LET'S GET FAMILIAR

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Younno lying on this bed with my earphones plugged in my ears(yeah, I'm a lover of music), memories of when I was depressed and went through mental distress keep coming up(tho I'm not done with depression, lol). And I feel like wow, so people went through the same stuff like mine, some are going through it and it's just occurring to some. Tbh mine wasn't based on relationship palava, it was my education and my parents. I know most of you know me already and we might have had an encounter but let me reintroduce myself because this blog will be about people(real-life stories and maybe relationships)and I'll like to go first.

My name is Khadeejah(i prefer this spelling) tho I grew up with "Khadijah". My grandfather's name, our supposed surname is Islahudeen but where my father got Olalekan from is what I don't know, and guess what, I love it. My father told me he was the one that gave me the name Eniife, I don't know what prompted that name but I bet it's the best of my names. So, I am Khadeejah Eniife Olalekan. Currently a chemistry student at the University of Lagos.

Growing up, I stayed with my parents(still with them)Khadeejah was a "bright future" girl(what I don't know is if the future is still bright, lol), and every mother wants her daughter to be like Khadeejah in academics, beauty, just mention it. Did exceptionally well in primary school. Then to Al-Hikmah where I had my junior school and in JSS2, I took my report home and what I brought home was Grade B, guess what? I was punished and flogged for having a seventy-something percent, there I knew my education life is in trouble. Having strict parents can be life-taking but trust me, I'm surviving.

Fast forward to SS2 where I was asked to repeat the class because I failed further mathematics(mind you, I'm a very slow learner, and I believe slow and steady wins the race). Repeat keh!!!Who does that?? Who'll take that one home? Well, I took it home and as usual, got flogged and didn't return to that school till I graduated. I wrote WAEC, NECO, and JAMB. Wrote each twice and what do you expect from my educated strict parents, mouth lashing, whipping(I'm very good at that), punishments, deprivation and so many more till I got admitted to the university. Yeah, I'm not saying my parents are bad, tbh I'm grateful for having them but don't you think their strictness was too much? That's a later talk, lol. One thing my mom is good at is a comparison which I would beg you not to do to anybody not even yourself because it kills. Comparison?? Don't do it!!!! What I faced at the University was another phase of life and I nearly ran mad. Another case for another day!

 One thing I learned from myself is that there's nothing so bad that can't become better, there's no wound that won't be healed. It just depends on how we take care of our hurts and pains. Yes!!!!! The scar might remain there to take us back to the lane. Some scars are sure meant to make us feel better and remind us that we're improving.

   Sending y'all lots of love❤️ See you soon. Till then, be good.