To 29

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 attempt.

At twenty-four, I was called to the Nigeria bar as a Barrister and Solicitor of the Supreme Court of Nigeria. I was still in love but was getting served seasonal breakfast. At twenty-four, I discovered my anger is insane, when I say insane, I mean insane. I called my mum crying at 5 am, cos I had a fight with the man and lost the plot.. not going into details but it was quite ugly.

I move back to Dublin and got my first job, I finally had my own money, financial freedom can be dangerous if you have zero control over how you spend. I was paying for everything myself. I paid for my first flight myself and I almost cried, I flew with Turkish airlines as they were the cheapest. 

When my parents paid for my flights, it was Klm, AirFrance Lufthansa, or nothing. The worst I had was Ethiopian airlines. I flew with Turkish airlines twice and I said never again, I don't care how much Klm or AirFrance cost, I'll stick with them.

Twenty-five was a very shitty year, I woke up sad AF the morning of my birthday, stayed in bed until 5 pm, cried for no reason, eventually dragged myself out of bed, went to see a movie, and had dinner on my own. I spent over €6,000 on birthday presents that year. I bought myself a plot of land, a gold bracelet, a laptop (which I no longer have ), 2 pairs of Nike runners, and beats by Dre.

Twenty-five was a blur, I was waking up, living, I was working out and my body looked good. But I hated life.

Oh yeah, I was still in love.

I quit my job.

Two days before my 26th, I got into a car accident, I was walking with my ex and a truck came out of nowhere.

On my twenty-sixth birthday, I woke up on the floor of Igbobi hospital, forgetting it was my birthday. And I spent the next few weeks running around the hospital ensuring everything was fine. I spent a few months in Lagos looking after him. Then it was decided " let's have our introduction ". 

I moved back to Dublin, and just before the lockdown, I went to London, life was bleeeeh , I was unemployed. I had the same routine, wake up, read books, watch TV shows, cooked, and & prayed, I gained 10kgs or more.

I started a business, selling high street brand items on it, and made some money but I had zero interest.

I started writing my book (For You), then I lost motivation after seventeen thousand words and I abandoned it *and have yet to go back*.

I get goosebumps every time I read it.

My relationship ended, after four years and one month, ALHAMDULILLAH!!!!

Went back to Dublin after six months in London, still unemployed, and decided to take my Solicitors exam in Dublin. Read at night and slept during the day.

Took a course on women's rights, and started reading more about feminism. I Added Feminist to my Twitter bio.

I had terrible insomnia and didn't sleep for days at a stretch.

I had several taking stages at the point also. I didn't earn a wage for a year but I was living.

I got a call to start a virtual law firm a week before my twenty-seventh.

At twenty-seven, I got drunk on my birthday. I lost my phone charger and after days of searching, I clocked I put it in the bin. Stay away from alcohol folks. 

We started the firm, we had weekly meetings, we were full of hope, and we pitched and reached out to several people. I quit alcohol in January 2020.

Went to Lagos in March, and my dad paid for my flight as I was broke AF. 

Started making some money from the firm and side business deals (nothing illegal), I was selling trucks of cement, etc.

Wrote three of the solicitor's exams, and failed the three.

Oops!!!

Started covering my hair, met someone, fell in love, and stayed in Lagos for about four months in total. 

Started talking to my ex, reminisced, then cursed and blocked him, good riddance.

Started Arabic class.

Moved back to Dublin, and got my job three weeks after. Started learning more about Islam, Tawheed, etc.

Found out what works for my skin; Hydration is key.

Twenty-eight is probably the most interesting year of my entire life, I'm in love with someone completely different, and we have opposite interests. Almost broke up with him cos of this but somehow we are even stronger.

I bought more gold and started spending more on high-end designer items.

I attended my third Brymo concert.

I bought more books, read more books, saving to visit Hajj next year, I've had more happy days than I've had sad days.

I enjoy my job. 

I'm more patient.

I don't take rubbish from anyone. 

I'm getting closer to Allah, and although sometimes I want to have wild days, my Iman is getting stronger, however, there is this single sin I can't seem to get rid of. 

I'm trying this up with a big smile on my face, knowing how far I've come in my life and that it's all impossible without my creator.

I have no idea if I'll see thirty, but I'm hopeful.

I know life is very unpredictable, and nothing goes according to plan. But it is what it is.

I don't know what the universe has in store for me but I'm beyond hopeful.

If I was asked how happy I am on a scale of 1-10.

I'll say a solid 6. 

For my birthday this year, got myself a coach bag, two pairs of Nike runners r, and a new piercing. Will get the piercings done next week. 

XXXX

Kayah