Today marks the second year since I started blogging on WordPress. Happy anniversary to me! 😊
I remember when I started blogging. I was all excited about finally being a ‘blogger'(you know that prestige that comes with being a blogger! When you tell people, they imagine you are like Linda Ikeji or something close to that). That was what I thought.
2015 was a good blogging year for me notwithstanding that I was very inconsistent with making posts.
2016 was better. I made friends with some other bloggers, wrote quite more than I did in the previous year and made impact (this is what I live for). I even got an award from my church’s youth arm for being a blogger… “Dynamic Icon of the year”.
2017 started on a good note. Until all the responsibilities creeped in, weighed me out. Until my phone got lost, and I seemed to lose my muse.
I’ve been battling with what to post on this platform. I don’t wanna write just for writing sake.
I wanted to do a review on Ugwu Arese’s The Smart money woman (You all should read that book). I probably will still do a review on it.
I wanted to write about the bike man who carried me and was lecturing me on the importance of having a traditional marriage. In his words, “tell your father that a bike man told you that traditional marriage is something you cannot skip as an Ibo girl”. Yes. He was an Ibo man.
I really don’t fancy the idea of having to go to the village all because of a traditional marriage. I mean, my father’s house is in Lagos. So why the stress? Apart from my grandmother and her other two children there, who else do I know there? It’s just ridiculous for someone to suggesy that it is impossible for me to have my traditional marriage in my father’s house. But I smiled anyways and concluded within myself that I’d rather not have a traditional wedding at all.
I guess in some way I’ve blogged about it after all.
I wanted to blog about something I just noticed. In selecting a table to sit at in a cafeteria where the spaces are almost occupied, people(myself being an example) usually select tables with either familiar faces or faces that appear friendly and appealing to them. I was in the cafeteria the other day and noticed how a girl who had just ordered her meal scanned through the faces of people before she picked her seat. Sadly, it was not beside me.
Anyways, now that I have gotten all these out on this post, I feel an anniversary tea party for myself and by myself is in order.
I am part of the organisers planning an event on tax awareness set to hold this Friday (two days from now). I am stressed out from planning. Maybe I’ll do a post on planning events and what it entails.
Cheers to a second year anniversary. I see progress occuring on and with this blog. May the third year be far better.