Manny & the Brain – 20.03.18

One of those internal conversations..


Gets into a maruwa (tricycle) at night, going home from work..

Brain: Manuella, stop laughing for no reason, like an idiot โ˜น๏ธ.
Me: Leave me alone ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ™„.
Brain: You do realise that you’re the only passenger in the maruwa, no ๐Ÿ˜ฅ? And it’s an open vehicle; anyone can see you laughing with no one beside you ๐Ÿ˜ถ.
Me: Fine ๐Ÿ™„.
Brain: Lord, help me out here, please ๐Ÿ˜“โ˜น๏ธ.

Me: You know you luhhhhhhhhhh me ๐Ÿ˜ป๐Ÿ˜‚.
Brain: ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜.

I do have a lot of apologising to do, I know ๐Ÿ™ˆ๐Ÿ™Š. I’ve been MIA without notice and I haven’t put anything up in what now feels like forever ๐Ÿ™ˆ.

I don’t know from where I got the idea that I need to have a full-bodied (intro, body and conclusion) and lengthy write-up before I publish a post ๐Ÿ˜•. Beause I have loads of this kind of posts just sitting around!

Anyhoo, I’ve got more crazies than I can contain, and I’d love to share them with you ๐Ÿ˜ป (no, I’m not really lovestruck. I was just caught up in the moment ๐Ÿ‘€).

So, what I’m saying is that I should be doing more of these kinds of random (unplanned) posts ๐ŸŒ.

Watches the conductor sat beside me as he brushes his fingers past all the good 100 naira notes and hands me my change. One look at it and I hand it right back for him to change it. Me: O de wa owo to ti yani yakuya, o de gbe fun mi ๐Ÿ™„. O ti ri arindin ๐Ÿ˜’. (And he looked for money that was horrendously mutilated, and he gave it to me ๐Ÿ™„. He has seen a dunce ๐Ÿ˜’.)
Brain: ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚.
Me: It’s not funny o. Stop laughing ๐Ÿ™„.
Brain: ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿคฃ.
Me: ๐Ÿ™„๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚. Oh, Lord!

Ze End!

One Tuesday Morning..

When public transport that never works in your favour particularly targets you on a work morning

After waiting 20-something minutes at the bus stop for a red bus, my colleague whom I was sure must have left already gradually appeared in the distance. He had come to join me in the wait.

Some few minutes later, after internally contemplating taking a yellow bus (danfo) and ready to jump on the one that had just stopped in my front, my colleague snapped me out of my deliberation and flagged down a red bus. Yes! ๐Ÿ’ƒ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ’ƒ๐Ÿพ A red bus finally turned up ๐Ÿ˜ญ! Ketu-Ojota-Mile12-Sabo-Koodu-GRA! ๐Ÿ˜ป๐Ÿ˜ป
The b
-more–>Ojota. Not a single moment of regret ๐Ÿ˜Œ.

Cross the overhead bridge to the other side and get on a connecting bus. No trouble. I do this everyday, no? Surely, God wonโ€™t let anyone spoil my joy this morning.

So I got on an unfortunately snail-ish connecting bus and a few minutes in: O ga o ๐Ÿ™„! Eleyi na ma tun bole ni Radio ๐Ÿ˜’ (So this one too will get off at Radio). After stopping at pretty much every bus stop on that seemingly infinite Kudirat Abiola road, the man who gently sat in my front got the glare of life from behind when he said he was going to stop at the first bus stop on the next road.

From that point on, people got off at nearly every stop ๐Ÿ˜ฉ.. until I heard a funny sound with different volumes and turned back to see my colleague swiftly move across the seat, away from the window. Have you heard when a pump is being played with and someone keeps letting air out and blocking the hose in short, quick successions? That was the sound. The bus gradually slowed down and, lo and behold, the tyre had gone flat ๐Ÿ™†๐Ÿพ. Completely flat ๐Ÿ˜.

What?! Me that has been complaining about the speed and about all the people getting off at all the bus stops since! The tyre now decides to go flat ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ™„! Which time am I not going to get to work late like this, o Lord ๐Ÿ˜ซ! Why, oh why ๐Ÿ˜ญ?

