I cried today. Silent tears strolled down my cheeks. I sucked on a halls drop and concentrated on the drive home. But I couldn't help it. So easily, he breaks down my walls and barriers and....even now the tears are in the back of my eyes. I'm keeping them there so I can prove to myself that he doesn't have such a hold on me.
He looked better than the last time I saw him. It sparked some hope in my mind. I should have just stayed away...
I fooled myself. I thought I was over him. I had deceived myself. I cut him off, only talked to him when I had to.
I missed him...I miss him, I want him, I refuse to believe I love him. I like to think I am infatuated.
This has never happened to me before. I pride myself on not 'crying' 'falling' over a guy.
But Men! When I see him, I smile, I want him to acknowledge me, say nice things to me, make me feel special...
But that's not him. To him, I'm just a little girl in his world, not someone to take an interest in.
How did he do it???
How did he wiggle his way into my heart without lifting a finger?
I'm sure he goes days without thinking about me
I'm sure I'm not top twenty on his list
Why do I hope on hope?
I ask God to help me. I can't ask God for him. But within the deepest cracks in my heart. I hope that one da....I can't even type it.
I wish he would read this, I wish he wouldn't.
I feel so silly for crying.
Oh yeah, forgot to mention. He doesn't know. I refuse to let him know just how deep i allowed him into my heart.
Okay. Now that I've ranted and raved. I feel much better.
Wednesday, December 27, 2006
Monday, December 25, 2006
A beautiful End to a Wonderful Year
Thank you Jesus, You are absolutely awesome. There is no one honestly like you. I couldn't have imagined how much fun, how great this trip to Jamaica would be. I'm glad my other plans fell though and I was able to experience this with the ones I hold dear. THANKS
The plane ride:
The plan ride was very uneventful. Of course, the cheap airline didn't serve any food, only snacks. I am seriously thinking of not flying Us Airways anymore. Anyways, we got to Jamaica and everyone regrouped all 13 of us. We started towards the doors of the airport and I could have sworn we were back in Lagos. The amount of people waiting....just waiting was as if we were in Muritala. The heat that descended on us confirmed that even though we were on an island thousands of miles away from home, we were home. The bus ride (yes, we had to rent a bus) took 4 hours because of the rain but it was great because the driver had on some reggae gospel that just put us right at home.
The resort:
God's handiwork! That’s all I can say. We got to Catch a Falling Star at about 6-7ish and as such, could not see the resort. How about our reservations were messed up but thank God it all got sorted out. The girls had a separate 2 bedroom cottage with a living/bedroom, the boys a one room cottage and my parents and the pastors’ each had a cottage. We had an inside and outside shower, each room had a standing fan and a ceiling fan. The girls’ cottage was something out of Africa...literally! We had a thatched roof, wood floors and walls and the most breathtaking view.
The View
We woke up to the most spectacular view. I mean words cannot describe the interplay, of colors, sky and vegetation. It was as if the lilies had spoken to the Mango trees who in turn spoke to the cliffs and the ocean and they all agreed that they would work together to steal my breath away. We had walkways to each cottage built with stones, the air was clean, and the ocean lapped and rested and played on the sides of the cliffs....Beauty was truly at play.
The Mosquitoes
I should have known. It didn't even click that we were going to a tropical country. I haven't stopped scratching myself…nuff said
The activities
What did we not do! The first day we all went out to dinner and had a blast reminiscing and eating authentic Caribbean food. Had a pesky cat eating from the table, but other than that, it was a great night. The next day was filled with a boat trip and snorkeling! I am officially a professional snorkler! It was great seeing the fishes in the sea and the reef...I had little fishes eating out of my hand, what an experience! Later, we went for the dinner rehearsal at the Negril resort for the Wedding. That was uneventful, but the whole wedding party met up at a Boat House directly beside the beach later in the evening. The food was flawless and it was just a nice night. You can't beat RUM ice cream, jerk chicken, rice and peas, some kind of spinach and rum and fruit cake! Later my older Brother and I and his Girlfriend went out to meet up with our friends at a dancehall. How about I was challenged when I was busy doing my eagle dance by my lonesome...lets just say them jamo people were not ready and I won hands down. The guy couldn't keep up HA!
