Hotlanta

Quite literally......

I think because I've been in one of the coldest states for the last few years, I kinda romanticized 

Atlanta's weather. 

While I will never be a fan of driving in the snow, I surprisingly adjusted pretty well to the cold. The coldest temperature I experienced in Atlanta before leaving was 23 degrees which only lasted for one day (back then). I didn't think I would be able to survive

Now if I see 23 degrees in the winter it's a good day.

I have become one of those people who come to the south and laugh when people around me are complaining it's cold.

I have braved the cold in scrubs in -1 degree weather. This happened a lot in Feb, cos I was always running late and couldn't afford to change when I got to the hospital. 

I'm in Atlanta right now and I'm not loving all this sun, it feels like summer and I was talking as if it was Summer, my 4 year old niece corrected me that it was spring. 

I was supposed to take my niece to ride her bike on the street yesterday, but at 6pm the sun was still shining as if someone was cooking in hell fire.

If I could take Atlanta's weather and pair it with my school states summer, it would be perfect for me. 

Anyone know a state that meets that criteria? 

I think I'm adding Atlanta to the list of places I don't want to be in the Summer. 

I can't stand the humidity. Same reason I don't like Florida. 

I lived there for 6 months and always preferred to be indoors cos the heat was not a joke. 

I've never been to Texas but I know that place might as well be hell fire 

In the summer. 

I hate to leave this blog lying fallow, so I will be blogging about random stuff

Like I said this has not been a good year for blogging. 

After a While

After a while you learn
The subtle difference between
Holding a hand and chaining a soul
And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
And company doesn’t always mean security.
 
And you begin to learn
That kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes ahead
With the grace of woman, 
Not the grief of a child
 
And you learn
To build all your roads on today
Because tomorrow’s ground is
Too uncertain for plans
And futures have a way 
Of falling down in mid-flight.
 
After a while you learn
That even sunshine burns if you get too much
So you plant your own garden
And decorate your own soul
Instead of waiting 
For someone to bring you flowers.
 
And you learn
That you really can endure
That you really are strong
And you really do have worth
And you learn and you learn
With every goodbye you learn.

Veronica A. Shoffstall

Mama Peace makes her Nollywood Debut

I have seen some interesting arguments on instagram defending our FIRST LADY's poor command of the English Language.The most ridiculous in my opinion, is the easy fall back we all joke with "English is not our first language". I call bull!!!!! This woman is supposed to be a university graduate right? WITH MULTIPLE DEGREES!!! The last time I checked all graduate institutions in Nigeria teach in English. All the schools in the South teach in English (I would assume that's the case for most of the country). How in the world did she end up being so inarticulate? Most Nigerians are bilingual but for God's sake English is the official language of Nigeria and this woman (even though she is not an elected official) represents the country as the First Lady. If she cannot speak English, fine then i fully support that she defaults to whatever language she is most proficient in, even if it's pidgin English, that way she can have a translator and save us this embarrassment.

She and everyone in her "office" should be ashamed! I bet she is surrounded by sycophants who are too scared to tell her the truth. Does she not have friends? Doesn't she watch herself on TV? How can she think this is okay? How long has she been first lady? She's had enough time to hire private tutors to brush her English up. This is inexcusable.As for the screaming/crying and reminding everyone that there is God, that was very unprofessional in my opinion. You can do that when you are talking with your friends, not during official business. That was not the time or place for such theatrics.

The good news is after she's no longer Nigeria's First Lady (whenever that happens), she most definitely has a promising career in Nollywood.

Period

The End!

Pet Peeves

Two things have been getting on my nerves recently. I have tried my best to ignore them but I can't anymore. Anytime i see those things it's like someone just ran their nails on a chalkboard in my soul and i want to wring someone's neck.

Pet peeve numero uno - The word BAE. The person who came up with that word and the millions of people who have jumped on that bandwagon need to be hung and quartered. Literally. I have never come across a more irritatingly annoying word. God forbid, it's now a term of endearment. The day any man will call, refer, allude, dream,think of me as his bae, that would be the end of that relationship. That's how much I HATE that word!!!!!And i will not be in a relationship with someone who can fix his mouth to call me that or use his fingers to type that. I'm gagging just thinking of the word and I'm not even exaggerating.

