Been tagged. So the rules first…
1. We have to post these rules before we give you the facts.
2. Players start with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
3. People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.
4. At the end of your blog post, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.
5. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.
When I was a child I thought my mom was an angel. I told everyone at school. Reason was that everything she said would happen would happen. Like clockwork. Was always puzzled at how she could know so much before hand.
When I was a kid, I secretly believed that if ever there were a fight between my parents, my mom would so whoop my dad’s ass. When I grew up I was petrified to find that I was probably right.
I am a melancholic. That means I dwell on things for too long. I have these mood swings that scare me. I can have a spell of seven days or even a fortnight. So I like my space. I like to be left alone to read (escape from the real world and live in one where I can control fate) and to smile at people at a distance.
I was once an avid reader. Growing up blunted me a bit. But before that, I could get one of those 600 pagers and read it through the weekend. Meant staying in bed the whole day, cutting lunch and supper and having to douse the flames of anger when I didn’t want to turn off the lights just yet in the dorm. I grew up on the dirty literature of American writers like Jackie Collins. I was not spoilt by these bu-Ugandan girls, alo! I read Roots a week to my PLEs while everyone else crammed Science and SST into their heads. My first book was the Bible in the form of a great yellow book called My First Book of Bible Stories. Someone musta stole it along the way. Yeah, STOLE.
I am very loyal to my friends. I also have a few friends. I am not the life of the party and I don’t have lots of charisma. I like to hang on the sidelines and applaud for the real party animals. So when I promise to do some thing for a friend, even if it is a decade late, I will be haunted until I have fulfilled my promise. I don’t even have to tell them. Sometimes I promise myself that I will do something for someone and there begins my tossing and turning.
I have always been attracted to smart women. Many times, I realize later that the rest of the world does not think the woman in question is “hot” but that is nothing to me. I am not a fetish guy; or rather, my fetish is smarts. There’s something really fascinating about a woman who drops gems of wisdom like she was born to do it.
I have been propositioned by gay people. I have gay friends. There was a time in my life when I thought I could be in the closet. I am not gay.
Right now, I have no right to die. In a few weeks, if y’all are nice boys and girls, I’ll tell you more.
And in the words of Ivan, with these few words I thee tag
Some of you could have been tagged already. if this is the case, just laugh it off.