Hey everyone....
I've been away for a while, coz like I said, I've been contemplating. I wanted to stay away for a while until I had something positive to post; I'm tired of all the sad and whiny posts! Unfortunately, things just seem not to be working out for me. I'm particularly down today, so I thought I'd come vent/ talk about it with my blogsville family to make myself feel better.
I have been having a bad month! It wasn't too bad, but this week in particular, everything seems to be going so wrong. I've had to deal with annoying and irate people, walking into class to meet unexpected quizzes, having to do a book report on a 305 pg book within a week (it's due on Monday), and fake friends!
Yesterday, in the midst of all this stress, my appearing-once-in-a-blue-moon period finally came, and it's the worst yet. I have cramps from hades with severe back pain (I guess it's coz it's been so long...period skipped 4 months this time). I barely slept the whole night coz of that, and I had to go shadowing this morning. I almost didn't, but I decided to be a good student and go shadowing. BIG MISTAKE!
I got through shadowing unscathed, but things got really weird after that. My head started throbbing. I almost got hit on the highway. I got to school and got in an accident in the parking lot. I've been told it's my fault, and now I got to fix the other driver's car out of pocket. Why? Because I got the car less than two weeks ago, and my paperwork is yet to come in, so no insurance...only dealer insurance, and there's a whole lot of drama going on from that angle.
To make matters worse, the driver's friend is some stupid hot-headed girl that keeps trying to deliberately make things hard for me; I'm so unfortunate to have been in an accident with the one person most susceptible to peer pressure. Now I have to figure out where to get $1000 from....I only work on campus and make about $120 per week! God help me.
I see I've just been rambling on...I'm just so frustrated, and I tend to babble when frustrated. I just dunno what to do!
Prayer warriors of Blogsville, come to my aid! If nothing else, just pray for me to feel better. I want this seemingly endless streak of bad luck to end. I just want to FEEL BETTER.
Ka Odi nu.
Friday, November 21, 2008
Saturday, October 18, 2008
No title for this post...just a little quick note.
I got my MCAT results on Tuesday...basically, I won't be going to med school next year. I got a 24L...not exactly competitive, especially as an international student with limited options. Currently, I'm trying to figure out what to do in my downtime (apart from rewriting my MCAT, that is). Any one know of any good postbac programs that take international students? Please let me know.
Throughout this week, I've been thinking a lot. Thinking about my future, thinking about my current existence, thinking about my past. Thinking about friendships that seem to be waning...Thinking about the little skeletons that had been hiding previously, but seem to be playing peek-a-boo in my mind. Confronting some of my fears...and letting God reassure me! I'm not depressed...more like I'm in a state of deep contemplation.
I'll be back to update soon....just as soon as I get out of this contemplative funk. Could be tomorrow, could be a month from today; I just want to stop this trend of sad posts.
Sai anjuma.
I got my MCAT results on Tuesday...basically, I won't be going to med school next year. I got a 24L...not exactly competitive, especially as an international student with limited options. Currently, I'm trying to figure out what to do in my downtime (apart from rewriting my MCAT, that is). Any one know of any good postbac programs that take international students? Please let me know.
Throughout this week, I've been thinking a lot. Thinking about my future, thinking about my current existence, thinking about my past. Thinking about friendships that seem to be waning...Thinking about the little skeletons that had been hiding previously, but seem to be playing peek-a-boo in my mind. Confronting some of my fears...and letting God reassure me! I'm not depressed...more like I'm in a state of deep contemplation.
I'll be back to update soon....just as soon as I get out of this contemplative funk. Could be tomorrow, could be a month from today; I just want to stop this trend of sad posts.
Sai anjuma.
Thursday, October 2, 2008
December 15, 2004....
I was bored earlier on today, and I was reading my OLD diaries when I came across this entry:
Dee (I called my diary Dee),
Today is a BAD day! What I feared would happen for so long actually happened today. Why today of all days?Two days before the crusade, 12 days before I leave for the states? God, how could you allow this to happen to me?! N [my eldest brother] just found the note I wrote so long ago in anger, a note that I thought I got rid of...to make matters worse, he gave it to popsie! I just got out of the room, after talking with mumsie, and I feel so bad, coz she's hurting, and popsie gave me an ultimatum through her. I'm NOT looking forward to tonight.
