12 February 2006

Yippee tomorrow is Saturday!

Drive home on Friday was uneventful, left work via Kakawa Street through Lagos Island proper to join 3rd Mainland Bridge. I recently started taking this route due to the xtensive renovation being done on the major Lagos Island roads (way to go Tinubu). It’s really kind of a gamble; it’s usually always free but if you hit an owambe party, masquerade outing or riot, you are really stuck up the creek without a paddle! And the roads are so narrow and all lead into each other, so detouring can really be traumatic. I once read a definition of the Yoruba people as ‘a fun loving people off the coast of West Africa’; Lagosians have really taken that definition to the next level! They party any day of the week at the slightest excuse, and the party really isn’t on till they block the road opposite their houses! They do this with such audacity, one wonders if the local government is asleep or something, I mean it must be legally wrong to block public thoroughfare and the rate they do it, I doubt its with ‘proper’ permission from the authorities.
A couple of weeks ago I observed Julius Berger equipment at Alapere, today I got to see what they had been up to. I am no civil engineer, but it looks to me like a fly-over is going up here!!! That put so much joy in my heart, I decided to stop at Nando’s (can you believe I am still willing to eat chicken!) but they were closed (apparently closing time is 8 o’clock), so its home for me. I really shouldn’t be eating out yet anyway, after living in the loo for the better part of Tuesday and the whole of Wednesday but you really can have enough of garri and bread. Can you imagine my tummy growled as I approached the suya spot? (The cause of my spending the better part of Tuesday and all of Wednesday in the loo!). This appetite of mine is conspiring with my detractors, but I refuse to be brought down! (I sped by the suya man by the way). Got in on time to catch a ‘Darma and Greg’ re-run (the one where they had a huge car accident, I am definitely tuning in next week). Face washed (I don’t brush my teeth before going to bed, too much wahala), all powdered up and just about to fall asleep my phone rings its ‘Egg’. He wants to know if he can come over and ‘play with me’ (direct translation from Yoruba). I guess he is an ok person, he is really keen on moving our relationship to the next level (intimacy) and I am really not interested in that (he isn’t doing it for me physically, and certainly not mentally). I really don’t see what it is we have that needs to move anywhere anyway. I tell him I am practically asleep which is the truth. Tomorrow is Saturday!

6 comments:

Ore said...

Hope you had a good weekend.

Hmmm, this is the first I'm hearing about 'Egg.' Tell more..

adefunke said...

Gbeborun!!!

Na Me joo said...

who is "Egg" . . . . why does he want to come and "play" . . . yeah tell us more

adefunke said...

Egg is a guy I met recently. I met him through mutual friends, actually we met through mutual friends who are trying to hook us up. Matchmaking is such a 'slippery slope', I try to avoid doing it myself

Na Me joo said...

Why "Egg", it doesnt sound like a nice name :)

adefunke said...

He is quite a nice guy, I call him that cos he is egg-shaped. Maybe I should call him 'humpty dumpty'!