I think I’ve got a decent gig: I got a job that pays me way, way more than I’m worth, that sends me out to Bangkok 2 or 3 times a year, for a week or 2 each time. While I’m there, I have 2 or 3 meetings a week, which last about an hour or 2. The rest of the time I have free.
Allow me to start on a low note and finish high.
Not trying to take rice out of anyone’s bowl, but can someone please put a fork in the Nana disco-it’s done. It’s just so sad to see the servers out front, dressed in non-partisan blue (non-partisan here anyway), weakly trying to hand out valueless fliers to people who don’t want them.
‘Till Death do us part”… (or until we get bored) was looking like a something said in vein when my big Brother called up and said that he and his wife were splitting. When I mentioned the ‘death till you part’ bit that I heard him proudly say (for the second time) in that little chapel of love 5 years previously, the phone went silent whilst my Bro weighed up the options of burying her in the garden. With good behaviour and parole, he could be out long before the divorce and maintenance payments were finalized….
With most failed relationships, there is a period of time where in that period, you are tempted and maybe even convince yourself that you are doing the wrong thing, and that you should try again. Several things can end this ‘period’. Finding a Nigerian man moving in with her would be one. There are many scenarios to be chosen, but until one ‘moves on’, then you are still very much attached.