The Things You Hear Behind the Blasting Speakers At PIBZ

You only hear weird comments in clubs. Weird phrases like the following.

“I think your nose just touched my eye.”

And

“I can feel the beat in my anus.”

And

“I think I’m going to grind my cousin.”

The first one happened when I was trying to talk to my friend’s boyfriend. Because of the more 

than loud speakers banging behind us, he had to lean in closer so he could hear me. As he did, the tip of his almost perfectly chiseled nose tip brushed the white of my right eye. And yeah F, I know you are reading this and yeaaap your bf has a decently cool nose :D

Of course it was weird. But it just made me laugh because I normally don’t get noses in my eye.

The second one happened near the corner. There were about three speakers all faced in our direction, and I promise you I could feel the beat in my anus. It was like, ‘dum, dum, du-dum,’ hahah.

It was really funny.

The third one. Is. Even. More. dramatic. I’m saying ‘is’ cause it still is. She not only grinded him; There was a little bit more to it than juust grinding.

J love my friends. Like sosai sosai. 

Streams

Only in my best interest? I cannot believe you did this to me. If you really were my friend you would have known I hate surprises.

How the fuck do I summarize points?

This is not really what I want. I promise you.

Stand there and look stupid?

I hate you. Why did we ever get introduced?

I guess I’ll keep my thoughts to myself.

Apparently over here when you find someone good looking it means you like him.

Ugh.

^ this is a major example of stream of consciousness.

I swear to you this governmental bullshit that I’ve got spread in front of me is not in any way related to media in Africa.

How do I tell you no. and you too. And you too… NO no NO NO NO NO.

 Poverty, Gender, and Nigerian Media

Women usually represent over half of the population in most countries of the world. It is evident that women perform two thirds of the world’s work, earn ten percent of the world’s income and own less than 1% of the world’s property (McClintock 1996). In Nigeria, culture and religion are causes of why women are suffering in poverty and exclusion while men consume a larger share of resources.

Women are given little voice through Nigerian media and are demeaned in multiple ways. They are not key players in the media. Upon conducting research on 15 women who read newspapers,

Did you kiss?

Did you kiss?

No.

Did you?

No. we didn’t.

Did you kiss?

Yes and it was magnificent. Obviously wet cause I had tears falling all over my face  but I could not help but kiss him too as he held on to me so tight i was practically glued to his clothes. By the time he slowly let go of me I was not hurting inside anymore, and we were not leaning in one corner of the common room. We were in his room, on his bed and half undressed.

He promised!

He promised!

I get scared when people make promises or vows. Because as a pessimist, I know it’s not ever going to happen. But when it does… I kind of feel indebted to them.

Ask me why I am jealous again… I should not be. No tengo que ser celosa.

Failed to keep my thoughts to my self. Now I look like some psycho. I really thought we had things in common. I thought right.

I guess payback really is a bitch.

What is up with me and really?

I am jealous. I am so jealous it is hurting. Not ‘so jealous’ in an extremely disturbing way. I just mean so jealous in an ‘in three aspects kinda way’

Mi cara mi hombre y mi cerebro.

Grosse.

I know.

Stream of consciousness is fun.

But did you notice how a lot of them r negative?

I believe aroma therapies make me feel better.

See, it’s negative. Since when did a shower gel become a happiness emitter.

Maybe I should be like him. An optimist.

More negativity again. Said maybe.,

I like evanescence.

I can’t even call my mother and selfishly cry to her about how much I am hurting.

Because the service is dreadful.

And the tears are falling from my face.

No! I don’t want them to fall on the keys. I can’t have my laptop crash again. Not cause then I would shamefully have to call my dad and tell him the lappie survived only two weeks before it crashed yet again.

But because I don’t want to be reminded about how a device died because of tears caused by two boys, friends, and education.

Are they worth the tears?

Yes.

But not tears of an emotional self destructive persona like moi. Help?

I just realized I was crying without any underwear on.

It made me laugh, and subsided the tears.

I weep too much.

At least this semester I won’t be going back to school miserable and underfed. I’m eating.

Positive thoughts: I am going to keep to myself.

I just deleted ‘so fine- sean paul’ from my phone: which reminds me of those endless moments we shared together back in fall.

I deleted little things by good charlotte. Because it is a reminder that little things could get to me.

I deleted over killing only cause I only listen to three seconds of it before moving to the next song with a little bit of irritancy.

I wrote a two page essay in something like an hour last night. I am proud.