The next day, we strolled about the surrounding streets by the resort and at 4pm, went for the wedding.
The Wedding.
The wedding was simple, elegant and exquisite. The backdrop was the ocean and the vows coincided with the sunset. The bride was beautiful and full of love for her man. The groom wouldn't keep his eyes off his bride and they both committed to each other in the sight of God and man. After the wedding, we danced the night away. Even mama and daddy hit the dance floor. And just so the Jamaicans couldn't figure out what continent we were representing, we did the electric slide and the cha cha and mixed in Angelique Kidjo and some Yusuf N'dour.
NEPA reenactment in Jamaica.
Like I had stated earlier, we may as well be in Lagos, except of course, there was more security and less corruption. How about when we were trying to get ready for the wedding, "NEPA" took light! Ok, so a transmission went out, but still! WE had to put on our makeup in the dark and in the heat...NOT FUN. We had to light candles and lanterns for the better part of the evening until the power was turned back at about 1 in the morning.
The Proposal.
WE all knew he had it planned, we just didn't know when. After three days on the island, we were wondering when he was going to pop the question. On the last night after the wedding celebration, in the dark, my younger brother Djcool came into our cottage and said my Older brother SA wanted to see his babe SA( yeah, they both have the same initials). SA went with him...about 15 minutes later; the next thing I hear is “we’re married"!! See screams, of course they weren't married but he proposed and she said 'Yes". I mean, she was already our Iyawo wa, but it was still nice to make it formal and all. There were hugs and tears everywhere. We later went to our parents’ cottage and they prayed for them...both SAs bawled like babies!!! My big bro did good with that Emerald cut ring.
The End.
We left the next day and said goodbye to that beautiful island. I'm sure we shall all be back.
The plane ride:
The plan ride was very uneventful. Of course, the cheap airline didn't serve any food, only snacks. I am seriously thinking of not flying Us Airways anymore. Anyways, we got to Jamaica and everyone regrouped all 13 of us. We started towards the doors of the airport and I could have sworn we were back in Lagos. The amount of people waiting....just waiting was as if we were in Muritala. The heat that descended on us confirmed that even though we were on an island thousands of miles away from home, we were home. The bus ride (yes, we had to rent a bus) took 4 hours because of the rain but it was great because the driver had on some reggae gospel that just put us right at home.
The resort:
God's handiwork! That’s all I can say. We got to Catch a Falling Star at about 6-7ish and as such, could not see the resort. How about our reservations were messed up but thank God it all got sorted out. The girls had a separate 2 bedroom cottage with a living/bedroom, the boys a one room cottage and my parents and the pastors’ each had a cottage. We had an inside and outside shower, each room had a standing fan and a ceiling fan. The girls’ cottage was something out of Africa...literally! We had a thatched roof, wood floors and walls and the most breathtaking view.
The View
We woke up to the most spectacular view. I mean words cannot describe the interplay, of colors, sky and vegetation. It was as if the lilies had spoken to the Mango trees who in turn spoke to the cliffs and the ocean and they all agreed that they would work together to steal my breath away. We had walkways to each cottage built with stones, the air was clean, and the ocean lapped and rested and played on the sides of the cliffs....Beauty was truly at play.
The Mosquitoes
I should have known. It didn't even click that we were going to a tropical country. I haven't stopped scratching myself…nuff said
The activities
What did we not do! The first day we all went out to dinner and had a blast reminiscing and eating authentic Caribbean food. Had a pesky cat eating from the table, but other than that, it was a great night. The next day was filled with a boat trip and snorkeling! I am officially a professional snorkler! It was great seeing the fishes in the sea and the reef...I had little fishes eating out of my hand, what an experience! Later, we went for the dinner rehearsal at the Negril resort for the Wedding. That was uneventful, but the whole wedding party met up at a Boat House directly beside the beach later in the evening. The food was flawless and it was just a nice night. You can't beat RUM ice cream, jerk chicken, rice and peas, some kind of spinach and rum and fruit cake! Later my older Brother and I and his Girlfriend went out to meet up with our friends at a dancehall. How about I was challenged when I was busy doing my eagle dance by my lonesome...lets just say them jamo people were not ready and I won hands down. The guy couldn't keep up HA!