The entry ended there. I never updated after the night in question. I guess at this point you're wondering about the content of the note that was causing so much stress right? Well, in that note/letter, I had basically chronicled the abuse I had gone through (and the ages at which the incidents occurred). I remember now that I had kept the letter folded in my diary, and when got home from school that term, I'd seen it and planned to dispose of it, but I got interrupted (I think my mum had called me to help her with something). Anyways, I guess it fell out of my diary, and my eldest brother found it when he was cleaning the living room the next morning. My bro. N is very hot tempered, and he took the letter straight to my dad. I think what was upsetting him so much was the fact that the second sentence of the letter said: AGE 6: Molested by my cousin. My brother found that intolerable!
My dad basically gave my mum the letter and told her that by the time he g0t back from work that evening, he wanted to know three things: 1. Who was the cousin in question? 2. What exactly did he do? 3. When I'd become such a foul -mouthed person (Coz that note was FULL of swear words...like I said, I was mad). My mum called me to her room and grilled me till I gave her the person's name. She was so hurt cos it was her sister's son, the one my parents treated like a son. She asked me why I'd never told her abut it, and I told her why: Because I knew they'd both react like this. My dad and brothers would threaten the cousin in question, and my mum would be shattered by it. I love my mum to death and I hate to see her hurt in any way, so I felt I was protecting her. I guess I failed at that.
In actuality, this note came from my therapy at school. I got to a point where I was really depressed and almost suicidal. I was beginning to remember a lot of things I'd tried to suppress for s long, and I did not like the picture my memories were painting. One day I decided to just be strong about it, and I went to see my school counselor. One of the things she told me to do was to write out how I felt whenever any of my moods hit me (advice I still follow to this day), and that letter was one of the products of my writing. Well, back to the story.
I spent the whole day in fear. What, and how was I gonna talk to my dad? I couldn't look my mum in the eye either. I felt like I was so unclean, like I'd committed a major offense. Surprisingly, when my dad came back from work that night, he didn't call me aside. He didn't yell at me like I thought he would. He called me Ada Daddy like he always did. It was like he'd forgotten the whole episode. Instead he smiled at me, and sat me down, and we had a 'normal' evening. Back then, I thought he was having avoidance issues, but in retrospect, I've realized that he was just coping with his shock as he knew best. I think our family coping mechanism is "Forget about it. Act like nothing happened." All the same, I think it hurt my daddy a lot. He'd always been super intuitive where I was concerned, and my dad always seemed to know when something was wrong with me; he just couldn't fathom how he'd missed something this huge. We always were super close, me and my dad. I'm his only daughter, so I guess that's why.
I thought it was all forgotten, but the night before I came to the states to start college, I had a talk with my dad, you know 'THE TALK' parents give before you leave home...don't do drugs, don't be promiscuous, focus on your studies, etc etc. I thought it was just my dads routine talk till he said, "Ada mu I never talked to you about that note. I'm upset you used such foul language, you're not like that. Most importantly, I'm sad that you couldn't say anything to me. A wum nna gi. And we are closer than most fathers and daughters are." He didn't say anything more than that, and I think it was because of the suspicious sheen I saw in his eyes. My father is a proud man; he is not one who easily shares his emotions.
We never talked about the issue after that, but it still hurts me sometimes when I think about it. Not the abuse, cos I've since moved on from that by the grace of God, but by the tiny rift it created between me and my dad. Okay honestly, the abuse still sits in the farthest reaches of my mind a bit; it even helps me rationalize and justify some flaws and aspects of myself I don't like. But, I'm tryna move on from it...I don't even want it in the farthest reaches of my mind anymore. I want to be a clean slate, I want to let go completely.
There, I just shared a little bit more of myself...maybe when I truly share the rest I'll let go. Who knows? We'll see.
Nodi nu ofuma.
Dee (I called my diary Dee),
Today is a BAD day! What I feared would happen for so long actually happened today. Why today of all days?Two days before the crusade, 12 days before I leave for the states? God, how could you allow this to happen to me?! N [my eldest brother] just found the note I wrote so long ago in anger, a note that I thought I got rid of...to make matters worse, he gave it to popsie! I just got out of the room, after talking with mumsie, and I feel so bad, coz she's hurting, and popsie gave me an ultimatum through her. I'm NOT looking forward to tonight.
