Do That Thing. What's The Worst That Could Happen?

Someone will make a nasty comment? Then what? Nothing.

Hello and Apologies.

It’s been so long since I wrote here. And a few things have changed. So, that's what today’s letter will be all about. The changed things.

When I woke up this morning, I planned to send a short story out because I haven’t written one of those in a while, but somehow, this one took over completely.

However, the the next one I will be sending out will be a short story because I’ve missed writing, and I lowkey think I’m forgetting how to write.

Anyway, back to our topic. 

*clears throat*

At the risk of sounding like an old millennial, I've discovered that the key to enjoying your life is really - Getting Out Of Your Comfort Zone.

I’m not even joking. It may seem difficult at first but trust me, the quality of your life really improves when you start doing the things you thought you couldn’t do.

For me, it was when I started creating videos.

Now, this may seem ordinary to you, but to me, it’s wild because I really went from being a shy babe to actually pressing record and speaking into a camera? What? Kill me.

But you know what I’ve learnt on the journey?

Stepping out of your comfort zone won't kill you. Those things you think you can’t do are actually possible. And if you fail at first, what’s the worst that could happen? Someone will make a nasty comment? Then what? Nothing. And that’s the gag. NOTHING WILL HAPPEN. You won’t die. You may be sad for a bit but nothing happens after that.

I recently posted a video of my eid experience on Twitter and someone said they preferred when I used to write the stories. It hurt but in the same vein, I go out and hear people say they absolutely love what I am doing.

So imagine if I stopped because someone I didn’t know said they didn’t like it? What would then be the whole point of starting?

Too many people are afraid of being criticised and while I understand it too well because we live in an age and time where we’re overtly exposed to the opinions of people who don’t contribute a single thing to our lives, the point is they actually do not contribute.

So what’s the point?

You may know that I was anonymous for the longest time but after I stopped, people would tell me about how they really liked the fact that I was anonymous and that I shouldn’t have revealed my face.

1. Have you seen how stunning I am? How do you want me to hide this gorjos beauty forever?

Lmao. But back to what I was saying.

After listening to many people say this, I noticed that the common link was their fantasy. It wasn’t about me & my anonymity. It was all about feeding their fantasy, which was fine at a point, but wasn’t something I was interested in doing anymore.

After my last birthday, I think I became more aware of the passage of time. The fact that one day, I really won’t be alive anymore, so whatever it is that I want to try, I have to do it now.

I won’t be able to do everything I want to do before I die but I will make sure I do the most I can. 

And I’m going to need you to get onboard with living life on your own terms, stepping out of your comfort zone, unabashedly going for what you want and making the most out of your life.

You know why?

Because this life is yours to live. Nobody else's. You steer this ship.

Anyway, the point of this letter is to get you to start that thing you’ve always wanted to do. You’ve been sitting on it for far too long.

Okay. Aunty Hauwa has to go now because Crazy Hauwa just woke up.

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Aunty Hauwa: At this time, you are just waking up? Are you even serious with our life?

Crazy Hauwa: (itches hair and yawns) Landlord is chasing us out tomorrow (enters kitchen)

A.H: Wait what?

C.H: We used his lorry to go and pack cow from North and armed robbers collect it from my hand. (opens pot) You did not cook?!

A.H: Hauwa!

C.H: I hate it when I wake up and you no cook! What am I going to eat after yesterday now!? HA!

A.H: Let’s go and beg landlord.

C.H: We should go to hospital?

A.H: Hospital?

C.H: I sent boys to beat him because of how he was shouting at me. (opens another pot) HOW DON’T WE HAVE FOOD TO EAT?! IS IT UNTIL I DIE?!

A.H:

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