The Car boot Experience.

I had the opportunity to go check out the so called ‘car boot sales’ that happen on a regular basis abroad after so much convincing. I hardly make plans over the weekend and I abhor impromptu, drop of the hat plans. I need to mentally prepare for anything I have planned and impromptu stuff leaves me in a confused state of mind which automatically happened.

Those who know me well can tell when I am absolutely confused. I change clothes more than thrice and the rest of the day ends up as such. On this particular day; it was expected. I changed more than thrice, hardly had any money on me to spend frivolously and on top of that, I kept thinking of the novel I had been in the middle of. With a lot of convincing and coercion, I gave in to my aunt’s pleas and escorted her to the car boot sale.
Naturally, I was fascinated. The concept is people sale stuff out of the boots of the cars at relatively cheap prices. The main issue here is; it is supposed to be used stuff or something you own and don't want anymore like old novels etc. Apparently that is how it is supposed to be but with Africans, something of this sort has to work in their favor.

The number of cars parked at the venue was promising unlike the prices and some of the merchandise. The merchants brought stuff from their boutiques, shops, stalls and sold at the usual price they normally sale at in their line of work. Those who understood the concept and I guess well travelled sold at pocket friendly prices whilst others hiked the prices. What I found amusing was that most of the merchants were iPhone, iPad and Tablet holders. Naturally, you are bound to wonder whether you can afford the price of the product being sold by someone of that calibre.
As we looked around making inquiries here and there with my aunt, I regretted being unprepared. I’d spotted a lot of jewellery I wanted yet I had no money on me. Thankfully, my aunt gave me a bit to spend and thus, I purchased these earrings as a memento. And with that, the little excitement over my first car boot sale experience wore off as the day dragged on.

I let my aunt wander around as I went to find a place to sit, relax and people watch. She found me after a long while and coerced me into buying a notebook and a card holder with the money I had left. Overall, it was OK. I guess as the years go on and people get to know what car boot sales are all about, it will catch on and prices will be what they are expected to be- LOW!

A Mutha Of A Fall.

I would have told y’all before how I don’t remember the last time I fell but unfortunately, I do. It happened last Wednesday 08/05/13.
There I was, going around my office packing my stuff, ready to call it a day. As I went about the business of preparing to leave; handbag, laptop bag and cushion in tow, I felt my third leg do an awkward turn that should have told me something was amiss. Before I knew it, I found myself on the floor with the arm hole of my third leg broken! As someone who rarely falls, because I try to be extra careful what with my fragile bones and physical state – I took a moment to just sit on the floor and wait for the shock and disbelief to ware off. I also had to think of how I was going to get to the car seeing how my third leg was in pieces.
Luckily enough, someone who always helps out at my office helped pick me up and held my hand as I wobbled to the car. I must have been ripe for a fall as I look back. In the process of packing up my stuff, it occurred to me that I was relying too heavily on my third leg regardless of the excruciating pain (had nothing to do with the fall) I felt. On realizing this, I tried to even out the weight which I guess made it worse for my third leg.
That day was really sad for so many reasons I shall not elaborate. I felt sad for the loss of one of my third legs as I have only one functioning one at the moment and the hurt it caused my pride to fall. Now, I am trying to regain confidence in my remaining third leg. Whenever I walk around, I can’t help thinking it will give up on me too and then I shall have nothing to use (God forbid) until my brother’s return.
For clarification, I use a crutch or walking aide after the major surgery I had in my pre-teens. And because of it, I have to be very careful with falls. I feel no residual pain by the way.
Do YOU remember the last time you fell?

Good Bye April… Hello B’Day Month!

Despite a few pitfalls here and there, April turned out to be surprisingly good month. Why? Because I got the chance to see my male best friends and we caught up over pizza and drinks, separately of course.
A month into showing up at the new office digs, my cousin once asked when my friends would come visit at the new location. I remember telling her how busy they are and hardly had time to come visit during the week. But you know what? They managed to make time for little old me and I can’t complain.
I’m friends with an Engineer, Programmer and IT specialist. I’ve known the Engineer since 13 years old and he was the first to come visit after months. Captain Jack Sparrow has grown into someone I am really proud of. To hear him talk of his accomplishments, plans and dreams is to marvel. It was hard not to compare the boy he was to the man he is now. I am proud to be friends with him more so now that he knows what he wants out of life and isn’t willing to settle for less. We have fought so many battles were girls are concerned when it comes to Capt Jack Sparrow. Now, he will have to beat them off with a stick when the time comes.
And there is my very best of friends; the IT specialist.I’ve known him since we were pre-teens. I can’t say much because with him, we are still fighting a few battles and soon, we shall concur all. He may not have faith but I do and it is enough. Hey, when crap falls apart, there is that person who is there to help pick up the little pieces and that is what I am. I got to see him bond with my brother and get on like they’ve known each other for years. It is damn easy for boys to make friends with each other than it is for girls.
Let’s not forget the best friend I think I stole from said brother – the Programmer. Huh! It had been a few years since I last saw this one. When he asked to come visit, I thought it was going to be so awkward because he is a Programmer and I am a little out there and the combination of my mother and aunt together was something to worry about. Naturally, Programmers are intimidating even when they are friends. Surprisingly, it turned out to be fantastic. I ate a lot the day he came. My tummy was a bottomless pit!
Seriously, all these boys inspire me. I don’t know what to do with the inspiration though. LOL. I am proud to be friends with all three and it is good to see someone you care about grow into the person they are meant to be. Captain Jack especially. I remember we were talking about something particular and my mind was faraway, which he noticed and not for the reasons he guessed. He said he'd inspired a blog post then and now... How true, Captain? How freaking true? I am proud of the man you have become!
OK, seriously. Aurevoir Aprirl…IT IS B’DAY MONTH! YAY!!