Dear Diary, today was (still is) our independence day anniversary. Did I ever tell you what nationality I am? My bad, well I'm Nigerian, very Nigerian o, ignore all the senrenre I'm about mostly. I went to the studio earlier than normal because the show was moved forward. I was pretty miffed about this but oh well......
Show ended and I went straight to see my guuurl Trina, and we just talked and talked and talked some more! What we talked about?? Mind yo biz a little diary will ya? After a few hours, I left to see my brother Kennedy. He had been very elusive and was literally avoiding me!! I know I have problems yeah, but to avoid me??!!!! I mean all I do is whine and just throw a little fit... Okay maybe I overdo it sometimes but who cares?!! He should handle it! Let him see it as "home training". I'm training him for when he gets married. Period. I sha made him do a bit of what I wanted. Ugh! I wanted to bite him. I tried but he was kinda prepared for my attack and managed to ward me off. He kept asking me "where is your boyfriend you this girl? At this your age you dun have boyfriend, nothing nothing." I laughed and told him not to worry too much about my status.
On my way home, as I was about to board a bus, a woman tapped me lightly, I turned back and looked at her, recognition dawning on me. It was the same woman I told you about last Saturday!!! The one who lied to me. She didn't recognize me of course, she was with two of her children this time. She told me she was going home and she needed money to get home. I stared at her for some seconds, searching her face for the truth. Then I told her to get in with me, that I would pay. Ain't no way I was gon give that woman cash anymore, I'd rather pay! I blocked them all out with my earpeice, even though I did this, the bus conductor kept flirting with me with his eyes. I couldn't even bring myself to be mad, I couldn't! I suppose it was the fact that my brother did a bit of what I asked him to do for me..maybe. At one point, when he was giving me my change, he called me "anty sneh" Hahahahaha! I laughed out at that. I dunno, I just found it amusing, you know how I am. But diary, isn't it strange that I met that woman and her children again? And on a Saturday too?!!! What the actual fuck!!! I could tell they went to an "owambe",, uninvited that is. Their polythene bags gave them away. I wondered what their story is, I wondered what I could do to help, I wondered if they have a dad, if they go to school... I kept wondering for a long time until I told myself to get a grip and just absorb myself in music. It was soon time for them to alight, she thanked me and I nodded, my speech always ceases when people thank me, it takes a lot for me to find my voice so I just nod like a bloody lizard and hope they don't think I'm being arrogant. Sigh.
God bless my country Nigeria, may we grow and prosper. It won't be a bad idea if I rule will it? #MargaretThatcher *chuckling* okay bye!
Show ended and I went straight to see my guuurl Trina, and we just talked and talked and talked some more! What we talked about?? Mind yo biz a little diary will ya? After a few hours, I left to see my brother Kennedy. He had been very elusive and was literally avoiding me!! I know I have problems yeah, but to avoid me??!!!! I mean all I do is whine and just throw a little fit... Okay maybe I overdo it sometimes but who cares?!! He should handle it! Let him see it as "home training". I'm training him for when he gets married. Period. I sha made him do a bit of what I wanted. Ugh! I wanted to bite him. I tried but he was kinda prepared for my attack and managed to ward me off. He kept asking me "where is your boyfriend you this girl? At this your age you dun have boyfriend, nothing nothing." I laughed and told him not to worry too much about my status.
On my way home, as I was about to board a bus, a woman tapped me lightly, I turned back and looked at her, recognition dawning on me. It was the same woman I told you about last Saturday!!! The one who lied to me. She didn't recognize me of course, she was with two of her children this time. She told me she was going home and she needed money to get home. I stared at her for some seconds, searching her face for the truth. Then I told her to get in with me, that I would pay. Ain't no way I was gon give that woman cash anymore, I'd rather pay! I blocked them all out with my earpeice, even though I did this, the bus conductor kept flirting with me with his eyes. I couldn't even bring myself to be mad, I couldn't! I suppose it was the fact that my brother did a bit of what I asked him to do for me..maybe. At one point, when he was giving me my change, he called me "anty sneh" Hahahahaha! I laughed out at that. I dunno, I just found it amusing, you know how I am. But diary, isn't it strange that I met that woman and her children again? And on a Saturday too?!!! What the actual fuck!!! I could tell they went to an "owambe",, uninvited that is. Their polythene bags gave them away. I wondered what their story is, I wondered what I could do to help, I wondered if they have a dad, if they go to school... I kept wondering for a long time until I told myself to get a grip and just absorb myself in music. It was soon time for them to alight, she thanked me and I nodded, my speech always ceases when people thank me, it takes a lot for me to find my voice so I just nod like a bloody lizard and hope they don't think I'm being arrogant. Sigh.
God bless my country Nigeria, may we grow and prosper. It won't be a bad idea if I rule will it? #MargaretThatcher *chuckling* okay bye!
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