I moved out of my parent’s house over a week ago- It is a six-bedroom apartment with a balcony in the outskirts of Lagos. Moving out from my parent’s was something I had planned a long time ago and I am so happy it came to fruition. Even though I had enough money to get my own apartment, I was comfortable staying with my parents: I didn’t have to pay rent, I didn’t have to worry about feeding just mobility, items of clothing, makeup, outings, learning- because knowledge is power and of course my tithe and occasional good deeds.
I am not in a romantic relationship so I don’t have anyone I have to surprise with gifts or stuff like that. My friends’ list is pretty minimal. I am sure you are probably wondering about family- technically, I am the second child and second daughter with four younger siblings in their order; Yagazie, Ekene, Kachi and Kora. The eldest is Chidindu.
Why did I leave?
She would bring up the subject of settling down with a man and starting a family, talk about my clothes even though there is nothing wrong with it, she would talk about anything and everything.
Since my youngest sibling- Kora is in school and I am the only one with them, my dad and I are the only company she has. I am not saying I don’t miss their company, I do but having my own home where I can do what I want, how I want it is exhilarating.
My mom said she felt that it would be to start my family not to live alone. She also mentioned that no matter where I am, I will always be her daughter even if I felt I was grown. She was really emotional and so was my dad, but it was the right thing to do.