BARBIE TEE’s Diary | Ms WakaWaka Is Back — Mr Americana Saga Continues!

I dey on my knees oh, and if you no tell me to stand up, I no go stand up; in fact, as my punishment, na on top my knees I go write today’s blog! News has gone around… people don talk tire, in fact people wey no know before don know now say them dey find Barbie Tee. So many stories, some people talk say if “she” don waka go where I no suppose waka go and she fit don peme—God forbid!

Some people talk say I fit don follow Mr Tokunbo back to America—I wish! Some people talk say I fit don make New Year resolution about not sharing my experiences again… but no worry my people, all na lie; I still dey kampe for una, me no go anywhere. New Year come over jolly enter my brain but now my head don snap back to normal.

So first of all, my people, I wish you all a happy new year. My prayer for all of una dis year be say “all the good things wey run comot last year go find their way back to you, and if there is something better in stock for you, na for this year 2014 you go jam that better something.” And now wey the year no new again, reality don dey strike as people don dey forget the resolutions wey them make.

I wan go back to my philosophical side, give una one advice wey go work for una throughout the year, in fact you will come back and thank me later… the advice be say: anything wey you sabi do well, make you dey do am dey go oh, as long as it doesn’t affect anybody negatively. No stop at all, don’t listen to any condemning body, they are just there to distract you from getting to the destination called success. As long as you know that you have passion for something, keep doing it and don’t stop at all, even if you are not getting results yet, as long as you are determined, you will get the result one day.

And as for me, sexy Barbie Tee aka Miss WakaWaka, the only person wey don travel pass Ajala wey don travel round the world, I don know tey tey—in fact, since my mama born me—say my passion na to dey waka waka, and I go step up for my waka this new year. I never know where the waka waka go carry me but I no say na better e go be at the end, so make nobody try to condemn my waka waka passion oh because no be your leg I dey take waka!

Now on to today’s story… you remember how I went to the Christmas party that my Oga organized hoping to see his son there, and I’m sure you didn’t forget the big disappointment I got when I found out he had gone to Calabar… anyways, Christmas waka and Boxing Day waka go like that and upon the disappointment, I still ensured that I had fun. So, it was a day after the Boxing Day, which was a Friday, that I want to gist you about….

After all the partying and boozing, I decided not to go to the office; I would just lie that I had to travel… but it was my oga’s call that woke me that morning. And before I could play out the lie I had recorded in my head, he told me to come to the office, saying that he needed me to sort out some documents.

Reluctantly I stood up from bed and got dressed, I decided to wear an Ankara dress as it was a Friday and we are still in the festive period. I was too tired to wear makeup, so I just used a simple lip gloss and wore a flat sandal to compliment my Ankara—my leg ached from the entire high heels I wore the previous day… I sha managed to spray a perfume and pack my hair—God knows I was tired and I would give anything to my oga just to have the day to rest.

I got to the bus stop and took a cab, I don’t want to go and doze off in a bus and have the bus carry me pass my bus stop. When I got to work, I can say that I used the remaining strength in me to climb the staircase to my office… but when I stepped into the office, something I saw made all the tiredness disappear! In fact, my eyes got very alert like I just woke from the rest I wanted, because seated on my chair—yes, on my chair—was my oga’s son, and he was looking as handsome as ever.

I started regretting that I didn’t take more care with my dressing, I should have worn something finer, I should have used make up and sprayed more cologne… and what was I thinking by wearing a flat sandal? And the bra I had on wasn’t one of those super push up bras in my collection; oh why Mr Tokunbo?! Why did you have to choose today to walk into my life—no, sorry—my office?!

Actually wished I had this with me... "take a picture, Mr Tokunbo"

He looked up and smiled at me and I can swear that my legs turned to jelly, my hand bag was the only thing I held on to for strength… butterflies were dancing “skelewu” in my tummy; I was mesmerized. Then he stood up and made a gesture to shake my hand, to which I stretched my hand in response, and when our hands connected, my heart did a triple jump that could win an Olympic gold medal. I managed and stammered a word of greeting, and I instantly heard my oga’s voice, to which I turned around and greeted him.

My other colleagues were not around, so I had lots to do. My oga assigned file searching and mail sending work to me, and I immediately set to work. All the while, I was stealing little glances at Mr Tokunbo who had his laptop on my desk and was so engrossed in what he was doing on it, which made it so fun for me to steal little glances without getting caught. The scene went on like that and I found myself thanking God that my oga chose me to come and assist him with the work.

I was still engrossed in my work when one of my oga’s friend came in, greeted us and made a comment about seeing me in Ankara for the first time. Oga’s son looked up, smiled and to knock me out, he said “it looks good on her.” You should have seen me as I was smiling like a new bride and thinking, “Today is turning out really good oh; I did not only see my biggest crush, he also gave me a compliment.”

My oga ordered lunch for us, and after I finished my work, he told me I could go home. For the first time in a long time, I am leaving work a happy person… Mr Tokunbo might have just said a few words to me, but I was so sure that he had finally noticed me! And for him to compliment my look, that is a big move from nothing to something; I am making progress! “Come and join me sing hallelujah, Jehovah Jireh has done me well….” *laughs* don’t mind me.

"Hallelujah!"

So, that day I went home really happy. In fact, I didn’t even pay attention to my bad belle neighbor Iya Sikira when I got home; she hissed and eyed me as usual but I didn’t even send her this time—no one, and not even her, can spoil my new found joy!

I entered my room, cooked myself a nice meal—something I don’t usually do—then sat down on my small couch to watch an home video I’ve been wanting to watch, before I start making my next plan on how to get Mr Tokunbo… let me still enjoy the small success.

And I must have slept off as the sound of my phone ringing woke—startled, I mean—me up. When I checked the phone, it was “My Oga calling…” but why would he be calling at that time? I knew he couldn’t have told me to come back to the office… but when I picked the phone, it was not my oga at all. In fact, the person didn’t sound like the oga I have been working for; it was who I wished it was… and by the introduction, he did confirm it, “Hello … this is Tokunbo Richards.”

Barbie Tee