BITS AND PIECES...

My father called me on Friday evening... I was glad to hear from him as always and relaxed to have a nice conversation with him but all that was not to be. I ended up getting very angry and started looking for ways to hang up without being rude... I couldn’t believe that my father who’d always been understanding could say the things he said to me that day. I don’t know if i’d be able to handle being alone with him when i go to Delta state in a couple of months for my sister’s traditional marriage.
We were just having a general conversation when i asked him a question about our tradition concerning marriage as my younger sister wanted to know when he said he hadn’t heard from me about marriage. I told him i haven’t met anyone... Normally, he’d say it was okay and give me a pep talk about God sending someone or something but this time, he didn’t... He said the kind of stuff my younger brother says to me and more... I wasn’t serious about getting married... I’m wasting my life... I’m planning to be like my friend who’s four years older than i am and still single... I’m not planning my life properly... I’m wasting my youth on useless pursuits and some more that i find really hard to put in writing... I started crying and told him it wasn’t my fault. IT WAS MY FAULT, he said... I had to tell him not to worry that i’ll carry a sign around that says ‘’HUSBAND WANTED’’ just so he’ll know that i wasn’t trying to cheat him out of bride price since it seems like success is now equated with whether you’re single or married.
Seems like one can’t even be allowed to do the single thing anymore... If i didn’t have so much swear words and other stuff here, i’d ask him to read my blog so he’ll know i’m not just sitting on my arms content with my life... I wish my father or one of my siblings would ask me ‘’how are you?’’ and wait for the answer or better still, ask me if i am happy... It would be nice to know that someone cared enough to ask... Unfortunately, human beings have a selfish nature but i am glad that i try to find out what’s going on in my friends and family’s lives... It’ll be nice for someone to do same for me. Eve doesn’t have to be the only one who cares enough to ask but i’m beginning to feel like a nuisance un-burdening to her... It’s not very good because she has her own issues too.
Someone had asked me to go out with him on Friday with 9 others as it was his birthday but i had told him i didn’t want to go out due to the photo-shoot i’d scheduled for Saturday morning. Changed my mind and went out with him and his friends to Auto Lounge in Victoria Island... I didn’t want to think about how upset i was so, i started dancing and that was when trouble started. Everyone wanted to talk to me... It is really annoying how men in Lagos can be. When you are out with friends, you don’t have guys chasing after you but the moment you are out with a guy, all the guys decide you’re the one they want and would go all out to chase you, devising tricky ways to get your number. One guy actually stepped on my toes just to get my attention... I stopped counting when the 10th guy asked for my number... I just couldn’t believe it!!! Now, the guy i was out with, started getting pissed... If looks could kill, i would’ve died that night. I kept getting the evil eye especially when one of his friends (who is very sexy, i might add) started talking to me. I felt an instant attraction to the friend which started fizzling out the moment i found out he was married... I am not going to date a married man no matter how handsome, thanks a lot. Last guy that spoke to me before i ran off was really cute but his method was to grab my hand and wouldn’t let go even when i told him his hold was painful. I don’t care very much for violence and would go to the extreme to avoid it. I won’t inflict, i won’t take it. Now the guy i went out with had this idea in his head that i was his babe... How he got that in his head, i don’t know because God knows i never acted like i wanted him or anything... He started getting angry and wouldn’t speak to me until i told him i wanted to leave. I had left my car at the hotel he’s staying in and driven in his car so, there was no way i could make excuses and take off. Believe me, until that day i had no idea that people stayed in the clubs till 5am. So, here i was ready to leave at 3am but i had to wait. When we got back to the hotel, it was 5:30, i was tired and didn’t have the strength to drive home so, i chilled. Was about to sleep when he jumped me and tried to kiss me. I wasn’t having any of that and promptly told him so. He got upset and started asking me if i didn’t want him because i was attracted to his friend... It was pitiful... Ignored him and tried to grab a few hours of sleep before the shoot. I just didn’t have it in me to take any more stress that night. I’d just about had it!!!
Woke up to 13 missed calls... It was 11:30am!!! The appointment i made with the girls and the photographer was for 10am... Jumped up and ran home like a crazy person without even washing my face... Barely had time to say ‘’hello and goodbye’’... Managed to get myself together for the shoot and it was a success... A.E.P knew what he was doing and we were on the same page where the shoot was concerned. I really didn’t have to explain anything to him. Loved most of the pictures even the risque pictures i had taken of me to hang in m y bedroom... I had a lot of fun and so did everyone else. Didi was a good sport as usual and i couldn’t thank her enough for sparing the time. I can’t wait to get the pictures and start my campaign...
Now, i went for drinks with one of the guys who was fortunate enough to get my number on Friday but turned out that while he was sitting in front of me trying to have a civilized conversation, he had plans to get me in bed. He made a call and spoke Igbo to someone then later told me he was booking a hotel where he was going to spend the night. He then asked me to come with him to the hotel because he wanted me to touch him so he could sleep properly. I couldn’t get out of there fast enough.....
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