I'm giving you a heads up so you don't miss me too much.

Byeeeeee

New beginnings

It's two days to the end of the year and I'm anxious because I do not know what 2026 holds in store for me.

I was excited about 2025 and even went as far as tagging it to be “a glorious year” but the events that followed were the complete opposite of the tag but I pulled through and I'm still standing.

I don't know what the future holds but I'm hopeful that everything would fall in place soon but I can't help the anxious thoughts, I'm trying to reassure myself but anxiety seems to have taken the front seat.

Hope from unexpected places

I was on a call with a friend earlier in the week and she said something that struck me, she said “you (me) always excel at whatever you do”.

I was momentarily stunned by that statement because I didn't see myself in that light. I used to think that I wasn't doing enough and then someone thousands of miles away from me randomly said that to me, oh wow!!!

That interaction reminded me of the lighthouse theory, do your thing authentically and the right people will see you and be drawn to your light.

The amazing concept of doing whatever you want and the whole world adjusting to it

Some people actually confirm the saying “you can do whatever you want”.

I met someone last week and curiosity led me to run a background check on him and I found out that this guy studied geology in school but transitioned to banking and works with a new generation bank.

Geology isn't in anyway related to banking, so what influenced his choice?

1. Is it the state of the country?

2. Is it passion?

3. Is it pressure?

I honestly cannot wrap my head around the career switch and this confims the saying that anyone can do absolutely what they want and no one can do anything about it except the person who took the step. This also reminds me of my unusual career path, a biotechnology degree and an aviation licence backed up by the desire of dreaming big.

Don't let anyone or anything box you, if you want to do anything positive, do it and don't look back nor seek external validation.

The cancerous nature of shallow minded people

Shallow minded people have cancerous ideologies and beliefs and they should be avoided at all costs.

Few days ago, I stepped out with my mum's younger brother (he isn't qualified to be called my uncle) and during the drive, I pointed at a business that's owned by someone I know and commented on how well he's doing and the next thing this man said blew my mind. He said in my dialect “who knows where he went to concoct his own juju” which implied that the business man was fetish.

I was stunned because he attributed the success of a person he neither knows nor has had any form of interaction with to fetish practices and also the fact that he unknowingly exposed his shallow-mindedness by implying that one cannot attain success without being involved in fetish practices. Can you actually imagine???

I'm sure you've come across people or someone like this and I maintain my stance on shallow-minded people being avoided at all costs.

Closing credits

This is the last newsletter of the year from me to you and I'm sincerely grateful to you my subscribers for always reading and giving meaningful feedback.

Thank you all very much and see you next year ❤️

Dysfunctional societal conditioning

People especially the older generation have been conditioned and to accept and adapt to societal/social abnormalities whilst actively defending it.

Here's the gist behind this, I was randomly talking, not complaining about how the church next to my house disturbs me and my family with their loud worship. (There are six churches on my street so you can imagine how much noise they generate and we have to deal with)

Then one older woman chips in and says “you are not even happy that you're surrounded by prayers and angels” and I lost it because ibo latun jasi? Why are you even defending a practice that isn't standard in a sane environment? I just couldn't wrap my head around it…

Milestones

I've been seeing my secondary school mates hitting milestones and then it hit me that we're the new adults.

I've been seeing life updates like marriages, childbirths, acquisition of first and second degrees, relocations, career advancements and I'm just so happy to see the growth and another part of me is like, I was in secondary school with these people and we were kids just yesterday wow.

Growth in any form is beautiful.

Extra

For someone who dislikes kitchen duties as much as I do, I tend to create magic and the magic of this week is chinchin, what's Christmas without chinchin? I think I'm gradually easing into the Christmas spirit.

I'll stop here because I have to prepare for work, byeeee.

So……

Women are gold diggers and men are scum but every Saturday, wedding halls are rented out and there are numerous parties going on at every corner of this city. Can anyone tell me the ones that are getting married everyday and causing ridiculous traffic in this town? Ehn, nawa o.