Pet peeve numero deux - ff, kfb, follow back, please follow back, kindly follow back. Urgh! You guys don't understand how i feel when i see those words especially people begging "celebrities" for a follow back. Please, I beg you in Jesus name, explain to me why a celebrity  or someone following you back means ANYTHING! If you are in show business and you need to network, maybe i can probably give you a tiny pass. Otherwise, I don't understand it. For the most part, I follow anyone who follows me back, without being asked. If anyone has ever asked me for a follow back, I usually oblige, but just know that seeing that request irritated the hell out of me because i don't get it and i would have followed back anyway.
People need to stop with the begging to be noticed. It doesn't add any value to your life who follows you and how many followers you have, especially if you have to beg for it. Have some freaking pride.

Secondary Insomnia

• I fell asleep on my couch and woke up at 130a, and now i can't sleep. I guess we can call that secondary insomnia
• I finally responded to comments on my Let's play a Game post. I have been feeling guilty about not responding so glad that is done. 
• Been thinking of the Chibok girls. It's easy to put myself in that place haven gone to an all girls boarding school. In my JSS, we only had a gate man, who i don't recall spent the night. He probably did because someone had to lock the gate. There were also teachers who lived on the school premises, in addition with to caterer and our matron. No real security. It would have been so easy for something like this to happen. In my SSS, we had guys who used to come in the school to harass the girls. I remember one incident when some guys were chasing two of my class girls at night, inside the school and one who was a school runner was outrun by the another girl who was short and fat. It was funny when they were telling the story, and we all had a good laugh, but that should tell you how little security a school of at least a thousand girls who were boarders had. Thankfully, i was a day student in that school.  
• I'm hoping the Chibok story ends well. Nigeria tire me, honestly. Everything just saddens me. 
• I went dress shopping today. Ass for days. A little too girly for my taste. I could stand to lose 10lbs. Dress size went up at least by 1/2. Squeezing into those size 8's. Not fun. Food is not my friend. 
• I just finished watching season 1 of  "The Fosters". I randomly picked it on netflix. I've heard that Americans are oversexualized but never really thought much of it, but after watching this ABC show, I was taken aback by the overt sexuality portrayed by teenagers on the show. I didn't go to High school in the States, so I need someone to tell me if this is how people go about kissing each other in school. Everyone is having sex and there is a complete lack of innocence in any of these teenagers. It seems like this kind of behavior has been normalized and teenagers watching these shows will see this as normal behavior. I guess that's why a lot of Nigerians worry about raising kids here. 
• I still insist that parents should train their children unless America will train them. You have to play your part instead of throwing your hands in the air. I know a lot of well brought of kids who have never step foot in Nigeria. 
• I have developed this bad habit of not being able to fall asleep unless there's noise usually in form of a show on netflix. I can't seem to deal well with silence these days. I can't even settle down to read a book. I bought Chimamanda's Americanah, and I haven't read a page. Very unlike me. But I have not been myself for a while now, so no surprises there. 
• This has not been a good year for blogging. This has not been a good year for anything actually. 
• Oh, and for those of you not on Instagram, I shaved my head and i actually loved it. It has started growing and I might shave it again. I miss being able to rub my scalp. It was very soothing. 
• Before shaving it, I had been natural for almost two years. My natural hair was actually way softer than I imagined or remembered.
• I was stressed out, it was affecting my hair and I couldn't stand it anymore. It was like an urge or craving. I resisted for a long time. 
• Events that seemed like the end of the world have turned into a blessing in disguise. Sometimes life forces you to slow down and you just have to go with the flow. 
• Always thankful
• Boop! 

Tales from med school

Attending: what is the short form of shortness of breath
3rd year Med student: SOB
Attending: That's son of a bitch
Resident and Med student laugh
Attending gives them a blank stare. Then goes in on the student who eventually starts to cry.
Attending: Go wipe your face.


*True story. Happened to a friend on her first rotation of third year. That attending has a reputation of being a biatch. She wanted my friend to say Dyspnea but I think she asked the wrong question.