UNPRECEDENTED
*dancing* my birthday is coming, my birthday is coming!
Buh, I love to make me believe I am a love child sometimes. I mean, its not easy to be born in the month of February.
February is a very special month because for one, its the only month that can decide the number of days it'd have. Two its the month for lovers and three? ITS THE MONTH I WAS BORN! Ideally if I had been born September, October or November, I'da been sure my parents did the \umbalumba/ in the month of February (on St. Valentine's Day maybe?) But, since I WAS BORN February, I might have been conceived on any regular day when my daddy decided to play hooky and call in sick from work and blah-blah-blah.
I wish my daddy were still alive, it's been almost 10 years since he's been gone but it doesn't make me miss him any less.
Sean is a great person, a great dad even but, he is not my daddy.
I get so scared when sometimes, I can't remember certain stuffs about my daddy, like the way his eyes would light up when he laughs at a funny story, how he's eyes would twinkle by candle light in the darkness when we sat making shadow people while 'watching and waiting' for NEPA to return power. I am afraid that soon, my daddy would become another face in my picture album.
Birthdays are depressing.
On the bright side, I got a call. *wink*
Out of the blue, one Engineer Tom proposed a birthday fiesta for me.
I wouldn't bother too much on how he knew my birthday or what 'birthday fiesta' entails. My only pause is the unanswered question: does this dude understand the meaning of being married? As in the for-better-for-worse-and-eyes-only-for-you kindda thing? Maybe if am feeling generous, I'd spare a lesson in "love and mutual respect" for him. That aside, let the games begin! February 4th can't come soon enough.
Right after February 14th, lovers day. Although not my birthday (thank G*d) it still pulls quite a measure of weight.
Right after Christmas and Easter, comes the next best day for massive sales and market movement.
From rushing to boutiques to purchase killer dresses with 'a touch of red', to planning the perfect day and finally doing last minute shopping for 'thoughtful' gifts for 'that special one' *batting eyelashes* (yeah right)
Buh, people become so caught up with the business aspect of the day that they lose focus of what St. Valentine Day really is about. Buh, talk a walk to any popular shopping complex say two days to the Saints feast. Believe me, your center of gravity would tilt just a teeny bit. There'd be so much cute little red hearts, Cupid's hanging from strings and glossy red balloons that you'd be sure to "see red". Granted am not forming Saint Tabitha (buh the lady prophet from the bible is enough 'holy Tabitha' to last for a while) and denouncing all little velvet boxes and candy treats geared towards getting me all "musshied" up in knots buh, getting musshied up is good! (He had better send me loads of red boxes or else...)
My point is that, it is Valentines Day after all!
A time for love and affection, right?
So, rather than worry if I'm going to get "any" or not, I should concern myself with positive means of sharing and giving.
One funny fact about the day is that the feast contains vestiges of both Christian and ancient roman tradition!
The feast begun in a bid to Christianize the pagan 'Lupercalia' festival (-some sort of fertility gig that the ancient Romans had going, it involved a couple of dead dogs and goats, I wouldn't want to linger too much on "that" topic) so, the big guns gathered in the place of meeting and were like: since the birds were already having a fun swing at the month of February as the month of coupling (picking mates and pairing up) why not the humans too? Hence a day was born!
The Catholic Church recognizes 3 saints named Valentine (all of who were martyred) one a priest at Rome, one a bishop and the last lived and died in Africa (yippee).
At this point, I'd like to confess that I am quite confused. When I begun this entry, I had it in mind to preach fire and brimstone on all who took advantage of the Feb. 14th propaganda but that was when I was seated all by myself in the reading hall. I looked up to discover this 'fruit of the earth slash brown sugar' he's looking quite edible seated all by himself with his head bent into a book. I tried to ignore him but with the way my pulse has been ticking and all the blood pumping in my ears, to do so any longer would prove disastrous (to my health that is). So it being the month of love after all, I'm going to close this educational books of mine and shimmy down the hall.
