For the love of indomie

Tv Presenter in the making / Ex birthday girl

Tv Journalist Extraordinaire / Ex birthday girl

Better late than never eh? still thursday.

It was 2009 and that time, it was the greatest year of my life.

I was writing WAEC which meant that graduation was around the corner, meaning for me jailbreak from the boarding school I attended.

Being that I was a boarder, I think it’s safe to say that there was scarcity of entertainment and having just finished an exam we were all drained and just wanted to have a rest. Well most people did but not me, I was in the mood for some pepper flavoured noodles, I had the ingredients for my creation, all I needed was a stove.

I had turned in my mini gas cooker immediately after my home management exam (😒 lucky me) so I had to borrow a stove from a colleague.

I had my ingredients, my stove and my pot. I was ready to get my Chef on, which I did in style as I was surrounded by my friends.

With the noodles almost done, I remembered that I had forgotten to get a plate and being the lazy lady I was (still am sometimes) I didn’t want to go back to my dorm to get it which in my defense was like 30 steps away from where I was (imagine all that walking) so I did what any sane woman would do, I asked my friend and she agreed to give me a plate if I gave her something in return. A kareoke rendition of “Boobie” by DJ Zeez.

Easy as peas I thought but then she wanted a full rendition and I didn’t know what so I went in search of “The Nengi” who was in tune with the current musical strata of the outside world and agreed to help.

We started off the song “omoge Manchester sha le wa United…” and on we went till we burst into the chorus, by this time others had joined us and it became a special number, this I’m guessing was what lured the matron to us as other students were enjoying a wednesday night of service in the chapel.

“Matron is coming, Matron is coming” that was all it took to end the choir rendition and send me into an outright panic, pushing me to put off the flames of the stove.

That has been number 3 in my list of dumb things to do for a while now. Everybody knows that putting off a stove meant sending out a certain smell and you can bet that once I put it off the smell of burnt wicker filled the room.

I was in awe of my stupidity as the matron walked in and took one look at us all but said nothing. She may as well have been on auto pilot as the pilot of her face (her nostril ) led her straight to my pot of noodles, hiding under the bed next to the stove.

At this moment I realised that I had messed up big time, because should matron decide to report this indiscretion of mine, it meant suspension from school and looks of disappointment from my dad and mum, I could almost hear  my dad asking me if I was sent to school to be a singing chef or that I should have told him cooking is what I wanted to do so he could set me up in a restaurant of my own.

So I prayed to God to help work a miracle.

Matron finally did something other than stare at us, she bent under the bed, picked up the stove and walked out without a word.

Shocked was the word of the minute as we all stood not knowing what to say.

I had just been discharged and acquitted of my crime and It felt good.

No disappointed looks from the parents and in celebration of this, I ate my noodles with relish!! And shared with NO ONE!!!

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Maybe Fairy tale : the official D.I.D

Hi guys, thank you so much for your patience with me as regards my break with the blog, but i’m back now and hopefully there won’t be any breaks for a while. 😉

Model of the Day: Simi Pam

Model of the Day: Simi Pam (D.I.D for the day)

D.I.D = Damsel in distress

I heard that every damsel needs a knight in shining armour, I guess they were right.

Typically I am not a light traveller but this day, I was particularly carrying a lot!

1 school bag

1 hand bag

2 carry on like bags

1 extra bag(ish) and they were all pretty heavy.

I was off to Newcastle and I was already dreading the change of trains to take me to kings cross for my journey up north.

I had so much and it was all I could do not to scream, I decided to stay positive as me cursing out my bags was going to make no difference to the carrying of the load but my brooding thoughts continued and only the sound of the stopping train brought me back to reality and then the voice on the speaker goes “while leaving the train, please make sure to take all your belongings with you” I was irritated so say the least but positive attitude was my mantra.

So I finally found a way to heave all the bags unto my being and just as I’m walking out, I get hooked my a small pole and one bag falls, at this point I’m thinking to myself “Really Universe?? this how you treat a wonderful person like me?” and I burst out laughing at the ridiculousness of it all

As all of this is happening, I notice someone moving from outside the train towards me

“Do you need help with your bags?”  He’s African but not West African, he’s probably from Zimbabwe or one of those east African countries is the first thing that pops into my mind and I don’t know why.  I pretended to think about the offer but I was just being a typical girl and in any case who was I kidding? I needed the help badly, so I let him have a bag,actually two :).

Lucky me, we were going the same direction almost, turns out he’s Zambian so I wasn’t so far off (patting my shoulder for an African well spotted) anyways as we approached my stop, this gentleman offers to  get off with me so he can carry my bags to the station itself and now I’m flustered not knowing what to make of this development and so I agree because it was the smart thing to do in my position but he didn’t stop there no…after engaging me in some light conversation he found out I was going to wait an hour for my train to Newcastle and so he goes

“do you mind if I keep you company while you wait for your train?” of course I try to dissuade him just to see how much he wants to spend time with me 😉 I assume it’s a girly thing anyways it turns out he really wants to chat with me as we talk for about an hour till my train is called but I did find out that we had basically been missing each other and probably should have met months ago.

Hey did I mention he was on his way back from the gym? (Hunk Alert!!)  So said hunk still carries my bags to the point where he can’t cross because he hasn’t got a ticket and after saying thank you, it doesn’t feel enough so I lean in and give him a kiss on his cheek as it seemed the Lady-like thing to do and then I walked away feeling on top of the world as I had just  confirmed that chivalry is not dead and there are still a few gentlemen left in the world.

yaaay us Ladies.