In my autobiography, I will write that I began to live at 25 in the year 2025.

This is a post about serendipity; a series of beautiful happenstance.

I didn't use to like animals because I was scared of them. I didn't think I would ever move to Lagos because on the news, Lagos is portrayed as a jungle where only barbaric humans can survive. But here we are. I love this stray cat. I'm enjoying life in Lagos. Lagos is good to me.

I moved out of my parents’ house at 22 in September 2022. I moved out because I needed to be my own person. It was scary but I knew I had to do it.

In the years that followed (2023-2025), I learnt a myriad of lessons. I didn't make much progress career-wise, but I made tremendous progress in knowing myself. It was in these years of solitude, meditation and hardship (I was broke because I was unemployed) that my true self was born.

The thought of moving to Lagos came to me on a sunny day in September of 2024. I held the thought for a while and let it go. Then the thought reappeared in my head, this time it kept staring at me, wide-eyed showing me all the possibilities. I couldn't say no to it but I also didn't know how to say yes to it. I didn't have the wherewithal. The thought didn't mind though. It stayed as if knowing it would cross over to my reality.

The first cog to move was my friend from secondary school, who lives in Lagos, urging me to move over so I can be with her.

The next cog was Farcaster and the wonderful community I have come to love. I was able to save the weekly rewards to finance the move and my accommodation.

Then came the cog of reading The Artist's Way by Julia Cameron. Looking back, reading this book and doing the exercises was a way of polishing or furnishing my true self like you would a newly built house.

The cog that followed was a screenwriting course in a reputable academy. I eventually turned it down because of the cost of commuting though.

Then the wheel began to go faster. I moved back to my parents’ house because the place I was staying in got flooded in the middle of the night. I gave away some of my old property. I booked the bus ticket to Lagos. And soon, my bags were packed and I was ready to move.

I am lying on my bed in the room I share with that same friend from secondary school while typing this post because my laptop is with my boyfriend, as he just fixed the faulty storage drive.

I am about to step out to the kitchen and I will see the stray cat that lives in my compound. It loves me because I feed it. I am emotionally attached to it as well.

Life is going well. I am still hesitant about embracing my true identity of creative writing but I know my feet will grow strong in this path and I will bloom.

I look forward to the opportunities that will take me far in life. I look forward to the friends I will make. I look forward to the life I will have here. I'm excited.