The entry ended there. I never updated after the night in question. I guess at this point you're wondering about the content of the note that was causing so much stress right? Well, in that note/letter, I had basically chronicled the abuse I had gone through (and the ages at which the incidents occurred). I remember now that I had kept the letter folded in my diary, and when got home from school that term, I'd seen it and planned to dispose of it, but I got interrupted (I think my mum had called me to help her with something). Anyways, I guess it fell out of my diary, and my eldest brother found it when he was cleaning the living room the next morning. My bro. N is very hot tempered, and he took the letter straight to my dad. I think what was upsetting him so much was the fact that the second sentence of the letter said: AGE 6: Molested by my cousin. My brother found that intolerable!
My dad basically gave my mum the letter and told her that by the time he g0t back from work that evening, he wanted to know three things: 1. Who was the cousin in question? 2. What exactly did he do? 3. When I'd become such a foul -mouthed person (Coz that note was FULL of swear words...like I said, I was mad). My mum called me to her room and grilled me till I gave her the person's name. She was so hurt cos it was her sister's son, the one my parents treated like a son. She asked me why I'd never told her abut it, and I told her why: Because I knew they'd both react like this. My dad and brothers would threaten the cousin in question, and my mum would be shattered by it. I love my mum to death and I hate to see her hurt in any way, so I felt I was protecting her. I guess I failed at that.
In actuality, this note came from my therapy at school. I got to a point where I was really depressed and almost suicidal. I was beginning to remember a lot of things I'd tried to suppress for s long, and I did not like the picture my memories were painting. One day I decided to just be strong about it, and I went to see my school counselor. One of the things she told me to do was to write out how I felt whenever any of my moods hit me (advice I still follow to this day), and that letter was one of the products of my writing. Well, back to the story.
I spent the whole day in fear. What, and how was I gonna talk to my dad? I couldn't look my mum in the eye either. I felt like I was so unclean, like I'd committed a major offense. Surprisingly, when my dad came back from work that night, he didn't call me aside. He didn't yell at me like I thought he would. He called me Ada Daddy like he always did. It was like he'd forgotten the whole episode. Instead he smiled at me, and sat me down, and we had a 'normal' evening. Back then, I thought he was having avoidance issues, but in retrospect, I've realized that he was just coping with his shock as he knew best. I think our family coping mechanism is "Forget about it. Act like nothing happened." All the same, I think it hurt my daddy a lot. He'd always been super intuitive where I was concerned, and my dad always seemed to know when something was wrong with me; he just couldn't fathom how he'd missed something this huge. We always were super close, me and my dad. I'm his only daughter, so I guess that's why.
I thought it was all forgotten, but the night before I came to the states to start college, I had a talk with my dad, you know 'THE TALK' parents give before you leave home...don't do drugs, don't be promiscuous, focus on your studies, etc etc. I thought it was just my dads routine talk till he said, "Ada mu I never talked to you about that note. I'm upset you used such foul language, you're not like that. Most importantly, I'm sad that you couldn't say anything to me. A wum nna gi. And we are closer than most fathers and daughters are." He didn't say anything more than that, and I think it was because of the suspicious sheen I saw in his eyes. My father is a proud man; he is not one who easily shares his emotions.
We never talked about the issue after that, but it still hurts me sometimes when I think about it. Not the abuse, cos I've since moved on from that by the grace of God, but by the tiny rift it created between me and my dad. Okay honestly, the abuse still sits in the farthest reaches of my mind a bit; it even helps me rationalize and justify some flaws and aspects of myself I don't like. But, I'm tryna move on from it...I don't even want it in the farthest reaches of my mind anymore. I want to be a clean slate, I want to let go completely.
There, I just shared a little bit more of myself...maybe when I truly share the rest I'll let go. Who knows? We'll see.
Nodi nu ofuma.
Monday, September 29, 2008
MND....
Happy Independence day to my fellow Nigerians! How did you spend the day? I hope it was a blessed and fun day for all!