Body odour

I'm a trader (for now) and I get to interact with lots of people from diverse backgrounds but one thing has been consistently consistent and it's the issue of body and mouth odour.

It's annoying because the bearer/carrier of either of the odours is either a fine boy or a fine girl and it baffles me too because how you go take fine dey carry foul odour dey waka upandan?

And as usual, I always have questions like;

• Does this person know about this odour?

• Does this person observe basic personal hygiene?

• Does this person know that he/she is discomforting other people with this odour?

I have all this questions running through my mind and I try my possible best to act normal around whomever it is so as not to cause any embarrassment of any kind, but it's not fair na and the worst thing is that it's increasing by the day.

We need to do something about this biko……….

Self-awareness: a blessing or a burden

Now this topic is a two-way traffic which means, there's no way we'll talk about one part without touching the other one.

I'll try to break the both sides down in my words and my understanding.

Blessing: Self-awareness is a blessing because you get to understand yourself better as a person, make informed decisions, utilize emphaty in situations that call for it, lead effectively, understand your weaknesses, analyze situations and respond accordingly and a whole lot of other things that I cannot remember.

There's so much good that comes from seeing yourself clearly and being able to function like a responsible human being.

Burden: This is also a burden because you see your flaws clearly which most times lead to internal conflicts, emotional exhaustion from constantly picking on your flaws, the never ending cycle of self-monitoring, overthinking, overanalyzing simple situations, reading meanings beyond a simple scenario and a whole lot of crazy things.

Mental gymnastics everywhere and that's why you have to lean more towards the positive side of self-awareness else you fall into the trap self-sabotage.

Back to the issue of body/mouth odours

If the person with either of the odours can't smell it themselves, can't they atleast read the room and gauge people's reactions when they step into a place or gathering? At least, from there they can piece two and two together, get the message and work on themselves. We're dealing with enough environmental pollution as it is and this one does not need to join the list.

I'm done for today, see you in the next edition byeeeeeeee.

I just got home from the shop and wheew i had a really hectic day plus the commute system in this town is something else, I just cannot wait to experience a sane society with working public amenities.

Let's dive in….

New month

It's the first day of a new month and it's not just any month, it's December.

I've not caught the festive and celebratory bug yet but I'm just grateful to have made it this far and this is a testament to my strength and God's mercy because the version of Riri that started this year would’ve not believed that I'd pull through not to talk of seeing the end of the year 2025.

I'm just grateful for everything (the good, the bad, the ugly and even the in-betweens).

P.s. I still maintain my stance on disliking unoriginal/bulk new month messages, so do not be pissed if I do not respond or simply ignore.

Ifemelu's blog? A discovery

My favourite book is Americanah by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, but A broken people's playlist by Chimeka Garricks is a strong contender and it holds a special place in my heart too.

Ifemelu is my favourite book character and oh boy, that babe is a menace plus we share crazy similarities that make me feel like I'm reading about myself in a book. Crazy right?

Well, I'd always felt that the book ended too abruptly for my liking, like it was missing something or extra details, I just wasn't satisfied with that finish. To my greatest surprise and joy, I discovered recently that Iya Ibeji (Chimamanda) created Ifemelu's blog on her website and there she writes on societal issues in Ifemelu's voice and shares updates about her personal life with Obinze. I'm excited to have stumbled across the blog and I'd been reading the blog posts with huge smiles across my face.

That's so smart of Chimamanda and a part of me still believes that she wrote about herself in that book, because some details are just too real to be fiction plus they sync with some areas/details of her life.

Pressure

Pressure occurs in different forms and sizes, what you make out of it determines the impact.

This pressure thingy is something else, so recently I noticed an unusual pressure from deep within me to do better especially when I hear news or stories about people or acquaintances, especially people that I know doing extremely well and doing things beyond the norm.

It's so wild that whenever I see or step into impressive establishments, my mind starts racing with thoughts like

• Who brought this idea to do this?

• How did the individual build this business/organization from scratch?

• What motivated this?

• How did they get funding?

