Osas Irianele: The King blogger. I come from a home of four kids with me as the first. I’m from Edo State but I have lived all my life in Lagos, a greater part of it in Ojota. I am a final year student of the department of mass communication, university of Lagos and I am a blogger.

Osas Irianele

Growing up

Growing up was quite interesting. My parents changed my primary school five different times until they got comfortable with their final choice. The most interesting one was the Airforce Base in Ikeja where I was a hunter after school. I stayed with the gateman and his family and they taught me how to hunt for bushmeat, I think my parents feared that I would change my future ambition from becoming a doctor to becoming a hunter so they changed my school.

I was very playful at home till I got into secondary school, I was required to read a whole lot and still spend time in the kitchen learning how to cook. Eventually, I got too addicted to reading books that were not my school books. I could read three novels in a day and read intro tech in between so it wouldn’t seem like I wasn’t serious with school. I also changed secondary school thrice.

life

My parents taught me to depend on God first and myself next. All the things I saw around me made me know that entitlement and full dependency on other people shouldn’t be among the first fifty things I should be known for. They also taught me the value of friendships. The way they loved and adored their friends was really beautiful.

Living up to being the “star child” can be pressurizing. Being the first child came with a lot of challenges because it put me in a spotlight I didn’t appreciate. I was the kid other parents in the compound and in church compared their children to. Deep down, I really really wanted to be an agbero but I had to be prim and proper. When they gave other children in church five verses to memorize, they would give me ten to fifteen and then use me as the yardstick to measure as per ‘star child’. I hated it a lot. 

Teenage years

When I became a teenager, I became a rascal but still maintained my position as the star child so that when people were reporting to my parents, they would add that “she still has respect though, she’ll outgrow her stubbornness.” It always reduces the beatings. 

As i mentioned earlier, my parents wanted me to be a doctor. The day I picked art class, hell was let lose in my house, I told my dad I wanted to be a lawyer so he would calm down. When I picked mass comm on my jamb form, he whined a whole lot and my mother laughed through it. 

Blogging

I started blogging out of boredom. And I saw that the blogosphere was not as explored as the others. I loved the ‘blogger’ title and I loved to write. I used blogging as an escape from reality, the stories I created were just to make sure that I still had an active imagination. An eventful day i will never forget, was the day my mom chose my current blog name out of the options I gave her because she said she liked the wahala it would cause.

The journey has not been easy. Being female and being told it’s a man’s world. The one time that I wanted to write a script for a short film in 2016, the producer told me that I would be paid #5,000 and no credit would be given to me. I told him no and walked away.

Osas Irianele

Osas Irianele

The saddest day of my life was the day my mum was buried. I didn’t think anything could be worse than her death until I saw the family members who wrote her off crying and attempting to jump into the grave for show. I just stood there holding my siblings saying “wow wow wow wow. Such amaze” because it looked and felt like they had amnesia and they couldn’t remember what they had done and said to her while she was sick. Their actions had more effect on me than the death itself. 

I believe in networking. My message to youths is simple: It’s hard but it will only get better. Make as much connections as you can because you will need them eventually. Don’t ever for once think that God isn’t a huge part of every step that you take.

~ Osas Irianele

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