Ahmad’s Diary #1: reintroductions, new-year-same-me, and why i'm here
It’s 6:31 pm on the 4th of January, 2025.
Typing that is so weird, what do you mean it’s 2025? Where are the flying cars and sentient robots and extended life spans?
All we have is one power-drunk maniac (Melon Husk), his apprentice (Tinubzy), and the people who still eat semo in this god-given new year (please, change).
It is well.
Anyway, hello guys, it’s been a long minute! I won’t even ask if you missed me, because you probably barely even remember who I am.
So, introductions are in order.
H̶i̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶r̶e̶,̶ ̶I̶’̶m̶ ̶A̶h̶m̶a̶d̶,̶ ̶a̶ ̶m̶i̶d̶d̶l̶e̶-̶a̶g̶e̶d̶ ̶w̶h̶i̶t̶e̶ ̶g̶a̶y̶ ̶w̶i̶t̶h̶ ̶a̶n̶ ̶u̶n̶d̶y̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶l̶o̶v̶e̶ ̶f̶o̶r̶ ̶c̶a̶c̶t̶u̶s̶ ̶p̶l̶a̶n̶t̶s̶.̶ ̶I̶ ̶a̶m̶ ̶a̶l̶s̶o̶ ̶m̶a̶r̶r̶i̶e̶d̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶a̶ ̶w̶o̶m̶a̶n̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶l̶i̶v̶e̶ ̶i̶n̶ ̶I̶b̶a̶d̶a̶n̶.̶
Hello, I’m Ahmad, a content creator living in Abuja, Nigeria. I’m in my early twenties — because a lady never reveals her true age, and this obviously applies to me even though I am a man — and I love Pringles, books, music, and the colour beige.
Introductions are so unnecessarily awkward, but I think it’s mostly in my head because most who meet me say I come off as confident and — according to one — “assertive”.
I used to write quite a bit on Medium circa 2022 when I would publish weekly, but life, capitalism and laziness got in the way and I stopped.
I’m starting again for reasons I will proceed to outline thusly (I love this word, thusly. I feel so bourgeoise saying it).
- I feel I have unfairly deprived you of my marvelous and quite frankly sonorous ramblings about my life and anxieties.
- Writing is becoming a chore because I do it so much for work, and I’m scared that I will start to hate it if I don’t tweak those parameters a bit.
- I want to build a community, so if you’re reading this, come close, and let me kiss your forehead.
There is also the fact that I am a creative who is rarely creative anymore, and I think this will provide an outlet for my less… stable musings.
Okay, so what will this be?
I intend for this to be an online journal of sorts, with an entry published monthly (I may change this but let’s see), think of it as the YouTube channel of a lifestyle blogger, but much smaller because I doubt many will read this. So, I will be talking about myself and my feelings and life a lot, because I am a self-centered prick.
If this is something you don’t mind putting yourself through, stunning.
If you are sick of me already and maybe didn’t even make it to this point, you don’t have sense and that’s why you are single.
Anyway, thats all for intros, this feels like the start of something fun.
It’s now 4:26 pm on the 5th of January, 2025, so, the next day.
I have a lot of systems in place to achieve my 2025 goals.
It’s mostly to-do lists (I have set daily, weekly, and monthly to-do lists), and reminders. Essentially, ways to track how my days go by because days turn to weeks turn to months turn to quarters turn to years…
2024 really made me realise how fast life will slip by you if you don’t plan, track, and work towards achieving your goals.
This is especially true for me as someone who has a taste for the finer things in life (i.e., not beer) and therefore, does not aspire to be a person of poverty, I need to get on my zoom.
Reading this back and I think I sound a tad bit anal, and if you don’t know me personally, you might be confused, so let me tell you that even before the whole new year bruhaha, I love having plans and systems and routines and to-do lists.
They keep me sane and help me track how I’m spending my time.
If I didn’t have organisational systems, both mental and physical, my procrastination and anxiety would probably pin me down and drink all my blood.
So, in a way, my “new” systems are only an intensification of existing ones.
Anyway, one of the items on my daily to-do is writing in this journal, so when I want to post, there is always something to publish.
This is why I’m here now. I think I’ll publish every second Monday, starting from tomorrow, so that’s roughly every two weeks, which should be doable for me.
This particular entry is a short one but it’s also kind of a reintroduction, so I think it’s fine.
Like that one situationship you just can’t let go of.
I know about it, dear, I’m with you.
Another thing I do daily is read, and I’ve been reading the Dune books, which if you know me, you know I’m obsessed with the books and movies.
I dislike the word “stan” but I will happily carry it on this matter.
There are about 22 books in total, so let’s see how far I make it this year, hm?
Later.
It’s now Monday, publishing day, and as I was formatting this on Medium, I decided I wanted a different name.
A new title for a new year.
I’ve always thought Dairy of a 20-something Nigerian was a bit clunky, but since this will be a diary of sorts, I’m going to call it one, just shorter.
Ahmad’s Diary.
I like it even more because the title of my blog at work is Ahmad’s Journal.
So there’s Ahmad’s Journal and Ahmad’s Diary.
One is more personal than the other, but both are still me.
Gosh, I’m too smart It’s actually a problem.
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