L'amour is on another level! A level of change.....[1st Edition]

hey guys,

How's everyone doing?? I hope your all having a good weekend? as for me, yours trully is chillaxn and trying to make summer plans!!! I don't know where to go on holiday! Like for real I dont't want to keep going to the same places for holiday (Naijj, Yankee, France, Dubai blah blah blah) I's getting bored! don't get me wrong, I love naijj o!!! upon all the corruption poverty nd crime! chillaxn at the Palms and being with family is the best but its all about CHANGE, its all about exploring new places, doing new things and meeting new people !! Suggestions on where L'armour should go on holiday this summer '08 are welcome!!! ( i beg una)

The weather's extremly sexy just how I like it, not too warm not too chilly lol but unfortunately i have some major spring cleaning to do...my room is an utter disgrace! as in I am too ashamed to bring anyone in..lol..apart from my boyrfriend ( who I will always be reffering to as Mr A in this blog)..

So in this post, I will be talking about change!....

"the process of becoming different"

Change is a dynamic. It can not be tamed or denied. Either you are going up, or you are going down! So ambition, creativity, hard work and investment need to be sustained,to become what you really want to become.

Things just don’t change without a catalyst to provoke the change. Change, like a yeast culture that needs to be fed. You have to provide the right environment for it to occur.

In my previous post, I mentioned that I am a generous person, infact a VERY generous person is an understatement and people often abuse this quality of mine....

One fine Thursday afternoon, I was in the libary studying for my psychology exam which was to take place on monday, when suddenly my phone rang....it was Mr A...the convo went like this

Mr A - baby!
L'armour - sup hun? (thinking why the hell is he calling me when he knows I am in the libary studying and is aware of how many chapters of my FAT psychology text book I have to read)
Mr A - Have you spoken to Angela today?
L'armour - No why are you asking? you know I am on the d-low for a bit..I have to get these exams over and done with...
Mr A- Yes I know but she called me and sounded really distressed and she wanted to talk to you urgently
L'armour- Urgently??...what's wrong with her...??? (confused)
Mr A- I don't know, she refused to tell me, so i told her I'd give you a call and tell you to call her!
L'armour - Ok babe, I'll call her!...don't forget to come pick me up at the lib at 6...fancy nandos???
Mr A- yh,ok, then 6 it is!
L'armour - byeee...lurhhv you !
Mr A- bye!

Angela (I call her Thumbolina..lol..another story)...was a friend of mine...we met at party in Reading, through a mutual friend of ours...I won't say we were bestfriends, I'll say more like "close" friends..but we did have our moments, when we had an argument we would both be so childish about it and do the whole "not talkn to you/ I don't care about you" thing...(now i look back and LOL lol)...I was always there whenever she needed me or knocked on my door or even facebook msgd me that there was a problem...once again, I look back, she never was really there for me, if ever I had a problem, she wasn't a fantastic friend! I wouldn't dream of calling her at 4am in the morning to tell her i had a huge argument with Mr A (the insults wey i go chop ehn..no be small) so I usually refrained from getting myself into that type of wahala..sha sha...i was nevertheless always there for her....

ok..moving on...so i called Angela....

L'armour - babes!! kilon pop?!! u called my husband?
Angela- Yeah...I did, where have you been?! I need your help
L'armour - shoot..whats wrong??..
Angela- I need to pay my rent, or else I'm getting kicked out by my friggin landlord..he's been on my neck for time now! and I am so broke..
L'armour- mehnn I'm a bit on the broke side now o...I wont even lie to you, you know if I had, I would gladly help you out...
Angela -*sobbing* mehnn L'armour I don't even know what to do! I've bn on the rough side lately..I need to move out and pay him, I dont have anywhere to stay...
L'armour- hmmm....*brainstorming* well I can't think of a solution to your problem right now O...but I am thinking..
Angela- Seriously, comitting sucide is starting to look like an option...
L'armour - Don't even go there!..Ok babes you know what..?? move in with me!
Angela - Your little cubicle'??
L'armour- Erhmmmm (see this idiot o..calling my room cubicle...ok now go and freeze on the streets, you landlord has not even started with you yet...pepper is still yet to come! oloriburuku...I'm doing you a favour, dont curse my room) take it or leave is babe..move in with me! I'm serious..
Angela- L'armour!!! (she sounding all happy!) when now??..I can start moving today O..sharp sharp!
L'armour - tommrow love, right now I'm in the lib, I have to study for my exams, jus start packing your stuff, me and Mr A will come help you out. then you can tell me how you got into this mess!
Angela - thank you darling, your a life saver and i love you so much
L'armour - Ok..anyway I'll talk to you, keep me posted aiight??
Angela- byee and thank you once more..

After hanging up, I thought to myself..lol..I jus technically evicted Mr A, as he usually spent most of his nights with me!..O well I'm sure he wouldn't mind..!

My place is a two bedroom apartment posted up in central London, nothing big, nothing special, my housemate is a lovely guy (gay) so yeah, he is really easy going and doesn't give me wahala ...and i don't think I give him wahala either lol :-)


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Fastfoward -

A coupla days later, Angela moved in with me...at first things were great, she never paid for anything, food, roof over her head, no gas bills, no nothing. I thought to myself, I was the one that suggested she come, I might as well go the extra mile and help her out.

Over the next day, weeks, months....(not yrs lol)
we shared almost everything, she knew alot about me and I knew reasonably alot about her too...

Suddenly she started behaving obnoxoius! never cleaned up after herself, never bothered to help out around the house!

even my housemate noticed and spoke to me about her. At first I didnt want to sound rude and tell her to leave, instead I spoke to her politely and asked her what plans she was making about her accomodation...I could sense she was a bit offended by what I had asked her (but hey...it had to be done at some point, this one that my flatmate is even complaining) but that wasn't the case at all (whethere i offended her or not). She promised she was getting herself sorted and would be gone by the end of the week. I asked if she had anywhere to go and she said yes.

Only if I had known...that yes silently meant - "No I have nowhere to go and I can tell I am becoming a pain in the ass but I will steal some of the little money you have and any other item i feel is valuable and get the fuck out of this shithole!"

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I got home on a friday afternoon after lectures and found a note from Angela...

"I'm honestly greatful for everything you have done for me"

Immediately, I knocked on Pablo's (my housemate) door (homeboy was getting jiggy with a chick o...*confused- i thought he was gay*

anyway..that could be discussed later!..lol...i screamed..have you seen Angela??...Pablo replied.."no I havn't...I jus got in and as u can see I am very busy!"...Ok thnx..and I slammed the door..

I quickly called Mr A - as I usually do whenever i'm worried (as in always)...asked him and he hadn't seen her either...

I started to rack my brain..where could this girl be o??....I hope she hasn't gone nd done something stupid.....!

To be Contd...

Sorry people..I have to bounce...something just came up...

-xxx-L'armour-xxx-