I Hate Tagging, Please Can It Stop Now?

I was tagged by afrobabe and anonymous gal, and as far as tagging goes, I hate it, as my title already suggests! I know I've done a meme before, but what ever...Here it is..again!

Here are the rules:

• Link the person who tagged you…
• Mention the rules in your blog
• Tell about 6 unspectacular quirks of yours...
• Tag 6 following bloggers by linking them
• Leave a comment on each of the tagged blogger’s blogs letting them know they’ve been tagged

1. I find it difficult to say no, with the exception of saying it to silly boys of course! 'Chickito, please can I have so and so?' OR 'Chickito, will you do so and so for me?'
   'Yes please, no problem' is my surest answer to these questions, even when I feel like shouting a big NO. I need help there. Why can't I just say no?
2. I can't stand it when people move my things from where I kept them originally. Things have to be a certain way for me to be happy. I guess that's one of the reasons I never want to share a room with anyone. They don't get it! They just dont. Now that scares me because I'll get married and it will definitely happen and I'll always be pissed!
3. I love to fart. Ok, can't believe I admitted that, but it's true. I don't know if it's just the sound of the loud ones, or the smell...lol. Disgusting I know, but hey, you asked! And I love doing it in the presence of people. It's no fun doing it when I'm alone. Boo feels embarrassed when I do it in front of other people. Poor soul!
4. Who cares for panties? Not me! I go about without underwear. Whether I'm wearing trousers, skirts or dresses! I only break this rule when I'm on my period or going to church. Can't say exactly why this is so...hmmm
5. I'm a freak for nice scents. Notice, not smell! I can't stand body odour, mouth odour or any other odour for that matter. The fastest way to get me to notice you is walk past me with a killer (in a good way, that is) fragrance...I go just dey follow you.
6. I choose to always see the glass as half full. I'm a very optimistic soul. 'Things will get better' is my motto, even in the midst of calamity. I choose to always look on the bright side.
   
   That's all folks. Terribly disappointing, I'm sure. Told you, I hate this tagging thing. I'm also not going to tag anyone, you can breathe out now.

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On a lighter note....

This is the picture if a Zimbabwean boy on his way to buy a loaf of bread!!! What can I say? Things will get better.
I'm out.

LOL!

Holla Pipo,
How's everyone doing? I know y'all were in panic following my last post. I'm so sorry...not! Lol. Really, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I was truly touched that you do really care about what happens to me. Feels like family up in here...for real. Was just trying to write something nice. I'm glad you enjoyed it though. I am also pleased to announce to you, that Boo is doing well. He's out of town at the moment, so I'm a bit lonely. But we are doing well. We had a little fight at the airport before his departure, but nothing relationship threatening. He does get on my nerves sometimes. Actually, a lot. But that's gist for another day.

