Best Birthday VS Worst Birthday

This was supposed to go up on my birthday but I’m a lazy bum. It’s my birthday month, it’s kinda still okay to post it.

For my best birthday, I can’t choose between my 11th and 19th birthday, so I’ll be telling y’all about both.

11th birthday first.

It was an unspoken rule for roommates and classmates in the hostel to give gifts to a birthday celebrant. Most of the time, hostel students cannot afford to buy birthday gifts. So, the go-to gifts were usually provisions and stuff they brought from home. On this beautiful day, I had a cake from home by my favourite aunt. School went well and I came back to a bed filled with gifts ranging from a set of combs to cornflakes and bathing soap. My mental image of that day is a bed of overflowing gifts. All I remember was that I had so much gifts that my bed in the hostel was filled up. It was mad crazy and I enjoyed it.

19th birthday.

I was in a whole ass relationship that I always describe as a fairytale. J and I were such a great couple. Ugh. I remember this one clearly because it happened few years ago, so don’t compare.

I was going to give a backstory into the relationship but I don’t want to sound too into the past. So yeah, on this day, I got my cake around 6am, thank you to my former cake plug. I had received several calls and texts by this time. My ex already posted mad nice pictures and messages. I was really happy. My ex asked me to come downstairs from my hostel. He got me shoes, a T-shirt and a face cap. At first, I wasn’t so excited about it. Joseph said that he knew I didn’t like the gift. I cannot remember what I was crazy about during that period. It was definitely not shoes but I was okay with it.

He wished me happy birthday and told me the beautiful things he wanted out of our relationship. He told how he felt about me (like I’d not heard it before) and how our relationship made him feel. If my head wasn’t swelling before, it definitely was feeling like the size of planet Jupiter at this point.

The plan was to go out later in the day. My mother had sent me a dress earlier in the month and I had gotten shoes the week before. I ended up using the shoes my ex got because it was way finer. So, by 12pm I went to see the girl who was going to do my makeup and I had a birthday shoot done by my bunk mate.

I had to stop early though. My friends, Joseph and Odun, came to see me. They of course wished me happy birthday. Joseph said some weird shit about my dress. That was expected. He also mentioned how our friendship was deteriorating and I wasn’t helping. I didn’t care at that time because I really liked my ex and I wasn’t going to choose Joseph over my ex. Odun was just really happy for me. I like his energy and focused on it more. Few tears from Joseph and I knew our friendship as I knew it was ending. I was comfortable with it if that meant that he respected my relationship for what it was.

We were supposed to go out, yeah. 4pm and I was still in the hostel. Called my ex and asked what’s up. He was waiting for a credit alert to come in before we left and it seemed like it wasn’t going to happen. I wasn’t about to let that ruin my day. I had gotten credit alerts from my mother and uncle earlier, so we move!

We went to Maryland mall. I can’t for the life of me remember the movie we watched. We mostly made out in the cinema and in the car ride back to school. We took pictures at the cinema, I uploaded them that night. That marked our official announcement of being together even though we got together “officially” few days before. It was really a fun day for me. I loved every bit of it.

At the end of the relationship, I was so obsessed with boots and sneakers. He’s also a sneaker head. When you’re in love, some things don’t really matter.

My worst birthday. Sweet 16

I like to tell people that I’ve always had cake on my birthday but that’s not true. I didn’t have a cake on my 16th birthday. My mother said she felt like I was grown up. What?????? It made me feel like I was growing up too quickly. One thing I never want to do is “grow up”. I cried my eyes out that day. She just wished me happy birthday and that was it. I wanted to die.

That day didn’t start well. It was the gap year between high school and uni. I was attending a JAMB prep school. I got there late. Late comers were flogged except people coming from far places. My house qualified as a far place but the guy in charge and I had an issue before, so he flogged me. Two strokes of cane on the palm – I don’t take cane on my palm. The idiot had the guts to ask me out towards the end of my stay there. Must be some form of mental illness.

I wore a corporate gown and cap. Looking back, that was so ewwwwwww. My phone was bad that day. That was another downer. Joseph was so cute that day. The sweetest birthday message was sent by him. He treated me like a princess. Some angels must have thought it was going to end in a love story. Lewl. Sorry to disappoint y’all. Got home, no cake. When my mother came back, I asked about my cake, she said she felt I was a big girl now and I need no cake. I cried so much and told her I didn’t feel loved. It felt really shitty. The only glimmer of light I had that day was from Joseph.

Now, my mother cannot make the mistake of saying I don’t need cake. Now that I think about it. My mother scammed me this year sha.

Share your personal experiences with me guys. Stay inside and stay safe guys❤️