A few nights ago, I spilled a huge mug of piping hot tea on my bed…
My phone got the most of the tea and hasn’t been able to come on since then. I shake it and I can still hear tea swishing around inside. Everyone asks, “Did you put it in rice?” and I act like I never even considered it. First of all, I don’t have rice (because diet). Secondly, the body of the phone is so sticky from all the sugar that was inside the tea. Putting it in rice would’ve just resulted in sweet raw rice and a still-bad phone. It would make more sense to use the phone to soak garri.
After the spill, I removed my duvet and my sheets, and hung my jotter to dry. I had to sleep curled up at one end of my mattress, above the brown stain that looked like the map of a continent.
The next morning, I put my sim in an ancient 10-year old Nokia phone and now I rely on my spidey senses to identify familiar numbers and recognize people’s voices.
Anyway, Happy New Year guys!!! So far, my year has been good-ish. It hasn’t gone according to plan but I’m hopeful.
The best news so far is, I’ve moved to a new place! It’s smaller than my old place, but I love it. It’s more affordable, quieter, and it’s a more sensible environment.
My old place used to leave me feeling so angry with God. I used to have a 25 year old Interior designer neighbour who lived in a 2.5M-per-year flat and drove a white Range. Meanwhile, in my two years there, I never once saw her hold a fancy lamp or a flower vase.
One day, she gave me a pep talk about how to be a self starter. She said, “Ngor leave this church tin… Stop sitting around, feeling sorry for yourself. Heaven helps those who help themselves.” She ended the talk by asking me to draw up a business plan so that she could review it and see if we could go into a partnership.
Because I’m a mumu who always considers the “What if’s”, I really drew up a business plan. She must’ve used it as wallpaper in a client’s house because we never spoke of it again.
My new landlady is the coolest landlady on earth. I hardly ever see her though. On Wednesday, after church, she sent her house help to give me a huge wrap of Amala and a big bowl of meat with tiny soup. I went over to the house to thank her and she admitted that she worries about me sometimes. She thinks I’m abnormally quiet.
She was surprised when I moved in less than two hours after I met her and we concluded our agreement. “Ahn ahn! What’s the hurry?” “Don’t you want to paint first?” “Won’t you do some work in the room first?”
I assured her it was fine. By 10am that morning, I showed up in a truck with all my stuff. I cleaned the room while my AC guy installed my AC. I got her cable guy’s number and he wired my cable. I plugged in my fridge and my electric kettle (for tea that me and my phone would later drink) and I settled in. I’m taking my time to do everything else. For now, this is home.
Also, this year, I’ve been actively working on worrying less… or not worrying at all. I worry about all sorts, from big things to small things. I worry so much that I worry about what my worrying will do to my health. And for someone who is a tongue-firing, bible believing Christian sister, it doesn’t say much about my faith in God does it?
Anyway, in a bid to help my worrying, I’m trying out meditation. I’ve done some reading on it and tried to practice a few times with mixed results. The first time, I over-relaxed and I fell asleep while trying to focus on my breathing. The other two times, didn’t do much. I’ll keep practicing though. Maybe next time you hear from me, I’ll be on some Dr Strange shi’… writing blog posts while levitating inna de ear.
That’s ‘in the air’ for all you non-Jamaican readers.
Happy New Year guys.