No one knows me like myself, and I think it’s the right time to give my readers an insight into my life!
Some of you have been here since my very first blog post ‘Men are trash?‘ and some of you are just starting this journey with me and Y’all I have TOPICS for 2019 so just make sure you stick around.
Before I get into anything can I repeat for the 1000th time I wasn’t born in London, I was born in Aylesbury, My mother and two brothers are all from west London ACTUALLY the whole of my mums side of the family is from West London, little ole me I’m Aylesbury born I’ve just grown up in between country life and city life and my mothers side is Grenadian.
My father now, bmt I’ve heard so many stories I don’t know what to believe anymore, Born in Guyana, moved to Nottingham to live with his father and then moved to London where he has resided for pretty much all of my life, Northwest repping, but my father is a very talented man in the music industry which has had opportunities to play shows around the Caribbean with his band, and has spent months out of the U.K while working and living his best life, my fathers side is Guyanese, Bajan and Jamaican.
When people ask me where I’m from I just say London because it’s easier than saying Aylesbury when I used to say Aylesbury I had to keep explaining where it was ” 45 minutes out of London, one hour tops if you drive slow, near Bicester Village, Milton Keynes” And after saying all of that I’d just be like “Aylesbury prison” Everyone knows that prison, such a shit reputation who wouldn’t honestly?
Being in between two places all the time I became very familiar with West London and Northwest London very quickly, my mother started letting me go London by myself from the age of 13/14, before anyone thinks (iRrESponSIble MoTHer) first of all NO, no she wasn’t, I have family in London so it was me more time to visit family, I always had my phone on me at all times, nothing ever went wrong, someone would always be at the other end to collect me, I’ve been using TFL I knew my way around, I wasn’t shy if I got lost I’d ask, and then when I got to around 15 I did whatever the fuck I wanted really, visited friends, family, found myself chilling around east London more and more, I used to be everywhere.
For my own sanity, I will not be revealing everything.
Let’s get into it…
For those of you that are my true supporters, I wrote a blog just over a year ago about ‘broken families‘ and it pretty much describes my life as a young human going through heartbreak at such a young age, everything in that blog is true, my heart still hurts till this day but I’m GROWN now.
I had a ‘Stepdad’ introduced into my life so early, did I like it? No, absolutely not, no matter what my dad has done, he’s still my dad and no one else can replace that or even create a similar bond but that’s me, everyone is different I know some kids that call their stepdads ‘dad’ makes me feel a bit queezy but really what is my own, whenever someone asks ‘Do you have a stepdad?’ I kindly reply no and will replace it as ‘That’s my mum’s husband but not my dad’ I don’t know it makes me feel really ill, but some people don’t know any better for my new friends they’d ask and I nip it in the bud real quick, but for my friends that I’ve had for years they know what it is, they can tell the placebo from the real g, I even look like my dad as much as I hate to admit it I do.
I really grew to dislike to hate my dad real quick and if you read the broken families blog, you will be able to tell why very quickly, lies, fake promises I’ve had it all I’m now 20 now (21 soon come♥) We both don’t have a solid relationship as dad and daughter. I learnt roughly around the age of 10 that it wouldn’t happen, I’ve had siblings find me through facebook and tell me we’re related instead of my own father telling me, I found out around seven years old, I had an older sister and younger brother, I’m still shaking till this day.
On my mothers side of the family, I have 2 older brothers, these are the only siblings I’ve claimed from birth till now, ones 28 and the oldest 30, I can’t lie my brothers made my childhood despite the pain with everything else a blast, we had so much fun, being the youngest sibling and a girl it had its perks♦ We literally did everything together, when my oldest brother passed his driving test, we did trips upon trips, my other brother used to take me to house parties when I was like 8, take me to his basketball games, but please we can argue and sometimes me I LOVE a good argument, me and my middle brother used to argue all the time, maybe because we were both left-handed and used to sit right next to each other for dinner or maybe both petty, my oldest would never get involved, just turn off really but when my brothers used to argue, me and my mouth we’d be their front and centre ‘SHUTUP BOTH OF YOU’ I just hated unwaranteed noise and their arguements would be pointless. However my mum, my brothers and the rest of that side of the family no matter how much we argue they’re my anchors for real, me personally I would’ve had millions of breakdowns without them but like real g’s they’ve kept me afloat.
