No, this isn't God's idea or doing...

Something is bugging me. Hell, lots of things are bugging me, but this just...... Unsettles me. And it's not even my problem. But it's eating me up.

I'm friends with an older lady. She's 40. Good xtian and a lawyer. 4 kids. Hubby is also a lawyer and pastor. 
Recently I learnt from a friend we had in common that her hubby abuses her. This isn't slapping you around kind of abuse. I'm talking about "hit me so hard it looks like I fought with a thug" kind of hitting. They've been married for 15 yrs and its been like that for a while. Don't know precisely when it started. 
Grade 2 of the abuse is that she has no access to her salary account. Yes u read it right. He holds onto her ATM and checks the balance regularly to see if she's spent out of it. He decides what they use her salary for! At age 40. 
He once threatened her that he'll kill her and nothing will happen. He actually asked her if she herd about the Skye bank lady that her husband killed her. 
Oh did I mention he's a pastor? Yes he is. He checks her up ALL the time at work. I just felt he was always in the area as he's also a lawyer. But he just checks to know who she talks to and where she goes.

I'm not sure I really blame the man. I detest him but don't blame him. I wonder why in the world she condones it! She never fights back. She can't report him to anyone cos that won't be respectful to him. And hear this, she's trying to be the wife that God instructs every woman to be. I didn't see anything that looks or sounds like allow ur husband to kill u in the famous Proverbs 31. 

Unfortunately I can't talk to her directly cos she didn't tell me, she told the friend we have in common all these. She just told me out of frustration. I wish I didn't hear any of it cos every time I see her my her goes out to her and I want to slap her at the same time. 
Today he hit her. He said asides her salary she brings nothing to the table.
After sweeping the whole house one day, he packed back the diets, littered the house and locked she and the children up. Her offence is that she didn't suggest that they buy his father a birthday gift. 
I'm convinced he's not mentally balanced.

I'm more pissed at the fact that she sees no solution to all these. That she covers his bull shit up. She'd rather pretend he's a good man. Cos she believes this is what God means by being submissive.
Somehow I just fail to see God as this person she describes. 

There's help. At least thats my belief. 
Its going to be tough but she can seek help secretly and run away with her children one day. Hell, expose him in the church. He shouldnt pastor anyone! But I found out women like this never seek help. They either stay there forever 
or snap one day and do something totally crazy and go to jail. 

I'm just sad sad sad. 

Her friend keeps saying no way out. Is that true? Pls do u have a solution to this? 

Appropriate name for your spouse

So, there's this couple's forum meeting we have periodically in my church. Just a place to rub minds and learn, all towards a better marriage. Good stuff.

We got to the point where the female speaker said its not good to address your husband by his first name especially in public. That it's rude and disrespectful etc. 

I totally disagreed. 

I know it's something lots of people frown out, in fact, I'm not sure any tribe in Nigeria tolerates it. I remember the look on my ex nanny's face when she heard me call my husband by name, it was funny. Na name you dey call am??? I'm not sure the look she gave me would have been different if I had slapped him,lol. 

I've asked him severally what he'd prefer I called him and he's told me quite honestly that he doesn't mind the first name basis. His fear earlier on had been that his kids will first call him by his first name before daddy. But it's never been an issue. Pet names are just.... What's the word I'm looking for now..... Predictable? 

I don't have anything against pet names, I just love first names. But I'm also mindful of the fact that society will interfere. I remember how my mil and I had this funny thing going on; whenever we chat and I say "Bubbly" she goes "you mean your husband" cos Bubbly and my younger brother are name sakes. But of course she knows who am talking about, that was just her subtle way of saying its wrong. Or she'll say "tell your prince.....". It always amused me.

But really people, what's the big deal? One of the speakers tried to balance it by saying do what works for u, but also you can't ignore societal perspection. 

I don't know. 

Oh, after plenty deliberations between bubbly and I, we settled on .... Wait for it.... Cupcake! Now where's that smiley thing when u need one. 

We had a laugh. He asked what happened to Bubbly, i said its his blog name. Oh he suggested Sir Chops a lot. Dude truly can eat! I suggested headmaster too. 

I called him cupcake like 5 times before morning. It was always cos I wanted a favour. 

So what do u think? Indulge us, what do u call ur partner?

Can I do this?

