I tell u my peeps i admit that i'm a certified dry girl. Nothing major has happened to me lately, but i need to update my blog so it doesn't seem like i abandoned it. Anyways, shey i told u guys about this research project my friend and i are working on. Our goal is to present it at that big conference in April where all schools in my zone would be represented. We chose a topic to work on, got the necessary approvals, checked all online resource to make sure nobody had done the exact same thing we planned on doing, only for the professor supervising us to bring an article last week that was published in August, where this guy did the same thing we planned on doing. I was pissed. C'mon after we had planned, strategized and done everything, even started running trial experiments. All hope's not lost, we decided to go on with the study, but we're going to modify it. He made suggestions on further research that needed to be done, so we'll start from there. At least, it'll make our job a little easier, when we see what worked for him and what didn't.
I decided to quit being faceless on blogger, so i uploaded my lips, cheeks and nose onto my profile. I hope more people would follow my lead sha. I was thinking to myself, after the upload that the pix sort of reveals who i am, even though my eyes can't be seen. I hope i'm not nabbed by someone who knows me, especially those i wrote about in my previous posts. I decided to rock my trads (traditional attire) to church yesterday. I was looking FIERCE. Like one madam the madam. I haven't worn "iro" n "buba" (wrapper and top) in over a year. You guys should have seen the damask gele (head tie) the way i tied it ehn, it was just too bunz. I just pity the person i sat infront of at church. My satellite dish must have blocked his (infact their) view silly. Funny thing is that i was sitting right in the front row, so my gele was seen very well. If u guys need me to hook u up with gele tying skills, i'm not as expensive as u may think. I can tie it, put it in a box and FEDEX it to you for a small amount. I must give credit to my mum. As in that woman can throw down when it comes to tying gele. She taught my sister and i the strategy. There's a particular way u have to position ur hands inorder to get the desired effect. Guess what? I didn't even use any pins to hold the gele in place. The damask was as hard, crispy and crunchy as anything u can imagine, 'cos it was still new. Needless to say, i was praying the gele shouldn't fall off my head in church, 'cos their was this alakoba (troublesome) kid sitting behind me that was in awe of my gele, he even had the audacity to touch it, by the time i gave him the look, his momma called him to order fast. Thank God it didn't fall of my head.
How about i went shadowing today, and this lady that brought her daughter in, was looking at me funny. Eventually when the doc. introduced me to her, she was like i look like i'm a teenager about 17/18 years old, more like a high schooler. That just made my day, i don't look my age, how nice. It's good genes o my people. She went on to spoil it though by saying that if she comes for treatment, and i'm the doctor assigned to attend to her, she'd be like can u please get me another physician, this one looks too young to know what she's doing. I'm like what the heck? Funny thing, is that some people do that nonsense in hospitals, especially if u're a young, black female. Bringing their stereotypical behind to the hospital. How stupid? Do the know the amount of training u've been through? How u endured the rigors of med. school and all? Only for you to finally become a doc. and all they can do is yarn dust about how u look with their ignorant buccal cavity. It's not as if i'm even one small shrimp like that o. I weigh 133 lbs and i'm 5'6'' tall and i even wear a size 4 and sometimes 6 on a good day. They're just jealous.
Anyways, lemme leave that ignoramus (ignorant person) side alone. In all circumstances, we should be thankful o. How about i met this girl who is 16 and has no breasties (flat chest), not started her period, nothing. She has stunted growth. I remember my cousin always complaining about the size of her breasties. She wears a size 36B, or is it even 34A, i can't remember. Anyways, she was always whining about having nothing 'cos she was 26 at the time. At least, she should be thankful for the little she has, what of this young girl, that's undergoing several treatment just for the thing to grow nko? For those of u out there, be thankful for what u have, be it big or little. Remember some people have none.
How can i forget to gist u guys? How can? I almost suffocated in my own fart on Saturday night. If not for God, i wonder where Bijouxoxo would've been today. You too, think about it, how sadly funny would it be, if they ask what happened, only for u to hear she suffocated in her fart while sleeping? It all started when i cooked beans on Saturday. I made my pepper sauce seperately with palmoil (red oil), added all necessary condiments and seasoning, even added shredded smoked turkey, ground crayfish, then i mixed the sauce with the already cooked beans. My beans was banging, as in i really threw down. Infact, i should've taken a pix to put up here. I hope my family members haven't finished it sha, so that i can take a pix of it for y'all to see. Anyways, i ate 2 small bowls before leaving the house. How about every 10 minutes, u could hear a "pourooooooooooom" sound. The thing was stinking like crazy, it got so bad at a point, that i had to cover my nose from my own fart. Sad, really sad.
I had to force myself to offload before going to church on Sunday, if not, the pastor would've called me out for special deliverance. There was no way u could do it silently, u know the silent but deadly ones, yes... i know u do, so stop fronting like u've not perfected the art of the "silent, but deadly" style of farting. Anyways, i haven't had beans since that day and i'm craving for beans tonite. I think 'cos it's been long since i ate beans cooked that way, that i've forgotten the magic it works on my system. I love beans, i can't live without eating beans for real. No matter how bad i fart, i'd still eat beans. So why does beans do this to most people? When i eat akara, made from beans i'm fine, moin-moin, i'm fine but when it comes to plain beans, u're asking for trouble. Does anyone have an answer to that?
My ardent readers, (u know urselves) i crack myself up sha, see i've updated my blog for ur reading pleasure. Enjoy. Till i come ur way again laoded with gist as usual, hopefully before next Monday, have a wonderfully blessed week.
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