Ya’ll, my ovaries are dying like literally I mean, metaphorically. I’ve started to hyperventilate and somewhat started to exhibit symptoms of a mid life crisis. My African people, no, I am not dying of ovarian cancer [God forbid bad ting happen, *knock on wood*], neither do I have problems with my gonads. Matter of fact, they are working just fine, and for that we give glory to Baba God oo. I am highly blessed and favored with the worst crimson …