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.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
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 .
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 .
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