I’m going to look good today. Kind of figured what im going to wear. J

I love how I can print stuff from my dorm without needing squared pieces of paper and having to dress decently. 

Registration Day

I’m sitting in front of A&S. I am supposed to be flustered or patient. But I am neither. I feel like ripping my advisement form to shreds. But I need my advisor’s signature and pin before I can do that. I am jealous that optimism is the last thing on my mind (and so I have resorted to blogging) because patience is much needed from me right now.

I need a signature. Why is it always a signature. Why is it that someone’s scrawny or massive mumbo jumbo of lines and curves turn one’s life upside down? Who chose signatures to be a sign of approval anyway? Jeez. Did they not notice that it could lead to a form of torture.

‘sign! Or else’

‘no. you don’t deserve my signature and so you shall not get it.’

‘oh yeah.’

‘yeah’

Angry man (who is the victim in the moment…) grabs the oppressive man with their highly needed signature and cuts off four fingers. The thumb, index, middle and ring.

‘ready to sign with your pinky?’

He gets the signature of course (dunno how with the signature dude bleeding and screaming all over the place.) but he not only doesn’t become the victim anymore (bleeding dude is) but he becomes the hero.

Okay now that was fun. Just thinking that story up. Gruesome. But according to one of my friends who enjoys horrific things, ‘it is beautiful.’

So yes. Ive been writing and only a few minutes have passed.

Won’t blogging run my laptop battery down and then… prevent me from looking up classes when my advisor finally DOES show up…

Oh well. Just like the beautiful dude who finds weird scary nightmarish things beautiful, I’m going to be carefree :D I like the sandals I’m wearing,

Red lipstick really fits me. I don’t know why.

It could be my skin color orrr because I have amazingly curved lips.

Okay I’m lying. They are not amazingly curvy but they’re :D well I can’t have lips and tell… lol geddit? Lip and tell?

Whatever. Sooo the fed ex bike in front of my looks like all those ice cream people on the roads in abj.

Good business in yola. Considering the weather and working masses.

But then… wait… won’t the weather need me to spend more time refrigerating the box on the bike more than spend time outside selling.

Oh well.

That’s economics for you.

Which I don’t need to take because I’ve done other general social science courses like ANTHRO AND SOCIO!!!!!!!!  J I’m so happy because I suck with anything that isn’t theorized. Okay fine I guess there’s theory in eco. BUT IT’S ECO!!! Lol anywayyy . Which were utterly boring (socio and anthro) – don’t even ask me why I have taken those courses. Tis a long story.

I am hungry.

I love how reciting the qur’an makes me less tense and angry. Can’t believe I was about to write arrogant. Okay. I am not arrogant. And okay I kind of lied.

Last night I was arrogant in a silent, bitchy way.

This dude that was serving salad in the saddening cafeteria got to me. And I showed him good.

I like myself.

You can hurt me however you want but when I retaliate im sorry but the theory… no hypothesis, of me being bipolar would come true.

Plus the mood swings. There’s this dude (beautiful dude who finds weird things beautiful but that’s up to him because a cool friend of mine thinks I am not judgmental) that I really like (on one day) and then really really hate the next.

I think ill go check out the diff btw general science and humanities. 

AdS

I talked to Adnan today. You know, he is pretty much the only boy I can talk to and express my mushy(I mean really really mushy) emotions to. He sounded so mature and manly. It’s been basically more than a year and he’s oh so big. I think he’s sixteen. Seventeen?

Anyway, talking to him on the phone made me almost cry. He thought of me, got my number and rang me up. Who has a heart to do that nowadays? He was shaving while we were talking. Lol.

He is simply the cutest.

When he called I was like, who is speaking… and when he said Adnan I literally started mellow freaking out. Mellow because I was not on campus. I was at an elderly person’s home and it would have just been rude to have freaked out. Freaked out because well, that is just me.i really want to go back to congo. Meet up with them and club and have drinks and well, just have fun with them. 

Something Old Something New Something Borrowed and Something Blue

I knew that bracelet was meant for me the second I saw it. It’s silver, with blue balls (LOL NO NOT THAT ONE) made out of what I don’t know, and hearts J I wore it with my blue gown today. It eerily and unexpectedly matched. Every time I moved it jingled. It was cute.

Something Borrowed. My darling roommate hadiza lent me her box today. In it lies a colorful secret. I will return it by the beginning of next week.

It’s so weird how for a whole semester, I’d been smiling and giggling hi at this boy and never stopped to make conversation. Today, I know I owe two amazing friends of mine BIG TIME. He’s the newest thing in my life. Let’s just hope this continues.

