I hope it's not too late to say thank you for all your messages, comments, calls, texts, mails and well wishes in general. I appreciate all of it.
My birthday was simple, seeing as I'm not in Lagos. Yet it was very beautiful. When someone decides on their own volition to make your happiness their top priority, there's no better feeling in the world.
So I happened to receive some gifts, and who doesn't love receiving gifts?
You see, I had big dreams, I dreamt of one gift in particular, one that if I'd gotten my year would be made! I didn't get it but I worry not because i know it's still gon come this year, it just didn't happen on my birthday.
Meanwhile, some people just like drama sha. Thankfully it was the good kind. My friend and I got into this fight, he packed up his things, slammed the door and walked out. I became so distraught and upset that I didn't know what to do. I knew it was partly my fault (Hello moodswings) but that reaction was totally unexpected and a total overkill. I therefore decided I wasn't going to apologize and sat in my rage, stewing.
Deciding that I needed to distract myself, I got dressed and went to the movies, bought a ticket and proceeded to the hall. As though the world had really abandoned me, I was ALL ALONE at the movies. I sat down trying to watch London Has Fallen and forty minutes into the movie I admitted to myself that it was hopeless. Forty minutes gone and I'd been staring at the screen, yet seeing nothing. It didn't help that I was sitting all alone in the dark in the movie hall. (It seems only Lagosians really take this movie-going thing seriously).
I then slunk out, feeling so dejected and pissed off that the slugger still hadn't called! How could anyone do this to me a few hours to my birthday???
It was totally unfair but i was going to keep my head up, no matter what it took. Back in bed I tried to convince myself that I was happy. I had so much to be thankful for; my family, my friends, my blog and readers, my health etc etc etc but by 11.50pm, I couldn't keep up the facade anymore and broke down into tears. I was so dramatic about it sha... I even slammed my phone on the wall, almost shattering the screen totally.
As I sat there wailing, I heard something but I just wasn't sure. Then it came again. It was a knock. A KNOCK! I jumped off my bed, not knowing who it was but grateful for a distraction. I noticed it was 11.59 when I opened the door, and I was greeted with a box of cake, a gift bag and a sheepish grin.
So I was gifted with a very sinful red velvet cake, some sexy negligee which I don't think I'd ever wear (lol), a bottle of perfume, not just any but an Amuoage; Beloved (don't mind me, i cannot have enough of these, even though I sometimes wonder if the cash equivalent wouldn't be better? #IgboGirl) and yes, a new Samsung phone! Hahaha.
That's a Google image of the phone btw. In any case I was so stoked, because seconds after smashing my phone on the wall I really started to regret it. Little did I know that in a minute or two I'd be getting a brand new one. Lucky me!
So the day went amazingly well. I got a few more gifts and then I got thrown a small get together in the evening. It wasn't so delightful as none of my own friends were there seeing as I wasn't in Lagos, but it's the thought that counts, and the thought and effort were greatly appreciated.
And before I knew it, it was 12am, the 17th of March and no longer my birthday.
Once again, a big thank you to everyone who wished me happy birthday. And happy birthday to everyone whose birthday it is this period.