I really don't have anything in particular to blog about, but 'cos my fans, i wish (yes, u know urselves) have been begging me to update my blog, i'm going to give u a low down of happenings in my life. I came across this article on Boundless about blogs. It's so true. Last Thursday, my wisdom tooth was bothering me, it's been growing for the past 2 years. It started out by growing at an angle, now it's fully grown but it wouldn't come out of the gum. Why? I have no clue. So as i was preparing to go to bed on Thursday, after brushing my teeth i noticed i had something that looked like a hole in my gum at the site where the tooth was supposed to be, and it was red. I was scared, 'cos i thought it might be infected. Anyways, the next day, i ran to NY to get the tooth extracted. The dentist later told me the tooth was fully grown and was tryna push it's way out of the gum, i guess that explains the hole i saw. My mouth was swollen for 3 days, like i put a medium sized puff-puff in my mouth. I was spotting a Kanye West according to my sister. Thank God everything's okay now. I have 30 set of teeth, 2 wisdom teeth have been extracted.
Labor day weekend was aight. How can i forget to gist u guys about my scoper in NY a.k.a toaster or whatever u choose to call it. My uncle's friend, his co-worker but the guy is now like a brother to my uncle. Anyways, this guy let's call him Kesto. Kesto has a helluva crush on me. For real o. I met him for the first time at my baby cousin's 1st b'day. I was doing my thing as a big sis. jejely, oblivious to the fact that i was being scoped seriously. After the b'day party that night, i was going back to PA. My uncle, Kesto and my aunt walked me to my car. Next thing, Kesto called my aunt aside and was asking about me and some u-know-those-type-of-questions. My aunt later said to me in yoruba that it seems this bobo likes u.
Whenever i'm in NY, Kesto comes around. He lives not too far from my aunt's school. We talk about random stuff and that's it. He took my sister, my cousin and I bowling, we had fun. He paid for everything, from the cab fare to the food we ate, to the bowling shoes. So this my last trip to NY, he came to my aunt's place, we chatted as usual and i went back to reading my magazine. Kesto then hugged me from behind for like a minute and said I love you 3 times or more sef. I was shocked. I gave him the look and he cautioned himself quickly. He repeated it again, when he realized i wasn't too pleased, he then said he was just in a happy mood. I was like so? Na wetin consine me with dat? (What's my business with that?) He even went as far as saying to me, "Check this out (pointing to his clothes), the Lacoste jacket, shirt, pants and shoes. I was pissed thinking to myself, why's this dude trying to show off?
He knows i'm looking to enroll in a medical school, so this dude has taken it upon himself to look for schools for me with good scholarship packages and other incentives. Under the pretense that he's looking for med. schools for me, he used style style to get my number from my aunt. Anyways, in all honesty this guy is tall, dark and handsome. He's half Britico, half Yankee. I like him as a friend and that's it. I guess there could've been something more, just that i didn't give him the the chance to yarn me sweet nothings, 'cos i've heard not so pleasant gist about him from my uncle. I dunno if it's true sha. He looks like a responsible dude, but what i heard already has me biased.
Anyway, i wonder why people u're feeling don't even realize it. There's this guy i'm seriously feeling. Not midnight gister o. I've not heard from him in a while, i hope he's ok sha. Mr. OF is the bobo i'm feeling. U know how it is when u're feeling someone and u don't want the person to know u're really feeling him, just in case he's not feeling u like that. I know, i know... How do i let him know i'm feeling him, i take that back. He shouldn't know, he should only suspect, right? Whenever he calls, and he says he'll call back, he never does. He'll be texting me on weekends. For goodness sake, u can just call since it's free anyways. I've played the voicemails he left me over and over again. I never get tired of listening to his voice on my phone. If only he knows that i'm feeling him like this. Funny thing, is that when we were growing up back in Lagos, we didn't talk that much. I thought he was much older then, only to realize that he's just 4 yrs older. I prayed about it constantly for a while, but i've stopped now 'cos i've other pressing issues to discuss with my father in heaven.
Yesterday, i felt so lonely in school. My friends, M and J are not around, one graduated the other is interning in the state capital. I need new study partners, for real. All 3 of us, used to study till late in school. Now, it's only me *sobs* I swear, i need to make new friends. You guys need to hear something funny. That was how i was sitting jejely last week (u know i'm always sitting pretty, i don't look for trouble), when my aunt from Nigeria called me. She said her friend had a vision concerning me and that from the vision, a whole me, Bijouxoxo shouldn't wear anything red 'cos my guardian angel doesn't like red and that i shouldn't interfere in other people's issues. Even if i'm asked to comment or if they're breaking their heads in my presence, i shouldn't interfere. What's up with all these people sef? Wetin consine my guardian angel with colors, no be to guide and guard me be hin duty? I'm gonna pray about it, 'cos i know my father isn't the author of confusion, so if there's any truth to it, it will be revealed to me also. Abi how u take see am?
My grandpa has been talking about going to that glorious place. Last week, he wanted to hold a family meeting about that. He's scaring me o. Haba! he's only just 78, abi which one be dis. He's very strong and healthy. He reads without his glasses, thank God he has no "lifestyle diseases" (high blood pressure, high cholesterol, diabetes etc.) , he once had a mild form of angina. So why that talk now? I love him so much, he's the best grandfather anyone could ask for. That's all that has been going on with me so far. Nothing new. Till i come armed and loaded with gist again, remain blessed and highly favored people.
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