KAYAH : THE MUSINGS OF A STRUGGLING MUSLIM

I turn twenty-nine in four days, the last year of my twenties. I was over with my twenties after I hit twenty-seven and I was mad excited for my thirties. It's mad funny, in my teens I did not want to age, I was excited about 18, and every age after was welcomed with sadness.  Getting older equals, responsibility, marriage, death, etc. The last nine years were tough, at twenty-one, I was living my best life, uni, etc, I had my old blog, and was posting every week, not a bother. At twenty-two, I finished uni, started law school, fell in love, had my first orgasm &experienced my first heartbreak. I lost the zeal for partying, clubbing, and the likes. At twenty-three I was still in love, law school was kicking my ass, I had zero worries, and my wants and needs were taken care of by my parents. At twenty-three sex was different, I knew exactly what I wanted, and how I wanted it. The only worry I had was the man in my life at the time. I wrote my bar finals and passed on the first a...