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 Welcome to "Surviving The African Parent"!

 I am ecstatic you decided to visit my blog. To celebrate its launch, there are three posts present on each page. However, from next week, expect a post on each page per week. Expect new updates every Wednesday by 12 A.M. West African Time. I encourage you to comment and air your views- I hope my blog can also serve as an outlet to all African teens that visit it. Unfortunately, I may not be able to respond to all comments at the appropriate time- or at all- because I attend boarding school and spend approximately nine out of twelve months there. Despite this though, my posts will always come in at the aforementioned time. 

At the end of each month, there will be a 'Tip for teens' and a 'Tip for parents' (should any decide to visit). Please do not be deterred from airing your views by the possible presence of parents, if they are here, it means they are eager to alleviate their relationship with their teen, so your comments will be helpful. 

Enjoy!

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  1. UnknownSeptember 15, 2020 at 1:27 AM

    This is amazing

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  2. UnknownSeptember 15, 2020 at 1:29 AM

    Can like follow or turn on notification cuuse I still don't really understand how this works.

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    1. FejiroSeptember 16, 2020 at 12:13 AM

      Please look above to the title bar.
      There is the option of subscribing to my blog. Thank you

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  3. UnknownSeptember 15, 2020 at 8:50 AM

    I really think this is influencial and can be a really fun way to bring teens together in these times. Keep up the good work

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