So, sorry, do-o, pele, I know I promised that I would provide the interviews with Asuquo and Risi in my next entry. But, damn, I don't feel like transcribing. The whole excitement of doing interviews is so yesterday for me now. So long as I can play the interviews it is okay. But transcribing them is another kettle of fish. So, there we are. Okay, ah don beg you now, abi? No vex, please. I know this is not the only thing that I have promised that I have not delivered. But, o boy, I am in Naija now at the time of politicking, ah fit no keep my promise. How ah wan take resembu politician if ah keep my promise to u?

I have really had nothing much to do over the last couple of weeks since my last entry. Just bonding with Baboos, hanging in the village and in Blogville. I tell you, you guys think I am crazee? Check out the Nigerians in Blogville. It is a whole 'notha story men. That is one good thing about staying with awon Akin or being in Ibadan. Neither my parents nor Boo's parents have Internet connection at home in Lagos. But, awon Akin have it as per young professionals, and, in Ibadan, my parents fixed it when my sister's kids were in Ibadan with them over new year. Truly my parents have changed. I cannot imagine that they bribed those kids to come to Ibadan with them for new year's with Internet. Who born me when I was young? In fact, my mumsie seemed to have that attitude that it is that thing that you want the most that you must be deprived of. Can you believe that for the longest time, we did not have a video (who remembers Betamax?) at home? Long, long, after everybody don get video, forget say den get, that is when my parents decided okay. And, I can point to other things like that. So, that one little girl and her teenage brother can be directing the same parents in this manner na gban-gba. Anyway, na me dey enjoy am now.

Boo is coming into town this week so I am very, very excited about that. I feel that he should come and take some of the brunt of dealing with this whole process. I know, I know. It is not like he is just playing over there. But, shay you understand now, it can be frustrating. Plus, I cannot wait to just sit and watch him and Baboos. You people don't understand. I know that there is one picture that I am going to take of them. You people will laugh at me, but whatever. Keep laughing. When the picture is framed in Black and White and placed in our study at home, I will see who will be laughing. There is nothing that I find more beautiful than a picture of a father lying down on his back, say on a sofa, with his baby on his chest facing him, and with the fathers arms protectively around the baby. Oooo! I love that pose. And, that is one pose that Baboos and Boo have to give to me. I have a number of friends who have taken pictures of their hubbies and babies in that pose and it is such a beautiful thing. I am sure it will be a better picture if it is not posed. But, wo, if they don't do it naturally, I will get them to pose for it. Ah, you are laughing. Do you know how long I have waited?? Okay, you know. Ehen, ehen! You people don't know anything o!

Boo's parents still have not come around on Baboos. I call them regularly to say hello as per good iyawo and you know we pretend like there is no 800 pound gorilla plunked bang in the middle of our conversation. But, I have not taken Baboos there. I am waiting for Boo to come and then we will do whatever he wants to do. I just cannot deal with that drama. And, I am just grateful for having Ibadan to get away to and, also, having Akin and Laide. Baboos and I are getting to know each other more and more. I have him on a sleeping, waking, bathing, eating routine now of which I am most proud. I like to carry him on my bosom. You know children bond with their mothers during breastfeeding. They take in the scent of their mother, the closeness, everything. We don't have that, but I read somewhere that if I just carry him close to my bosom, especially at night before he sleeps and when he wakes up, it will help us to bond. So, I have been doing that and it seems to be working. He recognizes me now, of which I am so proud. He smiles at me and yesterday, he cried when I dropped him off with my mum so I could go and do some shopping. I felt so special but I felt bad because he was crying.

It was the first time that he would do something like that. He also likes to pon eyin, i.e., sleep on the back. It was my mumsie that started that one. And, I was just looking saying, continue sleeping on your nana's back. Just know that me, me, your mumee, I don't do the pon eyin style. So, enjoy it while it lasts. Because when we get to Amerika, there is no back for you to sleep on. Is a lie o! Ah, the day my mumsie and popsie went to visit one of my popsie's friends who lost his wife in Ibadan, and the boy did not stop crying, did I not quickly find one wrapper and put him on my back? So much for psychedelic shakara mumee wey no dey carry baby for back. Nevertheless, I am getting a bit frustrated with the process. I just want to be done and bring my baby back home. And, I don't like being away from Boo this long. It is not good for our relationship. It is one thing when you know okay, I am going away for three months and I will be back to my hubby. But, this kind of indefinite thing is not good. Marriage is for being together, right? I mean, I don't know how people manage to do long distance marriages. It is all well and good that Akin and Laide are so great to me, but there is something about being with my husband and my own home that I miss. Well, he is coming in on Wednesday for a week so it should ease my pains a bit.

