5 Facts About Me
It’s 8:45 AM. My boyfriend left to go to work about an hour ago, and since he’s been gone, I’ve been incredibly bored. I decided that I could use this down time before I head to the gym as blog pre-writing time. I’ve already drafted my first post (even though my website hasn’t even been constructed at this point) and I decided this next post should be a “Get to Know Me” or “Five Facts About Me” type of deal. So here goes nothing! Let me know if we share any similarities.
1. I am a Child of God. Yes, this means I’m a Christian. No, this does not mean I’m judgmental. In fact, I would like to think I’m quite open-minded. For most of my life, I grew up in a “traditional church manner” if you will. Sunday morning church, Sunday School, and maybe even stay for the second service. The only difference was that my family never had a church home. We bounced from church to church, stayed for maybe a year or two, and then my parents would find something off with the place and we’d start going somewhere else. I guess my parents eventually concluded they’d never find a church in the South to replace their home church up North, so when my sister (we’ll touch on this momentarily) and I started playing travel sports that required practices and/or tournaments on Sundays, we pretty much stopped going altogether. On our Sundays off we sometimes did an at-home bible study. Honestly, I can count on one finger how many times I’ve stepped foot in a church since coming to college.
Which brings me to the topic of my faith in college. I still don’t have a church home. The church groups on my college campus are such fundamentalists that they condemn people who don’t come to every meeting, event, bible study, prayer conference, et cetera. Every little thing, such as going to class instead of their meetings, is considered sin to them. Hell, they’d probably think I’m a reckless sinner just by sleeping in the same bed as my boyfriend. They had such a bad reputation they had to change their name -and the new name included the word “reformed.” Not my lane.
So how do I express my faith? By attempting to be as nice to others as possible and living the Lord’s positive teachings. I’m very much so a “do unto others” and “love one another” type of Christian. Not a “you’re going to Hell if you keep that lifestyle” one. Who am I to tell someone whether God accepts them and loves them when God says he loves nearly unconditionally in the Bible, you know? As far as studying, I use the resources I have. The Internet connects me to pastors such as Tony Evans, and I listen to his sermons online. I do bible plans on the Bible app, the latest of which is called “An Attitude of Gratitude.” I’m going to incorporate a Scripture of the Week series here on my website just as I did on my YouTube videos. Who knows? It could be something one of you all needs to hear for that day.
2. I am one of five daughters. Meaning I have 4 sisters -three older than me, and one younger than me by one minute. My oldest two sisters, Felice and Jennifer, are from my dad’s first marriage. Since they lived up North and we moved down South when I was quite young, we didn’t get to grow up with them, so to be completely honest I don’t know much about their lives, how they grew up, and their passions. I’m excited that Jennifer has come to spend Christmas with us two years in a row now, and that we got to see Felice and my cute little nephew when we went to New Jersey this past summer. We’re trying to get all five daughters together for Christmas 2018 -I’ll update you all on how that goes. I do know that Felice works in a medical center and Jennifer is a self-employed social media mogul. I’m sure she won’t mind me dropping her Instagram at-name, which is @jennifermichellem. She has a blog and is a brand ambassador for ItWorks! who specialize in a myriad of health, wellness, and fitness related products. She also has her own online boutique called Est. Her Boutique (IG: @shop.eh.boutique and website: www.ehboutique.com).
The next oldest is Shayonna. She is my mom’s first child, but we don’t have the same dad. So technically Shay, Jennifer, and Felice are my “half-sisters,” but I don’t believe in all those arbitrary distinctions. They’re just my sisters. Shay and I used to butt heads, you all. We couldn’t stand each other growing up. Secretly, it was because I always looked up to her; I wanted to do what she was doing, hang out with her friends, everything. But being five years younger than her, I couldn’t. Once she got married and moved to Hawaii (my brother is in the Army), our bond got stronger. We still butt heads here and there, but she’s my sister and I love her. We FaceTime each other EVERYDAY. She has her own photography business, and she’s so talented with what she does. She’s currently based around Colorado Springs, but will soon be relocating, so if you’re interested in a session, here’s her IG and website: @shaymiddletonphoto and www.shaymiddletonphotography.com.
I bet you’re wondering why I threw in that bit about having a sister younger than me by a minute. Do I mean a literal minute or a more metaphorical minute? Literal. Yes, I am a twin. You’d never know that I was a twin though. We look nothing alike. I favor my mom with my dad’s skin tone, and she favors our dad with our mom’s skin tone. So yes, we are fraternal, although so many people seem to think we do look alike. Anyway, she’s my best friend, always has been, and always will be. We used to be so attached at the hip that we’re known collectively as the “Mason Twins.” Not Kaylah and Kylah. Not just Kaylah. Not just Kylah. When we went home for Christmas break, my middle school principal didn’t even recognize me without Kaylah in tow. We went to different colleges our freshman year, but she hated where she was at because it was pretty much like being in the town we’re from, so she transferred to the school I picked out (haha). Being separate allowed us to figure out who we are exclusively from one another, and even though we’re still very close (I mean, we have a whole apartment together so we’ve gotta be), we no longer feel like we have to be with each other every waking moment of every day. For once in our lives, we have separate friend groups, which is nice. We’re now known as just Kaylah and just Kylah. Not as a collective unit. The move was nice though, because Kaylah now gets to study Nursing at one of the best if not the best schools for nursing in Georgia. If blogging and my major don’t work out for me, I know I’ll have sisters with moneyyyyy.
