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BEGINNING OF THE BEGINNINGS

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    Uwanzy
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    So guys I bring to you a banger ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

     

    📖 Chapter One: Beginning of the Beginning

     

    > Hi guys 🤗

     

    It’s your girl Uwanzy 🫠 and like I said — welcome to my world.

     

    You see, before the glow, before the confidence, before the girl you see now who’s writing stories and chasing dreams… there was a beginning.

     

    Let’s rewind.

     

    My parents?

    Mr. Paul Peter and Mrs. Olabisi Usange.

    Funny they’re both not sharing the same surname right? 😂

    Welcome to my world 🫠

     

    I call them mummy and daddy.

     

    Mummy is the quiet disciplinarian — no need for shouting, just one deadly glance and everybody behaves.

    Daddy? 😂 He’s the noisy disciplinarian. We weren’t really scared of him like that, but once he starts his madness… omo just quietly disappear because it’ll take a while before it ends.

     

    They’re both spiritual — mummy is the “fire fire deliverance” type 🔥 while daddy is the “repent and give your life to Christ” type.

     

    I don’t have too many memories of mummy when I was small because she was always busy — civil servant by day, seamstress by evening, and still found time to sell provisions. But despite all that, she was present.

     

    Daddy on the other hand was there a lot. I still remember how he used to bathe us like we were tiles 😭🤣 Scrub your skin like he’s washing cloth, soap in your eye and he’s still scrubbing.

     

    From mummy, I learned the power of education — just by watching her hustle and interact with people, it was clear knowledge is key.

     

    From daddy, I learned how to be independent, bold, strong… and how to laugh and play, even when things aren’t perfect. God, that man is playful. I miss those days.

     

    Now let’s talk about how I showed up in this world 😌

     

    According to my folks, I was born near a school — so anytime I’m disturbing the house, they’ll be like “no wonder she talks too much, she was born near students” 😅

     

    Another deep one was about my grandmother passing shortly before I was born. I heard she was foaming when she died, and weirdly, when I was born I was also foaming from the mouth. It scared my parents — especially my mum.

     

    She always says raising me was a spiritual assignment 🥺

    That without God, I wouldn’t have survived. And honestly, looking at my journey… she’s right.

     

    Oh and my name — Unwana — means bright.

    Mummy always calls me her good luck charm because the same month I was born, she got her government job and things started getting better.

     

    I’m their light 🌟

     

    I was born and raised in… Lagos.

    Well, actually Ogun State — but Lagos and Ogun na twin states jare 😅

     

    My first ever address (and I’ll never forget it) was:

    No. 26 Olokesusi Street, Ope-Ilu, Agbado, Ifo LGA, Ogun State.

     

    That’s where I started picking up traits I didn’t even realize I had till I got older.

     

    The environment? Livelyyyy 😩✨

    That’s where this my extrovert spirit comes from. Every day had its own episode — drama, fun, wahala. Even though my parents hardly let us go out, the few times we did? PURE JOY.

     

    The area smelled like roasted fish most of the time because of all the fish vendors around. Vibes everywhere 😂

     

    People in that community? You’ll never understand unless you lived there.

    One moment everybody’s laughing and sharing food, next moment they’re fighting over who didn’t return spoon 😭

     

    One thing that stood out in our home though — faith.

    We went to church like it was part of breathing. Unless you’re literally on drip in the hospital, just get dressed and go 😂

     

    Mummy’s anthem whenever things were tough was always:

    “Everything will soon be alright.”

    That line used to annoy us sometimes, but now I get it. She wasn’t just saying it — she was hoping it into existence. And somehow, it always did get better.

     

    I think the first time I realized I was different was when mummy bought me and my sisters the same type of shoes. It looked terrible on all of them 😩 my sister even cried to return hers.

     

    But when I wore mine…? E choked 😌✨

    I looked good. I felt good. For once, I wasn’t comparing myself to their smooth hair or pretty skin tones. That shoe fit like it was made for me.

     

    That day, I knew I had something special too — even if it was in a funny way.

     

    So yeah, that’s my beginning.

     

    The beginning of the beginning.

     

    If you’ve read this far… welcome to my world. We’ve got more stories to tell. And believe me, it only gets deeper from here.

     

    — Uwanzy

     

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