Actually, I am bit upset with him. He is supposed to sell my car, Akanke, The Beetle, while I am away. Boo has done nothing about it. He just hates Akanke and I won't be surprised if I have to come back and deal with it myself. I am going to have Baboos with me when I get back so I need a car that will be functional for Baboos and I. As much as I love Akanke, she is not going to make this trip into motherhood with me. Our romance is over, kaput, done, right? The idea was sell Akanke and I will use your range rover when I come back. We are going to have a baby, we don't need three cars, abi? I mean, it is that simple, right? But, he is not making any move to sell Akanke. I don't know what it is. I am not yet ready to do the whole minivan thing. Hell, I am still a sisi, jo! Abeg, ah never graduate to minivan. Minivan in my dictionary spells suburban Mama, which is what I am now. But, abeg, ah no ready to gree yet. In any event, with a baby, we have to be wiser about our spending. Boo has always liked cars but we don't need three cars now. I think the thing is that he does not want to give up his range rover. But, I am the person that will be ferrying the baby around now, abi? So, I need the car. Anyway, I cannot afford to fight with him now. Abeg, I have only one week with the man, I am not about to spend it making war when I can be making love wantintin!! Hehehehehehehehehe! You tink because I am a mummy, I don't have needs. Sit down there!

So, shay we had a surprise party for my parents for their fiftieth wedding anniversary on the 14th. That is how my papa almost jeopardized it o. It was just a small, surprise bash in awon Akin's house, just family and close friends. Boo's parents and all the other in-laws, including Banke's paternal uncle and his wife were there as well. But, you know, we were in Ibadan until the 12th. That is how my popsie just kept saying he was not feeling like going back to Lagos. Everyday, popsie will wake up and say he is not yet ready to face the hustle and bustle that is in Lagos, that can't mumsie and I see how peaceful Ibadan is? Ehen, yes, I can see that Ibadan is peaceful but I mean, Lagos is my town, men. You know what I mean? One can only do so much hanging out with Toun, Rose and their crew before you want to strangle them. My popsie still works very proudly at 77 but he no longer goes to his office everyday so it was not like anything urgent required his attention. And, mumsie sef, she is totally retired from any form of work so she was not under any pressure to get back. Laide and Akin had put my in charge of making sure that they get back on time.

But, I tell you, even at 77 my papa like money well, well. Do you know how we finally got them to come back to Lagos? Money! As he will be there saying Ibadan is lovely, when we pressed him where the Benjamins were reaching him, quick, quick, he was ready to go back to Lagos. We had to lie that something was going wrong in one company that he is involved with. Let me gist you. So, Yele has these friends, Diaspora returnees that run one kind venture fund in Lagos. So, popsie is on the board of the holding company and then, they have the obligatory, former military kowoje-kowoje (chop money thief) top brass who is the chairman of the board, and three other people. [Editorial comment: Don't let anyone deceive you that the military is not in control in Naija. Try forming any serious business in Naija without a former top this or that in one of the forces. Not impossible, but very hard.] Anyway, the company is apparently doing well. And, my popsie is very pleased with his investment with them and being on their board. And, he keeps telling Yele that Yele ought to come back home and get something going like his friends. So, it was these guys that we had to beg that they should say they had to do extraordinary meeting to take some decisions. If not, na like dat my papa and mama go miss their surprise party o. Anyway, that is how the guys and their wives and the entire board of the company too had to be invited to allegedly small party. But, at least the celebrants were not missing. I was teasing my father later that he likes money too much. He said no, that he is just diligent. That those young boys should be encouraged. Na money kill am jo.

