Lord of mercy..blogger has shown me wen...i've been trying to post an entry for the past week but to no avail...kai the thing has been doing my head in i even thought of moving to wordpress.
No vex about the name change,i figured am not going to be fat forever(or so i like to tell myself) and even though am an "ex-school nerd" i'll forever be a NERD!
So yeah am real tired..my body still aches from thursday night.Get your mind out of the gutter.
What happened, oh me and my friends odun and ngozi went to tejuosho to change money and buy jeans oh.But those crazed ibo bois have a knack for just making your already horrid day even more horrid.Instead of answering me they were deliberating whether i was yoruba cause a fine girl like me can't be yoruba(their words not mine) as far as am concerned they'd have said the same thing if i were a guinea fowl as long as i wanted to buy stuff from them.
you get ibotic looking fellas that look like they had a head on collision with a tank of bleaching cream dragging you rom left to right."Ah fine girl,my size! big baby!orobo! ur mama do well o!" spitting ibo to me."odikwa riski riski riski"(forgive me thats the only thing i know in ibo o!)..Lemme the fuck alone, no i dont want to buy victoria's secret or gbemisola's secret or "versachi" why should i come and see your shop when i dont need what ur selling.Better relax yourself and get out of my front jare.Tej is hectic!
Three years back id have followed my mumcy to alade market while she went to one "try me boutique" to buy clothes for me and she'd ask for 3 extra large and i'll be like "thanx for indirectly telling me i look like a cow" of course i was nothing near that size but can you argue with mum-no!
Then she'll pick some fab top of the rack and i'll be like finally something that king kong himself would not reject and she'll be like "Gerrout it's for me!" shuoo....so it's me you want to be rocking some ol' mama duds and you want to be doing some ol' mama youngee stuvs..mba!
I am glad that chapter of my life is closed.All the 3 extra large clothes are now rags and it hurts me cause they were expensive.If i had all that money we used to spend now i will close down tej.lol..hmmm
By the time we were thru it was like 6:00pm and i have a 5:00pm curfew o! So there i was at the bustop till like 7:30pm.I always fancy myself as half ajebutta/half ajekpako..but that day the ajebutter came out oh...i started crying...flashing my folks to call me.My mom finally called me after shouting at me, i asked her if i could take a cab "Never! at this time dont u know its dangerous...yada yada yada" my dad collects the fone "Wo laide take a cab now now!"...mum collects the fone "Laide wait for a bus dont take a cab i've said my own oh"....and they argue back and forth and i just cut the call jare.Wasting my bloody time.
Anyways i finally got into a bus but it wasnt reaching my area but anywhere was better than there,well the same bus decided they'd go to my area but i had to pay triple of what i usually pay..i didnt mind o.The hold-up was a killer and it felt like a cockroach was clibbing up my skirt and u know me and cockroaches..i would have dabaru-ed that bus ehn.
Got to my area by 8:00pm had to chill at an empty total petrol station and called my bro to come and pick me and he took his time sha.My mum ate me raw but my dad was a bit more understanding.
Had to skip my night exercise cause the day itself was an exercise.I hadn't had anything to eat all day except the miserable wrigleys i bought standing on the unilag line at yaba and one sprite my brother shouldn't know about.But it wasn't my fault the sprite was calling me calling me...."laide baby!"..and when a sprite goes out of its way to communicate with u.You answer dammit!
Don't want to have to go throught that again abeg.