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Inside Life 5

*gasps* This one’s way too early, right? Well, once again, the publishing time is highly dependent on what I’ll be talking about. Come with me. I’ll explain.

Heyaaaa! Missed me?

I’m referring to everyone now and not just those who used to have regular access to me before my hiatus.

Looking at it right now, I can conclude that not a lot of people got to miss me. They probably just missed my writing.

I’m surrounded by magical people who love me so much that they started to frequent Telegram more than usual just so they can say ’Hi’ and check up on me.

Well, maybe not ’just’ because of me, but I like to feel important. Let me.

The part I said about missing my writing stems from the fact that I legit finished with writing challenges that lasted about 45 days in total, then I just disappeared. After getting something from me to read everyday for a month and a half, I just deprived you for a week.

I don’t know if I should say I’m sorry since the Inside Life Series was already slated as a weekly segment. Then again, I guess I could have sprinkled in a little something outside the series?

It has passed sha. No use crying over spilt milk.

I came through for y’all now, didn’t I?

I want to say ‘just like I planned’, but when I think about it, I can’t get over the fact that I didn’t, in fact, plan this. If you remember, this was sheer impulse at play.

I’ll use the phrase anyway because it’ll make more sense.

Just like I planned, this break has done me a lot of good. One week later, I’ve had a lot of time for a lot of things that I used to neglect. One of those things, as I mentioned in my last post, was books. As calculated, I’ve read 3 books this past week. These are books I’ve always had and wanted to read. I needed to go all the way to the bottom of my Google Drive to find them, but I did and I’m glad I did.

Another good thing I’ve had is reflection time. I won’t delve into it because

For anyone that isn’t me.

I will, however, delve into something that’s nearly as deep. Here’s something else I’ve learnt from my recess.

You Can Run, But You Can’t Hide

I kid you not. I had the inspiration for this piece even before I was done writing the last one. I think I mentioned it at the end of part 4. That’s why it’s so early.

Remember I said that the whole content of this post is exactly why it’s early?

Well, the real world is really real; internet or not, dears.

There I was, telling my loves the tale of how I chose the coward’s path and ran so that I could live to fight another day. Heck, I was so inspired by my cowardice that I made a quote:

Everyone wants to fight to live another day only to live to fight another day.

Brownie Vocal
I mean, I thought that into existence from a retreat. Some deep sturv. Give me my fucking coinnn!

You’re allowed to keep feeling my greatness, but whenever you’re done, here’s the rest of the story.

I’m putting the finishing touches on last week’s post and I hit publish as soon as I’m done. It’s sudden, the call of my name.

”Why aren’t you outside?” Yells my oldest cousin through the window of my room. ”Everyone is.”

Ugh! I roll my eyes. I step outside my room and eventually the building. Everyone’s in the compound seated on chairs, stools, an empty crate. Whatever they can find, actually. I realise my 8-year-old cousin is even seated on the concrete ground. His mother’s there and she’s surprisingly not complaining about it. That leads me to believe that they probably swept or even scrubbed the ground recently. It’s the only plausible explanation for her silence because she normally complains about how the boy gives her a shit load of work in the form laundry.

”Sit.” My cousin raises an eyebrow.

He doesn’t say where, so I shrug and crouch next to my younger cousin. I sit next to him on the floor. My older cousin chuckles and shakes his head.

They all have their turn explaining how antisocial I am. I just smile at all their jokes, even the ones that do nothing but heighten my insecurities and strengthen the antisocial in me.

I’m totally fine. I love humans.

I have no idea why I fed y’all all that syrup when the real pancakes are only just coming up.

Anyway, I’m in the midst of my family and they’re all going on and on switching from topic to topic. They don’t require that I talk. They just want some semblance of socialisation with me, so that’s fine. Right?


They start talking about every single topic that made me run in the first place. From Floyd to Tina to Uwa. Everything.

I’m still totally fine.

The problem is, I’m not. Or wasn’t anyways. I feel a lot better now. I’ve had amazing people to help me through it, and words are magical, I must say. Movies have been good too, so…ART in general?

The point is, however, I thought I could run. Haq!


I’ve learnt, my loves, that the problems are ALWAYS gonna be there. It also makes me really believe that the earth is round because shit just be coming back to me all the damn time no matter what direction I throw it. No matter where you start running, you’re back where you started eventually. Unless, of course, you face it.

That said, I’m coming back, right? I mean, I can’t run, so I should just face it, shey?


Well, Telegram has lit games on it and a lot of my favourite people are there now. There’s also a channel for a bunch of books.


The whole reason I initially stayed on the telegram is that there’s no space for content beyond the one-on-one conversations. Now, figuring out how the place works, I might have hit the jackpot.

So, as regards coming back everywhere else…

I’ll consider it sha.

Update: Tuesday, 9th of June.

I considered it.

So help me sky daddy.

Did you miss me? Tell me all about what the internet has been like in the past week while I have nearly finished Netflix.

Until next time.


Teen with the soul of a child and musings of an adult💖

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