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After all you sought me out….

I heard a story of a woman (Mrs. A) a while back who got into an argument with her husband and dear husband in the course of the fight made the statement “after all you sought me out”. Let’s break it down. As a single woman, Mrs. A saw a guy she liked and made the first move. Get his details and contacts him. After a while they get talking, one thing leads to another and they get married. Years on, husband decides to remind her no bi him do the chasing (as I would like to call making the first move). We can go on about how nobody forced him to marry her but…..

Now forgive me as this is my opinion. I am a “I want to be properly chased (insert wooed, courted) woman”. I am a “let the man be the man and make the first move” woman. I have been all my life and somehow Mrs. A story just made me all the more that kind of woman. However, I see and hear a lot of women make the first move/contact and am thinking what has this world turned to? Last I checked, it was the man’s job to find abi? So every time I hear someone tell me “if you like him/want him, make the first move, if you wait someone else would take him” yada yana, I just stay there thinking. Oh a lot of times I hear people tell me not to slack and go ahead jere. After all, the world is more liberal. Don’t be a slacker I hear. Mostly feel like pulling the girl’s ears and shouting “let him be the man”. Let’s be clear, I aint saying if you like a man and he likes you form (ok yeah, form a bit but not for too long) But let HIM BLADY MAKE THE FIRST MOVE. That’s just me ba?

I recently had a friend buzz me. A former colleague of hers says he wants to get married and needs a decent girl (I seem to be getting that a lot these days). Like a group of friends just sat somewhere and have decided “if she won’t get a man, we would get one for her”. Anywayz, according to my friend “I don’t know why my mind went to you”. Trust me in less than a minute, my emotions ranged from anger to wanting to give her a piece of my mind (as we often say) to just ignoring that statement. She wanted me to “consider him” as he had been on her neck to get him a wife. How does this relate to making the first move? I had asked her to give me till last night cuz frankly though I had my answer I didn’t want to be accused of being too hard or tough or not open minded. She buzzes again last night and from our conversation, she wants me to make the first move. YEPA!!!!! Gist is she tells him about me BUT I contact him. Short of telling her off (which I now wish I did), I have told her not to bother. I am not interested.

I ask, is it now proper for a lady to make the first move? Forgive me, I might still be living in the medieval times so maybe that’s why I am thinking like that. Maybe just maybe I need to be enlightened. Who wants to help me out here? Cuz I would hate to make a move and get burnt sometimes in future.

The post I have been postponing just might never happen. However, I would drop some pictures that are meant to make some people jealous of the fact that I have been having fun and hanging out and having a ball and not living a boring life and ok I give up.

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And yeah it has to do with food. From Bar Campione (who make one of the best sandwiches in Lagos, 3 times the charm) to Coral Blue (first time I went there – last year, it was absolutely fantastic, second time around, not quite – my excuse though, it was quite late at night) to Ice Cream Factory (not even Coldstone can take away my love for you). And haha, Talindo Steak Place – tucked somewhere on Karim Kotun. Better service second time around (and this was also late at night – Monday). Amazing brownie they got. And yeah if you are on instagram, check out Rumnpassion (rumnpassion) and Crème Brulee Lagos (cremebruleelagos). I have tried rumnpassion’s cupcakes…. That rapturous feeling. Haven’t tried cremebrulee yet but I know it is only a matter of time. I have a sweet tooth. Shoot me. It is a miracle I aint fat.

Monday made it 15 years I lost my uncle and yesterday, 9 years I lost the man I called my maternal grandfather (my mum lost her dad many many many years ago so my grandma’s brother became my grandpa) and I just realized no matter how long a loved one has been gone, you can never forget them. The memories stay with you forever.

Have a great weekend people.

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Wilderness Experience?

Almost missed my Tuesday post again. Blame it on work. As I have just entered house now now.

Completely off what I was going to talk about (that said, I can’t even remember half of what I was initially going to blog about this morning. Oh well), what constitutes a wilderness experience? I would have said I have had my fair share of wilderness experiences (no matter the duration) BUT….

