Me As It Is

...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...

Everybody loves love, or not... You might want to check out how these 13 year olds felt😌 Grace speaks: Being 13 yea? I'm just gonna drop it like its hot yea? 😂😂 I had my first kiss 😌...calllmmmm dooowwwnnnn before you start awwning upandan like ambulance, it wasn't with the person i wanted😭...I have told this story before but I'll say it in details now. Fortunately i have very apt memories of how everything went down😌. In high school, we had this Saturday lesson that wasn't compulsory but most of us used it as an opportunity to escape house chores, show off our mufti, bring phones to school (not like we hadn't been bringing during the week days though😏) and then for the boarders, it was an opportunity to use make up, wear ripped jeans ( our day wear was jeans and t-shirt according to your house color). I was a day student at the time and mum had dropped me off at school that morning, i was alone in the class because for some reason other day studen...

SO LET'S BEGIN💕. Krystal speaks:  Gracie and I are writing a couple of stuff before we turn 20 and I’m so excited. A lirru flashback won’t hurt so let me start somewhere. I knew Grace from a friend and that was when I was a second year student. We however didn’t get to be friends till I was in third year. I always knew she had a complicated life; she knew that I knew, but she didn’t know about my own life; what growing up was like, my mistakes, joys, happy days, struggles and so on. I think the day we really bonded was when she told me about her ex one time he was treating her really shabbily. Aunty left the dodo on fire in that her cute little frying pan on her blue cylinder and hugged me wearing her small V neck chiffon kinda gown and started crying. Crystabel the emotionalista joined in the cry party until we realized that dodo was literarily burning! Haq! Naso we comot dodo from fire, begin dey clean eye , then we started laughing. A good friendship was started an...