ALL THAT COULD GO WRONG...

Woke up really light this morning as I had a troubled night of purging (maybe I reacted negatively to my dinner) still can't tell why.
I was running late as usual, and I managed to pack my things to meet up with those joining me to church.
Started my car, warmed it briefly and was backing out of our compound when the car started acting up, doggedly I drove it and journeyed on.
We had barely driven 5 minutes when I ran into a rimless tire on the road, tried to place the tire beneath the car, thought I was done with that, till passers by started beckoning to me. Ok, that was it... Something was wrong again, yup, it was the tire I thought I had evaded that had become an extra baggage beneath my car, next I saw was smoke, couldn't decipher what that meant, so we all alighted from the car to check. The guys helped get the tire out and we continued the journey.
A few minutes later, I realized the tension had caused so much heat and sweat had visibly started trickling down my face, my dainty make up was now smudged, the solution? My AC!!! I turned it on and alas! It didnt come on, just fan, I guess the whole tire situation had tampered with the AC condenser somehow.
Couldn't even think about that, we just continued.
We were already late, so I decided against any complicated route, I headed on to Eko bridge, smooth and free till I got to Apongbon bridge and I noticed that many cars were ascending the bridge, that was a red flag I chose to ignore, to my greatest dismay we got to CMS and was going to ascend Ikoyi bridge when we got stuck in traffic. No, this has NEVER happened on a Sunday, it was always smooth sailing, why was today different??? Just like the BRT bus beside me heard my thoughts, I just noticed the sticker on it- it was a special program where the great man of God pastor E.A Adeboye will be ministering. I just sat down quietly and continued wading through the traffic with the scourging heat.

Eventually we got out and all the traffic lights on Awolowo road decided to be functional this Sunday, meant we had to wait for every red light. I was already sobbing inside because our service  was 10 mins away.

We eventually got church a few minutes before 9am. I just urged the other guys to hurry up to meet up with choir ministration for the service.

I couldnt join the choir for the service as I had broken the rules- didn't attend any of the rehearsals. I strutted into the church and went to a small corner close to the wall, I needed to disappear as much as possible.
As the praise worship commenced, I was still thinking of the ordeals and I just didn't dance...Okay, so I knew the devil wanted use the opportunity to push me away from worshiping my God, so I said to myself- ALL THAT COULD GO WRONG, HAS GONE WRONG BUT THAT JUST ISNT ENOUGH TO TAKE MY PRAISE.
I swung into action and danced away the pain, truly in the presence of God...

Unsolicited Advice from the sales desk...

I engaged a customer today who priced a gorgeous Ankara piece from our store. I told her that the dress is N29,500, and she told me it has over priced (her perception tho'), she gave me an almost logical reason to back up her argument by valuing the Ankara at N5,000 (assuming it's the best ankara) and the sewing at N5,000 (based on her local tailors charges) and she couldn't understand where all the rest of the N19,500 went into. Meanwhile, she didnt understand the complexity in the simple design, hence it couldnt have been sewn at N5,000 by a STANDARD tailor (please note the emphasis on standard tailor with proper finishing), she ignored the embroidery, on the neckline, maybe she missed out the dainty button on that neckline, the high quality YKK zip used, amongst other things. Those are a a few of the direct costs on the dress.

Expectations Hurt

This time yesterday, I was running around in the market trying to make additional ends meet.
Yes, I looked all scruffy and was unbelievably in a state of squalor; a terrible sight to behold.
Today, I sit in an office, with my laptop, dark lipstick, a gorgeous black dress- the quintessential boss!
2 days ago, i shuttled between the kitchen duties and house chores.
11 days ago, I was at a birthday party organised for the choir by for of my mentors- Toyin Hassan-Odukale
and just 13 days ago, i was at a soiree by THO still.
That's just a brief of the life I live.

Silent Goodbye

I looked into his eyes and saw the truth that seemed to be crying out loud for my love. I wish I could be what you want me to be. I wish I could turn around to make it work the way it was when i looked at you and my heart leapt with joy. But things changed, my heart drifted and I can not seem to drive it back to where it was.

But, no, it is a bridge we both burned with no fire, no words, no actions, just plain understanding of golden silence.

We are back to status quo- strangers, the exact way we were before we got together as lovers.
... As they say- 'that's life; it goes on...

Seemingly Inconsequential Testimony?

... I quickly hopped onto my feet and trudged to safety,  well, to what seemed like safety... '04/01/2016'

We had just concluded a wonderful performance at Muson and I was heading home with my goons who had refused to go through my preferred route,  hence we alighted from the group's means of transportation - a private bus, at Onipan. It was about 21:00hrs

We were caught between using the overhead bridge and doing the unthinkable- pacing the highway.
Pacing the highway seemed like the more reasonable option at that time as numerous stories of night time robbery attack in the duly 'covered'  overhead bridge instilled fear in us all.

Farewell to a rare breed

The night is done and reality has dawned; you are not going to resume here next week Monday.

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I have just finally reckoned that it has all come to an end. The many beautiful nights of closing at 9:00pm and strolling together to the bus stop to latch onto the next available bus, is over- Those nights would have been completely bland and tiresome without you.

Proudly Imperfect

To be perfect, I crave not to be.

Perfect is boring 

I relish the imperfect me

Flaws et al to the table I bring.

I love that I can't predict outcomes

Cause I am me.

I face challenges, I don't run,

I stay right where I wanna be 

It's OK if I fail,

I know it's life.

Along we sail

Even in the storm's strife.

We still smile

As we toil through the miles.