I hate English. So many dumb rules,contradictions&pronunciations…and Miss Ajayi- my primary 1 teacher who made it a point of duty to constantly embarrass me publicly. She told us on a Monday that I-S is pronounced ‘IS’ and on a Tuesday, out of all the 10 oversabiz raising up their hands, she asked me to pronounce the word on the blackboard. Of course I was sure I was right, because I had been awake yesterday. So I answered boldly “IS-LAND”. Even when those bloody oversabiz were giggling, I said “IS-LAND ma “….:( the rest is history. I’ve never gotten more than a C in written English. Never. 😥
This isn’t an educational posts like most of my posts. There’s no hidden meaning/question/ any such thing. This is an Expository Essay.
The purpose of this Essay is to shed more light on a subject matter-ME. This is actually therapeutic because at the end of this exercise, I’m suppose to have understood my self better; my actions, inactions, responses, thought patterns and all those irrelevant things that make me who I am…. at least that’s what HE said.
Let’s get on with it then….
Akanbi…my new ♡, inspired this…these array of sentences.
My names are Runsewe Temitope Omololu. At the age of 13 or less, I realised that Temitope is a rather common name, owned by prestigious members of the society and also pepper sellers, bus conductors, ugly people to mention but a few; I discovered the latter first and made it a point of duty to refer to myself as LoLu. So far, I’ve succeeded in making a lot of people identify me with that name but my own father 😦 and some stubborn creatures have stuck with Temitope.
I do not know how to ride a bicycle, or play ten-ten, or skip, or do what most normal kids my age could do while growing up. I’ve stopped caring too because at the age of 10 or 11 I realised that all those things really don’t get you a gold medal or millions.
I’m a light skinned girl. Half-caste, because my mother is Edo &my father is Ijebu. Many slow people-even after I say my full names- ask me if I’m Ibo, with a smile-because i’m a sweetheart-I tell them no and venture to tell them about my roots. At the age of 15, I realised giving information about my parents’ states wasn’t enough, I was expected to know my villages and was scolded for not visiting the places often. These inquisitive people were not my relatives, they did not even know what my parents looked like, they just took it upon themselves to bother about me. I crammed the names of my villages-because I’m a very intelligent girl-and I told all the nosy creatures. That shut them up.
I cannot speak yoruba as well as some people expect me to. At a point this bothered me immensely, with time I stopped giving a crap because so far, all my exams, tests and job interviews have been in English.
Sometimes I’m witty, smart, talkative, fun, insane, amusing and generally a breath of fresh air. Sometimes I’m quiet, indifferent and generally “introvertish”. All the time I’m ambitious and I know what I want with my career.
Emotionally, i’m amazing. I can ♡ one minute and not care the next minute. I get bored easily with animals, places, people and things; Nouns basically. Its one of two extremes with me-Love or Indifference. There’s seldom a middle ground. Seldom-I never learnt how to use this word. I mean different things to different people.
I’m not amused by things that amuse the general public. I’m not emotionally attached to artists and I don’t shed a tear when any calamity or fortune befalls any of them- abroad & locally.
I ♡ ♡ ♡ to tour. Seeing new places, learning cultures&capturing the moments. Music&books&Google assist when my resources fail.
I’ve made mistakes. I beat myself up, get over it& try not to repeat them. Sometimes I do.
Magarittas, I ♡ and any other sweet liquor.
I’m 5ft, 5inches tall. I weigh 58kg today. I have an amazing body& I work hard to keep it like that. After my 2 or 3kids, it will be like that, not only because I ♡ admiring myself-with and without clothes, but because I want to make the bad belles that said that I’ll be fat after childbirth green with envy. Yes. I said it.
I have less than 10 close friends. Half of them have created a formula/ pattern to deal with me, the other half accept me no matter the personality I have on at the time. I ♡ the latter more. 🙂
I grew up with basic necessities, I don’t care much for petty things. I’m not moved by flashy things. I’ve felt pain, suffering, betrayal, hunger, ♡, hate,kindness- a lot of things don’t amuse me anymore. I ♡ to learn. Often times, I over analyse- over think about the consequences of my actions or inactions. I seldom do things just because. I write just because.
I’m a quaint little doll; sometimes Chucky, other times Barbie but I’ve learnt not to bother. To identify important things in life and address them accordingly. To treat people that matter with ♡, respect&care and put the others in the void I’ve created for them. I can only stand bullshit for so long, longer than normal-if its a matter that requires tact&diplomacy.
I don’t want to ever fully understand Me. I get bored with Nouns I fully understand and I distance myself from them. Death is the only thing that can distance Me from Myself…and that cannot be an option now, can it? 😉
P.S- HE lied!
Kindly use the comment box to portray feelings or opinions stirred in the course of reading these… array of sentences. Or just tell me a lil’ sumfn boutchu. 🙂
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