The weekend is HEREEEEE!

Nothing really to be excited about.

Work starts by 6am tomorrow. Yes the wretched client wants us to come in before environmental.

This is why I need to marry a rich man like yesterday. So that all these extra rubbish will end.

Hian. Tonight is Lizzy's birthday! She is my Lovers neighbors wife and is having a party. guess who got invited?

But down side is the fact that I have this free ticket to see a free movie at GDC.

Being the miserly soul that I am, I decided to wait till Think like a man came out.

Then realised that I had to wait a 2nd week till it became an old movie to qualify to be watched with a free ticket.

30 of june this free ticket expires.

Here in lies my dilemma, I'm stuck with going to watch my movie, or attending Liz's party.

I have  a love/hate relationship with the Lovers new job. As always he is a super star at work.

Or so he says- Imma have to ask Tori-Tee, they have started bonding.

I also met the cutest Indian at work today. And while I gave him my pin, I imagined me having beautiful mixed race(Indian) daughters that would never have to buy a strand of Indian human hair at exorbitant prices ever.

Alas, this day dream was shattered as he lean in to tell me how much he'd miss me if I didn't come in to work tomorrow. His garlic breath killed me and my beautiful half caste Indian daughter, with her yansh length hair.

Heart broken, I made a mental note to not speak to him again. Alas our Indian bobo had caught jungle fever.
Talking about how he goes out with his friends to Ikeja every Sunday and I- Me Oreoluwa- A whole me, not even half of me should follow him to Ikeja to go clubbing with his Indian friends.

I just laughed. He had to me messing with me. After much deliberation and several mistaken incidents of him grabbing my waist, because I, according to him  almost fell of the ladder twice.


I love male attention, just not from garlicy smelly Indians. Oh and Yoruba boys as well


The other day I was telling the Lover, if i could rid the world of one thing, it would be Yoruba boys.

He thought I was messing around but I'm serious, I detest Yoruba boys with their smelly local swag and what have you.

Anyway the Lover's birthday is next week. I just told my boss, I would be sick next week. Friday, Saturday & Sunday. I will be sick of cake and birthday s...oup.

The older he gets the practical the gifts get- this year I'm getting him something we both can and will use. I can not wait to see his face when he sees it!

Anyway- What are your weekends saying? good loving in the morning rain?

I was going to take my friend to Pattaya for lunch for her birthday- But she isn't speaking to me hence I'm taking the Lover on Sunday. But after work.

I haven't been to a wedding in weeks- I think I may be falling ill.

My favourite Uncle turned 50 this month, and is having a super special 50th birthday parry! I'm so excited, I don't know if to wear oleku ( which is slowly becoming my favorite attire) Legs on Legs on Legsss!

I am so excited for the weekend! Almost as though someone is going to come and visit and drop a million Naira in my laps.

P.s - I think the pre-depression Ore is slowly returning. The Lover thinks its because he said I don't have to buy him anything for his birthday. Apparently I am his everything. *bats lashes*

Gratitude

So today, I remembered how I told myself this year, I would not complain.
But for some amazing reason unknown to me,
I have had ( or so I think) I have had reasons to complain.
From unreasonable deadlines.
To undue workplace pressure
To lord knows what else.

However today. It ends.

So Mr Devil try as you may. This girl is done complaining.

I am going to be thankful. thank you very much.

Why?

Because everything is working out in my favour.

Hard work, that has failed to kill me these past three weeks - have made me stronger

and sharpened my excel/computer skills and for this I am thankful.

I told y'all, no more rants/complaining from this end.

Even this wretched Mestrual pain wrecking my uterus right now,

I'm Thankful I am not with child.

Although 2 years from now. I will be thankful for missing periods.

For now I am glad to be seeing them. and I welcome the pain that accompanies it.

Gratitude all day. Everyday.

By the way I got on the band wagon of the ASOIAF. I am currently on the last available book

ASOIAF = The Game of thrones series in Paper.( its actually the book)

And while I'm not big on i-books, or E anything really. Im thankful because lord knows I wont have been able to lug around 5 big books.

Any way, in the book, there is this phenomenon where people can wear the skins of animals.

They are called wargs. Now this is the same phenomenon I read about in Jss2. in a book called " The bottled leopard" Written by a Chukwuemeka Ike( I think)

So this has me wondering.

Do people actually just wake up and enter the bodies of animals- Because they can?

or its the coincidental imagination of two distinct and different authors from across the globe?

while this doesn't keep me up at night.
I have given it a good amount of thought.

While I am insanely homesick. I am thankful for *gag* Abuja.

This weekend or the next I will take a leisure drive around the town and see what it has to offer.

seeing as my stay here has been extended.

What are you thankful for?

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.

Eyebrows and Managers

People usually see me and assume i spend a huge amount on my nails, or hair or whatever.

That is not true. But that is besides the point.

I constantly search out ways to find cheaper things all the time.

However I've  found that Lagos girls people  are never too pleased with me when they ask me about something,

and I say- oh I got it at the market, or so its at so and so and so.

First off they give me that- Urgh you go to the market look.

then never ask me ever again- Which I really do not mind.

Lately its my eyebrows. This girl in my office had been commenting on the shape of my brows repeatedly for maybe  2 weeks or so.

I just smile and say thank you. never saying anything.

However when we were in Abuja for work she came along, and continued to make a fuss about them.

Then I figured I should just tell her the truth about my art work drawings every morning.- Before one day she will see me without them and die of shock.

So one morning over breakfast after she made a fuss, I casually mentioned how Its all pencil and I really have no eye brows or so to speak.

Next thing she asked-

What Shop in the UK did I buy my eye pencil.

I said oh- my friend gave it me

which technically isn't a lie as steph gave it to me, and I'm positive she bought it in FESTAC.

so yesterday at work, she waylaid me and said i have to show her this eye pencil, that its sooo nice and yada yada yada.

So eventually sent her the picture.

Her response- It doesn't look like its from the UK.

me : *ends chat*


And I wish my manager would just over look the fact that I'm a later comer to work.

because I work extra hours- Everyday. and i deliver on time. So what does coming early really have to do with anything.

Today he threatened to pull me out of the job because I came in 50 mins late.

Fuck that shit. the office stays putting me on clients that are at the opposite end of town, every fucking time.

Like its my fault i live close to the office.

And to think I applied because it was so close to home.

Hiss.

I know I said I wont complain this year- But that phone call really rattled me.

Especially since I just realised that this isnt what i want to do anymore.

Make Partner- Yes.

Make Money- Hell yes. and making partner wont even give me that kind of money.

I need to finish my essays and apply to schools.

I need to get away from work.