Meet the girls...

I was thinking the other day that my girls are just like sisters to me in the way that Americans refer to as sister-friends. It’s kinda odd but I can hands-on-heart say that I love, enjoy and prefer the company of my girlfriends to a guy’s anytime. With all the girl-on-girl hating that goes on out there, it took me a while to realise that I and my group of friends had something special (No, not like that silly!). See, I only really took notice of this when a guy, who at the time was asking me out, ended up asking if I was a lesbian. His grouse was that I spent too much time with my girls and every time he wanted to go out, say to a party or so, I was always more interested in ‘reaching with the girls’ and if the girls were not interested then automatically I wasn’t. How I could ever have been mistaken for a lesbian perplexes me till date but…

See, for me, it was more fun with the girls cos we’d do the silliest things when we were together and catch jokes and that to me, easily beats ‘Mr sweaty’, trying get his ‘wyne on’ in a party. For none UK folx, wyning is the act of ‘Sweaty’ trying to rub his sweaty self every which way, on you.

Anyways, meet the girls:

Matt

Matt is this weird character that is excessively pretty. She has perfectly carved out features and we sometimes call her China doll. We have an inside joke about the ways she draws in the fellas, just like a magnet. When Mattie does her thing on the dance floor, you can see the men levitating towards her, I kid you not.

Matties exterior is one of calm and grace but inside, she’s a nutter. Like most of the girls, she’s prone to sudden outbursts usually of Ghanaian words such as ‘I re si!’ accompanied by rapping her nails on the nearest available object. She’s entertaining and the rest of us tend to stop and stare at her when she’s overcome by whatever it is that gets into her sometimes. Lol.

Character-wise, Matt’s outgoing (sometimes), strong-headed and resolute, she’s definitely not a pushover and once her mind is made, don’t bother. She’s also unusually quiet sometimes, well, until the next outburst anyway.

Madam T1

Madam T1 is a peculiar, some would even say strange, girl. She is the ‘stubborn-head’ of the group who acts like someone died and made her mother to us all. You never want to get into a debate with T1 cos she’d frustrate you very quickly. T1 can be quite traditional in her views (as in “Coral go and get married, you are getting old” kind of traditional) but I’m not sure if she does this just to anger the rest of us or not. Hard and as painful as this is, I have to admit that T1 is a great chick. She’s always laughing, usually at someone else’s’ expense but hey.

The general consensus within the group is that T1 has an undiagnosed hyperactivity disorder (which I must admit has been curbed to a little extent lately). T1 does not speak without being rude. Noooo, that would be asking for too much. Typically, T1 calls you and the first thing you hear is “Animal! What’s up?” "Why haven't you called me? cow!" Lol. Her favourite names for us include animal, fish, cow (this one is very popular) and I think she’s once referred to me as a hermaphrodite!!! She also attributes any perceived discretion by any of us as due to ‘lack of sexual frustration!’ Till date, none of us have quite worked out what this means.

Like quite a few of my friends, T1 is prone to sudden physical outbursts, the most popular being ‘rapidly clapping her hands, doubling over and shaking her bum right in front your face’. The first time it happened, I have to admit, I was distressed! But you live and learn. Sigh.

Baby Updates...

I know...I know...I said I'll do the friends post. I will, promise.

Still aint heard from Audi. Thank you Jesus.

Cute Naija brother with game also has '2 lovely daughters'. He thinks I should come meet up with him in Germany. 'Cough...Cough!' One would think it'll be so much easier (...and cheaper...) to post him some dolls for his girls, No?

Sang to my peeps this weekend and they all looked like they were pain...almost like they were being given some excrutiating treatment. Lol. Arrrgh, it can only go one way... up!

Miss Havisham's cats are not talking to her. ***Cough***

I have officially fallen in love with Donnie McClurkin. Like OMG, this man has some word and he tells it jus' the way it tis. He was talking about the 'word' this weekend and what can I say? Times of Refreshing.

Okay, friends...

Accidentally...

Hey yous, How are my favorite readers doing? Good to see and hear you liked the pics from Naija. I think I have just discovered me a new talent, accidentally.

Speaking of accidents, I have been having quite a few since I came back from Nigeria uhum...yes. Infact I declare that 'No weapon formed or fashioned against me can follow me past Murtala Mo'mmed'. N'gwa nu say Amen now?

