Good morning people!
It’s my birthday… today, I turn 21 25 27 31 ( ._.) #pickanumber
Sadly, it always takes quite a while for the birthday spirit to actually kick in. I’m not one of those people who start a birthday countdown two weeks ahead of time… I don’t make a wish list, I don’t announce to everyone that my birthday is on so and so day and on the actual day, I don’t wake up all excited and enthusiastic and motivated and shit. In fact, in recent years, as the day draws nearer, all I can think about is the fact that each year new brings me closer to menopause and brings my tits a few inches closer to knee level…
It’s when the calls and texts and messages start coming in that I start feeling a bit special, like a birthday girl.
I go through the same cycle every year… by mid-June, I can tell from the pathetic state of my bank accounts how hard my birthday will blow. So I resign myself to my fate. The day finally comes and goes and nothing significant happens. Then I promise myself that the next year will be different, it will be better. I swear to myself that on my next birthday, I’m gonna throw a huge birthday bash to make up for all the other uneventful birthdays… there’ll be caterers and a rented hall and guest artists and male strippers.
Then, come June 15th the following year, I look into the birthday crystal ball and I can tell that it will be another balls-blowing year… *smh* The birthday goes by quietly and I spend the time on some soul-searching, making plans for the new year and setting new goals.
This year, I was gonna take a trip by myself. I wanted to go somewhere nice and far away, like a resort or something… just for a few days. I would’ve done all my soul searching while lounging half-naked by the poolside of an expensive hotel, sipping on cool drinks and eating food with names I can’t even pronounce.
Right now though, the only place I can afford to go is to the broom closet… to get brooms. I have lots of housework to catch up on and some laundry to do. I’m letting this year go (again) and there will be no soul searching! I’m not even cooking anything special or baking a cake… but I’m happy. I’m happy in a God-dey sorta way. And I’m content.
It’s only 11:00am and I’m already overwhelmed by the love I’ve been shown by family and friends… especially my siblings who sent in their gifts last week! My dad called and was proud of himself because (he said) “I remembered on my own”… my mum didn’t have to hold a gun to his head. He asked me to thank him and congratulate him. I was wondering what I was congratulating him for since it’s MY birthday. When I asked what for, he said I should thank him for producing me!!
My mum called in the middle of the night and prayed for me. And I surprised myself by staying awake throughout the prayer!!!
Which reminds me; I have to call a few friends to remind them to call me today. It’s the best way to avoid a fight… cos I WILL fight if they don’t call. They never ever remember my birthday but they’re special cos they call me quite often, just to find out how I’m doing.
Gotta go people… duty calls.
Happy birthday Ngor Baby!!!