• What did it take to do this?

• Where did they begin?

• And a whole lot of other things

Challenging the norm has always been my thing but this pressure feels different, like it's going to explode within me if it's not properly managed and i honestly do not know what to do with it yet.

Self-awareness

A blessing or burden?

I'll share my thoughts on this in the next edition, bye for now.

Navigating the 20's

The 20’s (my apologies to the 30's) is such a steep phase of life and I can confidently say that because I'm in it and I've had firsthand experiences of how fast things can turn in a minute.

First you're learning how to navigate being an adult whilst trying to balance schooling, friendships, relationships, graduation, life after graduating from school, growing into your life's purpose and all that, then somewhere in the mix, chaos is brewing and there's absolutely nothing you can do about other than face it heads on with no manual whatsoever or even expo from elder siblings (for people with no elder siblings like me), God help us.

Friendly advice ~ In the midst of the chaos, take a step back to breathe, recharge and enjoy the little joys as they come else you lose yourself in the mix.

The left-hand, what's the fuss about it?

So yesterday in church, an announcement/warning came up about those who use their left hands to drop their offerings into the offering box and I was genuinely puzzled because I didn't really get the point of the announcement and I had questions on my mind like

• Is the left-hand not a body part too?

• What happened to the left-hand?

• What if the person has just one hand and the hand is the left, would the offering be rejected?

• Some people are left-handed and the left-hand is their dominant hand, so does that mean that their offering would not be accepted?

We have left-handed people, right-handed people (this is common) and the ambidexters. If the left hand is seen as useless, why then do we have and and can't do without it? Or is it a culture thing because I know in multiple African cultures, the left-hand is seen as disrespectful but to me hand na hand, I no too care.

I genuinely do not seem to know what the fuss is about and if you can enlighten me, please do.

Despicable people and their enablers (idiots)

As a person, I'm not perfect and I try my possible best not to judge people but what I can do well is to call a spade a spade.

I don't know if you've noticed but there's a significant rise in despicable people and I do not know why or maybe my eyes are just getting opened to notice them which propelled me to research on “if terrible people know they're terrible” and the research showed that people like that are fully aware of their actions and they either justify it or simply just don't care.

As usual, you know there's a backstory to this.

There's this lady I've known since I was a kid in primary school, she sells food alongside her husband and they have no kids. So, last saturday, I saw this lady acting out of character and crying loudly in the middle of the market, then new filtered in my ears that her husband impregnated her live-in sales person, kicked her out of the the house she pays rent for and proceeded to arrest her because she was causing a scene (who wouldn't cause a scene in that kind of situation)?

Now, the annoying part was that the bile and vitriol was directed at her by idiots for bringing bringing in a lady to live with them whilst exonerating the man who's the architect of the whole ruckus.

I've seen or heard of cases like this and I cannot seem to believe that I live/share a society with people like this.

Closing credits

It feels good to be back but writing this edition stressed me out because my mind and brain suddenly went blank whilst writing and I had to pause for a long while before I continued.

I want to say a very big thank you to the people that motivated me and checked on me during my sabbatical. Covenant, Kiva, my darling Success, Abbietayo, Dee and as many of you that I cannot remember, thank you very much and I'm grateful that you still believe in my ministry of writing.

Useful but useless info: I'm making yaji (suya spice) today and I'll tell you how it came out in the next episode, byeeeeee.

It's a slow Monday morning for me and so far I'm loving it, I woke up late and I'm home alone plus I burnt my breakfast because i was scrolling through IG (shhh, don't let my mummy hear you).

Let's get into the gist of the day

Weird names

This had to come first because it hit home and I thought we were already past the era of giving kids weird names but obviously not because…….

My cousin named her child “VANQUISH”, of all names for this woman to pick from and she picked vanquish. I'm pissed on the baby's behalf but there's little to nothing that I can do because no be me get pikin 🤷.

Like name don finish wey you take name pikin vanquish???

Some people self ehn……

Love or loss?

