MY wish list

I am feeling depraved tonight so I thought a wish list would alleviate my suppressed pain.

I wish I had a British Accent. People say I have one but I know they are just ignorant. A real British accent would have better inflections and pronunce better than I have when I talk.

I wish I could enjoy a slice of chocolate cake, the thick kind with a cup of steaming cappuchino without wondering how many calories this is costing me. Not for any special reasons, just because it's Wednesday and I want to sit and enjoy a cuppa filled with some sugar before I continue the day.

I wish I grew up with rich parents who could afford to send me to Ivy league schools and tendered to my every want.

I wish I could unearth that one idea that would lead to the one book or script that would elevate me from mediocre standards to superb fabulous standards, to written in history books as the one hit wonder from Nigeria.

I wish I could take walks to the cafe, sit outside in my slippers and eat breakfast of scrambled eggs and toast. Drink a lager no matter what day or time of the day it is and just laugh as I chat about the soccer league with a group of my true friends.

I wish I could call in sick from work. Just lay in and do nothing and not feel as if my job is in jeopardy. To feel at ease with the quality of work I am putting in and to work even harder for that coveted promotion.

I wish I had a job that took me places. Involved travel, banquets, luncheons with other staff from other jobs, involved so much more exchange of brain power.

I wish I had a boyfriend. Not because everyone is having one, But because I need someone to go over my day with, to stroll to the cafe or pub with, to eat buffets with, to curl up in front of the TV with while we talk about my family. So when people ask: are you seeing someone you say, yes, yes I am with a refreshed smirk on your face.