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Maxine was folding and packing some clothes into a small travelling bag. She was doing it with quite a lot of vexation. Emerald, her ‘bunkie’, asked for Maxine’s gold pearl earrings which she always wore with her own brown mini gown.

The request made Maxine snap, “Isn’t it about time you bought yours?”

Now, Maxine has never really been your average cuddly and mushy kinda girl but something was obviously wrong.

“You are going away for the weekend.” It wasn’t a question. Emerald’s voice was laced with so much pity.

I have never been able to understand how Maxine and Emerald could possibly have a connection that runs deep but they do. You see, Maxine is a rich kid with parents who are constantly fighting, arguing or insulting each other. They obviously love her to bits because she never goes without but still, she is affected by the lack of love between her parents.

Emerald on the other hand has parents who love each other and make sacrifices but constantly have to struggle to make ends meet. You might say my roommates became such close friends because they find what they long for in each other’s family.

With a lot of plea in her eyes, Maxine asked, “Go with me?”

Emerald graciously declined because she had a date with her recent and rather rich catch. Actually though, I know the real reason she refused was that she was beginning to tire of Maxine’s family drama, regardless of all the luxury she enjoys.

Emerald was beginning to realise that the home she has is golden, even if she has to borrow jewellery and shoes every now and then.

“I’ll walk you to the gate?!”

“You really don’t have to but thanks for offering”

It was sad really, watching Maxine struggle just because she has to go spend the weekend with her parents. She zipped up her bag with so much exaggerated effort and headed for the door. My heart went out to her as she walked off with slumped shoulders as if she had a 50kg cement bag on each one. I watched her as she headed home….

EvonPink Quotes:

“We can be more than what the world perceives of us but we can never be more than what we perceive of ourselves because that is where our efforts end.” 

"Life is a bed of roses with a sprinkle of thorns around them. You may prick your hand and may need a plaster, but whatever you do, be sure to get a rose!"

"The literary device I am most impassioned about is 'sarcasm. Matter of fact it should be an ART on its own as it takes creativity and intelligence to use it appropriately and effectively."

"Only you can make the change you want to see in your life happen."

"Our capabilities are limitless but it takes a person with a truly broad, bold, open, intellectual and imaginative mind to use even half of those capabilities. It's up to you..."

"In life, hope and strive for the best and even if you don't get 100%, what you get will be close enough."

STRENGTH

I am a woman,
Of that I am proud.
They say I am of the weaker sex,
It really is no bother.
I may not lift heavy weights,
I may not have muscled arms,
I may not run long races,
I may not jump over high walls. Still,
They are wrong!
I have strength:
Strength to give all of myself
And when I have been trampled upon,
Strength to rise and start over.
I am resilient.
I am intelligent. Though
I may subject myself to the whims of he who has not fully discovered himself. Yet,
I have self-respect which will not be subjected to your caprices.
I have dreams, hopes and aspirations which will not be dashed nor toyed with by your gross selfishness.
I have self-worth which no waste of time, emotion and effort can devalue.
I am the fullness of strength unknown to man.
I am one thing God created that cannot be debased.
I am a woman!
Of that,
I am proud.

I’M A RECLUSE…………SUE ME!

I am a chronic recluse and I have been officially given a prescription, after careful observation, of a hang-out with the opposite sex (I see you rolling your eyes oh!).

I know some of you find it hard to believe I’m a recluse, that’s not a problem really; all you have to do is try, if you can, to remember the last time I hung out with you. Now, my hang-outs, no matter how far in-between, are always memorable so if you are still trying to remember, the answer is probably never. Still don’t think it’s chronic???

Anyways, I’m too bloody picky for my own good so let’s just toss the opposite sex hang-out out the window, for now.( We may have to go get it back later…

Now, the stupid versions of me still wait around for no-guy to pick up their bills whenever they want a treat. I am not an all-over-the-place babe so no need fooling myself.

Last Friday right, I walked into an eatery to get myself ‘treats’ for a late Friday movie (what can a girl like me do na???). Nyways, on my way in, I had seen some really pleasant looking guys but no one walked up to me.

As I moved closer to the counter, an old neighbour popped out of nowhere and was saying how tickled he was to see me (Bla! Bla!! Bla!!!). I remained polite and walked towards the counter, thinking he would come along. For where! The guy just disappeared into thin air (no surprise there anyway, the guy broke gaan!)

I got my order and made my way past the doorman who greeted me a little too much (unfortunately, I don pocket the change already. No show!)

“Psssssssssssssssssssss!” a cat called.

I glanced backwards for a mono-second and realised one of the pleasant looking guys had called. I simply ignored him and kept walking towards the herd of bike men near the gate.

Why didn’t I answer?

No. 1: he really could have called me before I went in to buy stuff but he didn’t (my honest truth, I wouldn’t have asked him to pay my bill if he had). This means he is most likely cheap. No thanks!

No. 2: he cat-called?! The guy obviously has no respect for ladies cos I’m sure I didn’t look anything less.

Never mind, another reclusive Friday night awaited me and………I WASED GONNA LOVE YIT! (……and you can roll ya yiz all ya want, I don kia!)s

TOO MUCH LIGHT!

I know most of the people I’m friends with are usually sensitive enough not to brooch the issue of my skin colour but common, it’s there right?? That does not mean I’m authorizing you to gather together to clap and chant ‘oyinbo pepper, if you eaty pepper’ for me oh! #justsaying.

Now tell me if this is normal…..

I’ll deviate a bit somewhat. Whenever, I’m chilling with my brother, I feel like I’m just chilling with a separated part of me. I suppose that is what being a sibling is all about.

However, for the life of me, I just can’t stand being in the same room with another whitey. Just yesterday, I had walked into a film shop and was making enquiries when a ‘kindred brother’ walked in. I made attempts to go on with my enquiries but the moment he said hello, I ran out of there while the shop attendant was still in mid sentence.

It just seemed to be too much to handle.  Next thing you know, I’m starting a ‘clique for goldies’. Perhaps we should find a settlement somewhere in Ogun state??? We’ll call it the fraternity of light……yuck!

My point is, if we were both dark –skinned, we wouldn’t care and caring in this circumstance seems a bit weird yeah?? Like most will say, I’m a straight arrow!