Naomy's memoir

So, you started this series months ago on Instagram, but this morning, something shifted. You woke up feeling that this space, your blog, needed you. Blogging has always been your first love; you can never outgrow it. So here you are, dusting off the keyboard, ready to spill. Let’s talk about this season of your life: the season where you decided to add “Dr.” to your name. But first, a master’s degree. You chose a private university in Nigeria, paid the fees yourself—because, girl, at this point, you are nobody’s mate. You are even the first in your immediate family to attempt a Masters degree, nobody should play with you. Then came the reality: seminars, literary texts to critique, and endless papers. And you paused. “Is this doctorate dream even possible like this?” But you never start what you can’t finish. So you keep going. First semester exams? Done. It wasn’t easy—juggling exams, your writing job, and a 9-5 almost took you out, but you’re still standing. Now, let’s get into...