Those are all my biological sisters, but I have to throw in my sister from another mister, Astrid. We were roommates after I switched dorms my freshman year of college, and we’ve been best friends ever since. She’s been there through so much: heartbreaks, issues with my other friends, and working with slackers during group projects. We don’t get to talk to each other as much anymore because we’re both so busy with school and work (she’s an International Business major and currently works as a supervisor at Chic-fil-a), but I know I can call her up at any time to talk and she’ll be there. She’s a saucy Ecuadorian, and she’s single-handedly the reason Duolingo claims I’m 35% fluent in Spanish. She’s also single and ready to mingle, so hit her up. If you’re reading this, Astrid, I miss you already and I’m typing this only a day after the last time I saw you. I still miss our four a.m. chats and you trying to teach me bachata. And I still need to see your new apartment, so you better get cleaning.
3. I am an Accounting major. Honestly truly, I picked this major from out of my bootyhole. I came into college as an English major. Like I said in my first post, I love to write, and I also love to read, so I thought English would be great for me. I learned quickly that even though I loved reading and writing, I didn’t want to tarnish that love by doing it for a living. So I declared myself a Business Administration major. My mom always said, “When in doubt, choose a business degree.” I started taking the lower division courses everyone has to take to get into my school’s program: Information Systems, Microeconomics, Macroeconomics…and then came Introduction to Financial Accounting. My first week in class I sat looking at the PowerPoints like, “What in the world is going on here? What is this mess? It’s hard.” I kid you not, during the middle of class I logged into my student account and changed my major to Accounting. That night, I texted The Gurlzzzz, aka the group message with my mom, Shay, and Kaylah, telling them I’d changed my major. My mom asked me, “Why Accounting?” I answered, “Because it’s the only class that has challenged me since I’ve been in college.” At that time, I’d been in college for two semesters. Accounting is still the hardest set of courses I’ve taken, and I’m entering my second to last semester of actual course work. (I’m on track to either graduate this December, or to “stay” another semester and do an internship. I don’t yet know what I’ll do.)
4. I’m allergic to peanuts. I believe I’m also allergic to cashews. Being allergic to nuts sucks because 1) I could never have Chic-fil-a since they cook in peanut oil, 2) because I (and Kaylah -we’re both allergic) have to try to stay as far away from nuts as possible, and 3) because I’m a vegetarian. Nuts are an excellent source of protein, but since I can’t eat them or don’t want to take the risk on the ones I may or may not be allergic to, I have to rely a lot on processed vegetarian and vegan foods. Once I’m out of college, working, and have a little more disposable income, I’ll definitely try to wean myself off of processed foods almost entirely. But yes. I envy you all that know the taste of those glorious waffle fries. They smell so good. I can even smell them right now, and I’m just sitting in my bedroom…
5. I have a boyfriend. This isn’t news considering I’ve spoken about him in this very post. But I really like him. I’d only technically had two other “boyfriends” before him, amongst loads of guys left in the “talking” stage, but I consider him my first real boyfriend and first real relationship. We’ve been together for ten(?) months now. Our anniversary date is actually one topic we disagree on. I claim that we made things official in April of 2017, while he says I was his girlfriend (maybe just in his mind, hehe) in March of 2017. I’ll let him “win” this time, though, because we will be celebrating our one year anniversary on March 26, 2018. We’ve been together for a hot little minute.
Details about him? Oh, he’s Nigerian. And not the “I have Nigerian roots” or “My parents are Nigerian but I was born and raised in the US” type of Nigerian. Nope. He was born and raised there. He only came to the states to go to college. It’s cute though. I love his accent, and how it gets even thicker when he’s bantering with his friends or watching soccer, specifically when Manchester United (his favorite team) is losing. Or even just when Fellaini is playing. I love that there’s certain American restaurants and shops he’s never visited before and that I can introduce to him. He’d never had Sonic until last summer, and he’d been in the States since I believe 2014. He loves Sonic now. He likes the watermelon and pineapple slushies. I always get either an M&M Sonic Blast, or a Blue Raspberry Slushie with Nerd Candies. I’m sure there’s a bunch of things he’d introduce me to if we ever visited Nigeria together.
He’s smart. He’s currently a Biology major and graduates this May. He’s going to medical school. He doesn’t know exactly what type of doctor he wants to be, but I think he’d do great in pediatrics. He might not admit it, but he has a soft spot for kids.
Will he eventually move back to Nigeria? And if we’re still together, would I go with him? Who knows. We’re taking our relationship one day at a time. No need to rush anything. We’ll cross that bridge when we get there.
I know this was a long one, but I hope you enjoyed learning a bit more about me.
Write you little lovelies later,
XO Ky M.