The Emotional me

I used to be a very emotional person. Believe me when I say very emotional, I mean hyper, super mega emotional. I cried so easily one would have thought that I had a pool of water just behind my eyelids. Every little incident would leave me trying to blink back tears and in most cases this failed woefully. I’d cry myself out. It was so bad.

The story of the dirty old man

In my third year of university studies, I had to write a long essay. I was studying to obtain a Bachelor of Science degree in Accountancy and naturally, my essay was supposed to have something to do with Finance. Therefore I had to pick up one or two companies to do my research. Having grown up and spent most of my life in the South West Region of Cameroon, it only made sense that I pick a company which was close to both home and school. A company which wouldn’t cost me much in terms of travelling to and fro for interviews and the like. And so I chose the biggest agro-industrial company in Cameroon. After obtaining the necessary authorisations, I set to work.

My (Ex)Boyfriends

Yes, the topic seems like I have a ton of them. But not really. I am not referring to lovers in this write-up but to people I’ve dated. I am single at the moment. Meanwhile they are all married (not sure about *Solomon whom I have not heard of in 9 years), not that I wish they’d married me but sometimes, I reflect on what my life would be if we hadn’t crossed paths. I wonder if some of the things happening to me now are as a result of the poor decisions I made in deciding to date these guys. Would my life be any different at this time if I’d never met these men?

Subtle Signs

It's been 10 whole months since I last wrote anything. Time really flies but the good news is I'm still alive. Work has been hectic and with my home too, I barely find time to write. I've promised myself to write atleast a note a day. God help me!