I got home, saw a missed call and returned the call. There is this friend of mine from church who from the word go always told me to take this job as a wilderness experience. Initially it didn’t make sense. Months on, it makes major sense. Now, his statement has turned to a question. Anytime we see or he calls, his first question is “have you learnt what you are supposed to learn from this job”? First reaction is “I have learnt”. But he keeps asking the same question. Then ends with “It is not for me to decide if you have learnt, but until you learn, you are not leaving this job”. Now should I be scared? I have had an application pending for almost a year. It would be a year on the 28th. And anytime it seems something is gonna come out of it, the organization just goes on break and leave me hanging. Till they suddenly wake up another day. Considering the kind of drama at work recently, in fact the drama today and then the call this night, is this really a wilderness experience? And what am I meant to learn sef?

Moving on. I seriously need help. Apparently I wear my emotions on my face. So whilst my mouth might be saying something, my body or my eyes (face) is saying something else. How can I get both to behave?

In unrelated but very exciting news. The last born of my uni friends is getting married. Yayyy. She got engaged on the 1st. Means an early 2014 wedding. #happy much. I blogged at different points about the other 3 getting married this year.

Side note: what shall it profit a friend to pound another’s yam and not let his bestie win his giveaway?

And in case you don’t know, there is another giveaway o. Thank me later

*signing out* this babes is famished.

3 posts in how many days?!!!

Trust me, I had a title not remotely related to the final title but after thinking about a post some 14 hours ago and finally putting pen to paper typing it out, I kent remember what the title was. Anyways, I believe it has to do with a 10 minutes convo I had with the bride’s father. Ehen ehen, something to do with why we don’t have a lot of marriageable (is that a word?) men. And why you have to “hold” on to the one you have. Because oko wan lode (to borrow Sound Sultan’s word). I have no idea why men of that generation (plus or minus a generation) have that mentality. While I partially agree that a lot of men are not ready to settle down (for reasons ranging from financial to them just not being ready), I don’t buy into the by fire by force if you have a man, hold on tight philosophy. That said, I was able to “save” myself from promising to get married by year end. Whew. He actually wanted me to promise him I would.

Two, am I the only one tired of hearing “ti e na a de o”? I mean, I know it is a prayer, a good one at that BUT it can be tiring mehn.

Anyways so my first “wedding” as a partial planner went so bloody well. No bridezilla. Well I had to calm her down a few times but they weren’t serious. No major issues (asides me forgetting the bride’s flats at home) and as “punishment” I gave her mine and had to wear heels all through. As planner cum PA cum bridesmaid cum what else did I do (I heard my name so many times I was almost gonna scream), I am proud of myself. If I must say so myself. So much responsibility and I know I handled it well. Only hitches were CBM’s dress which didn’t fit (we had to get someone else to sew something about 12am this morning, and she did a good job) and the silly DJ who won’t give us danceable songs. Lost track of how many times I had to ask him to play us good music before the couple entered. Gave up at some point and switched to the band. Whew.

Picking party money aint an easy sometin o. I dunno what I was scared of the most. Someone stepping me, someone farting or someone cracking my skull whilst bending to pick money. And Yorubas can like to spend!!!! Hian!!!!! Party peeve though, people and the craze for party favours. My good Lord, if people could cut of my hand all because they want a souvenir they would gladly have I am sure. *smh*

Apparently I did a bad thing by not attending my friend’s wedding last week. I have been told threatened by another friend if I mistakenly not show up at her wedding. Her words “after the reception, I would tell them I have an important thing to do, head to yours and kill you”. Have to find a way to make up to the bride ba? God help me.

I can finally sleep. With less than 4 hours sleep in 48 hours (yes, I had one of those no going home till it is completed task at work, got to the office 7:20am on Thursday and asides a 30 minutes nap about 2am Friday morning and a three and a half hours sleep this morning, I haven’t slept). Yeah, only went home to have a shower and head back to work about 8am yesterday. Things we do for friends (and work). Alrighty, time to knock out.