The next day, we strolled about the surrounding streets by the resort and at 4pm, went for the wedding.
The Wedding.
The wedding was simple, elegant and exquisite. The backdrop was the ocean and the vows coincided with the sunset. The bride was beautiful and full of love for her man. The groom wouldn't keep his eyes off his bride and they both committed to each other in the sight of God and man. After the wedding, we danced the night away. Even mama and daddy hit the dance floor. And just so the Jamaicans couldn't figure out what continent we were representing, we did the electric slide and the cha cha and mixed in Angelique Kidjo and some Yusuf N'dour.
NEPA reenactment in Jamaica.
Like I had stated earlier, we may as well be in Lagos, except of course, there was more security and less corruption. How about when we were trying to get ready for the wedding, "NEPA" took light! Ok, so a transmission went out, but still! WE had to put on our makeup in the dark and in the heat...NOT FUN. We had to light candles and lanterns for the better part of the evening until the power was turned back at about 1 in the morning.
The Proposal.
WE all knew he had it planned, we just didn't know when. After three days on the island, we were wondering when he was going to pop the question. On the last night after the wedding celebration, in the dark, my younger brother Djcool came into our cottage and said my Older brother SA wanted to see his babe SA( yeah, they both have the same initials). SA went with him...about 15 minutes later; the next thing I hear is “we’re married"!! See screams, of course they weren't married but he proposed and she said 'Yes". I mean, she was already our Iyawo wa, but it was still nice to make it formal and all. There were hugs and tears everywhere. We later went to our parents’ cottage and they prayed for them...both SAs bawled like babies!!! My big bro did good with that Emerald cut ring.
The End.
We left the next day and said goodbye to that beautiful island. I'm sure we shall all be back.
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
Caught up
What a whirlwind weekend flowing into a week I know is going to be wonderful and blessed.
First stop
If I was honest with myself, Atlanta was not on the map. I wanted to go with one of my girls DA, but that fell through. But when I spoke to him, I just couldn’t bring myself to cancel and disappoint him again. I had my reasons for keeping away. First, he is not a believer…at all. Second, I was running in the direction of temptation and not fleeing and third, I always trip when I’m with him. It’s not like he is drop dead gorgeous, but he has this disarming charm and confidence that I really like. I didn’t, don’t , shouldn’t want to get involved. I’m not ready. I can’t settle for him above my Jesus! But I digress
So, I rented the vehicle and drove down to ATL Friday night. Funny enough, I didn’t fall asleep once and he kept calling to make sure I was alright.
He met me at the door and gave me the sweetest kiss ever…my resolve melted. All thoughts of keeping it strictly platonic became a façade I would try to keep, try being the operative word. He had cooked and of course was so comfortable in his own skin; he worked/walked around in the kitchen in only his briefs. I should have just up and left and went to my aunt’s house…ah well.
So, he left me in the living room and said it’s up to me. I really don’t know what was up to me since he had taken all my defenses down. Either way, I cajoled him to stay with me a little in the living room and not go to bed early. He started by asking why I decided to come after all this time, I replied that I had always wanted to, just didn’t have the time to. He kissed me...passionately. We slept, we kissed, we slept some more, kissed some more…tried to go a bit further, but I couldn’t. There is and should always be limits!
