will you eat it everyday?

If you say “yes” — trust me, I can actually serve you everyday.

It’s not that I’m scared of serving you a plate of jollofwrite every day, but I’m scared of myself.

It’s not even the occasional “These people don’t want to hear from you” voices in my oblong head.

This type of imposter syndrome tastes differently.

I look at my writing after I’ve hit publish and it amazes me (Apart from the occasional misspelling of “procastination”. 🥲) — what flows out of my brain to my sweaty fingers.

The more I write, the more I realize I’m smarter than Einstein.

Not in physics, of course (Not with my “let my people go” grade in Physics).

You’re curious about what I scored? Fine!

I had a C6.

I knew you’d have that look on your face.

Go on! Judge me! Call me names!

I passed and that’s all that matters. If I didn’t you wouldn’t be reading my diary because I’ll have been thrown out of the house and probably become a conductor.

That’s not even the gist. The gist is — Einstein can’t match my writing.

Tell him to come.

When I started writing today’s diary, I didn’t even think Einstein will make it in here.

And that’s what scares me about serving you this jollof write daily.

I’m scared of the things i’m capable of writing to you.

So, maybe you’re not scared of what people would think about that thing you want to do?

Maybe you’re just scared of what you’re capable of coming up with? (Some call it success-phobia?).

I don’t know if it’s a word. Don’t ask me!

Whichever the case maybe, don’t keep all that goodness in your head, we want to see it.🥺

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