They call me Karen, yeah,Karen kasum Ademola.Lived in Cali(short for Calabar, before you think I mean California 😁) all my life,well until I got tired of being referred to as "Ini" and relocated to Owerri.That is funny though,like why would I,a Yoruba girl be called iniabong,of all the names in the world,at least "Simbi" would sound better.But my relocation wasn't totally because of the name calling,my older brother decided I come stay with him since my other sisters would be relocating out of the country soon,and I am yet to complete my senior secondary school.Anyways,this is not about my biography,I want to share my burdens with you. As an introvert,I walk or live in life as someone that is always criticized,said "No" to and mocked.Right from junior secondary,I always felt extremely shy and my classmates took it for pride.Because I didn't position myself in a way to be talked freely with,but they didn't get the part where as an introvert,I