Personal, The Future

What comes next


So, I leave tomorrow.

Yes, tomorrow.

I mean, I have stayed an extra sixteen days since passing out from service. My family and friends have been calling and asking of my movement. I have been very busy being productive. More on that later.


I leave town tomorrow.

But I’m not going home.

Not yet.

I’m moving to Lagos.

Earlier today, I had nearly all my neighbors in my room. Looking for what to take. I made it into a sort of garage sale. And then put them to work helping me organize and pack my stuff. It was a very productive venture. My room was emptied and packed up in a couple hours.

Then in the evening, I took all of them out to celebrate my last day here. All 12 of them. It was a really fun night. Drinking, eating, dancing and lots of laugh all round. Makes me wish we’d gathered like this before now. There might have beenĀ  a lap dance included. Or two. Don’t tell my boyfriend. He wouldn’t approve.

Honestly, I’m so wired up with excitement. My neighbors feel the same way. So we bought us a bottle of McDowell’s and took it home with us. Now there’s music blasting in my room. From someone’s computer of course. All my stuff’s been packed up.

I feel really good. I spent a year in this town. Took care of myself without assistance from family or friends. It was a big step towards being an adult. Now I’m moving to the next thing.

Next stop, Lagos state.
Wish me luck.

Personal, Rants


We read too dammit.

I’m not going to cry marginalization before I read the Amazon policy (and I’m never going to read it anyway so that point is moot).

It hurts too. Especially when it’s not even free. We pay just fine.

I guess I should just pay the Scribd subscription. I wonder if some of their titles are regional based.

What’s a girl gotta do to read a book online?!!!!

Current Issues, Personal

So I dreamt of OBJ and GMB and if you don’t know who those are you shouldn’t be reading this.

Anyone who has read my posts from a month back would know that I’ve had weird dreams for every night of that period. What you don’t know is that the dreams haven’t entirely stopped. If I’m being truthful to myself I admit that I’m getting freaked out by that.

I’m not sure if going to bed with Fun’s album, I think Some Nights is the title, in my head is a good idea. Who knows? I really like their songs. Especially All Alone. Or is it Why am I the one? Anyway the track that talks about being alone. Cos that’s how I feel right now. And all night. Or is it all alright. It’s so not. NOT alright.

But I digress.

Who dreams of OBJ? Add GMB to that equation. I must have being really out of my mind. Those two are a dangerous combination. It speaks more of Nigeria than I’m ready to admit.

I’ve never had a passport. I mean I’ve been thinking about it for months since I was mobilized for NYSC but I haven’t actually made any move towards getting it six months in. But I was in Germany in my dreams. I guess dreams break the passport and visa barriers. I think I should travel more in my dreams.

I talked with OBJ in Germany. He was supposedly my friend or humble enough to relate to me why he should go all the way to Germany to sign something that makes Wike the President of Nigeria or maybe I was the press. That’s an interesting idea. I shudder at the thought of OBJ being my friend. That’s a morbid thought.

I think he said that (I can’t be too sure; my memory might be wrong) Wike is the right person (candidate) for the Presidency because he understands the theoretical implications of corruption to the Nigerian economy. I wonder if he just means to say that Wike is a Professor of economics. I’m really curious to know if he is.

Then I was laying on the verandah of my parents’ flat in Onitsha and guess who was hitting his head on the purple plastic table we leave out there. In a daffy duck fashion I might add. His Royal Highness GMB. I said to him in a conversational tone, “I thought you were serious about this curbing corruption thingy” and he replied, “I’m really out of my depth on this one.

I’m glad this was only a dream. Whoever sang “IT WAS ONLY JUST A DREAMMMMMMMM” (that’s probably not the title but it was in the lyrics) hit the nail on the head. Anyway, I hope I wasn’t appointed by His Royal Majesty or was it Highness to fight the corruption because even in my sorry dream state I’m already planning what to do with the national cake. Or is it national moin-moin like Mama G sang in that song of hers.

OK, enough. This doesn’t even crack me up and I don’t expect you to get cracked up either. A ‘waka pass’ would be enough. I love you.

Ekiti, Nigeria.

Personal, The Future

Runaway blogger

Ever since the new academic session resumed exactly four weeks today, It’s been go. I’ve been busier than I’ve ever been. Even more than I was as a freshman in the university. My workload is something else.

As part of my national service, I teach government to senior secondary school students in a school in southwestern Nigeria. Not only have I never taught in my life (I studied Public Administration in the university), my head teacher who is supposed to guide me around the whole process got transferred to another school the week of resumption and there’s been no replacement. So I’m basically winging it.

Talk about swimming off the deep end. That’s how I feel most of the time. At least I used to feel that way. I’m catching up. Barely. This is the fifth week and I’m still running on the third week class work. It’s been really busy.

To add to that most of my friends have completed their service year and will b officially passing out on Thursday the 15th. I’ll miss them terribly.

Apart from school work, I’ve had my hand in many pies trying to learn a lot of stuff from my older colleagues before they all leave. I have been perfecting my bead jewelry making. I’ve also learnt the basics in making bags, some ideas for shoes, fabric jewelry and baking. And I’ve also been taking a weekend Project Management class.

Sometimes I forget I’m one person. It’ll get easier. As much I like the feel of accomplishing something at the end of the day, I have relegated a lot of other things to the background. Like blogging for example. I haven’t been online much except to watch some recommended video resources online.

So here’s your runaway blogger asking you to please bear with her absences. It’ll be far in-between.

And here’s the bell. I’m off to class.

Ekiti, Nigeria