eg: Brown rice, whole wheat pasta, linguini pasta, Gelato, waffles, MAC makeup...so many. It just pains me, like I'm doing some peace mission in a 3rd world country - I come home and stock up before heading back to the peace mission.
The sad part is I cannot seem to get a job that pays me as much as my current company in Lagos, so I can eat my cake and have it. Those simple combinations evade me. Those simple combinations you pray for and God just finds it hard to answer you. So here I am. I travel to Lagos at the drop of a hat, used to be once a month, now bi-weekly, just so I can deal with life, take a breather, inhale, and then of course, feel like I am not doing a peace mission in an angry part of the 3rd world country I ended up in.
It's my birthday in 2 weeks. I think of what usually transpires during these final 2 weeks before my birthday. I plan my birthday vacation. For the last 3 years birthdays I haven't been able to really do anything...fun. The big 4-0 was spent with people I no longer speak to, and same with the big 4-1. Now I am asking myself what do you do when you just moved back to your country, now live with your depressed somewhat clingy single aunt in an angry 3rd world country in a job that's [insert my feelings here] and you're about to turn 42, and your last couple of birthdays have been spent in cities like San Diego, Santa Barbara and of course, Vegas.
This is the hard part of living. This year..I suggest spending my birthday with me. Not with all those people that I don't talk to years later. Me. Because I'm my best friend, and the best birthdays have been blessed with me.
When I'm With You
I Hear A Song That Makes Me Laugh
And Smile To You
When I'm With You
I Feel So Free
I Feel That Love
Is Going To Take Control
When I'm With You
It's For Real
What I Feel
When I'm With You
