Its been a sad couple of days for me. Don’t know why. Depression is hovering around like a black cloud and just a lil bit of nothing can bring the rain pouring down. Why? Am I clinically depressed?? Hell no! I’m the happiest person in the world, tht is if u discount new brides and mothers. And maybe children.
I hate my work. Scratch that, I love my work but I hate the fact that I am unable to do my work. i get the feeling that if I don’t come to work for three weeks no one will notice until I come back. And then all they’ll say is ‘uh.. u used to work here right?’
Sigh! self pity. It actually is quite boring. M shaking it off right now. Shake it off….
ok!!! i'm fine now!!
For a while now ve been flirting with this guy in my office. Nothing serious. In fact, I shy away from using the word flirt but for want of a better word… if u listen to our conversations, u can hear nothing untoward. We talk about normal things. Typical conversation will go like this
Me- ah, my oga, good morning
Him- my madam. How far now. U don write ur exam
Me- which kind!!! I still dey read oh
Him- hurry up and write it, time is running out.
Me- no wahala, thanks. See u later.
Totally innocuous right??? Right!!! Until u see all the eye movement and smiles that accompany those few words. The other day on the staircase it progressed a bit:
him- my second sweetheart, how u dey? (this was accompanied by a slight squeeze on my waist)
me- (with a grin wider than the whole of texas) I dey oh. How are u?
him- doing well
(bear in mind that we were within kissing distance of each other)
Me- pls I need to borrow ur box for the night
Him- that one no be staircase talk. Come by office, we’ll discuss.
A door slammed and he removed his hand faster than if someone had shouted “look!! snake!!”.
Then, last night. I had a dream
I was walking on a dark , lonely street. I don’t know where I was going or from whence I came. I was just walking. Suddenly I decided to turn back. On my way back I saw a young girl who told me she wanted to show me sth. She told me to wait. Curious child that I am, I waited. Afterwards, I became a bit apprehensive of the situation, so I made to walk away. The gateman, who hitherto had remained unseen, slithers up to me and blocks my path. “madam say make u wait. She wan show u big money” he says with a maniacal grin. “get ur hands off me” I blustered. “how dare u!!! pls, get this man off me. I don’t know him” I cried to the two policemen who had materialized. They just stared thru me. At this point, I got frantic. I began to beg “abeg my brother, no vex. U know say she wan use me do winch. Abeg no make I enter this kind gbese.” The man looked at me pityingly and surprisingly let me go.
Flash on the next scene. It’s a concert of some sort. Westlife concert from the looks of things. But strangely enough, they are singing Meatloaf’s ‘I’ll do anything for love’. Singing, did I say? More like murdering the song. I wince and cover my ears. Towards the end tho, it begins to sounds good. The instrumentals sound a bit like linkin park and the vocals are off the hook. I slowly uncover my ears, swaying softly to the music. And then, he appears. From out of the blues it seems. And he zeroes in on me, clasps my hand and my waist and we begin to sway to the music, all the while gazing into each other’s eyes. It is so unbelievably erotic!!!
I wake up suddenly. Wow!! Did that just happen??? I’m dreaming about Mr. Office?? This is bad, very bad.
At work the next day, I couldn’t bear to look him in the eye. I don’t usually dream, so when I do, I usually think on them and attach lots of crazy meaning to them. Because of this dream, I was already seeing us walking down the aisle and having six babies, a house in VI and 3 cars. There’s only one problem with that.. the man already has that. And it definitely aint with me. So what’s a girl to do??
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