Day 8.

“...did we switch continents?...”

Day 8. At this point, I feel I can’t go on like this; writing, not having enough time to edit and posting daily is very tasking. Before I took up this challenge, I already had doubts. I strongly believed I wouldn’t make it to day 5. Ha! yes bitch, eight days already. Talk to me nice.

Today, will have to be about how frustrating my day was. Plans and execution of said plans, is like a double edged sword, where the outcome can either be favourable or not. Same thing that happened to me. I made plans, not just any, I mean it was a foolproof one. Wake up, carry out my normal morning routine, have breakfast, vibe all day (basically do nothing). The goal was to sit back and be taken care of.

If you follow this closely, you’d see that there wasn’t any plan to say hi to this cold weather, but what do you think happened? I had to go out, all thanks to earns. It’s really difficult and annoying being around parents. They’re literally the OG’s of ruining plans. I call my mum “the OG gangster”. If you know, you know.

“Edima take this to grandma...” was all I heard (no cute pet name needed). Okay, no issue, I’ll just step and probably spend 30 minutes with her. Sorry to burst your bubbles guys, that can never be possible. How on earth do you expect to visit your grandmother and spend only 30 minutes? Did we switch continents? Aren’t we Africans or better still Nigerians? 

Long story short, I got home around 6pm. All my hopes shattered. There you have it, day 8 is all about my ruined plans. 

Day 8. 11:40pm.