Babysitting

I'm 18, and I aint never babysat in my life. Well all that was going to change today, when I was put in charge of a little 5 year old girl that I barely knew, in fact I met her on wednesday. But her moms has to go to the Police, so here I am, good samaritan that I am, babysitting. With freetranslation.com permanently on so I can communicate. Woman doesn't regard her kids, its someone elses kids she's bothered about. But....that's another thing.

Late Registration

So, the time has come for me to leave the Forge. My coach was at 8.55, so I was ready by 7.40, ready to give my keys in early, in case they did routine checks on the room. To my amazement…nothing! Just sign, hand in keys and that’s it! I was shocked! I mean, I know the Forge is no longer gonna be used, but what if I vandalised the room, stole curtains or stole a sink, or stole the toaster or the microwave!....yeah they could contact me later, but it’s gone for now. Anyway, the Metro was down, so I had to walk to Park Lane, got there, saw tons of old people, I was like “Oh, Hell Naww” they aint all goin to London, luckily…they were catching other coaches! Anyway, I got in, took my usual spot at the back (Julian Parks) and chilled to music, hoping no one came to sit next to me……but all that was short-lived…at Middlesbrough, there was a whole lotta people ready to get it, and my technique of ‘bag on the next seat, and eyes shut (pretending to be sleeping)’ would be viewed as selfish and mean. So I removed my bag and made the seat available, but still shut my eyes, coz it’s kinda weird to sit next to a sleeping person…or so I thought! Next thing, this noisy ass family have trapped me, their youngest son was like a kid on crack, restless, and the two girls in front of me were equally as noisy. I had no choice; I had to force myself to sleep….and sleep I did! And it was sweet.
Got to London at 16.33, I wasn’t gonna call my Aunt and let her bother with sending someone to get me……No……I was gonna go all the way to her house…All by myself…easy….well easy if London Transport is on your side. Long story short, I was hoping on and off trains….at least I wasn’t lost or anything.
So…got on the final bus to the house….these white-trash (and I say this in a non-racist form…I mean they were Caucasian and they were trashy, thus the term white-trash…why their race has to be highlighted is for a whole nother blog) anyway, they came with some new puppies they had just acquired, licking them, kissing them, u know how they do, nasty stuff. Anyway some Nigerian dude on the bus got into a verbal exchange with one of them coz they didn’t show him enough respect “Im older than your father”, said he, “Whatever” said she. Lol anyway, it wasn’t heated or nothing, but everyone could hear. Then they- white trash inc. began discussing men and how men are this and that, to the hearing of everyone else. Anyway, I’m here now at my second home…or fourth home. 1st- Arnhem 2nd- Opukuma 3rd- Sunderland 4th- London. Who would have thought, a young rascal living in the Ibadan projects (hey! There was no running water) would go and ‘conquer’ Europe!

Sunglasses for Laura

Hope you like them, if you don't; too bad

Packing....or how to get lots of stuff into two bags

So yes, my first year in university is over. It has been a good ride, but like they say every good thing must come to an end, even if it's temporary. As you know, me being an international student I cannot carry all my extra stuff back home, so my good friend Sipho agreed for me to put my stuff in his house...Now when I told him, I said two bags..but deep down I was wondering if it was possible to get all my shit in two bags! I had one bag, but I needed to go buy another, now I was hoping to get a bag like my first one, coz it was £3, (and good quality too), but when I got to the shop, they were sold out. I guess there is a lot of people like me. The only bag they had left was £15, damn! what could I do, I aint packing my stuff in no refuse bag, adn I dunno where they sell Ghana-Must-go bags, so i copped it for £15. :-( Anyway, the packing began in earnest,(after watching Samu-L Jasson in Black Snake Moan- good movie) I had to fit the five shoes I'm leaving behind, along with books, and some crockery in one bag! That done. I had to get clothes in another bag, along with pots and pans. I had intended to put the pots and pans in a refuse bag, but I found out I had space, so in fact I stopped the noodles that were cooking, washed the pot and bagged it! yipee! so right now, the only things that are not in the bags that I'm leaving behind are....the two things I shouldn't have bought- my £5 printer, lol and my blender!
So anyway, last day, I decided to buy some food I hadn't eaten before, So i got some potato stuff- puffy stuff and some chicken nuggets. Since there were no oven pans (as the other peeps have left and I dont have one) I used the grill....which burnt my stuff....long story short, the food turned out nasty...like Nicole Richie...dunno why I said that, but whatever! I had to throw it away. At least I had pizza. Speaking of doing things different, I showered in the shower I had never showered in throughout this year.(and I wont shower there tomorrow) the shower power is so hard and I cant turn it down, damn the water beats you! I felt like Denzel in Glory..."one tear included"
Anyway speaking of food, I was shopping at Iceland a couple weeks back and I saw a packet of chicken wings, and it said- "Approximately 38 pieces", I was like- "that's some crazy ish"...approximately...where does the approximation start, you open it and there is 20 pieces, should you get pissed?? Approximately....it's like on a Pringle's cylinder they write "Approximately some chips inside"...or your Girlfriend coming up to you and telling you she is approximately pregnant."Girl is you or is you not with child before I approximately slap you!"...anyways I'm out. By the way i bought new shoes today...bringing my total shoe tally to 7! Comfortable shoes, and break from my hardy Nike boots.
Anyway I'm off to bed na, lots to do tomorrow, moving stuff, cleaning, shopping and going to the bank to cancel those people taking my money!...and buying rubberbands for my posters...and Laura's sunglasses!....and something small for daniel, coz there's no space in my bag....for the 1st time I'm coming without and dvd's :-(, but I got movies on my PC! lol. Anyway, living in the Forge has been alright!
I'm out!


