Contrary to popular belief, there is peace for the wicked.
The wicked ones are up! It’s such a crazy concept, you know, wickedness? Like you know what is right, but you do the opposite and do it knowing you are ruining someone else’s life. Anyway, if you can read this, it is my birthday. I like to keep my things brief, tho; I have no plans for my birthday this year. I had one before tho, get a new apartment in a new city and open a bottle of red wine. Why did that plan change, you are asking? Well, maybe life in collaboration with wicked people ( Portharcourt housing agents). Anyway, I get to spend my 24th birthday -read as 19th- with my family. I even ironed the clothes I’ll wear today. Lol. My birthday plans made me realize that no matter how much I try to be in control of what goes on in my life, I can’t control EVERYTHING. It’s a very bitter pill, as bitter as those yellow uncoated anti-malaria tablets. Urgh! I can taste it in my mouth. 23 was quite a year. I took so many risks in my career, quitting a job with no backup plan, getting a