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The Harmattan is here again
Ah! The season of harmattan is here once again with its good and bad
sides. Good in the sense that it is time or due for the farmers to
harvest their crops. Bad because there is so much dust in the air
and in our environment, streets, our house equipment are covered all
over with dust.
During this period, when our motorists drive along the road, they
will throw dust on those trekking thus causing catarrh and cough
especially for people who are allergic to dust. In most cases, the
wind also blows dust to where ever you are especially in the
Northern States. This season, our environments, street, and
household are always looking dusty and unkept.
Apart from this bad side, workers and students complain of their
skin being dried before they get to their offices or schools. So,
most people often carry cream particularly vaseline as well as wet
lips along with them for as soon as their skin or lips get dry, they
will apply it or rub the various parts of the body that are dried
up.
Most often, anything that has advantages also has disadvantages.
During this season, you can see our farmers harvesting their crops
but even then the ground becomes hard to tilt. If the farmers do not
harvest these crops at this period, they would not save to cultivate
next year and would not have some to sell to people who are not
farmers.
Infact, one needs to clean all our household daily due to dust, if
not it will look dusty as if one has not been home for long. Also,
workers with vehicles are not left out, they should endeavour to
keep their cars clean at least twice a week.
In the case of students, cardigans should be purchased for them to
take to school and to wear at night, since harmattan or cold
normally gets worst at night and morning time.
In those days, this season happens to be the period guys get married
to beautiful young girls. According to them, this is the time they
will know whether you are neat or not. If females could care for
themselves without having crack on their legs and lips, that means
you are homely, neat and a good wife material, but when you possess
those cracks on your legs you are classified as dirty. It is also a
season where the bed is needed to be kept warm. I hope you know what
I mean?
Mothers out there should as well have handy hot water bottle that
can be used at night to keep the kids warm especially those that are
asthmatic. Also, hot water should be kept in flask to bath the kids.
Similarly, in order to prevent your kids from catching cough and
catarrh, make sure you dust your environment for as the saying goes
“prevention is better than cure”.
Diary of a Working Lady
The Opportunist (2)
I tried to save the relationship but of course, things were no
longer the way they used to be. The relationship slacked. Ken
equally started cheating on me; he would travel with the other girl
and tell me lies – I couldn’t blame him I had started it, although I
didn’t want it to affect our relationship and I did it out of the
love I had for him. But how would you describe his revenge? Did he
love her? Or was he just sowing his wild oats?
Gradually we drifted apart and when I came to pick my things from
Ken’s, she was there and watched me move – it was so humiliating.
The relationship came to an end. All the while, I kept my distance
from Kunle. He tried locating me but in vain (there were no cell
phones then). Six months after we parted ways (Ken and I), we ran
into each at a shopping mall. He was so pleased to see me – he
hugged me and told me how much he missed me. To cut a long story
short, we rekindled the relationship. Ken also made public his
affair with the other girl; in fact she moved in with him. Although,
I grew to admire and like Kunle who pampered and cherished me, it
was not like Ken whom my love for was pure.
The town looked bigger because, Ken and I hardly see. I missed him,
and gradually I learnt to live without him, I took out my
frustration on Kunle who did all he could to make me forget Ken and
concentrate on our newfound love.
Eight months after, Ken and I met at a party organized by one of our
friends while we were together. I knew he would be there and I tried
avoiding the party but the celebrant would not hear of it. Ken was
at the party but to my surprise, he came without his girlfriend. We
both behaved maturely and talked as friends and about each other’s
life.
We spent most of the night together talking, drinking and dancing
and as one thing led to the other we kissed, that kiss brought back
memories we thought had long been dead and buried.
We fixed a lunch date two days later and we never looked back. It
was as if we were discovering something new. This time around, we
hid our secret affairs from our partners – what an irony. We
professed undying love for each other and let nature take its
course.
Kunle started noticing my level of withdrawal in the relationship. I
blamed it all on stress but I tried to make it less suspicious. Ken
on the other hand, could not pretend about it and was always running
to me. He frustrated his relationship. This time around, it was it
was her turn to beg Ken to let their fire burn.
Luckily for me, Kunle was transferred and the opportunity to get my
man came. I did not waste time. we were everywhere together and this
made life a living hell for his girl. He eventually told her the
relationship was over and she had to move out. This time, it was my
turn to watch her move out all her belongings. She lived with him as
if they were married. And so the process of moving out was more than
sealed our love. Next time, she would not catch on a failed
relationship or a broken heart to build a relationship.
Poem
When I am in the office do not disturb me about other people’s life,
Let me think about my own problem or what I am in the office to do.
For my priority may not be yours. Leave me alone and mind your
business.
Listen, I may be weak in the profession and you may be good at it,
what differece does it make anyway?
Do not tease me, or discuss about other people because you will
still discuss me with them.
If you can’t help, just let me be.
Kindly leave me alone and mind your business.
Have you forgotten that when you look at someone else’s private
part, someone somewhere is looking at yours?
Note, my family may be poor, yours may be wealthy,
God who created yours, created mine.
Fingers, they say, are not created equal,
Just leave me alone and mind your business.
I am fine just the way I am; very beautiful in God’s sight.
However, I will always strive to do my best in my office work
And I pray that I may be contented with what I have
And as happy as the ANGELS.
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