My life in two bags!

Food is Good

So there was a dinner get2 getha stuff at the chaplains house today. So the members of the CU met up and ate, there was fried rice, jollof rice, egusi, pounded yam and loads of meat. FUN!
Well I got into a discussion with this Nigerian girl about the recent Nigerian elections, I said they were rigged, she said they werent. Normally I love discussions, but I stopped, coz this girl was the same girl that had never heard of Bayelsa, never heard of Ijaw people (askin me if I was Hausa, Yoruba or Ibo), same girl who wasn't sure of her state, she eventually remembered Anambra! I think she's been in England too long, anyway. Someone who doesn't know the proper demographics of Nigeria is in no position whatsoever to get into a discussion about the fairness of the elections. I was so insulted when she said she had never heard of Ijaw people, the 4th largest ethnic group. She must be trippin.

Anyway, I'm off to London on Sunday morning. chilllllllllll

Excuse me, but I am Rick James

So today, I went into uni to drop a book. I launched my new stunna shades. So there u have me bouncing on the way. I see some low class idiots hurling an orange juice bottle (plastic bottle) across the street. I think to myself- "what a bunch of idiots", as I walk on reading the newspaper, suddenly- BAMMMMMM!!! the bottle hits my head. Now, this was the perfect senario for a 'Nigga moment', now Huey Freeman defines a nigga moment as: "A moment where ignorance overwhelms the logic of an otherwise rational negro man."
I thought to myself, Aww Hell Naww, they didnt just hit me in the middle of the street like that! I removed the specs, and the guy had run wayy off, he was with three others, a boy and two girls. The girls were like, look he's gone, now I could brush this off, or I could begin a chase, but I was like I aint chasing some white dude coz of shit like this.
So what did I do, I put on the meanest mug (bound to scare even the hardest mafia dude), took out my phone and pretended to call someone. In my head, I was calling dudes to beat his ass, but they took it as calling the Police. So I walked on, 'fake' calling. The guy responsible then came up to me and apologized, some idiot....me being a nice guy, I didn't want it to go any bigger than it was, so I accepted his apology (P.S. he was younger than I)
As I walked on, a van pulled up alongside me, and the driver asked me what went down, I told him, and he was like "Personally, in such cases I report it to the Police", Now I thought for a second, should I? I mean, yes they should go to jail for messing up my Cool, but these were innocent fools, they shouldn't suffer for their ignorance (I don't even wanna pull out the race card na) But I was like, it's cool, the fool apologized anyway. And if they try it again, the Police would be coming for me, for bustin someones ass (no homo)lol

Anyway
on a lighter note.
My sister Laura, would be pleased that I was listening to Shihan, I was listening to his song 'Baby', his little daughter is on the track as well. In the song he says- "How many fingers I got up?", the replies correctly. "Six", and he commends her for her observational and arithmetic skill. But as he does this he says- "She how smart you IS" IS....not ARE. Now I know the answer is its ebonics or what not, its only small talk.... but thats what that girl is gonna write in her essay when she gets to school. Jill asked Jack, "IS you coming to fetch a pail of water?"
That's all I got 4 na.

Im pissed off as well, coz those charity ppl took my money, when I thought it was cancelled. and £4.34, is a lot of money. That can get you a whole chicken, and two pringles. I'm going to go to NatWest and end that foolishness.

I cant get my Aunt, everytime I call, it says the number aint available....I need to confirm that im goin to London. Need to buy my ticket while I can afford it.lol

I need to rest...been watching scrubs, now that's what Laura needs, instead of this Madea jive.

Now for a picture of me in my new stunnas,