Nigerian Independence Day Parade in New York

Ah, na so so vex dey vex me here o! I coulda, shoulda been doing something else, but instead I am here swelling up like a balloon.

I have been planning on going for the Parade in Manhattan New York since God knows when. Finally, the day is here, and I am not there. How did that happen? It’s all my fault because I was counting on my yeye friends to go with me, but they all bailed out on me at the last minute.

First of all, I have a bad habit of not wanting to go anywhere unless my friends are with me. If they are not with me, I don’t go out. It’s just not the same jare. I need my friends to be there, so we can talk and laugh and act like fools. I can’t be acting a fool on the street of New York all by myself now haba. What if someone catches me on tape? OK, being caught on tape really isn’t what is holding me back. What is holding me back is the fact that I just need to see very familiar faces around me.

So that’s the story anyways. Busola said she’s working; Uju said she has three exams next week (the week starting tomorrow); Funmie said she’s broke. In fact, Funmie’s own is the one that even pained me well well because I started asking Funmie if she was going for the parade ever since. Every time I said, “Funmi, are you going for the parade?”, she would say, “I want to go.” My people, is that a ‘yes’ or a ‘no’? I was like, I don’t wanna know if you wanna go or not; I want 2 know if you ARE going or not. Still, she would say, “I want to go.” It was now on Sunday abi Monday that she opened her yeye mouth to say, “So Vera, when are we going shopping for the parade?” She should just be thankful that she wasn’t with me when she asked me that question because na slap I for use answer her.

Funmie knows I hate shopping. OK, lemme rephrase it. I love shopping, but I cannot spend too much time @ the mall. It makes my skin crawl. The thought of walking around from one store to another just doesn’t sit with me. So whenever I need to go shopping for an event like the parade, it would usually take me a whole month. One day, I might decide to enter only one store to look for a pair of shoes, and if I don’t find it there, I would go home and go to a different store two days later. I don’t wanna walk around the mall for hours, and I don’t wanna drive from one store to the other looking for stuff. I’m not the kinda person who wants to buy everything in one day. I will lose my mind if I have to do that. So you see why I wanted to slap Funmie when she asked me when I wanted to go shopping…only five or six days from the event. Yeah right! I love planning my stuff, and it takes me ages to plan. If I were to throw a birthday party, I would start planning it like six to twelve months before the date. That’s just me. I don’t like all these chere-were (wait & take) planning abi shopping.

Anyways, I’m sure those that went for the parade are having ablast right now…without me. Gosh, this makes me wanna cry for real. But anyways…I go live sha, I guess.

I already promised my friend, Nora in New York that I go dey there next year. No shaking. No waiting on Funmie et al. I would just hang out with my friends in NY. Next year, I’ll probably stay the whole weekend sef and have a blast. No clubbin’ though. That’s a complete waste of time to me.

See Ya….
p.s. I typed this post so freaking fast that I can only imagine how many typos I made, but I am in no mood to proof-read, so if you see any typo, I apologize.