Good morning people!!!

For the first time in a very long time, I am able to say that I had an AMAZING weekend!

It didn’t start off as amazing though. There was a minor incident on Friday morning that threatened to spoil my weekend and possibly the rest of my year. Traumatic, disturbing, harrowing are words that cannot even begin to describe what happened… suffice it to say that I have been scarred mentally for life.

I remember waking up that morning and reading Psalm 23. I recited the Psalm and then prayed to God according to the scripture and although there was no response from Him, I had faith and I believed it was gonna be a great weekend. So I went about my day as usual…

Later, I needed to use the gen. I went out to the side of the house to switch it on, and then proceeded to the switch box to change over (from NEPA to Gen). It was then that my life changed and my world was turned upside down.

You see, the roof workers all stay in the little house by the gate (where my security man would’ve stayed if I had one). The switch box is just beside that house. Brethren, as I was passing by the house, the head carpenter ran out BUTT NAKED. He was dripping wet, obviously just out of the shower. His towel was hanging outside and because everyone else was on the roof working, he had tried to quickly run out and grab it himself without being seen.

Immediately, I fell to my knees, looked up to the heavens and with tears streaming down my face, I cried unto the Lord, “Dear Father!! I asked for THY rod and THY staff to comfort me… not anyone else’s!!!”

I don’t really remember what happened after that. The doctor said that I now suffer from dissociative amnesia, which occurs when the person forgets an event that has deeply disturbed them. Apparently, my subconscious has blocked out the whole experience…

( ._.)

Ok, the last part is a lie. I didn’t fall to my knees crying and I didn’t see a doctor… I just turned my face and walked away. Since then, I’ve been avoiding him like the plague and when I do see him, it’s usually very awkward for me.

Anyway, the rest of the day went well… A friend came to see me and spent quite some time with me. Saturday was incredible!!! ANOTHER friend came and rescued me from my life of roof repairs and naked carpenters. We had such a good time! It’s been a while since I went out and just had fun! I didn’t get home till quite late 😀

I spent most of Sunday doing house chores till yet ANOTHER friend came to see me. So basically, my friends made my weekend a great one!!!

In other very important news, my hair is growing and I’m actually starting to look human again… 😀

Hope you guys have a wonderful week! I’ve got stuff I wanna talk to you about, but we’re keeping today’s post short and sexy 😉 See ya tomorrow…

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Agbons Afegbai · May 6, 2013 at 2:23 pm

Lol! Ngo baby! You made my day! Rod indeed.

    admin · May 6, 2013 at 6:30 pm

    My sister… Rod is flattering it… more like black wire 🙁
    I don’t know how I’ve been able to sleep since then.

SL · May 6, 2013 at 2:57 pm

Your friends unwittingly helped u cope with any PTSD issues, thankfully!

    admin · May 6, 2013 at 6:29 pm

    Lol… funny enough, I was reading about PTSD recently. I was doing research on war veterans…
    Little did I know I would soon be tested!! Thank God for my friends 😀

Naga · May 6, 2013 at 3:58 pm

May be treating you good!!

    admin · May 6, 2013 at 6:26 pm

    Yup! So far so good…

Joey · May 6, 2013 at 11:55 pm

You just walked away? That’s not what happens in the por… education videos I watch.

    admin · May 7, 2013 at 7:10 pm

    It’s ok sweetie… we’re allowed to say porn on this blog 😀

adaora · May 10, 2013 at 6:47 pm

you dont pick calls young lady

    admin · May 17, 2013 at 2:25 pm

    LOl… I knew I was in trouble when I saw your missed calls 🙁

Savvy · June 28, 2013 at 9:45 am

Hmmm…well black wire sums up the cause of the trauma. Now black baton might have had a different story line. Bless your dear friends for making that particular weekend.

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