Pinky's Diaries

Just came back from evening mass as hungry as ever and there was definitely no food in the house! Its no news that I don't cook! After waking up by 4am and getting home by 11pm after straight 3hrs of traffic every day of the week (except Sunday), cooking on a Sunday night is the least of my worries. I don't want to hear it! I'm talking to you. Yes, you! Didn't you just ask if its this story I'll tell my husband when he asks of food? I'm not married yet so when I get to that bridge, I'll cross it...or not. But dear husband, you should better be in Enugu or Ghana cos I aint living in Lagos with you unless...unless...un...there's no unless.  Ehen, the koko of the matter is that I was hungry and desperately needed to fill in my tommy! I ransacked the fridge looking for what I didn't keep and as God may have it, there food was! Wrapped in beautiful foil. Though not mine, hunger is not a 'respecter' of cake ownership besides the cake has ...

*clearsthroat* Ladies, l love weddings a lot. Please endeavor to invite me to yours after this. Do not call me a bad friend cos you know I'm just a bloody story teller. Ehen, now that i have concluded my plea, I guess I can start my wedding story. School days were fun. People form all sorts of stuff. In normal schools, only the girls show off - try to be the first to wear the 'latest', 'capture' the best boyfriends and so on but in a school like UNEC, oh my UNEC, forming isn't restricted to just the girls. Guys too take part in that shit (forgive my language). It unnerves me when i see stuff like a guy saying duh and flipping his "hair" annoyingly when his head is bald. Some let rolls of condom fall off their back packs just to let us know they've got skills. Naive virgins! For four years plus three years strike, I saw things. On a certain sunny day, I forgot my umbrella and shades and was cursing myself for doing so when someone called out f...