Anyway, the party went very well. We had a slide projector and we used it to show pictures of their wedding, and all sorts of memorable moments through the years, including births, holidays with the entire family, grand children etc etc. A lot of the work on getting the slide show done was done by Laide. Honestly, she is such a good iyawo in our family. A good child to my parents. Ha, no, you should have seen my mumsie praying for her the day after. I mean, I give her A+++++ Then, my sister and her kids; my brother Laja and his wife and kids; and Yele and Banke all sent video messages that we played. Me sef, I gave one kind emotional speech about how I love my parents and all that jazz. Then, shay my parents married against their parents' wishes. So the only family member who was present was my uncle, my mother's cousin who actually took her to the dance at which she met my father. He told a very witty story of their meeting, dating, courtship, and wedding. And, how he was the only one family member present at the wedding. How his mother, who was my mother's aunt had sent word to him that he should not got to the wedding because the entire family was to boycott my mother marrying some unknown lad from the boonies. How, he was almost too chicken to go but he decided WTF, the family was in Lagos, he was in London, to hell. He was going. And, how he walked my mum down the aisle and gave her away. How my mother's mother did not forgive him for the longest time. And, even when she did, she would always remind him of how he gave her daughter away as if he was there when she gave birth to her daughter. It was all a lot of fun really. I mean those older people can reminisce, abeg. And, of course, more people turned up than we expected. But, luckily, we over catered as well so it was fine. There was a bit of dancing. My parents opened the floor with some serious famotipe (blues dance) to this Yoruba highlife song:

Tun mi gbe (Marry me again)

Oko mi tun mi wo (My husband look at me afresh)

Tun mi gbe (Marry me again)

Oko mi tun mi wo (My husband look at me afresh)

Iyawo dun lo shigin (Marriage ceremonies are a joy to attend (shigin does not mean anything))

Iyawa dun lo shigin

Iyawa dun lo shigin

Tun mi gbe (Marry me again)

Tun mi gbe

Oko mi tun mi wo (My husband look at me afresh)

Then, they danced to Sunny Nneji's Oruka before others joined them on the dance floor. In fact, the way they were dancing the famotipe, I wanted to enter the ground. You know I am crazy, I almost shouted get a room then I quickly realized that these are my parents o and we are not in Amerika so I shut my mouth. Marriage is not easy. But, seeing my parents with 50 years under their belts on that day, much respect men! And, I resolved that I will try very, very hard to make sure that Boo and I make it. Of course, trust my mumsie, she called my sister the very next day and started her hala of how my sister has to make her marriage work. How the only thing that depressed her on her 50th wedding anniversary was not seeing my brother in law in the video message from my sister's family. That so my sister is now saying that her family is a one parent family without a father. My mother is the queen of blackmail as you can see. That see, o, how she enjoyed her 50th anniversary. That shay my sista thinks it was all easy. That it was not because my father was not an easy man to be married to, that we see him now and because he is our father, we think he is a softee but that what her eyes saw, her mouth cannot talk it all. My mumsie is a drama queen, I tell you. Please what did her eyes see? But she knew he was good inside so she stuck in there because a wise woman builds her home etc etc. Anyway, I spoke with my sista later and she said she has heard but that she cannot trust her husband again and that he has to re-earn her trust and she is not sure he ever will. My mother just does not give up sha. But, I can understand that the video affected her because my sister's parents in law were at the party so even I felt weird that they saw the video and their son was not in it. Wo, me I don't know jo. It is not like there is any kind of soap that her husband's family, including the parents in law, can use to bath clean of all the trouble on the ground jo. They knew about their son's secret son and they are lucky for the type of mother that my sister has. This one that we are still being civil with them. Shio!

But the real joker of the party for me was Akin's friend, Nanpon Shaiyen. Who is Nanpon? Nanpon na one of Akin's friends from forever. They went to boarding secondary school together in Lagos. By form three, Nanpon's parents who lived in Jos and mine had become friends and Nanpon would spend short breaks in our house instead of going back to Jos for three day mid-term kind of thing. My parents became the guardians of his younger brother who went to the same school after Nanpon and Akin. Anyway, I had not seen Nanpon for years. I knew he got married, long before Akin. He has two kids and he lost his wife to breast cancer about four years ago. So, anyway, Nanpon is as single as single goes. I just saw him at the party and I thought to myself. Na man be dis now. Na man stand well, well like dis now. Man wey ah fit vouch for say na decent person. Quick, quick, I called my friend, Alali Fingesi. I am sure I have mentioned her before. I said Alali, wetin you dey do? Alali was jonesing - no date. So, I said o gal, find your way to Akin's house now now. So, she was like ehen, you know Val's day is always a depressing day for her. It is not easy to be without a man to call your own in Naija on any day but Val's day is the worst etc etc. So, I said, is that the story that you want to tell for your whole life or do you want a shot at another ending? So, she said she cannot drive at night bla, bla. I said no yah wah. Called Akin's driver that had been taking me around and dispatched him to go to VGC to pick up my gal men. It was on!

