Growing up in Naija

Don't you find it funny that our parents or older siblings think that they know everything going on with us as teenagers but actually have no clue whatsoever? Just because they catch us slipping one time, they think they have us all figured out. LMFAO!!!

I learnt how to lie as a teenager and it got to a point I didn't even need to think ahead. When the need arose, the lie will manifest and it will be so smooth. I found out that my parents (my mum especially) only needed to hear the lie. Telling the truth meant that I was ready to listen to 2 weeks of ted talk from my mum or get beaten at the very least opportunity. My mum used to be a WAR(in indaboski's voice), especially when she's disappointed in me for something I did. She beat me so much I questioned her love for me. She said it was discipline but it made me question my self worth as a human being. My sister never really had my back too. Everywhere I looked, though love. Then I began to look outside for soft love.

I found it. Exactly what I was looking for and I hid it from them (my family). Still it wasn't enough so I continued to look deeper. Deeper and deeper I looked until I got to the very bottom. Started from the top again and continued to look, consciously and unconsciously going round and round in circles.

There's a lot to say. Even as I type this, I am not sure I am ready for all the spilling but I know its what I want to do. I want to talk about it. EVERYTHING. I want to write about it. It might take me years and years or maybe my entire life because I am even still right in the middle of the search. Although things are different now, not much has changed. Life is really a pot of beans.

I know you have a lot to share too and you want people to hear you but you think you do not have the resources or the time. Maybe you have some not so decent memories you want to share or cases you will like to report and you do not want to personally offend anyone. I created this blog for you. I want you to talk through me. I will be your face and help you share your ideas. There won't be ''a caught'' and your message will still be passed.

I am not asking you to trust me (even if that wont be a bad idea). You can write your messages anonymously. I decided to bare myself and I am absolutely not asking you to do same. We already agreed that our gist will not be carried outside this blog and I believe in you. *wink*

Mmmmbyeeeee