Not a fan but kinda like this song

And I dedicate this to my bride and her lovely husband

Yayyy, I have a new commenter!!!!! Thanks Tee

Enjoy the rest of your weekend.

Tada

Final note/quote: “When you’re in a marriage, you’re on the same team. You either win together or lose together- Greg” #stolenfromsinglenigerianman

Tales of a banker

*opens window* looks out…. Nobody in sight. *sad face* Heads to the door. *opens door*. Cameras flashing…  *Deronk smiles* Psyches right? Hello world…

Your favourite blogger is back… More psyches. Oh well, ya all know I am a drama queen.

So yeah sorry for the very long break. In 2 days I have been accused of abandoning my blog twice. Not intentional. Blame it on the job. Yeah. Not sure I mentioned that I changed jobs. Or well, I got a job. The other was a temp thingy. So started in June and it has been a ball. Except the few times I had to work all through the night… YES!!! Slept (not sleeping in the real sense though) at work. And yeah, the late hours, and the forgetting to update my blog and the not being able to see people and…. Ok it ends there. Asides all of that, seriously, it has been FUN!!!!! I tend to lose track of time most times.  However, I know that as interesting as it is, it aint sustainable. So dear babes is still job hunting….

Tis wedding season again. Ya all remember my 2 brides? Yep! One got married yesterday. In Abuja. Sadly I couldn’t go. Went to Ibadan for another wedding. I kent stop loving weddings. God help me. Blame it on the job again. I couldn’t organize a bridal shower for her. *sad face*Well, bride 2’s is this Saturday. WE LOCKING IT DOWN FROM FRIDAY NIGHT. I hope we get any sleep before the wedding. EVERYBODY IS GONNA BE IN TOWN. Excited much. Couldn’t organize a shower for her too. So we doing our “parry” this Friday.

Interesting conversation I had a few days ago in my father’s house. A church member comes to ours with his family. I open up for them and this conversation happened.

Son 2: Do you live in this house?

Me: (in my head) Nah. (I say instead with a smile) Yes

Son 2: No you don’t. I have never seen you before (and he gives me this “who is she, what is she doing here, daddy we should leave here now look).

Me: (in my head) bin ba kan omo yi niko nisin wa ni mo buro (If I knock this boy’s head now they would say I am wicked).

Made me take a step back sha. I have over time gone home and even relatives give me the “who are you” look. A lot of them figure out who I am because I look like my mum. And frankly it never bothered me. Who wants to know them too? Well, now I think I need to go home more often. Before someone slams the door of my father’s house because he/she doesn’t know me.

That said, life is balanced again. Football season has started. Yeah, you heard right, it is well with the world again. Ladies listen up!!!! Best time to have your wedding? Between June and first  week in August. Anytime before or after that, OYO. If your husband no show for the wedding, no bi him fault. iKid. Tempted to switch. Since I kent leave Arsenal, I can move to another league right? Bundesliga here I come…. To support Bayern (more like Pep) or Dortmund (Jurgen Klopp)? Yeah, I am stalking both coaches. Sombori help me….

By the way, whatever happened to Daniel Bedingfield? I was at work yesterday and “If you are not the one” jumped at me.  #nowdownloading *sigh*

Cheers people. Have a lovely week. I won’t be away this long again.

Temptations aka Devil with the Red Car

So I finally see the Tyler Perry movie everybody people have been raving about. Long story. I usually don’t do such movies at the cinema. You know, we do it the download way and C refused to see Olympus had fallen a second time (meaning I still haven’t seen the movie and White House Down is coming out soon). Ok you get the gist. I would rather go watch a Man of Steel at the cinemas than watch romcom or the likes. Anywayz, that’s not the gist of this post.

