I don't think I've ever written a sentence with that much "-ness". Hmm.
Today has been. . . in one word, UNPREDICATABLE!
Yep. Terribly so.
I've been at home since 23rd of December. I planned to stay for 2weeks but I also thought that a few extra days would hurt nobody really. 3weeks would be the max and I would return to Ibadan where I school, work, and have fun; none of which I do when I'm at home. Almost none. One third of the fun? yes, but the work? totally different. We're talking unavoidable chores here.
My stay was unbelievably prolonged when the president decided to remove the subsidy on petrol as the nation's New Year's gift. Pretty benevolent huh? We thought so too and decided to beat his benevolence by giving him an even bigger gift; protests! Those led to a nationwide strike which er... didn't go down well with him or any of his accomplices.
So, yada yada yada, I had to stay for the maximum 3weeks, and then some. This brought my total time spent at home to 4weeks.
Yesterday, I made up my mind to leave the next day [today]. I had it all planned out. All the things I had to do here and had lazily postponed, I did yesterday and It was amazing. I totally transformed from lazy and procrastinating to active and beating deadlines.
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So, today.
I woke up pretty early but didn't pack my bags till about 2pm. I really hate to pack, just in case you were wondering why it took me so long. It's a really big deal for me. My mum was supposed to drop me off at the park so I brought out my neatly packed bag and a handbag. This is the point where the unpredictability of this blessed day started. "You're not allowed to take the handbag", she said.
This bag is hers by the way but so what? I had used it for 4weeks without any objection from her so why would she object now?
I should tell you a little about my mum and me before I continue. We are alike in so many many many ways. It's almost freaky. On too many occasions, we're thinking about the same things, thinking of doing the same things, heck saying the same things at the same time even.
Yep, freaky.
One of our many similarities is stubbornness. The funny thing is that we both know we are so whenever stubbornness becomes an issue, it's a game of who blinks first. I almost always have my way anyway. Almost.
Today wouldn't be different. I thought I would use the same tactics as I had done many times, with a slight twist here and there. This was still about 2pm by the way and since I really wasn't even keen on getting to Ibadan before 6pm, I thought I could chill for a couple of minutes, maybe an hour. In my mind, the hour would be spent on buttering her up and acting really sweet and making her see reasons why I should have the bag.
3pm. She wouldn't budge.
What?? This is a first! It normally wouldn't take me this long to have my way, I had to re-strategize. Truthfully, I didn't have a backup plan. In just one hour, I had exhausted all the weapons in my arsenal. Not good. Not good at all.
Re-strategizing took another hour. It was 4pm and it all seemed strange to me. I thought further stalling would make her say "oya, take the bag and get going, you don't wanna be travelling in the night". How terribly far from being right I was! But camman!! I still had to be on the road for 2 whole hours and a half mum!
4:20pm. Ok, I was just being foolish. Now I had to budge, give in, be the loser which by the way may get in the way of future wins if there ever was a similar situation. I dropped the bag, picked up the alternative she offered me and calmly transferred my stuff.
My calmness nauseated me.
Accepting defeat with calmness wasn't my game. I could imagine her smiling to herself although her disposition hinted nothing of the sort. Did I mention that she locked the door? Things were far from funny. That killed any thoughts of grabbing the bag and making for the door even before such could be conceived.
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We got to the motor park and since it was late, all the cars had gone. My last resort was an 18-seater bus and I was the 4th passenger. Time was 4:45pm. Ha!
Still with my nauseatingly calm disposition, I watched the passengers come for what seemed like an eternity. It was like they were balls being released from a distant cannon one every thirty minutes. I hate night journeys by the way. That's about the only thing I can use the word "hate" for. Oh and cockroaches too; terrible creatures. Travelling in the night makes me paranoid in ways that I cannot explain. The mere fact that I'll look out of the window and see nothing creeps me out. I really cannot explain.
It's 6pm and my mind, my body, my whole being can't take it anymore. I really cannot go through with this. I would be arriving at Ibadan at about 9pm. What?? An amazingly unexplainable breeze of decisiveness blows on me and I tell the woman beside me to excuse me, walk up to the driver and demand that he opens his boot so I'll get my bag. He asks if I want to pick something from the bag and I tell him I'm not going again. Talk about decisiveness with precision! This is me from my first post who cannot makeup my mind in an instant.
What can I say? people change. *shrugs*
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So I came here, Chicken Republic. I just couldn't go straight home. The thought of my mum laughing helplessly at me would hurt deeply. I can't let her have that much fun at my expense. I got a plate of rice and Chicken [what happened to Chicken Republic's chicken by the way? I remember it to be better looking]. It's my tray on one side of the table and my laptop on the other. And I'm typing like I don't care. Why should I? huh??
I used their restroom. The water in the toilet was blue and I watched my primary school knowledge of colour mixing come to play as my yellow emission turn to an active green colour. Hehe. At least something amusing can still come out of a day like this.
Just when I thought I would hibernate my computer and go home, my final attempt to strip a piece of bone of the chicken it bore with my cutleries had the plate, the content of the plate (rice and bones), and my cutleries heading straight for my body. Talk about embarrassment! Kai.
How does so much happen to one person in a day sef?
I should go home.
I'm out.
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