My multiple personality is not a disorder.
In all fairness, we all have multi-personalities and because we have mastered the art of revealing each personality for respective situations in an orderly manner we think we’re not fucked up too…
Maybe we're all fucked up! What if there's order in disorderliness. Or maybe disorderliness is really just complicated order that has just been frowned upon by little minds who fail to connect the dots and find beauty and art in disarray. Maybe we're all fucking puppets and it doesn't matter. Stay with me.
After years of pretending to be normal, I finally decided to love myself for the bundle of fuckedupness that I am and I discovered… Being fucked up isn’t so fucked up afterall! ☺ Focus!
One post won’t be sufficient to outline all shades of Kiki Mordi, but after a lot of scrutinization and elimination process, I’ve decided to unveil a few of my socially “acceptable” persons that live in my head and sip my brain juice! Aaargh! Down boy!
Ah yes, where was I? Let’s start with the “Convenient Igbo Girl”. Who’s this bad bitch and how can she change the world?