A practice that I've never really understood is one where a lady uproots/sacrifices/gives up parts of her life for the sake of marriage.

A cousin of mine introduced her husband to my family few days back and then dropped the bombshell that she'd be moving back to the east to join him after their wedding.

I know it's expected for a lady to move in with her man after marriage but this is a lady that has built her business from scratch as well as gone to uni and even served in the west and is doing pretty okay for herself here with a solid clientele base and she has to uproot everything to start over again in a new place?

Honestly it makes no sense to me, maybe just not yet, maybe not today.

Instagram vendors

I've always heard this thing about IG vendors hiking prices of goods unrealistically and all that but I've never related because I'm a market babe (sango, idumota, balogun e.t.c) and online shopping no really concern me because everything i want to buy is easily accessible by the virtue of my proximity to the market.

So few days back, I was doom scrolling through IG and this beautiful pair of earrings caught my eye and upon checking the price attached, it was tagged at 12-18k.

I was skeptical about the price because quality earrings in the market do not cost that much and my skepticism was confirmed when I asked a vendor for the exa6earrings and she told me it was 4k, you could imagine my shock at the price gap.

Moral of the story: Try dey go market leave aesthetics for one side maka na anya adiro ndi IG vendors mma.

Danfo chronicles

If I don't bring danfo gist to you then my newsletter isn't complete.

On today's episode of danfo chronicles, I'm here to rant about fellow passengers that look into your phone whilst you're scrolling or doing something else.

The annoying part is that they don't do it with decorum, they’ll bend neck, shift eyes, adjust seat all to monitor what you’re doing on your phone like they paid for data or contributed in buying the phone for you.…… my eyes have seen a lot in danfo.

Na me sef do myself sha because why am I expecting privacy in a public bus?

Nepo baby vs Lapo baby

I'd been following this discourse on X for days with amusement because I've been exposed to nepotism (both in the past and present) and seen how it works firsthand.

But one crucial thing that everyone seems to overlook is the fact that nepotism didn't come out from thin air, one person did the dirty and sweaty groundwork either by stealing or legit hustle and other family members leveraged and built on the connection, access or whatsoever to keep the pipeline of nepotism running.

Nepotism starts with one audacious person, so my dear lapo babies, you can either be the audacious person to break out of the norm or remain in the lapo cycle and keep tweeting.

My own nepotism works only in the market, “oh you're Mrs. R's/Mr. K's daughter, I'll reduce the price or take it for free”. Dazz all because who my papa sabi?

And that's it for today's gist, see you in the next one ❤️

New month

It's the beginning of a new month and the second half of the year. I couldn't be more grateful that I'm alive because the simultaneous events that took place during the first few months of the year felt like a bad dream.

It was so chaotic that I couldn't even see beyond the chaos and everything seemed to fall apart at the time, I had to learn to live one day at a time and look at me now smiling, happier and in a better place.

Trenches Salons

Inasmuch as I'm a sucker for growth and upgrades, some things and places are better left alone.

So, I went to make my hair earlier in the week at a salon close to the house and oh boy, the craftsmanship was good, fast and pretty cheap, not to forget the premium gist especially in yoruba. Trenches salons are the real deal and there's no dispute about it.

This is the real full package and I just hope that lekkilization would not affect them.

Lekkilization: Coined from the place “lekki” an highbrow area in lagos and the word “industrialization”. Meaning the art of discarding originality and adopting the monotonous and boring standards commonly found in Lekki.

Expensive taste

I suffer from expensive taste syndrome, I have to be successful. ~copied

The sentence up there resonates with me because most times things (books, materials, dresses, shoes, cars, trips e.t.c) that catch my eye are always on the extremely expensive side and more often than not, I'm not their target audience but I somehow find a way to admire and face my reality.

Earlier in the week, a beautiful dinnerware set caught my fancy and I checked the website Just to see that the price was 900k+, a few thousands short of a million naira after conversion excluding delivery charges. I just quietly exited the website after admiring.