So well unlike the reviews, I think he did a good job with the movie. Yeah, we could practically tell the end (kinda), good “village” girl goes to the city and meets the “phenomenal” man (“unfortunately” she was married to a “good” man) and after much temptation, she falls. Lessons learnt? Over and over again, I say it, never take people for granted. Your spouse, parents, siblings, friends, boyfriend, girlfriend. The time you start getting too comfortable is the time to be on guard. Especially in marriages. Love needs to be fed. Before that size 8 lady starts “loving” your cologne. Or that man starts sending flowers to your office. Meanwhile wifey or boo doesn’t even notice. Oh and it aint just in marriages o. Relationships too o. Secondly, if that spouse is the “good” kind; sex in the bedroom kind and you think, or someone is dropping hints about 200 different sex positions and you wanna explore, fine. Explore with your spouse. Bring them “up to date”. Not come home one night and expect the good wife/husband to suddenly know you want something kinky. I mean for someone who wanted to be a marriage counselor, I would have thought she would get books or movies or something to help the husband “realize” that she needed or wanted something more than bedroom sex . But then again, I aint married so what do I know. Thirdly, I think one needs to pay attention when a person tells you about himself or herself (if the other person is honest enough to tell the truth from the start). At some point, “phenomenal” guy told babe he was naturally obsessive. Someone tells me that? I am so out. But well I am sure she rationalized that statement in her head and felt it wasn’t a bad trait. Sweetheart it is. So when the beating came, oh boy I was expecting that. Hehehe, and for those “hissing” babes at the end of the movie, biko if you husband puts you through what babe put her husband through and ends up with HIV, you go still take him back? Abi? I no sabi why dem dey hiss o. Cuz if we wanna be true to ourselves, na only God fit help una take that kain person back. Be friends ko si wahala but am sure you aint gonna sleep with that person EVER again. That said, every action/inaction has a consequence. God would forgive you o bet you would have to live with the consequence however small.

Anywayz, it is a good movie. Cliche yeah but nice. But then again Lance Gross is in it *fans self*. Oh that body. The guitar scene!!!! Two things- hawt body, a guitar *somebori help*. Lance Gross or Chris Hemsworth’s body? *swoons*

And “I don’t want a good guy, I want a phenomenal guy?” #dead

My grouse though is the usual portrayal of the black woman/black family as the “oju o lola ri” type (i.e. never seen/jam money before). So when she sees the guy with money, she “dumps” the not so rich/not rich at all guy for the “phenomenal” rich guy. Or the village girl/boy enters the city and goes south. I get it happens in reality. However, we do have the village girl/small town boy who gets into the big town/city and doesn’t go south. Right?

Btw, I apologize to those I told Suits aint it. Well compared to Scandal it still aint IT. Bet, I can manage it sha. Not a bad series at all. First 2 episodes were boring though. Kinda off putting.

I leave with this. Kindly replace Love with Lust as you listen (I think). Very necessary song I heard as I dropped C off to get a cab.

To ruin or not to?

Subtitle: to date that friend’s sibling or that sibling’s friend? I don’t even wanna enter dating a friend’s ex or an ex’s friend or dating a close friend.

You are wondering what is there to be ruined abi? FRIENDSHIP

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Case 1: that friend’s younger sister you like. Is it worth it to date the sister? Considering the probability that the relationship may not work out? Thereby losing both sisters/brother and sister.

Case 2: that your brother/sister’s friend you like. Is it worth your brother or sister losing that friend if your relationship doesn’t work out?

I think Case 2 is even easier. It is just one “friendship” that is ruined abi? Max max, your brother or sister and the friend would stop talking (at least for a while or maybe forever).

I don’t have stats to back this up so please don’t shoot me. Bet, over the years, I have come to see a lot of such relationships as in case 1 and 2 break down which in turn leads to broken down friendships between the initial friends. I usually tell people I can’t date a friend’s brother neither can I let a male friend date any of my sisters (and I hear things like na you wan date them?). Definitely not, but am I ready to lose that 1 friend because things didn’t work out between me and his/her brother or ready to lose that friend because things didn’t work out between him and my sister? It may or may not happen but forgive me, I am not a natural risk taker. I calculate and analyse a lot before taking any risk. And friendship means a lot to me, I need to be sure it isn’t just a crush or I am lusting after the person before taking that kain risk.

