) since I was 22. Three years later, I still haven’t said “yes” to any of them and my mum’s getting impatient (Doesn’t help that my two sisters are getting married almost at the same time in a few months. I called it a gang up. Why they gotta do me like that?) I don’t feel pressured, yet. I think she’ll learn to understand why I can’t be married yet. Please don’t ask.

Oh, that brings me to my love life. I’m not sure how mum will feel when I bring home the Yoruba man I “acquired”. Yeah, they aren’t all demons. This one is a reverse demon (I can come up with new concepts, I’m a femini…nvm) She’ll be fine though.

Meanwhile, I still love you Funa. Lots of times it feels like we drift but I love you. We both love Yoruba men so we are sisters *hugs*.

I finally let go of one area of toxicity in my life. Difficult. Very. Very. God knows it hurts. But it is for the best. *playing Clean| Taylor Swift*.

Grey. You weird, eccentric, amazing man. You don’t make me feel grey.

By the way, I LOVE LIVING FAR AWAY FROM FAMILY. It is the best feeling. They get to trust your decisions more (mostly because they don’t really have a choice. Na the same thing abeg).

I love you Oyin. You are beautiful.

Last year I appreciated Tolu. This year I need her to know she means a lot to me, if she doesn’t know it. Tolu believes in me way more than I believe in myself. She is my talent manager by the way, and never fails to encourage me with regards to my singing career. Olumibae too. He is my song writer. The other Olumide is amazing as well. He once told me to sing covers of songs to him every day. I chickened out. With these 3, I know I have the confidence to do this.

To the one who calls me Venus. Thank you. That’s really all I have to say.

Let’s see what 2015 holds, shall we?

P.S.: Please buy your Christmas things and storvs from www.jumia.com.ng . Thenz.
I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist.


Merry Christmas in advance everyone!!


Your writeup felt like a Grammy acceptance speech. You won awards this year, yes? Yes?! Yes!!! Thank you for sharing 🙂

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