Last updated on October 17th, 2025 at 07:27 am
Since I saw Joe’s picture, I’ve been in full crush territory. I honestly think it’s a result of being bored, although that’s a convenient excuse. I can’t say that boredom has left me opening my WhatsApp more times than necessary just so I can possibly get a glimpse of someone. I’ve even been a little sad, just a tiny bit, that he hasn’t posted since then. I mean, it’s not like I’ve posted either since that other day. But doesn’t his work require him to post more often?
I’d been regretting not saving his pictures the other day, until one day it occurred to me that he must have an Instagram page. I went to his Instagram page and, lo and behold, I found even hotter pictures of him. It’s been my daily routine since then, spending some minutes on Joe’s page stalking him—not my proudest habit. Still, when I’m stressed, it’s been a particularly helpful habit.
I’ve also been thinking that maybe I want another chance at this love thing. Something good, something sweet, something supportive and different from what I’ve had—the only thing I’ve had. How to go about actualising this is a different kettle of fish. I mean, I’m open to the possibility, but it’s not an issue that demands urgency. My unstimulated, bland life is.
Thankfully, I’ve really been digging baking, which is why I know that my crush, if you can call it that, is not because I’m bored. I assumed that it was going to be harder but merely anticipating a tough pastry to tackle during the weekend leaves me excited all week; rolling the dough, getting the right shape, finding a balance between the contrasting textures… This, talking to my parents and Eliam, living with Zabby, and the most recent one, stalking Joe’s page, have been helping me.
Baking is an expensive hobby but maybe down the line I can make it into a business. For now, I want to soak up the feeling of learning something new and being creative. I promised my parents a pastry weekend and tomorrow, Friday, Zabby and I will drive to Enugu from Abuja. A little road trip. All in all, it’s been an exciting week for me. We’ve never driven home before. I already requested the day off at work, I’ll be working from home, in this case, from the road, but only a few tasks.
Zabby hasn’t been home in a while either, so when I told her my plan to go home for the weekend, she suggested a road trip. As soon as I get home—our own apartment—today after work, we have to do some cooking and snacks for the road, then I’ll pack the clothes and shoes that I got for Eliam. By six am tomorrow, we should be on the road. I’ve worked extra all week so that I have very little to do on Friday. Since Zabby will be driving, I should be able to get more done, but I can’t vouch for the network. Also, I just want to enjoy the trip.
Zabby has been disturbing me to learn how to drive, but as a self-acclaimed professional passenger princess, I prefer to be driven around. Maybe it’s from years of my parents driving me around or the fact that, as a passenger, I’m free to do whatever I want, I can’t tell, I only know that I’d rather be driven around than faced with the tedious task of driving. With Zabby on me now, this is becoming shaky but I’ll milk it until I can no longer get away with it.
