I was raised in a colossal maternal family.

With loads of aunties pampering me being an orphan.

While I was navigating the grief, they thought I needed more princely treatments.

To a point where I insisted them to take to ice cream shops midnight in a small town.

Well, to these ventures my aunties prayed that God should grant me a prince with an ice cream factory.

Haha😄

Imagine, a 10 years old weaving future aspirations based on what only her husband could do for her.


And I grew up a distorted, expecting, and materialistic youngster waiting for a princely man to sweep me up to his “ice cream factory palace😀

But reality is always paradoxical.