Why Saturdays used to be a no-no for my birthdays

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Why I didn't like my birthday on a Saturday

It doesn't matter what/how you feel about this for this is the girl I used to be, not the lady that I now am.

A few years ago, my aunt was getting married, a joyous occasion it was, everyone was happy, everyone, except me. I wasn't angry she was getting married, I was, in fact very happy for her. What I wasn't happy about however was her choice of date. 

Shades and reflections

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When I was young, I wore shades of bright colours and I saw the world in its reflection.
I've always loved trying new things, maybe it was just to feed my curiosity.

Heard that growing up was hard, but I couldn't wait to be a year older, I would round up my age and keep my teeth locked hoping they won't ask for my year of birth.
I loved to take up responsibilities; worked hard to be somewhat mature at least for my age.

12 Things on Having Nigerian Parents

1. We all know this one for sure; relaxing somewhere at home and you hear your name being called, and walahi, when you go to answer, all you have to do is get the remote, key, phone or something just by their side.

5 inches away oo...

2. When we ask our parents if we can go visit a friend. "Go where?"... "Go and read your book".

Funny how the parents of those friends tell them the same thing.

There Was A Time....

There was a time when I was younger I had believed I was the smartest person in Nigeria.... or at least the most prolific in the English Language. I had been surrounded by a lot of people in the urban area that time, and had just recently returned from the United States.

I thought I was the bomb. A genius maybe. Ok, maybe I didn't have a secret basement laboratory to chase my older sister(s) out of, or a huge giant sized (hypertrophied) brain bobbing up and down everywhere I went, or even some kind of red and gold metal semi-robotic suit.

I, just like many of you, felt on top of the world then. I was unstoppable. I was still high on dreams....