Here’s to the next chapter. 🥂 Dusting the cobwebs off this blog😂😂😂🙃🙃🙃🙃 For as long as I can remember, I knew I would write, but whenever I think about writing on this special day, my heart skips a beat. This past year, I circled the sun, With changes I had not foreseen. I faced the depths, the heights, the core— Tears flowed freely, joy took flight, Sorrow and laughter both took light. I leapt forward in the fog's embrace, With no clear map, I found my place. Though shadows lingered, steps unsure, I'm grateful now, I stand secure. I leaned on love, my anchor strong, My father's bond is where I belong. My family held me, firm and true, Their love, my guide, through skies so blue. Enimoney, my forever woman, beside me, stayed, Through darkest nights, we never swayed. In growth and love, we've far surpassed, A bond so deep, forever to last. And to my "forever wanna be Gen Z, " You led me and kept me on my beam. Best girls and mentors, near and true
Welcome to the new land of 'Kosowo', Welcome to the land where cash was King, When it comes with its entourage of bags and envelopes, It is respected and loved by many, Where its presence brought life and happiness, Where it smell stings faster to the blood and people ready to die to join the community of the land, In a land where cash was king, now its value has lost its ring. The economy's crumbling down, no more coins or bills to be found. Once upon a time, it was easy to pay, just pull out some cash and go on your way. But now the world has turned around, the mighty naira no longer holds its ground. People barter and trade for goods, the idea of cash seems now so crude, A world where wealth is not defined, by how much money you have at the bank, But by how much you have at hand, No more beggars on the street, for the things they need, they simply meet. The rich and poor are now the same, cash no longer be the source of fame. Welcome to the Land, where