Just read an article on Bellanaija about a Tayo girl that lost a lot of weight. I'm so happy and proud of her but I also identify with the fat person she was.
I know soooo much about loosing weight; the dos and donts. There's a lady in my office who is really trying and I prescribe for her things she should do. Of course she wonders why I don't do exactly the same. Hmmmmmmm........

The year I got married, I enrolled in a gym, really tried to eat healthy and the idea really was to look beautiful in my dress. I kinda achieved that. But sadly, my heart and mouth disagree when I say I want to lose weight.
I don't have to fool myself, I know my problems. It all boils down to Indiscipline.

The control that cakes and chocolates wield over me is amazing. Heck it's embarrassing. I ALWAYS justify my reasons for eating cakes, ranging from my mood to my promise to skip meals or just "oh well I'm not like the fast being alive". And the moment I say am done, bam someone is kind enough to bring me cake. And when they do I don't say no, I keep them. I like to say I use it to entertain guests but I also know I'm the special guest of honour.

I hated my gym days. I'd get intimidated by slim girls trying to keep fit. I'd hate the instructor yelling "gimme 80 crunches". I wanted to see results immediately and I hated that people would say "omotee you're blowing up o" after boring vegetable meals and fruits and painful crunches at the gym.

I was really proud of myself that year though, it was the year I proved to myself that I can actually do anything I set my mind to do. Now I'm having a hard time finding that girl.
I'm a strong woman, an achiever but I'm so angry I'm not putting all my energy into losing weight. I've also examined my reasons for wanting to lose weight.
Yes I want to look fab. I want to wear nice things and feel good about myself. I want to be healthy. Doc already told me I need to shed weight before my next pregnancy so I don't get per eclampsia.
and maybe more than all these, I want to know I have total control of my body.

I know it's a long and tedious road to my achievements but I really want to try. It's a lot of discipline. Overhauling my whole life style. I can't run away from cakes, I know I need to get to a point where I see Chloe's cupcakes and just say nah babe, you dont need it.
It's just like an old friend who was trying to quit smoking  so he made the habit of keeping a packet of cigarette in his living room, like saying I know u r there but am not gonna touch u. 
i know to get on with it I have to:
- kill all the bakers in Abuja
- employ someone to slap me everytime I am about to take something unhealthy

Seriously though, I think I know all I have to do. Can I do them? Or can I trust myself to do them?

Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas everyone! Hope you all had fun? May the joy and peace of Christmas be yours this season and always.

Lots of gists, loading.........

Favourite child

A friend has 4 kids and was gisting me about each of them and their attitudes. I asked her if she has a favourite child. She said she hopes not but sometimes she feels like a particular one makes her happy sort of.

My brother makes insinuations like my parents prefer me. We are just two, boy and girl.

I also know lots of men are partial towards their daughters, does this make her the favourite?

So, do you think it's true every parent has a favourite child?do you think it's ok to have a favourite child? 

What's right or wrong with it?

Next life, I will be a man

I belong to some Christian ladies group on Facebook. And we all know where there are plenty women......

So a lady posted something I would call a list of instruction for women to follow. In summary, it says to make our homes lovely, peAceful, welcoming etc for our man. And that we should listen to him, cook, take care of him, stroke his ego and all the plenty instructions women are bombarded with on marriage. 
See vexing for comments o! I thot it was only feminist me wey dey always vex for that kain mata, I get senior vexers o! 
The author spoilt the whole matter when she added that if u dont do all those, there are other women waiting to do all those things and more. 
BULLSHIT! 
That very phrase is one of the reasons marriages don't work. Because we feel the need to eat shit so we can remain mrs somebody. Iranu oshi.
You should have seen the way my eyes rolled to the back of my head.

I know this issue gets an over flogging every other day but it annoys me each passing moment. 
Most marriage seminars, counselling sessions and the likes seem to focus on how marriage can be convenient for men. It's always women, women and women all the frigging time! Every erring man and women who validate crap is quick to wave the a-wise-woman-builds-her-home magic wand, the defence seems to work every time anyway. 

How about reminding the man to do his part all the time? To remind men that it takes 2 willing people not one enslaved woman to make marriage work? 
Women are expected to always be understanding, manage funds, work and still be super moms and wives. You expect me to go to work, face 3 times the kind of crap that comes your way cos am just a woman and still expect me to always be ready to give you a warm hug and kiss, great meal, clean home and kids, fuck like a minx (pardon the French) and always be good in every aspect. So who takes care of me? 

