I find it extremely a tad annoying when people are surprised that I don’t typically get weekends and public holidays off work.

As a doctor, I would expect them to be shocked upon hearing that I work nine to five, Monday to Friday, not the other way round.

Someone actually once complained that it wasn’t fair that we were made to work public holidays and I asked them whether they would think it alright if they were to take ill on a public holiday  and on getting to the hospital, were turned back because the doctors were off for the day.

I didn’t receive any reply, of course, so I shook my head, turned and walked away.




Before I start, let me complain small about one scene in The Contract.
The scene where he produced ‘the stuff’. Why da hell did we need to see/hear that?! Pluxxxx, is that how people sound biko? Hian!
Having said, Hlomla redeemed every disgusting/implausible/are-you-freaking-kidding-me scene. Aaaaaaah……#dreamy eyed#

Anyhoooo, dazz not the point of today’s story.
I saw a guy in church today. He was two seats away from me and I spied his fineness from the corner hof my heyes.
Choi! Na wa o. I was only half listening to the pastor.
And he actually isn’t really a stranger. I knew him about 13 years ago (not saying where from before people start putting 2 and 5 together), but I don’t think we ever met. I sha remember his name. 😀

The first thing I did was to scope his left hand- I had to check nwanne m, with the way all these children I grew up with have been marrying up and down.
Anyway, both hands were empty. There was a chic seated beside him and it kinda looked like they were together-ish. But her hands were jewelry-free so FAIR GAME, babyyyy!

So first of all, I have to repackage. That means I’ve gotta do something about this my hair that I’ve been carrying around like a primary 6 pupil. Then I should start growing my nails again; and I should maybe dust off my make-up box?
This man thing is work o. But I shall keep my eyes on the prize. Eyes on the prize…

Second of all, I shall have to start attending every church meeting and service and find out where he likes to sit- and start liking to sit there too. I already know where he parks.

Lord, I sound like a desperate stalker but warevs man. I have way too much free time. Heehee.

We are bound to accidentally meet somehow. I know he’d recognise me so half the ice is actually already broken.

Shebi someone may be wondering why I don’t just go over and say hi since we kuku sabi before. Well…. That doesn’t require planning; and I like to plan so there.

Wish me luck o.



I put up a post on Facebook asking if it was normal to want separate bedrooms after getting married.
Somebody said it was the best thing (tongue-in-cheek, I know), others thought it was an unspeakable atrocity. Heehee.
Na them sabi sha, as I asked because I’ve been contemplating that a whole lot, like since forever.

I like my space.

Let me rephrase: I’m totally, unapologetically, addicted to my space.

Growing up as an only daughter, I kinda got used to having my own room and by the time I got to school and started having room mates, I realised how important personal space was to me.

I’m sort of finicky. OK maybe I have a little OCD- only a minuscule amount sha. I don’t wash my hands after every breath like some people; but I do like things in a particular way and I hate dislike coming back to find that something isn’t the way I left it.

I also enjoy solitude. I have a whole lot to say to myself on any given day and somebody else yapping away or shuffling about in the background would just be a very unwanted interruption.

Having an exhilarating convo with the voices in my head.

Having an exhilarating convo with the voices in my head.

Then comes the little issue of my, ahem, personal effects. I don’t know about you guys but I have yet to warm up to the idea of another person being all up in my business, plus I read somewhere that one of the secrets to retaining the spark in your marriage is, well, having some secrets- if you know worrai mean. I’m not in any hurry to be seen finish.

And I’m sure all the newly married voltrons will come with their preaching about how when you marry you are now one and loving is sharing and blaargh blarrgh.

Personally, I don’t take advice from newly-weds for the singular reason that they are all still starry and googly eyed and more often than not haven’t had their bubbles burst. In other words, honeymoon phase still dey worry them.

If you have celebrated your fifth wedding anniversary, then I can listen to you. And no, 5 years of living in sin doesn’t count.

:p   ( na play o!)

In case you were wondering what I plan to do when the children come, my plan is to cross that bridge when I get to it. And if them worry me too much, I can send them to their father’s room.
See? Win-win!