I’ve tried to write on the blog for a while and haven’t been able to. There’s distraction on one end, sheer lack of words at the other end and meat the centre of everything looking confused. And I think this mental picture summarises my 2017. One day everything seems figured out, the next day you’re back to the drawing board saying, “wait, is one plus one really two? It looked like three the first time”. Are you already feeling confused? My point exactly!
As at September, I had already started the first paragraph of my end of year review because I was certain of how the year would end. By the time I passed out from youth service in November and packed my loads to return to my father’s house as early as 6:00am the next day, I sat down to laugh at myself for some minutes. The father’s house I was wondering how I’d cope in is where I’m writing from. It’s as if life doesn’t even rate me at all.
My mother says I’m the only person who returned penniless from youth service. She’s also praying to Jehovah Imammadu to change my story and give me a job. So I can’t fault her for her jabs at all. Someone that said that my silver-painted toe nails look like aluminium roofing sheets and I didn’t cry, is it ordinary accusation of poor managerial skills that’ll kill me? Tomorrow, people will ask where I got my “bad mouth” from. I GOT IT FROM MY MUMMY! I digress. So, I returned from youth service poor, jobless and unfazed.
However, these are all sad stories and I’d be lying if I said that 2017 was one big sad story. There are many things I’m thankful for.
I’m thankful that I got to experience Uromi. Even though I almost never went anywhere, it was a pleasant experience getting to meet new people and learning about a different culture.
I’m thankful for my blog. I haven’t been on my best behaviour with this baby but still, it’s a testament to the beauty of God and humanity (read Ndianabasi Udonkang, who single handled designed this blog). It’s made me feel useful.
I’m thankful for the support of family. Belonging to a traditional family unit that works is a blessing no one should take for granted. I pray that you never have to look around you and feel utterly alone. It is the worst thing.
I’m thankful for Ndiana, Dorothy and Terry; three people who have been so supportive and kind.
I’m thankful for love; love in its most basic, gut-twisting and utterly confusing way. It has given me insight on certain capabilities I possess.
I’m thankful for all of you who take out time to read my blog. It gives me so much joy.
As we scale through this sham called adulthood, may we find reasons to give ourselves big pats on the back. May we lick ice cream and chew the cone. May divine assistance never be far from us. 2018, we’re coming!
P.S: I’ll talk about our January series, The Resolutions in another post.
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