Welcome to my ghost town of a blog 😉. It’s been seven months since I last posted. Yes, I know I can do better.

As always, please ignore any grammatical error 😏

In my year 2020 review post, I wrote that I got two more inks while Oma didn’t come through. Well, she has done it. Which is why I’m doing this post because she said that I have to set the record straight on my blog which came as a surprise because I actually didn’t know that she read my blogpost.

We’d reached an agreement earlier in the year that she will get her ink whenever I’m in town and we agreed to have it when I came in for my oga’s wedding ceremony.

We did a little back and forth with what to get: she sent some images and I chose one which is also the one she intended going for in the first place.

I got to town and I was staying at a friend’s place on the island. Luckily, the tattoo palace is within the same estate as my friend’s place.

She came a little bit late, shout out to Lagos traffic for that.

We settled in, worked on the design she’s getting.

Apparently, she had gotten inked before but it was a very long time ago according to her. So, it’s like a new experience for her.

The session started and I was on my moral support duty: hand holding. She squeezed the life out of my left hand.

My moral support skill should be a 9/10 or 8/10 and I’d get a 7 if my support skill is being accessed by a Nigerian lecturer. You know how those lecturer use to put it “100 is for “God”, 90 is for me or is it the other way round.”

The artist said it would only take about 30 minutes but it took much longer while I keep telling Oma that it’s almost done at every point in time. Even when it’s not halfway 😏

The inking was almost over when I had to dash out to go attend to something. I came back and she was just rounding up. After the inking, she got pierced as well with me holding her two hands.

I didn’t rule out the possibility of ending up getting another one myself in spite of the fact that I was just going to be there for moral support. Well, I didn’t get because her session finished around past 7 in the night.

She joked about having me around whenever she wants to have a baby 🤷‍♂️. Well, I have always known that I won’t be bad in that aspect, judging by my experience over a decade ago with my late sister when she had her second child.

After Oma’s session, we did hung out for a while.

My memory do play tricks on me, so I had to jot some of the things that happened so that I’d have a near-perfect account of the day. I have had this in draft for almost six months now but keep forgetting about it.