It’s a rainy day as usual, and just like every other day, I’m stuck in a duvet, summoning the little strength I have to stand up and get food. But the kitchen looks far away, so I stay in bed and listen to the cries of my tummy and the silent pinching from it (that’s ulcer by the way), telling me it needs food.
I stare at my MacBook on the table. “I need to write,” I tell myself. I haven’t written in so long, and I know I’m not suffering from the usual writer’s block, but I can’t bring myself to write. I can’t bring myself to do anything related to creating content, either written or virtual.
It has been three weeks since my phone screen took a leap of faith and decided to end its life without my permission. Now I’m staring at it in anger and trying to look through my PiggyVest to see if I can squeeze out money from my savings to get a new phone. But then I check the prices of UK-used phones and close my PiggyVest app. We can manage the broken screen, hehehe. It’s a bit annoying, you know? I had the money for a new phone last year and the year before, but instead of buying it, I kept telling myself, “There’s no need; my iPhone SE still works perfectly, so what do I need a new phone for?” But life had different plans for me, and the dollar rates said, “Surprise, surprise.”
That aside, I haven’t been here in two months (a bit pathetic), but I’ve somewhat been living (not literally) in the real world. I didn’t take an intentional break; I just got lazy and tired. With my phone trying to crash on me, none of my plans coming together, and everything in Nigeria getting way too expensive, I sincerely just got tired. Life became unnecessarily tough for me, and I know everyone is feeling it as well.
Things you could afford last year or early this year, you can’t afford anymore. They call it the recession. I call it the end of the world because it does feel like it. Everything annoys me, way more than necessary. My laundry doesn’t get dry anymore because of the constant rainfall, even though I set it to wash and dry in the machine. Fan-ice vanilla ice cream went from 2k to 5k. The rain won’t stop falling. My nose won’t stop getting blocked. I only eat once a day, which by logic, should make my weight decrease a bit, but nah, my belly keeps getting bigger. I hate bread, but I can’t stop eating it. My phone screen keeps messing with me. There’s fuel scarcity and an increase in transport fares. Cooked corn is now 200 naira for one.
It’s a lot, you know.
I’m currently in a wet sweater to protect myself from the cold, but it has a distinct smell, like it never got dry, which is crazy because I washed it three days ago. It also feels a bit wet, but I’m not taking it off because I love how it feels on my skin. I know my nose is getting blocked soon.
The past two months went by really fast, which is a bit scary. I didn’t do much; I stayed indoors most days, watched a lot of dramas, listened to a lot of new albums, and attended classes on Udemy. We’re still working on our house, so I’ve been spending time there both physically and remotely. So yeah, nothing major has happened to me in the past few weeks, except that I hate everyone more now than I did before.
I’ll end this here. I need to re-wash this sweater; I can’t stand the smell anymore.
But before I go, my favorite albums released in the past few weeks are:
Arya Starr - The Year I Turned 21. I’m obsessed with this beauty; I try to listen to it every time I can.
RM - Right Place, Wrong Person. This album is art! Not something I can explain in words; you’ll have to listen to it yourself to understand. The most beautiful album ever made.
And for dramas, I watched a lot of Netflix series like Supacell, The Brothers Sun, and started Vikings Valhalla but dropped it after the first season (it didn’t deserve my full attention). And like always, I’ve been hooked on my C-dramas and K-dramas lately.
See ya later.
Joy.
My nose got blocked immediately after I was done writing this.
🤍🫂