I'm back my fellow citizens of blogsville! I'm sorry I was away for so long; I came back from the MCAT to meet even more drama. As for the MCAT, all I can say is: I'm praying. I no know whether na me write de exam abi na de exam write me. I guess I'll know when I see the results.
I've just had a whole lot going through my mind...a lot of random thoughts that I can't seem to collect. I started writing a post three times last week, and I just couldn't seem to get anything together, so I deleted the posts. I've decided just keep typing and see what comes of it.
I've been very sad about my dad's sister-in-law (whom I shall call MND) that passed. I wasn't close to her at all, but the few memories I have of her paint a picture of a nice, sweet lady who went through so much stress. Her husband K, my dad's half-brother, practiced polygamy (He had four wives, I think), so she already had to deal with some stress in the home. K was just following the footsteps of his father before him; My grandad married five wives, four of which had children. Obviously, my dad's family is a big one!
My Grandad was the Eze of his hometown, but the position didn't bring money with it; instead it seems to have brought strife with it. K, who was the diokpara of the family, was something of a disappointment. He was well educated, with a good job, but he drank a lot. As a result, after his death, there wasn't really much left for his wives and children to live on. MND was the youngest wife, so she seemed to be at the receiving end of a lot of hate in family. Auntie MN went through a lot of suffering, but finally my dad found a way to help her kids; sent them to school, and eventually her son made it over here to the states.
Her son, ND, has been focused in school, and he had just gotten a new job, and was ready to REALLY take care of his mum, when we received the bad news. I think what hurt us all so much is that she suffered all her life and died suffering as well. She'd been ill for a while, and none of her kids were home, so ND begged his stepmum, brothers, and sisters to take care of her. He sent every dollar he earned back home to take care of her till he could get home see her. They spent the money and did nothing for her. One of his sisters took the mum to a faith healer and felt she'd done her part. Can you imagine, everyone just stood aside and twiddled their thumbs while MND lay there dying. The first time they thought she was dead, they took her to the morgue, not the hospital, the MORGUE! After about one hour, she woke up, and they took her home (not to the hospital). The process occurred 3 more times, and finally she passed. After that they all started 'weeping and wailing'...I was so upset when I heard that, coz I cannot believe that anyone would be so callous as to see someone suffering so much and do nothing to help.
Through all this, I'm happy about one thing: She has finally been relieved from the suffering that she seemed to be embroiled in for such a major part of her life.
I'm surprised some of the things that still happen in this day and age. I guess I'm calling this post MND then....
Ka Odi Nu.
I'm back my fellow citizens of blogsville! I'm sorry I was away for so long; I came back from the MCAT to meet even more drama. As for the MCAT, all I can say is: I'm praying. I no know whether na me write de exam abi na de exam write me. I guess I'll know when I see the results.
I've just had a whole lot going through my mind...a lot of random thoughts that I can't seem to collect. I started writing a post three times last week, and I just couldn't seem to get anything together, so I deleted the posts. I've decided just keep typing and see what comes of it.
I've been very sad about my dad's sister-in-law (whom I shall call MND) that passed. I wasn't close to her at all, but the few memories I have of her paint a picture of a nice, sweet lady who went through so much stress. Her husband K, my dad's half-brother, practiced polygamy (He had four wives, I think), so she already had to deal with some stress in the home. K was just following the footsteps of his father before him; My grandad married five wives, four of which had children. Obviously, my dad's family is a big one!
My Grandad was the Eze of his hometown, but the position didn't bring money with it; instead it seems to have brought strife with it. K, who was the diokpara of the family, was something of a disappointment. He was well educated, with a good job, but he drank a lot. As a result, after his death, there wasn't really much left for his wives and children to live on. MND was the youngest wife, so she seemed to be at the receiving end of a lot of hate in family. Auntie MN went through a lot of suffering, but finally my dad found a way to help her kids; sent them to school, and eventually her son made it over here to the states.
