Rubys' Random.

Hello, I wanna rant. Ayam so hangry. Sum'n just appun rai now. Okay. Not right now. It's a build up of issues. Why do all these Yoruba aunties feel like they have shares in your life? What is their problem sef ? I have lots of Yoruba  aunties story but I am pissed off  today because one is currently doing a good job annoying me. I compiled a list of what I feel the average Yoruba  is. The Yoruba aunty is very expressive. She feels like she has shares in your life and when you aren't doing well according to her standards, she doesn't fail to express it in the ways best to her, most times, by  talking  shouting. They go as far as comparing 29years old you to their 5years old child who just passed her " drawing a heart"  exams. The Yoruba aunty is an average disrespectful human being expecting top notch respect from you. They always look like this. They can make mistakes. You can't. Half of them got married with their fi

Hi.. How has your week been? So something happened in my compound that informed this line of thought and I thought to stop by and gist you. I live with family friends in a three bedroom flat that has two one room boys-quarter behind. Living in each flat are grown up men who can hardly care about anything and I don't like them for that. (Rolls eyes). When the pumping machine gets bad, we are left alone to repair even when it's just me at home. They never paid light bills and every other necessary bill. Due to that, PHCN always disconnected them. When they are disconnected, they connect back to the main house (us) illegally and when PHCN found out once, they disconnected the whole compound from their office and we didn't have light for about three weeks. They gave us the option of buying a new pole and wires to reconnect and separate us from them as we use Prepaid billing meter. That was running into hundreds of thousands and we didn't think it a good idea so it w

Hello! It's been a beautiful week right.. So I read a post by one of my favorite bloggers, DANG, where she shared about an aunt blackmailing her to get married using her late mom. You can trust she didn't find it a bit funny. Her experience informed this post. I visited home (Lagos) some two weeks ago and a friend who I know is interested in me visited. To help his ministry, I hinted him on my parents being around and told him his ministry will scatter if he came with an empty hand. He came with a bottle of wine. We were gisting* when i heard my dad call out for him. Next thing I hear is ' May I meet you ', ' What do you do ' and so on and so forth.. (Rolls eyes and pout lips). Okay, I knew that was going to come up but I didn't expect it to be that brazen. Take a chill pill man. Here in Abuja, I live with family friends. They ask me directly and indirectly when I'm getting married because.. Biological clock is ticking away and nansense .

Hello, (Covers face) I can't even believe I'm making an appearance here. I also can't help but think If I never stopped blogging, I would have been the new money mogul in town. Think Linda Ikeji. I got tired and didn't have a laptop or device to ease blogging so I gave up all, together. Anyway, I've realized the need to keep this for some reasons and I will be writing on everything I feel like and I can bet you'll love it. I must also say I'm sorry for betraying the trust some people who encouraged me had without even explaining why. Forgive me. I will be documenting life and living with everything in between. Deal is we have to resuscitate this together. I trust we will help me build this. Till thoughts are gathered, Happy new year. Thank you for being here. Meanwhile, I'm leaving you with a photo of me so you can love up on my eyes. Don't forget to leave a comment. Its your right and my joy.