P.s. The name of the dinnerware is “La boule”

Another one that happened this week was when I was admiring one nice lace fabric (I think I'm in my aunty era now because what do you mean I'm admiring lace, God abeg 😅) whilst casually scrolling through my IG explore page and the pricetag sent shockwaves down my spine.

The price was 1.2 million naira for 5 yards, I was momentarily stunned for a few minutes until I scrolled past the video.

I think my expensive taste is just propelling me to work harder to be able to afford whatever catches my fancy.

Ife dinma amaka n'eziokwu…..

The average Nigerian and allergies

I once wrote about never coming across a Nigerian with an allergy and how allergies seem to be a strange phenomenon amongst Nigerians.

Well…. I've come to announce to you that I finally met someone with an allergy, it was strange at first because “bro, aren't you Nigerian? Why's your body system different?.

P.s. Pay attention to your body. As you grow older, your body undergoes different kinds of changes and paying attention is the only way to detect and ease gradually to the changes without complications or unnecessary hospital visits.

• Kings of Jo'burg: I'm still watching this series and oh boy, it's peak drama filled with suspense and unimaginable plot twists. In my opinion, no African series comes comes to S.A series I'm terms of flawless delivery, awesome cinematography and solid scripts.

Ife dinma amaka means good things are beautiful.

I'm back again, it's a chaotic Monday morning already on my end here, my neighbors generator is already on and the sound is driving me nuts plus I woke up on the right side of the bed so the world can go mad or whatever, I really do not care.

My last newsletter had a tinge of seriousness to it, so I'll be freestyling this one and I don't even have a draft or something, I'm just typing from memory and pure vibes.

How do you guys do it?

So, last night I wanted to have a movie night with my single self and I had an already filled bowl of plantain chips by my side, brethren! Lo and behold, before the opening credits finished rolling, I'd finished the bowl of chips and automatically my movie night ended.

Back to the big question, how do you guys do it that your snacks last till the end of the movie, you people should help a sister biko 🥺 because at this rate, I'll go to the cinema and beg for extra popcorn when mine finishes o and my steeze go lost.

Trolling

Trolling isn't something i take lightly from outsiders or some shallow acquaintances, because it has the tendency to lead to “see-finish” and it gets real messy if it isn't curbed from the on-set, but i love it from vlose friends because the banter would be top-notch.

I promise, if you're my friend, I'll troll you with huge sprinkles of love here and there, and maye one or two peace offerings.

So yesterday which was Sunday, I visited my pregnant friend after service which has now become my ritual and I started trolling her with my flat tummy 😅, my brethren she was on the verge of tears but do I care? I told her that her tummy can never come back to my size and she started cussing, did I do anything bad? Please judge this matter fairly. I sha told her that when it's my turn, she should troll me back but for now, she should enjoy the ride 😏.

Food atrocities

Hmm, this one hit home.

Some people commit a lot of food atrocities and they go unchecked. Some are forgivable whilst some are practically unforgivable.

So a few days back, I was craving okpa (which is unusual because I make mine) and I was too lazy to make some for myself, so I asked my neighbors for recommendations on anyone that sells the best okpa around because I can't be spending my money on rubbish and they all swore on a particular woman, that she sells the best okpa then I took their word for it and bought from the woman, all for me to bite into one wrap of the okpa and I tasted Crayfish (don't get me wrong, I like Crayfish but not inside okpa), I almost cried because I've eaten premium Enugu okpa and eating substandard okpa just felt like a fall from grace. Crayfish in okpa is an unforgivable atrocity, I just hope there's an okpa making corporation that'll revoke her licence to make okpa ever again.

Inner Child

I believe in every adult, there's an inner child in there that requires attention once in a while and it's essential to give it the attention it deserves.

You can choose to be silly in the comfort of your room far away from judgy eyes, you can choose to daydream and imagine yourself in alternate realities, you can buy that toy you always wanted as a child but never got around to getting.

