The EOTY post
Sign-offs, lessons and everything in-between.
If you’re reading this, then congratulations on surviving 2022. The year was crazy. The Nigerian government lifted the Twitter Ban, we saw Dangote’s bumbum on the internet (never in a million years did I anticipate that), Tiwa Savage told us that her song Somebody’s Son was about Jesus, and Asake’s back hurt from carrying the entire Nigerian industry.
Whether you felt 2022 was a good or bad year, there was always something happening. 2022 was that loud aunty whose voice you could hear from down the street and whose presence made you feel uneasy because you could never tell if she’d tell you that you had added weight and wouldn’t find a husband if you kept getting fat, or if she’d bring you fried meat wrapped in a nylon bag.
That being said, today’s newsletter is not here. It’s here.
I wrote an end-of-the-year review for the third year in a row, and I want you to read it. Let me know if it resonates with you, and if you have any reviews of your own and you’re open to sharing, send them to me via mail - firstname.lastname@example.org. I’m reading as many as I can.
Thank you for fucking with this newsletter this year. You made my year special. Thinking of what to write to you guys each week gave me a sense of direction and helped me fulfil my purpose. I think it is apt that today is the 31st, and it falls on a Saturday. It sort of wraps things up neatly with a bow, don’t you think? Tomorrow we will wake up, and it will be a New Year starting on the first day of the week. How cool is that! I hope you’re ready for all the marvellous things 2023 has in store for you. Because I am!
Anyways, off to Medium you go. I’ll see you next week.
Rooting for the person you’ll be in 2023!
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