one year on WordPress

1 Year Anniversary Achievement

I remember opening this blog some days after I turned 21 last year, I was excited! It felt like I had a baby that I was going to watch grow over the next few months. I made promises to be faithful to my blog, update it regularly, make sure I had good content, and every thing sweet.

Network started messing up, there wasn’t always free Wi-Fi, I’d be too tired from school work to even put up a ‘good morning’ post. I made friends, I lost them, I made a few more, I couldn’t keep up with my Reader, I started to doubt that I had made a good choice by creating a blog.

The WordPress community was expanding, and I was caught somewhere in the middle.

I turned 22 a few days ago, and I tried to do an appraisal, let me say I had some revelations.

Over the past twelve months, I have metamorphosed in no small ways, learnt new things, accepted the ground level more often than not, enjoyed my friendships, had a solid life out of social media, tried to solidify the life i had on social media, interact more with people, thought about the ‘what next’n phase of my life, being a final year student in the university.

Thank you for staying with The Girlfriend Blog this long, one year is not a joke, especially when you could have done something else with your time, but chose instead to check out what is up with this blog from time to time.

I hope to be committed more to this legacy we’re creating, because I realise it’s not just about me anymore, but phenomenal people who have viewed, commented, liked, shared my posts and taken these words to be bigger and more meaningful than i could ever have imagined. I appreciate you.

Cheers to many more years of growth, of good friendships, of great content, of creativity, honesty, humour, and celebration of life.

I celebrate you!

Much Love,

Your Girlfriend.





Dear You,

This is a short letter to you reading this.

I hope you’re well? I hope you know that you’re breathing, to be able to read this. You know, some times it’s very easy to forget that even being able to take in air is a blessing when we’re faced with challenges.

Have you thought about how you don’t remind yourself to breathe in the morning? Or how you’re not concerned that your lungs might soon get empty, because you don’t have money to buy a refill of oxygen.

Have a great day ahead, when you’re stuck, calm down, and breathe.

Much love,

Your Girlfriend.


Merry Christmas,

Happy boxing day, 

Happy New Year

I missed it all, MIA from this blog that started in the middle of the year and became something so serious.

I can’t even ask myself why, but it makes me wonder if I’d just disappear from the radar, once I get into a relationship with someone… 

Happy new year,  WordPress family, I see that more people have joined me on this journey of ‘becoming’ that I’m on. And I’m happy. Welcome to you, newest friend, my name is Amie.

Thank you for not giving up on The Girlfriend Blog. This is my reconciliation post πŸ™‚  it’s great to be back. See you soon my friends.

Much love,

Your girlfriend. 

Hello from my system!

I don’t know why, but I was scared to look at my blog on my system, like someone who just underwent a facial reconstructive surgery being nervous about their face…

I held my breath, then I released, then I held it again when it seemed like I had forgotten my password, after being so comfortable blogging from my mobile.

I must say though! This feels like heaven, typing from my system, I should do this more often… which means there’s a new prayer request: modem. I can’t be buying 100Naira Wi-Fi access everyday na…

…But this feels great oh. okay, I see that I need to work on my web layout and all that, but thank you for sticking with me so far ,kai, this looks so not-so-fine, but it looked neat on my phone. So I will work on it. I feel happy lol, blogging from my system. oh well…

… a lot of ‘…’ today, and I don’t know where they’re coming from. it’s like, I’m experiencing my blog from a new perspective, and I see so much potential! I just have to detach myself from the 5 inches of my phone screen and learn to adapt to this awesome 14 inches worth of space.

I love you guys!

and I will work on this layout, so help me God! Amen.

Much Love,

from your Girlfriend

Who blogged on her system for the first time and is still feeling good about it.



Thank You

Just this morning, I sprained my knee in the bathroom of my hostel. It was not funny, but it was funny.

I have always sympathised with people who fell in that place, and said ‘eeey! Be careful oh’, ‘sorry oh!’ Or the more typical naija one, I would just shout ‘ye!’

I fell today in the bathroom, and I didn’t just fall. I slipped, then I kept skidding until someone held me. I was on the floor when I realised I had my knee bent at an odd angle so I mustered courage and bent it back. It made a crack sound.

I stood up. 

Before nko

And all I could say was Jesus help me, Holy spirit help me. I felt funny in my right leg. I know now that if I hadn’t immediately twisted my leg back, maybe my k-leg would be an ‘L’ by now 😯

I wanted to say thank you, that’s the core of this post.

To You, Awesome Individual who has liked every thing I have posted here, who has commented, thank you. I have because of you, been inspired to be consistent in this- I know say we never reach there yet, but one day…πŸ˜„

I fell today in the bathroom. So I’m going to the health centre.

A kiss from me to you
A kiss from me to you

what matters is what you see

I started blogging on another blogging app some years back. I couldn’t even stay around my own blog, because of internet connection that I never had. At that time, I could see other bloggers… When you hear Linda Ikeji, Japheth Omojuwa… I could see them, the aim was to be where they were at that time, in no time. Hehe. Like say na beans.