Exams starts like tomorrow but who cares right?!
- Tabby
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Monday, February 7, 2011
Entry 38
UNLIKELY
Seriously, I simply can’t decide which I hate the most; waiting at the dentist or waiting in the banking halls. Buh, which really do I prefer? One of them would cause me a short term pain and release me for a long stretch of pleasure plus killer smile the other would cause me a short time pain and--- and? Buh, I don’t know what I gain from banks.
Given, they keep my money for me, make me feel guilty when I go past my quota and are a general pain in the \whoohaa/ when it comes to honesty. Their customer service sucks, the cashiers need a lesson or two in being nice to customers and need I talk about the “cockroach letter” they send to you if by no fault of yours but due to the ingenious efforts of them “Y boys” you get robbed? Am so deep in hate with banks that I almost forgot what got me started in the first place!
Buh, I better clean up my act before next thing I know, I’d be taken in for questioning concerning the disappearance of certain bank staff. Ha! That would be so funny (but not such a bad idea though, i.e. making a staff disappear every now and then until they learn to be nice to people. They could name the act a form of ‘hands on protest’).
On the other hand, dentistry or hospitals as a whole are a ‘here or there’ kindda thing. There is a difference between private hospitals and teaching hospitals. For starters, Dr Dash (oops!) correction Dr. Eyikimi works at the teaching hospital and he is very good at what he does! I believe the problem of teaching hospitals lie within the system; the long wait, the lack of proper functioning materials and the fact that since its government work, the staff can decide to up and go on strike anytime not bothering that their patients might not be so cool with their streak of boldness. Whereas the private people are always available and are in tune to your needs et al (they even offer candy and lollipop in some cases) they can’t be compared to the teaching hospitals which offer an all round medical checkup even if you went to say the dentist for say… a toothache?
I guess after cursing and swearing for the doctors and staff of teaching hospital, I’d be among the first people to cast my vote for their continued existence (I can’t say I’d do the same for bankers though-> Die! Die! Die!! All my enemies die). They are a nice bunch, I envy their comradeship and the way they consult with “the higher authority” before going further on any treatment. My only fear is that if anyone of their staff or either one of the students being taught should mistakenly leave a ‘happy’ scissors in my tummy after an appendectomy, if I am lucky to walk away with my life, I can’t sue for negligence. Rather I should be grateful because after all, IT IS A TEACHING HOSPITAL “these mistakes do happen”.
Madams’ whimpering brings me back to the present, time for introduction.
Hello world, meet my little sister; Annabel Lilia Sean-Eyikimi.
Of late, I have come to realize that shrinks don’t really know how to control people and all that; most of the controlling done in this life is done by mothers and (funny enough) “Pinky”.
True Story:
Dr. Dash and mother visited orphanage children’s home made their rounds and were leaving when they noticed a baby by itself in a corner. The people in charge had put it aside because not only was the baby a “born throway”, according to them, it was an evil child destined to die. The baby had a hole in its mouth and was seen as a bad omen.
Mother thought otherwise and decided it was high time her and Dr. Dash (I mean Dr. Eyikimi Sean) had another child. A series of paperwork, background checks and months later, baby Annabel, Lilia Sean-Eyikimi was brought home.
My little sister!
She has cleft lip; her appointment with the dentist was scheduled for today. Sean had an important conference to attend in India and decided it could also double as an opportunity for mother to check with the doctors to make sure her cancer was in remission so he made arrangements for mother to travel with him. Not wanting their precious baby to miss her appointment, they put me in charge of taking Annabel to the dentist and supervising her treatment until they return.
Like I mind?! Hole in mouth aside, Annabel is still the cutest baby ever. Given the fact that she also got the mouthful names like yours truly, I can’t help but love her. So, rather than seat and be mad at the lacking state of things at the hospital, I can lose myself in the dream that one day I’d be so very rich, buy all the banks in Nigeria (apart from one- name withheld) and lease the buildings out to ‘mama-put’’s and bole roasters! They are obviously a whole nicer lot!!
