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 new one in less than three days, launching a startup, launching my first online course, my first live social media class, losing my friend, losing my grandma, almost started a relationship with a psychopath (damn! My guardian angel works overtime) starting another new job, paying rent, donating blood, serving God, paying bills, making my parents happy, being a ray of sunshine. What did I miss??

24. What do you have in store for me? Please be nice, and I do not want to cry the way I had to last year; I do not want to lose anyone else. 

Dear 24, I want to be a better person and friend; I want to handle the feeling of being overwhelmed better. My career is meaningful, so it helps me get better at my job. Help me be a better daughter and the best sister to my siblings. 

Also, REMOVE WICKED PEOPLE from my path; I don’t mean like the joke of wicked, like the living and breathing versions of Aemond Targaryen, I don’t want abeg. Because wicked people stay wicked and have rest while I’ll stay up at 2 am crying and sighing.

Okay, that would be all now. It’s also my birthday custom to have a wishlist, and because I am a 24-year-old with bills to pay and honestly, I don’t have shame, ask around.

Happy birthday, Efemena Uyiosa Celyn Ovie; here’s to the year of only good things. May the skin glow, and the face card never decline. See you at the same time next year? You bet!

Listened to Hillsong Worship, Brooke Ligertwood, Reuben Morgan’s - Who You Say I Am - Live while writing this.

Love,

YG💜