What do you know about me?

Do you even know anything about me? This post just said little. I don't know what else to share.

I love when my face is clear and I don't like smiley pictures most times.

Hey there, everyone! I go by the name Rumaysah, but some people like to call me "Rumi." I find it cool yet strange when someone unfamiliar or not used to calling me that name does so.

I'm not a fan of being called by my middle name or oriki either. It feels odd to bear it. I actually gave myself another middle name, and only one person calls me by that name. I used to love my middle name until the person who made me appreciate it passed away. Now, it only feels right when my father uses it to ask me for something. That's when I truly appreciate it.

I'm thrilled to be here among such an amazing group of people who have subscribed to my newsletter and read my content.

I'm in my twenties and reside in Lagos/Oshogbo, depending on when you ask. I live in Lagos with my parents and attend Fountain University in Osogbo.

Let me start by saying that this is probably the most challenging thing I've ever written. I can easily write a short story, poem, or essay, but when it comes to talking about myself, I struggle to find the right words. I'm still trying to figure myself out, too.

I really love when my face is clear and brighter, it gives all the Confidence I need to step out and show the world that I am still alive! It's all it takes. I get misunderstood a whole lot of time of my intention, action or words but there's nothing much I can do about it.

It's easier for me to express myself behind a screen because I'm an introverted extrovert. I'm probably the most introverted extroverted person I know. Most people who know me find this aspect of me strange, but that's just who I am. You can ask Feranmi about it. She often complains about how people mistake me for always being the outgoing, cheerful person that I am.

I've managed a few small businesses in the past and currently sell items to students because I live in a school hostel. I was pushed into studying my current course, which has brought me to where I am today. However, I've grown to love Mass Communication.

After spending four and a half years in UNI studying Mass Communication, where does one go next? Well, I'm technically in my third year because we just finished exams for the second semester of the second year, and we're yet to start a new session.

I always write in this particular style, which I recently discovered is a common practice in journalism. I decided to start a blog, actually several blogs, but this one will be the best. Some people have actually complained about my style of writing but who cares? I should be the only one who cares about it.

I have a variety of skills, but my favorite is editing. To further develop my skills, I applied for internships at a PRAD and Videography company. I am still waiting to hear back from both companies.

During my small time in the university, I gained a lot of knowledge. I have also encountered some challenges. *Shege banza.* and they said it's only the beginning.

My reading preferences align closely with what I write about. I enjoy legal thrillers, fantasy, and articles on mental health and self-improvement. I am not also the reading type. I don't like that shit, that's why I love practical works.

Ìṣe editing?

Gbewa jọ.😅

I particularly enjoy writing articles for magazines. Lately, I have been working on stories set in Wonderland and a book for young readers in a fantasy world.

I enjoy my own space and I completely zone out when I am knocked with a breakdown. The easiest one I do is completely deleting myself off social media for a period of time which explains a little about me not giving a shit. I don't like keeping people around and I like it, it's complicated and too much for me, too.

I love to help or teach people I know. That one is certain but I have become wicked of recent. I have evil people as course mates and I nearly hate more than half of them. * sprinkles pepper powder to their face and blows powder *

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Only few are real. I just want to disassociate with many as soon as possible, I have been keeping up and pretending for too long.

You can ask around to confirm, they know I don't like them and they also pretend they like me. I will write one day about that when I have the strength.

Writing about personal experiences is something I find fulfilling. I love to rant even if no one gives me attention. I love to talk to people I love to talk to. I am shy and outgoing at the same time. Only few people knows this. Lol.

Mental health is a significant focus for me. I have struggled with mental illness, but I didn't run mad. My nonfiction essays are often reflections of my mental state at the time. A lot of my essays are just things that pop into my head based on how or where I am mentally at that moment. I keep a daily journal, everything I wrote was based on how I was getting through the day or dealing with the situation. I feel like my best work in nonfiction comes when it is me talking from the heart.

My diary.

One time I had issue with a close person.

My goal is to share my writing and entertain readers. I welcome feedback and constructive criticism to help me improve as a writer. I also want to share my thoughts and feelings on this rollercoaster we call life. Maybe, just maybe, something I write will resonate with someone and they come back to give me more details so we can talk deeper about it.

This is what I feel like writing presently. You will read more later which is until further notice cause I don't know when, too but until then, enjoy reading what I write.

After publishing this, I know I will remember some things I should have said but I won't regret it.

Yours sincerely,

Rumaysah.