>A Step In The Right Direction



So, I finally submitted my proposal to my professor this morning…

After all my yarns about finishing it on time and all that shit, I still wasn’t done with it by yesterday morning. Imagine the shock and horror I felt when I walked into class yesterday morning, and I saw my professor standing right there… the man had been outta town for two weeks, cos his elder brother died. So he ran out. That was what had been saving me cos I know that if he’d been around, I’d have gotten a good tongue lashing or two for not having it ready.

And the truth is that I’d have deserved it. I spent the entire weekend in Gidi, getting up to some good old nefarious activities, and pursuing carefree hedonism (all that is simply big English to say that I spent the entire weekend catching trips) and my back has the scars to prove it.

Anyways, so I show up to class, and he’s there. So at the end of the class I mumble some story about not knowing that he’d be around, and I’d have it printed and on his desk by 11am the next morning.

Needless to say, I was gonna be awake quite late trying to finish up. So, I worked late, mixed up with late night, long chats with one cute lil’ thing that I’ve been chatting with recently (quite a charming girl…pity I’m not accepting relationship applications for now), and I finished my proposal sometime around 3am…

I turned it in, half expecting him to send me back. But then, he starts reading, and he’s nodding, making a few adjustments here and there, and then he goes “this is very good. You can move on to chapter 1.”


So, after a quite interesting weekend, and this….I’m as happy as a puppy with two tails….

Big ups to Shawty, Khems and Le Beau for being so encouraging…I totally appreciate it…

Anyways…I just felt like cranking out a lil something…I have a couple of things I’m trying to write about. One’s called “Female Mythology”. It’s about Nigerian women and the misconception they have about Nigerian men…the other…I don’t know what it’s called yet. I don’t even know if it’s prose or poetry…all I know is that it’s quite angry, and it’s about Nigeria… I might even write about the scare I got this weekend…

Gotta go now…I’ve got a class…

Peace, love and soul.

About The Capoeira Panda

Panda makes his home in the world of words and metaphors. In the hopes to be more than just a confused blogger, he currently works as the editor for an ecommerce company that was good enough to hire him, and lives with his flat mates & two imaginary dogs who get along just fine. He enjoys reading good books, writing, relaxing with his friends, & poking fun at his mother over the phone. When he's not doing any of these, he sometimes sits back and wonders why anyone expects to learn anything useful about him by reading this bio. View all posts by The Capoeira Panda

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