Pinky's Diaries

Forgive me but I couldn't help writing another traffic story! I just love Lagos traffic! I remember being asked to write an essay at a job interview and Lagos traffic was all I wrote about while others wrote stuff like the impending and humongous economic and political crises in Nigeria! Haha! My interviewers must be sillier than I am cos I got the job! So I got this job and they sent me on 6months training! It felt like it will never end! They taught me life application skills! Everything they taught were so true and painful but nothing my mum hasn't taught me! I just refused to apply them! Every morning, we were asked to tell how we applied what was taught the previous day! Haha! Thank God I'm a storyteller! Shey na story dem want?!! Hahaha! On a certain Wednesday, we closed 2hrs earlier than normal. It felt like a miracle. I felt like jumping up like a child that got to wear her Christmas dress that her mum bought on the 8th of December. To add to my joy, my broth

They thought there was a need for a foundation. For people with my type of pigmentation Some people don’t like it mentioned Cos they don’t think I should be protected But why shouldn’t I be protected? I listen to experiences and all I want to do is pee Native doctors and ritualists would not let me be Cos they 'know' that I can yield so much money Even patients with HIV Now hustle for me Cos they think there’s a cure in my vee Walking on the road has suddenly become a nightmare As almost everyone stands to stare Like my head is exceptionally big and sphere Some children run away from me and say I am a scare While others gather around to mock me with a cheer A room mate once said with me she couldn’t stay She felt I cause her so much dismay Even without moving in, she moved out And with her yam and beans eating mouth She said the color of my skin Is anything but clean And that my teeth needs extra maclean The case of boyfriend is the most pathetic