If marriage were about men jumping to the next woman who can do better then no man will be married cos there will always be someone better than u in one aspect. 
And no, this is not my excuse from performing my wifely duties or becoming the Proverbs 31 woman. Even she wasn't super woman cos the bible implied she had maidservants. That's why she didn't die in the process of becoming that woman.
Dare I also imply that her husband was a fine man who didn't threaten her with a 2nd wife and didn't give her crap. It's only fair since she's perfect, she must have had a perfect man too, abi nah.

As for me, I'd love to be tis woman as long as hubby is ready to be that man who worths her. Yep I said it. No, I didn't backslide. I'm just a woman tired of reading these plenty instructions.

Signed on behalf of angry women. Endorse if you are tired of these bull crap. 

Of Jeeps and Jalopies

I read a story on one of those random bcs people send. It was about a mouse trap. A house owner got a mouse trap. The mouse got so worried and scared, ran to the cow and pig and chicken, saying there is a mouse trap and they should find a solution to it. All 3 big animals took their turn to laugh at him cos a mouse trap obviously isn't meant for cows, pigs and chickens, yeah? Right.

The mouse trap caught a snake instead by the tail. The snake bit the house owner's wife and she fell Ill. People came to greet the sick woman. The Ouse owner killed the chicken and pig to entertain their visitors.
Eventually she died and he had to kill the cow to entertain even more guests. And all those big animals thought they weren't concerned about the mouse trap.
Am sure you get the morale of the story.

It's the same way we usually choose to look at problems in this country. 
The road to my house is tres horrible. Last year hubby and some of our neighbours tried to get a number of other neighbours so they could find a temporary solution since govt wasn't gonna solve it anytime soon. But they all refused to have this meeting. They were too busy. They still had alternative routes they could manage and manoeuvre with their jeeps and good cars. So they decided to ignore these poor people and their jalopies. 
This year the road naturally got worse and caved in. It was so bad even jeeps couldn't move easily. The problem eventually became that of the rich and the poor and their respective jeeps and jalopies.

It's the same way the boko haram issue was handled. Sometimes you go to church expecting the matter to be raised so we can all pray. But no, it was a problem for the northerners until bombs started landing in Abuja. Then it became serious. There was no sure way of avoiding it. 

It baffled me when the subsidy issue was hot and some people's solution was to pray for God's favour so that even if fuel is sold at 1k per litre they would be able to afford it. 
I wondered if i didn't like that theory because I wasn't Christian enough or because it just didn't sound right. So what happens to those who aren't Christian enough to pray for jeeps and money to buy 1k fuel? Isn't this notion rather selfish? 
The story of Esther in the bible came to my mind. She was a queen. Comfortable. Enjoying. She could choose not to involve herself with those poor people ans their wahala. But she chose to risk her life for the sake of her people 
and that is what she is being remembered for till today. 
It was one of those sleepless nights that I came across this blog. Nadael. Brilliant post. 

Oh well, just thinking/ranting. But Then, how does my rant affect the price of fish in the market.

And we couldn't wait to grow up

After what seemed like an endless maternity leave, I've resumed work today. I'm actually glad to be back tho, like sincerely, I missed work. Now let me define that, I missed getting dressed for work, seeing people, looking like a lawyer going places, working when I actually want to etc. but I certainly did not miss having plenty work, closing late, deadlines, etc. in fact, after this my mat leave, I think the kind of work am cut out for is to go everyday, close when I want and get salary increase like monthly. Why isn't life like that sef? And we couldn't wait to grow up.

Life indeed Iain stages. At some point, I just wanted to be an undergrad, mean, the independence, I wanted to be an adult so bad!
And then I couldn't just wait to be a graduate and be rid of those mean lecturers, endlessly long queues for everything. You queue to fetch water, to pay school fees, at the bus stop, everything. Very annoying.

And then I just wanted to write the almighty bar finals and be free. Everything in life sorta took the backstage just for bar finals. 
Let's do and serve. Let's serve and just land a job. Then afterwards the biggest:

God, pls just let me get a husband! I don't know about y'all but I thot I'd be married by 26 or 27, I mean, just how hard can it be to land a dashing, hardworking and comfortable xtian guy from a nice family? It sure can't be that hard. But of course, my radar only came on for the wrongest dudes then. Lemme just get past this hurdle abeg. Ha.

