Tuesday, August 19, 2014


I think my issue these days is that work stress has considerably reduced. Things got so busy I did not have anything close to a life any more. And so with us having a lull and my boss on leave, I have suddenly realized how much time I have on my hands. And really I think I’d rather just go back to my workaholic life when there was no balance. The biggest of my worries now is what people do with free time. I have absolutely no idea how to handle it. Do I read? Write a book? Jump? Jog? Have sex? Volunteer?

And what happens when I finish that activity and there’s more time left  ??????

I am loving the wrong boy right now. I was so sure this would never happen to me again, but here I am, acting like a teenager and finding it hard to ignore the red light on my phone. How do you run away from something that is in your head?

Chai to think I was so sure I was done with this crap. Rme. Honestly anybody have any ideas on how to get over somebody? This crap is really bothering me.  I need me some tough love mehnnn. Like Wiz Khalifa said, the worst feeling is pretending you don’t care about something, when really it’s all you seem to think about.

What happens when he’s all you can think about and he just don’t give a rat’s furry ass? What happens when he’s your Prince Charming, and you’re not his Cinderella?

So yeah we have this tenant dude that is always always always beating his wife. There’s always some fight or the other. They’ve got kids who are used to watching all the fighting. The kids don’t even cry or do anything. They just find a quiet corner of some other room to play.

However on a fateful Sunday morning some weeks ago, the bush meat caught the hunter. We weren’t called until it got ugly but the eye witness version said that they had a fight earlier on Saturday but by evening things had started returning to normal (how does that work by the way?)Or so Mr. Man thought, because the creditor has a better memory than the debtor.

Anyhoo Sunday morning and they were all just chilling at home (I thought all Nigerian Christian families; normal or dysfunctional go to church on Sundays). Wifey says her two younger brothers would be visiting and so hubby does not look up when there’s a knock. The woman goes to open and these four hefty men barge in. She bolts the door and tucks the key in her bra as the guys approach her husband. Mr. looks up and begins to say “how may I help ……….” but a punch comes before the “you” and the eba and ogbono in his mouth goes flying in seven directions. (I know I said Sunday morning but that dude is just so huge and strong he has to be having eba for breakfast).

They then proceed to tie him up and beat him to a pulp, his wife inclusive. By this time, neighbours are outside banging the door but they all just carry on like they can’t even hear. Then the neighbours call the popo who eventually threatened to break down the door. They finally open and all escape. Rme. How??????? So the police arrest both man and wife and the kids cry as they watch their parents hurled into the rickety white pickup.

I heard they have put the incident behind them now. But I wonder - how does that kind of family function again? How do they go back and live like man and wife again? I do like that the woman shocked the guy though but for her to watch him till he bled? I dunno mehn.

Everyone gets their just deserts – or not?

Have so many random tales but this post is already getting way too long for me liking. I could type a continuation on a different post. Or pick up my phone and for the umpteenth time read through my love interest’s twitter timeline.

Where there is life diaris hope.

Much love

Friday, August 1, 2014


So, my darling, Cee nominated me. Here are the answers to your Jamb Questions, SS3 stylee:

What do you do?
I’m a lawyer 

What kind of music are you into?
Almost everything, from Fuji to Rock, regardless of whether or not I speak the language.

What's one of the scariest things you've ever done?
I’d say stealing as a child. I never really had guts.

What do you do for fun?
Make noise and disturb people around me. Also I travel around the world at night.

Describe your blog with a phrase.
What am I really doing?

Do you like to plan things out in detail or spontaneous?
Spontaneous oh. Planning in detail?

What was your life like growing up?
Simple, I was well taken care of and much protected too. What Olamide would call “Awon omo get inside”
Who in your life has influenced you the most? How did they do it?
I’d say my parents, particularly my father. He taught me a lot of things, mostly without even saying them out loud. His struggle keeps me going.

What's your favourite joke?
None. See answer to question 1 above.
If you could try out any job for a day, what would you like to try?
Bounty hunter.

If someone asked you to give them a random piece of advice, what would you say?
I would advice you to be more specific about the advice you need.

Is it over already? I’m tempted to add my own questions. I realise the table was just annoying, but it obviously didn’t stop you from reading. *tongue out*. Plus by now you oughtta know I’m far from normal. Although to be honest, after this whole presentation, I'm too tired to tag people with questions. I'ma do a fresh post soon. Peace. 

Love u Madamcee,