Osogbo 2013

It's funny how everyone's pants are hitched. Lol. I just tuck the ends of mine into my socks to save me from looking ridiculous. However, the pants are a hot mess. There can't be any fabric cheaper than the NYSC's khakis. My pants have a tear in the crotch area and my pockets bottom stitches are almost fully out so if I put anything in there, it's most probable that I won't find it when I reach my destination. That's a habit I'm trying to break when I wear those pants.

I got an apartment but it's not anywhere close to what I described in my previous post. Ofcourse I was aware that my father would have to build me that house (the same kind I described in my last post) if I wanted it in Osogbo. Speaking of father, my parents were just phenomenal. They set me up proper. I feel like I should be more responsible because I'm actually an adult whether I like it or not. They took it upon themselves to ensure that I would not need anything and whatever I needed would be easy to reach and money can buy it. I'm very lucky. #thankful

What I got was a room with my own bathroom and toilet. It's got one of those washrooms I hate. You know those ones where your toilet and everything else gets wet when you have your shower because there is no bathtub or a shower stall? Yea. Those ones. I have a shower though. But I probably won't use it much because hot water doesn't dispense from it. I would have to boil water and mix it with cold water and 'baf' because it get pretty chilli in the mornings and nights in Osogbo but I love it. The kitchen, I'm sharing with 2 other ladies and I really dreaded the idea of sharing any living spaces but I had no choice man. The whole house is not bad actually. It's clean and fairly new and the ladies in the building are very friendly and most of all, they mind their own businesses. The downside to this place is that you can hear everything your neighbours say or do & vice versa. The landlord did not think about putting bricks between the units for proper demarcation or perhaps it was more important for him to save as much as possible. The amazing part of this town is that there is always power. PHCN in this part of the country is not such a bitch.

The sad thing was, I had to send Jagger home. This place is not ideal for him. The ladies actually didn't mind having him around but he slept by the door on our first night, all night, wanting to go outside at odd times. I imagine he was thinking "mommy, we couldn't possibly be staying in this box all night, could we? (however, everyone who has been in here so far have uttered that the room was pretty big.)" I believe he felt that way because normally, at home, we would leave our room and go to mom or dad's room, then downstairs, then out to the compound and what not and now it's like wtf? Also, there are many things on the floors for him to eat and the last thing I need in Osogbo is a sick puppy. By the way. He is six months today. Anyways, I will miss him dearly and I can't wait to see him.

I resume at my PPA(refer to previous posts for the meaning of this acronym) on Monday and I can't wait because I need something to do. I hate being idle. I have had amala like 2 days in a row now. I just can't get enuff :D

P.S: I still haven't found my crush. I didn't see him on the both days I went to the LG (refer to previous posts for the meaning of this acronym).

~kdamsel~