I had a wonderful weekend. From Coca-Cola to the Georgia Aquarium, to breakfast in bed, to watching movies, to kissing and cuddling, I had a blast. I visited my aunt and her kids, oh how the kids have grown. But in it all, I only read my Bible once, I couldn’t talk to him about what I read (because I felt I would be rubbing my faith in his face), why I act the way I do, why it seems sometimes I’m on a morality High, why its important to me to keep myself for my husband…not because I’m not human or because the pleasure wouldn’t be great….I didn’t tell him how I love my Lord so much that I made a promise to him that I intended to keep. Couldn’t tell him that’s why I didn’t trust myself with him because he threatened that promise. Couldn’t get him to understand taking it one day at a time wouldn’t work for me because I would not marry him if he didn’t on his own and not because of me, find his way to the Throne of God and accept his Son as his Savoir….Couldn’t, because one part of me is weak. Because I want him, want the things I deprive myself of for the appropriate time…but again I digress!!
I came back to town and back to work and the Lord showed up and showed out for me. I got admission into one of the top ten MBA programs in the States. Ahhhhhhh, my God is so good, so faithful. Even when I’m slipping, unfaithful, He always keeps his word to me. What more can I ask for out of a Father, Savoir and Friend??? Nothing! He loves me and I know I am falling in Love with him and learning to love him the way I should. I called my parents and sister and friends and told the good news. They were all happy. I am still waiting on the other two schools. I know my God is on top of those
Second Stop: Jamaica
Our first family vacation-ever! This place is beautiful but it may as well be Lagos 15 years ago. It took some 3 hours to get from the airport to the resort, but what a ride. We listed to Jamaican Gospel music all the way there. How about when we got to the resort, there was some mix-up with our reservations! But thank God it all sorted it self out. We went out to eat and had a wonderful time catching up and gisting each other and reminiscing about some childhood memories. BTW, the resort is beautiful, the water is so clear, the air very clean. So far so good…
First stop
If I was honest with myself, Atlanta was not on the map. I wanted to go with one of my girls DA, but that fell through. But when I spoke to him, I just couldn’t bring myself to cancel and disappoint him again. I had my reasons for keeping away. First, he is not a believer…at all. Second, I was running in the direction of temptation and not fleeing and third, I always trip when I’m with him. It’s not like he is drop dead gorgeous, but he has this disarming charm and confidence that I really like. I didn’t, don’t , shouldn’t want to get involved. I’m not ready. I can’t settle for him above my Jesus! But I digress
So, I rented the vehicle and drove down to ATL Friday night. Funny enough, I didn’t fall asleep once and he kept calling to make sure I was alright.
He met me at the door and gave me the sweetest kiss ever…my resolve melted. All thoughts of keeping it strictly platonic became a façade I would try to keep, try being the operative word. He had cooked and of course was so comfortable in his own skin; he worked/walked around in the kitchen in only his briefs. I should have just up and left and went to my aunt’s house…ah well.
So, he left me in the living room and said it’s up to me. I really don’t know what was up to me since he had taken all my defenses down. Either way, I cajoled him to stay with me a little in the living room and not go to bed early. He started by asking why I decided to come after all this time, I replied that I had always wanted to, just didn’t have the time to. He kissed me...passionately. We slept, we kissed, we slept some more, kissed some more…tried to go a bit further, but I couldn’t. There is and should always be limits!
I had a wonderful weekend. From Coca-Cola to the Georgia Aquarium, to breakfast in bed, to watching movies, to kissing and cuddling, I had a blast. I visited my aunt and her kids, oh how the kids have grown. But in it all, I only read my Bible once, I couldn’t talk to him about what I read (because I felt I would be rubbing my faith in his face), why I act the way I do, why it seems sometimes I’m on a morality High, why its important to me to keep myself for my husband…not because I’m not human or because the pleasure wouldn’t be great….I didn’t tell him how I love my Lord so much that I made a promise to him that I intended to keep. Couldn’t tell him that’s why I didn’t trust myself with him because he threatened that promise. Couldn’t get him to understand taking it one day at a time wouldn’t work for me because I would not marry him if he didn’t on his own and not because of me, find his way to the Throne of God and accept his Son as his Savoir….Couldn’t, because one part of me is weak. Because I want him, want the things I deprive myself of for the appropriate time…but again I digress!!