Then I just can't wait to have a baby, ojo nlo nah Abi. Lemme just do and finish with this aspect of my life and ove onto other projects. Give my career and other stuff all the attention they need. 

And the list goes on and on and on. 

All these plenty talk is to remind myself something: life is in stages and eventually what seems like the hugest challenge or problem or milestone at the moment will eventually come to pass and be sorted, one way or the other at least. It may not look like the picture one imagined tho, I mean, I still don't have all those shoes yet, and that house and that car I saw in my dream, but hey. Even dreams change along the line, oh how I wanted a Honda baby boy so badly! But now? U can imagine the car I like now. 
Anyways, these things eventually come and automatically, the next challenge is on queue, ready to occupy your whole being.

What happened to those care free days when we didn't have to bother about nothing? 

Back with my miracle 2

We were looking at getting discharged after he has gained the required weight and has stabilised well.  It was the longest 2 and a half months of our lives. Shuttling from home to hospital 3 times daily. Some days more. Going through plenty set backs. You just get phone calls that will sink ur heart some days. And just when we thot AH! Light at the tunnel, we faced another major set back: surgery. My tiny little man was going to have surgery urgently.
I remember that day; I had never fet that scared, hopeless and helpless in my life. Trust doctors, just when u think u have serious issues the they'd jump at, they just take it ever so casually! Long story short, the surgery started at 3am. By which time I was week n didn't know what to expect.

To God's glory, it was successful! He survived it. Shortly after, we were discharged. Went back on admission for another slight issue. Finally after 10 days, we came home.

A lot happened that I just can't put down here. The trauma, excessive bills, confusion, guilt, fear etc When I compare the way he looked at birth to what he looks like now, wow! I just marvel. Only God can do this. It's been an eventful 4 months.
But when I look back, I think of these few things:

Some people would gladly switch places with me. Failed IVFs n loss of full term babies. Now I know a lot.
In spite of it all, my son is my best birthday gift ever, I mean, how many people get that lucky!
God always accompanies u on those difficult journeys, even though it doesn't seem so at the moment.
Theres always a reason to thank God.

For those of u who found a way to keep in touch, I say thank u, so grateful.
LG, Luscious Ron, Chacha, thx so much.

Missed blogging, I hope am back.

Oh and my boy's name? Let's call him AJ.

Back again...... With my miracle. 1

As usual, I couldn't find the appropriate title for this post. So much has happened and there just doesn't seem to be a phrase to capture it all. So a few updates: After what seemed like 3 long months for me, I got pregnant. Very exciting as I was waiting to see which of the gruesome and wonderful tales of pregnant women I'd tell. First trimester I started spotting and was placed on bed rest for over a month. Read so much about it and what might happen. After the bed rest all seemed fine until I started bleeding in my 2nd trim. Placed on bed rest again and after about a month I was back on my feet again. Asides those issues, I was one of those lucky women, I had just 4 or so episodes of nausea, I didn't have crazy cravings for strange stuff. Hubby was lucky. No waking him up in the night to go look for water melon or roasted corn like I hear some people do. Sometimes I hate food but won't throw up. I was sleeping like an idiot tho! I sleep for about 45 mins or so at work. I mean, in the face of deadlines et al, I simply close the books and sleep and even snore! It was embarrassing, lol. Then I didn't really blow up like I thought I would. People didn't notice my bump until I was 6 months gone except of course for people close to me. Pregnancy made me look really good. Great skin and hair. I enjoyed it. At least that period.....

 Trouble started in my 7th month. I had the usual oedema that comes with pregnancy. My feet were really swollen and painful. So on good friday, I went to the hospital just to see that all was well. After my BP reading and urine test, I found I had pre eclampsia. I had read almost everything about pregnancy including the PIH (pregnancy induced hypertension) I had. So when the doctor diagnosed it, I knew exactly what it meant. I was admitted immediately. All I could think of was buying time for my baby. For a while, all seemed well, or so I thought. I felt I was going to buy plenty time for my baby. On my birthday during my breakfast, doctors said the baby had to be delivered that day as my BP shot so high and going further would be risking both lives. My baby was really small due to the illness. Wasn't up to 1 kg yet. Everyone cried except Bubbly. Somehow, the guy was just so strong.
Now I know what "going through the valley of the shadow of death" means. I was scared shitless! I couldn't pray or cry anymore. I didn't know what to expect. Later I found the courage to hum one of my fave hymns:. "I will not forget thee or leave thee". It helped. The operation didn't take so long. I was even gisting with the doctors as it was epidural. Shortly, my baby boy was delivered and he cried! My little man cried! First time I saw him, that was a day after the operation, my heart leapt and sank almost immediately. He was so very tiny! With tubes and wires sticking all over him. He also had a bandage over his face. He had jaundice and malaria. He weighed 800 grams. Very discouraging. As with all new borns he lost weight again and dropped to 600 grams. So when I say tiny, he really was tiny. My faith was challenged. Some moments I'd feel encouraged by the plenty stories people told me about prem babies. Next moment I'd just start crying cos I know the stakes: there were no guaranties.

