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I Had a Thing With My Neighbor {Part 1}

Well when I say a “thing” I don’t mean a fling, I barely do flings (and don’t judge anyone that does) –so it wasn’t a fling, what was it then? You ask…to be honest i don’t know but it was something. This happened when I got my own apartment , I didn’t know what to expect or to do what I did (trust me it wasn’t that big a deal…or was it? hmmm, maybe). I was just a single gal, looking for privacy and trying to make ends meet.

My Dating Experience : My First Love 2 {Cont'd}

The pageant was going on smoothly, I was just sitting watching my boyfriend talk and giggle with his best friend’s cousin like I wasn’t even there. They went on a music break and to ignore my boyfriend’s behavior, I went to the dance floor and saw a friend from my pre-science days with his male friend and we just started dancing together. As I danced I checked on my boyfriend to see if he was watching me or jealous I was dancing with someone else but he wasn’t looking my way.

Hello 2018,Please Be Good To Me

Hey Y’all, How are you all doing? Hope great, happy New Year once again…how is the New year looking on you? Looks promising right? I hope so. Anyways I planned to make some changes in my life this year and today is day one; I got up by 4am, jumped on the stationary bike and now I’m writing this post.

2017 Was a Roller-coaster but 2018 will be Great –Happy Holidays LD Readers!!!

Wow, it’s been two weeks since my last post. I’m so sorry guys, a lot have been going on – from some of my post you would know I’m mostly in control of things around the house and no! I am not married yet but I’m dealing with my mum and siblings. In other words, I give my mum a break during the festive seasons and take care of the cooking and things that needs to be fixed (hmmm, not just festive season for this one). Anyhow, I hope to make it up to you next year, yep! Just few hours to 2018 (started writing this post at 8:08pm -Nigerian time).

My Dating Experience : My First Love 2

After spending few months with my elder sister that lives on her own, I got admission into the university. I was so excited but had no idea what to expect; the thought of being in another state for four years made me nervous but luckily I wasn’t alone, my brother got admission there as well. Since I didn’t have a space in the hostel yet, I had to crash at a childhood friend’s place and my bro did the same- there was no boys’ hostel, just girls hostel.

My Dating Experience : My First Love

I liked reading at night in class as well as some of our classmates and that was where we met most of the time. After some hours of reading we take walks outside and talk in the moonlight, it was so romantic. We discussed about our families; though I didn’t tell him I was from a broken home just yet, his dad was late at the time and he shared memories of him. I began to get comfortable with him that there was no other guy I was interested in. We shared our first kiss one night our class mate (it was a pre-degree program) had a party; I could not attend because my brother ordered me not to and surprisingly he ‘my first love’ didn’t attend as well. Before then I could not meet with him cause some guys reported me to my elder brother and he warned me not to go out with my him but I was miserable without him – I could not sleep and I kept thinking about him so I decided to go to class to keep my mind busy, I never knew I would meet him there.

Why You Should Get Your Own Apartment

As a thirty something year old lady, with six siblings (two from another woman),is very natural to want to have my own apartment. Though the other two (siblings) were not living with us during my university days, I always wanted my privacy. Growing up, my siblings and I share a room and as we got older it was me and my sister and there wasn’t much room to breathe (if you know what I mean – ladies fight a lot and my sis was not just any girl). Anyways, I have always carried the weight of my family on my shoulders, whether they knew or not. I always think about them and I think about them in any decision I make that I was not going anywhere in life...

My Dating Experience : Introduction

Dating according Wikipedia ; Dating is a stage of romantic relationships in humans whereby two people meet socially, possibly as friends or with the aim of each assessing the other's suitability as a prospective partner in a more committed intimate relationship or marriage.

Why I Skipped Writing for Three Weeks

Just as this year has been a rollercoaster for me, well September was the most depressing. Okay, like you all know, I am unemployed (gosh, I really need to stop saying that, I sound like a broken record), for those of you who don’t know why, you should check HERE . Anyways, September was the most depressing because my rent was due on Oct 4 and it was the time for me to come to terms with my situation or do something about it; get the money before the due date or just move out. So here’s why I could not write at that time;

Why I am currently single?

Well I have been single for quite a while, like my last actual relationship was in 2011. The rest have just been flings (without sex I know right? How does that work?) –can you call it that though? Anyways relationships as most people say are ‘complicated’ and it just takes one to meet the right one (is there really a right one – well the one meant for you) for things to just work out. My first relationship was in the university and it was educative, heartbreaking, interesting, you know…a lot.