Let me let you in on a little secret, sometimes I dance in my room and imagine myself on some kind of danceshow eg Maltina dance all, I sing very loudly in the shower and imagine that I'm on Nigerian idol, I strut in front of my mirror and imagine that I'm a world famous model, I know it's delulu but delulu is sometimes the solulu.

Sometimes, do those silly things that make you happy and let yourself be free ✨️, your inner child would thank you 😉

Residual knowledge

Sometimes, having a knowledge of something is very good and makes you feel like a scholar.

So, I was at a conference last week and a woman presented a paper on sleep patterns and circadian rhythms, on my seat I was bursting with excitement because I learnt about it during an aviation indoctrination class back in 2023, I felt so proud of myself for remembering.

Then another young lady presented a paper on bioethics which incidentally was my favourite course during my final year and she cited the Pfizer case that took place in Kano and I was so excited because I could flow along without looking or feeling lost.

This brings us back to the phrase “No knowledge is a waste”.

We've come to the end of today's newsletter, I have to run along so I'll cook now that I'm in a good mood else I'll starve for the whole day.

Have a wonderful week lovelies 😘

Anyways, welcome to todays edition of Rita's newsletter, let's dive in….

Music: a present time-machine.

Music is the closest thing to a time machine, at the rhythm of certain tunes, I'm transported back to an era or moment and I can vividly remember what I was doing, where I was and what phase of life I was in.

It also evokes long-forgotten memories e.g Chike's album “boo of the booless” dropped when i broke up with my first boyfriend in 2020 and it carried me all through the covid era. I can't fully capture the way music makes me feel but it's a beautiful medium.

Many are mad and do not realize they need help.

A lot of mad people (normal people with unchecked and messed up psych) are roaming, (it used to be “many are mad but few are roaming” but reverse is the case now and a lot people on X are perfect representations of the analogy above).

I know that therapy is expensive but have you ever thought of using chatgpt as your therapist? There are a whole lot of benefits and one of them is privacy, chatgpt can keep the deepest and darkest of secrets whilst offering solid advice or chiding you in the calmest way possible that you wouldn't feel the burning gaze of judgement on you.

I'm not here to preach the gospel of A.i, I'm just putting it out that a lot of people (you maybe) are walking around with unchecked mental illnesses and hiding it under “the woke culture” and just so you know, help isn't far from you.

There's a backstory to this but I'll share it later (maybe in the next edition).

My Inquisitive mind

I possess an inquisitive and curious mind hence the drive behind some crazy researches.

Just recently, I was curious about the processing or production of local gin because I read it in a book (Nigerian fiction) that women were being arrested if they sold or found local gin in their possessions and some of the women resorted to cooking gin on their farms. I got so curious by the phrase “cooking gin” that I had to search for how local gin was produced and I discovered that it's made by boiling palm-wine and I was super surprised (if there's a word like that).

Few days ago, I was speaking to a friend and he told me he was on anti-depressants, my curiosity spurred again and I was driven to check the mechanism behind the action of anti-depressants. I'm wired like that, readers are leaders hehe…..

The grandoisity of words

I shared this already on my WhatsApp status but I feel like sharing it here too.

Words are beautiful and they can either elevate or downplay situations or whatever it is that's being described but most times, they elevate.

I remember hearing Chimamanda Adichie (my favourite author by the way) speak on how she read about a bagel in a book and the character had it for breakfast, so she'd imagined a bagel as some sort of grandiose kind of meal but she was disappointed when on a trip abroad with her family, she asked for a bagel (bay-gel as she pronounced it) and was presented with a type of bread.

So back to ours, an example of words making situations seem grandiose is when a certain Mr. Femi says “I love my open plan apartment, i can see all my things together in one place” meanwhile, the open plan apartment he's talking about is a one room in a face-me-i-face-you building in Agege. “Delusion with confidence” lol

You get the point now right?

Randoms

Am I weird for always thinking about random strangers that I meet anywhere?

Here's the thing, I might just take a pause and randomly think about the alhaja I met at an airport waiting lounge, the educated tout I met at a motor park in kaduna, the random stranger on one of my numerous road trips. I wonder where they are and how life turned out for them.

