A quick message to the non-adults; don’t do it! It’s a set up.

This thing called adulting is extremely hard. I think my parents and every adult I came across as a child owe me both an apology and a serious explanation for not informing me of the full responsibilities and works that come hand-in-hand with being an adult. They set me up for the adult life and I wasn’t even given a say in it.

Growing up, I have always wanted to be years older so as to fit in with my siblings and my cousins as well as their friends.

I remember too well the remarks they would make; “you’re not old enough”,” you’re too young to understand”,” it’s for adults only”,” you’re underage” etc (you get the draft) and I remember each time they said those, I would be extremely upset and I would talk to Georgina or Violet about it, depending on who had my time at the moment. (Georgina and Violet were my dolls. Georgy was named after my very first best friend from my infant days whom I lost contact with when we moved, so in case you’re reading this, please hit me up!).

But here I am many years later and with stress in my eyes and a kink in my back I admit, adulting is hard.


This is something I’m confident to say I’m not alone in. I know many fresh adults sometimes sit and realize how great the burden of adulthood brought along with it when it came knocking. I remember being 17 and waiting anxiously to turn 18 and then to turn 19. Now I’m 20 and I pause. I was so eager to become older that I didn’t give myself the chance to truly experience the years that were supposed to be fun and carefree. Adulting isn’t as easy as they make it look and here are a few reasons why.



As you get older, these quadruple in number at an exponential rate! For me, it meant having to own up to even the littlest of mistakes and having to think things through before actions because each choice made would reflect in the near or distant future and that meant being extra aware so as to avoid the “had I known” scenarios.


Also becoming an aunt last year gave me more responsibilities (this isn’t my baby, so if it was I wonder how I would cope. Big ups to you sissy! You’re doing an excellent job!), like having to be the ‘adult figure’ in charge when my sister had to work and having to enforce rules and stand firm when I’m used to being the ‘fun, easy going’ one (sometimes), and having to be able to think fast and act smart – one day I was with the baby and she stuck something into her mouth when I looked away for a second and started choking. I went all 911 paramedics/ emergency team on her in a split second and this resulted in cracking my phone screen, but I didn’t care because getting whatever she swallowed out of her was priority.


In life, we have to make a lot of choices and everyday too. Sometimes I wish I was 4 again and didn’t have to worry about things and have my mummy make all the choices for me from what breakfast should be to what I will do for a day. But most-times I’m grateful for the power of choice. I’ve had to make some life altering choices and I’m in the process of discovering if they were the right or wrong choices.

Living up to expectations/ norms


You’re expected to know all of a sudden what you want to do in life and where you want to head and they should be in line with the expectations people the world has for you. You have to get a degree, serve for a year, get a masters degree and get a job. Oh and don’t forget about getting married and starting a family and thinking about a Phd or becoming a professor. The world must know you’ve arrived and achieved the regular things set out for you.

Relationships Ending


I’ve had my fair share of this believe me. By relationships, I don’t only mean dating but also friendships and they hurt. That doesn’t mean they only start at adulthood, but that they’re more disappointing then. This is because as you become older, you tend to expect more from people and they tend to drop your expectations. I’m guilty of this but that doesn’t make it any easier.

Life in general 

You can only explain so much. Life in general happens when adulting begins. It has it’s ups and downs but in all, it’s a necessary part of life and I must say, I’m getting a hang of it. 


What are your takes/ experiences on adulting?

5 thoughts on “Adulting!

  1. I can so relate to everything here. I remember when I was younger and my mom picked out my clothes.. I hated the fact that she picked some of my clothes I wanted to wear what some other kid wore..I was praying to grow up really fast lol. But it’s not easy o! I’m the first child and I must say it’s hard. Sometimes I just want to lock myself in my room and not give a damn about anyone else in the house of cook for or take care of. They lied to us!!!!!

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  2. Wish we could turn back time, to the good ol’ days,
    When our momma sang us to sleep but now we’re stressed out.
    Stressed Out – Twenty One Pilots.


  3. I totally relate to this, this adulting thing is hard, especially when you’re the first child there’s just so much responsibilities and everyone is looking up to you. I wanna be six again.


    1. I thank God I don’t have such pressure. But there’s a little being the last child and having to finish on a great note like the others or meeting or surpassing the bar set by my siblings.
      Thanks for stopping by.


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