I am having a baby...

... and I don't know how I feel.

It's been days since I said goodbye to you (IYKYK) and as you know, I'm not good at goodbyes.

Last year was full of beautiful memories created from shared feelings, thoughts, perspectives and experiences. And I didn't even want it to end. But for something to grow, somethings have to go. Which I had mentioned that "... some goodbyes have new beginnings."

I know you're wondering why my headline is like that.

Hol'up…

I consider this place as a safe space where we can be vulnerable with each other (something I consider in relationships or whatever ship it is). And if I can't share stuff with you then I can't share with anybody.

So, am I really having a baby? Yes! When? How?

I know you have hundreds of questions but before I spill the beans, let me tell you something.

"Inspiration is a smoke. If you don't let it choke you while it's there, it'll be gone if you just watch and stare." - Damdam.

I came up with this "poem" when I thought of the brilliant ideas and incredibubble stuff I had lost because I couldn't grasp the inspiration they beheld. However, this one thing has stuck in my head for long and it's so bad that it wouldn't leave my head, like a nursery poem. And I feel I just have to give it a shot or I'll be making a grievous mistake not taking it.

This one thing is what you're reading right now. My thoughts, my imaginations, my emotions, my perspectives, my understanding. Sometimes I get tired of everything and nothing seems to please me anymore. The only thing that seems like therapy is me bringing my thoughts to this platform. Reading this could be yours too. I know social media can be crazy but if you also need to escape from the world like I do, you're always welcome here.

Don't worry, I promise not to bore you as this is basically personal and lifestyle for now. And if you're a fan of my writings, there's more to come on this space.

The baby I'm having? It's what you're reading. This newsletter. This baby didn't come alive today. Not even last year on my previous platform. It fought hard as a sperm inside me for a long time. Growing up, I loved telling stories but I didn't know how to get people to read my own.

After so much wandering on Obsanjo's internet, learning and unlearning from adulthood (a ghetto hood), I thought to start writing to you. I have moved from using Wix(shout-out to my day ones) to putting newsletters here on Substack. And I don't know how I feel..

The last time I wrote, I got two contradicting comments. One said it wasn't as interesting as my previous one. The other made mention of how each of my content usually outshine the previous. And boyyy, I didn't take the 1st comment seriously but the second which I really appreciate got me thinking.

*Insert super story soundtrack*

"Will I be able to keep up with the magic content?"

"Will the odindin Creator Of Magic disappoint this time?"

I don't know how I feel but my emotions are like that of a husband having an expected baby. Is he ready for fatherhood? Will he be the best dad in the world?

Why am I telling you this? I don't know but what I do know is, I'll figure it out. Like I usually do. In Korty's words "I'm a figureouter." The same way I'm figuring adulthood...

This year comes with a lot of pressure, IKR. But, you'll figure it out. Like a wife expecting a set of twins. She has never been at that stage but she'll figure it out.

Sometimes, life doesn't give you a hint of the situations you find yourself in. You just gotta figure it out along the way innit.

You get me, yeah?( Fear my British accent)

Till I come again in my next letter; slow down and breathe so the pressure doesn't choke.

"Wagwan with Damdam.”

What do you think? 'cause this is what it's going to be called. Stick around for the reason I gave that name.

Screenshot and tag me on your socials, the part that resonates with you.

Love and Magic,

Damdam.

P.S: Special shout-out to Spicy Tai. She encouraged me when I ever first thought of writing.