Cheennystory

DEAR DIARY…

I got home and headed straight up the stairs to my room. I dropped my bag on the floor and flung myself on the bed, the day’s events running through my mind.Today didn’t turn out nice for me at all. I pulled myself up from the bed, walked to my wardrobe and pulled out my diary.  I began to write. Monday, May 6th 2016. Dear diary, today I should have minded my own business…… I was low on cash so I…

THE SEVEN MISTAKES OF OLADELE

One morning, we the residents of Pearl Estate woke up to commotion in the estate. What was going on? We wondered as we trooped out of our homes to see what the commotion was all about. Police men had surrounded Oladele’s house calling for him to be fished out. What is going on? The Estate Chairman asked one of the Police men. “Sir, one Mr. Oladele Oladapo who resides here is wanted for armed…

THE JOURNEY OF A NIGHT

  I stood in  the middle of the park confused. I had just arrived Abuja and I knew no one. I walked out of the park, dragging my box behind me, I was dead tired and my legs were killing me. I stopped by the road and began flagging down taxis. One stopped, I moved closer. “Oga, good evening” I greeted “Good evening my sister” The man responded. “Abeg you know any good hotel around here I fit…

“Amira listen, take your mind off negative thoughts, this is just a case of Malaria and typhoid. Dr. Anosike told me one Sunday on one of my regular visit to the hospital.  I had become a regular “customer” in this hospital. I shook my head in the negative “I don’t agree with you. I said with tears running down my cheeks in torrents “Amira if your test results shows typhoid and malaria then…

A DAY BEFORE CHRISTMAS…

This Christmas, my plan was to bake a very delicious cake for my favorite aunt whose birthday was also on the 25th of December but it seemed my plan was going to be thwarted as I moved from stall to stall at the market, a day before Christmas trying to get a reasonable price for a paint bucket of flour and these sellers kept quoting outrageous prices.  The market was rowdy one could barely step…

Temptations shall surely come, no problem but it is when we lose control and fall into temptation then trouble begins. I have been tempted countless times and fallen countless times too, but I got out quickly, picked myself up and retraced my steps easily. There was this one time I couldn’t get out of so easy. I couldn’t break free, I kept falling deeper and deeper I didn’t even make any efforts…

Christmas was around the corner and another end of the year party was coming up but I made up my mind to decline if invited as the last one I attended still left a bad taste in my mouth. The last Christmas Beach party was organized by my colleagues at the office but somehow was kept a secret from the management as only a few managers and selected members of staff were invited. I happened to be…

For the sake of this story I will be called Amira. I will reveal my real identity and possibly pictures of myself (and probably my man) when the aim of this article has been achieved. That is settling down with my own man. I felt I should put down my journey through the world of dating and the men’s world. Till I emerge with my prized man.

Okay so I have had my own fair share of dating men and getting hurt. Currently I am still a single lady of 26 years old …well by February I turn 27. Should I be bothered that I still do not have a man to call my own? Yes at 26 I am still very much single and frankly am not bothered. (Whom on earth am I deceiving sef?) The truth is I think about it every now and then. Wish I had a man to call my own but then am not desperate in getting one to settle down with. I believe a man who is meant for you, nothing drifts you guys apart.

I do not mean to brag but I know am a good looking lady , a pleasant sight to behold but then also I have learned that looks is not all it takes to keep a man. Yes looks can get him but it takes more than looks to keep him. So now am doing all it takes to re-brand and redefine myself, in every aspect to get my kind of man and keep him. Starting with the way I dress, the way I walk, how I talk, and most importantly my attitude and character. I have met all sorts of guys in this my life. Trust me.The cunny guys, the smart guys, the not so smart guys, the pretenders, the smooth talkers and a whole lot more.

The very First guy that ever approached me was a 29 year old guy…. I was 14 years old then. Did I hear someone scream child abuse? Hmmm… that vocabulary no dey for naija men dictionary. This guy  stopped me on way to school, sweet talked me, hey I was just a young girl and I fell for the talks. I gave him my mom’s number, I remember getting to school and telling all my friends about the very cute guy I met. I just couldn’t stop talking about him, but then Mr. Man was after something else, so……. I ran. That was in SS 1. And they kept coming but I had no interest for guys at that time after all I was still in secondary school(Not the Secondary School of today sha) I felt having boyfriends wasn’t just right, though my friends talked about theirs then and I enjoyed listening to their stories and dished out advice in some cases. I became a special adviser on men affairs for my friends then back in school even though I had no boyfriend myself. How ironic.

I became fully aware of my looks when I got into the university. To be sincere I never thought of myself as “beautiful” I wasn’t even aware of how I looked. But I knew that whenever I looked at myself in the mirror or saw my reflection I was satisfied with what I saw , the word “ beautiful” never crossed my mind . But when I got into the university, everything changed. I began looking at myself curiously in the mirror and frequently. More guys began flocking around me and more girls where hating me. Then I knew I wasn’t just a plain Jane.

The guys kept coming, asking for a relationship and promising heaven and earth. I kept turning them down. I had become very selective. Either a guy wasn’t handsome enough, tall enough or smart enough. I always saw a fault in every guy that wanted to date me. Those who couldn’t swallow a rejection from a girl stopped speaking to me. I wasn’t even bothered. The only time I got really worried was when I kept receiving a text from an anonymous person who threatened to shoot me dead for turning him down…….