STUPID LOVE AND OTHER DESULTORY TALES

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  ??????

ON A MORE SERIOUS NOTE

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?

WHEN DA TABLES TURN

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

xoxo