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Which reminds me, why do guys feel the need (more than females) to protect their sisters/cousins/close female friends? I grew up in a family of 4 girls. Fortunately or unfortunately, we had many older male family friends who felt it was their duty to keep guys off us. Oh I can say a lot of stories (I got to hear later) about how some guy got the boot even before asking any of us out. Even when such guys were their own friends. It was like we carried a “don’t talk to me” or “thou shalt not date this one” without even knowing. The funny one I got to know about a few years ago was this dude who was a cousin to a family friend. Said family friend is younger so he (big cousin) felt the need to protect us, and thus told everybody we were cousins (note he is cousin to family friend not us). Anyways, apparently by telling people we were cousins (I found out later about the cousin angle but didn’t know it was that “deep”), any guy in my set who has much as looked at me was in for it. They had to report to him before they could “talk” to me. He became my “caretaker” and I no even sabi. Whatever his reasons were I don’t know bet it is still funny more than 10 years after that I might have lost “potential suitors” (yes ke) because of my “cousin”. Hehehe.

Enough ramblings for a day. That’s what you get when you make me to werk on a day people are snoozing and a day after that holy rain.

Musings and lessons learnt?

So here I am, putting down things that occurred to me during the week (some I already knew but they never hit me the way they did during the course of the week).

1. It matters what people say about you when you are gone. This Baroness Thatcher issue again. My knowledge of her for long was just that I knew she was once Prime Minister, the first female and yada yana. Well, asides the fact that I grew up being called Thatcher or Iron Lady. I just wonder, if she wasn’t firm/strict/unshaken (put your preferred English), would people talk about her the way they do? We are usually told, it doesn’t matter what people say/think about you. I think it does. That said, be rest assured, you cannot satisfy everybody. And not all people would say nice/good/positive (again if this doesn’t do you, put what your prefer) things about you. Above all, what matters is what heaven says about you.

2. I had a conversation with a friend some months back about singlehood (is there a word like that? Ok I have added it to the dictionary) and I asked if it ever occurred to her maybe she wasn’t meant to get married. As I expected, she got all so Christianise with the God forbid, Olorun maje, not my portion ish. Not like I blame her though. I completely forgot that conversation. Till worshipandswag’s post on destined to be single. And I just smiled. I am of the opinion that not everybody would get married (same way not everybody would have children). I believe the African culture places so much “importance” (note the quotes, marriage is important but not overtly important, at least not the way most people take it like their lives depend on it and if they don’t get married, their world aint ok) on marriage. Unnecessary importance and as such for a lot of people (especially women) it is inconceivable to think they would NEVER get married. A lot of us cannot just fathom it. Don’t get me wrong, it is completely and absolutely legitimate for any man or woman to desire to get married. Even God realised that man shouldn’t be alone and decided to give him a help, meet for him. I still believe though that contrary to what a lot of people believe, not everybody was created to get married.

3. A few of us were discussing before our church’s single fellowship yesterday (and somehow everybody else was what we term a matured single, asides me and the single fellowship leader who is very married) and this woman (the leader) was gisting us about when she had her marriage counselling. She said their counsellor told her that for a lot of people (once again, women especially), we go into marriages with a preconceived idea of what we want our marriages to be like (not that it is bad, but we all know the danger of unmet expectations right? I don’t need to dwell on that). She said we build towers, block on block, brick on brick and then make the man the roof. And then the shaking starts. He rocks it once, small cracks appear, we patch it. He rocks it the second time (now the cracks widen). We patch and glue and do all sorts. And then one day, the whole tower comes crumbling down, with the weight of the man (the roof) on the woman (or man, depends on who built the tower). Whatever happens after then, na only God fit save the pesin. Lesson is make God the roof. Your husband/wife would disappoint. There would be rocking but with Him at the top, all is well. The person you are most sensitive to is the easiest to disappoint you.