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I received a very sweet email recently and thought to share with y'all. Hope you enjoy it as much as i did. Will do a proper update soon.

~~~THROUGH A CHILD'S EYES~~~

Have a lovely weekend y'all. Peace!

Brokenness

It was a rainy night. Dark clouds shadowed the skies. Thunder and lightning rumbled across the heavens and the trees bowed in adoration and awe of the mighty wind. Little children were screaming in fright. Even adults trembled in fear willing the storm to be over. I was numb from the pain, oblivious to my surroundings. For all I cared the world could burn down in an instant. It would still have made no sense. What was life anyway? Who cared if we lived or perished? My mind was in absolute turmoil, the storm within greater than the one without. At intervals, I got curious stares from those around, but nobody asked any questions. Everyone pondered over his own inner thoughts and left me to burn in my own private hell.

I thought this love was forever. I could have sworn we were soul mates, made for each other. Is this how it felt to be heartbroken? I could feel the life draining from my quivering flesh, my heart shattering into a thousand pieces wounding my insides and scaring my soul. I knew in that instant I would never love again. There wasn’t enough of me to give away. I had become an incomplete woman, one who was once cherished and valued for her emotional independence. What I wouldn’t give to be in the arms of the one who promised to love me forever…just one more time. I’d give my arm and leg just to hear the words I once took for granted from the one who vowed to never bring me to this point.

That night marked the beginning of the end for me in many ways, after he told me it was over. Just like that. No explanation. No backward glance. One minute he was there, and the next he was gone. Later, my friends would try to tell me I’m better off without him. The bunch of liars. What do they know?

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Today, I’m as weak as I was that night. I can’t concentrate on anything. I can’t eat, I can’t sleep. The memories are drowning my spirit. I hate him but I hate me even more. For allowing myself to give of me so freely, trustingly and with a reckless abandon. I smile but all they see is a frown. I try to speak but all they hear are sobs. Maybe I should take a vacation or maybe I should just die. I hear them laughing at me, “she always thought she was better than us!” they say in scorn.

I’m losing me…yes I feel me departing, from this temple I always thought I’d reside in for a long while to come…what have I done? Where am I? I’m confused. This must be what it feels like to be insane. I’m broken…

I'm Back!!!

The weirdest, most annoying thing just happened to me now! I just typed a very long post and it disappeared before I could save or publish it. I'm so pissed. The auto save thingy doesn't seem to be working anymore. In fact this 'Create Post' page is looking real strange to me!

Well, let me try and start afresh...dang!
Thanks to all those who kept checking up on me. I'm back now and ready for action. My boss traveled since last week (em, sorry o), but he gave me a whole lot of work to last one year! I've relaxed jare...since I know I possibly can't meet up before he returns on Monday. Talk about unrealistic expectations!!

Nothing much has been happening sha...a little bit of this and a little bit of that. I will now proceed to ramble some. My aunt (Mom's cousin) was in Abuja over the weekend. She was on her way to Kaduna on official assignment and decided to visit with me before continuing on her journey. She kept asking funny questions and I knew they were all about Boo. She was asking strange questions like who paid for my house? Who furnished it? Who bought me a car? How did I get my job? Was I sleeping with Boo? I thought these questions were down right strange and inappropriate, but I just laughed them off without answering any of them. I introduced her to Boo eventually at a party organized by Boo's office. He asked me to invite her if she was up to it. To cut the long story short, she was acting real funny all night. When we got home, I asked her what the problem was, but she said that her spirit and his don't agree, that she prayed about us and because she felt uneasy, she decided to speak to her pastor. Her pastor told her that Boo is a 419, that he just wants to use and dump me! She went on to say that the only way I could make him mine forever was to get pregnant, that couldn't I see he was too good to be true? I was too amazed for words! Just imagine. I told her I didn't want to hear any more. If that was her motherly advice to me, she should just keep it to herself. Her 2 daughters are yet to be married and they are older than me...no suitors, nothing. Na my life she wan come spoil? If she knew so much, why were her kids not married? Abeg! I feel she is just jealous.
I was so glad when she left. I told Boo all she said and we laughed together. It's been a while I heard such crap, really.

I have started going to the gym again (I quit a while back and I swear, I've gained at least 2KG!). I want to loose the extra weight and prevent any future weight gains. Putting on the weight is easy, but getting it off is the real pain. I weigh 64KG normally. I'm 5ft 6inches tall, so I'm just OK. Not skinny, but not fat and I love the way i am but I need to work hard to maintain what I've got. That reminds me...one jerk of a guy saw me having lunch in my office recently and was trying to joke one kind yeye joke. He said, 'Chickito, So you still dey chop? You are already well padded and people like you need to save food for the rest of us to eat.' He laughed very loudly as if congratulating himself for telling some brilliant joke. The guy forgot that his wife looks like luxury bus tyres. Very chubby (that is putting it mildly!) I replied him with, 'I'm guessing your wife didn't get the memo?' *Ouch* I'm sure he thought to himself. He stopped laughing and walked away. Next time, he'd know better.

Any way I guess I've done my bit here for today. Be good y'all and enjoy the rest of your day!
I'm out!

Lazy Me

...So bite me! Abeg jo. Things are really hectic for me at the moment. Blogging has been relegated to the back seat for now. Hopefully when my boss travels, I will be back in form. But for now, I have to snick around just to read your blogs.

Missing you guys real bad...*sniff sniff*
Don't forget me, please? I'm still around. Check up on me when you can.
I love y'all.
I'm out.