Her son, ND, has been focused in school, and he had just gotten a new job, and was ready to REALLY take care of his mum, when we received the bad news. I think what hurt us all so much is that she suffered all her life and died suffering as well. She'd been ill for a while, and none of her kids were home, so ND begged his stepmum, brothers, and sisters to take care of her. He sent every dollar he earned back home to take care of her till he could get home see her. They spent the money and did nothing for her. One of his sisters took the mum to a faith healer and felt she'd done her part. Can you imagine, everyone just stood aside and twiddled their thumbs while MND lay there dying. The first time they thought she was dead, they took her to the morgue, not the hospital, the MORGUE! After about one hour, she woke up, and they took her home (not to the hospital). The process occurred 3 more times, and finally she passed. After that they all started 'weeping and wailing'...I was so upset when I heard that, coz I cannot believe that anyone would be so callous as to see someone suffering so much and do nothing to help.
Through all this, I'm happy about one thing: She has finally been relieved from the suffering that she seemed to be embroiled in for such a major part of her life.
I'm surprised some of the things that still happen in this day and age. I guess I'm calling this post MND then....
Ka Odi Nu.
Saturday, August 30, 2008
A Quick Note...
People of Blogsville, A nam ekene unu....I know I've been away for a while....last post on July 14? I didn't think I'd been away that long. Thanks, everyone, for the advice and concern; that was REALLY nice of you all.
Like the name of this post says, this is just a quick note, to let you know that I'm still around, and I will be back soon, I just have a lot going on now. I'm juggling school, and a little work, and MCAT studying, and starting on some of my med school applications (The other schools that don't require the MCAT). A lot has happened...there was a death in my dad's family, I've been going sick with worry over my mum (200/90 BP...her doctor said...and the woman will not rest!), she isn't feeling too well, and I don't think I'll see her this year (and it'll 4 yrs in December since I saw her last). Also I have the big MCAT D-day less than two weeks from now...September 12, and I'm not prepared in the least!
So please, bear with me for about two more weeks, and I'll have an update, and catch up on what's been going on in Blogsville.
So keep me in your prayers and keep your fingers crossed for me OK?!
Ka Odi Nu.
Like the name of this post says, this is just a quick note, to let you know that I'm still around, and I will be back soon, I just have a lot going on now. I'm juggling school, and a little work, and MCAT studying, and starting on some of my med school applications (The other schools that don't require the MCAT). A lot has happened...there was a death in my dad's family, I've been going sick with worry over my mum (200/90 BP...her doctor said...and the woman will not rest!), she isn't feeling too well, and I don't think I'll see her this year (and it'll 4 yrs in December since I saw her last). Also I have the big MCAT D-day less than two weeks from now...September 12, and I'm not prepared in the least!
So please, bear with me for about two more weeks, and I'll have an update, and catch up on what's been going on in Blogsville.
So keep me in your prayers and keep your fingers crossed for me OK?!
Ka Odi Nu.
Monday, July 14, 2008
Emotional Problems?
Something I saw today made me remember something really sad....and as much as I felt emotional about it, I couldn't express my emotions. It's weird because I never can express my emotions at the "acceptable" times...I bottle them up till I feel I'll burst with them, but at the same time, I feel like I have a block of ice barely beating in my chest. The craziest thing is, I cry over ridiculous stuff like movies and books....things that I know are purely works of fiction.
I wonder if I have taken a defense mechanism too far....I long to just let it all out and be cleansed! Like five minutes ago, I felt like writing poetry, and all that has been coming to mind is "And I will piece together the broken shards of my heart again." Am I weird for that?
I think I'm just depressed...
I wonder if I have taken a defense mechanism too far....I long to just let it all out and be cleansed! Like five minutes ago, I felt like writing poetry, and all that has been coming to mind is "And I will piece together the broken shards of my heart again." Am I weird for that?
I think I'm just depressed...
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Update on pO and Work Woes....
How una dey my people? Sorry I've been MIA for a while now....I have been busier than I thought I would be...Chei, American work and MCAT wahala no go kill me!
Anyways, I'm here to update as promised oh...bear with me if I wander off topic; I just got back from work and my mind is not fully functional. Ok...where to begin....Ah yes, pO.
