Life Lately

a little update

Let me tell y’all what has been going on with me.

I know I disappeared for two weeks—I'm sorry. A lot has been happening at the same time, but trust me when I say I’m committed to making this work.

Welcome to July (yes, I know it’s already 7 days in). It’s my birth month, so you can already tell it’s my favourite time of the year. But this July feels different: it’s not just about my birthday, it’s also the month I get called to the largest Bar in Africa! (Yes, I wrote that screaming.) July will always be special.

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Call to Bar prep is no joke. There’s a lot of time and money that goes into it. I procrastinated a bit and ended up getting stressed trying to pull everything together last-minute. I was literally waking up with a headache every single day. 10/10 do not recommend late preparations.

Now, let me tell you how my shoot went

My photoshoot was chaotic. I decided to do my birthday and Call to Bar shoot on the same day. I booked a makeup studio that also had a mini setup for photos, so the plan was: do my makeup, take my birthday pictures there, then head to the main studio for the Call to Bar shoot.

Makeup was done an hour before my studio appointment, and I was ready to take my birthday pictures only to realize my dress was missing. Turns out my sister forgot to pack it.

I started crying. Now that I think of it, maybe it was the money I spent on makeup that made me cry like that. But don’t blame me. The economy is hard, and I was trying to kill two birds with one stone but I almost didn’t kill any.

By the time the birthday dress arrived, I was already 30 minutes late for my Call to Bar shoot. I rushed out because the photographer had another client and said he’d leave soon.

When I got there, we had only 15 minutes to shoot. We did what we could. Won’t lie, the pictures turned out good.

And here’s the twist: I was done with my shoot but my family people were still on their way to the studio. We ended up having the family shoot at another studio entirely but with the same photographer. I can’t lie, the photographer was gracious. He went out of his way to help, and I’m genuinely grateful. But I forgot to do most of the things I planned to and that kind of made me sad. I hate being disorganized.

Still, I was embarrassed. I pride myself on being organized and all, but sometimes, no matter how carefully you plan, things still fall apart.

Now, it’s Call to Bar week. I’m clinging to every bit of joy I can find. I worked so hard for this. So so so so hard! I deserve to be happy. I am happy.

I might be relocating to another city after the Call to Bar ceremony. I’ve always wanted to move there, and now I finally have a reason to. But suddenly, I’m not so sure. I don’t think I want to be far from my family anymore. Maybe I’m not ready yet. I’ll talk more about that in another newsletter. Be there!

Remember the church drama from my last post? The pastor of the Church called me and apologized. I have resumed Sunday worship at the church since then even though I swore never to go there.

Right now, I am okay. I am content. I am excited. I get to see my friends again. I can’t complain.

I have missed writing to you. What have you been up to?