I started looking around to see what alternatives were nearby, since I was now only two stops away from my destinationโ€™s bus stop. The conductor took us to the nearest bus stop โ€” which was thankfully a few feet in front โ€” and got a bus to carry us all.

Until I got to my stop, I was thinking about how the conductor of the bus we were now in dared not ask us for money ๐Ÿ™„. After we had paid 100 naira for the entire journey, that one will now ask us to pay 50 naira again ๐Ÿ™„. Nonsense and rubbish. As if we were the ones who deflated the tyre. Mschew.

So I heard my bus stop and I said โ€œO waโ€. I got down and kept a steady side eye in case I heard โ€œOwo da?โ€ ๐Ÿ™„. Money ko! Na me say make tyre buss for road? Or una no sabi una sef ๐Ÿ˜’.

Whew! I looked at the time; 08:05. ๐Ÿ˜ฎ๐Ÿ˜ƒ chei!! I cannot believe it!! God, thank you o!

Next stop: the entrance of the office estate gate. Bikes waiting: 0 ๐Ÿ˜ฒ. Maruwas ready to go: loading โ˜น๏ธ. ๐Ÿ˜ข๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ซ๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿพโ€โ™€๏ธ Manuella, give up. Last last, youโ€™ll be 10 minutes late.

Whew! Thatโ€™s it for now guys ๐Ÿ˜. Thanks for reading ๐Ÿ˜˜!

Credit Alert: X Megawatts of Explosive Anger Transmission

Donโ€™t offload volcanoes of your anger on others; it actually burns.

Did you know that when you get angry and you go about your regular activities, thereโ€™s greater room for error, and for things to fall apart?

Did you also know that when in your anger, you talk to others, you are likely to say or do something to someone that will harm that personโ€™s morale and/or whatever relationship you have with the person?

Most people relate these scenarios to romantic relationships. I think weโ€™ve heard enough of those warnings. This one is for the casual, work and other non-romantic relationships that you probably donโ€™t think of, or are indifferent about. 

Iโ€™ve witnessed people who have a good thing going with people theyโ€™re associated with, ruin it because of their anger. Thereโ€™s nothing laudable about ruining someone elseโ€™s mood or day with your anger, especially when itโ€™s explosive. 

If one person of event pissed you off, thereโ€™s absolutely no reason to transfer your anger on other people around you. 

Some people can take other peopleโ€™s heat; some react by doing nothing and ignoring the agitated person, others retaliate by dishing it back fire for fire. Others cannot handle that heat; they cower and become sullen in disposition. Someone might have just found light at the end of a seemingly endless tunnel, and you just come yelling at the top of your voice, finding faults with things that arenโ€™t necessarily faulty or worthy of fault-finding. In case you didnโ€™t know, itโ€™s nearly impossible that youโ€™ve not just thrown darkness over that newfound light. 

Imaginably so, itโ€™s a very selfish thing to ruin other peopleโ€™s moods because youโ€™ve just had your bubble burst and youโ€™re exploding with red. A lot of us who are naturally short-tempered typically have a hard time controlling our quick-to-rise anger. One thing that works โ€“ for me, at least โ€“ is to quietly find a quiet space and either vent out or relax until we actually cool off. Walking about and engaging people and activities is a surefire way to transfer anger or frustration. 

Some of us offload a volcano on others when weโ€™re angry and wonder why theyโ€™re not talking to us, theyโ€™re afraid of us, avoiding us or offended by our attempts to engage them. It is my opinion that if you think much of a person or the relationship you have with them, you will not have a go at them in your moment of anger. If anything, seeing them soothes your anger. So, if youโ€™re offloading your temper on people that are supposedly important to you for whatever reason, youโ€™re doing something wrong. You need to put a lid on your temper and how you handle it. 

Donโ€™t take your anger, aggression or frustration out on others. Itโ€™s distasteful; itโ€™s immature, actually; itโ€™s destructive in ways beyond your understanding and imagination; itโ€™s deplorable. I donโ€™t see the remedy or mitigation in transferring the heat of your temper on others, when you can avoid it in the first place. All you have to do is keep your mouth sealed โ€“ since itโ€™s the vent for your temper โ€“ and isolate yourself until you cool off. 

Until you see me again, โœŒ๐Ÿพ I โ™ฅ๏ธ you!