It’s My Birthday!

Yup! It’s the day Jesus gave me out to y’all.

I’m like 18 years old in Ethiopia, please.

I have a big grin on my face as I type this.

Nope. I don’t.

I’m a little sad because I’ve dreaded this age for so long.

What is the seriousness in this age!??? HOW DID WE GET HERE?

Was it not just yesterday I celebrated my 16th birthday? 

What happened to timeeeeeee!?

What exactly happened!????

Two days ago, I was hit by the common wave of depression everyone experiences when it’s close to their birthdays. Or maybe not everyone, but some people.

I was speaking to a friend about it and I went on about my frustrations and whatnot.

The convo ended with my friend praying for me and after that, I discovered that I had been somewhat ungrateful.

I mean, the year started on a very very beautiful note. Looking back at last year and now, I can confidently beat my chest and say that I’m not where I used to be. Even though I’m not where I’m supposed to be, yet.  Cliche right?

There’s been a shift and it’s evident.

I think my 18th birthday has been the most memorable so far. Let me give you the gist.

I was joyfully saving up money for a photoshoot and birthday cake. My hard earned money o.

I was going to do two shoots; a pre-birthday shoot and the main shoot. I was sha on some kain soft funds that year mehn.

Right now, I’m broke pleaseee, send helppppp.

Here is what the pre-birthday shoot looked like.

I’m shyyyyyyy… Just lookat this model. Hire me for modeling jobs eh?

After the shoot, the only money I had left was for my cake. This is where the story gets really interesting.

Stay with me…

I boarded a cab to go get my cake. It was when I came down from the cab to pay for my transportation fare that I found out that my money was missing.

LOL

E do me like film trick. (This was a day to my birthday)

Long story short, I cried back to the hostel. I was reallyyyyy so pisssed and angry!!! My God! I cried ehn. I really cried.

I just went about my daily activities on that day without stressing.

Then I got to the hostel that evening and saw that my roommates bought me a cake to celebrate me.

Nah, that was really so thoughtful of them. I cried happy tearssssss.

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Definitely not where we used to be..

For the past 365 days, God has literally carried me in His arms and for this, I’ll forever be grateful.

He has given friends that turned family.

He always came through for me in the nick of time. 

P.S: He is never too late. He is always on time.

He held my hands like His baby.

Cheers to another year of being ABBA’s baby.

Plans for the day?

Well, it’s a Sunday so I’ll obviously go to church, come back home, read y’all messages, and smile from ear to ear.

Oh yeah, please do send me emails. I’d love to read them—marvieoma@gmail.com

I’ll be back with the gist of how the day went.

Bible verse of the week: God is in the midst of her; she shall not be moved: God shall help her, and that right early.
Psalm 46: 5

With love,

Fortune.