rants of an IT fly girl

can you hear the silence? today like yesterday I laughed heartily. gone are the 'so you have a voice and you can laugh?' questions I ask myself. yesterday I found a place of safety. Today I stayed in my place of safety... and I can stay for as long as I want. I read a couple of mails about the tube strike from TFL, and felt a wee bit nostalgic. Closed my eyes and thot about how filled to the door buses from Paddington would be, by the time they got to George st only 2 stops away. I opened my eyes and was thankful for my car... Fuel in Lagos is another issue tho... a word of advice, well, what I do. Every Saturday morning or Sunday morning, I fill up my car with fuel and if soooo necessary I take petrol jerry-can and put something in it. Saves all the drama of spending a long week day at work and a short night at a petrol station I have done a lot thinking in these two days, I need to declutter my inner man I need to hear the silence... Ps: happiness is a choice

I was looking thru a couple of old posts and it seems I have been bothering on my sad spots... And I have decided to take charge and be happier no matter what! A kind of challenge as July rolls in 31 days of happy moments... The natural hair movement bug has hit Nigeria as well... I need to cash in but anyway I find it hilarious as well. So, a  couple of days ago I was asked by an innocent looker "so how long have you been natural?" *this is where the cassette tape gets scratched* Firstly she said I like your hair. I had a couple of flat twists on my head. Shrugs,thanks, smile! It's like asking how long someone's had a disease IMO! "so how long have you been natural?"  "so how long have you had Chlamydia?" Or so it seems...  Smh I dunno why I see horrifying looks of pity behind the smiles, and mischievous "she doesn't know what she is missing in bone straight hair" behind the innocent question of the length of natural hair days This i...