4. Never cease to appreciate your friends and family. I felt for so long I have stopped appreciating and thanking family members and friends. Like I always felt I needed to have a reason to say thank you to them. Well, I do know now, I don’t need a reason. For just putting up with me alone, it is enough to be thankful for. iJoke. I am the nicest person to be around. In my head. You don’t need a reason to appreciate people. So a VERY BIG THANK YOU to everybody who reads this blog, to friends, to family, to friends who are more than friends, to friends who have become family, to everybody. Thank you. E se pupo. And no, I am not dying.

5. I had a hair mishap this night. I was told mixing egg with some many tinz helps hair growth, strengthens your hair and all. And as I am on a hair growth journey, I decided to try it out. Got out of the bathroom to discover my hair was “glued” together. This wasn’t a “it is tangled” level. It was like someone poured glue on my head. After 30 seconds of freaking out (and having my sisters laugh their lives out), I rushed back in and started washing the life out of it. Well, lost quite a lot of hair sadly but not that bad. Lesson: when you wanna try such stunts, go to a salon and get someone to make the mix for you, that way, you have someone to sue if anything goes wrong. iKid. The main lesson is, it worked for Mimi no mean say e go work for Deronk. Ik does it that way no mean say the day Kc do am, e no go get K-leg. That said, I am scared I would wake up later in the day with no hair on my head. And no, I won’t upload pictures of me bald (if that ever happens). I love the egg mix smell though. Just doubt I am gonna try it again.

In other more interesting news, we have a gown. Lols. One of my “brides” has picked her gown. Really excited. Can’t put up pictures yet. You shall see it in a few months. However, how do I get bride B to get more serious about this planning.

In other other news, I see some people owe us some posts. If you owe us (blogsville, a few posts, raise your hands). Ok I see a couple of hands. One male, one female. Did I mention names? Be guided o.

In unrelated news (well, indulge me, no be news), you can never tell a person’s true character until you work (or walk) with them.

Happy Sunday people.

She is stunning yeah? Lol

So I am using the time I should spend sleeping to blog. It has been a very hectic BET fun weekend. Finally wore my fascinator. And I must admit (even if I have to do it myself, I looked good). Ok so I wee share some pictures.

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Some said I looked Briish. Others, prim and proper. Well, I was able to achieve the look I was going for and am glad. Thanks O.S Hughes and Mide Fascinators. I gas do an article of Mide sometimes soon.

I am a slacker. I got so many “make you no come back empty”, “no come back without man”. Sorry guys, I came back without one number sef. Lol. I was shy. Scoped a guy bet he is a friend’s younger brother. I don’t do friends’ siblings.

All in all, I had fun. And the door of weddings don open. Only yesterday, an ex-roommate and another classmate say dem wan marry in August. Consecutive Saturdays. One in Lagos, and the other in Abuja. And they both want me on their train. What part of I no dey do bridesmaid don’t people understand? Things we do for love. Please advise. Should I or should I not? I should put a “but” in the “bridesmaid contract” right? I get to pick the style for my dress. I mean, why spend so much only for the bride to decide what I would wear? I doubt if I have worn any of my bridesmaid dresses after the wedding because they aint wearable. Why should I spend as much as $150 and I end up dashing a maid or someone the dress? Why do brides decide on unflattering dresses sef? I am of the “bride picks the colour (shade/hue), material but let the maids pick an acceptable style” school of thought. Lucky bridesmaids I would have. Second clause. I don’t want no bridezilla. Any bride wey shout at me, ehn…. Ok…

Tis hard typing on here. And I gas be out in 30 minutes. And I have barely slept. Soooooooo

Tada.

Happy Palm Sunday and Happy Easter in advance. Remember the reason for the season.

Cheers.

Weddings, wickedness and other things

Ok, this post has no head or tail, so ya all should bear with me. And my editors (you know yourselves), feel free to buzz ehn..

