I'M BACK (i guess)
*clearing the cobwebs myself since you guys refused to help me do it*
I’d have asked how y’all are doing, but seeing that you guys don’t care about me, i’ll keep my care to myself.
Nobody could even ask where i am, and i thought i was rated. My bad guys, it just hurts my feelings, but it’s all good.
Where have i been? You may not ask, but i’ll tell you regardless. Alot has been going through me guys, from NYSC literally sitting on my throat, to trying to look for money, plus my phone is hanging by a floss. This phone started going off on me randomly in the middle of one hot afternoon, and i had to get rid of alot of things on it so that it would stay alive a little. One of the things i had to get rid of is Substack and seeing that i had already backslid from the app previously, i was like Why not. But i can’t lie, i miss writing even though y’all have made it obvious you people do not rate me, I miss getting my thoughts out there.
I made new hair, and it felt like my life was finally coming together, even though nothing is still making sense. Please make your hair today my lovelies. I also travelled to Abuja for a bit while i was away, before that i was trying to sew some clothes for my aunt, then it was doing some remote jobs that fucked with my sleep, hence fucked with my brain, so it has been jumping from one thing to the other without my brain really processing anything,
It feels like i’ve lost all my interaction skills, i’m not even sure i know how to hold a conversation anymore, i don’t be talking to anybody anymore. I should just be like John the Baptist and go and live in the wilderness. Everything just feels foreign to me mehn. Adulthood is giving a mix of airplane mode and barely being able to process anything.
I also came with a likkle bit of advice for my couch potatoes that do not like to go out and complain that nobody really sees them, When i went for my cousin’s wedding and when it was time for the couple to come in, there was this friend of the bride that put her whole soul and bum-bum and waist into dancing and guess what? One pot-bellied man who was sitting beside me sent someone to collect her account number. From there now, she’ll look for his number to say thank you, and that, my lovely readers, is how she has caught a sugar daddy.
My PPA has refused to pay me, and as sharp girl wey i be, i’m taking my laptop every single day that i’m going to the office to use the Wi-Fi there to download, upload, reload, and overload anything and everything that i can. Please collect your payment from people who are using you whether by cash, transfer, cheque, or data. Any mode of payment would work. This letter would be successfully uploaded courtesy of my office Wi-Fi.
Summary
You guys don’t care about me, and it’s okay. One day, the rejected stone would become the cornerstone. (Omo, i actually crack myself up)
If you send me an iPhone 17, it won’t be a bad idea and you won’t die.
Life is lifing, and i should probably just emulate John the Baptist.
Make your hair, wash your clothes, or arrange your room. That’s how you deceive your brain into thinking you have it all together. Just take a look at me and my all back.
Go to a wedding and dance like your life depends on it, that’s how you catch a Sugar daddy. Sugar daddy 101.
Collect your money - cue in Buga by Kizz Daniel. Whatever method it might be, even through crypto.
Ciao cousins. I hope you hit you leg on stone and your slippers cut. Next time you’ll ask about me.
Welcome back🎉
Amen!!!