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 Hey! I'm Fejiro and I am super excited you decided to visit my blog. Surviving the African Parent is an outlet I decided to create for African teens who have trouble with their parents but can't talk about it with them. 

These struggles are usually uber relatable to most African teens and can be funny to talk about. They may be annoying and really frustrating, but hey! they stem from our culture, and help shape us into the world changers that are all over the planet. 

I hope talking about my experiences at home, how I handled them (the successes and the goofs) will encourage you to share and inspire others to do so as well. 

Surviving the African Parent will also feature stories and tips on siblings, friendship, hobbies, travel, anything a typical African teen is likely to encounter in the course of their teenage hood and beyond. 

The sub pages in the 'more' option are Teen Agony and Inspiration. In the first, I will be giving tips to handle certain situations as well as stories about my challenges. In the other, I will be posting memes and quotes I hope resonate with you.

So, who's ready to listen to my tales of weathering the teenage African storm?

I hope you stick around!😁





Contact Me

Survivingtheafricanparent@gmail.com


 

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