I’m always in my own head. When I’m awake, asleep, whatever. I’m always pondering over something or the other, asking questions. Why did that happen? Why did he do this? What should I have done differently? This mistake I made hurts so much, how would things have turned out if I had taken a different decision? The questions are endless. They are with in the car, they are with me at my desk. They are hovering around in my sleep, haunting me.
Usually, I find an issue to worry about per time, thinking and overthinking it. A lot of times, each matter gives way to another and other times, I draw lessons from them.
As a Creative Entrepreneur who never set out to be one, I started 2017 wondering what I was doing and how I was going to do it. I took the plunge anyway and I would like to share some of my most personal experiences and possibly encourage someone.
My name is Olufunmilayo Omolabake Ajibade (nee Balogun) I was born into a Muslim background on the 16th June 1986. My parents broke up when I was just 2 years old. That separation led me to start living with my uncle and his wife, which is my paternal uncle.
The split-up had me putting up with four different families while growing up and that gave me a lot of sad experiences, such that nearly ruined my life. I was maltreated and raised with so much hatred and bitterness by the ones I called my family. At the age of thirteen years old I was sexually molested by my own uncle. It was a painful experience that I’m unable to forget. I had no one to care for me or my needs. All I wore throughout my teen days are worn out and torn clothes passed unto me by my cousins.