Borin’ Ol’ Day

Today was one of those days that was just lived. I woke up this morning and nothing different happened. It was just a regular day for me; I did all the regular things I usually do. Oh, remember the Yoruba guy that asked me out on saturday? Well, get this…. he’s married! Yeap! Can you believe his nerves? Oooh! He should thank his lucky stars that I didn’t give him my numbers cause if I had, hell woulda had to freeze over before he smiles again. Wat is wrong with these men? You see, this is one big problem I have with our Naija men: their inability to keep their stuff in their pants. Why would a married man be asking for my number? That’s not right at all. I bet his innocent wife is somewhere declaring her eternal love for husband, while he’s @ a party tryna get numbers. No be fine him fine sef. Ah! Anyhow sha, I’m getting my butt to bed right now. I will tell you more bout my life tomorrow. Have a good nite sleep. Sweet dreams diary. I’m out.