Back again

Not yet Uhuru....

I cant explain what happened to me since the last time I blogged. Life just kinda went past so fast that its hard to catch up. Life just happened to me and I just didnt seem to find the words to put down.

But tonight I kinda found my voice (or fingers if you prefer).
Sadness and joy seems to have a way of making you come to yourself; you just slow down and see yourself again.

You know when you hurt so bad that you actually feel your heart ache? When the very essence of you seems to be drawing away? Yeah am there.

I'm not a perfectionist but I do try a great deal to figure how things work out for me. I try to have a plan and focus for my life. I also appreciate the fact that life does have a way of happening and messes up your plan.
I try to avoid anything that tampers with my peace, as much as I can. So when against all my plan my peace and joy is threatened, I hurt badly.
Its worse when its that someone you so hope and believe wont hurt you that bad just stabs your heart, twists the blade and isnt bothered a bit.
Sometimes you just need a heart of steel.

So I'm here tonight, crawling back to my safety nest where I can express my hurt, without fear or care. It wont solve my problems but hey, I feel good about letting it out.
Tears feel so comforting right now. I dont even wanna stop them. Feels good right now.

Rambled mindlessly enough for one night......

Soon I'll be on my way to Uhuru.... Will get there.

Am Back

Where do i begin my story?

First am gonna thank my blogger friends who kept in touch in and out of here. For those who left comments on my postless post, lol. For LG who found out if my office was far away from the bomb blast in June, Miss Whitman, Luscious and of cos Chacha who called to say congrats.... u guys are simply wonderful.

Now to my absence: my muse was kidnapped by work and planning. I had so much to talk about and for some reason I just could not get around to do a post and when i finally found the strength, time and my muse, for reasons best known to blogger, it decided it was time for me to learn arabic. Everything was in arabic! I had no idea how to change it but thank God my super intelligent SIL (Sister in Law) helped me out :)

Oh yeah did i mention that i got married last weekend? Yes i did!!! I am now known and to be addressed as Mrs. Bubbly

God has been so wonderful! Details on my next post when i realised who has missed me and is glad to have me back :)

And when i get rid of this fake nails!

CIAO

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This and That.....

Hey y'all! Been ages it seems.

Been so busy its exhausting. Plus i never knew wedding preparations could be this stressful, o ga!

I was hoping I would still be the normal omotee and everything around me wont be screaming "wedding preparations" but i must have been fooling myself. I was hoping lots of people would gladly make decisions for me (yes, am that clueless) but I answer one question or the other from either my mum or Bubbly's mum. What color do you want for this? what place for that?

Prior to all these prep, I talk to my mum almost everyday and I usually enjoy it, but now, she calls everyday having one info or question or something that I have to attend to. Na wa o!!!!

I have always wondered what an engagement list should contain and wondered what mine would look like. If i list out the things you will laugh ehn, I could not stop laughing myself. 42 tubers of yam, 42 pieces of kola nut, box filled with cloths for the bride, jewelry box, umbrella (this one cracks me up big time), dry fish etc I just laugh! I kept comparing the list to see if my parents were being funny with their own list, turns out mine was way better plus its not my parents decision anyway, its basically our village folks. They even asked for a goat! GOAT!!!! I calmed down when I heard some people ask for cow. Oginni?!?! So far I like the cloths part, Bubbly's mum has a good taste and knows what I like :)

I never knew choosing colours could be this hard. I have been trying to choose colours for our engagement attire, just Bubbly and I. The boy has decided all the colours I know are over used or not fine: blue, purple, wine, red. Please people, this is where y'all come in. ALL SUGGESTIONS on colour schemes are highly needed please! Just help me!