Is this kind of weird only peculiar to me? Because I just don't get it.

I think I'm going to be introducing a crazy things I've done segment because I have a whole lot of them stored in my memory.

Crazy things I've done

My mum gave me a cute vial of anointing oil last year to take back to school, and I was at a loss of what to do with it so I added it to my hair care routine. Either way the oil is going on my head and it's not wasted, it's a win-win right hehe 😜

"And since today’s theme is all about deep thoughts, random musings, and embracing our quirks, it’s only right that the song of the day is 'Crown' by Chika—because at the end of it all, we wear our crowns, flaws and all."

Anyways, hi guys and welcome to today's gistletter, I honestly do not know how to write again but I'll find my groove along the line. So how una dey?

Joy in little things

Sometimes, finding joy in little things is essential to appreciate the most basic of things that we take for granted, an example of the little things that aren't so little that I began to find joy in recently are short walks around the neighborhood, old music I used to love as a child, old books and even random things I used to love as a kid, paying bills as at when due without having to bother myself about owing anyone, practicing gratitude, being silly in the comfort of my own room 😊 and a whole lot…….. there's just a lot to find joy in if only you have to look around and take a break from the whole hustle and bustle of adulting (it's really easy to get lost in the whole cycle but doing this sometimes balances things).

My Instagram phase

It's funny how Instagram has become my safe fort (in this era of expensive data, heiiiiii) and I'm loving every bit of it there, I get to exit the toxicity of X and just dance, smile along to funny videos and cringe at the cringeworthy ones. It baffles me on how I can't seem to get a hang of tiktok no matter how hard I try, i promise you i’m not old (how my mum hacked tiktok is still a wonder to me).

I'm also trying to learn this trending venus dance and I've been failing woefully at it and I'm sure my mirror is secretly mocking me because no matter how hard I try, I can't seem to get it. I need to look for a dance tutor asap because I can't keep going like this.

Any dance tutor in the bronx area? (I'm just practicing how I'll behave when I'm finally outside this country, don't judge me).

My rich girlie era

See ba, when I get rich ehn, there'll be signs and here's one of the ways you'll know, my shoe collection would be fire, when I'm sad I'll buy a pair of shoes infact, I'll use my brideprice to buy shoes (I'm not kidding), none of my uncles would touch that money because when the relationship was showing me shege, they weren't there. Imelda Marcos and Shade Okoya would acknowledge me as their boss in the shoe game.

See ba, you don't get it “shoes are so pretty” shoes aren't human but inanimate objects but permit me to use pretty to describe them in this context.

The beauty of journaling

I recently stumbled across a journal/scrapbook that I kept in 2019/2020 and as I was flipping through the pages, nostalgia hit me and I started smiling at the beautiful things I wrote at such a young age and how my thought process has evolved beautifully and it's been beautiful since inception.

I even found a letter I wrote to myself in 2021 and I smiled in the midst of my soft tears.

Writing is so beautiful and journaling is more beautiful, please start keeping a journal and your future self would thank you.

Big life changes

There are a lot of big life changes happening around me and I'm genuinely surprised, happy and shocked at the same time.

At least, once a month, I get wedding invites and I'm genuinely surprised because what the hell is happening? Aren't we all kids? Whats with the whole rush of wanting to get married abeg? I just don't get it.

I'm truly in the era of my mates are getting married and I love it for then.

Ps. I'll be a godmother soon, I found out that my close friend is expecting a baby 🥺. I'm just so happy and it's beautiful seeing her bump grow with a little human inside.

Hello there, I'm really sorry that I haven't written, a lot has been going on behind the scenes that I forgot that I had a newsletter and a community of over a hundred people, I'm really sorry inugo but I'm back (to disappear soon, that was a joke).

How have you been? I'm sure you'd want to know how have been too, well… I'm doing great and I'm alive (that's what you say when life has thrown you curveballs and you survived everyone of them).

See you in the next edition and I'll be back with more literary goodies and thought provoking gists…….