Billing Wants To Kill Me! 😩

I'm so tired!

I wrote this newsletter last year but I never sent it, so read it like you’re in 2022. Thank you. 🙏🏾

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I started writing this at 06:41pm and I can bet that before I finish writing this, one form of billing would have entered. I can’t do it anymore. I don’t want to be an adult anymore. Take me back to the womb

Yesterday night, my father called me to ask me if I wasn't interested in getting married. For a second there, I was speechless because this is not a thing we talk about. However, with my junior brother’s wedding looming, he probably thought he should check in with me. LOL.

And God knows I wasn’t interested in that kind of talk but you can’t tell your Nigerian father to shut up so I closed my mouth. I was hit with all the questions asking when I was going to bring a man home and I stayed on the other end of the line wondering if this man knew how much wedding cost (Well he probably knows because my brother is getting married) but what makes him think I can get married? How much is in my account? How am I going to afford children?? Nursery school fees? LMAO? Does he have a billionaire he wants to introduce me to, by any chance?

At the end of the conversation, he asked how I was faring financially and I said I was not fine. He said God will fix it for me, and ended the call. LMAOOOO WHUT?

After our conversation, I had to get to my tailor’s place to make my fabric for my brother’s wedding. When she told me how much it would cost, I burst into tears. I’m not joking. I literally started crying. When I am not the bride? Her interns were laughing at me but I didn’t care. I bawled and then someone took pity on me and bought me amala. That’s the plate.

My tears were not just because of the cloth. First, I had been billed so many times that day. I had to buy eye glasses that cost me a fortune. Why am I even choosing to see if shege is all life wants to show me?

I had to pay for my other brother’s outfit. I had to pay my trash bill (why can’t I just fling it inside canal?)

I had opened my bank app about 5 times that day. And you’re telling me I have to open it again? I burst into tears. I BAWLED.

Eventually, my tailor turned on the AC and I slept. I woke up and did the transfer and I left. When I got home, my uber billed me again. EL OH EL.

I got home and went straight to bed.

The next morning, I entered my kitchen and there was no food there. Guess who has to buy it. Hauwa. I’ve not bought it yet because elemi lo ma last. It’s me vs me.

Lol. I’m kidding. I no dey use my belle play.

But for real, I could write on forever about how much I am struggling with billing but I know I am not alone and it makes me happy because you sef dey collect Gbas Gbos.

I am about to end this letter and you might say But Hauwa you said you were going to be billed. Guess what, my electricity has finished, see red light? And I have to pay for it because I don’t have sugar daddy. *bursts into premium tears*

Anywhere you see me, just hug me. I’m going through a lot.

Oluwa Nzaza.