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Introducing Judith

 



AN INTRODUCTION...or maybe notπŸ‘€


Heyyyy the name is Judith, pronounced as JU-dith not ju-DITH, It has been a lot of struggle getting people to pronounce it the right way. 
Anyway, I officially welcome you to my blogπŸ˜ŠπŸ’•

 I love to think I'm mysterious, no, scratch that I am mostly mysteriousπŸ˜…but maybe just maybe this blog will be an insight into what goes on in my head. Interesting stuff I tell yah, but would it be interesting to you? I guess you'll have to follow me to find out.

Now this was meant to be an introduction about myself, but picture this, you're in front of an interviewer and he throws the question, 'Tell me about yourself' and you freeze up, That's exactly what it's like writing about myself and of course I could be mechanical about it but where's the fun in that?

Sooo, my name is Oluwafikayo Judith Adegoke, and some other names that I may or may not share along the way😢 My current age "status"πŸ˜‚ is getting old because tell me why yesterday I was shouting sweet sixteen and now I'm in my last teenage years😭 It's fine though I guess we all have to grow up at one point or the other. I'm currently in my third year studying Law, Why Law? You may ask but omoo me sef no know.😩 But for someone who had two admissions into the course rest assured that I'm in God's plan and to be honest it's sometimes fun, if you stick with me you'll get more gist on what it's like and what it has been and hopefully what it will be.

Yeah, I am a ChristianπŸŽ‰ and I don't mean Christianity as in religion but Christianity as in lifestyle, was born into it and grew up to love it. You'll most definitely be getting more on this topic because it's a whole lot and the beam of existence for some of us.

Family life? I am the third child of four children, two elder brothers I can bill and a younger sister who bills me (sighπŸ˜’). That's just official though, I have an adopted elder brother(lolπŸ˜…) and my parents have always had people around for as long as I can remember, most times extended family members and of course, these people become close family members as well so it's a pretty big family.

There was a time when having hobbies was a thing, now this stage of my life just feels like academics and sleep anytime I get the chance away from books (this education thing has messed me upπŸ˜”) I guess what I'm trying to say is my hobby presently is sleep😭but I had hobbies back in Secondary School.
 I loved writing stories, some I finished some I didn't. I could cook up a story on the spot and rarely had writer's block, never published any of them. I also loved reading novels and stories, I still do but not so frequently not only because of time but also because of how rated R most books are now, Why??? Whatever happened to morality? 
I loved singing too, in my head I sang like all the Disney and Nickelodeon characters who knew how to singπŸ˜… My brothers made sure to ring it in my head that I couldn't though, but I have a civil voice not good good but not bad either. 
Lastly, listening to music was a hobby but now it's a therapy. "Music is therapy"-Judith 2023😌

Once when I was giving my eldest brother a run down of my chaotic academic life he asked if I had a YouTube channel because according to him every law student in Nigeria shouldπŸ˜‚ This is not YouTube neither is this vlogging but this could count for something I guess? That's not entirely the reason why I'm starting this blog though I guess it just feels nice to have a place where I can freely rant and let out all the opinions I have about things and life in general.

There goes our introduction, if you made it this far, you're my new favourite person. I hope you had a lovely time reading through 'cause I had an awesome time writing this! 
So long so good, see you at the next read.πŸ’Œ


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