Something Old. I knew he was the one from afar. Which is how it’s always been; regardless of the fact that I’m shortsighted. Regardless of the fact that my glasses lay neglected on my bed shelf. He told me hi. He called me Maya. I love that. I haven’t seen him in weeks. He’s walking perfectly well now. But his signature slanting strides of his will never ever fadefrom my myopia-disturbed slash adorable eyes. He might be old, but I feel the same thing I felt for him a year ago. I do not know if he feels the same way, but it doesn’t matter. Because even if I we never ever end up together, I know that It was with him, though brief and inexplicable, I experienced love.

trip note.

What do you do when you can not have the one you love? It's not like i did not try anything. i did. He did. we just... I guess it's not Allah's willing. I can't just leave this to both of us. If it really was meant to be then something would have happened. But something did. And that is sincerely the annoying part. We acted out. Slowly. Like the first moments of erosion. Fact: I have gotten over each and every person I ever had something to do with. But not him. That is why I am worried. simply cause i have a feeling that since there was something there once and it's not going, maybe it's him. Buuut i;ve pictured myself telling him: "It's you," but in a subtle kind of way. You know... genesis.
But then what? We get in a relationship and he breaks my heart? The rumours become true and turns out he actually is a player? Or maybe i become so obsessed with him that letting go of him would be harder than letting go now?
You never know unless you try. well trying isn't my thing! Do you know how rejection just brings me down down down down down?

I wrote near Kano. I wrote it on my phone, cause it was a substitute to pen and paper. i didn't have feelings for him then anymore, cause someone kind of stole my heart. but it occured to me that... the new guy didn't steal my heart the way he did. it took some time before i got in a relationship this summer. but with him, the man i really care about, he didn't even need to try. and sadly enough, i think i'm not over him. and it's been a year now. Maybe coming to aun was the worst idea ever emotionally as well. because i'm confused. how do you NOT get over a guy even after a year? we never even had a thing going on!! help.

. i woke up feeling scared this evening. it was all my fault, i have to admit. Sleeping after Asr prayer is so like me, but very unlike any Muslim. It's not good to sleep at that time of the day. When i was supposed to have my normal siesta, i was busy taking walks with my friends. Turns out, as usual, fun has a price. Well. I had a dream. Muktar T. was there. Ahmed Y. was there. it was a normal aun evening, and we were hanging out. When all of a sudden, chaos erupted. There were government agents all over AUn, and there were orange lights everywhere. you know how the lights are on pool sides, like in hotel nacional, so the sky is dark and only lit by dim stars but the pool and the lights reflect all over and the floor's bight like crazy? well that's how it was. epecially near Rosaria. They were taking people away, something about reserving people. I was scared. You know what happens when i get scared. The people i love get detached from me and i'm left to suffer in hell. Well, They took Ahmed. They grabbed him, and convinced him that he had to go with them. Something was up. Everywhere was in chaos and I really mean it when I say, everywhere was in chaos. there was garbage everywhere, all of a sudden people looked like they had not bathed in days and instead of reeking, we were just covered in dirt. we had been digging. digging with our fingers mind you. every material good in this world disappeared, only a few were left, and they were in dirt mounds. we had to rummage for food, water and goods. all of a sudden i found myself paired up with this random girl, packing for the 'future'. Muktar was no where to be seen., He had been taking from right in front of me and i had no idea where to get him. But I knew where hmed was. He was at the backyard. they kept on dragging him by the shoulder. like if they let him go or walk by himself he would escape. they were makiing a deal. I could have gone there, to see what was up. but he didn't look like he was in need of help. they were negotiating. and we picked so many stupid things, like closets, plastic cups, and old earrings. ANd then I woke up.

I even though the dream just does not make the least bit of sense... i woke up really feeling frightened.

Am i that scared of losing my friends? even if they are... comfortable of being away from me? :S

I need help. And where was Muktar the whole time? I don't even know why i'm publishing this post with their names on it. I normally abbreviate the names or improvise. Maybe the dream has a meaning.

WELL. i ended up talking to my sister about the dream. i didnt give them full details. islamically we're not supposed to tell people what dreams we had, esp the nightmares. but i just need to let this one out. i'm partially scared.

i will have to pray more before i sleep and stop sleeping in broad daylight. i have a bio test, ill blog later.

tumblr is great btw. if blogspot messes up with me one more time i'm migrating :)