Very valuable exposition. Physically hurt me to read it.
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Study break!! This girl on youtube re-made the Nigerian song Oleku and I loove her voice. I really like the Ghanaian spin she put on it…I sang like 2 lines of her remix. I’m camera shy 0_o
P.s Sorry about the echo..maybe I shouldn’t watch youtube vids on my laptop when I’m about to shower :///
Hello hello hello
I’m in a great mood! And it’s not even for any wonderful reason. The sun is shining (80F!!), I had a relaxing weekend during which I smiled a lot, I’m kinda sorta on top of my work, and I’m wearing a dress! Yayyy, Summer is nigh.
But moving on…
I just read this post from hilarious blog run by a random Nigerian girl who used to call herself Emosh, but has since retired from anonymity. (Note: by ‘random’ I mean we’ve been best friends in my head since last Summer) and it had me stifling laughs at my desk- you see, I made the mistake of reading it at work. Part of the reason it amused me oh-so-much is because I could kind of identify.
See, I too, have been in a date situation where I had to make some err.. payments. Unlike Emosh, I really don’t have any desire for Mr. Man to stumble upon my blogpost, especially since he has such a wonderful reputation among all- both guys and girls alike. Fortunately, my date was not as blatantly shameless as Charles from Emosh’s story was. To his credit, he did contact me the next day and the day after that (I had only 2 days left in the country) in an attempt to ‘make up for it’ or refund my money, but unfortunately I was past responding to his calls or text messages at that point. I had decided to carry the burden of our shame and save him the trouble.
Anyway so here’s what happened. I had been talking to this handsome young man for a couple of months. He was tall, handsome, dark, handsome, (6’3, dark chocolate thankyouverymuchhh- but I know you didn’t ask), gainfully employed in a certain prominent US city in the Northeast and very witty and smart. I had (may still have) a lot of respect for him. Honestly, I didn’t take him very seriously- I went ahead and assumed that he was definitely seeing multiple people, so I only spoke to him when I could spare the time, and never really made a special effort.
We happened to be in the same place during Christmas ‘09 so we texted occasionally. One Friday I was out with about three friends at a bar/sushi place. He called to find out what my plans for the evening were. He said he was on his way home to change/freshen up and would be back later. Now, here is the point at which I take the blame: I told him I would probably leave in an hour or so. That’s all I said. He took this information and came to the conclusion that he couldn’t go all the way home (his house is pretty far away) and come back in time to meet up with us (me). He also said he was wearing a white tee and was a little worried about getting in, but I told him it wasn’t that kind of place and he’d be fine. (What? If you guys only knew how hot he looks in his so-called ‘plain white tees’… but I digress)
He got there pretty soon after that and we decided to go to another bar/lounge. The transportation situation was the first unique thing I noticed.
“Yea it’s a cab but that’s my ex-driver who’s lived with us for ages. He’s driving me around today; he’s cool with waiting.”
I thought that sounded reasonable. We were at this new lounge for a bit and I got 2 cocktails. (He only had one drink, but it was stronger than both of mine put together) At some point, he called the ‘driver’ and told him he could leave. I’m guessing he felt bad for keeping him waiting. I clearly didn’t think about how we were getting home because I was too happy about the alcohol in my tummy.
So it’s time to leave and this fine young man takes my hand, escorts me to the road side and calls a cab for us. I mean, it was past 3am at this point so we were out there for a while. Not that I was scared, because he looks like a body guard… but yea, just slightly tacky. He told the driver where I lived and said we would drop me off first, then take him home. The charge was ridiculous because the guy knew he was the only cab around, and because Mr. Man’s house is properly far away! Of course, he acted like the cost didn’t faze him in the least. We got into the taxi and were driven to my house, about 15 minutes away. Tell me why ol’ boy thought he could leave the taxi with me and enter my house? With my father sleeping how many feet away? I had to thank him kindly for the evening and request my leave. I was about to go inside; I had grabbed my purse and was in fact starting to extend my leg outside of the car, only to hear:
“Jessica it’s X cedis, could you give it to him please,”
Wait. Let’s recap. So I’m paying for my 15 minute ride home- ok- as well as your 40 minute one, and you didn’t even care to mention it/prime me for this shock at some point during the ride? Oh okay. I quickly composed myself like I never expected anything different, reached my hand into my purse and paid the driver. Wow. I went to bed straight away, I couldn’t stay awake wondering if that just happened. Honestly, it took me a while before I could even tell my close friends about this ‘date’. At least now I can post it on my blog… some healing has occurred eh?
The following couple videos I found on Vimeo a while ago. I posted them to my twitter/fb but didn’t post them on here. I really liked them. Enjoyy :)
