I’ve been trying to write a blogpost for about two to three weeks now.

I start writing, then I say “this isn’t working” and abandon the post. I couldn’t tell why they weren’t working. I just knew they weren’t what I wanted so I blamed it on laziness.

However, a couple of days ago, I discovered that my diagnosis was wrong. I wasn’t lazy, I was just being reticent. I didn’t want to share much and I most definitely didn’t want to share any of the personal things that were brewing in my head.

But like I always say, I don’t know how to hide when I write. When I write, every smothered feeling and every faint thought gains strength and run free. Weird thing is, I’m usually unaware of these things until I write them.

I was at an hangout yesterday and we were asked to say one quirky thing about ourselves. I remember thinking “what’s not quirky about me?”

I name the things I own.

I’m not an introvert or an extrovert or an ambivert.

Writing is how I think.

I press my thumb to each of my fingers when I’m anxious, uncomfortable or trying to concentrate.

I appreciate spoilers. Knowing what happened in a book or a movie makes me more interested in them.

I’m basically the quirk in quirky.

I’ve been called weird, strange and odd both in good and bad ways. My inability to really fit into anywhere is dominant enough for me to say—like Apostle Paul—I am a mystery to myself.

You know I believe that we’re all the same and not so different at all.

I also believe that we’re very different and not the same at all.

I started this blog; to get to know myself better by allowing the Holy Spirit introduce me to me while I write.

Making a blog of this is the Holy Spirit’s idea not mine. I’m not naturally inclined to share information about myself. This is how it is: when something happens to me, the first thing that comes to my head isn’t to tell anyone.

The second thing that comes to my head isn’t to tell anyone.

The third thing that comes to my head isn’t to tell anyone.

The fourth thing that comes to my head isn’t to tell anyone.

The fifth thing that comes to my head isn’t to tell anyone.

I think you get the gist now. It never really occurs to me to tell anyone. Now, I have to be intentional about carrying my friends along because they think I’m intentionally hoarding stuff about myself from them.

Thank God for this blog too. I’d probably be sending them the links. It’s going to be something like:

Catch up with me here *inserts link*

See what I’ve been up to here *inserts link*

So, when someone asks me how I am, I just send them a link. Great. This should be fun.

Anywhoosh—whoosh is officially my favorite word especially when I’m typing. I don’t know how or when it happened but I love it—here’s to the re-opening of this wholesome blog and here’s to its new name: deMystify. I love the sound of it. Whoooshhhhhhhh.

I know. I changed the name again. Sorryyyyy, I just can’t help myself *inserts cute laughter*.

Before I leave, let me give a quick summary of what I’ve been up to since march:

•I got another phone in April. Her name is Charis.

•I traveled to Iseyin as a FAME volunteer. It was my first time in Iseyin too.

•I traveled to Ijebu for a meeting. It was my first time in Ijebu too.

•I went to the mountain for the first time. The mountain is at Osun state. I loved the air and the scenery.

•I stopped dreading and started enjoying living alone in a 3 bedroom apartment.

•I lost a lot of weight—not good by the way.

•The watercolor project took off.

•I used a pop-up toaster for the first time—I love eeett especially when it goes, pop!

•I watched Merlin again.

•I started watching Jumong again. I’d definitely gist you about this later.

•I got another laptop. Her name is Thavma.

•My chelsea boots got bad. *I’m sad*

•I bought a new sunglasses.

•I bought a new sunscreen.

•I traveled to Oyo town as a FAME volunteer.

•I attended FAME family meeting for the first time. I enjoyed every bit of it.

I think that’s about it. I’d add anything I remember again. In the meantime, stay jiggy and enjoy God.