I gladly gave someone the freehand to handle the bridesmaids dresses and all that but she's having problems getting something appropriate because I want "nice, decent, classy and inexpensive". Nice and inexpensive look like they dont belong in the same sentence, its like trying to mix oil and water. I just dont want people spending so much money cos they wanna come for my wedding. She's in UK and i was hoping she would get something nice. I dont have the energy to make trips to lagos to find nice dresses. Neither am I prepared to give anything to any tailor, God forbid!

I am already dreading shopping for my gown. I like to say I like shopping, it just depends on what and when. When I have money and I just come accross stuff I like or might need, its good shopping. But I hate shopping for a particular thing: like looking for a pair of gold sandals to go with my some aso ebi, for some reason all the witches and wizards of my village will make sure i find only tacky and expensive gold sandals at that period. I am hoping they go on break when am ready to shop for my dress. I want something lacy and nice and decent that will at the same time meet the definition of "decent" for my parents church. Sometimes their definition of "decent" amounts to "wear a sack" or "the tackiest dress available".

Something else, suddenly everyone feels qualified and obliged to give us advice on marital issues now. I wonder if anyone of these people ever thought for once that we have had lots of people talk to us before them. Its usually the same advice, just slight variations in words and style. Some people virtually face me and go "You must be very patient and learn to submit...". As in, they just face me alone like the whole thing depends on me. Unfortunately I cant tell them not to bother as I have heard it all or am just plain bored and tired. I have to pretend that am attentive and I am hearing those magic words for the very first time in my life. We have not even started official counselling. I am curious and at the same time wary of what Counselling would entail. Meanwhile, I will answer all the questions honestly and wont be embarrassed by it, if they like, they can keep looking at me with bad eyes till eternity, OYO!

On a random note now:

Its painful to watch TV these days. I am referring to our own local stations. All the presidential and governorship campaign and ads going on now are just so painful to watch. I dont know if its the insincerity oozing out of their mouths or the funny dramas and people they use for the ads.

I especially loathe the one of Goodluck and Sambo playing some sort of soccer and scoring goals. Its just so dumb!!! And some people get paid for that?!?! WTH?! Make that April come and go sef, I don tire.

Gotta go now. I await ur inputs on colours and address and web addresses for anything you come up with please. Thank ya!

Great day y'all!

So the News is......

I'm engaged. Yep!

No he didnt formally ask me to marry him.
He didnt give me any ring sef.

On Sunday 6th of March, we had our introduction. For Yorubas at least am sure we all do it, not sure its compulsory in other tribes.
Introductions are meant to be a quiet family affair but trust us yorubas, we do things in big big ways, hehehehe!
So Bubbly and his family came to beg (operating word being "Beg) for my hand in marriage seeing that am the best thing that happened to Bubbly :)
He did the whole dobale thing. They've been claiming they are royalty and the dont kneel or prostrate but they humbled themselves and knelt and prostrated! lol.

Then they came to get me, the whole fun fare, dancing and spraying. Of cos i loved the spraying part :)

The pictures turned out nicely, everyone looked happy. Ate good food and prayed and departed. It didnt take long, no unnecessary talks.

In all I give all glory to God for a beautiful introduction. The date is set and we shall begin the count-down together. Pls join me in prayers and ideas etc
I've been planning the wedding for a while now but I believe a lot is done with cash, see why una need to scabash for me ba? lol.

I've decided to buy a wedding dress eventually, no more renting. Am so certain am gonna leave it in my parents house after the whole ceremony.
I know am gonna make a trip to lag at least once. Abuja people are a bit limited and too expensive!!! haba! So here's where I need ur help. All the pictures and website addresses etc you can send, need them!

I've missed blogsville and its good to be back!

Tank u, tank u, tank u!

Hey Pipo!

I know I was to continue my last post but you know how it is, some deadline, bosslady, life generally just kept me away.
Now I cant even remember what I was gonna blog about so this is gonna be some random ish.

I've got cramps again. I am sincerely and truly tired of cramps. Now it has a new thing it does apart from normal tummy ache, back ache and foul mood. Now my legs ache like crazy! I cant even describe the pain, its just painful (yeah, thats why its called pain abi) and annoying.

Some dude has infected my new HP laptop with virus. Its called security guard. I cant do anything with it. The guy was watching some dumb baseball game, forming some akata kinda thing and thereby exposing my computer. To cap it all he was behaving like he knew just how to deal with it. Next time i see him, I shall treat him like virus - guy u r viral!

