Half a Year, a Thousand Lives

As I brushed my teeth this morning, eyes half-closed and half-functioning, getting ready for my blood test because my doctor is slightly concerned that I have, in fact, been falling sick almost every month since the year started, I realized it is June 30th. Just June, except it feels like I’ve lived an entire decade in the space of these six months. I was telling someone a few days ago that I cannot believe we are still in June. Do you know all I have done in June alone? Lol. All of this has led me to say, quite unequivocally, that the first half of this year has been nothing short of… interesting. Many things don happen, mehn. As we say in Yorùbá, Ọ̀rọ̀ pọ̀ nínú ìwé kọ́bọ̀. Some you already know. Some you don’t, because the NDA I signed with myself, for myself, very strictly prevents me from sharing them with anyone but me. But my, oh my. I have done insane things since the year started, and so have insane things been done to me, and I have been stretched in every possible direction.…