THREE... SO i went clubbing sha

When people want to say what temperament i am, they immediately call me a sanguine. Personally, i think that was true. Once. But now, i am a choleric.

And as my mum would ask, "ëko wo ni yen wa ko wa?" (so what lesson has this taught us?)

It makes a good opening for my clubbing gist!

I love my crabs (those born under the cancer sign) and i love Gbemi! So when she invited me out as she was being hosted by Chrome, i knew i had to go. But i also knew there would be sleeping involved.

See, Fridays for me are all about the evenings. I love Friday evenings and wish there more shows and things to do at that time. I say this because i love Friday sleep. I think the sleep i sleep on Friday nights is the least judgmental of them all. It allows you go for as long as you want. no alarms, no deadlines, nothing

And this Friday in particular was a stressful.

It had started simply enough, with work tucked out of the way by 11am. Then i began my journey to Isolo for my studio session with Sista Soul and Foza. The journey was fun, till we met some dude on steroids who put a dent in my car, not with his car, but with his fist. I shudder to think of what he would have done to me if i had dared come out of my car!

The session was excellent! I love working with Tintin my producer, and Sistasoul and Foza are uber talented and know their music!

So we worked quickly and practically easily, especially as Sistasoul had to get to a location urgently.

Add traffic and the rain, and the best laid plans were not so well laid afterall!

Let's get to the clubbing- by 6pm, i was contemplating taking a bike home. Five bikes later, i got home by 8pm and then realised, the shut-eye i thought i could get before getting ready for my partying was a pipe dream

I paint this picture so you will know just how tired i was.

One grey dress and brake-slamming-heavy-driving later, i was meeting up with friends before actually going to the club.

Never dress up before the other ladies ladies, you just sit, twiddling with your thumbs and watching your make up go flat while the others look like they just stepped out from a magazine!

The club was Chrome and it sure looked good. We got the VIP Treatment which meant a VIP Room and loads of champagne.

Yes, that's what a tired girl needs- alcohol.

Nevertheless, i went for a glass and enjoyed it. Only to be woken up by my friend Lamide, getting up to dance. Good thing about falling asleep while clubbing though- noone can hear you snore!

Well i soldiered on! Got up, danced, drank, hugged, air kissed, accidentally kissed, exchanged pins, stepped on my foot so i wouldn't sleep again....

And at 4am when we left, i gave myself a pat on the back. I, formerly of the party-till-6am-at-one-spot-get-some-amala-then-party-at-another-spot-till-8am fame could not go all night as i used to, but i still made it!

It was fun though! And i think i know the secret to clubbing again!

Don't call me 'aunty'

"Yes ma" "okay Aunty"

Kill me already

When i was a lot younger, i had cousins and family friends that could kill for the privilege of being called "aunty".

Back then, if you were even three years older than someone, you had to call them "uncle" or "aunty". I remember one cousin who used to make it such an issue and even reported my sister and i to our older and real aunties back then

Meetings after meetings with my parents, simply because we didn't call Taiwo "aunty"

I knew back then i was never going to love that word. Besides, from what i knew, your sister was someone who was...well, your sister. Not a stranger. And an aunty was the sister of either of your parents, not random people older than you.

These days, i get called "Aunty" and referred to as "Ma" by various people. Last week i was called "Lady"

And it ticks me off.

It is like with each "aunty" or "ma" they establish that i am old and they are not.

And maybe i am not scared of being old, but the truth is i am not allowed to be old in my profession. Well not yet anyway

The second you are old in this industry, you are put in a separate box. It doesn't matter if you still have the zeal, the talent, the drive.

So please, while i get used to this new phase of my life, while i get ready to say bye to the twenties, please do not call me aunty!

One

I do not know where it is written that we have to get older. But it happens. Actually, you will get older. How you accept it is up to you. And if this was a class, my resistance would earn me an F9.

When i was younger, i scoffed at those women who refused to get older. I assured myself that i would always be able to say my age to anyone, and would accept getting older with grace.

I suppose that is easier to say when you are twelve. What did i ever have to worry about then? Homework? Kai! I wish! No breasts? Got plenty now! Being chubby? Chubby is cute. What i am now is... well. Not cute sha. Somehow, fat at twelve is different from fat at twenty.

So i find myself about to become the women i laughed at. If i do not get my ish together. How to solve this problem?

I simply have to learn to love myself at any age. And stop worrying so much about how much i want to do and how little time there is. And enjoy myself. Because if there is something i have learnt by how much i missed by University days, it is that all you have is now, and you are creating the memories you live on as you age.

Do i really only want to remember my panicking?