To think that I’m still stuck in this traffic, in this bus with this drunk man and he’s still recycling the same gist just makes me want to pull my hair (or my beautiful braids in this case). Next thing I know, the driver starts to drive like a bat straight out of hell and EVERYONE (except me) starts talking. See them raining insults from all corners of the bus. Some were waking his dead grandfather (I’m assuming here) from the grave. Then they all go into this debate about how Nigeria is bad and raising rhetorical questions of why the government will not train drivers, or repair the roads, or fix the public transport system and so on. The cacophony!!!
Just when I think my bus ride can’t get any worse, this guy seating 2 seats away from me, leans across from his space, over the person seating between us and starts to chat me up (you’ve got to be kidding me). “Hello, hello, hello, hello”, he says, “ah, sister answer me now”. I look up at him. “You’re not even contributing to the discussion na. The driver is driving anyhow and you’re not saying anything. Are we not in this bus together?” I totally can not believe this. I must have had a funny expression on my face because he backed down a bit. Next thing I hear is “sister can I have your BB pin?”, with this stupid grin on his face. “You can make a friend in one day o, you don’t know”
I’m too shocked for words and I’m too distraught at the moment to continue writing. Can my day get any worse?
The traffic in Lagos is so annoying, it makes me wish I was one of the characters in “Rent A Ghost” so I can appear and disappear as I please where ever I want.
Its bad enough that its bumper to bumper as far as the eyes can see but to be stuck in the same bus with a drunk who obviously has no clue what’s going on around him, is another matter. This guy is just a Learner! He has given us a skewed, vivid and unsolicited picture of his family tree. So far I’ve learned that his father is from Badagry, his mum is from Cotonou and he is from Ghana (that’s confusing seeing that he was born, raised and is based in Lagos); he loves women and refers to us as flowers (actively seeking concurrence from other men in the bus); he want Nigerians to cooperate (but doesn’t seem to know why we should); he is a very wealthy man (which he will prove to us if we are willing to follow him to the Cotonou border – he swears with his life on this one), he has travelled far and wide – “where have you travelled to?”, he asks one of the passengers; and he is a total ass. All of this information was given to us on top of his voice and with the strong stench of alcohol. I’m just tired of it all. The noise he’s making is filtering into my thoughts and preventing me from writing. I’ll talk to y’all later.
I’m not really sure if its called Good Saturday but I do hope today pans out well. Ok, I have to stop with the parody already because its getting stale. Right now, I’m on my way home (to my parents place) in a taxi that I believe has epilepsy with the way it keeps jerking (no offense). I have to go home and catch a good sleep before the awesomeness of last night starts to take its toll on me. *hehehhehhe* Anyways, I’ve got youth camp thereafter, which will last till tomorrow and then I’ve got the SOD show to help out with. My days ahead of me are filled with so many activities, its almost overwhelming. All I think of right now is my bed.
Yes its still Good Friday and you will not believe where I am or all I’ve been up to. Let’s just say that it really has been a good friday.
I can’t believe that I waited in front of the PEP store for 2 hours before it dawned on me to ask whether or not the store was opening today! Turns out (as you might have already guessed) they do not open on public holidays. Darn! I was gonna show you guys my thrifty skills. Not to worry though. I had lined up another event to exhibit this unique gift (thriftiness I mean). You do know its a gift right?
So I zoom off to the Lagos Mega Shoe sale to get my thrift on and I couldn’t believe the number of girls that can fit into a room. It was amazing. But the shoes weren’t so amazing to me (in terms price vs style vs variety) but the quality was good. I was able to snag 2 shoes though @ N13,000 for both of them. Fair, but not so thrifty if you know where I’ve been. Please see pix above. Not really satisfied though because I was hoping to buy more shoes for my new job (resuming on my birthday, yay!!!) So off to my office to browse my special shopping websites, which I’ll reveal in due time and to wait for Dayo, the seamstress who’s making my dress for Oti’s wedding.
Its Good Friday. I really don’t know what to say. All I know is that Christ has borne our sins and cleansed us with his blood. Sin has no power over us! Another good thing about today is not only that its a Friday where we wind down for the weekend, its a public holiday and its the weekend already (yay!!!).
Just this morning, I’ve dropped Ayo off @ ‘Lere, started house hunting, and I’m currently in front of the PEP store on Broad Street to get my thrift on (did I mention that I am a thrift shopper, and any other type of thrifter there is).
Ok so this is me saying bye for now. If I have the time (and energy), I shall post pictures of the thriftiness. Take care and have a wonderful holiday.