I finally got the life I wanted. Then I changed my mind.
“Social media tells me that white walls are the new cool.” The year is 2021. I lie in bed, admiring my bedroom and what I’ve made of it. It’s not so much going on. Just my 4-by-6 bed, bedside drawer, wardrobe, fancy-looking shoe rack, and an L-shaped work station, all made out of maple-colored MDF. And then there are my blue satin curtains, which match my bedding. On the wall by my bed are fake petals — some red, some white — glued on in a moment of unbridled DIY genius. The three-bedroom bungalow is new, and I live in it with my grandparents in Ado-Ekiti, a slow, scenic antithesis of aspirational megacities. We moved in in 2019. At the time, there was hardly any furniture in the house, and my room was bare. Just the walls and my mattress thrown on the floor in a corner. It has taken me two years to finally set up a room nice enough to show off on the internet when I make my low-budget reels on my low-budget Samsung phone. I’m happy. Proud, even. Except for one thing. Social media tell...