Merry Christmas everyone! It’s Christmas Eve but I still have not finished my shopping, which makes me more last minute than usual. I have a complaint though about fathers: while most (Nigerian) mothers can rattle off an impressive wishlist (or is my mom the only one?), trying to figure out what my father wants each Christmas is an exercise in futility. He’s a very practical man and really has no use for things that don’t have a purpose. Even small gifts like treats are hard: he doesn’t like sweets, doesn’t chew gum or have a favourite snack that we can buy for his stocking. He has far too many ties, socks and other boring things. He has too many watches and colognes. And books! He loves self improvement and inspirational books but at some point I’m sure all the books look the same and have the same message that I really don’t want to buy another book that echoes bits of all the other books he already owns.
I’ll figure something out by tomorrow though â€” I have no choice!
While I was writing the entry about George, my sister saw it and read a bit of it, but I told her it wasn’t posted yet, that she could read it later after I’d edited it.
Well she’s on holidays and was bored so she went and read that entry…and another entry that concerned her! She told me she had read the blog the moment I got home and that led to us fully discussing the situation. Tears were shed and explanations made and we both left the conversation feeling closer to each other than before. I knew she would feel bad about how I felt about the whole situation (which was why I didn’t think it would be worth getting into) but it was nice to talk about it. I know it isn’t Afrobabe‘s style sha, but it worked for us!
Next, I thought I’d put those of you wondering about my Two Truths, One Lie (x 2!) meme out of your misery (the lies are indicated in bold):
- I can’t curl my tongue.
- I have been a bridesmaid three times.
- I hate green peas.
I have been a bridesmaid three times, and my mother has forbidden me to say yes to another friend. I refuse to listen to her though (I’m looking at you, Oya!). And yes, I hate green peas: I hate how they are a vegetable yet taste sort of sweet…gross!
- I do not own a laptop.
- I can’t cook pepper soup.
- I had chicken pox twice.
I do not own a laptop, though I hope to fix that situation on Boxing Day! And yes, sadly, I cannot cook pepper soup. Disgraceful, I know! And for those who don’t think you can get chicken pox twice (I’m looking at you, aloted babe): you can! Thank God I did not, but it’s possible!