Tis wedding season. Yayyest…. I dunno what people mean by wedding season but I am assuming it is the period between March and December as there aint that much weddings in January and February (I think I prefer to wed either in January, April, September or December though; why, I dunno). So the wedding I have been raving about is a week away and am freaking excited. I dunno o. No bi me ku dey wed. I guess maybe because she is the first amongst my friends from Uni getting married. At least we finally have someone to bell the cat.. I dey wait all my childhood friends. Taking their sweet time yeah? I guess the fact that I get to see people I haven’t seen in almost 5 years also adds to the excitement. I know tis gonna be a very busy and stressful day. Engagement, church and reception all on the same day. I hate being stressed yet I am so looking forward to it. Plus I get to launch my fascinator… Waiting patiently for tomorrow (when I get to pick up my fascinator or facilitator as a dear friend called it; I am sowie, I just had to put that up)… Would put up pictures sha…

And like everybody was waiting for L to lead, got a wedding 2 weeks after that (my cousin), another in May and then a break till August… I mustu buy aso-ebi utunu (not like I like them or would do aso-ebi for mine). I am just all so excited yo!!! The sad part though is the when would you marry?, what happened? questions. *sigh*. I was at L’s bridal shower yesterday (twas very lovely, thanks for asking; lol). The highlight? The screaming. Wow, we have all grown. Low point. The what happened questions. Fortunately, nobody asked me anything till it was over. Tried not to feel too sad sha considering what date it was. Well till I got back home and laid on my bed. *sigh*. Moving on.

Why do we delight in being mean to others? To make life hard especially for the less privileged? We have this lovely lady who cleans the office. Mid-March, she is yet to be paid for February. Meanwhile, the company has been paid since 26th February. We later find out that the money was given to her supervisor and she “decided” to keep it with her. Why? Why?? Why??? To think this lady earns less than 20k. Wickedness. Be nice people. BE NICE.

In other news, I made ugwu today. It has been over 5 months I cooked. I miss living alone yo!!!! I miss having someone to cook for. I hope to continue sha… BBC recipes has become my favourite site now. Wish I found egusi and panla to use. Well, next time. By the way, this is strike 2. You know yourself. Food war. Game on!!!!!

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Waiting patiently for my hair ish. You know yourself o. Come and enjoy this heat with us. Am I the only one who finds myself drinking as much as 4 bottles of water in a day? For someone who usually never finished even 1 bottle? This weather is killing me. I gas return to my town. Manchester. I am Mancunian you know? *tongue out*. Heat wave wey no get part 2.

Oh and I have finally passed the “I can’t leave my hair undone for more than a week stage”. I never *tears* thought I would *tears* survive *tears* but here I am, *tears* 3 weeks after *tears* and the saloon no longer appeals to me *big smile* … I hope my weaves won’t waste sha. Should make my wigs this weekend. I pray baby sis doesn’t see this. She thinks I am falling her hand and that I am not “positioning” myself. What does she know?

We live in a very small world. The rate at which I meet someone who knows someone I know these days is getting out of hand biko. I fear I might have been rude to one of my boo’s relatives in the past and it would haunt me. Biko, I apologize to those I have been nasty to in the past o. Took only a picture of L and her boo for me to find out a few other friends knew our in-law.

Like I said, this post no get head or tail. Still have a lot more I wanna post about but I should end here. When would all these bombings stop though?

Oya, over to my editors….

Quick one, Adele or Emeli Sande? Who do you prefer?

I begged God to die

I got your attention with that title right? Lols. Nothing serious. Just remembered the story of Jonah earlier today and how he asked God to kill him.

Now,  Lord , take away my life, for it is better for me to die than to live. (Jonah 4:3)

I was at that point in life late last year. I literally begged God to take my life. Moved from begging when He didn’t to praying for rapture to come like yesterday. *le sigh*. I am alright people. It was just a phase.

Remembered that today and how often we get judgmental or because we don’t know how someone feels about something bad that happened, how easily we make comments that could hurt the person (not like we intended to). I am one of those who anytime Jonah’s story came up or I read it, I scoffed and raised my nose. I asked if he was God and why he should be angry God didn’t destroy a city. I wondered and said he should have killed himself na. Abi? If God no kee you, kee yourself.