I came back to town and back to work and the Lord showed up and showed out for me. I got admission into one of the top ten MBA programs in the States. Ahhhhhhh, my God is so good, so faithful. Even when I’m slipping, unfaithful, He always keeps his word to me. What more can I ask for out of a Father, Savoir and Friend??? Nothing! He loves me and I know I am falling in Love with him and learning to love him the way I should. I called my parents and sister and friends and told the good news. They were all happy. I am still waiting on the other two schools. I know my God is on top of those
Second Stop: Jamaica
Our first family vacation-ever! This place is beautiful but it may as well be Lagos 15 years ago. It took some 3 hours to get from the airport to the resort, but what a ride. We listed to Jamaican Gospel music all the way there. How about when we got to the resort, there was some mix-up with our reservations! But thank God it all sorted it self out. We went out to eat and had a wonderful time catching up and gisting each other and reminiscing about some childhood memories. BTW, the resort is beautiful, the water is so clear, the air very clean. So far so good…
Thursday, December 14, 2006
I shouldn't feel bad...should I?
I feel bad. I shouldn't really, but I do. Maybe I shouldn't have been so flippant and dismissed his serious intentions as a joke. Maybe I should have asked to speak with him in person instead of saying "I wasn't even considering it" meaning "I wasn't even considering YOU" on the phone. I didn't want to come off so cold, but he started off about how it took me like ten days to get back to him..well, I had other things to do (yeah, maybe that's a lie, but there's some truth to it). Oh well, I guess I'll call him and straighten things out.
I don't know, but I think its a weakness of mine because I hate people thinking bad/negatively about me. I go out of my way to hold my anger or retort and let people have their way so as to keep unstable friendships..even going as far as...Well, that's for another post.
I don't know, but I think its a weakness of mine because I hate people thinking bad/negatively about me. I go out of my way to hold my anger or retort and let people have their way so as to keep unstable friendships..even going as far as...Well, that's for another post.
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
It all started Friday morning...
Okay...Hallelujah! I am back on dry land from all that traveling and running and coordinated madness. I had a wonderful weekend, if I may say so myself. As the title of this post clearly indicates, my weekend started early. A close HS girlfriend of mine was graduating with highest honors in OK and I decided to go and support her. I also had an MBA interview the next Monday in NH. Her graduation was on a Friday, so I had taken that day and the next Monday off. My original idea was to fly to OK on Friday morning, arrive in the afternoon, attend the graduation Friday night and return to NC the next day in time for a holiday party I was invited too. Then, I hop on another plane to NY Sunday morning, hang out with a buddy of mine, catch a train to NH, stay for my interview on Monday, get another train back to NY and catch my flight to NC. I should have known better.
The week that I was supposed to leave, how about the bobo that had asked me to the holiday party informed that he was cancelling to go to Houston. I will admit though...he had a good excuse, but that just threw my plans in upheaval as the only reason why I was coming back to NC instead of taking a Sunday flight straight from OKC to NY, was for him. The thing that hurt me the most was the fact that I had spent a 100 bucks extra for the two trips, bought a brand new dress and had a new hair do, so 1. He can appreciate my beauty and 2. So I can fit in with all them money flossing I-Bankers....I digress. That and...well, I'll keep my thoughts to myself.
I woke up two hours before my flight on Friday morning thinking I had enough time to clean up and get to the airport. How about I nearly missed my flight as I got there 5 mins before take off! I did not anticipate the morning traffic that lengthens the 15 mins drive to the airport to 25 mins and the security wait. Let’s just say that this is a testimony of God's loving favor in my life!
The graduation in OKC was fab. Shout out to my homegirl DA. I am so proud of you. You came here all by yourself and graduated with flying colors. You looked hella hot in that dress, and with the amount of honors you garnered, I am still surprised that your face is not on the first page of the Wall Street journal :-P
So anyways, I left OKC and got back to NC in the afternoon. I decided to go shopping a little bit to assuage my hurt feelings.
