Stressed

I am stressed because I hate planning things but I love planning things. Too many bridal showers this year, too many weddings. Which means I have to deal with tailor drama, make up drama, aso ebi drama, gele drama, bridal train drama (This has already started). All this on top of the pressure of me standing firm and not working until I get a job I will enjoy. One half of the parental unit has summoned me to Abuja to work for him. Need to break it to him that I am not coming. Stressed because 3 out of a group of 5 are engaged and everyone keeps asking me when I am getting engaged. Stressed because although I love my boyfriend, I miss being single and not having to think about anyone else but myself Stressed because I went for a job interview that I know that I did not want but pays well and now I hear that I have to come back for a second round of interviews so they can choose between me and this other guy. Stressed because the pay is amazing but it isn't what I want to do. Stressed because I need to start my start-up but starting is stressing me out. Stressed because I have students that I have to teach and I don't want to make a mistake. Stressed because I know God is trying to teach me lessons but I am sometimes to impatient to wait/learn. Stressed because I am not ready to be a church leader but I feel like I am being pigeon holed into taking responsibility. Stressed because I finally love to exercise but since I am about to annoy the parental unit, I might not be able to afford to work out anymore. Stressed because I need my visa to come out so I can pay for my flight ticket. Stressed because I HAVE NO LIGHT. NIGERIA WHICH WAY FORWARD. Stressed because I seem to have problems with letting people go, which was not a problem in the past. I have changed too much. A soft heart that bleeds will eventually stop beating. Stressed because I have so much to say but I am too lazy to write.

Z-nation

Z nation is my guilty pleasure show of the moment. It is so slapstick but I love it. Went to a wedding with the SO (significant other) on Saturday. The heat was unbearable. I just had ti sit in one corner and do babe. Dancing was out of the question. Instead of me to get with the programme of wearing next to nothing to weddings I defiantly wore an ankle length skirt. The heat had the last laugh. This didi on my head makes me look like an ekaete but at least I don't have to go through the struggle of combing and plaiting it every night. I really should get started on that podcast. Time waits for no man and all that jazz. Oh! Saw a girl I used ti be friends with on Saturday as well. She too far away for me to be civil at best and when she was close enough it would not have been a good idea. Also ain't nobody gat time to start up another round of talk talk. Anyway as "big" as Lagos is I am sure I will run into her again. Still trying to convince B to wear a risque dress for her reception. She keeps going on about her father in law and I keep telling her that he will be more than alright. Actually I am just teasing her. Looking like a 10 dollar hoe at your wedding reception is not photobook material.

Beacause I am waiting for this show to load....

Sigh...... Fast Internet.... Oh how I took you for granted.... Now watching one episode of my favorite show takes 2 hours..... No I will no download. I am too lazy for that..... My year away was amazing... I grew in so many ways... Mostly thanks to my boyfriend... I used to think I was so Zen.... Pfffffttttttt..... Now the journey to Zeness (Is this a real word?? Do I care??) begins. So many things to say... Biggest lesson I learnt from my year away is not to take things personally. For example, a friend and I are supposed to be running a business venture. She has been MIA (which isn't unusual), tried to reach out, usually she calls me after a few tries. This time chased her for 3 weeks no response. Then I get a text saying " Hey, I have been deliberately MIA, Will call you at lunch.". 5 days later I am still waiting for this cool phone call. Old me would have been burnt and angry but I am surprisingly chilled. What will be will be and what will not , will not. JOB HUNTING!!! ARGGGGHHHHH Got a text today for an interview tomorrow. Googled the company and it had so many bad reviews. This is me thinking " Hian with all my certificate , you want me to carry drugs to hawk from office to office?? Mbanu..." I should post more. I think I will. I know I will. End of year resolution.

Where to begin??

It has been such an interesting year for me.I say year because iy has been almost a year since I put up a post I remember thinking to myself " I haven't had any of those trials that the bible talks about, what is wrong with me?" The sayings be careful what you ask for and When it rains it pours are apt. Picked up a few " enemies" on the way, okay enemies is me being my dramatic self. Cut off a few people, got cut off. A lot of growth. Learnt the value of friends who speak their mind but still support you. Lost weight (Summer I see you) Found Love (Finally, I know) Interesting year.

Men are not from Mars, they are from the land of " You need to get it together"

Yes once again I have been thoroughly harassed by she who must not be named for neglecting my blog. ........................................................................................................... I Just cannot understand men. We think so differently. Over the weekend i got the " i really like you " speech from a guy. Flattered as i was i asked him " but didn't you just break up with your girlfriend" and he goes " That was 3 months ago". Now for me 3 months is not a rational amount of time to be over someone but apparently for a guy it is. So i am intrigued by this concept. I further my experiment. Two friends. Used to date. Broke up. I ask the guy so are u ready to date and he is like of course we broke up 7months ago. I ask the girl and she is like they just broke up. It has only been 6 months In summary time passes very differently for guys than it does for girls. A girl can take a year to get over a douche bag or a perfectly nice guy and in contrast a guy is ready to date much quicker. Then again that may be because guys don't always take time out to heal. They just go about carrying old hurts and allowing it to change who they were. Tweh! .................................................................................................................. This week at work the only two people i am properly friends with had this huge public fight in the kitchen. It was so painful to watch. Sigh. I now had the pleasant job of explaining to them how they both messed up. Now their friendship is destroyed. I am quite glad that i learnt very early on that when u are angry do not throw personal insults. You can never take them back. Your words will fester and become a wound that will never heal. Oh well i am just going to have to learn to be friends with them individually as opposed to the group we once were. Speaking about work I have started my count down. ..................................................................................................................... Going out less and less and that is just the way I like it!

Bella Naija i am angry with you

So i know bella naija isn't exactly known for it's well researched and political stories and that is fine. They are a lifestyle website. All fine and dandy buuuuuuuuttttt when did they become home wreckers?????? I go on there and find a feature on my ex-crush from my last post. I am happy but also sad that i have to share his amazing voice with the world. And if you haven't figured this is a delusional rant. Loool. I am happy for him. Good music should be appreciated. Sigh.. That being sAid i am still on a quest to find the one, who isn't necessarily THE ONE, who will write me a love letter or a song. Don't all rush and come at me at one now

On Vanity

This post has been sitting in my draft for almost 6 months!!!!!! Too poor  . So the first 3 lines is a condensed version of the original post then i shall just go back to rambling
On Vanity

One of my favorite sayings is 'I'm so pretty and witty and gay', it is from the play West Side Story.... I love Plays.... Okay so when i started this post i was in a bad place. I say bad place because vanity is such a horrible thing. I left it sitting in my draft and coming back to it i realise i have changed. I still like to look pretty but not because i want other people to say i look nice but because I want to look nice for myself. Okay moving on...

I have started wearing heels to church. Whoop whoop. And i like it. My dream of becoming a Lagos IT girl may still happen.

Anyway back to vanity.

Too many Lagos girls are all vanity and no substance. It is so sad. I am glad i took a step back to re-evaluate. That being said change is not easy. It is when you decide not to be that girl who dates randomly that guys from your past start paying attention, but the devil is a LIAR.


Oooer speaking of church i had a crush on this guy in my church for about 2 sundays ( what can i say, old habits die hard). He isn't even my usual type but boy can he sing. I fell in love when i watched him perform at  some thing i went to with a friend. Of which said friend had just broken up with his girlfriend, i don't know why he wanted to go to a valentines day open mic thing. I would have been at home crying. Men are such strange creatures. Anyway the moral of the story is i had a new crush, albeit for a short while and it felt might good.