Anyway, before Alali came, I had engaged Nanpon in conversation. He has two sons, both in boarding school in Abuja and he lives both in Lagos and Jos. So, I sha geared the conversation to girl friend and all that. So, he now said that he is not looking. That he has to be careful what he exposes his sons to. That a relationship is hard work. For me, that was a good sign. Nothing I hate more than just because a man is single therefore, every girl must be bedded. Nothing I hate more than a father just not caring what type of women he exposes his children to just because he is widowed. So, I was marking good, good in my book. But, some of Laide's single friends were there too so I was determined that I had to keep close marking on Nanpon until Alali arrived. Wo, it is a jungle out there. I had to protect the territory for my friend jo. Alali is the only one of my childhood friends that is not married. It used to be her and Sasu and I remember detecting a tinge of sadness in her all through the activities for Sasu's wedding. It is not that she was not happy but it is not easy to be the only one. And, with a mother like Alali's, forget o! Damn, Aunty Furo! Mrs. Fingesi is something else. Alali was okay living at home with her parents, which is a weird thing to do when you are almost forty. There are four kids, she has one older and two younger brothers all of whom are married with kids. Alali's mumsie na original terrorist. That is how she was harassing my friend, almost like fight everyday. Her mum would say the most horrible things. Can you imagine at the beginning of one year, she called Alali and said: The end of this year must not meet you in this house go and marry and leave me and my husband alone. Can you imagine? A mother! Another one: We have been going to beg for other people's daughters, they should come and beg us too. Alali, take away my shame! You know constant psychological torture. Alali just said she could not take it anymore and so she bought herself a place in VGC and she is like I am out for my peace of mind. She said some days even the way her parents would look at her in the house, that she was just like men, if I disgust you so much, let me leave. So, she has been in VGC for about three years. Much more peace of mind, but no husband.

So, anyway, there was one Saturday before the party that Baboos and I went to spend the day with her in VGC and we got talking about the whole husband thing. You know, people go through a lot sha. That is how Alali started talking. Apparently, she has a fibroid problem. But, her fibroids are very aggressive. For a woman that has no husband, is at end stages of her fertility, that is a significant problem. She has had two abdominal myemectomies. And, years ago, I know that she had a cyst on her right ovary when we were in our twenties and she had to have the cyst removed. But two myeomectomies? I was like Alali, all this has been happening to you, who have you told? This is the weight you have been carrying on only your own shoulders? She said she cannot even tell her mumsie because her mum is just not there for her. It is her youngest brother that has been her pillar of support. She said she does not know whether she would have kuku ended it if not for him. Even me, close friend, I had no idea. She now started telling me that all that time that she had been spending in England, over the last two years, na myemectomy do am o! Then, she now landed one tori about how she has a twenty-seven year old lover. I tell you, I had to laugh. I know I am liberal but I am still a Naija now, abi? Alali is thirty-eight, which kind stinking twenty-seven year old lover be dat? So, I said Alali, what exactly is the story with the boy? She now laughed that he is not a boy oh, that I should sit there. That if I know what he can get up to behind closed doors I will know that he is not a boy. So, we sha laughed and joked. So, I now said so what is the story with the guy. Well, Alali used to work in the banking sector, then she is set up her own business. She consults, financial advisory, training etc etc. She met this guy at a training that she did for his bank in Lagos and they hit it off. She says she does not go out with him because that would be too weird but that he is a really nice guy, he is very interesting, and has a zest for life that she finds attractive. He spends a lot of time in her place in VGC but he does not appear interested in her money. He seems to be just tripping on dating someone in that older age range and he is really nice. She said for her, it is nice to have the attentions of a nice guy, even if she knows it will take its natural course to no where. She knows she is not in love with him, she likes the fact that he pays attention to her, she knows he probably has a girlfriend nearer his age but it has never come up, the sex is very good and if she gets pregnant all well and good. So, I was like Alali, ehen ehen, not so fast. In any event, the bobo is leaving Naija for B-School in the U.S. this year so she is like all well and good. So, I said, wo, slow down, slow down.

I now got pen and paper and I forced her to write a list of what she wants in a man. I mean, that is stage one, right. So, we now went through the list and it seemed like a reasonable list to me. She was not writing anything stupid like must be 6'7 tall or light skinned. I mean, those things matter but if you meet a good man, just be thankful that he is not bad looking. All the rest of whether he is 6'7 or 6'0 is just jara. Although, I would always prefer a man taller than me o. Let me not lie. Lie no good! She said the one thing she knows is that she will never be a second wife and she will never date a married man. She says if that is what she wanted, she would be married by now but she is just not interested in adding a rival to all the issues she already has to contend with. So, my peeps, you can see why Nanpon appeared like a great, great solution to the whole issue. I mean, it all just clicked in my head.

