On a great day, the 1st of October 1998, I was born. It has always been a day of celebration in Nigeria ever since she gained her independence. It was a double celebration for my family, my dad was particularly happy as I was conceived at the very moment where all hope was lost. Eight years of barrenness is no joke, particularly for an Igbo man
I was named Chimamanda which means (my god will never fail). I was a blessing and as such, I became very dear to my parents.
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Growing up, I get everything I need, there's literally nothing I ever requested for that I don't get. I am always treated like a princess and never had I gotten a 'no' for an answer, it has always been 'yes'.
I am beautiful, intelligent, talented, elegant and rich. I am also proud, disrespectful and arrogant, I hate having a competitor.
Getting remarks such as beautiful and intelligent no longer intrigued me as I became conversant with hearing such complements. I think I'm perfect and I'm what anyone would love to be.
I have a beautiful family, wealthy parents and I am talented in music and writing.
Never have I come across someone who doesn't like me, or is attracted to me. It's either my beauty, my brains, my money or my talent. Whichever way, there's hardly anyone who doesn't like me.