Beach Days

For a greater part of this week, I've been bathing at Manzini. The reason being, no running water at home. What on earth is going on in this town?!? We are sinking to Lagos standards very quickly (and quietly too). So everymorning, we troop out of the house into the Motos, armed with flip flops, towels, and buckets (amid other things). Whereforth art thou oh beach???

On thursday last, El padre did his thang, and moved the house (contents, of course) all by himself (and with some assistance from his beloved babe), a whole 24hours early. Imagine my surprise when I had to get moto from brova at the house for midweek service, and I saw my bed, dresser and other sturves settled in the new place already. And I said to myself: "Self, this has Mr. Valentine written alllll over this". Xandra's first concern was locating her Passport. I secondarily confirmed mine was still in my possession. After I had primarily confirmed that the money I left in my dresser was still mine, and located the money I left on the bedside thingy was still alive. Madre ever so kindly returned it to me (after hoping she had hit some mini-jackpot. Amen to that!)

So the girl has officially changed residency. Location not late-night-out-and-still-return-home-at-oddest-hours-compatible, but that cannot be helped. Will have to work my way around that. For now, one must dash to the airport, braving the wet roads and crater-holes, to pick man.

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For morning when day break, lion go run, antelope go run. If lion no run pass antelope, im go starve. If antelope no run pass lion, im go die. Whichever one you be, day don break. May you begin run.

One of my father's many wise sayings is that women spend so much time getting ready because we have so much to choose from. If we had two shirts, a pair of pants, one skirt and a pair of flats, we wouldn't be so caught up all the time. While I beg to differ (as long as there is a variety - no matter how minimal, there will be indecisiveness), I get the point. Right now, I just may be suffering from far too much amorous attention. Why on earth am attracted to the ones I know I'm incompatible with and have no chance, and so indifferent to the (seemingly) perfect ones who seem to be crazy about me and just want to lavish me with attention, shopping and the likes???

Who Moved My Brain???

I kissed someone I ought not to have. Ok. I made out with him. And now I feel so ashamed of myself. I led him on, and I set myself up for potential failure, knowing fully well what my stand is (supposed to be) on pre-marital sex. What is it with me and this companionship-hunt anyways? I just seem to love defining the boundaries just so I can leap over it. An appealing solution is to quit dating altogether. Get to know the guys as friends, and move from there if I feel certain I'd like to pursue something more (should incase they are actually single at that given point). One of my many advisers reckons I should be considerate of where the guys are coming from too, and be a bit flexible with my principles. How then, is one flexible on a subject you either do or don't? I don't buy.

So here I am for now, trying to critically analyse my every move and motive. Sipping on my Mango Tea and trying to breathe around my chronic sinusitis.