With or without hair me I am thankful and will continue to thank him especially as this is my Month, the MONTH OF MAY.
I am persuaded that the wish of some BB (balding/balded bloggers) will not come to pass, when help is available from sharp babes like Sherri and LaReine. I will soon come and share my story probably even write a book on it self. I can see the title now it will be called "Opelope Anointing". Voila I am on the essential oil mix train o, anointing the bald areas at night according to info from Nappturality.com (cool site for hair). Another good site is the also long hair forumn.
So on a good day like that I decided to strike conversation with a colleague in the name of socialisation.
Now please understand that due to the stressful condition that the conversation created, the victim a.k.a myself could not possibly have remembered what he said word for word but the conversation below will give you an idea of my ordeal.
30+: "Good morning Kevin, I hear you grow daisies"
Kevin: “Funny thing you should say that it’s a good morning because when I woke up this morning the daisies behind my bedroom window overlooking the gnomes and the lililies were witling despite the fact that spring is here. And I thought this is not a good morning I suspect that the rain from yesterday which was about 4 inches must have drowned them and as you probably know next to Tulips, daisies are the most delicate of all biennial flowers. I remember when we went to Sweden’s national park and the tour guide mentioned that they had a breed of ducks which were just like pink flamingos. The ducks actually were all lined up by the brooks of the water which was surrounded by daisies similar to the one in my back garden. Actually do you want to see the pictures that I took on that trip to Sweden? Sweden was more of a stop over than the holiday destination, because that summer we were actually headed for Berlin, from Stansted. I remember vividly because it was the Independence Day in the United States…..blah blah”.
20mins later (no exaggerations) I am wondering why I did not listen to my first instinct that said 'avoid socialisation till you have had your Tea and Breakfast'
Please my peepos, how in the name of all things designer labelled do you tell your colleague that he is talking too much. Bear in mind that I could not really say what was on my mind, which was something along the lines of "Chai Bros you too dey yarn dust, abeg hol your side and daisies make I go chop" or "abeg e don do, I just dey form, I have no interest whatsoever in daisies if they want to wilt they can wilt infact I can't tell a daisy from tulip even if my life depended on it" or "Okay give me a break I do not give two monkeys about poxy flowers like that, I am just trying to appear as an inclusive part of the team .....
Anyone seeing the stock market, food and petrol prices....starts to hum 'we shall overcome'