My internet expired and since I’m a poor lowly teacher with no salary…. OK this is just an excuse, I ignore. I apologise for being a lazy blogger.
Anyways howdy and all that, hope you’re well. (did I just type howdy?)
You know, living in Lagos is stressful; imagine something stressful… now multiply by 10, add heat and then add a good serving of disgruntled government workers. Luckily for me my state of mind helps me combat stress, I try to stay cool but the disgruntled government workers are a necessary evil. OK I shouldn’t call them evil, some of them are my family members and maybe yours too. They probably have a lot to be unhappy about; late salaries and the like, but we all live in Lagos and know how horrible it is, if we were a bit pleasant to one another maybe life would be a little better no?
Anyways I had to get my Nigerian passport renewed so I had to come in contact with these
evil people, apart from being unbearably hot and everything being slow and people yelling at me “GO AND MAKE PHOTOCOPY” everything was going at snail pace smoothly. I came prepared, I had a book, I waited my turn even as they loaded other’s files on top of mine, I was patient, like a good girl.
My turn came and I went to the photo area, pulled my hair back and smiled. *snap* that was easy… being good girl pays. NOT!
“Madam, remove that earring!”- she yelled at me
“Erm I can’t… it’s it’s..” I stuttered
“Why???” she bellowed
“Erm because it has a screw and..” I continued
“MADAM GET UP! GET UP! TAKE YOUR FILE AND LEAVE THIS PLACE” She yelled.
There are few things I hate more that being yelled at, tears formed in the back of my eyes as I picked up the rest of my dignity and walked out. I went to the car and removed my industrial piercing, over four years… I thought nothing as I walked back in and finished the passport process. Witch Lady had gone to lunch.
|August 16th 2007 few days after I got it.|
Fast forward to evening as I undressed to go to bed, I looked at my ears and freaked out.
My chest was literally hurting. I felt a deep sense of loss, I also knew that too many hours had gone by and putting it back in would be excruciating.
My mum said “Start of a new era, you’re no longer a teenager”
Why do I still feel the dull ache in my chest?
Have you ever lost something you thought you wouldn’t miss?