23

“Pink blazer, and a flower print skirt. That’s what I’m going to wear tomorrow”, I thought to myself. I was so excited. You know how sometimes you’re so excited you can’t eat or sleep and you really don’t even want to? That’s exactly how I felt. I had ransacked my wardrobe for the perfect outfit and was prepared to wake up extra early to draw on my eyebrows. I mean if I don’t wear red lipstick on my birthday when else will I wear it?

 

When we were younger, my baby sister used to always make us call her ‘BG’ on her birthday, and yes ‘BG’ stands for ‘Birthday Girl’. It was cute, and she was like 7 years old. Don’t judge. Anyway, that’s what we call each other on our birthdays now. I’m sure by now you can tell that birthdays are a big deal to me.

I tried to get some sleep, seeing as I had to go to work the next day, but the sleep refused to come. So I decided to do what any rational girl would do when they can’t sleep. I put on a full face of make up. No I’m not kidding, I have the pictures to prove it. I had just bought a new beauty blender and some setting powder so I proceeded to give them full face beat featuring winged liner and highlight. That and the ensuing photo- shoot made me well and truly tired, and I was finally able to get some sleep.

I woke up the next day, bright and early. It was finally my birthday! I had already gotten calls and messages from my family and friends so I was on a high. I got dressed and got into work, taking my good mood with me. Note that I was serving in this company that I didn’t really like, with a boss that made a 6 foot cobra seem like a cuddly teddy bear but I decided that working there was a learning experience for me and I was determined to finish the service year without losing my mind. I had been there for about 3 months.

By the way, have you ever seen a video of a frog eating a fly? The fly is on its own, doing its fly thing and a long pink tongue comes out of nowhere and just swallows it. It’s terrible. Anyway I’m doing my work, minding my business and my boss comes into the office. She’s in a bad mood, but what’s new? She asks me to do something, and out of nowhere- I kid you not, she begins to scream at me. She basically called me a prostitute and said I was trying to blackmail her because I could type. I, the butterfly in a flower print skirt had all of a sudden become a fly trapped in the cold wet confines of the frog’s mouth.

 

I felt terrible, and yes I cried. Not because of the things she said, but because she burst my happy bubble. It was my birthday. I deserved at least one day a year to be completely happy and she had taken it away from me.

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That was last year.

I turned 23 yesterday. I wore a bright pink skirt.

More importantly, I have something stronger now. It’s called Joy. It’s everlasting and comes from God.

Nothing can burst my ‘joy bubble’. Not the ugliest of frogs or the harshest of words.

Yours,

BG ❤️

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2 comments

  1. BlackAndProuder · March 23

    happy birthday dear. I found your blog about 3 weeks ago and i come everyday hoping. stay blessed BG

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    • Tolu · March 23

      Thank you so so so much. Still figuring out how to balance the blog and the other parts of my life but i’m getting there. Please keep coming back. I promise to post more. ❤️

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