Pinky's Diaries

I have had a lot of crappy toasters in my life. No kidding. Much respect to them for finding me attractive but eh....back then and now, I wish they hadn't. They ranged from married to single to any other thing in between. I can say I've seen it all. There's nothing on this planet Earth and maybe Mars that you can tell me that would beat what I've seen. I could start from my primary and secondary school days but geez, those I would scream no comment about. So let's start from Uni days. First year! It was all about books and first class. I read and read and nearly forgot about God and family. There was no time for boys. Ehmmm...okay...truth be told, nobody saw me. I was so weird, blonde and foolish. Don't think that the name Pinky dropped down from heaven like manna. You remember Pinky of Pinky and the Brain? Would you date that Pinky? I did the most irritating things, had the most foolish thoughts, laughed with myself...and my complexion didn't help at al

I hate meetings! I don't know what you guys think. I just hate meetings. Especially those many types that do not discuss salary increase, or dancing for two hours everyday at work to take away tension, or eating for free, or staying at home every Monday, or public holidays every month....I just hate meetings. I thought I was the only one in my quest until I started preparing time tables for these meetings. Lol. I was amazed at what grown men and women do during meetings. Apart from those that sleep like there was no night, there are others that are in the meeting but are not really in the meeting and they are not ghosts or guardian angels. Sometimes it could really be crazy and hilarious. So it's the eighth month of the year and you know what happens...all the new year resolutions we all made concerning ourselves, family, work, love and all what not, have been broken and forgotten. The "ginger" that we will bring in more money during the year have long died d

Sometimes, I have conversations with my aunt that leave me more confused than ever. 'Chinwe, aunty Nkoli died' Who that now? She must have seen the look on my face cos she continued. 'Aunty Nkoli now...the one married to Emeka' Who that now? 'Ah ah...Emeka now. He went to school with Major General Mbaka', she explained further Huh? Who that now? 'That Command Day school at Nteje....' Where that now? Whew. You don't want to know how the rest of the conversation went. Have fun fellas.

  MEMOIRS OF A PREGNANT WOMAN   (as told by a friend) Pregnancy is a beautiful thing. So beautiful a thing...depending on how ready you are to take care of a baby, married or not. I could vividly remember when I told my husband the good news; he hugged me, kissed me and we made beautiful love. Lucky for us, it was the Christmas holidays, so we had all the time on earth to sleep in all day. I woke up the next day to the aroma of pancake and toast, served on a tray with a rose petal, and right beside me was my husband smiling at me like the day we met on a flight back from Ghana.   The pancake was really crappy but the gesture left me with an amazing feeling. I did marry a lovely man. The weeks that followed were the loveliest I have ever had. He took me to and fro work, cooked for me whenever he could (though I told him to stop so we could eat better food), washed, cooked and the best of all, he went to the market for me. It was my first baby so everything seemed kinda

"Warm up! Warm up! lts time to start the race. DJ,  get on the beat...!" Right at TBS, my friend, Tobe and I hopped up and down like squirrels. It was We Run Logos, a marathon event that takes place annually and we were ready to run. Ready ke? That was far from what we were. I could barely walk for two straight minutes, talk less of run from TBS to National Stadium. That's a two hour journey in a fast moving car. Tobe's case was worse than mine. He's so lazy. That he opens his eyes when he wakes up is because he has to. He's as lean as Boy Alinko and walks like someone that a little harmattan breeze can blow away. The determination on his face was admirable. "Nne baby,  I will not wait for you o! If you cannot meet up with my pace, I'll leave you o...". Tobe went on and on. He punctuated his every statement with 'o' to drive home his very important points. And the whistle went off. The marathon don start o! Just like tw