Silly me, I should have known better than to call him (Def. not the guy that stood me up), but you see, I dislike shopping alone and wanted company. I figured that it would be fine and we can catch a movie later. That and he had always accused me of not hanging out with him...which was partially true!
Did the shopping thing and watched Apocalypto (great movie) and drove back home at 12 in the morning. I made a quick stop at the ATM to get some money for my trip. How about, mister man called me. This was the conversation:
NJ: hello
Mister Man: Hey NJ, have you gotten home
NJ: No, I am at the ATM machine
Mister Man: Oh..I wanted to talk to you, but I can call you when you get home
NJ: thinking in her head (Call me when...for Where?): No, its fine, what’s up?
Mister Man: well, I had being meaning to tell you and I guess this time is better than never since I have been waiting for the right time to tell you..
NJ: tell me what? (Now, I am apprehensive, because I know what’s coming)
Mister Man: Well, I wanted us to UPGRADE our friendship. You, it’s like every time, I don't see you when I want to or as much as I want to.
NJ: Mister Man, it is 12.30 in the morning, I am at an ATM, and I can't have this conversation, let me call you back when I get home.
Suffice to say, I didn't call him when I got home. I was mulling in my mind why Naija guys just can't take a hint. I mean, initially when I spied this type of reaction from him, I tried to stay away and cut him off anytime he even ventured near that notion with a 100 foot pole. I made sure I never gave any hints or even teased him the way I teased my other guy friends so he wouldn't get the wrong idea. My sister said I was being mean, that I should still be a friend…blah blah blah. And his line: Upgrade our friendship ***hiss*** why would you even bring it up when you know I've been try my hardest to dissolve you of any such thought…That and when the person you are attracted to is not even considering, talkless of looking your way...As my sister would say: see, this is the reason why geeks get their hearts broken, they have no social skills to think off and can’t read human signals correctly. I mean don’t get me wrong, he is a cool guy and all but just not my type. I haven’t spoken to him yet because I don’t want to break his heart. As a fellow nerd, albeit a more socially inclined one, I have been tempered my faith.
Anyways got to NY, took a taxi to FO’s place, and watched the Arsenal/Chelsea game (a draw...No comment) and had a blast with FO. We went to see a movie(Black diamond-great movie and cast) and basically caught up on each other's lives.
I met up with Kulutempa at the grand central station to catch the 6 o'clock to NH...how about we were racing against time again and there were no seats on the train. Thank God for good people who lapped their kids so I could sit. Had a lovely ride with an RMD impersonator and my girl Kulutempa...If not for the fact that Kulutempa bashed my designs on him with those four words: He has a girlfriend***sniff***Kai, ti would have been on and popping! Smooth voice, Tall, chocolate skin, held a great conversation about world affairs...I should have found out if he was a Christian so I could then shout for Joy because I surely have found my DAVID (biblically speaking). Ah well, maybe another time.
The next day, I have never walked as much as I did that day in a long time! It was a 30 mins walk from Kulu's place to the interview building, I walked during the tour and walked up a Hill to get back to Kulu after the interview...I just praise Jesus that it was some form of exercise.
So, Kulu and NJ agreed that I would catch the 6pm again to NY. It was supposed to be a 1hr 40 mins train ride at the most.
I took a taxi to the NH train station, only for Kulu to call me and inform me that I had left my reading material and my boarding pass at her house.
Lord, Why!!
So, the train left 10 mins later than it was supposed to..
Lord, why did it take 2 hours and why was the bobo driving the train new, so he was driving slower than a turtle??
I got to NY at abt 8, hurried to the bus stop to catch the shuttle to JFK
Lord, why where there no buses at the station and why did they tell me that the buses were stuck in traffic and the next bus was expected at 8.30??? My plane leaves at 9.30!
