I LIED

Remember when i said i am back 4 good??? well i lied. i am drawing the curtain on blogging. im just not into it again. Mayb oneday i will come bac but for now its adios amigos.

IM BACK

Hey all. yes i think i am bac 4 good. not my fault btw writing(im trying out a collection of dark stories-watch out steven king) doing my thesis, doing my job (BUsiness dEveloping) facebooking, writing 4 a friends mag...u get the msg. i hv bin busy. 

so what to blog about..ok lets see aha about a month ago i went to browse at the fastest cafe at Abuja.after i finished i picked my laptop and as i walked out, i ran into my cousin. now on that faithful thursday i thought i loooked cool,sure the town was hot and i was not mobile but i thought i looked good. well my cousin didnot think so and he asked why i looked harrased. i was downcst and wondered why i ran into him. well he is my cousin so i chatted with him 4 a while tellin him i had to rush off ass i did research 4 my boss and he needed my findings ASAP. he mumbled about how i was putting all that energy into sumones business, sumtin bout channeling it into my own stuff. i was not really listening-can u blame me. well i told him i had to go and he told me to call on saturday. out of cousinly loyalty in called on wednesday about 4days late mumblin sumthin bout being busy. well he asked where i was and i told him hoping i wass lookin good. he came afta 30 mins afta idle chit chatting he gave me a cheque of...wait 4 it N400,000. FOUR HUNDRED THOUSAND NAIRA,  i was speechless, he said if brodas dont look out 4 sistas who would? 

so blogger help me thank dearest cousin o.

PS THIS REALLY HAPPENED. I KNOW IT WAS A MONTH AGO AND IM STILL IN SHOCK

Coming soon

I will be bac soon. miss u all.

search 4 identity

Anonymous gal is searching for identity. In the past months I have had different ambitions and ‘wat I want to be when I grow up’. Firstup I tried selling clothes. My first consingment came I kept half the stuff for myself,sold them eventually and spent the money.both capital and profit under the guise of I will pay bac. That was almost six months ago I have not paid back.
Then I decided to become a philantrophist. U know visit orphanages take food for them, start a get an orphan a book project, etc. I realised such a project needed huge money…money I didn’t have. I suspended that till I get money.
At that point, I decided to go home and work on my LL.M thesis side-by-side working with my mother. I never made it to my mother’s office as the first day I was to leave for work I noticed a smug look on her face. I retired before I even started. The thesis I am still working on. Seriously, ABU Zaria should give me a deadline I work better with deadlines. I lazed about at home for a while under the guise of “thesis”.a while equals 2 months.One morning I woke up took a good look at my life packed my bags and relocated to Abuja amidst cries of “how wil u cope, what will you do, you are better of at home” from my mother.
I then had an epiphany to become the next Chimamanda. So I picked my laptop abandoned my thesis and got busy writing a book. A week later, I had another epiphany writing a book would not put food on the table for the time being . The book thus became my pet project.
I suggested to my friends that we start something like an abused women support group online where people can anonymously talk about sexual abuse since in Nigeria there is no one the can really talk to.They all appauled the idea. The mechanism is being put in place but as a member of our group suggested IT WILL NOT PUT FOOD ON THE TABLEE NO MATTER HOW NOBLE.
I then hooked up with a friend’s big brother and went into property. Now that puts food on the table, and soon I would be able to go on a shopping spree. Im hopin Dubai. It is hectic, the hours are crazy, and you have no idea the sort of jungles I have entered to check beacon numbers, but its fun. And 4 now my immediate problem of food on the table (clothes in my case) is solved.

Apology etal

Hey all. Happy nu year. Sorry about my long sabatical. Sadly I cant promise that it wont happen again. A lot has happened but I have decided to share the saddest thing that happened to me. I got dumped. As simple as that. Long story there but let me keep it as short as possible. I was datin a serious guy who had proposed and was planning a december wedding. My friend of eight years said he had feelings for me. I decided to go with my hat afterall the devil u know is beta thatn the angel u don’t know right? WRONG. I left the certainty of mariage to the uncertainty of dating. And for a 28 year old woman that’s not an easy sacrifice. We dated for about four months. Then we had our FIRST argument and I walked out of his house. I sent messages for about a week tried calling, then finally went to his house. He said I was childishly immature and a time comes when people should not deal with such. So he is out and we can still remain friends. I begged nada. I was torn and cried evri nite for 2 weeks. Not exaggerating but food tasted like sawdust for a week. And the remainin friends part, yeah rite he does not pick my calls-atleast the last time I tried calling about 4 weeks ago.Worst of all im now mega pertrified of getting into an argument with any one. All this happened in Jan, the hurt has gone to be replaced by an Ungodly anger . i really need a restraining order so as not to break all his wordly possesions
PS, whoever said that being self employed is the best because you have your own hours lied. PSS. Don’t try working for/with your mother .