In Retrospect : “Day Of The Woman”

  I started the day : A strong, independent, Nigerian woman —– having cake for breakfast. And I didn’t even bake it myself. My friend was baking a cake for someone’s birthday, and it’s a silent unspoken rule between us, that when she’d “level” the cake, I would have some of that.

   As you well know, it’s not even close to healthy for breakfast, or any meal, but I was too lazy to make anything else.    However, after a few mouthfuls of cake, I got introspective. Like, soul-out-of-body-look-at-your-life kinda introspective. And I’m thinking,

   what am I doing? I’m totally going to feel awful after eating this. Bloated too.  

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An Incident In Grodno 

My roommate was standing at the bus stop with her friend. They were going somewhere, I don’t remember where, and the bus was taking a bit of time. Finally, the bus arrived . They move towards the back door and the “youngish” lady that had been waiting there earlier veers off quickly to the other. My roommate recalls that the bus had been crowded, but they still had a clear view of “youngish lady”, who took time to turn around and give the occasionally  finger to both of them. Read More »