Iron Heaven and Influencer Paradise: A Memoir of Safe Spaces

It is safe to say, 2017 was a shitty year. Though I had one of my best academic results that year, 2k17 will always be the poster child for losses. I recorded a lot of losses that year, the greatest of which was losing my Dad. At a point that academic year, the only thing the fuel I was running on as I zombied through life was the mantra, “It is what Daddy would want.”

Even when food lost its appeal, and the golden-brown decadence of Dodo turned to cardboard in my mouth, I still at because (insert mantra)

Even when school seemed a little more pointless with each unexciting and theory-centric lectures, I still went to classes because (insert mantra)

Even when written words in my textbooks swirled, leaped, and hid behind the ISBNs and I kept forgetting the previous paragraphs as I read Ndukwe’s beautifully written notes, I still made an effort to read because (insert mantra)

Finally, the year staggered to an end, and I graduated- or rather, discovered I had to stay an extra year in school.

2k18- or at least the first half of it- was a fitting sequel for 2k17. The year…