An Irritated Damsel

 Two years ago i wrote a post about my encounter with a cab driver who did not know how to handle his car. However, there was nothing i could do because it was his car, he had a say in how it was handled.

Last week, one of my radiator fans decided to go on strike while i was on my way home. This would have been all dandy because my office is a 15 minute drive from my house. However, that particular day, every Tom, Dick and Harry was on the road. Result? Traffic Jam of the century. I ended up spending 2 hours on the road.

The temperature measure on my dashboard was blinking red. Honestly, a part of me thought my car would explode stuck between a beetle and a golf. A beetle…I would have preferred a Porsche and a Lamborghini, i would have died happy.

I had to battle my way out and unto an empty street. All i had to do was wait for the radiator to cool down, put some water in and drive home. Simple right? Wrong.

After i opened my bonnet, I waited under a tree. Four cars stopped to ask if i needed help, i told them i had it under control. Out of nowhere, this man appeared. “Oh, i see you have some problem, let me help”

“No thank you sir, i have it under control” i replied

“No! i insist, let me help you” he cut me short

I told him i was waiting for the radiator to cool down so i could pour water. I hoped this would let him know he wasn’t needed. I was wrong. He went on to tell me i did not know what i was doing. Said all i had to do was fix the fan. He then proceeded to fiddle around my engine. All i could think of was that this weirdo was going to spoil my engine and then kill me. I looked around for help but there was no one in sight. I begged him to leave my car and three times he hushed me.

When i felt the car was cool enough, i tried to pour water in the radiator but he promptly seized the bottle and proceeded to open the part that held the hydrolic fluid.

I screamed and seized my bottle, poured it into the correct place and closed my bonnet. “You are spoiling your car” he complained as i was pouring the water. I ignored him, got in my car and drove off. I attract the weirdest people.

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Moving

Due to complaints of difficulty to read and update my blog from my mobile phone, i have decided to move. The new address is          temmyno1.wordpress.com

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Afraid of the dark

It was 2am and the house was quiet. Ironically, the wind outside my window fought to come in. The whistling sound it made seeped through and engulfed me where i lay on my bed. I was too old to be scared of the dark but too young to be unafraid. The power was out again. My room was getting hotter by the second. Opening my window would bring the Sahara dessert floating into my room. My only option was to go downstairs and turn on the generator. 

I contemplated braving the heat and falling asleep. Discomfort wouldn't let me. As thoughts of walking through the darkness swept through my head, my door crashed open. Silent screams are the loudest. Logic said there was an open window in the house. My eyes disagreed. I had seen the shadow run across the hallway.  "Nonso, you're too old for this" i told myself repeatedly. I got up and walked slowly towards my room door, there was a crash.

The door had shut with as much force as it had opened. I jumped back. Living alone had enabled me learn every noise familiar with my house. Tonight, i heard none of those noises. My neighbor's floodlight cast light on my bed. The rest of my room was dark. The rechargeable lamp was downstairs, my phone battery had died an hour ago. i had to feel my way to my room door. I finally felt it and flinched as i grabbed the cold metal handle. I opened the door and walked into the hallway. 

I had barely taken two steps when i heard something fall at the end of the hallway. That was the direction of the stairs. It sounded heavy. I took a reflex step back towards my room. That was my safe point. Everything beyond my doorway seemed unknown. I did the sign of the cross and walked forward. The closer i got to the  stairs, the faster my heart beat. At this rate i would surely die from a heart attack before i reached the stairs. 

I felt my way in the dark like a blind man and finally felt the stair railing. I wrapped both palms around it and i had already taken my first step down before i screamed...

The Zodiac side of things

I was born a Virgo. To most people, this is just a Sign for people born between August 23rd and September 22nd. To me, this is my character. I can watch a person, how they interact with other people, listen to what they say and come up with their Zodiac sign. Its really easy actually. Each Zodiac has certain characteristics peculiar to them. Whenever i come in contact with someone, i can learn to handle them better based on their Zodiac.

Virgos are fussy. We are the ones adjusting the masterpiece even after its put on display. Criticism is our way of correcting the faults in the world. Give a Virgo perfection and they will find a flaw. To outsiders, this is irritating. To us, everything can be better. Obsessive Compulsive behavior. Shrewd Virgo is always worrying about everything. Spontaneity is our kryptonite.  We love to plan ahead...every single detail. However, a Virgo is very reliable. They may hate handling leadership positions because as a subordinate,  they work amazingly well. Imagine having a Virgo as a secretary. Incredible. Wit and Sarcasm are free services we offer.

Two signs that seem to fit perfectly with us are Capricorn and Taurus.

You want to have us in the palm of your hands?
1) Leave everything neat and tidy
2) Throw us practical problems and we'll solve them like a calculator
3) Avoid emotional problems. You will get no remorse here but only a practical solution.
4) We may be very negative but please don't bring your negativity around us.
5) Be in control....do not command ....be in control.