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About August 26th, 2015



I was supposed to post this on the 26th (last week Friday) but I couldn’t as a result of jhgjkrhlfjkhgjkfh so please bear with me. We did this last year and we’re doing it again today, click here to read about August 26, 2014. Join me as we walk down the road leading to August 26, 2015.
It's another 26th August, a day like no other. I can't write about the events that will take place today because I don't know them yet (I'm not a seer) so we'd hear about last year instead. Last year's birthday celebration had no physical celebration and I'd tell you why.

I was in the middle of a job application at the time with a telecommunication organisation which I currently work with. One day, I got an email saying I had successfully passed the fourth stage of the recruitment process hence I was moving to the fifth stage which was ‘medicals’. It just happened that the day for the medicals was the same day as my birthday and I was all jgfjhghfshd. I didn’t have a birthday plan but I was hopeful something would come up. 

Funniest part or let me say, annoying part was that we were told not to eat or drink anything from 6 or 7 pm of the previous day and you know what that means for a foodie like me. That definitely meant there would be no pre- birthday food, lol. Some days before that, my darling friend, Amaka, came to beat up my face ‘makeupically’ and we took some photos too.


One of the pre-birthday pictures
On the D-day, I was finally done with the medical tests in the afternoon around 3 pm and remember I had no other plans for that day, I just wanted to eat and sleep, I was so hungry I could eat a horse. Rewind *uses biro on tape*, while we were at the hospital, my very good friend, Damilola aka Westkhid who lived very close to the hospital brought me a gift. It was a shirt with the inscription “who badd?” which my brother stole faster than I expected. It was my first gift from a human being because a lot of people believed the medical tests I had to do meant I had automatically gotten the job so that was God’s birthday gift to me (not like I would have gotten it without Him anyway).
That's how Ope stole my shirt, I will revenge, I repeat, I will REVENGE

Fast forward to when I was I was done with medicals, I ‘branched’ a friend’s house that wasn’t far from the hospital I went. I ate rice and chicken there, with chilled malt. That was when I knew that food was and still is bae. I got prayed for by almost everyone and some people offered to take me out but I didn’t want to go anywhere, I just needed to rest because I felt drained.
In that same week, my sweetheart, Mosebolatan gave me two beautiful dresses as a gift, I can’t be more grateful for the kind of friends I have. 

One of the lovely dresses Bola gave me, I've not launched the other one. This is also my best 2015 picture, Amaka did the make up.

In all, I had a great emotional experience because though I didn’t have the physical strength to enjoy it, I still had a great emotional experience. Next year, if Jesus tarries, we will talk about today but it’s looking great already, I’m emotional now. 

Special appreciation goes to Amaka Obasi, Mosebolatan Salami, Wale Enemy, Damola Adeniyi, and Westkhid, You guys rock, God bless you exceedingly. Next year will be bigger and better. To everyone else I can’t mention on here because the list is long, God bless you richly, I love you so much *dries tears*

I love you for making it great for me, thank you very much. For those who wrote me many sweet words, I can still remember them (I even saved some) and I’m still emotional, I wanted to post one but I figured I wouldn’t be fair so if I could post one then I could post all but I can’t. Thank you Jesus for giving me the opportunity to be among the living not even minding my iniquities, I cannot be grateful enough, I love you.
 

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