On my father’s side I have….wait for it…. 5 siblings, FIVE SIBLINGS, I knew about 3 of them, the other two the great creator of Facebook made a social site so it could glue people together, till this day the message I received on that site will shake my bones till death…I knew about 3 siblings but the only reason I claimed my brothers on my mum’s side so much is that they lived with me, I saw them day in day out, they were THERE, the others were there but not there, do you get it? Hopefully, Y’all do. There’s so much to this story but it wouldn’t sit easy for me being all over the internet when this isn’t anyone’s fault apart from my fathers, and my other 5 siblings I have love for them I really do, but it’s the way things came about which just startled me a lot, hopefully, one day we can have a bond.
Apart from all that, my growing up was good, Y’all I was a girl youngest in charge I pretty much got everything I wanted, I had the bodyguards that protected me and till this day still do, look out for me, I had my mum who’s clothes was my tissues when I wanted to cry, this isn’t a fact but might as well be I think I cried so much when I was younger I have no tears left to cry in my older age, and it’s sad because sometimes I want to bawl out in tears but all I get is one tear drop…pftt…pathetic.
Let me tell you, I was a good as gold in school, it was when I reached secondary school and college everything and I mean EVERYTHING went downhill, like in junior school I was a boffin like I remember one day I was riding to school and I got out of my street and my tire went FLAT, fam the way I was crying in the middle of the road because I was going to be late for school loooooool, I chucked the bike back in the shed like it wasn’t brand new, how can transport that I relied on to make me late, but secondary school was my prime time, so in my secondary school in each year there were 8 form classes one was called disc and the other shit side was called over, put the words together you’ll get discover, whewww clever.
I was in S the best form ever so obviously in year 7 it’d be 7s, year 11 it’d be 11s and just to put it out there to any of my past school aquaintances disc was the best side of the year, you ‘over’ lot kiss my teeth, you lot didn’t know about trouble if it was spelt out. Personally, I loved school, I made some good 5-year friendships, and I said what I said some of you were just five-year friendships. My first day of year 7 was just uneasy I was in ‘over’ for two seconds before I transferred to disc I figured I didn’t want to learn French, didn’t want to learn Spanish either but it is what it is, I settled with Spanish, learnt about 6 words in two years was quite proud because I’m pretty sure I saw my Spanish supply teacher more in two years than my actual teacher, the poverty.
Anyways my first school day was uneasy, those school kids that used to scowl at me like we went to school at the zoo, long story short I got bullied for like four weeks till my brothers found out, these man said they were going to the school, I was really calculating in my mind thinking you can’t actually do that, but the big mouth I had it stayed close my mind was shouting at me like ‘LET THEM DO THE TING’ Honestly I don’t even know how it stopped, but me and those man came friends and that’s when our form turned upside down, because we were all trouble, first day of year 7 I got slapped with anger management classes, did I go though? No, no I did not, it was in my time and not theirs and that can’t run.
Another thing that just made school uneasy was my form tutor, I had a dislike for teachers but my dislike for him, he was top of my list, you know those teachers that come to you about punctuality, this man could never in his wildest dreams come to me about lateness or anything, school is 5 days a week, how can you be late 5/5 days a week, not once but FIVE, EVERY FUCKINNNN DAY, it was very jarring on those winter mornings when all I wanted to do was put my bag down and go to assembly, do you know how awkward it’d look when other forms will come out of their classrooms going to assembly but my form were the ones still outside, and being in year 9 upwards being late for assembly would actually be a pisstake, would you get a seat in assembly or would you be stood up for twenty minutes while teachers just talk the most crap??? Some days our form tutor wouldn’t even come in, but we got ownage of the keys to our classroom, so pretty much every day we’d invite other forms in, my classroom looked like one tip after, I remember one guy jumped on the table and it snapped in half, we threw stuff up at the ceiling and the ceiling tiles would move, it’d just be bare gappy, like I mean sometimes he was their mostly he wasn’t, we’d just be dashed supply teachers, and then most of the girls in my form would be foaming at the mouths because apparently, our form teacher was ‘good looking’ I was the one who went Specsavers all the time and spent my pension in there yet I couldn’t establish what they were gawping at…
There were so many fights at school it felt like I went to Waterloo road
“Meet me at the bus lanes, 3pm don’t be late”
This was one iconic sentence that went around, having your school outside bus lanes was superb, the worst place to have a fight but the best thing to say.
