My Dour Week

I’m having a rather unpleasant week…the fates seem to be working against me.

First of all I unknowingly insulted a friend of mine whom I hold so dear to my heart and while I want to blame him for all the emotional turmoil in my life, I really cannot because I believe in taking responsibility for all my actions – good or bad. Now he wont even be friends with me and I know it’s best for both of us at the moment but I miss him already. That sent me into the blues and since this incident happened, I’ve kinda shut out everyone for now…yep that’s how I usually handle stuff. I have sought all the advice I need from friends but right now I’ve got to deal with this my own way…whatever that means!

Then I go to the hospital to be checked and it turns out I have to be x-rayed. After waiting for hours on end, when NEPA brought light (they couldn’t even do a frigging x-ray for reasons best known to them because there was no light) I was told to loosen my braids because it is a head  x-ray and guess what! after spending so much money on braiding my hair which is less than two weeks, I have to loosen it. Guys may not understand why I’m freaking out but my fellow chicks will understand….that’s approximately 5k going to waste but what the hell! Health first right? So after paying for the x-ray I had to go straight to the salon to loosen the braids, of course I paid for that also. The lady @ d salon was surprised and I just kept looking at her all in a bid to hold the tears back. Yes it is painful and to think that I had to plan this particular hair- do coupled with the fact that I hate going to salons and hate people touching my hair that is if it ain’t fingers running through my hair. So I go back to the hospital the next day  and I wait for hours and hours again before I was attended to. Then we wonder why Nigerians do not like going to general, military or teaching hospitals… they suck big time. Even in hospitals, you have to know someone and then we wonder why we are given a bad name globally which i choose to call the "Nigerian Factor". So I go back to the hospital the next day  and I wait for hours and hours before I was attended to.

Then after travelling, paying consultation and hospital fees, I’m totally broke and this is me hoping to go see “The T monologues” @ Terra Culture on Sunday. Apart from my not having funds for that, I’m going to have to think of what to do to my hair again which by the way, is gonna cost me. “The Figurine” is premiering on Independence Day but I guess seeing that movie will have to be postponed till further notice. Is this a cry for help or what? The silver lining in my otherwise dark cloud is I do not miss work. Then again, I’m supposed to resume next week and naturally I’m not looking forward to it because damn it! Waking at 5a.m everyday is not something anyone particularly likes, and then the endless traffic on 3^rd mainland bridge.