I had been mulling over it for a while, trying to figure out what to do about the idiot; whether I should report him or not. I talked about it with H, my other friend, and she told me to let it go; after all, A had not done anything about it. I didn't think that was the best logic, but A herself didn't want to report him since she wasn't harmed, and A said she was also thinking of his family back home. She didn't want anything to happen to him here and put his family in a bind; A is softhearted like that. pO was sooo lucky....he should thank his stars; he better not try it again. A said she also told him to back off, 'cos she wasn't playing with him anymore; Sha I've told her to make sure sh's never alone with him again. pO's brother came to visit from 9ja for a week, and during that time, A, H, and I were basically the ones who took him around and kept him entertained. Sure I was a bit irritated at first, but then, why should I blame the young man for having a useless brother? pO has stopped harassing A; He claims that she is "in love with his brother". Can you imagine that? He didn't even stop because he felt he did something wrong, but because she's in love with his brother? What an idiot.
The idiocy that pO embodies, however, has not ended. This moron called H on Saturday and told her to come over. She did so, thinking it was an emergency 'cos he made it sound that way. Before I continue, lemme give you brief background information here. H has known pO for almost 4 yrs now, and gone through "the cycle" with him. He's harassed her for a long while now, and he finally gave up when he realised she was sticking with her current boyfriend, LB; this was about 5 months ago. Then pO moved to A and you know the story. Ok, back to the gist. So H goes over, expecting to find an incapacitated pO, but no. He answers the door, looking as healthy as ever. She goes in and asks him why he called her over. pO makes her sit, then proceeds to tell her how he wants her so bad, and how they need to get together so she can "give him some." H told me she was just in shock for a while, then she reminded him that she had a boyfriend. pO's response was that "LB doesn't have to know; we can get out of this town and have a good time." At this point, H was disgusted, so she told him that he should not bother her and left. Sine then, the pervert has been blowing up her phone. The last time, yesterday, he told her to give him a response by Friday. Now she's just ignoring his calls. Can you believe the unmitigated gall of this idiot? How can one person misbehave so much? Has he no shame, flipping between close friends? And for that matter, trying to force unwanted attention on a person? Shaaz, he won't try anything physical with H because she will deal with him....she is stronger than him! Una help me see wahala?
I am not going to let pO's stupidity ruin my happiness sha. I finally got paid today! After three weeks of work with no pay, my boss came by today and handed me my paycheck...you should have seen how I was shining my teeth ehn! You can't blame me oh...my account has been dry like the Gobi desert for the past week, and all my bills have been waiting. I just found out though that my boss gave me the wrong amount of money sha....It's not his fault though, I put in the wrong amount of hours. He has promised to rectify the situation though....I can't wait to do my happy dance oh...the fruit of my labors will be well spent!
Speaking of work, I'm about to discipline someone at work oh. I told you all about BZee and SK, but I didn't tell you about HS because I hadn't met him at the time. HS's job at my workplace is basically to make copies and pull charts and do whatever else needs to be done. In all my life, I have never met such an annoying, lazy human being! He comes in to work, looks around like he plans to do something, puts his head on the desk and SLEEPS. He is being paid oh, no be say na volunteer. At first I ignored it, 'cos I figured he just didn't have anything to do at the time. But then, this human being started showing his true colors; I gave him a number of files that needed to be copied, and this warey asked me if I was going to lunch. I said "No, why?", and the mugu had the nerve to tell me that I should go do it myself because HE's about to go eat lunch; and get this, this was at 11:15. I had to be civilized, so I insisted till he did it. After that I gave him a list of files to get from the record room, and he told me, "But you still have one file there, do that first." I was taken aback oh...see me see trouble. I almost told him "Common shut up your dirty mouth and go get those files my friend!", before I calmed myself down, and with as much civility as I could muster, I insisted he get the files and he did. My red eye was threatening to show oh. Then I was reading my e-mail during lunch and I felt a presence hovering. I jumped up and nearly pulled some Jackie Chan moves, just for me to discover the same idiot HK just hovering over my shoulder. By now, my hand was beginning to itch. I sat down and continued to read my e-mail, just for me to turn and see HK reading my e-mail, comfortably with me. Then he even had the nerve to ask me stupid questions about my PERSONAL e-mails that he just read. I asked the mumu why he was reading my e-mail over my shoulder and he replied that I should "Chill out, it's not like