N.B: Abbie, ma big sis DL and Ms Emotions..a special shout out to you for showing the love...muahhhh.

The Female Driver

It rained for a bit this morning in Abuja. Thankfully, when it does, there is still no traffic and water doesn't gather annoyingly on the roads. I was running a little late for work this morning, so I drove a little faster than I normally would, but no matter how fast I'm moving, I'm always very conscious of traffic rules. I don't overtake wrongly or put the lives of other drivers and passengers at stake. There was a driver who tried to overtake me wrongly, because he saw I was a female driver. (Why are Nigerian drivers so impatient?). But as an expert driver myself (if I may say so..started driving at sixteen), I maneuvered my car, making sure he didn't pass me. Normally I just let crazy, impatient drivers go with their wahala. But this morning, I was running late, so I didn't. After trying everything he possible could to scare me off and I didn't budge, he conceded defeat to prance on the next victim. I wasn't aware that a bus driver watched us with amusement and when we stopped at the next traffic light, he said,
'You be woman o, why you dey drive like tazi driva?' He was smiling. As if to say he was impressed. I wasn't sure if I liked the back handed compliment, but I just let it slide without responding.

Most times while driving, I've seen and heard other drivers insulting female drivers. Comments like 'E no sabi, na woman, no wonder,' or 'I must drive myself, you no go tell your husband to give you driver?' or 'Na so woman dey drive!' are not uncommon on the road. Are there really that few good female drivers, or are the male drivers just being sexist? It annoys me on end though, when I see a woman who has no business driving, being a nuisance on the streets. I feel it is women like that that make people generalize that women are bad drivers. If it is a man, no one says anything, they'd just write it off as one of those things, maybe he's having a bad day! *Hiss*
Here are some photos I got in an email a while ago..

I just couldn't help but add these pictures. I'm not making fun of my gender o. Hehe.
I've got to go. Have a lovely weekend y'all. Muuaah

About Bread Winning and Condoms

...For the lack of a better title...

Yeah I know, I've been missing in action. But I've still been very much around on your pages. How's everyone doing? I'm alright. Work's killing me though. Trying not to complain too much, because some people will kill to be where I am. God's been good.

Was discussing with a friend of mine, who's getting married on Saturday, that's two days from now. She's the one with the job. Her man doesn't have one. He's not lazy or anything like that, but he just thinks he ought to be a stay home dad. At first when I heard that, I was alarmed. But she explained the situation to me and it got me thinking. She makes pretty good money like you can't even imagine. They've been dating since school. They finished school and she got a job even before she graduated. (Yeah, she's brainy like that). He does this and that to bring in a little cash, but he has no steady job. She's the major bread winner. He'll probably get by without her, but she's definitely made his life more comfortable.

A lot of people say he's a gold digger, but I know that ain't the case but people don't really understand. Now my question is, is it Nigerian (or manly for that matter) to be a house husband? If the husband and wife decide that the woman should bring the money, who's to say she shouldn't? What's right and what's wrong? I know people will say, a couple should decide what works best for them, as no two marriages can ever be the same. But is this ever a healthy arrangement? I need to know from the men. I, for one can't marry a man who'll be content to let me bring in the cash month after month. I'll definitely grow resentful toward him.

Something really embarrassing happened to me today. In fact that's what even inspired this post. I took a colleague of mine to the clinic this morning. She was to go see the doctor for a routine check-up today. Her car broke down on her way to work, so she begged me to give her a ride to the clinic. We got to the hospital and the doctor she wanted to see is a friend of ours, so we were gisting and playing with the guy. When we were about to leave, we saw a pack of condoms on a table by the door. I made to pass by without giving it another thought(I mean which one concern Agbero with overload?) But not my friend, she reached for a handful. I just shook my head. the doctor said she should go and marry before she shags all the guys in Abuja and then none of them will agree to marry her again. We all laughed. It was a joke.

On our way out, she slipped them into my bag, as she left hers at the office. When we got back to the office, we both forgot her condoms in my handbag. By this time, like 11:30, I was already late for a departmental meeting slated for 11am, so we just ran off to our respective buildings and promised to meet for lunch. I got into the meeting and luckily since it was a big meeting, my lateness wasn't really noticed by those that mattered. I just quietly took a seat at the back. During tea break, the whole place was rowdy, people greeting people and just moving around. Me and my friends were together making noise in one corner. Suddenly someone shoved me hard from behind and knocked my bag off my shoulders, almost knocking me down as well. I turned to glare at him and pass a rude comment (the guy is my friend) only to notice everyone staring at the contents of my bag that had spilled out. They seemed to be shocked.I wondered why. I had totally forgotten them condoms. Chei. If I could blush i would have turned the crimson colour of ripe red cherries! Can't remember the last time I felt this embarrassed in public. I wanted the floor to open and swallow me. One colleague of mine quickly rushed over to help me. After picking up all the condoms, she said loudly, 'Here are your six condoms.' They were all laughing.

I'm over the incident now and I called my friend immediately to come and take her property. All the guys have been giving me lewd glances since then, like they wanna get in my pants. (Or maybe I'm just imagining it). One even said, 'Chickito, I could have sworn that you are a sweet innocent thing. I guess it's just your act.' I feel my rep has been irreparably damaged. Ahh. Well, if any one of them comes to say rubbish in my ear, I will pour devil beans down his pants! (Remember devil beans, anyone? It's this itchy plant we used to see as kids in the football field or wherever).

Well that's all for now folks. I'm out. Muaahhh...