1, 2, 3.... Mic Testing

Opens my blog site to peep...

Oh, beautiful! This page's still here. 🤭

Y'ello user! Welcome to this side of EBUNOLUWA! 

Writing my name in full because na me own this page! Since 2022, na me! 😂

Well, well, well... 

I wasn't the best in consistency then. But now? Kai, I have a track record of consistency that I am actually carrying through this year. So, welcome to this part and get ready to be sick of me. I'll make you smile, I'll make you angry, I'll provoke your thoughts, and I just might make you cry too. Who knows? 

I won't be introducing myself. Ask Google! 😎 

Adjust shoulder pads... 

Calm down, I was only joking. 😂

This page, I am still discovering and unfolding what it's for, so while I do that, why not just have my random thoughts here?!

Those type of thoughts that can make them beat you if you say it in public. 😂

Like saying smoky party jollof rice is overrated, or saying school isn't a scam. 

Hold up, school isn't a scam. If it was, how would I be able to write this and you, read this? 

You see, school isn't a scam.

Well, maybe not completely. 

Life has been lifing lately. 

Once I wake up, I'll sit for like 10 minutes and think about my life. Deep breaths and like 100 thoughts at once. 

There is a wave of heaviness, and this might be my way of staying afloat.

I don’t even have the energy to get started each day, how I show up, it's a mystery found in Christ, ngl. 

See, if you see me outside, please squeeze money into my palms. No long talk. I’ll buy cold chocolate Viju and Sister Wumi’s bread and egg, and maybe I’ll find enough motivation to face the day.

Eyiii!  I’m teary right now...

Calm down! 

It's just onions. Btw, why would anyone hate onions? 

Anyways, if your way of staying afloat is crying, please cut some onions and do a proper tearing session. For me, it's writing, that's why I'm back here. I didn't bring you advice or tips. Chill. 

Life had been moving fast, and I… I couldn’t keep up. I'm not even sure I'm keeping up now.

Sometimes, I sit in silence and think about my life. The things I’ve prayed about. The people I’ve lost. The dreams I’m nursing with one tired hand. And all I want to do is... Cry? Nah, PRAY. Try it, it works like magic. 

Gosh, I sound like an adult. 😑😂

Call: Abeg ohh, who dig this pit? 

Response: Who dig this pit go fall inside. 

If you sang through those two sentences, congratulations. 

You passed. You're not an adult, you're just being forced to be posing as one. 😪

Just like me. Na fake life. I no adult anything. 

That should be all for today, I came to test my mic and it's working. I'll get back to work on what I'll be doing here. See you next week Monday. 

Love always,

Ebunoluwa