Why I am Deliriously Happy

The title of this post was intentionally crafted to deceive you all.

This is because in reality, I'm tired. I'm frustrated, and I terribly want to cry. No actually, that's a lie. I have cried, occasionally. I'm  feeling really overwhelmed by my course load. I feel like I have no idea what i am doing, and it is really stressing me out. It doesn't help that there are so many high expectations, i don't want to let anyone down, and most of all, I really don't want to let myself down. I don't think I could take it if I did.

I feel rather sorry for my team mates, they seem to think I know something, and I have been assigned duties as regards our course assignments. I'm sure they expect that i'll turn up with something rather reasonable, serves them right for thinking that i'm smart just because i contribute towards discussion in class. No?

The other day, I sat on my bed and had a sort of trance, where some of the management models I've been studying were chasing me around and tormenting me, huge acronyms in funny cartoon colours, bouncing around, having a good laugh at my expense. Singing and snickering amongst themselves, "Look! She's Terrified! Petrified! Stupefied! by us. Ha ha!" I tire jare. I have a major presentation next week, i guess i'll find out then if i'm completely off track or not. In a funny way, as much as i dread it, i am also kind of looking forward to it, I just want to know already, if any of the huge amount of work i have done so far makes any sense, or if it's completely rubbish. At least then i'll know for sure. Then, i can start to figure out what i'm going to have to do to fix it.

I met my Personal Tutor today and I think he hates me. I really do, I tried to get chatty with him right away but Oga just totally shut me down. He had this expression on his face like "Right, let's just get this over with then". Really rather unpleasant. I think I'll just ignore him for the rest of the year and focus on my H.O.D who is all shades of amazing and always ever ready to have a chat. Yeah, he (my H.O.D) can be my Dr. Phil and the other one will be my, er, erm, well, I suppose like my dentist or something. You know? The guy you only see when you absolutely have no other options because that toothache is threatening to destroy your existence.

Dr Nasty seemed far more interested in the snacks we were served than in anything I had to say. Or maybe he was cranky hungry, he seemed slightly calmer after having ingested a sandwich or two. Just slightly though. I shall ignore him, i've met some of the most amazing members of faculty since I got here, and i'm not going to allow one person to ruin my so far pleasant experience in that regard.

Sometimes I wish there were many more Nigerians in my school. I don't think black people constitute up to 15% of the student body population. To be more realistic it is most likely to be significantly less than that. The result is that on the semi-rare occasion when you walk past another black person, you tend to stare at each other. Very weird, almost like we're acknowledging each others presence. Like "Hey! I see you fellow person of African origin. i see you!" Hehehe. Kind of funny. The few black people though seem to be predominantly Nigerian. Yeah, we are like that. Just everywhere. The other day, i met this dude. We start chatting and then he says, "So what part of Nigeria are you from?" I had a good laugh because we hadn't even had the 'So where are you from conversation?' He just (rightly) assumed. I jokingly told a German friend of mine the other day that anytime she saw a black person holding a BlackBerry, she could be 99% sure that they were Nigerian. To my mild surprise, she'd chuckled and agreed. "yes" she said "I noticed that there seems to be a strong appreciation for that product in your country, because every Nigerian I ever met has one!"

I have this new friend, that is like super woman. Seriously, I want to be like her when i grow up. Award winning athlete, super smart, amazing cook, alpha female, wonder woman extraordinaire. She inspires me to want to go out there and run a marathon, or at least look for my running shoes and have one or two spins on the treadmill sometime between now and when I graduate. Which shouldn't be too hard, seeing as i walk past it (the gym) almost everyday because it is embarrassingly close to my residence.

Ok. I have run out of gist, but before I sign off I have a huge announcement to make.

 *Drumroll please*

My nephew is now walking!            

 If you could see me now, you see that i have a huge, slightly stupid looking grin on my face. I am so excited, and please allow me. I am a first time Aunty, so everything that child does just turns me into mush.

I hereby dedicate this post to my darling T-Bobo whose first Birthday is tomorrow!

Aunty Mimi loves you more than all the tea in China, all the Gold in Saudi Arabia and all the Shawarma in Abuja. xoxo

Cheers