BABY

Hi. It's been a while since I blogged. This blog is supposed to be a diary but your girl has been too busy to write in a what is perceived as a school girl's play ground.
Reading my previous posts, I must admit it is somewhat shallow. All this crazy talk about love and its entrails. In as much as I want to project my intelligence on this blog, I won't as it is supposed to be a diary of a girl and not about serious talk but I must admit I'm so over love talks. I was younger but now older and wiser -- well, I'm still young :) -- I mean it's just over a year ago since I updated this blog last.

Baby? Was thinking of a title for today's post when something came to mind. Baby! Yes baby!
So lately, majority of my childhood and teen years friends have been going about town, gallantly flaunting their babies. Some cute ones and some really hideous ones I must admit *shrieks at the mental image I just had of one of the babies* :)

My mates have been having babies and of course, they get married first. Yes, I'm Nigerian and we don't go about having babies without getting married. I see the girls really happy -- living comfortably with nice husbands. And therefore this happiness reflects on these babies' well being.
With all of these, how can you not want to have your own baby?

Enters Linda, an old friend who is currently a working class sophisticated lady and in her early 20's. It's the weekend and of course salon visits are inevitable. Keys of a posh car being held by the index finger on her left hand just above the fashion ring on it, beside the big stoned engagement ring which now seems to be stuck to the middle finger (who would want to take that off anyways? :) ) and also next to the 24 carat gold wedding band on the fourth finger. Now, this is just the left hand.
On the right hand, a gold fashion ring on the index finger and an ordinary fashion ring on the middle finger.
But all I've mentioned isn't even close to the best part.
Right above the right ankle, just between the elbow pit and the ankle, a gold plated cylindical bar, already curved into a semi-rectangle, the both ends of the semi-rectangular cylindrical bar being attached to both sides of a finely layered mobile baby carrier.
A beautiful baby girl lies in with that cute smile and the occassional clapping of those tiny palms accompanied with baby laughter.

The air in the room is instantly occupied with the smell of babies. You know how lovely and pleasant that can be right? Well, unless the pampers gets busy :)
Acrylic odour disappearing as a more pleasant one takes over.

Aww. See why I want my own baby?! Well, can't have one without a man can I? I'm just done looking for this thing called love.
Maybe it's because I'm looking. So I'll let love find me. Want to get to feel those sparks that they feel in movies. :)
xx vanessa xx