Reminiscent of my Childhood

Hello humans........

 How's it hanging? high?, low? or dangling low....
 Has you week been busy, manic or just there, well mine has been pretty manic but hey I'm not complaining ill rather have it that way.

         So here I am at work with nothing to do sitting at my desk with a song titled "I touch myself" playing the background,don't ask me because I'm feeling the same kind of way like WTAF! is this I'm listening to.As there is nothing for me to do I have proceeded to cruise the w.w.w and see what is happening, however, this thought invades my memory and I remember coming across this post by Lola Akinmade which is seemingly old and I'm quite surprised  I hadn't  come across it earlier. Any whoo it brought a flood of memories: good, bad,the not so pretty and the hilarious.  To quickly summarise,  she talked about her life living in Lagos, her upbringing the African way and certain things she experienced as a child.Many  of the things she talked about could only make sense if you were brought up in a Nigerian household or grew up in the country itself. I catch myself nodding and giggling at my desk at work reading this post again and thinking to how eventful my childhood was,  from your parents shouting your name in chronological order from the oldest to the youngest and everyone literally dragging their feet's accompanied by mumbles under their voices or for me the angry shuffle in bed and the kicking of feet in the air before getting up, exactly like so

Weekend Bants/#RBF(Resting Bitch Face)

Hey Guys

The weekend is upon us once again and boy am i GLAD!!!!!

I wont make this a habit...... BUT! sorry I've been away.

Life has been giving me all kinds of Up's and Downs, having said that though i cannot be any more grateful for all that i have.

This past weekend has been all kinds of surprises, so much so that i nearly passed out twice, you know that kind of excitement that just makes you wanna leave your own body like.....