I had this ‘over’ confident friend who was ever willing to let me know that if he said something about a thing, that was what would happen. I always tried to pull him off his high horse. 

Four years down the line, I see that everyone has a lane they take to get to their destinations. You might not be where you would love with all your heart to be, but let life be lived, and in time it will all fall in place. I shut down that blog, but I didn’t shut down my desire to still have a functioning blog and here we are.

I can say with a certainty that I never felt all those years, that in all the time I was trying to start a blog, doing so without knowing who I was at all, and wanting to be ‘verified’ by everyone (as if I was a social media account), would have been a fluke, because there would be no sincerity, and I would wrote with the mind of wanting everyone to agree with me, and even let me be a star in the process- Headlines: famous blogger…

Now that I am here, I learnt that you need to see the truth for yourself sometimes, not because someone has told you it is true, but because you’re willing to let your ego go out the window for learning to take place. I am no Linda Ikeji. I’m no Japheth Omojuwa. But yes please! My name is Amie Sparks. And it took me a great time to realise that. I will not take it for granted.

Who are you?

What do you need to shut down so you can reboot on a higher scale?

Much love,

Your girlfriend.

Don’t always have it figured out

And you’re not a machine.
Some ‘OCD’ people would be ready to wrong my neck now, but, really, this is said with the best of intentions. 

I read a blog post sometime ago, about the joys of spontaneity and living without anxiety over a plan gone wrong, and I felt like for the most part, the lady was talking to me. We can almost have every area of our life detailed to a T; how we expect to have become in the next five years, where we hope to work, who we hope to be with- this list goes on. And when, for whatever reason, one of those things don’t work according to plan, it destabilizes us and ‘draws us back’, like there’s no more progress.

At 16, I had calculated where I wanted to be by the time I was 21: done with university and just completing National Youth Service. By this time in my young girl calendar, I should have a job, be working at it devotedly, making something of myself, working my way up the ‘mogul’ ladder. 

At 24, I hoped to have gotten married to my husband, whom I would have met within the three years since I graduated from school and got a job; probably someone I’d been friends with for a while. The kids could come immediately, if they wanted,- I wanted to be a young mum, and have my life back to myself by the time my kids were grown enough to take care of themselves.

Beautiful eh?        

Joke Silva has always been the role model

But you see, life is not a phone reminder where you input your expectations for coming  days and have them ring out 30 minutes before. I learnt that.

At 16, almost finishing secondary school, I had to repeat a class and change from sciences to humanities-

This is the bane of students in Nigeria who want to feel ‘adequate’ among their peers, with parents who believe that if you’re not a doctor, engineer, or in the sciences, or studying a money-making course, like banking and finance, you should at the least, but at the height of the humanities ladder, study law-

Because I was more active in arts related activities- drama, debates, the Commonwealth, news- than I was with the jets club. It took its toll on me; I lost interest and was adviced to go where I didn’t have to struggle. Being a boarder, I had digested the advice before getting to my father’s house. The days that came after telling my mum I wanted to spend another year in secondary school can not be described here, they should be made into a movie. Because they were epic-hence, another day’s post.

Nigerian mums are awesome- mine, most especially. She put her hand on her head and began to cry.

All that time, I just told myself, Nne, forget it, you’re not finishing at 16 anymore- and that was the beginning of reality for me, I still added a plus one year though, so I estimated leaving the university and service at 22.
I finished secondary school at 17- finished well, I must add, with the best result of my set- but didn’t get into the university till two years after. See how my calendar was ‘re-writing’ my life plan? At 19, how was I going to finish university degree in three years? I didn’t know, that the school I applied to had plans of its own. 

That was how I got into OAU to study drama, after two attempts. Then the school began to strike. Any little thing, a strike started, or a lecture boycott, or an indefinite shutdown, or something! If it wasn’t the academic staff, it was the non academic staff, if it wasn’t those, it was the Student Union Government. I woke myself up and adviced myself to let God take control of my life, seeing as my plans were wiped as easily as dust.

So I’m here, still in school, waiting for the school to finish whenever it wants to, moving with the strike/ no strike pattern and just living through it. Because I’m quite certain some people entered the school as teeming youths, but left as old men with grey hair- this is no joke, I have seen pictures.

I scrapped that list. Not having it figured out is helping me breathe easy; because if I go back to that list and do all the math again? I would probably be an old woman before I left this school.

Live, enjoy life, don’t kill yourself because you’re not ‘in charge’ of what is happening around you..

…let me leave you with this awesome quote that I have seen in different places, but will now write in my own words:

‘You might not be able to handle the situations you find yourself, but you sure can be able to handle the way you react to them’.

God really is in control.

And that, amigo, is where I draw the curtain on all the inspiration oozing from my pores, for today.

Love Mucho 😘