The New Adults

  I know resolutions can be overrated and that’s the reason I planned to go with the normal flow from 2022 and not overwhelm myself with resolutions but on the 1st of January, 2023 I realized some areas I wanted to become better and one of them was to clean my surroundings more If I was asked to rate people according to the hygiene of their surroundings, I’ll put OCD people as Grade A, Very clean people (these ones clean everything regularly) as Grade B and Clean People like me as Grade C(We clean frequently and as the sprit leads, no routine but we maintain our surrounding). Won’t even bother to grade the rest   I plan to upgrade to Grade B this year and to achieve that I created a 2023 goals list and resolution tracker on Excel😅😅 (my level of seriousness is something else) , created actions i.e sweep my room daily and general cleaning(sweeping and mopping)   of my room, restroom, and kitchen every 3 days. This morning by 12am, I realized today was for general cleani

  Growing up I had a lot of sisters and one in particular was almost addicted to romantic novels. As someone that shared her love for books, I started to read them without her permission and those books made my imaginations go places I could not tell anyone and after burning several novels(my efforts to stop reading them),I finally got free in SS1 and since then till 500 level, at the sight of brown paper, I   RUN. Some weeks ago, I walked into my course mate’s room and saw two romantic novels, I shared my experience and applauded myself when I felt no temptation to go back to them. Today, I had a really rough day, and I just wanted something to take my mind off things. So I went to my course mates room, picked one book “I have a bible full of stories on my bed but it’s the novel I went for, mtcheww” and started reading, in less than 20 minutes your girl was done with the book. How? Well, the things that made blood rush through my veins, pissed me off. I mean the love was so p

  My exams on Wednesday and Friday had not gone as planned both of them left me feeling like I did not read enough, I felt like a failure and had no interest in showing my face to God at the thanksgivings done after every exam in chapel. Nevertheless, my course mate motivated me to attend the thanksgiving towards the end on Friday. As I sat talking to God during worship. I realized something about myself. I am the kind that when I fail, my first instinct is to hide, work hard get a better result before showing myself again. When I did not do so well in my exam on Wednesday, my instinct was to work hard and do better in the next exam before talking to God again. As if, I was trying to prove that my better performance made me worthy to ask for his help in the previous and next exam (angels should make the lecturer favour my papers, since that’s my last resort). And I realized that if truly I was God’s child and representative, I am meant to report to him after each exam whether it wa

    Are you writing AEC 511 or FSN? This lecturer was using his loud voice to scare away the formulas and answers I had used hours to store in my memory, I felt like telling him to keep quiet but remembered that it was getting pissed at the invigilator in my last exam for doing the same thing that made my memory disorganized so I calmed down. I could not really picture my note to remember methods of data collection and their examples as well as the formulas for Kruka Wallis tests and spearman rank correlational coefficient in 5c and 5d. After putting down the parts my memory could offer, I was so frustrated. The three questions were 16 marks altogether and forgetting the formulas meant I was getting at least 4 marks. So for a split second I thought “I wish I could go into the toilet and check my note for the formulas” The thought was shocking. This was the first time that I had boldly completed any thought on cheating since that embarrassing time in JSS1 (my first Agric test,

  Hmmm, I just checked my financials i.e. how I spent my income this month and my heart is broken💔😩, why won’t these tears😭 just come out? How did I end up making a mistake as big as this? Apparently I spent all my income without saving anything, instead I touched my savings. To feel better, I want to think of the savings spent as emergency fund, started listening to grown woman by Beyoncé but right now I don’t want to grow(adulting is the biggest scam😒), switched to miracles by Sia,it says …If you wanna beat your chest 'cause you feel the emptiness Go on and feel your loneliness Go on and feel your loneliness Then call me 'cause we're both in this… The song was made for times like this. Putting my stomach in the bank seems like the solution to this money allocation issue. I invested in skincare, at the time it made sense but now it makes no sense. For next month, I’m tempted to pay no tithe but I will (it’s a plus not a minus), torn between applauding mysel

  Recently, I saw a this or that challenge with Tolulope Solutions and her sisters on IG. This matter has never graced my mind until I saw that video “which group do I belong to high or low maintenance? This was my perception at the time High maintenance -these ladies are hailed by their peers and admirers (mostly guys)as “Babes” their skin is on fleek, members of slayers.ng and classy Low maintenance – these ladies are the ones that people settle for when they don’t consider themselves up to the high maintenance geng. Most times, they are frugal. The LM crew are seen as frugal spenders  always sacrificing to invest to provide a better future for themselves. To be honest, I love saving to invest but I also want to be called a babe and more. After listening to Ubong king’s  ”lessons to learn from a prostitute” and he explained that looking good is good business. I realized that high maintenance isn’t really about how much money you have in your account or how people rate your beauty.  H