Hive my bee hive of stories about life and corona in a 63 year old I'm not scared etc.
This isn't me but you can't know that.
On the 5th of April this year my mother called me and said she has cough, fever and diarrhea. I felt afraid because my mother is sixty three years old, she wouldn't survive this attack. So while her scared young Doctor thought of ways of calming her down, she said she had these symptoms on and off for years now, what's the big deal with corona.
Then I realized she was playing around. Then the woman who just almost gave me a heart attack started laughing at me, a COVID joke. I laughed too, it wasn't that funny but she got me good, I tried to warn her not make those types of jokes but I knew that won't be the last time.
Viktor Frankel, (26 March 1905 – 2 September 1997) a shrink who is well known for being a prisoner during the Holocaust, in his book -'meaning of life' wrote:
Humour was another of the soul’s weapons in the fight for self-preservation. It is well known that humour, more than anything else in the human make-up, can afford an aloofness and an ability to rise above any situation, even if only for a few seconds.
These times have come and will go like the last pandemic. However what will last forever are our memories. So let's not make them dark and uninteresting, like batman (come and get me DC fans! Batman couldn't be interesting even if he payed my attention!).
When I was a kid, I almost hung myself. My stupidity wasn't to blame this time, I was imitating my brother who was playing games with girls in the neighborhood. He was like 9 and I was 6 he pretended to hang himself so girls would be like 'don't do it'. So while he was gathering their attention with his fake suicide attempt, I raised the bar and my feet too.
I hung there with my feet slightly off the ground, my eyes red and a squil "help me". Boy, did I get all the love, the two girls rushed over and held me from both sides, then these groupies picked me up while my brother tried to cut the rope.
Trevor Noah, a renowned clown on stage (I would know, I'm an aspiring clown on paper) said:
There’s a condition kids suffer from, a compulsive
disorder that makes them do things they themselves don’t understand.
Sister goes as far as to say she doesn't warn her kids about anything, she just sees them about to do the thing and ignores the shit out them. Hang in there baby!
What I did when I was 6 wasn't because of a compulsive disorder, I wrote it so anyone reading this could connect, I was incorrect. Nobody can connect to that failed suicide attempt.
When it comes to the opposite sex, I'm like everyone else, we don't get along as well as we think we should. Quoting from T-pain's buy you a drink remix, “I like girls, they like me” but here is the problem. I don't like girls that like me, I don't keep the ones I don't like around me and the one's I like, I get cold feet around them and mess it up and if you calculated right, that leaves me with nobody.
Not every musician is going to make it. The wise ones usually have something on the side. My something on the side is medical school. The problem is medical school has a way of stealing all your time. So my side hustle has gradually become my main hustle. I'm a final year medical student to be precise so it's not that I'm to legit to quit, it just wouldn't make any sense to. My country doesn't want to graduate medical students even though I'm weeks away from graduating and becoming a musician.
In Nigeria, the CDC just updated the number of cases daily, like every other country world wide. The number of cases are 1095 and the number of recoveries are 208 The deaths are 32. Testing is gradually stepping up so we're seeing close to a hundred cases these days.
If this pandemic doesn't kill me. Then I'll be your fun update into the funnier side of life.
So there is me
Erica
Belemo
Karina
And others.
Enjoy your life time supply of stories you really never asked for.
