It’s not always about the orgasm

“We venerate beautiful things, but do we really ever come to love them?” — me

*Imagine this was a speech I am giving at a dinner or something.*

2016 started on a seeming positive note. That should have put me on edge because it all went to shit after.

Nothing was wrong technically, my mind imploded. Depression hit me quite strongly than I was used to, I went down a very long dark twisted and lifeless path.

As if it wasn’t hard enough waking up in the morning, I started school again. The strain was intense, I had to keep reminding myself exactly why I was trying to get a postgraduate degree.

Recession assaulted Nigeria. Religion driven terrorism seemed not to let up. Kids dying everywhere. Nigeria. Nigeria. Nigeria. I was waking up every morning feeling constantly overwhelmed. Everything got super expensive. HL had to keep running, AZ was almost always on the phone, CC also had demands, work! work!! work!!!, bills must be paid, you have to be a responsible part of the society.

Do you believe in magic? Ghost or fairies? Jinns or Sprites? Well, I encountered a metaphorical genie and it gave me three wishes everyday with an annoying after scent.

Pretty stable now, I think. I want to erase 2016 from my mind but it won’t let me, the year seems on repeat with all my mistakes and miscalculations staring me in the face. I guess in a way, I am my own arch-enemy with the cape and evil laughter.

All the madness considered, 2016 wasn’t a total wuz of a year. It had a few moments of bliss, ones I can’t fully remember because I tuned out at one point and just kept up with the year in autopilot.

At one point, I started asking myself if I wasn’t doing this adulting thing wrong? I am not so sure, not so sure. 🤔

So, here’s to 2016. Horny, depressive and animalistic you were and whatever you are, it was a loony illuminating experience learning with you.

A toast to the ones who’ve been supportive in ways they can be, to those we discuss dreams and aspirations, to those who share our dreams, to those we share their dreams, to those we care about and those we don’t, to the one in my matrix.

2017, I am quite sore, it’s been a long year with you-know-who, so….. are we fighting or having an affair?