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I think everyone has done this except me.
I'm supposed to share 7 things about me.
I mentioned it before: I’m most mentally alert in the morning. It’s nearly impossible to do anything personally satisfactory during other parts of the day, except if the tasks had already started in the morning. Unfortunately, I spend all my mornings in Lagos traffic with all the highway distractions that come with it.
But then, one has got to work before 8:30... because the middle name of the man monitoring the register is Ivan the Terrible.” Go figure.
I am a big fan of food but it’s hard for me to eat! This has become worse lately. I can go two days on water only, maybe a Scotch egg & Lucozade Sports in between. Or just indomie noodles (with Mimee spice) plus a cold drink. Chikena. I’ve taken all the pills possible to rescue the situation. Nothing worked or works. I’ve given up on all medical recommendations. (Sorry Pharm. Yomi)
PS: Weirdly though, I manage to eat like a normal person in the company of certain people. I can’t explain why.
The idea that someone can lord over me gives me the fever. That I work in a corporate institution is a laughable contradiction. I’m surviving though.
Make my day… share that joke with me, or link me up with a good comedian. I crave laughter,
almost more than s*x. You can tell if I’m not getting enough of laughs. Watch my mood.
I write Movies/Plays, direct Movies/Plays, star in Movies/Plays, accept Oscar plaques for all these roles… all in my head.
It kills me. It kills me. It kills me. This is the reason I’ve turned down all those offers to be a columnist for a newspaper/magazine. But count me in if you can give me the freedom to do what I want, at my own pace.
Now, this is no longer a secret. We’re both pen friends. She only lives in my memory. We’ve been exchanging notes for a long time now. She dropped mental notes to me. I save my response as Drafts on Gmail. This has been going on for a long time. There’s a little break now.
I'm never comfortable talking about me, which makes this meme a daunting task. I don't like Naijalines.
PS: Post title. Sue me Gaga.