SQL SAGA vs OYINBO TECKIE?

My fellow blogarians,

first of all, thank you for those who stopped by for peppersoup and bournvita- londonbuki, bellanaija,calabargirl,favouredgirl,law_damsel, londonnaija girl,to mention a few- i apprectiate your nice comments...you guys will always make me return to blogville.

Today no easy at all... I left the house with an intention to look sober at work, not speak to OT and call up MR SQL for a definite answer.. ah ahn.. i must display my managerial skills now..

I walked into the client site and saw OT sat in one corner, his thick glasses staring at his PC ( i wonder if he was diagnosed as almost blind??).. he was engrossed... thank God.. i could just slip by and grab a seat without him seeing me.. na beans?? no be OT? he smells me from a mile.. he notices me.. his face lights up.. bimbylads.. wow.. u look fantastic.. your hair.. is it real?.. i hissed internally... i made my face look very solemn and serious... 'im fine OT. i have a lot of work to do today so please let me start my day in earnest...'

OT looks at me and chuckles in that annoying manner of his, 'awww.. bad time at home with the boyfie..? meen... i feel like sealing his mouth with atarodo infiltrated rat poison.. 'listen Bimbylads, ive told you,.. i will never give you hassle just come to me'.. he laughs that his disgusting laughter.. i notice he is wearing a hat! goodness.. how more irritating???...

by now, the clients personal secretary is staring at me and smiling an equally irritating smile at us... she had better not dare say anything otherwise, i will insult her with all the insults i saved for OT since 2006...

anyway, i manage to ignore OT and start working...

FIRST EMAIL is from SQL.. 'Hi bimbylads.. Just may have time.. need to double check.. email me monday to confirm.. the guy never says thanks or regards.. i make a mental note to report him to communications dept...


the day goes by without a grunt from OT.. i peep occasionally at him from my desk.. he doesn't even look up.. he is too engrossed.. a true teckie..

its 5 pm.. time to go home.. the moment I'm dreading.. OT shuts down his laptop and says.. 'hey.. its freezing cold.. wanna ride..?'
LAI LAI.. i will FREEZE instead.. make u come kill me for my mama! .. i look at him and gently refuse.. giving some excuse about my face needing the snow for freshness ....

so i sha trugged to the bus stop with my heavy laptop bag.. and waited for the bus.. and waited... and waited.. by now, all the hair for my body dey stand up... meeeen, it was cowllld..!!

suddenly, i saw a strikingly familiar land rover pull over...it was OT.. eeeeeehh.. how i go do am o.. i no wan make hin see me for this cold wey i jus dey shiver
like person wey e get fever... I had no choice, by now, he was horning like a mad man.. i walked to the car and he wound down his window.. meen, the blast of heat from that car first of all melted my brains...

'Bimby!! fancy seeing you like this! i offered you a ride didnt I? he chuckled that his increasingly annoying laughter again..his laughter sounded like someone had scracthed their nails on a black board..

kini gbo gbo nonsense yi sef?? where is chineze eyes when i need him most?
anyway, he offered to drop me at the station again.. and as the cold would have it.. i accepted..

as i stepped into his car, i saw him licking his lips ( or did I ? - gosh, i was becoming soo paranoid).. I started to mutter.. ' I Bimby Lads that dwelleth in the shelter of the most high...' ( psalm 91)...

the ride to the station was almost unbearable.. i sat at the edge of my seat through out.. unbearable but uneventful.. OT was just singing to one yeye rock song through out.. he didnt even talk to me.. just dropped me at the station without saying a word.. what a relief.. we agreed to meet at the client site next week..

Till then...
Temi ni tie ni tooto,
Bimby Lads