"I didn’t know you were AS," she said. "What’s it like?"

I have not posted here in months. Don't worry, it's not you, it's me. Whenever I write, I'm often caught between revealing too much or not being honest with myself.

Also, this blog is on a free platform, so sometimes the site experiences glitches and becomes inaccessible. If you're reading this, it only means today the blog didn't act up.

I'll start from the top.

Months ago, I went for a test to find out my genotype.

I am AS.

I shared this with a friend.

"I didn’t know you were AS," she said. "What’s it like?"

"For starters, it means I can't just fall in love," I replied. "I have to ask the girl what her genotype is, then give my heart the chance to love her. Lol."

The whole conversation reminded me of a poem by Roseline Mgbodichi published on Agbowo.

I cannot marry this boy that shares my tongue

Because our mothers mothers mothers mother

Shared a lover.

I have come to a life where love needs fact-checking, Ask;

Was this birthmark inflicted or did you grow it from another life?

When you sleep with your eyes open, who do you look like?

How often do you think of a grave?

Is it a coincidence that you find sleep in my great grandfather’s armchair?

Is your grey hair a gift or a prophecy?

Where do you go in your dreams?

Are those sandcastles you are digging up in our backyard or is it your life?

The last time I posted on this blog, I was grappling with earning a B.Sc. degree (or whatever you want to call it). If you didn’t see my project defense pictures on Facebook and Instagram, here’s me telling you I graduated.

Ladies and gentlemen, I know you're really happy for me! Thank you, but life after school is after my life! 😂😭

It's all good though—my life is hid in Christ.

I probably should tell you how I studied Plant Science and Biotechnology but I'm currently a social media manager by profession and trying to build my digital marketing agency while trying to be a filmmaker. No fear! I'm not intimidating anybody, I'm simply marketing my brand.

But nobody is really talking about these things; life after school, or maybe they are and I've not found it yet. 

Sarah Manyika mentioned in one of her interviews—paraphrasing here—"If your heart is yearning for a kind of story, and nobody has written it, you should write it." Write the stories you want to read.

For those who don't know, Sarah Manyika is the author of In Dependence and Like a Mule Bringing Ice Cream to the Sun.

My point is, I haven’t read any blog post about life after school, so I thought to write one. I don't know how many people will read this, but these days, I'm not concerned with follower counts or who’s reading and who’s not. There was a time I was.

Recently, I reduced my Twitter followers to 106.

Now it's just people I know and people I find interesting. I've seen a lot of strange people on social media and toxic comments, and I don’t think I’m ready for that. Let's not even mention the constant posts like, "Hi, I'm 16 and I just made my first two million," or, "This is the business I started when I was in my mother's womb, and I scaled it to a million dollars before I was aborted."

My dear, you don't need that kind of pressure after school. You just have to do what you do and keep at it until you're able to fly. You might ask, "What if I don’t know what to do or have anything to do?" Omoh! It's not me that will give you that inspiration. Not today. 

It's not me.

Last week, I had set out to shoot a short film for the Abuja Capitol Film Fest. 

I rented equipment, apparently that was when the national grid decided to collapse, so a one-day shoot extended to two days. I almost cried because of the stress we went through to charge the equipment and ensure the shoot didn’t extend into the next day, to avoid paying for an extra day’s rental. We improvised, on top the improvisation we were already improvising (may the gods give you understanding).

On my way home, I blamed the country for the grid collapse, blamed the weather because it rained, blamed the school for not having an alternative power supply, and I blamed myself.

Somehow, it would be a miracle if and when I eventually pull this off. It would show how Nigerians, despite the conditions, setbacks, and pain, are still able to achieve "much" with "less."

This post might not be everything you want to know about life after school, but I hope you are okay and you're well? Also, if you feel someone else needs to read this for strength and hope, feel free to share the link. I would like to know what part of this post got to you the most. Kindly leave a comment.