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About Oluwanitori

My own personal translation of Oluwanitori, a considerable Yoruba pseudonym.
Oluwa-God      NiTori- Has his reasons.                            
Oluwa-God      NiTori- is Tori's Caretaker.                                    
Oluwa-God      NiTori- is the writer of my story.

I believe I chose this pseudonym as a reminder that I am just a relevant detail in God's fingerprint.

I was raised in Nigeria, West Africa, until I was 10 turning 11. At 20, looking back at my country is looking back at my childhood; a past I will always attempt to reconnect with in order to feel whole. 

I moved to the United States of America at the age of 11. I remember it like it was yesterday. I was so excited because I would get to live and grow up with "Oyinbo" people. The day I and my family went to the airport, we had a gathering in my home, where loved ones, family and friends came over to be with me and my family one last time. At that very moment, I knew that my family was unique and we had an effect on everyone around us. We were shown so much love and care. Thank God for the ability to remember things of the past; whether Good or bad.
I remember the first time I tasted food in America.. I was ready to go back home and bring some food with me. Poultry, grains, fruits, etc.  all tasted strangely. Luckily for me, my taste buds got used to the food and I felt America was now okay to me.

Enough about my Childhood, lets get to know who I am and why I am writing this blog.

Currently I am a sophomore at the University of Baltimore studying Psychology. During my junior year in high school, I caught interest in Psychology. I took a standard Psychology class, totally enjoyed it and my teacher encouraged me to take the Advanced Placement Psychology class in my senior year. AP Psychology was one of the hardest classes I took in high school, though it wasn't the only AP class I was taking at the time. The challenge in the class motivated me to want to do my very best. Long story short, I passed the class and I knew that was what I wanted as a career.

LOVE to eat. Though I am a very slim person with a really high metabolism. It’s a blessing and a curse, but I have grown to love and appreciate this body God gave me. 

I think I can sing, on the good days. People tell me all the time "Victoria.. Your voice" but I'd like to get a vocal coach so that I would have the self assurance that when I do decide to sing for someone, I wouldn't be murdering their ears, execution style.

People refer to me as a model.. But am I, really? I just like taking pictures and posing for the camera. An occasional runway situation, but I am not a professional.. It is merely a hobby. When I was in middle school, people used to ask me, "Why do you walk like that?" Apparently, I had been cat-walking unconsciously. I think one memory that really did it for me and gave me confirmation that I was beautiful and I had the potential to be a model, was when I was in middle school, 7th grade to be precise. I walked into the main office of my school and the secretary looked at me. She asked me to smile for her and as I did, she literally gasped and said "Wow.. You have the beauty of an African Goddess." There I knew that people lied when they told me I was not pretty enough.

I think my goal for writing these blogs is to share with you, my readers, a glance into the life of OluwaniTori. (I hope you're not bored) Recently, a friend of mine, while getting to know me, encouraged me to start writing again like I used to as a young child but this time do it well. 

At this point, I will be writing about my interests, such as food, fashion, my take on God, the "Bae" search, music, my path to happiness, fictional stories and so much more.

That, I think, is how I believe you would get to know more about Oluwanitori.   

Please feel free to ask me anything and I will make posts just for answering your questions and also please don't hesitate to request different aspects you would like me to write about. 

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Odab (bye for now),


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