Oh I've finally registered! I had given up on it cos I just didnt see myself joining any of those hopeless and endless queues. But my Mum and Bubbly were begining to make me feel like I was doing something very evil by not struggling to register. He had gone to his home town to register. So he got his friends, this very nice family to help write my name down which they did as early as 4 am! I had to leave home before 6 to go and monitor my name and then queue. It was so fast and I was done before 9.30am. I was so grateful but when I saw the queues in other places, I wanted to go back and kneel down to say thanks. I really hate queues. In school there was always some back door means for me to avoid queue. I paid for it all in camp when I had to queue for registration. I dont wanna remember those days mehn.
So i have my reg card. The picture is prolly the ugliest I've ever taken in my life tho, lol. I no care jare.

So I was at Salsa yesterday, it was so much fun. There was this funny guy who I had never seen before. He asked me to dance, he is obviously learning cos his steps lacked rythm. Guess what, he actually thot I was learning - it was a laughable scene. U know say pesin na learner/novice, im come begin dey treat u like say na u no sabi. He was actually encouraging me: "yeah, you're doing good, just keep going". Trust me, I kuku no talk. I said "pls try to come down to a learner's level, I am still struggling". Of cos he knew later when I danced with other people, for im mind e for don say "chei, i don jump sha!"

Ok, am going. This pain is frustrating!

Nice week y'all!

Didnt find a title...

Hey people, now let me say it properly: Happy New Year!
May this be a very good year for us, with lots and lots of wonderful things installed for us IJN!

I have missed my internet family like crazy!
So much to talk about...

First, the reason for my seeming disappearance. The year started on a busy note. Bosslady as usual made sure there were lots of things to come back to, so i kinda got very busy first week. I told myself I wasnt gonna read blogs until I had done some work, its not a resolution, i dont do resolutions cos it just fails.
So i have been working and faffing around somewhat.

You had to see me when i got home (I travelled home for Xmas), i was grinning like an idiot and ransacked every room to see whats new and stealable. God it was good to see my mum and everyone else, but especially my Mum! We both couldnt stop smiling. I got nice treatments for the first 3 days, after that, it was just pretty normal.

Christmas day wasnt bad. Not bad at all. Somehow, Xmas isnt as fun as it used to be when we were kids. Then u could drink as many bottles of fanta as ur tummy could take without anyone questioning you and show off your new dress and shoes and that was fun. Now, I just wanna chill.
Somehow and thankfully too, all my friends were home for Xmas and we did the usual hanging out and discussing the political status of our dear country. Its more fun as we are all lawyers. We all talk like we talk to GEJ and everyone of importance one on one. Its nice.
And my darling friend is preggers! She looked cute!

So Church on Xmas day wasnt so much fun: EVERYONE is married. well, at least, most of my peers. So we do this welcome thing where u leave your seat to greet people. I could swear that all the women that greeted me were either saying (in their minds of course) that:
"Hmm, this girl is still not married. Such a nice girl. Eeh yah..."
or
"Hmm, this one still never marry, how she go marry, Abuja money don enter her eye, see the way she is dressed sef..."
Dont ask me how i know, I just know. Omo, na dem sabi jare.

I missed Bubbly like crazy. It was mad! I was away for just 10 days and it felt like one month.
I returned to Abuja on the 30th. Couldnt bear it anymore, lol.
We kinda caused a scene at the airport. It was so so emotional! Hmm, love o love!

Meanwhile, my trip back was not funny. Az in, not funny mehn!
Na road I dey take waka from Abuja home o. Until this time, I decided to come back by air to avoid that Lokoja road, its always crazy.
So i entered this plane/kombi bus. It was so small and noisy and I sat near the propellers No be say I no dey fly o but I have never been in one so small and with propellers! I kept praying and speaking in tongues and still imagining what would happen if the propellers just stop. I said "No God, pls, dont let me die like this, I still wanna marry Bubbly!".

The guy beside me kept gisting with me to take my mind off it. I asked him what would happen if the propellers stopped working and he said there is some plan B they usually have. I asked him if he was sure, he smiled and said no. I wanted to kill him. It was so funny when we landed cos I forgot in a moment when I saw Bubbly.

Will continue this tommorow.... Gotta go see my tailor.