But thank you Jesus, because you bring Angels to my rescue. There was a private car person looking to make some money and he drove me to the airport for 25 bucks. He had to use shortcuts to avoid the traffic and as such, I got to my terminal at 8.45.
Thank God there were no lines that are infamously known at JFK. I proceeded to a Kiosk and that one now told me that it couldn't find my information. Mehn, I started praying, saying that the devil is a Babanla LIAR.
I caught a break at the counter and rushed through security to catch my plane.
Sidenote: BTW, if you ever want to travel, please travel with jet blue..As in, I have never felt like such a celebrity on a domestic flight. The seats were comfy, there was space to stretch my legs and we have individual TVs loaded with DIRECTV channels and XM radio stations..All for a low low price and none were in business class!! Sidenote Ends
I arrive in the Queen City, thanked God and went home, did devotion and promptly slept.
I guess for all by running to catch a plane or a flight, I was still guided and shadowed by God’s grace as all in all, I had a swell time and I think all that running did something for my hips. :)
The week that I was supposed to leave, how about the bobo that had asked me to the holiday party informed that he was cancelling to go to Houston. I will admit though...he had a good excuse, but that just threw my plans in upheaval as the only reason why I was coming back to NC instead of taking a Sunday flight straight from OKC to NY, was for him. The thing that hurt me the most was the fact that I had spent a 100 bucks extra for the two trips, bought a brand new dress and had a new hair do, so 1. He can appreciate my beauty and 2. So I can fit in with all them money flossing I-Bankers....I digress. That and...well, I'll keep my thoughts to myself.
I woke up two hours before my flight on Friday morning thinking I had enough time to clean up and get to the airport. How about I nearly missed my flight as I got there 5 mins before take off! I did not anticipate the morning traffic that lengthens the 15 mins drive to the airport to 25 mins and the security wait. Let’s just say that this is a testimony of God's loving favor in my life!
The graduation in OKC was fab. Shout out to my homegirl DA. I am so proud of you. You came here all by yourself and graduated with flying colors. You looked hella hot in that dress, and with the amount of honors you garnered, I am still surprised that your face is not on the first page of the Wall Street journal :-P
So anyways, I left OKC and got back to NC in the afternoon. I decided to go shopping a little bit to assuage my hurt feelings.
Silly me, I should have known better than to call him (Def. not the guy that stood me up), but you see, I dislike shopping alone and wanted company. I figured that it would be fine and we can catch a movie later. That and he had always accused me of not hanging out with him...which was partially true!
Did the shopping thing and watched Apocalypto (great movie) and drove back home at 12 in the morning. I made a quick stop at the ATM to get some money for my trip. How about, mister man called me. This was the conversation:
NJ: hello
Mister Man: Hey NJ, have you gotten home
NJ: No, I am at the ATM machine
Mister Man: Oh..I wanted to talk to you, but I can call you when you get home
NJ: thinking in her head (Call me when...for Where?): No, its fine, what’s up?
Mister Man: well, I had being meaning to tell you and I guess this time is better than never since I have been waiting for the right time to tell you..
NJ: tell me what? (Now, I am apprehensive, because I know what’s coming)
Mister Man: Well, I wanted us to UPGRADE our friendship. You, it’s like every time, I don't see you when I want to or as much as I want to.
NJ: Mister Man, it is 12.30 in the morning, I am at an ATM, and I can't have this conversation, let me call you back when I get home.
Suffice to say, I didn't call him when I got home. I was mulling in my mind why Naija guys just can't take a hint. I mean, initially when I spied this type of reaction from him, I tried to stay away and cut him off anytime he even ventured near that notion with a 100 foot pole. I made sure I never gave any hints or even teased him the way I teased my other guy friends so he wouldn't get the wrong idea. My sister said I was being mean, that I should still be a friend…blah blah blah. And his line: Upgrade our friendship ***hiss*** why would you even bring it up when you know I've been try my hardest to dissolve you of any such thought…That and when the person you are attracted to is not even considering, talkless of looking your way...As my sister would say: see, this is the reason why geeks get their hearts broken, they have no social skills to think off and can’t read human signals correctly. I mean don’t get me wrong, he is a cool guy and all but just not my type. I haven’t spoken to him yet because I don’t want to break his heart. As a fellow nerd, albeit a more socially inclined one, I have been tempered my faith.
