You know how people would take their sweet time to do a collage of some select pictures that convey memories and post them at the end of every month, mostly on Twitter?
I love it so much, I do. But can never be me, although I wish it were me. In fact, I tried it in June and anxiety almost killed me; took a whole lot for me not to delete the pictures. My battle with social anxiety isn’t something I’m proud of. But I’m proud of myself, I’ve been doing quite well on my LinkedIn, Twitter is next. Instagram? Uhm, never.
Always, Medium is my safe corner. Boy, writing here has been therapeutic! I also spend hours here reading other beautiful stuff from strangers who give you this sense of familiarity. Sometimes, I wonder if a writer is me because how and why are you saying exactly what’s on my mind?!
Okay, August dump!
I started my writing just to mention two random but sweet things that made my month. How was August? I really don’t know. Right now, I’m just anxious… It’s September soon and not me about to be a year older again. Not again!
Driver park please, I’m not doing this adulting thing again, let me go back to that evening when I was in Primary One. Yeah, that Sunday evening when I was crying to my father and brother that I didn’t want to go to a University because cultism had dominated most Nigerian campuses.
Okay, the randoms…
First, my sister gifted me this really nice burnt orange frames; I’ll make the lens into photochromic soon and it’s over for whoever o.
Second, I walked the chaotic streets of Idumota market yesterday (well, two days ago cause it’s now 12am. happy new month!) and while it was so stressful, I enjoyed myself. You’d probably think I’m crazy, but I really enjoy going to markets like that. Anytime, from any angle, you would just spot random (again?) items you didn’t know you needed to survive. Does that make sense? sorry, just read again, slowly this time.
This is an aside: If I follow through with marrying a rich young Alhaji, I’ll probably just abandon my tech career and turn myself into a personal shopper. Alhaji will get angry at first but he will understand later on.
Anyway, what made my Idumota trip worth it was that I got this very cute pink journal, pens with inks of purple, sky blue, brown, red and green. That’s not all, I got this sandals I am madly in love with, my white crocs can finally rest.
Now, I’m suddenly wondering why my favourite foot wears have been showing up in colour White. Well, I’m an angel so…
Omah Lay, this September, I promise you, I will take more pictures of some memories of my life. Baby steps please, I can’t do every.
Happy new month, Medium buddy! September will be kind to us and yeah, you can as well wish me a happy birthday in advance.
