To return or not to return

I apologize!
Don't even know where to start from.
How are you all doing? I've have missed all of you sooooo much. Thanks to all of you who still kept coming by with the hopes that I would someday return. I don't know that I'm returning for good, but I'm here today..that's what I know for sure.

The past one and a half years for me has been one big roller-coaster ride. I've called at least six or seven different countries home..it's crazy I tell you. I just wanna be home; the real home...in naija. In Abuja at the moment for a few weeks then I'm out again to SA for another few weeks. My new job is crazy, I tell ya. I've been to places I never dreamed I would ever go...I think I'm also a very different person...grown up a whole lot...

My big news? I got married in March this year!!! Yay. It was supposed to be last December, but because of my traveling, we had to postpone it. Marriage is great. Ain't pregnant yet (to the chagrin of my 'aunts' and 'uncles'), have no intention to be any time soon. Boo thinks it's not the right time with all my traveling and all. I couldn't agree more.

Will do a proper post this weekend, hopefully. I need to go round blogsville and see what y'all up to and meet the new kids on the block.

I'm out!

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