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  1,2,3,4,5....24. How time flies. Tic-Tok goes the clock. Never stopping, never waiting. Two decades and four years, that is how long I've been alive. I've lived 12 whole years...twice. Who was I at the age of twelve? Did I even know who Taiwo was then? I was in JS 3, a very awkward and reserved girl. I had a lot of joy and nothing much bothered me. I didn't have responsibilities to worry about. I only had to pass my exams and my mother would be impressed. I enjoyed the company of family.  How simple life was then, at twelve. Now I've lived twice that now and I've discovered now that there was more beyond life than secondary school. You know I used to be afraid of growing up.  One, because I didn't think I could survive as an adult because of my reserved nature. I felt like I was too timid to be shouldered with important responsibilities. But here I am now. Would you be proud, 12 yr old me? I think you would. I think Mummy would, I think Daddy would. And I hope

 Not many people know me, most times, people never truly do. At this moment in time, a lot of things exist happening simultaneously around the world. Some good some bad. These things eventually come to you in the form of people and events, you 'taste' the world. You witness its beauty and ugliness. Each new experience forms your person. You learn you unlearn, you relearn. I'm going to be 24 years in two days. This feels like such a huge number. Do I feel my age? Nope.  Since my mum passed 8 years ago, I had felt stuck in time. Never really growing up mentally because there were no longer parental markers to highlight my growth. You were on your own.  I noticed I still craved things, juvenile things as I aged, and I wanted them with the fervency I would have had, when I was younger. I talked to my brother about this and he was able to help me get out of that state. Now I'm not afraid to grow up. It's a blessing to be able to grow up. God made you, He knew what would

  So, it's Monday. I never did have anything against Mondays because 'man gats to work'. As I'm still a student and also an entrepreneur, those words have never been truer. I wanted to write yesterday but ended up writing a very short response to a prompt instead. Don't worry, I'll upload it later😉. The genre is 'horror' though, thought to tell you in advance. I dreamt some months back, I have the gift of dreams, one of the many gifts given to me by the Holy Spirit. The dream was very deep. 'Evil' as they like to do, prevented the dreamer's every step to vanquish them, but at the end of the day, the Lord became my escape and I heard a song; "The Earth Will be Beautiful." It went from me fearing the oppressive presence in the dream to being happy, prophesying what will come to be. This word is to encourage you that no matter how much you see evil spreading understand that one day they will be no more and that day is muc