It has come to my notice that a lot of my readers are unable to view this post. Hence, the repost.

After longing so much to be in one of the yellow rooms, I got my much awaited dream not realizing that I was about to be locked in a sort of prison unfortunately created by myself. The rush and eagerness to start life in the yellow room was actually a blessing because I was able to fend for myself, see the world with a different eye (yorubanglish), etc. A curse, mainly because my relationship with God which I had great plans of reviving, not that it was dead though, gradually died! It was so horrible to the extent that my almost non-existent social life went into extinction because I had to ditch my weekends for my shifts. You know how the Yoruba saying goes…tiโ€™bi tiโ€™re ni’le aye (The world is full of the good and the bad). The only things that stood by me to weather the storms were grace and my values.

PS: I want to take time out to appreciate everyone who encouraged and contributed to the success of birthing this blog, born from a longing to put mine and other’s experiences into writing for both gleaning wisdom and pleasure. Therefore, I humbly request for replies, criticism, encouragements and all that comes with the package. Dear Readers, kindly welcome with loveโ€ฆ Prisca’s Diary.



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