Diarrryyyyy! You no see me, you no ask of me. No be so ooo. I'm fine sha. I'm tired of not being fine. In this Tinubu economy sef, if you're not fine, na sorry you go chop. Every man just dey fight for hin own life. The way the prices of commodities are skyrocketing is extremely unbelievable. Those who were standing on the mandate last year are no where to be found now. Even the cassava, garri, ewa, nobody see am chop.
How I've been coping in this economy as a student? I sincerely don't know. Wait fess, let me ask. Dem say pesin wey open mouth ask no fit miss road. Abeg, you get pesin wey dey japa wey fit use me as souvenir? Or hand bag? I no too get weight like that o. I no go stress them.
Exams are fast approaching and I'm like 'God, abegggg'. My project is looking at me from the North, presentations from the South, tests from the West, term papers from the East. But the Daughter of Zion lifts up her head to the hills from whence cometh her help. Nitori, I can't come and go and die. Seriously, it's just been a lot. As much as I can't wait to wrap things up with school in less than two months, I am still striving to strike that balance between academic work and my personal life. In situations like this, dear diary, what shall I then say? I'll be fine!
With just few paragraphs, I can tell that you're shocked to know that there's nothing more for me to tell you. What more can I say than it is well? All go better.
My diaryyyy, my solace, my gist partner! See you next week, my gee. We go dey alright.
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