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New year.

Another birthday has passed and for the first time in a long time, I actually had the day off without it being a weekend.

All in all, it was a good week. My parents and my rambunctious nephews came to visit me. They left yesterday. While they were here, I felt I was yelling every second: "Keep quiet. Sit down. Stop. Leave me. Don't touch that!" But last night when I came home after work, the silence in my apartment was deafening. I have always heard that phrase but never really understood it. Yesterday, I did. Deafening silence. The quiet was so loud, my ears were ringing.

Sigh. I digress.

I treat each birthday as my new year, complete with goals and resolutions. For the past few years, my resolutions have remained the same: look better, treat myself better, improve my intellect by studying more. Each year, I fall woefully short.

This year the resolutions remain the same. Look better, treat myself better, improve my intellect. However, this time, I will make it public in the hopes that I will be more accountable to myself, especially since I've already been slacking big time for the past week.

So if anyone who knows me, sees me slacking on my resolutions, pull me up short please and remind me.

Meanwhile, I'm really loving A History of Nigeria by Toyin Falola.






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