IT ALL HAPPENED...

(an unsolicited documentary of the highs, lows, and in-between of January and February 2025, and because my life isn’t a yardstick for living.)

JANUARY
Hosted the third edition of Adebisi Amori Literary Contest || Resigned from the University of Ibadan Students' Union Students Representatives Council || Ran and won my election, and became the 63rd president of my faculty || Saw my friends lose their elections after putting so much effort and being more than qualified || Lost faith || struggled with cough || Had an epiphany of what the Nigerian identity could be || Got appointed as the drama coordinator of my fellowship, and for the second time || Spoke with Father || picked up my pen to write again || Ijeoma convocated from UNILAG || bought a ticket for a program in March.

FEBRUARY
Laughed, as well as smiled, alot - but from conceited brokenness || made applications (I don't know whether or not they'd make it) || lost faith some more || saw my friends win their elections || called and caught up with old friends || handed over as president of my department literary and debating society || wrote much more || felt alone and lonely || Got tired || worried much about the future, and school and career || got excited for the month of March and looked forward to it || held on to every strand of hope that made life living || OA would write his last and final paper in this school | wondered what life would be like not having him here next session || considered friendships (if they were worth making and if some were worth still keeping) || Got tired || Kingsley will convoke from the university also || fell broke || got fed by friends || fed friends also || touched up on my giving || caught myself on some days sliding into the arches of darkness again || started exams || tried (and still trying) || a post I made on X would reach 1k+ views || ran on less than 3% social battery through the month (up until now) || love and be loved (celebrated valentine with the one I love) || made a literary submission (after only God can say how long) || spent time with those I consider friends || looked forward to going home for the first time in a long while || my faculty won JAW WAR (after 10 years) || Got a call from Oluwakemi || Zee would become the president of the faculty literary and debating society (really proud of her) || spent time with the girlfriend || skinned my hair 👩🏽‍🦲 || won three awards in the space of three weeks || many more in-between || overall, got tired of trying.

And that’s the truth. Right here, right now, at this table, and at this moment, I’m tired (and it’s of trying as well). I’m not sure if I’m excited for the month of March the way I’d been sometime in February. I’m not sure. I don’t know.

But, I think I read somewhere how that we will never know what could be if we decide not to try. So here’s what’s up: this month, though I’m tired, I’ll try. Just a little more. I’ll put in some extra efforts in trying again and see what life will make happen in its goodness.

I'll submit that application, call that friend, respond to that WhatsApp message (even if it'll take forever). I'll go for that one event. Say that one prayer. I'll try again for that one particular friend. I'll try to finish that one piece I started writing. Just once more- a little more trying. Because I know, in the end, and much with God, all will be well.

Regardless of everything,

By Jove💜,

Boluwatife Animashaun