My good people of naija…..wait, I actually
have readers from the Americas and Europe (I no do am o, na Baba Godey)
Its amazing how I always thought
that writing was so easy and so……easy and so………….easy, well yea, u get my
sarcasm, I’ve not being able to write and it has been quite………ahhh, I missed
you guys joor.
Sweeties, Industrial training is
over and…..my, are there stories to tell………I might even start a series,
‘adventures of the good naija gurl’ or something.
On the academic side I never knew
how uninformed I was…..thank God for I.T oh, did you know how powerful pressure
can be? Did you know also that on an offshore rig, in the late afternoons, it’s
a usual sight to spot shark circles? Did you also know that offshore there’s
absolutely no network coverage, like nada……..forget all that ‘NTM’ adverts, service
no dey everywhere oh, did you also know that………oh sorry, I know that’s not what
you expected to read abi……
Now to the side you want to hear,
hmmn, look at their eyes and ears…… For starters, port-harcourt men are ………I don’t
even know the word to use for them, do they think ‘marriage’ is every girls’
magic word? They were just annoying at a point, there was E, D, F, Er, B………no
no no, they bugged my life……might really start a series you know. For this post
let me drop one.
I’ve always hated players, like
really hated them…….o.k, actually I always had serious crushes on them and it
was just heart breaking when I knew they were players……you know………
Well, that was lil naïve me, grown
and wiser me……I aint gat time falling for players………ahhha, who am I kidding?
Sha, you see now, the tables have turned and……….I hate to say it, but, I’m the
player now!!!
But before you kill me, I’m a good
one, like the ‘good player’, like the girl, sent by karma to play the
players……… c’mon don’t look at me like that, y’all believed Robin Hood was a
‘good thief’ and that harry potter and friends were ‘good wizards’, so till
then, I’m a good player shikena! But seriously I’m a good player (ok I’ve
hammered that enough), I’m sure some of y’all who know me personally will laugh
your heads off at me calling myself a player.
In telling my story, I will change
stuff, like names, location and stuff, but the story is real sha.
You know I left my first placement
for a new one, remember when I had to tell that ridiculous lie, well, I moved
and the new place and it was sooooo much fun, new people, much to learn, all
the training and experience, oh yea and all the attention, yea, I was the only
female in the department!.......yesso, so you can imagine the fun and favours I
got, well, In the beginning, I was the shy but hard-working fair gal, then, I
started showing the fun side of moi, and phone numbers were exchanged and I got
to find out that a good number of my collegues also stayed around me, so I had
couple of free rides, arrive at work with Mr Wa, went for lunch with Mr Zo and
back home with Mr Bia……….wait oh, when I say fun side, I don’t mean what y’all
are thinking oh……..and I don’t know what y’all think I’m thinking you are
thinking………..(confused face), it just feels like you are thinking up things that
never happened joor!
While all these happened, I had
someone on my mind, my special one, so I wasn’t at all interested sha, so somewhere
along the line, I met J, everyone at
work warned me about him, but like I said, I always found myself attracted to
men with ‘player’ in their social “CV”, and he also stayed close by, so we
became friends, and contrary to what people told me, he was a nice guy……duh, they all are at first, but anyways,
before I could say hey, I.T was over and I had to go, and boy was I glad, cos
he was really interested, but me, I could see right through him, he wanted to
use me, but……karma, she’s good
…………………..to be continued
Yours……..ever commited,
A.D
