I greet you in the performance of our Super Eagles, I hope y’all had a good last week because I know I did.
It’s unfortunately almost 5am and I’ve been trying to write since 2:59am, all to no avail.
God help me and how this post comes out.
Now playing: Jon McReynolds – I love you.
Am I the only one that feels like Jon sings to God like he’s singing to his babe? I love him and I love how all his songs make me feel like the words are my personal conversations with God. I highly recommend him to anyone and everyone reading this.
So people of the Most High God, I moved out of the hostel as stipulated by the School of first choice on Wednesday afternoon, went for a shoot for my dear friend – Peniel_Arts who does great body arts and is available for bookings. I spent the whole day at that shoot and went to Ruru’s house for the mini holiday.
Great right? I thought so too till I slipped and fell in the bathroom on Thursday morning the day I was supposed to go and make my hair, having in mind that I was supposed to host on Saturday that week, laugh with me please.
I limped my way to Lagos Island and came out of there with my beautifully made ombré hair that my parents should never even see live no matter how old I want to claim to be.
I went to see my mother at the hospital in the company of my father and my siblings in my beautifully turbaned hair, well shielded against adult view.
That same day, I had my blood taken for tests after all my resistance and also witnessed two children get rushed into the emergency ward after an accident.
Ruru and I went late to church because we were playing around the house instead of actually dressing up. Note that I still had my injury and I had to wear heels. If you’ve never worn heels on an injury before, kindly respect me and the funny walk I did.
I met a speed painter who deserves all the recognition in the world.
Book FrancisJide for your events. You won’t regret it I promise.
The event was a success with over 7000 young people in attendance and I feel like I’m now really ready to become a host officially.
I’m definitely adding it to my bio.
Ruru had to host a party and I had to follow her because I’m her unofficial road manager and hypeman. We got to the party venue and realized that we had not eaten all day. We found a restaurant near by, the one they call Lasgidi buka. I suspected that nothing good would come out of the restaurant as it was empty when we entered. I was right because after spending exactly five thousand naira on food, we were served nonsense.
It’s worse in the mouth.
Don’t even get me started on how mad I was and how I called them out and sent a mail to them too. All they offered was their apologies and a promise that it was going to be looked into.
We did our makeup that evening and settled down to watch the Nigerian match, which was my biggest mistake because the match made me exhausted and angry which in turn made me lose all the ginger I had in my body. If you know me well, you’d know that I have high tendencies to always fall asleep at night parties, now imagine those tendencies accompanied by the mental exhaustion the Nigerian match brought. Guys, I slept till 3:30am, woke up to take a break from sleeping for about 30 minutes then I went back to continue sleeping.
I woke up at 12 noon after all the boastings I made about waking up by 9am to go to church. Your wce is a sleeper. Ruru woke up by 2pm because she was hungry and we went all the way to obalende from lekki to look for food to eat. We continued sleeping and woke up by 6pm to start getting ready for the premier of Oceans8 at IMAX where I met the love of my life – Osas Ajibade. She’s the first and only celebrity that I’ve ever been shy to walk up to. I think I cried a little and she comforted me.
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Ruru and I came back to the school of first choice, had our Dare2Dream shoot till 4pm and went to White House to eat their amala. That remains the most disgusting amala I’ve ever eaten in my life. The way people would sit down and hype that place, I didn’t expect their kind of overratedness. We proceeded to have our shoot with YusufShotMe which will stun you by the way.
I wake up at 10am after sleeping early on Monday night, I try to write but nothing works so I go on to read about the xxx guy that died and I find out that he angered a lot of people before he died. I also had a good laugh at those people that were acting like they knew him before he started wearing pampers which is why I want to publicly appeal now, please don’t wait till I die before you eulogize me. I’ll be very angry in death and I’ll roll in my grave. Let’s be happy with ourselves now that I’m alive.
I had a shoot at Ikeja and I went to magodo to see one of my beautiful male friends at his office and I promise you, Edo males are fine!!
I left magodo to school and then to Ikoyi to meet up with some future business partners and my two of the best friends I have – Steven and Birch and we proceed to the mainland as one.
I’m angry and angered in my spirit at just one thing – the fact that for the third time in three years, another trailer is falling off Ojuelegba bridge.
How we’ve been made to move up from being angry at Super Eagles to getting angry at the Nigerian government is just as amazing. Every year, lives are lost under that bridge because of the tankers that have found a home there. It wouldn’t have annoyed me this much if it fell on a government official and its convoy but no, it fell on innocent citizens who just wanted to go home and sleep.
May the souls of the departed rest in perfect peace, in Jesus name.
How are you?
How’s your week going?
What are you angry about today?