First few days...

Hi guys….I remember when I started this blog some years ago I told you guys about my love for fashion, make-up etc. I think I can also remember telling y’all  that I’ll keep you updated on the stuff I get involved in. I’m so sorry I’ve not being doing that in recent times, I know it sounds like a lame excuse but I kinda had some sort of a writer’s block sort of experience. I entered the University this year and I focused all my attention on doing good in school so much so I forgot how important writing is to me. That aside, let me go straight to summarize what I’ve been up to. I got into the University Of Ibadan in the first month of this year, January 14, Lol I can remember the day very vividly. My mum and I got to UI gate on that day and I was excited, nervous, scared, confused all in one but mainly scared lol…I didn’t want to stay in the hostel, I was not scared of going to school but of what I was going to face in the University. I had heard so much about UI and all I could ask myself was ‘am I really prepared for this?’ hahahahhahaaha #QuestionOfLife

It happens that on that same day, by accident, I met my room mate Adeola Babalola aka D-babz I ended up calling her A-didi, I have a thing for nicknames lol… So I had issues getting cleared into my hall of residence but I eventually got my room number so I decided to go check it out. My mum and I, such a wonderful mama, she was with me in Ib for a week, going everywhere with me, trying to make sure I completed my clearance and she did all these by force! And I’m so glad she did.              

Mothers’ intuition is something I can’t explain. The last registration I would have ignored because of it’s “unimportance” was the Jaja registration.  Jaja is the local hospital in the University and she offers free services to the University Students. I was a faith extremist and felt there was absolutely no need for me to do the medical registration that guarantees me a free card and free treatment in the hospital because I was never gonna get sick in school lol…it turns out I did get sick, really sick and I was still having faith till I started hallucinating. The worst thing was that I was being foolish in my faith, I had been observing the symptoms for quite a while but ignored it till it hit me at Funmibi Alegbeleye’s wedding .  The wedding took place at the Chapel of  the Resurrection in my school so I attended with my friends and my new roommate Esther aka Grandma lol..the nickname thing again. I love that babe so much, you’ll find out why. So we went for the wedding and the malaria decided to strike I could barely walk but after a little drama, I was cabbed to my hostel. I climbed up to the topmost floor where my room is located and slept for a while. In the evening I felt better. The next day, I felt even better so I decided to act like superwoman lol…Esther had been taking care of me since the day before, forcing me to eat and all, I didn’t want her to have to fetch water for me so when she went down to fetch water, I followed but went through another stairway so she wouldn’t stop me. It turns out that I fetched the water and did some other stupid heroic acts for myself and others that malaria came back again in full force. Still, I was having faith that God was gonna heal me so I didn’t go to Jaja. What was even more stupid was that I had my first University exam on Tuesday and as at Monday morning I still didn’t want to go to the hospital. On Monday evening when the hallucinations were out of control, and with a stern instruction from my aunt, I went to Jaja and I was given some drugs for the malaria. LOL… I looked so lean after, Ay laughed at my sick pic but I know I still looked cute.
 
It turned out God didn’t heal me the miraculous way I expected but He did teach me some very important things,- As long as I’m His child and I love Him even if it’s very little, even though things don’t go the way I plan, they would always work out for my good and about how important it is for me to stop looking down on and condemning those who use medications. I had blisters on my lips but they went away and I became whole again. Everytime I took those medicines, I would say thank You Jesus because I know you are the One that’s going to make these drugs heal me. However the day I finished the medication, I said a loud PRAISE THE LORD!!! Or HALLELUYAH!!! Something along those lines lol….I still hate drugs though *winks