20 things about me
I hate: people talking to me with tobacco breath. Get a life or even better, some breath mints
The greatest deception is: that writers are intelligent
The greatest lessons are: learnt in the valley of despair
Everyday I: think about my father (RIP)
My mother: inspires and frustrates me in equal measure
I wish: that I didn’t waste so much time wishing for things
I should be: working on my latest novel, not doing this
I’m happiest: when I’m running
I’m not: as intense as people think I am
I shouldn’t: listen to people’s conversations on public transport, but I do
People: pretend to be intellectual when the first time they meet me. They soon realise it’s a futile eexercise
I say: ‘Not bothered’ at least 20x a day
The love of my life: is there such a thing?
My faith: inspires and perplexes me in equal measure
I want to: run faster. I haven’t run as fast and as long as I want ever since my ankle was injured in March 2006.
I want to: wear heels again. The same ankle that used to hold up 4 inch heels and many hours of solid dancing at a club now seems incapable of handling anything more than an inch since The Injury.
God is: Life. Jesus is: Bread. The Holy Spirit is: Parakletos
If I wasn’t a writer: I would be an aid worker
I don’t: understand why people think I’m strong-willed and opinionated. I mouth off, doesn’t everyone?
I: should’ve taught my mother how to use my computer when she asked me
I’m pissed because: last night I forgot the wild Alaskan smoked salmon I paid for at the supermarket
Yesterday: I hung out with my cousin after work.
This morning: I went for a short run
Tonight: I’m getting my eyebrows threaded before hurrying home to hang out with my two favourite aunties.
Tomorrow: I’m going to the gym, then my cousin’s. Then I’ll do some writing, and in the evening, I’ll hang out with a dear friend.
I don’t understand: why God created rats.
London is: Filthy. New York is: Energy. Nigeria is: Surreal
I must: stop saying ‘Gordon Bennet!’ every 5 minutes
Is this is it? And if it is…?
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