he was doing anything wrong." See pikin when I for don born finish, if no be say na America we dey ehn....To crown it all, HK went back to sleep and said I should wake him up when I needed copies. That wasn't what annoyed me though. This boy sat with his back to me, an I was just enjoying my snack in my corner of the cubicle when I heard psss...po po po po pah! This boy had just given me 21 gun salute of mess, and just when I was trying to enjoy my snack oh! To make matters worse, the thing de smell, bad (You Indians and their spicy food). To add insult to injury, he woke up and said, "Oh. was that me?" Before nko? Him no fit identify his own toxin? Me and BZee said yes, and he replied, "I was asleep, it's not like I could control it." E be like like say dem never sound that boy well well before. I might be the one to do it. Inside my mind, I thought "If dem born you well, try me again today. You will surely see my red eye." It's like he heard my thoughts because he didn't try anything useless again throughout the week. Una for see me for evening news for child abuse. Because him think sey dem born am for America....I will soon give him some Nigerian discipline. *hiss*
I have to share this with you too oh. My supervisor at work na oyinbo girl. The type who gives evidence for the dumb blonde stereotype. I'd just met her for the first time last week, and she was trying to pronounce my name. I don't think my name is that difficult to pronounce, but then, it has been butchered so many times. Before the young lady would bite her tongue, I gave her a short version of my name, and told her not to worry, that I know my name is hard to pronounce for many here. After she insisted on continuing for a while she finally gave up and called me the nickname. After that, she proceeded to say one of the dumbest things I've heard: "Its okay. I bet the same way your name is hard is the same way my name and other English names must seem so exotic back in Africa. By the way, how long have you been here? You speak such good English for someone who just learnt it." Wth? First off, her name is Megan. Secondly, I speak better English than she does. I'm used to such comments now though, so I don't get offended. Still, that was funny.
I've gotten carried away again and written a long post. Abegi, make I go hit my books for a while before I hit the bed.
Enjoy your week!
Anyways, I'm here to update as promised oh...bear with me if I wander off topic; I just got back from work and my mind is not fully functional. Ok...where to begin....Ah yes, pO.
I had been mulling over it for a while, trying to figure out what to do about the idiot; whether I should report him or not. I talked about it with H, my other friend, and she told me to let it go; after all, A had not done anything about it. I didn't think that was the best logic, but A herself didn't want to report him since she wasn't harmed, and A said she was also thinking of his family back home. She didn't want anything to happen to him here and put his family in a bind; A is softhearted like that. pO was sooo lucky....he should thank his stars; he better not try it again. A said she also told him to back off, 'cos she wasn't playing with him anymore; Sha I've told her to make sure sh's never alone with him again. pO's brother came to visit from 9ja for a week, and during that time, A, H, and I were basically the ones who took him around and kept him entertained. Sure I was a bit irritated at first, but then, why should I blame the young man for having a useless brother? pO has stopped harassing A; He claims that she is "in love with his brother". Can you imagine that? He didn't even stop because he felt he did something wrong, but because she's in love with his brother? What an idiot.
The idiocy that pO embodies, however, has not ended. This moron called H on Saturday and told her to come over. She did so, thinking it was an emergency 'cos he made it sound that way. Before I continue, lemme give you brief background information here. H has known pO for almost 4 yrs now, and gone through "the cycle" with him. He's harassed her for a long while now, and he finally gave up when he realised she was sticking with her current boyfriend, LB; this was about 5 months ago. Then pO moved to A and you know the story. Ok, back to the gist. So H goes over, expecting to find an incapacitated pO, but no. He answers the door, looking as healthy as ever. She goes in and asks him why he called her over. pO makes her sit, then proceeds to tell her how he wants her so bad, and how they need to get together so she can "give him some." H told me she was just in shock for a while, then she reminded him that she had a boyfriend. pO's response was that "LB doesn't have to know; we can get out of this town and have a good time." At this point, H was disgusted, so she told him that he should not bother her and left. Sine then, the pervert has been blowing up her phone. The last time, yesterday, he told her to give him a response by Friday. Now she's just ignoring his calls. Can you believe the unmitigated gall of this idiot? How can one person misbehave so much? Has he no shame, flipping between close friends? And for that matter, trying to force unwanted attention on a person? Shaaz, he won't try anything physical with H because she will deal with him....she is stronger than him! Una help me see wahala?
