My No Cash involved birthday gift : My BESTIE

Many friends have come and gone in my life, i don’t know how to stay in touch with friends but there is one friend that has been with me through the important times and the very stupid times.

Going to the university, I didn’t really think about having friends because I know I don’t know how to keep them so I tend not to think of any serious friendship but apparently God had plans to throw a very silly girl my way.

I met my best friend walking aimlessly around OGD hall.  The very first time I met her she had on a multicolored head tie, a yellow top and a jean skirt (as your personal fashion police, I am fining you in arrears) , I had to ask her about my other colleagues because I heard there was suppose to be a meeting , fortunately for me her boyfriend was in my department so she knew. Long story short we met again at block e( the venue of the meeting) we  exchanged  numbers and the rest is in my personal diary #Amebo..

I really haven’t done much for her in a while but this is basically a letter to her because I miss her #Nohomo

I can really do without you in my life (don’t feel too important) but I am so grateful that I don’t have to. I really don’t have to explain everything to you, not because you are so smart (lool) because you get everything. We are so in sync (Oya laugh and call me a wehrey girl). You make talking so easy for an introvert like me...i love you

Thanks for loving me on my horrible days. It is easy to be friends with someone on easy days, when everything is jolly and good but the real challenge is on stormy days, on bad days.  We have been through all those ‘dipo’  and ‘shoko’ phase and we are stronger than ever .

We are padis because when it is time to talk about God you are there, time to talk about our goals you are there, time for our horrible class and horrible lecturers you are there, time to talk about the boyfriends that we cant wait to get rid of you are there, time to talk about the guy YOU kissed you are there (trying not to get implicated), time to talk dirty like Samantha you are there…did I say ‘I love you’?!

With some friends you have to pretend and act like you are posh and cool when you are crazy uncomfortable but not with you. I have never felt uncomfortable with you probably because we are so in sync and we basically almost have the same brain content (loool, mine is sharper though). When we go to parties together it is always the best experience for me because I get to act like your Joan Rivers, we get to make fun of girls that haven’t crossed the border yet but they have accents, we get to admire that good looking guy, we get to bash the not so cute ones together. You get to drink and I get to take care of you (lool). I don’t have to worry about you at a family event because you are basically part of the family already so you are free to do whatever. I don’t have to worry about making the wrong remark about a touchy topic, I know you would understand.

We are padis cause I know you would support me out in public when I do something wrong like me not calling up our other friends  and you making the lamest excuse for me (lool) but afterwards you call me out on it in private. When I need to lie to my folks about something. You instantly turn to a PhD holder in Lieology ( you seriously had to add passports..Lmao).

We are padis because even if i don’t call or text or ping or buzz you for a long time, I don’t have to worry and make up any excuse cause
you understand that I am just that forgetful and you forgive me but not without calling me Mumu…if we don’t talk or see for a long time, it is nothing because when we see it is like we didn’t miss a beat and the gossiping starts immediately. Basic changes means nothing, you could love football, Olamide (thank God that phase is over), Bassey etc. and I would still be so in sync with you.

On a lighter note because we don’t do ‘serious', you are the one friend that knows how disarranged my room really looks like, how childish I can be when things aren’t going my way, every tiny detail on my crush/love life ( dear boyfriend, don’t even try to ask/bribe her ), how I look like in the morning (fine as Rihanna with make-up), how I look like naked ( I had to throw something nasty in there), how clueless i really am when it comes to books, how silly i joke around, how madly I am so obsessed with Drake, how much i so dislike the person I am  smiling with at any moment, my most hot/weird hook up moments( who else am I going to tell), my family in all their weirdness, where my offshore accounts are, how people really mis-read me, my weird food fetish, my pooping times, every stupid thing I have ever done …..i am tired of writing biko I am sure you can add to those …
We started out as roommates but turned into sisters well except when it comes to the mother aspect ( hehehe). There is a reassurance that I am not alone in this crazy weirdy world because I know that  I am not the only one who looks at the world in a certain way
In no particular order, Cheers to my children’s future God mother, my PA on my wedding day , my shoulder if I ever get dumped, my personal human diary, my confession booth if I add more stupid things to my regret list, my partner in crime and all bad vices, my sisto from another mama ..this story is getting too long and I don’t roll like this..
I love you and I really miss you plenty. They should just scrap NYSC for separating two sisters..