I looked at my old posts and found out so much about my old life thatI never rily got a chance to think about these days cos of all the goings-on. I see the end! Yes I do! My last IB exam is on tuesday and today is Sunday...the relief is actually present already...maybe not because my body is being fooled that my own problems are over after seeing all the French guys hover around jobless after finishing theirs, but because chemistry my worst fear has successfully been countered (maybe not in such a succesful way tho!) It was Baba's bday on the 18th...the day I had the chemistry papers....I thought I might get some of his chem energy radiated my way (the chemical Eng. PhD holder in the house) apprently not...cos I KNOW that paper was not of my greatest outputs in NE way...to say it at the least. I do know that the past 4 weeks albeit seeming like the longest period of my life have gone by almost like a breeze. and I know that I have thoroughly enjoyed every second of it. Dancing to "hips don't lie" and "pon de replay" in Noryang's room, spending so much time with all my dear friends here in the village, watching movies, cooking, studying mad late nights with Mpume (who is anally fixated by the way!...*private joke*), losing Hamilton, and then regaining it again due to the help of one of the greatest friends that life could ever offer me...and then having to face drama occurence because of the "way" that I portrayed the stories to other guys, and of course not forgetting Aunt Fati's eventful naming ceremony. In all these experiences I have learnt a great many lessons, prayed for more patience, and have revisited my religious times. I have found love (not the first time!), and have learnt to love every minute you have one you truly care for with you..for I dread the day Noryang would walk out of Pesta and can never go back to open the door of her room so we can dance to Shakira and eat noodles and study, or eat thai sweet chilli or chow mein, or bid for hours on ebay for crazy stuff, or eat chocolate and mints, or talk with the mad boy from Tibet chat ("I love you....like a big sister"....LMAO!!...). To think that I would have no new look or bay or dorothy perkins partner anymore...or that I wouldn be able to carry my mirror to her room to see the plait I had just done at the back of my head.

There are moments I know when I would actually love to pause life...and enjoy it some more, and then some more and more..Like lighthouse fam said "sometimes we catch a glimpse of perfect happiness"....but its nothin more than a glimpse...out of the supernatural...until the reality comes to forcefully jolt you back in terms with it. The same way I am enjoying typing this so much and it is urging me to remember that I have my spanish exam in two days...I should be typing this in Spanish but then not many would understand it nor know that they might be able to take it to free translation and find out the meaning...as I have often done for numerous assignments from Leon. It is at great landmarks in one's life that one is reminded of the point that we do get to achieve some of those goals we eagerly look forward to. I remember how we would talk about finishing the IB last year...never having to go to College nemore...or climbing up the hill...or having to fight to stay awake at double Psychology on wednesday mornings and afternoons because it was the middle of the week and you had lost so much sleep already, having to feel guilty at not showing up at Gill Ball's tuesday morning chemistry classes because you knew that that 7 40 bus was just an impossibility, having to run down the hill and burning all the breakfast that had gone down hurriedly anyway! and I think that I dont have to do that now...nor will I ever do it again...at least not in the genuine sense and I think that I would love to record that feeling and replay it once again some other time, and then feel every feeling that I felt at that exact time.

I know now that my best time of the day is dawn...the time when you feel you can get in touch with God...or the time when you tend to understand the most chemistry...when you can laugh with Mpume and ask him to get you a cold cup of milk without sugar and ask for ONE slice of bread with peanut butter, and he can come back with four slices with chocolate spread and a hot cup of milk and ALL of the sugar in the world claiming that that was what he had heard. I have had a many great experiences in my life and I would NEVER trade them for money, gold, or riches...meeting people like Bash and his tongue twisting Yoruba Orikis...I love all of my friends (or maybe this is the effect of dawn, which is so beautiful outside my window, and Phil Collins that I'm listening to right now that think so!), and the Pesta experience..no matter how I crush it with the lashing words of my tongue! I enjoy the cooking, the affection, and all the stories we share together....every second of my 2 years very well spent...all in the line of destiny Allah planned out for me.

Of course in the past seven weeks now there has been my dear...my dear dear dear...lol...and there have been the loveliest of times with him; his funny self, his Congolese impersonation, and his sensitivity...all add to make these one of the best times of my life...and I know there have been days when I have thought about him EVERY single hour.....and it all seems natural...like something that was meant to be....even though I wouldn have dreamt of it in a million years.

Then there's this incredibly odd feeling as these are the last days of my teenage-hood, and now I can never be silly nemore...i have to assume roles of responsibility (not like I don't have a million already!) ...I am probably not allowed to cry at the airport nemore...not allowed to miss home like I would love to (or hate to!) or hate partings and difficult situations, or times that were out of the ordinary, cyclic, and continuous life that I love to live. Liz was so surprised about the way I had taken the news with Hamilton...I don't know y I wasn surprised myself...I wanted so desperately to be...but I knew I had to be strong because if we were both weak then there was no point was there? and of course my strength brought it back to me as well! I HAVE learnt quite a lot...and sometimes I begin to see my mother in me...and that is one of the best feelings ever!

To think that in a week it would be exactly 2 months! I know I do not want to stop counting the months or years yet...i hope that as I grow shall the time grow...and then shall it invariably become a part of me...in all of the beautiful ways that it possibly could or would.

I know now that to enjoy life is not have many of the material things (and believe me when I say that!...lol) but to take the time to find the people that would help in making it work for u....and then remembering that every moment u spend with them will never be relived...and the joy will only last for as long as it takes you to remember that moment in every detail at that exact time. I hope that I will love and dislike the trials of my life. I hope that I will grow to make the right decisions. I hope that I will grow to look back at my yesterday and be awfully proud that I was me and made friends with the people that I did. I hope that I will keep loving music and the soothing effect it has on me...... as it drenches me in the pure strawberry sweetness of life!

The life of Miss Oyekan................