Now The Day Is Over…..Let’s Talk About Problems
#DiaryEntry(couldn’t post this since last week)
I overworked myself in the past two days. I have had no time to rest or cook. The alarm woke me by 5am yesterday morning, i moved to the couch and slept till 6am and still had to sleepwalk to the bathroom later. I had worked till late in the night.
So I dashed out by 7:20 to catch the bus. My eyes were still heavy. I was hungry. So I stopped somewhere around the office neighbourhood to buy fries.
I carried fries to office and there was no time to eat it before my lord came out.
So I began to eat it small small under the table. Sittings does not give you the luxury of time to go for lunch. You just grab anything you see. So, if you miss a good breakfast, you are on your own.
You dare not sit without a full stomach sha. How you wan do? What if you don’t rise till evening and milord doesn’t go on recess? And if he does, its just 15mins.
All of a sudden, with my head still bent under the table, I heard him say
“Call the next case”
Then I began to masticate heavy yams and mumble “Yes, Milord” in between
I waited for 5secs, then I called the case and sat down again.
Today wasn’t any different. We didnt even rise until evening. A counsel saw my face this morning and said “You look tired, you should rest”.
I got biscuit and chocolates today.
I scribbled that piece on Monday or so. But I could not even post it.
I was tired. This past week was too choked up for me. At the tail end, it almost became hard to continue.
Over the past few months, I and my colleagues have taken turns to fall sick.
The work was too overwhelming. To do this kind of work after living a baby girl life for a long time is not beans. To suddenly become a responsible citizen after being carelessly ” irresponsible” even for my own meal is not bean pudding.
Some days I wished I could go back to my life in Asokoro. But Asokoro smells comfort, redundancy, no growth while Garki is exciting, pleasant, busy and you eat fresh corn by the gate every 3pm(the corn part is the most important reason why I love Garki, at least you should know that by now).
This past week, I woke up each day, tired with balls under my eyes. I had headaches. I had barely 20minutes to get ready before every sitting. The bus usually arrived work 8.35 or thereabout. We still had to attend to counsels(our learned brothers) before the commencement of every sitting.
Sometimes, I took the entire seat on the bus(its a big coasterbus) and lay sprawled out on it if there were enough space to go round.
However, because every official bus listens to human right radio in the morning, one can hardly take a good nap.
So, most days, I’d put the big earphones, blocking my ears from listening to problems on human rights radio. I was still going to the office to listen to problems all day long, innit? Sometimes, you just get tired of problems(lol).
But this past week couldn’t break me. No, not at all. Even when it came in form of a shadow from the past.
I am so excited that despite all, we have come to the end of the legal year. Yaaaaaaaay!!!!!!
Speaking of problems, even though I have been shutting my ears to human right radio, I still don’t know how some problems managed to catch up with me.
OK, here goes my latest problems in the order of importance:
1. My pair of medicated glasses is broken. I had gotten to work on Thursday and just as I was about to call the first case, I opened my glass case and saw this
Till now, I can’t explain how or when it got broken. I had used it the day before. I got that frame from Sahad stores.#weeping#
I even got a new lense less than two months ago coughing out a ‘huge sum’ because health insurance couldn’t cover it all so I had to pay part.
Been squinting my eyes since then
2. Problem two is that all the beans in abuja have refused to ‘Cook’. It just won’t be tender no matter how long you cook it. Not that I like beans. But I’ve eaten rice to the extent that I’ve started to fear for my life. I need to balance it.
Then, KGB had to send me this on whatsapp
3. There is no correct yam flour in abuja as well. I haven’t eaten amala for a long time. The last time being when I brought some back from osogbo courtesy of my friend last year. She told me to branch for more when I travelled early this year but I didn’t go through the road.
4. I have been craving suya, kilishi(beef crackers) and ice cream that I fear so much that I might begin to see them in the dream. I haven’t even visited dominos in my office hood.#cryinguncontrollably#
5. I haven’t made my hair in ages. When I was on a revenge trip to the barber’s salon(for a gorimapa) the other day, a neighbor had stopped me. Now I don’t know how to maintain the huge mass on my head.
Readers, what do you think I should do?
1. Go to human right radio to complain?
2. Pick one of my neighbours to visit by random selection… Maybe I can be lucky to be offered this type of food(I am still eyeing my neighbor that makes the badass jollof. Until I eat Ghana jollof to compare, methinks her jollof is still winning)
3. Go to Iya basira to eat amala
4. Go to Area 3, Garki and stand in front of the kilishi sellers maybe they’d pity me?
5. Continue to dream and hope it would come?
But honestly, I can’t survive a week without my glasses. It comes with real and emotional headaches
What to do?