I’m sitting on a salon chair about to steam my hair for 3,000 Naira, something I never did when I was in Nottingham. Heck, I don’t think I ever went to a proper salon while I was there. I washed my weaves on my head myself, straightened, blow dried and I think I even relaxed it myself or asked a friend to (that was before I decided I wanted to go au naturel. A decision that didn’t last for more than 4/5 months (lol). The hair was too hard abeg). Now I go to the salon for the smallest of things. All of a sudden I can’t take my weaves out myself again. I can’t take my nail polish off my toes and re-paint myself, I can’t even wash my natural hair myself. It all just looks like too much work. I’ve found myself with the terrible mentality of my money can handle all things.
I have a cleaning lady who comes whenever I beckon. I have a “washer-man” who does a fantastic job with my clothes and is also VERY well behaved and dare I say godly? He’s not one of those dodgy ones that don’t pick calls when clothes aren’t ready. He’ll pick my call, apologise profusely and give a sensible, believable reason why my clothes aren’t ready for pick up. He’s a good person. I’ll recommend him all day everyday if need be.
Back to my money issue, I haven’t cooked in ages. Once I have a healthy, life-sustaining lunch at work, I find myself uninterested in food when I get home in the evening. Last last, I’ll stop over at one of the tens of eateries on my way home or do suya, asun, shawarma or any of those ijekujes which are reasonably priced. At weekends, I find myself waking up late and drinking Ribena with my Crackers or TUC while I watch a movie, “browse” or read a novel or mag. If I get too hungry or a friend says s/he’s coming over I simply order something from somewhere.
I’ve never attempted to wash my car myself, contrary to my friend who moved back from the States. Saturday morning and she’s in her bum shorts and tank top climbing her car, with music blasting from it, washing and wiping like she was born to do just that. I on the other hand have a very faithful boy at work who makes my car sparkle (inside out) for just N400 *insert huge grin*.
*Insert straight face* I’m beginning to think I’m part of the Nigerian problem. Just like several people I see around me, I’ve seen money as a means of escape from work and responsibility. How did I get here?
Truth be told I’ve seen my 1,000 or 500 Naira silence people who should be talking. I’m usually on the right side of the law so I’m not talking giving bribes to police men or any other law official. Mba but this one too has it’s own comma in a way. Classic example:
“Aunty you can’t park here, it’s for customers”- security guard
“Please now, the staff car park for this your branch is too far and I’m working from this branch today. Oga please” then I say the magic words, “Don’t worry, I will “see” you”.
Does that count as bribe? My one car parked there for just one day won’t affect customers now…
I’m part of the problem right?
No cooking, no cleaning, no washing, no all of the things I used to gladly do for a year and a half and even before and shortly after. I used to cook correct soup for my ex o. Chai. Toinlicious, it is NOT about cooking and cleaning, trust me.
I need to get my skewed mentality back on track…
Wussup with Mo’nique’s weight loss? I didn’t even know how to feel when I read about it and saw her pictures. I like seeing people take charge of their lives and all but didn’t she constantly encourage phat girls to embrace themselves and not see anything wrong with how they looked? Does this mean that she was secretly unhappy with herself and was just putting up a front? … Maybe she got a result of a medical test and her doctor warned her about her weight or something. I’ve learned from this. In life, do you! Your role model or mentor may become something/someone else tomorrow. Make sure you have a solid reason for doing whatever you decide to do. Don’t do stuff because someone else is doing it and/or encouraging you to do it.
Here’s hoping we all have a beautiful week.
Before y’all leave I’d like you to put your left hand on your right shoulder and your right hand on your left shoulder. Now squeeeeze. That’s me giving you a hug *wink*.