Oh let me tell you the horror of being a corporate wife. Okay so I know I am supposed to talk about college on this thing but let me delve into wifedom for a spell.
Baby had his president's award ceremony and we got all dressed up. First of all let me say that wives in the corporate setting don't dress up the way we naija's do. I had on this really beautiful nigerian lace top and bottom that fit all the curves (and the sisters) very well, and he had on a suit that matched (nice tie that matched my wine outfit) we were looking good. Make up tight (got it done in the mall by one of my friends who works for Mac (yes children I have friends) and she happened to be the one that helped me look for an outfit which unfortunately we never found).
Back to the story, the drive up was lovely and then disaster struck. The shoes I wore were really cute and really painful. But what is beauty without pain right? so here I was in high heels that hurt the heel and we had to walk around the building to get to the main entrance.
Then get this, we were stuck in this acquarium, I was so nervous, baby was introducing me to all the CEOs and VP's and all I could do was stand there looking foolish. I felt soooooo out of place. You see what college life has done for me, it has turned me into this college idiot. I used to be able to mingle with the working class now I am sitting here like and idiot wanting to leave. Damn you college experience!
Anyway, I enjoyed myself once the introductions were done. The food was crappy though I must admit I had to get something on the way home (Dunkin Donuts, D and T understand what a croissant can do to the belly). To top it off, I was the best dressed person there. These ladies had on suits and little sun dresses. Here I was in all my divadom! take that you corporate wife stereotype!
I look forward to educating you on how to be a Naija woman: first off, wear your attire proudly as embarrased as you may feel, others are jeolous.
PS: i was so proud of my baby, but I got pissed off cuz the battery was dead in the camera, sorry folks no pictures! and to think we went through all that trouble! oh well!
Okay college life is so overrated. As I near the end of this stupid first year, I realize that I really didn't miss out on anything. I mean I had fun in my classes and stuff but the drama is so high school it makes you wonder how most of these people will fit into the real world.
For instances, the whole drama with my dormies. I have insistently asked that they "kindly maintain" I nice clean area so that when I want to warm my food in the damn microwave it will at least be clean, or wash my hands and utensils in the sink it will be clean.
I have refused to clean up after them this week and it has turned from a pigsty to a shit hole. First of all there are no trashbags in the trash bin and the trash is pouring onto the floor. The kitchen floor is soooooooooooooooooooooooooo sticky, you have to raise your knee up so that you don't get your slippers stuck to the floor (yeah uhm don't even think about walkign around barefoot). The sink ...changing the subject so I don't puke. The counter tops are a disaster and the fridge smells so gross like rotten food.
That is the tip of my aggravation!
My baby gave me some wonderful non-stick pots. I washed my beautiful pots and kept them in a safe place. On Friday, I look in the sink what do I see, my pot, getting rusty. Omo I flipped out like I have never flipped before. I took my pot put it away and asked baby to pick me up immediately before I kill someone. How dare they go into my stuff and use my pots. then not wash it and allo rusty dirty water to sit inside so it can baje like thier own shit! Omo fashi, before the year is over, cata cata go bust! Awon ode! On top all this wahala self, I am supposed to continue to be one kind amicable woman. Fuck that shit! I am going to show them that I am not some little quiet girl that n e one can just walka cross my back! Fashi that shit! the battle has just begun.
Can I get some back up warriors? Come join the Poetic Justice struggle agains filth and ignorance! Holla
5 comments:
All that stress about a dress for nothing--I told you you would be bangin' in a Naija outfit.
Looks like yu are seriously going to have to school your roomies. Nastiness! Fugliness. All kinds of -iness.
Hugs,
Me.
to top it off, my pot that baby bought me got rust in it. wait till I tell him!
heheheeheeh... dd is the bomb. and i was just about to put in a call for the fantabulous photos! damn girl! i guess there's no need to suggest moving off campus for next semester. sisters are one thing... strangers are a whole new shege... layrah.
hahahaha!
E ma binu oh! na the fault of the camera that is why my gorgeous look is not visible today.
i will be moving shortly. Fuck next year! shall we say uhm two weeks!
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