Edna speaks

Let me tell you the story of (one of) the worst day(s) of my life. Hint: you probably thought that it was one of my best days... it wasn't. Sit back, get some popcorn and brace yourself. It's going to be a very long one. It all started the night before (or rather the morning cos this was past midnight). I was supposed to go to bed early (or earlier) because I was going to wake up earlier, but as usual, there was something not so important to do, a video not too important to watch or a tweet definitely not important at all to read that kept me up later than I should have been. I went to bed at around 2am to get up at around 5am. It was a warm(ish) summer morning; I woke up to the sound of my alarm. It was already bright outside, longer days and shorter nights, summer solstice and alladat as we were taught in Geography. I got ready and left the house at about 6. I was supposed to be at the train station before 7:30 for my train. The map said it would take me about an hour by bus,

“Until the day is over, there’s a chance you’re going to remember it for something else” - This is us 🥺 One of my favorite songs from Adele's 30 is "Hold On". Some lines that really stand out to me in the song are: "Right now I truly hate being me" and "Let time be patient". Right now, I truly hate being me We've all had moments where we HATED our lives. Where we would have happily jumped at the chance to live another person's life, even just for a day. In fact, sometimes I genuinely ask myself, how am I sure than I am me?  Like how do I tell my essence apart from someone else's? Like I came to the consciousness that I am who I am at like, age 5, but how do I know I'm myself and not someone else. It's a complex question to ask and even explain, so I try not to think about it for too long. The point is, at many times in our lives and maybe even right now, we have hated being ourselves. The song offers encouragement in the next line.

Short answer: thinking and talking to myself... A LOT! Part 1: Thinking   I am (or rather I try to be) very active in my thoughts. I try not to be an outsider or a passer-by to my thinking. My mind is always doing the darnedest things, and I come along FULLY for the ride 😂 I think I'm HILARIOUS. After spending some time with me, most people tend to agree (you don't have to agree, not everyone has good taste 😅  JK... or am I  😏 ). I know I know, humor is subjective and whateva Side Storytime with moi I remember my first day at my office in London when our colleagues took us out for lunch. We were just talking about ourselves and backgrounds etc., so they asked me about Nigeria. I said something along the lines of the government sucks, but the people are HILARIOUS!!! And made several other sentences emphasizing this. One of my colleagues, who's Ghanaian, later said he didn't really believe me when I said Nigerians are hilarious till one day after a meeting we were gist

In the chorus of the first song on Jon Bellion's album, The Human Condition (that I LOVE), he sings the line "nothing has changed (s)he is the same". I've been thinking about that a lot recently. Let's take a trip down memory, shall we? When I was younger, I used to prefer buying food at school instead of taking homemade food to school. Something about that jollof rice that the woman in junior secondary school canteen made was so magical.  I was thinking about the jollof rice the other night, and I could vividly remember (and see) the woman opening the cooler, removing the nylon that now had water dripping because of the steam from the HOT jollof rice hitting the nylon and her serving the jollof rice and removing any stray bay leaves along the way. Then the sizzling hot stew with beef, SOFT, scrumptious kpomo 😋  and boiled egg and her soft moi moi! Oh, what a glorious moi moi it was  🤤 🤤 🤤  I just ate before typing this, but I'm salivating at the thought o

Every year for the last 3 years (except last year 😅), I have written (and posted) a blog on my birthday talking about... whatever. For some reason, last year, on November 8th, I didn't have anything written. Maybe because I was too lazy or I forgot, or maybe the time wasn't quite right 🤔 and when I finally got around to it, one month later, I scribbled a few thoughts together but never edited or posted it. So maybe call this Chapter 21 & 22? Anyways, this article will be a combination of some of the thoughts I scribbled down in December 2020 and thoughts I have today. Good luck trying to figure out which is which 😂 Here goes I was looking through my blog posts for when I turned 19 & 20 to see what opinions I changed and what I still believe to be true. If you want to check them out, you can find them here:  19  and  20 . To be honest, I still agree with all that was written in those posts. I still think birthdays are hella stressful, and I think if we're going to