Anyways got to NY, took a taxi to FO’s place, and watched the Arsenal/Chelsea game (a draw...No comment) and had a blast with FO. We went to see a movie(Black diamond-great movie and cast) and basically caught up on each other's lives.
I met up with Kulutempa at the grand central station to catch the 6 o'clock to NH...how about we were racing against time again and there were no seats on the train. Thank God for good people who lapped their kids so I could sit. Had a lovely ride with an RMD impersonator and my girl Kulutempa...If not for the fact that Kulutempa bashed my designs on him with those four words: He has a girlfriend***sniff***Kai, ti would have been on and popping! Smooth voice, Tall, chocolate skin, held a great conversation about world affairs...I should have found out if he was a Christian so I could then shout for Joy because I surely have found my DAVID (biblically speaking). Ah well, maybe another time.
The next day, I have never walked as much as I did that day in a long time! It was a 30 mins walk from Kulu's place to the interview building, I walked during the tour and walked up a Hill to get back to Kulu after the interview...I just praise Jesus that it was some form of exercise.
So, Kulu and NJ agreed that I would catch the 6pm again to NY. It was supposed to be a 1hr 40 mins train ride at the most.
I took a taxi to the NH train station, only for Kulu to call me and inform me that I had left my reading material and my boarding pass at her house.
Lord, Why!!
So, the train left 10 mins later than it was supposed to..
Lord, why did it take 2 hours and why was the bobo driving the train new, so he was driving slower than a turtle??
I got to NY at abt 8, hurried to the bus stop to catch the shuttle to JFK
Lord, why where there no buses at the station and why did they tell me that the buses were stuck in traffic and the next bus was expected at 8.30??? My plane leaves at 9.30!
But thank you Jesus, because you bring Angels to my rescue. There was a private car person looking to make some money and he drove me to the airport for 25 bucks. He had to use shortcuts to avoid the traffic and as such, I got to my terminal at 8.45.
Thank God there were no lines that are infamously known at JFK. I proceeded to a Kiosk and that one now told me that it couldn't find my information. Mehn, I started praying, saying that the devil is a Babanla LIAR.
I caught a break at the counter and rushed through security to catch my plane.
Sidenote: BTW, if you ever want to travel, please travel with jet blue..As in, I have never felt like such a celebrity on a domestic flight. The seats were comfy, there was space to stretch my legs and we have individual TVs loaded with DIRECTV channels and XM radio stations..All for a low low price and none were in business class!! Sidenote Ends
I arrive in the Queen City, thanked God and went home, did devotion and promptly slept.
I guess for all by running to catch a plane or a flight, I was still guided and shadowed by God’s grace as all in all, I had a swell time and I think all that running did something for my hips. :)
Thursday, December 7, 2006
In the beginning...
were many. Then one flew the coup, determined to make her way through this world....is starting a new adventure and decides to share with the world. Or maybe not!
I am ecstatic that I have finally joined the blog world.
I'm not sure I'll tell my friends...I'm sure there will always be something to write about 'them'.
I'm not sure I'll tell my family....I'm sure there will always be something to write about 'them'.
I'm not sure I'll tell the 'office'....I'm sure there will always be something to write about 'them'.
I'm not sure I'll tell you.............You read too much
Or maybe I will!
I am ecstatic that I have finally joined the blog world.
I'm not sure I'll tell my friends...I'm sure there will always be something to write about 'them'.
I'm not sure I'll tell my family....I'm sure there will always be something to write about 'them'.
I'm not sure I'll tell the 'office'....I'm sure there will always be something to write about 'them'.
I'm not sure I'll tell you.............You read too much
Or maybe I will!
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