I am not going to let pO's stupidity ruin my happiness sha. I finally got paid today! After three weeks of work with no pay, my boss came by today and handed me my paycheck...you should have seen how I was shining my teeth ehn! You can't blame me oh...my account has been dry like the Gobi desert for the past week, and all my bills have been waiting. I just found out though that my boss gave me the wrong amount of money sha....It's not his fault though, I put in the wrong amount of hours. He has promised to rectify the situation though....I can't wait to do my happy dance oh...the fruit of my labors will be well spent!
Speaking of work, I'm about to discipline someone at work oh. I told you all about BZee and SK, but I didn't tell you about HS because I hadn't met him at the time. HS's job at my workplace is basically to make copies and pull charts and do whatever else needs to be done. In all my life, I have never met such an annoying, lazy human being! He comes in to work, looks around like he plans to do something, puts his head on the desk and SLEEPS. He is being paid oh, no be say na volunteer. At first I ignored it, 'cos I figured he just didn't have anything to do at the time. But then, this human being started showing his true colors; I gave him a number of files that needed to be copied, and this warey asked me if I was going to lunch. I said "No, why?", and the mugu had the nerve to tell me that I should go do it myself because HE's about to go eat lunch; and get this, this was at 11:15. I had to be civilized, so I insisted till he did it. After that I gave him a list of files to get from the record room, and he told me, "But you still have one file there, do that first." I was taken aback oh...see me see trouble. I almost told him "Common shut up your dirty mouth and go get those files my friend!", before I calmed myself down, and with as much civility as I could muster, I insisted he get the files and he did. My red eye was threatening to show oh. Then I was reading my e-mail during lunch and I felt a presence hovering. I jumped up and nearly pulled some Jackie Chan moves, just for me to discover the same idiot HK just hovering over my shoulder. By now, my hand was beginning to itch. I sat down and continued to read my e-mail, just for me to turn and see HK reading my e-mail, comfortably with me. Then he even had the nerve to ask me stupid questions about my PERSONAL e-mails that he just read. I asked the mumu why he was reading my e-mail over my shoulder and he replied that I should "Chill out, it's not like he was doing anything wrong." See pikin when I for don born finish, if no be say na America we dey ehn....To crown it all, HK went back to sleep and said I should wake him up when I needed copies. That wasn't what annoyed me though. This boy sat with his back to me, an I was just enjoying my snack in my corner of the cubicle when I heard psss...po po po po pah! This boy had just given me 21 gun salute of mess, and just when I was trying to enjoy my snack oh! To make matters worse, the thing de smell, bad (You Indians and their spicy food). To add insult to injury, he woke up and said, "Oh. was that me?" Before nko? Him no fit identify his own toxin? Me and BZee said yes, and he replied, "I was asleep, it's not like I could control it." E be like like say dem never sound that boy well well before. I might be the one to do it. Inside my mind, I thought "If dem born you well, try me again today. You will surely see my red eye." It's like he heard my thoughts because he didn't try anything useless again throughout the week. Una for see me for evening news for child abuse. Because him think sey dem born am for America....I will soon give him some Nigerian discipline. *hiss*
I have to share this with you too oh. My supervisor at work na oyinbo girl. The type who gives evidence for the dumb blonde stereotype. I'd just met her for the first time last week, and she was trying to pronounce my name. I don't think my name is that difficult to pronounce, but then, it has been butchered so many times. Before the young lady would bite her tongue, I gave her a short version of my name, and told her not to worry, that I know my name is hard to pronounce for many here. After she insisted on continuing for a while she finally gave up and called me the nickname. After that, she proceeded to say one of the dumbest things I've heard: "Its okay. I bet the same way your name is hard is the same way my name and other English names must seem so exotic back in Africa. By the way, how long have you been here? You speak such good English for someone who just learnt it." Wth? First off, her name is Megan. Secondly, I speak better English than she does. I'm used to such comments now though, so I don't get offended. Still, that was funny.
I've gotten carried away again and written a long post. Abegi, make I go hit my books for a while before I hit the bed.
Enjoy your week!
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