A third introduction?

“Why did I force you to click this link?”

“Why should I bother reading what you write?”

Questions, questions, questions… Answers that I absolutely do not have.

You probably have that look on your face.

But let me try to explain myself to you.

Bimbo and Binta were names an uncle of mine used to call my second sister and me whenever we visited my grandparents as kids. I honestly don’t remember who was who, but let’s just assume I was Bimbo. “Madam” because (un)fortunately… I am now twice the age I was back then.

“Would rather write” because, well, literally. I would only comfortably talk to you if we were siblings, family, or if we’d known each other for, like, three months. Once that three-month mark passes, don’t expect much. I usually assume being too talkative would drive people away, so I “talk,” but not a lot. Unlike extroverts—those hyper-annoying beings. I mean, why do you think I desperately want to listen to you for hours? (JK…mostly).

This space? Consider it an extension of my journal or a mental dump. Some days, I’ll just rush here and drop whatever jargon is on my mind. Other times, it’ll be quite serious articles. You know, for that future day when I’ll need to lie on a CV that I’m an excellent writer. When asked for proof, boom—I’ll just send a link to this Substack. I’ll call it “the archives of my thoughts.” Sounds official, right?

I would instantly lose such a job.

Here I will write on topics that come to mind, like… 💭 Personal opinions and experiences—I have one too many that you can learn from or you could simply just laugh at. ✨ Lifestyle—Even though whenever I leave the house, it’s usually just to one of the five places I ever go (two of those being church and the market).

💄Beauty—Even though my only “makeup products” are expired brown powders I took from my mother’s room while cleaning. (She told me to throw them away, but I swore they were still good because the containers were fancy.) Or the 200 naira eye pencils I bought impulsively a year ago, thanks to the demon on my shoulder convincing me I needed another one every time I left the house. Let’s not even talk about the concealers I bought and completely forgot about.

👗Fashion—Even though all I ever do is mirror my older sisters’ outfits (they’re actually quite fashionable, haha).

And of course, so much more that we’ll figure out along the way.

But you trust me, don’t you?

I know, I sound like that ex who swore they’d change after giving you a hundred reasons to bury the relationship. And yet, you gave them another chance—another chance to finish you off completely.

Now here you are, wondering why you should add “read from Mabel” to your to-do list every time I post. I’ve given you a few reasons, but if you’re still not convinced. Well, just assume I’m that ex asking for one more chance. I know that will work like magic.

So just stick around and give me a chance.

I mean… you read up to this point, so I am convinced you are already in love with me. hehe.