My thoughts

Crazy 8 is a game of cards, very popular among the blacks in Southern Africa. There are rules and penalties in the game but the most interesting part of the game is the speed in which it is played. I feel my life is like that game the only difference is that there are 7 days in a week not 8. When i wake up on Sunday morning, there are so many things to do before I step out to church, after church I find my self heading towards the University campus. Then there is the moody Monday, for some reason I do not like Mondays. First there is the boring meeting that I cant escape then there are the emails that must be answered, and of course people popping in and requesting for things like I'm some sort of storage room. Tuesdays sometimes are fun but other times like today are horrible. I am having a writer's block. Why it is called that I have no Idea, all I want to do is head back home and have the longest power nap ever recorded in history, 10hours. Wednesdays are when the panic sets...

I have not written for a long time. My excuse is that I have been busy. The truth is, I do not know what to write. Several things have happened in the past months I have not written. I went home i.e. Nigeria and came back, I have finished my programming and hoping to complete my thesis soon, and I have also made new friends. I must say I have a better rapport with my supervisor now. I do not know if he is glad I am finally leaving or if he is really making an effort to have a better understanding of me. I stand out in my study group because I have refused to let what I study define what wear or eat or say. I have refused to look like all those women engineers that put on only a pair of jeans and a t-shirt with boots. I wear heels, use make up, wear skirts and I even let my hair down sometimes. The picture is how I look today. I felt gorgeous and I thought to myself, why don't I look it? I promise I am back to writing about MY THOUGHTS