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I wanted my Easter holiday to be my time for sober reflection. A time I get to go far, far away from everything, everyone that knows me. Just to leave my world. Believe me that world can be tiring most times. Not for the first time(if ya'all could know) have I felt that way, but this time I knew I was just a little step between sanity and insanity. I just needed a break I knew was not to come, yet. Though disappointed, I'm thankful to God and Him alone for helping to hold on to His lifeline. (this feels likke the ramblings of a madwoman doesn't it?)
Anyways, I started my Easter with a great rest, travelled down to Abeokuta, a town in Ogun for a typical Yoruba wedding with one of my mentors who did her best to flog me, literally, before we went. I wouldn't blame her, no, because it was no less than I deserved before choosing to follow a windy and narrow path. We came back that same day, which became one of the happiest for me because Chelsea Fc, my favourite football club won against their rivals Manchester United. I got home with a gift, movies ofcourse, for my youngest and favourite brother because for the second time this session he became the first in Academics in his class. Movies had become a traditon in our house when we discovered that 3meals a day was impossible. Lets go back, shall we?
Easter Sunday flew by with me still fighting for some alone time for myself. With just a day to go, I believed I would still get an "alone time" for myself. I did and I enjoyed it.
I went to the popular Lekki beach alone, yes alone, with no guy and I had fun. Going out with guys had become less fun and more omplication for my taste these days. To answer your unvoicable questions; no I haven't quit my job and I don't regret doing so. Till my next blog...
Ciao!!!
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