So, back to the party now. Alali arrived and she made her way to where Nanpon and I were sitting and gisting. I introduced them and my gal was looking A+++ okay. Nanpon too is not bad looking, a bit portly but Alali sef no be sweet sixteen. I remember he used to have the thickest lenses ever but clearly he is now rocking contacts. He is well spoken and all. I excused myself after a decent time and they spent the rest of the evening gisting. After the party, he offered to drop her at home. I was very pleased with that because at least, it means he will know her house. Wo, it is not easy to be a match maker jo. So, they have been speaking on the phone. No date yet but I am keeping my fingers crossed that they won't end up as just friends. I mean look, the man already has two kids so it is not like if Alali has problems conceiving, it would be a totally disastrous event from his point of view. For Alali, yes, but I know what pressure is like to produce a baby at all costs. My dears, I won't wish it on my enemy. So, if Alali is not under that kind of pressure, it is not a bad thing. Without the added stress from the pressure, she can focus on just trying to conceive.  Then, you know, they are both matured. Nanpon is about forty-three or forty-four. He does not strike me like one of these guys that is looking to marry a pretty young thing. He is not necessarily looking now so let them segue jejely into it. Alali says she likes his vibe. Akin is saying nothing about Nanpon's views. In fact, when I told him the whole low down, he said I am silly that why would Nanpon want to marry a thirty-eight year old woman when awon omoge full ground. Akin is such a cow! Anyway, I pray that it works out because Alali is a really nice woman. I am not as close to her as I am to Sasu and Ngo, but, you know, we are all friends.

Silifa is another one o! You know my cousin Silifa now? So, she too she was at the party. In fact, she gave my parents one beautiful lace material for their anniversary. I have shadowing the lace since. So, Silifa o! Silifa is having an affair with one of Akin's friends. The whole thing is just crazy. This Naija is something else. This Akin's friend, if you see him, you will never believe that he can eat eba. Always fone speaking, very pretentious git, wears a bow tie all the time to add to the pretentiousness. And is clearly so freaking conscious of his "class" and who is. If I say his name, you people will know his family, really snooty guy with stellar education. All the "right" schools in Naija and in England. What of his wife? That one is another one. Exactly the same as him. She is the one that was saying to Laide one time that you know, "I don't know anything about the mainland. I just go there for the airport. I don't do the mainland, really." Yet, it is Silifa, an Iya Gutter as in Gutter in Lagos Island that is her husband's mistress. I mean, the thing tire me. How did they meet? Apparently, through Akin o. Not that Akin fixed them together or anything, but they met in his office and took it off by themselves from there. So, apparently, his wife has gotten to know that Silifa is her husband's mistress and she has complained to Laide. So, Laide begged me to please talk to Silifa that you know, it is not right and all. The conversation between my cousin and I went something like this. I cannot remember every detail but this is my best recollection:

Me: Silifa, o dey fi bobo yi s'ile (Silifa, why not leave this guy alone)

S: Mi o ti s'etan pelu e (I am not done with him)

Me: Silifa ko da o (Silifa it is not good o)

S: Kini o da (What is not good?)

Me: O de fi sile fun iyawo e (Why not leave him for his wife?)

S: Jo ma b'ami s'oro ri run jo. She Laide lo ran e?

(Stop talking smelly talk to me please. Is it Laide that sent you?)

Me: Silifa kilo fe fi oko oloko she? (What do you want to do with someone else's husband?)

S: Kilo yen gan naa ni!

(It is that "what" that you should keep asking me!)

Me: Ah, ranti igba ti Mookie she tie o le gba o (Remember when your ex, Mookie was doing his own, you could not stand it o)

S: She alawe yi lo wa fe fi we Mookie?

(But how can you compare this guy to Mookie?)

Me: Oko oloko sha ni (But he is someone else's husband like Mookie was yours)

S: She oko ni Mookie abi Olorun je a gbadun?

(Was Mookie a husband or someone that God just gave me so I will stop disturbing Him?)

Me: Silifa ko da o (Silifa, it is not right)

S: Wo, ko si nkan ti mo fe fi oko e she, ko je kin gbadun jo

(Look, there is nothing that I need her husband for, she should let me rest jo)

Me: O she wa fi sile? (So why not discontinue this thing?)

S: She o ri mi ti mo mu oko e dani ni

(Do you see me holding her husband?)

