PIN CUSHION MEETS OBJ ... AND... T.A.G.G.E.D

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- Gerard Butler, p.s. i love you.

This tagging thing is work o!

…here are the rules:…
1. …link the person who tagged you…
2. …mention the rules in your blog...
3. …tell about 6 unspectacular quirks of yours…
4. …tag 6 following bloggers by linking them…
5. …leave a comment on each of the tagged blogger’s blogs letting them know they’ve been tagged…


Here goes…

I am a very quirky person! I’ve got a gazillion quirks, infact I have found at least one quirk in common with all the tagged bloggers I’ve visited! So my first quirk is that I am probably the quirkiest person I know, I’m weird like that…lol

I was born with my eyes wide open! I already wrote about that in an earlier post “Because Mama Said so”. According to my parents, as at 25 years ago, babies didn’t open their eyes until days or even weeks after birth, so I gave my parents a pretty good scare…lol

I hate making decisions! Also already wrote about that in “Decisions = Incisions”. Decision making for me is a huge task and I always “unmake” up my mind right after deciding on something. I think this is a direct result of my next quirk.

I am always thinking! I think non-stop at all times except when I’m sleeping. There’s always a conversation going on in my head per time, or a thought I want to write down or something I should have said to someone or I plan to say etc.

My “extremities” (if they can be called that), are small! By extremities, I mean my feet (size 4 ½), hands, nose, and ears (white pple particularly are amazed at the size of my ears…lol).

I can’t masturbate! It’s an activity I find very disconcerting, (this has nothing to with religion, although I’ve heard it labelled “sin” in church).

I read everywhere, toilet, while eating etc, I always have a book with me.

Finally, I get easily bored! (With people especially guys, jobs etc). It’s a crazy thing, but it’s true. That makes 8 quirks (sorry, I don’t do well with rules either…lol)



Phew! Glad that’s done, and seeing that almost everyone’s been tagged, I hereby tag all untagged bloggers.

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On workers’ day, I went for my friend’s engagement party wearing one really nice African print dress my tailor just made for me. The engagement started late so I left at 4pm for the Ikoyi boat club where I had oodles of fun!
I was with a beautiful family (my mentor’s). The kids are amazing! We left the boat club for a slow cruise on the incredibly calm water and I got to steer the boat!

It was a truly beautiful day, even the elements co-operated. The sky was at its bluest, you know that type of weather you get when it looks like rain but it never actually pours? There’s the cool breeze and the not-blazing-as-usual sun, everything just worked together to make the day nice. We had Moet and goat pepper soup (for the adults) on the boat, chicken, chips and juice for the kids and cruised for a couple of hours up and down the Lagos coastline. It was über-relaxing and fun!

Then Saturday…

Had to go over early to my friend’s cuz I was on her train, (with the rate at which I’m going, I’ll probably have 27 dresses at the end of the year lol… is it true that one shouldn’t be a bridesmaid more than thrice in a lifetime?).

Anyway, the wedding service started at 2pm, but because there was just one make-up artist for 7 bridesmaids, we got to church 30mins late (the bride got there in time though), and because I especially entered last along with another chic, we both got to sit apart from the other maids.

If u have been to Methodist churches, u will know that their chairs have these co-joined sort-of table where bibles are placed (or where one can place one’s head to sleep if u will…lol), and that it is therefore difficult to move out of one’s seat. Anyway, during the rest of the service, guess who came in? OBJ (the bride’s father is a politician who worked with OBJ at some point). The silly guys he calls SS wanted to take him past the very front of the church where the couple was seated just to get him a seat! So the old guy refuses and sits on the closest chair, which was of course mine!

That was alright except for the whole paparazzi thing. The girl beside me just ignored the SS guys who tried to get us to move to another chair, they even got the other bridesmaids to move back one row of seats! OBJ then said it was alright, that they should leave us alone.

The highlight of this story is that on our way out of the church (the couple and the train always leave first before other people abi), I and the other babe now either had to walk past OBJ on our right or past seven members of the groom’s family on our left. We decided to go the OBJ way (which was clearly the least clumsy) and his SS guys almost went epileptic…lol, so the other girl went first (the babe no even send …lol), and I followed, and Baba Iyabo, being the gentleman that he is *eyes rolling* decided to support my pin cushion with one hand to help my exit, gasp!

Everybody behind us noticed! You can’t imagine how much fun was made of me that day…lol. I was being fancied by an octogenarian (even though the old guy was only trying to be nice…lol).

That's how Pin Cushion met OBJ.

p.s. this is a 3-in-1 post in one so bear with me.