MCM and Noodles

So, I’m in front of my laptop contemplating how to start this post. That is, after long hours deliberating on the perfect catchy introduction. Well, after many false starts and brain racking hours, I’d like to take a moment to appreciate Wole Soyinka, Chinua Achebe, Cassandra Clare, Enid Blyton and all the other awesome authors that have shaped my diction, imagination and literary skills. Una do well. Because, I still have no idea where to start. Hian!!!!

                My breakfast of noodles and… you know what? Forget what’s inside the noodles, sef. It’s not like I’ll tell you that I put corned beef and turkey in there, somewhere. That would be too much information on a Monday. As I was saying, I’m here wondering whose MCM I am, and I just had to laugh at myself. In case you don’t know, MCM is Man Crush Monday, a term that’s come to be used for any guy that you like, admire, love, have a crush on or, approve of. On a Monday (obviously). Oya, back to the matter, I am nobody’s MCM, and trust me, I’ve checked. Checked my IG, Whatsapp, Facebook, even twitter sef. Nothing. Zip. Zilch. Nada.

                Is that fair, people? I’m not complaining oo. I’m just asking a question. I don’t care, anyways. And no, that was not a tear falling out of my eye, it’s the dust in here. I’ve now dedicated myself to finding out who everyone’s MCM’s are. I’m going to be happy for them.

                Now, I have to get back to my Noodles (fan has blown the thing cold sef). Go about your day, as usual. Don’t mind me again. When I have something to say again, I’ll pop up on your screen. Moral of today’s post is… who am I kidding? There’s no moral. I just wanted you to read. Oya, come and be going. Ciao. *wink wink*