I think in my school everyone got away with so much by the regular shmegular teachers, but the heads of years, head teachers, heads of departments were not there to play, even the supply teachers thought they had a role, nah mate..stay in your lane
- Teachers selling cigarettes to students
- Teachers affairs revealed
- Teachers having relationships with students
- A teacher had an online sex journal, got discovered by a student
- Test tubes going up vagina’s
- Teachers minding their business while a students face gets rearranged and looks like they need plastic surgery after
- Teachers paying students to leave them alone
Where was I while this was going on? Oh me, I was doing what the teachers did during fights but me I was the student they…they were the teachers, the ones that have a duty of care over us.
Sigh I got into a lot of trouble over the years, my mother probably went to two of my parent evenings, my first one in year 7 and my last one in year 11, those letters were nowhere to be found, grab it, shred it, get rid of the evidence, but my mum was used to the trouble because my brothers went to the same school and caused more ruckus than me, most I did was push people down the stairs, trip them up and act like it wasn’t me, got people smacked up, just the usual, Facebook got me into the most trouble back in the day, I saw sirens at school because of Facebook, I had an assembly about me because of Facebook and a couple ratty snitches, but me the same mouth on socials is the same in a real life, no cap.
College was another ball game, I went to a college 1hr out of my area because I told the people in my area that five years was enough with them I don’t want to see them for another 2/3 years, I studied computer studies deep this I only had to go in for 2.5 days a week I went in for either 2 days a week or half a day, nothing more nothing less, I forgot that the tutors had my mum’s number and email address, Long story short they had my email after and number, no longer had my house number, mum’s number or email, sometimes the system wants to get rid of you before you even have a chance. I had my chance(s) but that’s not the point (Mum if you’re reading this I’m sorry but whatever beatings you have after I’ve finished typing this, I’ll call childline) I didn’t like any of my tutors, I only liked 5 people in my class, but long story short I got a double distinction in my course and got kicked out of college on the last day, make it make sense.
Whewwww long story short I’m on my 7th job, I’ve been working since I turned 16 at one point I was working 3 jobs at once, I didn’t have a life, I’m very much money orientated everything I own I’ve bought myself, gadgets, electronics, clothes, shoes all me, I don’t rely on anyone well I try not too, independent living while still living at home, Issa thing.
When I turned 17 I decided to work in the care industry, back then I was so dumbfounded I thought it was good money, Y’all was I wrong its shit money for an industry that works incredibly hard, I was young I wanted money but most importantly I wanted the experience, five years down the line I’m still in care and I love it, no day is the same, but every day it’s new stress.
In care work, there are different sectors to work in, I’ve worked in Learning disability, mental health, elderly and supported living, none are the same all different.
I’m still deeping this year September will be five years, I haven’t achieved what I’ve wanted out of this industry yet, but all I’m saying is I’m very close to the goal and when I get there I will honestly cry the happiest of tears.
It’s an incredibly hard job or even career to some people, the laws you need to know, training, some cases common sense but common sense ain’t that common anymore, you can’t just work in care, you need a heart, an understanding of what you come to work to do every day, patience, I make it look easy because to me it is, been there, done that, but you never stop training or learning, no day is the same sometimes I wish but then I’d get bored.
In the new job I’m in now I work 37.5 hours a week, well that’s my contracted hours the most I’ve worked a week is 60 hours, let me tell you I was very much dead at the end of it, I either do dead on my hours or way over, no in between.
I genuinely love making other people’s lives better and that’s why I do what I do, it really is the little things that make my clients happy, going out on their 1:1s, sitting down and talking with them, even the simple things in my job description, I’ve spent two Christmases at my jobs not because I don’t want to spend time with my family but not everyone has family, I know when I go home I’ll see my mum or I can ring a family member, not all my residents can do that, taking a few hours out of my day to make someone else’s holiday celebration special will always sit right with me.
