The weekend

For the weekend on an out of town job, i did not work.

Excitement became me and i went rabid with the thought of no work.

went out friday night, even though it raineeeed.

Had major market runz on saturday, and i had to drive. dont ask

#sidebar all the abuja drivers are mad men that are not roaming- either the roads are too good, or there is too much free money OR the government pays them per accident, because i can not understand the manner of driving that is done in this city.

I mean how can you drive past an intersection with cars going 4 ways and not even slow down?

Madness i tell you.

Sunday was better, went to church - Again the girls that attend that church dress like

a) desperate girls to meet men
b) like they over slept at the club and couldnt be bothered to go home to change first before coming.
c) whores.


I can not understand why you'd wear a dress that you cant sit in, to the house of God.

But then God sees the heart.

After church I stopped over at my girl Nemski gaggles house, met her mom

who kept fawning over how tall and pretty I was-  True story.

anyways after we cooked cat fish stew, and ate lunch we then headed over to my other friends Uloh and Kanizilious to swim.

They were at thier friends house swimming and since we were bored, we joined them and took too many pictures.

after which we went by Ulohs to get changed to hit Aramis for karaoke.

i like the low-keyness of aramis, no signboard outside, soundproof walls, and few people every come out to sing.

So we dominated the karaoke bar, and got invited to show up next week.

So if you are in the buj, and up for some karaok-ing on sunday night- get at me.

Although i must warn you, I sound like a tush frog aka i can not sing. Although I'm pretty sure i sound better than Tiwa "struggle" savage.

All in all it was an amazing weekend.

with not enough sleep and now all i wanna do is sleep.

Side bar, Cup Cake couture in Lagos Makes the most amazing cupcakes ever.

I sent the Lover a box because he was mad, and he is better now.

I miss him and my family but strangely i am not homesick.

stranger things have happened, so i guess i shouldnt be so shocked.

and OMG i had no idea how disgusting new staff could be, especially the overtly forward ones.

like how about you just shurrup and do your job and leave me in peace and quiet.
nooooo instead he fills my blissful quiet with inane ramblings that i do not care for.

im thankful lent is here and i dont have to suffer thier Yoruba gists during lunch- anymore.

Okay its not disgusting- just very disturbing i really dont like it.

I also wish the firm would give new staff adequate traning instead of saying you will learn on the job.

Its unfair to the other people on the job.
Especially when the new staff- can not take ordinary minutes.

exteremly frustrating. BUT we shall over come.

How is it that my 2nd deal dey account has my name as Akanke Okoro?

I quit these people.

The theme of this trip is " she must chop my money"

like Abuja men are just on that splurging tip.
My cousin has introduced me to at least 3 of her boyfriends this week, and all are on that chop my money tip.

like baby, you can have whatever you like.

im amused.

Unlike thier Lagos counterparts.

however what lagos boys lack in " shop my money-ism" they make up for in Lyrics, game ans swegsss.

Abuja Male species need a major reorientation of the art of courting, toasting, chyking, walking up to a lady.

in a nut shell, Abuja men & Boys Lack game.

It breaks my heart for them. All that free cash and no game to back it up.

Maybe because im a lagos girl, but the abuja girls dont seem to mind, they prefer the sound of crisp notes to conversation.

perhaps Abuja boys and girls are made for each other?

And im just here saying my own?

This post is everywhere. I know im still suffering from Lack of sleep coupled with the insane ovulation pain that decided to stop by and say hey to my uterus and has me alternating between yawning and gnashing of teeth.