#01 🛍️ - mom wants us to go wife shopping
🔏 only that instead of looking for the "ONE", i'd rather be out with lanterns looking for myself
Welcome to Take Away! 🛍️
this is a paid edition of Jollof-Write called “Take Away”.
Think of it like when you attend an event and enjoy the food, but before you leave, they hand you extra enjoyment to take home. 🤤
access to sides of me that are usually keep tucked away – the unfiltered stuff; the skeletons in my closet that keep me up at night, the frustrations, voice recordings of random thoughts I’m too scared to make public, things i’m proud of, and those subtle “When are you getting married?” nudges from my parents.
Each essay shared is just an excuse to help us get to know each other better.
a chances to get to know you, too – where you’re coming from and what’s going on in your world beyond just writing, reading, or this orange app.
imagine my mom and I going shopping together. I say “imagine” because it can never be real, at least not anymore.
if there's any lesson I learned early on in my life, it's never to go shopping with my mom. Except, of course, I'm ready to go along with a bed, toothbrush, sponge, and a few clothes. Because it's going to be a couple of days. I promise you I'm not exaggerating.
there's a reason why
felt homeless and needed our help:
after two days in Walmart, just walking around with no end in sight, I pull a Michael Jackson-approved moonwalk on her as I slip my way to the books aisle, specifically the self-improvement aisle.