Diary of a Philophobe (Foreword)

A little note

Where do I begin my story?

Shall I perhaps begin at the current standstill that I am in right now or shall I begin at the very start of my life? That early Tuesday morning of August 1993 or shall I begin at the beginning that I know?

That time I came into myself, that time I knew my name was Asake, the Asake filled with never-ending wonder for the world around her. The wide-eyed Asakethat saw the beauty in everything and everyone around her. That Alake believed there was good in each and everyone she met.

Yes, I think I shall begin there. I shall begin at that time I had just begun to know who I was or that time I thought I knew who I was. I say this because the twenty-six-year-old sitting and writing this story has no idea who she is, where she is, or where she’s going.

Whichever way it is, I write this in search of my way, in search of who I am, and in search of who I’m going to be.

You’ll stay with me till the end, won’t you?

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Ah, here I am again at age 27 going on 28. You see I abandoned this story of my little adventures in life because…

Honestly, I don’t have a valid reason as to why I dropped this story, but now that I’m at another standstill in life just watching it pass me by me, I have decided to pick this story back up. Perhaps, just perhaps, I would actually accomplish writing out my adventures for the world to read.

Please do stay with me this time.