- Tabby
Seriously, I simply can’t decide which I hate the most; waiting at the dentist or waiting in the banking halls. Buh, which really do I prefer? One of them would cause me a short term pain and release me for a long stretch of pleasure plus killer smile the other would cause me a short time pain and--- and? Buh, I don’t know what I gain from banks.
Given, they keep my money for me, make me feel guilty when I go past my quota and are a general pain in the \whoohaa/ when it comes to honesty. Their customer service sucks, the cashiers need a lesson or two in being nice to customers and need I talk about the “cockroach letter” they send to you if by no fault of yours but due to the ingenious efforts of them “Y boys” you get robbed? Am so deep in hate with banks that I almost forgot what got me started in the first place!
Buh, I better clean up my act before next thing I know, I’d be taken in for questioning concerning the disappearance of certain bank staff. Ha! That would be so funny (but not such a bad idea though, i.e. making a staff disappear every now and then until they learn to be nice to people. They could name the act a form of ‘hands on protest’).
On the other hand, dentistry or hospitals as a whole are a ‘here or there’ kindda thing. There is a difference between private hospitals and teaching hospitals. For starters, Dr Dash (oops!) correction Dr. Eyikimi works at the teaching hospital and he is very good at what he does! I believe the problem of teaching hospitals lie within the system; the long wait, the lack of proper functioning materials and the fact that since its government work, the staff can decide to up and go on strike anytime not bothering that their patients might not be so cool with their streak of boldness. Whereas the private people are always available and are in tune to your needs et al (they even offer candy and lollipop in some cases) they can’t be compared to the teaching hospitals which offer an all round medical checkup even if you went to say the dentist for say… a toothache?
I guess after cursing and swearing for the doctors and staff of teaching hospital, I’d be among the first people to cast my vote for their continued existence (I can’t say I’d do the same for bankers though-> Die! Die! Die!! All my enemies die). They are a nice bunch, I envy their comradeship and the way they consult with “the higher authority” before going further on any treatment. My only fear is that if anyone of their staff or either one of the students being taught should mistakenly leave a ‘happy’ scissors in my tummy after an appendectomy, if I am lucky to walk away with my life, I can’t sue for negligence. Rather I should be grateful because after all, IT IS A TEACHING HOSPITAL “these mistakes do happen”.
Madams’ whimpering brings me back to the present, time for introduction.
Hello world, meet my little sister; Annabel Lilia Sean-Eyikimi.
Of late, I have come to realize that shrinks don’t really know how to control people and all that; most of the controlling done in this life is done by mothers and (funny enough) “Pinky”.
True Story:
Dr. Dash and mother visited orphanage children’s home made their rounds and were leaving when they noticed a baby by itself in a corner. The people in charge had put it aside because not only was the baby a “born throway”, according to them, it was an evil child destined to die. The baby had a hole in its mouth and was seen as a bad omen.
Mother thought otherwise and decided it was high time her and Dr. Dash (I mean Dr. Eyikimi Sean) had another child. A series of paperwork, background checks and months later, baby Annabel, Lilia Sean-Eyikimi was brought home.
My little sister!
She has cleft lip; her appointment with the dentist was scheduled for today. Sean had an important conference to attend in India and decided it could also double as an opportunity for mother to check with the doctors to make sure her cancer was in remission so he made arrangements for mother to travel with him. Not wanting their precious baby to miss her appointment, they put me in charge of taking Annabel to the dentist and supervising her treatment until they return.
Like I mind?! Hole in mouth aside, Annabel is still the cutest baby ever. Given the fact that she also got the mouthful names like yours truly, I can’t help but love her. So, rather than seat and be mad at the lacking state of things at the hospital, I can lose myself in the dream that one day I’d be so very rich, buy all the banks in Nigeria (apart from one- name withheld) and lease the buildings out to ‘mama-put’’s and bole roasters! They are obviously a whole nicer lot!!
- Tabby
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