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8 UPDATES ON OLUWANITORI!

It has been a really long time. Hasn't it, dear Oluwanitori reader? I've missed you as much as you have missed me. It's been a tough and trying semester for me, mentally, spiritually and academically. This day, I'd love to share with you some updates on little aspects/changes in my life that may be of interest to you!

I completely cut my hair off in April 2016. (Transitioned for a couple of months) *see this post*
Cutting my hair was the most controversial thing I've done this 2016 LOL(but then again). I just woke up one day and decided to stop postponing rash decisions like this and just do it and my sister was totally up for it!

I spent time constantly reminding male friends and counterparts that my mere existence and purpose in life is not for their pleasure and/or survival.
No, I will not cook jollof rice for you and no, I didn't dress up today because I wanted to look good for you and/or your homeboy.

I stopped obsessing about my weight and size.
I think I'm tired of talking about it lol. If you believe my size or weight is not healthy, then please by all means, buy me that box of chicken you've been yelling at me to eat. And if not, then please embrace this pie:
Eat it
I've been doing leadership stuff.
Holding multiple leadership positions is a struggle! But I am a woman. An African woman at that. I'm holding myself to high standards while humbling myself enough to learn from those who learn from me.
Me in all my Glory

Another of me in all my Glory
Melanin is finally a norm!
Well in some parts of the world and I am totally taking advantage of it.
Dance Dance Dance


Rather than arguing about name calling and cultural differences between Africans and African-Americans
I'm dropkicking the hyphen and teaching others about my culture; sharing Nigerian jollof recipes, cultural beliefs and standards, music, etc., while I'm learning about American perspectives and the way of life. I'm trying out Mac N Cheese (with old-bay spice and seafood ONLY) and trying to figure out who runDMC is.. (Just kidding.. not kidding)
Mark Zuckerberg eating Ugali and Fish

I sang outside my comfort zone(the church) for the first time in history. I sang in my mother tongue Yoruba and it was empowering realizing that my voice sounds best when I sing in such a language that is native to me.
too lit

I've been writing poetry, but I have not been sharing. I'm sorry. I will share them soon. Or maybe I should create a poetry book/collection. Would you like that?
Picture of me doing spoken word

In all I have shared with you, I hope you've been able to see the little, but significant growths in my life. I aim to inspire, but my only competitor is myself. I believe we as individuals can be the main stumbling blocks to our own success. I'm learning everyday to tell myself to get up and take action (I mean, how else does world domination become possible? Mwahahahaha).

This day I would love to remind you, that if love can be real, then God is not dead. Seek him everyday and don't forget to pray for yourself, but also, don't forget to add me to your prayer list.

Thank you for joining me today,

Odabó,
Oluwanitori

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