Phew
February is in a haste to hand over to March. Tell me how we’re in the middle of the month already! It feels like yesterday that we were ushered into 2024 –– and a lot has happened already.
I don’t want to talk about how we lost at the AFCON finals (the only match I watched during the tournament) I stopped watching Nigeria play a long time ago. I wasn’t willing to deal with getting my hopes high and then getting my heart broken into several tiny pieces (someone said now she knows why most Nigerian men are angry)
Long story short, I watched the AFCON finals between the host nation Cote d’Ivoire and Nigeria with my neighbours (how do I explain that I still refer to my former neighbour as my next door neighbour even though he now lives three streets away from mine?)
There was pizza and chilled wine in the hopes of celebrating the win. Then the game started. This couldn’t have been the level of play that got us to the final. Then everything began to go wrong; from the partial referee to the Ivorians falling like boneless chickens at the slightest opportunity to Nigerian players not knowing what to do with the ball when they managed to gain ball possession. I resorted to blackmailing God emotionally, I’m sure I wasn’t the only one on this table.
God of Nigeria, please do this for us. Even if this is the only thing working in the country.
Oh God, this country is in mourning. We lost Herbert Wigwe, his wife, and his son. We can’t afford to lose this too.
God of Nigeria, we’ve been taunted as the generator republic, please let’s win this cup to shut their mouths.
My neighbour Segun got upset and because we were in our feelings, we saw him as an unbeliever. Anyway, we resigned to fate as the game progressed after the equaliser and then the second goal (by Haller, the fine man that caught my eyes as soon as he appeared on the TV screen) which led to Cote d’Ivoire clinching the AFCON Cup we Nigerians unilaterally agree that is ugly. We still won something, 2nd place, the silver medal. I had my share of pizza and wine. I am officially done with Nigeria’s matches!
Valentine’s Day Memoir
It’s no longer news that relationship/married people look for the slightest opportunity to taunt the single pringles. I remember the lyrics from Johnny Drill’s song – You’re Just Single which sounds like a subtle shade.
You’re just single, it’s not a crime
You didn’t kill nobody, didn’t take a life
You’re only single, and that’s fine
It’s not your fault you’re
Alone on Valentine.
I thought by avoiding Instagram, and X, and not viewing status updates on WhatsApp, I wouldn’t feel the pressure of yet another Valentine’s Day alone but my colleagues at work had other plans –– both the married, should-have-been married and the ones going with the flow.
Gift boxes, chocolates and cakes began to appear from different directions as if it was a competition. Can we be professional and not mix love with work? Mba.
I didn’t receive any Valentine’s Day gift. Of course I wasn’t expecting any at work and for some reasons my colleagues had high expectations and kept asking when my package would show up.
God no go shame us. I was pleasantly surprised and had awwwnnnn moments for myself when one of my bosses popularly called the Jagaban got all the ladies in my department a personalised Valentine’s Day gift. I had completely forgotten to get something for myself. I was more interested in nursing myself back to good health. It was a long day at work, thankfully it ended with watching REDTV’s When Are We Getting Married Season 2 premiere – with a chilled bottle of coke and popcorn.
But wait. What manner of consistency is this? Even blankets get to be folded.
I soliloquised while I listened to Beautiful – Guilio Cerato on Spotify. Lying on my bed after a warm shower despite the heat because I strangely still have slight chills at night– a symptom of malaria that the injections and oral malaria medication should have alleviated by now.
Cupid whispers I’ve shot my arrows at you countless times. You even had some dates but you chose to do you –decline. I’m giving you another chance as Cupid’s Mouthpiece. Go spread the gospel of love.
They say coaches don’t play. Dear Cupid permit me this time to play. Spray your arrows and watch me dive for them this time.
So if you catch me smiling to myself, blushing while I’m on the phone, or singing along to a love song, I may just have caught the love bug –finally.
20 comments On My Valentine’s Day Diary
2 heartbreaks in one 😂😂. AFCON and valentine. Sorry my dear. We are together
I don’t want😂😂😂
Mr. O?
Hmmmmmm
To think we watched the football game together and neither of us still got any package from a colleague 😂😂
Lori oro singleness, Baba e gbà opè wà
Pele😂😂😂😂
Beautifully written. I was alone on Valentine’s as well
The kind of consistency I don’t want again😂
Good decision by management to not allow valentine gift into the office. It’s distracting for work and nonsense!
Hahahahahaha
I hope we won’t swallow our words next Valentine’s Day😂
Hmmmmmm……. My husband practically didn’t send the day….. I have been the one making effort getting gifts.
I thought he would do something for me this year, but it ended in pain 😔
I had to go out myself the next day and gave me a nice treat 😁
I’m glad you enjoyed yourself regardless 🤗🤗🤗
My dear I watched the match at home and nearly fainted 😂😂😂😂 valentine 💘 pressure everywhere God go do our own 😂😂😂😂😂😂 people making love ❤️ sweet
I started pacing in the last ten minutes of the game🤣🤣🤣
Please don’t get me upset here. I may wake up tomorrow to see your loved up pictures in Bali🙄
Your boss is a kind man and did well at least you got a gift! By God’s grace next year, this “socio medium” will not contain us cos the level of peppering I’ll be doing ehn!!!
Yes. God bless him.
I’m with you on this🤣🤣
The AFCON finals almost ruined the valentine vibes
But thank God na we dey here
I trust you🥳
I thought my first single valentine’s day was going to be straightforward and cool, but I was in my feelings almost all day. I thought about so much, then I came to the conclusion that I was far from being healed and I need to take my time to do so.
The AFCON final hurt, but I know our boys did their best.
Hopefully next two years I’d have two wins to smile about.
I absolutely loved this Nelly🤍🙂
Awwwh Somto🤗🤗🤗
Give yourself time to heal. I’m rooting for you🥳🫶🏽