Me As It Is

Yippeeeee ! The weather has just been so damn hot, I started to think that the universe was angry with all of us for complaining that the harmattan was extreme. I started to notice rashes on my skin...that was going to be the last, the very last straw that will send the camel wailing in pain over a crushed back until I started to hear rumbles in the sky two days ago. HOPE!!! I had done my laundry out of boredom and the sun was bright as ever, but later in the evening, the rumbles started again and I really crossed my fingers for real, hoping that it rains, no matter how little. My dear brethren, it started to rain for real. I just quickly went to take in my clothes and savour the moment - the smell of moist sand, dust and...you know what I'm talking about. The rains always come with a very very strong feeling of nostalgia. Somehow, whenever water falls from the sky and touches the ground, it's like an old album of records of events is played and put on shuffle in my hea...

...well I'm out of throwback photos for Krystal. Today's edition is titled double wahala for so many reasons plus it's Friday and I figured you might need some extra blogtainment 🙃💓 Krystal speaks : A small voice in my head is screaming don’t do it! Don’t do it! But I will do it anyway. Imagine me stepping out my hostel at 14 in slow motion to the beginning of Oritse Femi’s “double wahala”; you know how the instrumental in the beginning goes yeah… Yep! Being 14 was a whole roller coaster ride o! Let me start from the top. A week before my fourteenth birthday, I started making my hair. It was too full (so the teachers said) and I didn’t feel motivated to cut it again so I started off with thread for the whole of that term; the black rubber the wicked salon women would use to whip your back when you were a much younger child. The hair was so short but I insisted on making it long and pretty, something I could pack nicely and put a nice hair ruffle on. Darling Am...

Grace speaks: First, I really want to apologise for failing to release a Monday edition and for that, I'll be writing a Sunday special. My spirit has been down for a while and I write from my heart so it was basically difficult to type anything at all. I got a lot of reviews that lifted my soul and I am really grateful to all those who read, comment, share my link and all various forms of support towards this project. Means a lot to me and I'm grateful. Leadership! Hmmppphhh....first off, I'm a first daughter and in the Nigerian society, I think you would understand how much of a great deal being a first child is, you are automatically turned to a parent. Lots of responsibility fall out even from a very young age. My father always says that if the first child does well, the rest will follow suit and therefore, there is no room for FUCK UP . At 14, I already fixed meals for the family, I could clean my father's house from beginning to end, do the laundry and left...

Raise your hands if you were crowned swag King or Queen in high school...it was the greatest feeling at the time yea? Well, not for both of us 😪. Sit and back and relax, while you join us on this journey through surviving peer pressure at age 13. KRYSTAL SPEAKS:  So while everyone started Ss1 as 13-year-olds, I turned 13 when ss1 was already finishing (please I am Nigerian so if I write high school instead of senior secondary school, you gotta understand) that was by the third term. I was one of the youngest if not the youngest in the class and it somehow made everyone make jokes about me being a small girl. I can’t say I had any direct peer pressure experience, but I was just the one who noticed my surroundings and became aware of what was happening in my school. I didn’t really have friends at home or church so school was that major point for me. I don’t know why but almost everyone even Js1 students wanted to date; like being in relationships. I found it troubling but...

Lots of emotions behind this though...😪 GRACE SPEAKS 🙂 "You must not leave this house and nobody should knock on this gate in the name of looking for you, if anybody does, don't open it. Did you hear me?" Well, that was my dad as he bellowed with a stern face, emphasising on how grave the consequences would be if I disobeyed. "Yes daddy", I mumured...then my mum in her high pitched voice would add hers "Did you hear your father? Nobody should come here and you must not leave". In my mind, I was already strategising my movements...heaven and earth shall pass away but baby boy1 (remember him? 😂😂) must come and see me oo or I'll go to my friend's house that was just a stone throw from my own house. My mum always wanted me to learn to love my family, not like I didn't oo, just that some how i didn't know how to express it without looking weird. I didn't talk much as long as i was at home. I chose staying in my room fantacisin...