the one about pink and oblee

*twerks to Christmas music*

Will I post today?

Yes?

No?

(Obviously if you’re seeing this I posted something. Out of vibes, hehe)

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Of recent, I have gotten very pink oriented (this would send thirteen year old me into an aneurysm). I don’t know when it started, I just remember when I took notice of the fact I was getting very surrounded by pink.

Five years ago, if had you asked me what my favourite colour was, I would have told you purple, because it was the mixture of my two favourite colours as a child; red and blue. It wasn’t until a friend came to see me in my dorm for the first time, looked at my living area and asked me, “Your favourite colour is pink, isn’t it?”, that I doubted that answer.

My first reaction to the question was no, it’s not. But its really hard to argue that you don’t like a colour when the evidence is staring at you in the face. After she left, I had to sit down to actually revaluate.

In my head, pink has been linked with girliness and femininity, two things young, edgy me refused to be associated with. I mean every girl’s favourite colour was pink. I didn’t want to be like them. I wanted to be different. I wasn’t like other girls (babe, fortunately you are, and its not a bad thing)

Having lived with these ideologies, that question my friend asked made me actually question myself. You know when they say, the only thing constant in life is change? Well, I understood the meaning that day as I consciously noted my gradual shift into femininity and how different my mindset was, compared to five years ago.

I was doing things I swore I would never do, wearing clothes I swore I would never wear. It was like I was a different person and I loved who I was. And it really put into perspective for me how much I had grown.

So I looked at my pink boxes, pink blanket, pink bedsheet, pink tabcase and smiled, accepting this new reality. I did love pink and it was now my favourite colour. And as you can see it’s the theme of this entire publication page.

(If you read the one where I get a little too real, this is a rewrite of one of those raw(personal) drafts, in a way I’m comfortable with and conveys the message I wanted to pass across about me finally embracing femininity. The second one is still pending)

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In oblee related news (I know y’all think I psyched you out. have more faith, let me cook), everyone and their moms are in Lagos.

I just be scrolling through TikTok and a new person is in airport coming to Lagos for Detty December. Like please, ni tori Olorun, Lagos is full (as evidenced by traffic on island, where everyone seems to gravitate to. Thank God I don’t work there)

But in the same vein, while living vicariously through these people (and having a little fomo), I’m shocked at all the things that we actually have in this Lagos. Like you mean to tell me in this same state, there’s a restaurant that serves Indonesian?

*chants* I MUST MAKE IT IN THIS LIFE

Well until then, I will attend my Christmas carols, sing to my heart’s content and enjoy the holidays with my friends and family.

And if you’re the type that something pinches you in your chest when you see these videos (my chest pinches small sha), remember:

1. Most if not all of these people are twenty-six and above

2. Your time will come and you’ll even spend it outside the country (better claim it now)

3. You should have robbed that bank when I advised you to.

But in all honesty, if seeing those make you upset, detach, don’t go on social media and if you have to be online by force, make good use of your not interested button or skip the video. There is so much content in the world for you to concentrate on one that is hurting you.

Now how is oblee related to pink? I made my hair yesterday and guess what colour it is?

Exactly. PINK (not bright pink abeg, babypink and mixed with blonde)

Happy Sunday everyone. Enjoy your (holi)day and spend it appreciating what you have as you wash plates.

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The fact I just opened an empty document and words just flowed out of me is a phenomenon that will never seize to amaze me.

Ps. I had a planned post for tomorrow but I had these thoughts yesterday and decided to write about it. I will still be posting tomorrow, this is the appetizer