I recently stumbled on some posts on suicides, depression and all and remembered my reaction to a couple of suicides last year (relationship related suicides). Forgive me, I asked what they were thinking. Couldn’t they have considered the family they left behind? Why kill yourself because of a man/woman? And all and all. This morning I was reminded I was no different. No difference between me who asked God to kill me and the one who decided to do the killing herself/himself. And as I thought about all that all I could sing was

Imela, Imela, Okaka, Onyekeruwa
Imela, Imela, Ezemo.

I remembered how easy it is/was to judge others. A friend had her wedding cancelled recently (groom to be called it off a month to the wedding) and another friend actually said “I hope she moves on fast” and all sorts and I just sat there thinking “na so e easy?” Just pray and thank God you aint in her shoes. For once I understood how she felt, because I have been in her shoes. I have had a lot of people to tell me things in the last 3 months and am just there thinking “it is so easy for you to talk”. Then I also thought, what if these people who killed themselves had similar conversations and had people tell them the usual.  And they just couldn’t get past that phase? There are days people tell me things and I just cut them off or tell them point blank, don’t tell me that, you don’t know how I feel. So easy for you to say. Now I know what it is like. I hope never to “judge” people that way any longer. Offer your support and gauge the person’s mood before you start talking. Same thing with when someone loses a loved one. I usually don’t call or say anything. I just go see the person and hug or just sit with the person. Not because I can’t say the usual, it is well and all but cause I won’t. At least not when it is still fresh. A lot of people are struggling. In the spirit of the season (no be love season we dey?), show some love.

Moving on to interesting and happy things. It is Valentine’s day right. Happy for all of una. Never been a freak (see reasons here). However, I am happy a lot of people are happy. Good thing about having all sisters is somehow, something always enters the house. I see cake in the house already. Should I say my boss “val-ed” me? She gave me shoes this morning. Did I write it on my forehead that I am a shoe lover? First gave me a whole gift bag of jewellery over the weekend. Now shoes? What should I expect next? Na female no worry.

So I hear there is mahd traffic on the Island. Am I surprised? No. Na usual Vals day traffic. One of the reasons I hate detest Vals day. Thank God I aint on the Island this year. Plus must it rain every Vals day? I don’t know about last year but in the last few years, it has rained every Vals day. *smh*

From helping a friend get Vals gifts to planning a bridal shower, I have had an extra busy week. Work in itself is usually hectic. I now added more work to it. It was fun sha. Btw, where can I get red fascinator in Lagos? Already planning my outfit for L’s wedding (which is a month away). I am that kind of an organiser. I tend to plan a lot of things way in advance. No aso -ebi (girl after my heart) but touch of red. Now I am planning nude gown, shoes and bag. I NEED A RED FASCINATOR. Don’t make me wear a red gown please. Red is strictly for accessories- nail polish, lip stick (oh la la) and all those tinz.

I am beginning to plan a wedding in my head (plus my speech). Introduced two friends recently and the guy buzzes me to tell me they are doing dinner tonight and was seriously praying she doesn’t relocate (her family is out of the country). I was just awwwing. I am just that much of a sucker for love. I am gonna restrain myself from buzzing the babe later tonight to ask how it went. Abi should I buzz? Yes/No… The urge to buzz is strong yo. I am seriously praying it goes well BECAUSE I am writing my “how they met” story already. Yes ke, na me introduce them.

In other news, I met SNM on Sunday. Naughty child he is. Offered me only water. iKid. Offered me drinks and food, I opted for water. Twas nice seeing you. Second blogger I get to meet. Where are the others o?

Happy Valentine’s day dear readers. Hope ya all had fun or are having fun today. If you val-ed someone or got val-ed, please remember some of us get sweet tooth. Send our cake, chocolate and all o. For #teamforeveralones, well sowie. Next year ehn.

Oh and my boss brings cake….. This woman knows how to put a smile on my face….

Happy belated birthday to Just Joxy. I am so sorry I missed the date. And happy birthday to my god-mum and my cousin IfeOluwa.
Tada