My bottle of water smells like rotten egg. I opened it up about an hour ago and left it sitting on my desk for like another half hour. Now I put it to my lips and I feel like gagging. I mean, I don’t understand what happened to it, but I don’t want to know. Can’t drink it anymore though, and I am trying to find a biological explanation for this. I left it sitting on the table without the cap on for a half hour. Did some kind of air borne bacteria settle on it? I can’t figure that one out. I’ll probably carry out some kind of experiment in the next few days. I’ll leave an open bottle of water out in the lab and see what happens in four days…..Any way’s I am at work right now and the heat isn’t working for some reason, my hands are freezing and I have my jacket on.

The temperature suddenly dropped in New York today, after a whooping 56 degrees yesterday. They say its spring…SPRING GBAKWA OKU! I just pity the patients who have to deal with the drop in temperature with no heat.

Guys, I recently met someone oh! And no he isn’t Nigerian and I am not saying were he is from, and I will probably switch to Pidgin English in a few seconds, because I don’t think I want him stumbling on this article. As you can all see, I have my real name and picture on here. I am seriously considering taking it down, but I have a totally explanatory direction I am taking. 

I feel say una don shine ya eye see that movie wey dem call how one woman collect im groove after how many years. Well I am not exactly in the same boat as she was, I am still in my early twenties and being a single chick in New York pesin eye dey see some kin tins. Three days ago I had an appointment in Manhattan and I started a really insightful conversation with this dude. He is pretty intelligent and I absolutely loved talking to him. We talked for like an hour while I waited to be called in for my appointment. At the end oh we exchanged number, and im sef come call me the very next day. I go lie if I say I no gbadu am small, but I take style gbadu am sha. The guy fine well well oh and I come believe say something dey there.

There’s definitely something there though, a whole lot actually. He seems….well he is intelligent and that’s a big issue for me when it comes to interacting with people. It’s all about the brain…..and if you don’t have anything up there and you can’t carry a good conversation, then that’s a huge NO NO!

We were on the phone for 3hrs and we have so much in common it’s ridiculous. Needless to say I was looking forward to seeing him again…..My people, e come reach the time when e come ask me for ma age, I take style commot one number, e come tell me im own age oh….ahhhh…I old pass am oh…..and you know wetin funny, the bobo no mind oh. I believe say culture pass culture. I come make mental note oh….I decide say this interaction must to finish oh….e no favor me oh, I get some kin principles.

Truth be told principle has nothing to do with it. I don’t see myself going down that road, I mean it’s a number but it’s a “tufiakwa” for me. There’s a problem though…I can’t get myself to stop talking with him… im dey call me all the time, im dey too sweet, a gentle man. To cut long tori, im no dey like emeka and chidi…..ehe, make una attack me, all you niger people that are ready to put words in my mouth and attack people for no reason. It is freedom of speech and expression, allow us. You can make your comments nicely; you do not have to resort to insults.     

Speaking of attacks oh, I published an article last week titled, “I DON’T EXPECT YOU TO UNDERSTAND MY PAIN! I DON’T REALLY CARE IF YOU DON’T”

It was an article dedicated to my uncle who’s sick at the hospital and I was grieving terribly. Not just for him but for friends and relations whom I had lost to health problems in the past. I mean, I was talking about my desire to contribute a better health care system in my country Nigeria, and I was promptly attacked by “Luciano”, (if that’s the person’s real name). Luciano attacked me and insulted me oh, I fell off my chair…but no worries sha, enough respect Luciano. That was totally uncool and unnecessary though; just saying. I don’t think Luciano read my article at all. I was talking about my uncle being sick, how I didn’t want him to die, and Luciano immediately accused me of attacking my country (I took it personally, because I love my country, I adore Nigeria), and he went on to say something derogatory. He had absolutely no respect for my Uncle or my personal life. I respect everyone who reads articles on here; I love you all, but please show the writers the same respect. You can give your own opinions in a respectful and mature manner. You can agree to disagree, that’s okay. Please if you do not understand the article or you did not read it from the beginning to the end, do us a favor and do not make any unnecessary comments!

I just had to let that out, I am really blunt and I don’t keep anything inside if it affects me in anyway.  I have read articles on here, I might not speak on the same issues, analyze the issues Nigeria has, but I have a lot of knowledge and I have my own voice people.  But I do have something for you all; why don’t we all stop bitching about what’s wrong with Nigeria and ask ourselves: WETIN I FIT DO FOR MY COUNTRY? Just saying! 

I just took a whiff of my bottled water again….whew, it smells horrible…I think I am going to gag……I have to run into the bathroom.

PS: I know I am going to really hear it now, but keep it coming people, it adds a whole lot more to my life. I live for it….lol…