Writers Crib

 It's few weeks to my birthday, and I've got butterflies in my tummy. I know, I understand this feeling, it happens, at everytime my birthday came running. I remember I use to write stuff a day before my day, a recount of what the year had been for me, outlining my good and bad times, putting into words my beautiful moments and sometimes, just crying half way through... (Sneak peek: never keep a diary if all you record is your sad moments) Phew! The feeling of getting older is real, mixed feelings here and there, anxiety, sober reflections, and yunno, thinking about things I didn't get in the end. Today, I'm penning down my thoughts, I want to talk about a few things, how getting old feels to me, but again, I have tears tingling in my eyes, because, somehow, I have lost out on a lot of things, things I wish I had... Life just makes you feel unsatisfied, but I have learned to be contented, and bask in the euphoria that I can't have everything I wish for, not to sound

Today I am sad, and it hurts so much to feel this way. I wish things were better, brighter and smoother. I know I haven't come here in a while to rant, it feels so different doing it now. A lot has happened since the last time, a lot has changed about me too, okay, I got better, that's good news huh? 🤗 2019 ended with a bang, I was super excited about all the things that came through for me. I made new friends at the NYSC camp, amongst them, I met three pharmacists, I call them 'the boys from Uyo' (one day, I'd write about them). I met Ebube too, a serial photo editor and a photographer, she was the lady next bunk, the lady who's now closer than a friend. I know one day we'd sit on a round table and talk about how our dreams came through. Away from the introduction, it's been four month into 2020. The year didn't start with so much joy as I had expected, I gave up on a relationship with someone I really loved, it pinched me, it left me absent