Wake up, it’s the first of the month (I know it’s the second, just humor me okay?)

It’s currently 8:47. I really really need to pee but I’m too lazy to take 5 steps to the bathroom (in my defense there’s a 50kg bag of rice almost right in-front of my door that’s serving as my literal stumbling block, but I digress) I’m staring at my empty Jack Daniel’s bottle and wishing I had more because this feels like one of those nights that I think I deserve a drink.

Saying “this feels like one of those nights” without explaining why seems like a cop out, so I’ll tell you why. I just saw a photo of the beheaded corpse of a university student on twitter and that immediately spoiled my day. I know one thing’s for sure, that boy isn’t getting any justice. This is Nigeria, the truth is when you die, nothing for you. So do your best to stay alive, and hope that you don’t take the first shot at getting out of this world before they get you.

Okay okay, I’m supposed to sound cheery and excited about the new year. And to be honest, I’m pretty optimistic about this year. I’m turning 24, my friends are amazing, I actually really like my bosses so that’s great and I might get a raise. If I feel up to it I might even start working out. I have a clean new slate and it’s really refreshing to say the least.

I’m picking up writing again this year. I’m my own accountability partner and this is my first entry of the year. I hope to write and post more and more and more. Speaking about women and for women has been my passion and I’m getting into that this year again, so…….yeah.

Here’s to day one 🥂

Oh, and where did I toss my manners?

Happy new year!