2023........

Well, well, well. What can I say?? 2022 was good to me, it had it's ups and more than sufficient downs but I am more than thankful. I achieved the most important things I needed to achieve in 2022. The year ended on a "limping note" for me (you'll soon understand what I mean)...............

Now it's 2023, I had dreamt of stepping into 2023 with some shakara but instead I leapt into 2023 with a leg that I was afraid might have fractured but thanks to God it's just a very bad bruise and injury to my nerves. I remember almost dying 1st of January 2021, I was in pain from 12 am to 12pm that day and I almost thought I would go but I didn't. This was because of a stupid mistake I made by 11:55 pm, 31st December 2020 (some minutes before the New year).
Let's rewind to why I leapt into 2023. It was 31st December 2022 and I had been inside all day, so I decided to play dress up, I wore something really nice, repacked my hair, did slight make up and decided to step out of my room. Everyone thought I had gone somewhere or was about to because of how amazing I looked 🤭. Ok enough with praising myself. After such preparation I decided to join my male cousins to play football, I had been warned by my female cousin not to but trust my stubborn instincts, I decided to play even though I was dressed like the "princess of Africa". I wanted to show "women could also play football", I was having a good time until I unfortunately kicked a large stone and in no time my dream over attending Cross over and stepping into 2023 was cut short😔😔. I was in so much pain and I started having a minor fever, I felt worse New year's morning as I couldn't even walk then my uncle did charity work by massaging the life out of my leg. I cried the way I had never cried before, catarrh was everywhere, a lot of shouting and screaming but after that I got relieved a little bit. I suffered a leg injury, ok, but nothing could stop my New year's shine, so I got dressed again and got everyone questioning whether or not I was going out🤭🤭. It just made me realize that I am ready for this brand new year and no matter the trials I face there would still be reasons to be happy and abundant light at the end of the tunnel. I am ready because everything is possible with God. Happy New year and have a goal fulfilled year ahead😘😘😘😘😘. 
 2023, let's see what you have in store for me.....


Comments

  1. AnonymousJanuary 4, 2023 at 5:51 AM

    You are so brave and strong.(even while crying..lmao) And you are a person to look up to cuz of your undying strength

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  2. AnonymousJanuary 5, 2023 at 7:24 AM

    I love this. Here's to an amazing year 🥂

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