No Dogs Allowed...

First of all, sorry I've been away for a bit...I don't have internet at home at the moment, so I am doomed to only using internet while at work (it's just an on-campus job, so no biggies)...the thing too get wahala sha.

After my terrible experience with a terrible (and huge) dog in the neighbourhood, I have decided that this sign shall be posted on the door of my apartment, and if possible, carried around on my person. I mean, can't I walk home in peace? I was almost hit by a car while trying to dodge this dog that nearly jumped over the fence to attack me. I know what I'm about to say sounds morbid, but seriously, wetin they for write for my obituary? "Na dog kill am?" God forbid bad thing!

Anyways, I decided that to explain why I have this deep rooted fear of dogs. It dates back, almost like everything horrible in my life, to boarding school. Seriously, almost everything horrible in my life ties back to boarding school or some educational institution. Neways, back to the story.

On this fateful day, in 1998, I woke up a happy JSS 2 student, innocently singing my songs, doing my chores and getting ready to go to class. We had some water scarcity then and if you didn't get water from out of town, you probably wouldn't have enough water to take care of important matters. The seniors in my dorm had decided to implement a "serving" system whereby juniors were assigned to senior students and had to do everything for them: fetch them water, lay their beds, wash their dishes, carry their books to class...you get the picture. Unfortunately for me, I was assigned to the most wicked senior in the dorm whom I shall call R.

R always delighted in making my life hell. That is just a story for another day though....I'll never get to the point at this rate! On this fine harmattan morning, I was enjoying myself like I said, until R summoned me to her corner. Apparently, she didn't get the water I had fetched her the previous day (that I carried for a long distance, with chest pain, I wasn't supposed to be doing that), so my reward that morning was 1 hot slap, orders to go get her water, and promises of more punishment after school that afternoon (Story of my life).

So, I set off with my iron bucket (R would never give me a bucket!) to fetch water from the well near our principal's house. Our principal had 5 dogs, and our vice principal had 1 demented dog that was worse than all the 5 dogs put together. I got to the well and started trying to get a little water out...the well was so dry! When I finally managed to get 3/4 of a bucket full, I was preparing to carry the water to the dorm (I was so skinny, It took preparation), when I heard a low growl. I still carried the water and started walking as fast as possible away from there...I didn't want to face R's wrath. Then I heard like footsteps and I broke into a run...

All 6 dogs were chasing me! I finally figured screw R and flung away the bucket and REALLY ran...even my sandal were thrown away... I fell into a gutter, scraped my knees and elbows, and still had one dog knock me down and stand inches away from my face....I was terrified! Luckily, after that they all left, but that scarred me for life...since then I've been deathly scared of dogs.

To add insult to injury, I got to the dorm and R gave me one more slap for not fetching her water (she didn't care about the bruises I was carrying), and she spent the whole afternoon giving me every imaginable corporal punishment from "think about your boyfriend" to "agama agama" to "pick pin." I just had a rough day.

Now you all see where I'm coming from eh? How can you now blame me for wanting to put up my sign...I'll probably also play the "No Dogs Allowed" song from Snoopy (I know, cartoon addict).

I have to go my people, if not my bus will leave me. Enjoy your weekend!

Ka Odi Nu

Tag....I'm It!

Original mgbeke, I now understand that you really like to learn about people...lol. Well, I've been tagged people and here are the rules...

Rules:
1. Link the person who tagged you
2. Mention the rules in your blog
3. Tell about 6 unspectacular quirks of yours
4. Tag 6 following bloggers by linking them
5. Leave a comment on each of the tagged blogger’s blogs letting them know they’ve been tagged

Chei, wat will I now say...I pretty much said everything in my "about me" post. Here it goes:

6 Quirks...
1. I cannot stand broken noodles. I know this is weird, but whenever I make noodles, I don't break them or I won't eat it. My friends just let me make my own noodles now :)

2. I have to have all the necessary stationary when going to class. I hate drawing a line without a ruler, and I hate being in math or physics without a calculator. My friends think I'm so weird because of that....I always have reserves just to make sure I'm not in a "situation" ...It has helped the friends in question numerous times too.

3. I frequently burst into song....in boarding school this got me in soooo much trouble. I can't help it though....when I'm happy, I sing; when I'm sad, I sing; after crying, I sing; In the shower, during a lecture....you get the picture!

