Dear Diary,
So, where do I begin? You know that feeling when you finally complete something major—like graduating from university—and you’re supposed to feel accomplished, like you’re ready to take on the world? But instead, you find yourself sitting there, thinking, ‘Wait, what just happened?’ That’s me right now. Fresh graduate from the University of Nsukka. It’s supposed to be a big deal, right? But honestly, life after school is already starting to feel a bit overwhelming.
So, why am I here, writing this diary? Well, sometimes you just need a place to talk. Not to friends—trust me, I’ve learned that lesson the hard way—but to something that listens without judgment. You think someone is your close friend for five years, only to realize they never really were. Life lesson. But I’ll get to that later.
Right now, I just need this space—a place to be me. For this, you can call me Nma. Whether that’s really my name or not, who knows? Maybe I’m hiding, maybe I just want a bit of privacy. What I do know is that in this Tinubu era, where everything feels like a struggle—fuel prices rising, jobs scarce, and survival itself feels like a full-time job—sometimes you have to be careful about what you share and with whom.
And being broke after school? Let me just say, nobody warned me that finishing university would be the beginning of the real hustle. Suddenly, no more allowances, no more ‘pocket money.’ It’s like life is waiting, just ready to slap reality into you. So, this diary? It’s my space to vent, to figure things out, without any pretense.
Now, you might wonder, ‘Why share if you want to stay private, Nma?’ Well, there’s something about sharing stories that makes life feel a little lighter. Maybe someone out there will read this and feel less alone, like they’re also just trying to figure things out—just like me. And let’s be honest, we Nigerians love a good story! So, consider this my story—my life, my lessons—but let’s keep a bit of mystery, shall we?
That’s the thing about staying anonymous—you can say what’s real, no forming, no packaging. Just the truth about life, love, dreams, disappointments, and everything in between. And believe me, I have plenty to share. Surviving as a young woman in Nigeria with big dreams and tough lessons? That’s a journey on its own.
So, call me Nma. Whether that’s my real name or not? Well, that’s a secret I’m keeping. Welcome to Nma’s Diary, where it’s all about life, lessons, and everything in between.”
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