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Happy New Week, Sweeties! By this time last month, I was celebrating my 30th birthday milestone with close friends and family. Apparently, I am thirty years, one month and one day old today. Lol.

In case you missed it: shortly before I got to 30, I devoted time and effort to sharing lessons from my 20s. Here is a recap.

Excerpts from TWENTY PIECES

Lesson 1: How To Navigate An Extra Year In The University READ HERE


Lesson 2: Will You Regret The Things You  Do? READ HERE


Lesson 3: My First Clubbing Experience READ HERE

Diary: My Friend, Caleb Wrote This "Birthday Poem" For Me

Caleb, my good friend sent me this on my birthday. I had planned to share it on the blog but got carried away with life's activities.

From Caleb Ukaonu

The shout of good morning always coming out of Ij airport

Noise maker par excellence
The beauty and brain of Ajaegbu
A friend so tender and caring
My days in UNEC was wonderful cos of you
Such a sweetheart that my heart is already sweet
Amaka....the babe with so much talent and passion for good things

Dear Diary, This Is To One Million Souls

Like I told you yesterday; I also write this piece with swollen eyes and dried tears. The tears have stopped flowing but the traces are visible. What I'm about to share with you today radiates from a heart flooding with peace and joy.

I Will Wait For It

It's 4 am. I woke up crying. The fear is creeping back in. The memories all come flooding in so quickly. My pillow is soaked. I can't even stop the flood of tears from streaming down my cheeks.

It's all happening at once. So many emotions. So many thoughts. Feelings of anxiety. Feelings of victory. Feelings of the unknown and feelings of the known. Which is scarier? The unknown? Or the known? Knowing what once was. Knowing the fear, the loss, the pain. Knowing that the result was close by. Seeing the hope painfully built slipping away. Feeling so certain yet doubting the possibility.

When The Heartbreaker Doesn't Deserve Your Apology

Happy New Week Sweethearts! I write this post with swollen eyes and dried tears. The tears have stopped flowing but the traces are visible. What I'm about to share with you today radiates from a heart flooding with peace.

Blessed Are The Peacemakers

Heartbreak blows you open. That's certainly not the most wonderful opening sentence, but tell me that's not wisdom. Don't leave me!

Oh. You didn't catch my drift? Sorry. Maybe that's why I drifted from the relationships I threw myself into, because the guys couldn't catch me. Wisdom. Don't leave me!

Oops. I'm not playing with you like they do in Italy. Give me another chance. Please. You can see I am not writing don't leave me in italics like I did in the previous paragraphs.