The day
usually starts with my parents prayin
I moved out
of my parent’s house at the age of 24, unlike all upcoming artistes, I did not
take the night bus, I took the morning bus and had an air of uncertainty
regarding who I am going to be. I knew what I wanted to be, I desired to be the
creative guy behind the cool adverts on TV and I felt I was on track. I had
gotten into Unilag for my masters (PR and Advertising), now I just needed to land
my dream job and let the sparks fly. In between all that, I am going to date
and fall in love with someone really pretty, get my car, an apartment and just
live a good life. I was to do all these before I clocked 30.
I quickly
learnt that life is a constant battle to be a better version of yourself, most
cases you see improvements as you age, in other cases you fight not to loose
your energy. In retrospect, I have struggled with both, I have tried to be a better
version and at the same time strive not to hit rock bottom. in all, the growth
is steady and visible.
Today I am
30 and I am mostly grateful for being alive and having a clean bill of health,
I did not achieve all I had hoped to achieve but I did accomplish other heights
which I am profoundly proud of. I made amazing friends and now have a wider
network of great people in my corner, I got jobs, each new job better than the
previous one, I made more money, got a car, I fell in love (fell out though, it’s
the effort that matters) I had a thousand more reasons to be happy than sad, I
got to do the things I love unhindered in any way, my sisters had babies (Nathaniel
and Jayden), all these and way more were reminders that life gets better as you age.
Happy
birthday to me, I am proud of myself, my little wins and big
wins, this is just the starting point.
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Happy birthday to you in arrears. Cheers to more experiences and wisdom in your thirties.
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