It’s 2am as I write this, and I just finished eating a cake. That’s what happens when your sister/friend spoils you rotten. The way I ate that cake, the package will not branch my area again. Sorry, not sorry.
Yesterday, I finally went to submit my project. The way my supervisor looked at me, I felt unserious. I know I’m sometimes unserious but not in the academic environment nau. I wanted to be like “Ma, hear me out, hear me out please, I’ve been going through a lot..” It’s not that serious sha, I’m sure she just thinks I’m cute.
Speaking about going through a lot, is this how we’d be talking about life as a twenty-something as if it’s some merry-go-round machine or, there’s a point where all these stuff just stop? And I begin my hot era, and dollars is rolling off my palm? Please, tell me there’s a point tori all these ups and downs I no too like am.
Dreaming is Therapy
Lowkey, mo fe settle down. Get married to one rich Arabian Prince. This will be after Elon Musk Jnr (does he have one?) must have chased me tire. He’d give me Tesla and I’d tell him to eat grass, he’d tell ChatGPT to write love letters to me everyday but I’d tell him ‘Musky, you’re not okay. You can’t haveeee me.” One slap, gbola. Mtchew, me that don’t have time for nonsense. This is why my Arab prince will be enough for me. We’d have plenty money, but we go still dey lowkey. He’d leave all the shine for me. Goshhhhh!
Eating is Therapy
Now that I’ve eaten this cake, I’m feeling like someone rhat can maintain a baby girl lifestyle. Since I just had cake in the middle of the night, then I should be able to have sharwarma for breakfast, burger for lunch and probably pizza at night.
Nobody should talk to me about a balanced diet cos I’m not really interested. What I’m interested in is roasting the Pig out of Piggyvest because tell me why they swallowed my money since last week? Wait till I tell my prince! First bank, you too. Awon Ole!
Music is Therapy
Yesterday, I listened to Fireboy’s Apollo album again. That boy usually carry me to space. Immediately Spell came on, my legs just started moving and my waist was whining My roommate opened her mouth and started shouting:
“you said you have headache, Temi.”
I told her to gbenu soun, shey you don’t know that one should dance to shed off the world’s weight on one’s back? Anyway, I danced through the album except the songs Fireboy wanted to cry - Go Away and Dreamer.
Random
I need a glow-up that will gbe mi laruge. One that hits me everywhere. Mo fe hot, mehn. I want to change my hair, get my nails done, chemical peel abi what do they call it? (I don’t even want again because what’s the peeling there?) I want to change my wardrobe and I’m talking designers o. First, I’d have to attend all those runways and, I’d buy the clothes…and the models. They’d now arrange themselves in my room including that Bella Hadid lady. Don’t worry, there’d be plenty AC. Next, I’d pierce my nose in preparation for the Arabian lifestyle. Konfam, strategic planning.
It’s morning already and my roommate has started talking to me. Someone cannot even be delulu in peace. Early in the morning, talking? She’s cute sha. Maybe I’d dash her Prince’s younger brother.
Till my next post,
Keep unboxing your delulu.
Watching:
The Night Agent Series: Bruh, I loved it. See, I just like all these FBI, investigations and governmental foul plays kind of movie. Maybe it’s because I get immense pleasure when bad guys get busted, I wish it’d happen in Nigeria o.
Where can someone learn FBI guys?
Reading
Americanah: It’s Chimamanda Adichie work and I wonder why it’s a slow read for me. Her descriptions still blow me away sha. Such intentional writing.
Fourth Wing: I’m under the influence of TikTok BookTok. This is one of the consequences. I don’t know if its my style yet.
Btw, I share my reviews and recommendations on books on my Instagram: @-temilight. Do check it out if that’s your vibe.
Maybe right now what I need is to be delulu 😂
“Lowkey, mo fe settle down. Get married to one rich Arabian Prince.” Stealing this one