I went for a house party yesterday. It was a great time of mad fun. I danced my legs out, ate, networked and enjoyed the last part of the weekend before heading to Monday even though I could see Monday staring at me but I didn’t care. Let’s catch some fun before we head to that day of the week. We finished the house party pretty late and I got home and slept off just like that. I slept on my couch and didn’t even bother setting my usual alarm.

Work for me, starts by 8 am as I work with a consulting firm in Lagos, I live at Egbeda and work on the island so I set out very early by 4: 30 am most times just to beat traffic and be at work as early as possible. I felt without an iota of doubt it’s a Sunday evening, everyone is always Monday conscious on Sunday nights so you wouldn’t wake up late. Though this happened on the other side of my thoughts. Guess what, I was so fagged out of the party stress and was wasted to the extent that I didn’t wake up till 7 am this morning. Lawwwwd! I can’t cry. I don’t live in Bonny camp so I can’t rush down to work I mean I stay at Egbeda for Christ sake. How will I survive it?

As I rushed into the bathroom I discovered that I just couldn’t make it early to work, I called my seat partner and told her to fill in for me and gave the period excuse. I am sorry but how was I supposed to narrate that a party got me fagged out and I couldn’t meet up this morning? I just had to find something reasonable, it is a Monday morning. Who gets to work late without a reasonable stuff to say? I placed that in, thinking it could fly but I got to the bus stop, guess what? No bus! I wanted to die. Immediately, I ordered for an Uber, the Uber guy was coming from ikeja!  please? who sent me something evil this morning? Who did?

I had to wait for over 45 minutes at the bus stop before fighting a third world war to get on a bus and then as we started moving along the road, the bus stopped and couldn’t move again. I had to spend some minutes to get another bus and finally I made it to the office at about 11’am. on Monday! I couldn’t speak to anyone and even though I gave the period excuse this was just too much baggage that the real period wouldn’t have thrown at me.