4. I hate it when people tell me I listen to "White music". So music has race? Just because I have great taste in music...

5. I'm very much afraid of dogs! I'd rather take an exceedingly long route to my destination if it means I'll avoid coming in contact with a dog. My encounter with 5 dogs in boarding school scarred me for life. Ironically, the neighborhood I live in is Dogville, USA. Ndi Ocha and their "children", always striking fear in my heart...my days of leisurely evening strolls are over...*sigh*

6. I keep my schoolwork exceedingly neat...I can't stand looking at shabby notes...I'd rather take the time out to rewrite my notes and have it looking acceptable to me. My room, on the other hand, is best described as an "organized jungle." It's very messy, but I know where everything is. My friends and family find it amazing that I can keep schoolwork so neat, but can't do the same with my room...they've given up....

Well, thats all. That was actually more difficult than I thought it would be.

Disclaimer: I don't have OCD, and I'm not neurotic. I just like things to be done in a certain way.

:)

Emm....I tag aphrodite, because she's the only one that I know who hasn't been tagged.

About Me...

I'm the biggest fan of blogs, although I usually love to read them...I spend countless hours lazily living vicariously through others! Seeing as I have decided to become one of the ones typing instead of reading, I thought it would be best to introduce myself first.

I just thought I'd try to describe myself...I usually can't do this 'cos I just don't feel that comfortable with it...In fact, I usually avoid all the "about me" sections 'cos I hate having to describe myself; I feel others should just get to know me and form opinions for themselves. Anyways,I'm doing this 'cos I feel it'll help me assess how I truly perceive myself. So, here it goes: I love to read and I love music. My taste in practically everything can be best described as eclectic. I'm loud sometimes, and I'm talkative, but only around people I really know. I used to be really shy , but i think I'm really overcoming that. I am not afraid to ask questions, because I need to have a clear understanding of whatever is being discussed. I've been told I'm a good listener; I don't think I'm the best person to give out advice though. If you need to vent though, I'm all ears. I get bored easily, and I constantly try to think of new thing to do. I've tried everything from learning the Greek and Hebrew alphabets to Origami (which I wasn't very good at!). I'm thinking of scrapbooking now. I wish I could speak more languages, and I really want to learn how to speak French and Mandarin (and maybe Spanish 'cos it would come in handy).
I have discovered that I actually like reading poetry, and I try to write some poetry as well. I daydream a lot (I've been told a lot of times that I'm in my own little world!). I love word games and card games. I never learned how to ride a bike. I still can't drive. I'm scared of the dark...I have to have some kind of light on somewhere! I get a bit paranoid sometimes. I don't have a lot of close friends, but those I do have I'm fiercely loyal to, and I cherish them. I HATE crying in front of people. When I get really mad, tears fill my eyes (Not crying, they're just there). The weirdest things irritate me (and I scratch when I'm irritated): Wrinkled soybean skin, a swarm of bees/cluster of ants, (oh I'm all itchy now, gotta stop)... I've finally accepted that I'm a hopeless romantic (Hence my whole dream man wait). I have a bit of a temper sometimes, but I'm working on it. I get stressed about little things, and occasionally I get obsessed with the little details. I've been told that I'm an overachiever and a perfectionist, and I disagree with the second, but I'm perfectly fine with the first. I'm such a procrastinator, but I'm working on that too. I can be stubborn, and very opinionated about some issues. I'm not the best person to talk to about politics. I love cartoons! Everyone tells me I'm too old for them, but I feel that everyone has to be in touch with their inner child. I love to eat and experiment with different foods. I love my culture and am very proud of my roots (1000 percent omo naija!) I secretly want to be a writer/musician/star, but I'm a private person (don't let the blog deceive you) and would hate to have my privacy intruded on. I have an overactive imagination and I'm an idealist. I get hurt more easily than people think. I'm an introvert (except with my close friends), but people think otherwise. Believe me, people don't know half of what they think they know about me.
Okay, enough of the ranting...guess you all know me now , even gave out some pretty useless information...will update this list much later on...

Ka Odi nu....(Oh I forgot to tell you that I can speak my language perfectly, but I cannot write it to save my life...forgive any blunders!)