If any of my readers decide they want to go into healthcare, one thing I’ll tell you now is look after your back, you might not understand this advice now but in the long run, you will. Look after your health because most employers do not care about you, they just care about you completing the task and moving onto the next one, I injured my back and was in the accident and emergency also took one week of off work because I was in excruciating pain, that was a few months ago and now again I’m back in the same position, you only get one back.
I’m leaving the care industry hopefully by next year and going into computing, been a true computer wizard since a kid, I’ve got my distinction I ain’t letting it go to waste, and there’s a lot of money to be made.
Just know I’m very happy over here♥
I would say my friendship groups are all mix-up, I don’t chill with just one group, not one, not two but THOUSANDS.
Not literally thousands but I know a lot of people so I ain’t stuck for choice.
Sometimes I chill with just the mandem, sometimes just the girls or even a mixture, I don’t know I find I make friends really easily, I regret some friendships and five of them ended last year some long term some short term, I ain’t saying they were the problem, it was me too (more them) I’m glad I got rid when I did, because I really tried to help one of them and I’ve never felt so disrespected in my life, but karma hit them so quickly, the other four-man I don’t know, good riddance.
I can’t even say I’m not a nasty person because when I want to be I can be bitter, but when I want to be nice I can be super nice, but you really can’t tek mi fi ediaat…Impossible.
I’ve told people things I regret, I’ve said things, seen things about me as well, must admit that was quite interesting, you know when people talk about you, and you never knew that fact about yourself, it was a madness
Telling me you don’t care but want to do tappity tap on your keyboard about me…cute, nice to know you think about me.
Ask my friends about me, they’ll tell you I’m a top cunt, top fucker, I’ll tell you I’m coming somewhere then don’t go so unpredictable, but I give top notch advice because I don’t give a single fuck and have 0 filter (That’s what gets me in trouble), but Y’all I can be nice.
Whoever wants to get to know me cool, make up your own assumption about me, don’t let someone else’s opinion cloud your judgement, because then I’ll call you dumb by association.
Well, well…well, the only way you could’ve got here is through one of my social media accounts or if you’re a real g, you would’ve received an email because you’re subscribed.
The only social media platform I use religiously is Twitter, then snapchat, and then Instagram, I only use facebook to see what’s happening around my area or speak to my family and see what’s going on.
I’ve had my Twitter account for 8 years, I haven’t always been called ‘Baddest Teeks’ I had names like ‘simpletylife’ or ‘teeksxi’ I recently changed it to ‘Baddest Teeks’ three years or so ago, if you knew what I tweeted back in the day all those madness all those gifs Y’all know why it was ‘baddest’ at the start ‘Teeks’ just a nickname, my name holds weight I don’t care what anyone says, I was there back in the day.
I have an online mouth and real mouth, but buck me inna real life and touch me I’ll show you what I’ll be using your taxes on.
I was thinking of rebranding but then I was thinking who am I doing this for, for me or Y’all, I remembered I don’t give one fuck about anyone on the internet that I don’t know, BLOCK, MUTE & UNFOLLOW BUTTON IS ACTIVE USE IT!
TEEKS THE BLOGGER & BADDEST TEEKS IS THE SAME PERSON, NO CAP.
This was meant to be really short yet here I am approaching nearly 4000 words, this is only a small insight into my life, but if you read this thinking it’s my whole life, you’re a dickhead for sure.
If I could start my life all over again would I? 100% I would not, I pray every night and I know God has a plan for me, I’m not in a rush to get there, God’s timing is everything and I respect it.
If my life was to start over, I probably wouldn’t be here blogging, I probably wouldn’t have met the people that I did, been in the career I’m in, be alive and breathing because who really knows, I’m forever grateful and thankful I wake up every day.
Probably started my online presence wrong, but I sweaterrrrr gawddd man I don’t care, it gets me where I want to be for now, and who knows it could get me further one day.
I’ve got so many goals that I need to reach before 2019 ends, I’m completing every single one, nothings getting left behind.
Also, may I add WEED IS MY BEST FRIEND
Anyways 2019 I’m really living my best fuckinnnnn life, turning 21 (March 10th), flying out to Zante for ten days in June, Getting my 4th tattoo on my back, 9 days before my 21st (Pray for me bmt) Getting my 5th tattoo under my collarbone in April (Pray again x2), going to take lots of small trips around Europe, I’m just overly excited about everything.
2019 we move.