Hello all, sorry I have not been reporting my daily grind in Lagos, Eko, the Realisation (I am trying to find a new name for Lagos, so you might be faced with numerous variations for a while). Having said this, I did say you will have to get along without me for a while, so you had to deal, try being me trying to get a life. Yeah!! Not easy I tell you!
Anyways, the topic of this scintillating episode of nigerorbust is….. Midnight calls, or should I say nightmareville. Now midnight calls have become the bane of my existence, if I did not know better, I would say that MTN decided to do this just to make my life a misery. What normal person with work the next day has time to call you at 1 am. In this case in point, it is one of my obviously jobless, friends who is having way too much fun with NYSC. I mention this because over the last few nights, I have been inundated with midnight calls. Ok so I know it is free to call during the early hours of the morning but give a girl a break, I have to wake up at 5.00am and I am not a happy bunny in the mornings anyway so why stress me out!
I will admit that I am slightly at fault in all of this, after all I could just put down the phone, or say get of my effing line, I need to sleep, but this is not easily done for two v important reasons.
1. When I have cut off the line in the past they call back, now I have even gone so far as to turn off my phone (I don’t do this normally because I fear that I might be attacked in my dreams and I will need a conduit to shout into) but the buggers call so many times that by the time I wake up, my log is full. Also not withstanding, it is those night I turn off my phone, that someone I have not spoken to in yonks calls
Okay so it is only one reason, but I think it is valid.
I’ve been having a night of it for the last few nights though, other than the midnight calls, my insomnia has started up again (like a cold that is determined to send me to the madhouse) I am up till all hours of the night trying to entertain myself. This is not as easy as it sounds. For one thing the DSTV box (cable for you Oyinbo sorts) is upstairs and the female half of the family member I am staying with is obsessed with Home Movies (Nigerian movies) and is not happy with anybody changing the channel from African Magic.
Don’t get me wrong, I am not against Nigerian Movies, but there is so much you can take of story lines that revolve around evil women, finding God in the depth of your wickedness, and olde worlde naija. So I am stuck with terrestrial television, most of which close at 12am and the rest are showing guess what ******home movies******* someone please shoot me.
Secondly, since I can’t watch television I’ve been forced to read my 15 times read books, and watch my 100 times watched DVD’s and listen to my 100000 times listened to songs again, and try to calm my mind. This is not helped by a new situation in my life, a man who I so do not want is after me. He seems to find the sight of me baggy shirts and shorts the spark to get his juices flowing. So imagine the amount of space I have left in my bed at the end of the night.
I hope you all have some advice for me about getting to sleep, because my pretty brown eyes are getting very puffy and I am set to run down the street naked from exhaustion during the day. Now I am writing this at just past 2am, I do not feel sleepy so you guys are enjoying the fruit of my insomnia, be v grateful.
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