Zendaya swears she's me

Woke up to bitches acting like me....

I really did plan on couching this in a long post about things I learned in 2024 (perfecting a lipliner/lipstick/lipgloss combo), and something vaguely motivational, but as I tried to type it, my left hand kept on distracting me due to the large (lab-grown) diamond resting on my ring-finger, gifted to me by the love of my life who did the seemingly impossible thing of surprising me, an incorrigibly nosey and inquisitive person. I was so shocked that I had him repeat his beautiful proposal speech to me, due to the the high pitched noise that drowned his voice out as he spoke. I am deliriously happy, not to be engaged, but to be engaged to the kindest, sweetest, most patient, funniest (will not tell him this in person) man on earth. My love makes me so arrogant because I am almost convinced that nobody could possibly be as in love as I am (except him, duh) because nobody else is the recipient of his kind of love. It’s the kind of love I dreamed of, prayed for, held out for, knowing that it must exist because it was the only kind I would accept. I truly hope that everyone finds a love that makes them that kind of asshole. His brand of romance puts me to shame, and honestly, it’s my favourite thing to be bested at. Gross! I could go on, but I guess I will save them for my vows. VOWS! Imagine! Thankfully, I’ve already written them.

Anyway if you’re here, it’s likely because you have followed me throughout the years, and though I did plan on popping out like Z, I thought it would be a lovely full circle moment to share it with the people who have listened to me yap on about love for so many years and who have followed me here, a place that I do not update as regularly as I should. It means so much to me that you did, and though the word “community” is rather bedraggled in these online spaces these days, I believe that I found some form of it, and if you’re here, you were/are likely part of it. Thank you for being ardent lovers of love, or at least accepting my ardent love of love, and not making me feel deluded for it. It’s only right that I give you the online exclusives!

He took me shopping that day (in Lagos) and I was already feeling like a Real Houswife of Lekki. One might suppose that this would be a clue, but I fear I get treated like a princess all the time so nothing was amiss.

I told you guys. I was GAGGED. I knew he was going to propose at some point because he’s not insane, but I didn’t know it was going to be then. One day I’ll tell the story of how he threw me off the entire day. While he proposed, (At Your Best) You Are Love by the Isley Brothers played. I know. He’s a romancer.

I like this, because I kind of look like a gangster wife. This was in a group photo. Afterwards he surprised me with my siblings, his siblings and our friends popping out. It was the perfect balance of private and intimate. We had our moment and then got to celebrate with people we love, and do a champagne toast. I was so giddy! The moment was just heady with joy!

My pinky is crooked because I fell on it when I was 12, and though my nails are grown out, they still eat so I don’t care. The ring is entirely perfect for me, I couldn’t ask for anything else.

I appreciate you all! Thank you for sharing with me! This is a quick post as my left hand is tired of typing. I think it just needs to get used to the extra weight. My heart feels ever so light though. 2024 was a lot in so many ways, so entering 2025 with such love and joy is a blessing that I plan on harnessing for fuel.

Lots of love,

B x