Confirmed! It is true.
If the news of my coming out were to ever be featured by media outlets – like, oh, you know, CNN, BBC, NTA, ABC, NBC, E!, and the likes – then I’d appreciate it if they use this headline. Thank you in advance. Now, let me rewind and explain things to you. You see, I started blogging six years ago. Yeap. It was sometime in January 2006 that I made contact with Blogville. I must have told this story so many times, but please, indulge me as I tell it again. An online friend sent me a link to her blog. I read it and was astounded that there was such an avenue for people to just write, and for other people to read and possibly comment. I did some research about it, and before you could say akara, I got myself a blog.
Since then, my blog has gone through so many different names, most of which I don’t even remember now. Like ‘Poles Apart’ and ‘I Talk Too Much,” and “My Life – Uncensored and Unscripted.” Now, it’s called Verastically Livin,’ and this is actually the longest I have kept a name. I guess I just had to have Verastic in it to make it right. One thing that has remained the same is my blogging name. From the very day I started till now, it has been Vera Ezimora. I’ve never used a pseudonym – not even Verastic. It started off as a personal blog – not overly so. At the time I got this blog, I did not know of any other bloggers apart from the online friend who introduced me to the world of blogging. When I started blogging, I don’t think I shared the link to my blog. If I did, I don’t remember. It was not a secret, but I just went there to write, and I did not think that people would be interested in reading and/or commenting.
Once one person left a comment, I was shocked. I clicked on the link and it took me to the person’s blog, also a Nigerian. She had links to other people’s blogs, and from there, I just clicked on one blog after the other. To say that I was amazed would be an understatement. That was how my relationship with other bloggers started.
I don’t know exactly when or how I became a popular blogger, but I noticed that people kept (and still keep) referring to me as such. I don’t think of myself as a popular blogger. Just a blogger. Now a veteran blogger, but a blogger nonetheless. That said, I’ve never hidden my ambition to be rich and famous, among many other things.
My blog and I are constantly trying to find our identity. I don’t like putting myself (or my blog) in a box because knowing myself, I am an all rounder, stay-for-all-seasons type of girl. I would blog about anything and everything. Religion. Love. Fashion. Sex. Career. Social Media. Parenthood. Relationships. Fame. Nigeria. Africa. United States of America. Health. Heaven. Hell. Wealth. God. Politics. Monday. Tuesday. Even Thursday. Name it. I’ll blog about it.
Before I started the show, I proudly referred to myself as an anonymous blogger. Since starting the show, I now refer to myself as a semi anonymous blogger. Really, if one tried hard enough, one would find me. I live in Baltimore, Maryland. My real name is Vera Ezimora. Turns out, there’s only one of me.
So why have I been any kind of anonymous? And why do I have this headline for my blog post now? I was anonymous because at the time I started writing publicly, I was quite young. I did not think anyone would take me seriously if they knew I was that young (I wrote – still write – a lot about relationships, love, etc). Before I put out my first article, I cleaned up my presence online. I erased every picture I put up on public forums (they really weren’t that much anyway). And since then, I have done all I can in my power to keep my pictures from appearing publicly. There are several pictures of me online, put up by other people, but I am not tagged to them, and there is no description stating that the person in the picture is Vera Ezimora. I’ve maintained my anonymity just because I can. Every year that I am anonymous, it becomes even harder to stop being anonymous because it’s been such a part of me.
A lot of people already know what I look like. They’ve either met me in person, stumbled upon my picture somewhere, or caught me on a good day when I sent them a picture myself. And now, I’m ready to stop being anonymous. There’s only one reason for this move: the set time is now. In the past, I’ve considered giving up my anonymity, but it’s never felt like perfect timing. Now it does, and I can’t say that I understand why. I’m being guided by my intuition. If there’s one thing I know to be always reliable, it’s a woman’s intuition. Well, that’s not completely true, but for the sake of this post (and my sanity), let’s assume it’s always true.
To everyone who tried to play reverse psychology on me by saying that I should prove I don’t have a low self esteem by putting up a picture, I throway yansh for all of you. You each owe me a pair of shoes for that move. Please contact me asap, so I can tell you which shoes I want. When I do unveil myself, I should tell you that the only comments you should leave me are ones that tell me how hot I am and how I’m the finest thing you’ve ever had the pleasure of laying your eyes on.
I’ve chosen Sunday, January 1st 2012 as my date to come out of the closet. I consider it to be a fresh start for the new year.