Is This My Life Now? What I’m I Going To Do?

Today is kind of weird for me…Well, not really weird, just emotionally draining. I’m sure most of you have experienced something like this; where tears just start falling down your eyes even when you don’t know no the reason why.

What it Feels Like to Be Broke and Unemployed

I’m not from a rich family or usually have money whenever I want; I’m just a very content person. Sometimes I have money, sometimes I don’t; when I do, I make the most of it (well not all the time; I remember when I was in primary school and my dad’s friend gave my siblings and I fifty naira –back when Nigerian money had value, and I lavished it on candy. My dad whooped my ass that day and I don’t think I lavished money like that anymore. Other time was in the university; the truth is we never had pocket money growing up, my “pocket money” was whatever was left from my school bills – my dad gave money sometimes though.

Sometimes It’s Okay To Be Jobless

Or as some would say out of work…Really it’s okay and I am not writing this cause i was unemployed and currently unemployed, I’m writing this cause I am unemployed and it’s my second time. Being jobless is not an easy task or experience but at some point in life, we fall, we rise…it’s a roller coaster. So it’s safe to say I’m clearly in the fall, waiting and hoping for the rise. You know, being jobless not once but twice is not a beautiful experience; you are tired, worn out, confused, scared, unmotivated and just want to give up. But to be able to be successful, you have to be resilient, determined, take life by the throat or it ‘life’ would take your throat!!!

What Do You Think Women Want?Part 3

The Rich Guy (Cont'd) I went home that night thinking, how did I meet such a rich and stable guy; the truth is ,apart from my university boyfriend   (well, there’s not much expectation there),the guys I have been dating have been either broke and just entering the labor force or are already working but still living with their parents. No one had a stable job, a fenced duplex …just very comfortable.  

What Do You Think Women Want? Part 2

The Rich Guy And then there are the ones that have money and feel like their money should speak for them, that they don’t have to do anything. They either take you on a date and brag about their money or take you to their offices, homes and on their exotic cars. Then when the relationship doesn’t go well, they say you are a gold digger. What do you expect? You just showed her that you can provide for her that you are the “man”. Don’t get me wrong, we all love money, but it’s not everything .

What Do You Think Women Want?Part 1

We all say we want commitment, you know a man that can commit. But then, what does this commitment mean to us exactly? What is our definition of commitment? We date a fun guy that maybe his own definition of commitment is taking a woman or his lady, on several dates and when I mean date, i mean lots of dates so he could get in bed with her or probably she could use her initiative and give him what he wants.

What I'm I Doing With My Life? Part 5

The next morning was a Sunday, while I was asleep ,he was on call with his sister (while we were dating ,he was really close to his sisters, so close it was kind of a deal breaker). After his call, we continued our conversation on where this could go and I played the good girl saying; “I don’t want to be the girl that comes between two people” and besides he was just in Lagos for a training and would be back to port Harcourt.   And I’m not quite good with distant relationship, he wasn’t saying much as usual and i was just blabbing to avoid the awkwardness. I left his hotel at twelve noon and in the bus, I was thinking about him and how I have missed him and wanted to be with him.

What I'm I Doing With My Life? Part 4

Back then, we didn’t have Whatsapp, it was BBM. I sent him a message, it delivered but he didn’t receive it. The next day was a Saturday and I was supposed to see him as usual, so I called him; he said he won’t be at home, that he will be attending a burial with his brother’s ex and then in the evening he would be going for choir practice. So I backed my bag for my journey back to Lagos; the plan was to go to his house and leave for the airport the next morning but since he didn’t want to see me, I had to leave from my girlfriends place.

What I'm I Doing With My Life? Part 3

That was the beginning of our relationship. Dating your best friend is the best feeling in the world and one can only hope it last cause if it doesn’t, you lose your friend forever and for me that’s the worst thing. Port-Harcourt was like a strange land to me; didn’t have relations there, just friends from school (mostly guys) and NYSC days. But this guy was like my friend and family; my weekends were spent at his house and week days at work. We dated for three months but it felt like the longest relationship…in a good way.

What I'm I Doing With My Life? Part 2

It was a Sunday and this friend (who later turned out to be my ex) called me up and he said;”hi, how are you doing? I’m in port-Harcourt, where are you?” And I mentioned where I was and he asked if I could meet him at a bus stop – which is half way from where I’m staying and to his house. This was around 8pm and I got to him in thirty minutes. We hugged, he looked excited, and we boarded a cab going towards his direction.