So, picture this: it’s the early hours of July 25th, 2024, and I’m just chilling in the womb, but something tells me it’s time to make my debut.
I wasn’t in any rush at first—why hurry when I was so comfy in Mom’s womb? But in the early hours of that day, I decided to spice things up. I started kicking around, making sure everyone knew I was ready to make my debut.
Mom wasn’t exactly thrilled with the sudden discomfort, but hey, a guy’s got to do what a guy’s got to do! So, off we went to the hospital, with the car blasting “Ozeba Ozeba” by Rema on repeat, my parent’s vibing to the beats as they navigated through the streets. As soon as they got to the hospital, I thought, “Nah, let’s keep them on their toes.” So I took a little chill pill, and decided to snooze for a while—my arrival could wait till evening.
Now, while I was napping, everyone else was in a bit of a tizzy. My parents, grandparents, and just about everyone who knew I was on the way started to panic. Prayers were going up like crazy—”Dear God, bring Adam out safe and sound!” But me? I was just snoozing away, living the good life inside, sucking on my thumb, without a care in the world.
Fast forward to around 6 PM, and I figured it was time to get the show on the road. I started kicking again. The labor room was prepped for my epic entrance, and the nurses who’d been there all day were hyped—they weren’t about to miss the main event before their shift ended. When I finally made my grand entrance, it was a scene! My father was over the moon, Grandma was rolling on the floor with joy, and Mom? She held me close with tears of happiness streaming down her face.
Now, by tradition, August 1st was supposed to be my naming ceremony, but there was this nationwide protest scheduled for the same day. Can you believe it? So, they moved the big day to September 1st.
As of today, I’m already over a month old, and boy, have I been busy. My daily schedule is packed with sleeping like a pro, gulping down milk like a champ, and, of course, getting my diaper changed about seven times in 24 hours. Oh, and I make sure to wake up 2 to 3 times in the middle of the night to keep Mom on her toes—got to make sure I get my fill!
Life’s pretty sweet so far, and I’ve got big plans to keep everyone entertained. After all, with a name like Adam Aremu, Snr Trump, you know I’m destined for greatness!
