It’s valentine again, so what????
Dear Valentine’s Day, please, biko, quickly come and return back to ‘wherever’ so that we can move on to saner topics. All the headlines are screaming your name. The social media has gone crazy with ideas of what to wear, where to dine and what not to eat. I am seeing articles on why you shouldn’t be sad as a single this val, how to make yourself happy bla bla. It’s val’s day and you are single, so what?
The issue of this val has really been over-hyped with several topics stuffed/drummed into our ears. Seriously, I just can’t wait for this val to be over(grrrrrh).
So February 1st was #deardad’s# birthday and I completely forgot until evening. So I rallied some good friends to help me call to wish him happy birthday. I had people call from US, UK, OTA, Ondo and Port Harcourt. He was really surprised and very pleased. Then, I called after all the ‘surprise calls’. This is saying thanks to all my wonderful friends across the continent. You know yourselves.
Anyways, I walked into his Port Harcourt Crescent Office in Garki on Monday to take a selfie with him. I ended up taking only his selfie.
So it seems blogging is the new goldmine. Ever since the fortune of Linda Ikeji hit the airspace, people now accord bloggers with some decent respect. These days, I am always proud to introduce myself first as a blogger and then…..
So I was sick since Tuesday and was indoors most of this week. Wednesday, I started taking medications yet, I didn’t feel better. Until evening, when I got a call from United Nations to know if I would be available to be in their office on Friday. Kiakia, the malaria cleared from my eyes. Thursday came and I wasn’t feeling any stronger. Then I became really afraid. And I was like ‘oh God of Olajumoke Orisaguna, heal me by fire, I musto go to UN office on Friday, even if I have only one breath left, just let me walk into my own destiny too.
Friday came, I was weak. I summoned courage, even when I had to gingerly calculate my steps while walking on the overhead bridge leading to Maitama. So I found myself at Zambezi Crescent, Maitama office of the UN today. No hitch hiking this time around, I took a cab(lol). How on earth would I forget my experience with ‘Femi Custom’ in a hurry?
After waiting for some minutes, I was ushered into a waiting room, and then another room and then another room where I sat across three people…a Kenyan and two Nigerians.
Introduce yourself, they said. You see, gone are the days when I used to say ‘erm, I am Yetunde Olasiyan, from bla bla, I like to eat domino’s chicken pepper pizza with a huge cup of coldstone etc. Now, I know how to sell myself better. Anyways, seems am doing much of that in recent times. I had sat across four people at the Hatlab centre in Wuse 11 last Saturday as well, trying to sell myself.
So, back at the UN, I gave them a complete background info about my person starting with my skills as a blogger. I think I like the way people sit up on their seat nowadays when they hear the word ‘blogger’. I am sure the thought running through their minds are ‘banana island, 64billion mansion bla bla’.
I cannot really type all that transpired there, but I left the place with a good feeling and also a big plate of fried rice, chicken, gizdodo and drinks. It was worth my while.
At Wuse 11 on Saturday, I told some women my escape from ‘femi custom’ and all of them were like ‘haaaa, in this Abuja! Be careful next time. I haven’t really figured out if he was out to harm me or he was just plain extravagant(the money was 50k). So I talked to some guys who are privy to the happenings in the city and they said yes, big men dole out cash to girls they haven’t met before just to mess with them. Something tells me the guy wasn’t out on any ritual purpose like people have been frighteningly convincing me. No, he was just plain randy, lacked self control, a do
g(most probably) and with plenty cash to throw around.
I have missed being at location in Wuye where the ‘pilot’ of the fantastic mum TV reality show is currently taking place. On Tuesday, nollywood directors(Ekenna Emewu and Tchidi Chikere) had arrived the office in preparation for the shoot. Now, I have missed most of the action. Dear Malaria, did you have to come at this time?