For real tho', it just seems like too many mishaps have been straying dangerously close to my reef. From Financial accidents (that means...ah ne'er mind) to a car accident. Yes oh! Yours truly was doing the long dastardly commute to work on Wednesday when she saw a cyclist who looked like he'd been hit by a car. So this is on the A406...Londoners, you know what that road is like in the mornings, stop...go...stop...go...accident...swap insurance details ...go ...overtake ...stop ...undertake ...go. So as I was saying, whilst we stopping and going, I thought 'why don't just take a good look at the cyclist?'. At this point, the cyclist was being covered with a sheet...Might have been the cold, might have been that he had actually passed on. (I hope not tho'). Maybe I could have lent a helping hand even. So as I was craning my neck to get a better look...guess what? Bang! I had driven into the guy in front of me.

Now remember, I done told you I had had a few financial accidents already. So the dude in the car I hit comes out. I didn't even move. So he takes a look at his car and behold there lies a glorious dent. He comes over, all this time, yours truly is sitting quietly, not moving. He then comes over and the following ensues:

Dude: You just hit me.
Me with all the confidence I could muster:Hunh? (Duhhhh I really needed to be told that! Pshew!)
Me: Can we fix this without involving my Insurance company?
Dude's writing my car details by now. I'm struggling to present a calm exterior.
Dude: I dont know, its a courtesy car from Audi.
Me: Ose i we! (Ishan exclamation for 'God's not sleeping')
Dude: Pardon?
Me:Stutter-rapid think-despair...Oh nothing.
Dude: So who is your Insurer? You are insured right?
Me: My whole life and everything inside it!!!

See now, if it was the Dude's own car, I know a couple of mechys that could fix that easily. but Audi, see they charge you mega-bucks just for looking at your car. I know cos I have a friend who drives an Audi and each time he takes it for fixing at his dealers we talking £500 upwards. Oh, don't forget that my Insurance premium also goes up immediately my Insurer is aware I've had an accident. Needless to say, my brain didn't do anywork that day apart from mathematical calculations. I mean how broke can I get?

I called Audi, asked...no pleaded... with them not to contact my Insurers but to give me a figure. Dude couldn't take the car in that day for them to look at it as he had an important job to do so they said they'd get back to me the next day. Its been 2 days and they haven't contacted me so you guys pray with me that somehow, someway they'd forget or loose my details or something. Can I get an Amen on that!




The funniest part of everything is after some particularly hot tears had made their way to the front of my eyes, I was able to say 'Thank you Lord. Thanks because it could have been worse. Thanks because you said in all things, give thanks. And finally thanks because, accidentally, You can make Audi loose my details.'

At some point next week, I shall be blogging about my friends. My sister-friends. Make sure you catch that.

My people, how una dey o? I apologise for not putting up the rest of my naija pictures as promised. Actually, I did try last Saturday morning but someting inexplicable happened, something that can only be explained by an I.T guru, which I used to be until I graduated, but that's another story.

See right now, I'm having a scratch-my-head-moment wondering how all these folx with the wonderful blogs I read, find the time to update them. For real, some of these peeps update daily! Like... where do they find the time? Or what do you think? Do you reckon I need to take some time-management lessons? Perhaps that will help. Then again, I still have my saxophone lessons, elocution classes, Piano lessons, horseriding...infact scratch that complllleeeettttllllyyyy. I bet this is why my life seems soooo complicated. There I was spending hours on the phone with a certain friend of mine trying to figure out how life got so complex? Well, backup, okay, in actual fact, it was her doing the talking as usual and I was just had to infuse the conversation with the occasional 'yeah', 'uhm', 'thas right'. I think she was talking about something along the lines...err...err...erm...actually I dont quite remember. (I love you too T.) We concluded that life was complicated and that's all you need to know. Now where was I?

So I was going to come here and report all the wonderful and not so wonderful things I saw in Naija. You know, the divide between the wealthy and the poor, the blank stare of resignation that greeted me so many times, the very lame guys and their aggressive 'chirpsing' (toasting for non-Uk folx), the malls, the supermarkets and all vat but you know what? I'm not quite in that mood. Infact, I'm going to keep it positive. I'm more in the mood for some goss, you know like the light-skin lover I met at the conference. Uhhhh yeah...My people can you believe this brother had game. Okay...okay...I agree with you, that requires its own post.

Let do pictures...pictures...