Me: Silifa ko da o (Silifa, it is not right)

S: Wo, ko da, ko da ti on ka mo mi l'ori yi iyen gan ni mo ma fi da seria fun

(Look the way you keep saying it is not right it is not right, is reason enough for me to deal with this woman)

Me: Oko e sha ni, f'oko sile

(After all it is her husband, leave him alone)

S: Wo, girl yen o gbadun. O ro pe gbogbo b'oshe so oyinbo be opere yen ni won fi l'oko

(She is not well, she thinks that it is all the grammar that she speaks that will help her to hold her husband)

Me: Silifa!

S: E je so oto fun. Ma fi oko s'ile but, o ma wa ma dupe l'owo mi ni ni eleyi to nba lo yi

(You people had better tell her the truth. I will leave her husband but the way she is going, she will still come and thank me)

Me: Bi ti bawo? (As in how?)

S: Mo ba pin oko e ni! Mi o l'omo bi. Mi o l'owo oko e naa. Mi k'oro wa s'ita bi omodun m'ejo. Mo kan ba pin ni

(I am only sharing her husband with her. I don't intend to have a child with him. I have no need for his money. I am not interested in spreading news of our affair. I am only sharing him with her)

Me: Ehen?

S: Ehen yen gan ni. She oro pe bi mo j'ale leni, ko ni wo ita mo? Eyin oloyinbo yi, ema tan ara yin je.

(It is that ehen that you should keep saying. Does she think that if I dump him today, the guy will not stray anymore? You these aje butter types, you like deceiving yourselves)

Me: Silifa!

S: She iro ni mo pa ni? Ibi ti o bade tun ma wo yen, omo le yo nbe. Awon omo eko yi, won le. Ko de si ni, owo mo yo l'apo e. Ko si nkan ti mo fe fi owo e she.  So, eleyi to oloyinbo shi mi hele-hele si, ko ti para e.

(Am I lying? After when next he checks out, a child may come about as a result of such checking. These Lagos girls, you think they care? And no how, no how, the bobo will feel it in terms of the money because not every woman will date a married man without stripping his pocket. I don't need his money. So, his aje butter wife that is getting hot and bothered because I am sharing him, may she not kill herself over his future away match)

Me: Silifa, iwo sha fi s'ile (You just leave him)

S: T'ori iwo to je ni o. Because bobo yen ma fun mi ni orgasmo per sei per sei ni o. Tension release mi ni yen!

(It is because it is you appealing to me o because that guy gives me orgasms per sei, per sei o. That is my tension release!)

By this time, I was flabberwhelmed and overgasted o! Chai!! I mean, this is another woman's husband that we were talking about, men!

Me: Ehen, pele, sha f'ile (Ehen, sorry, just leave him)

S: Ehen, to ba di ipari oshu, ma f'ile

(Yes, at the end of this month, I will break up with him.)

Me: Silifa, sha f'ile ni isinyin t'ori iyawo ti r'onu, r'onu (Silifa just leave him now because his wife is worrying so much)

S: Ko ti r'onu, jo ma bami s'oro oshi jo

(She has not started worrying, please stop telling me silly talk)

Me: F'ile (Leave him)

S: She mo mu dani ni? Ijo Valentine bayi, ibo lo wa? Ki she odo e l'owa ni? Ko ye w'ijo jo!

(Am I holding him? Okay, today is Valentine's day, where is he? Is he not with her? She should quit whinning jo!)

I quickly left her before she changed her mind. I was weakened by that conversation with Silifa. I mean, she is so hard and jaded. I have to tell you, I thought, what if Boo checking out on me? What if he has some babe camped in our house right now? Then I thought no, Boo won't do that. But, will he? I mean, my sister's husband cheated on her. But, I cannot give in to paranoia. I must not give in to paranoia. Well, at the present time, I am lost for words. Just relaying that conversation to you guys is enough to make me stressed.

But before I go I am looking forward to March in Naija o! The Vagina Monologues will be playing at the MUSON Centre on March 14th and 21st (I think), with a stellar Nigerian cast, including Joke Jacobs. Then the Nigerian Bar Association, Section on Buisiness Law is holding a conference in Abuja from the 11th to the 14th. Akin says I should attend with him. I am not ready to leave Baboos so I doubt that I will go. But the thought of meeting Nigerian lawyers who are not members of my family sounds exciting. I wish they were holding it in Lagos, that way it would be a no brainer. O well, some other time.

I am out. Sorry for any typos. I had no time to read over. Baboos will be awake anytime now and its back to the mummy routine.  So, how are you doing?