Decades: Chunks of Time

The following conversation took place on Yahoo messenger this morning disgodkidd: bbuzz Dayda: hi kiddo Dayda: thanks for ur call disgodkidd: so wats up wit u? wht hv u been sick? disgodkidd: u there? disgodkidd: u there? Dayda: yeah Dayda: sorry Dayda: i had small fever Dayda: was overworkin myself Dayda: okay okay! Dayda: i admint Dayda: admit Dayda: i have alredy bn shouted on by my mum Dayda: my brother Dayda: and three friends Dayda: pls Dayda: i am tired Dayda: !!!! Dayda: i have done my hair now Dayda: and ordered new clothes Dayda: and i am dressing properly Dayda: i bot two pairs of shoes Dayda: ok? Dayda: *sigh Dayda: sorry for downloading Dayda: yes i was ill Dayda: how r u?

Its when you feel you are in a place where no one knows who you are that you meet the most unlikely person. Like just now. I have been ill, and everyone that knows me know that I dress according to how I feel. I am still very weak, so I was wearing baggy clothes and my hair was done in a 1960's weave - trust me, the do BELONGS to that era. I go to the bank to pay in some money into someone's account, only for me to meet one of my hip hop 'sistaz' from Unilag (that's university of Lagos, for those that don't know). She was all dolled up and looking good, and she actually had to glance back twice before my face clicked. I felt like disappearing into thin air! My major problem is that my body weight flunctuates. Today I'm 60, if I travel and/or go to the school dorm and move about more, I'll reduce to 55 or 56. 55 is actually my most recent slimmest. Its really annoying because the clothes I take to my destination usually end up being a big baggy after thr...