Young, Female.MoreSeptember 7, 2010 | Oluwapelumi September 7, 2010 OluwapelumiMore Oh no, not again.I hate that sound. It goes off at 5.30am every week day, and even though it’s a jazz tune,my favorite, it totally gets on my nerves at this time of the morning. I got out of bedsluggishly, said my morning prayers, and walked lazily to my mirror to recite the chant thathad become part of my morning ritual.“My name is Abisola Johnson, I’m twenty eight years old. I’m beautiful, smart and priceless.I love God, my family and my friends. I’m a project consultant, and I love my job. I’m inlove with an investment banker, and I hope he marries me. My mission today is to put asmile on someone’s face.”Four years ago, I started this ritual. I’d gotten so swamped with my job at the time, that Ineeded to remind myself every morning who I was and what was going on in my life.Today was one of those days! I’m on a team that is managing a really big project for amultinational and we had a meeting with the stakeholders. Guess who got there late? As ifbeing forty five minutes late wasn’t bad enough, I walked in, my $300 Gucci shoes soundinglike hammers hitting through a wall! I think my skirt was a little too short, or else whywould everyone be staring at my legs? My intention was to come off as a confident youngprofessional but I felt like a street girl that couldn’t keep to time. All that was missing wasbubble gum.The meeting lasted two hours, and I was the first to disappear. I couldn’t handle a chatwith my boss. I hurried back to my office to prepare a report for him, and with the help ofGoogle, my Oxford dictionary and this wonderful brain, I came up with something fantastic.It was definitely good enough to make my boss forgive my morning drama.That done, I hurried to the private orphanage where I do some volunteer work, it wasmy turn to show up there and make the kids feel loved. I planned to stay for only twentyminutes before I dashed back to work, but the excitement of the kids stole my heart. Iwas trying to force some cereal down a baby’s throat when my phone beeped. It was Tunji(my investment banker), and the SMS said “lunch was good, thank you”. I raised my freehand to my head – I’d totally forgotten that we’d agreed to meet at our favorite restaurantfor lunch at 2pm. I looked up at the clock, it was past 4. I raced out of the orphanage likemy hair was on fire, headed straight to his office to apologize, and was told that he was ina meeting. After calling 500 times and sending 100 messages (I’m exaggerating) with noresponse, I gave up and headed back to work…Lagos traffic!There was no escaping my long-overdue query. I went straight to my boss’ office andwithout asking where I had been or why I was late for an important meeting earlier, hecomplimented my report. I sighed, my magic report had worked! At least I thought it haduntil I got to my desk, logged on to my computer and was greeted by a well-worded query.I smiled, I didn’t know where to start. I looked at my watch. 6pm. I shut down, packed mythings and hoped my job would be mine tomorrow.I headed to my dad’s house, I hadn’t seen him in two weeks. It’s tough having divorcedparents and trying to stay in both their lives. But that’s a story for another day.Its 11pm, Tunji is still mad at me, and my query is still waiting for an answer, but I’m goingto bed now. I’ll be up at 5.30am tomorrow, reminding myself that “I’m Abisola Johnson…”Oluwapelumi Comments (7) Water DamageKudos, I anticipate reading your upcoming posts. February 14, 2011 - 4:54 am Reply KelliThis blogpost is fantastic. January 29, 2011 - 11:20 pm Reply LucilleI precisely desired to say thanks again. I'm not certain the things I could possibly have achieved in the absence of the concepts contributed by you about my area of interest. Entirely was a daunting circumstance for me, but coming across a expert avenue you dealt with it forced me to cry for contentment. Extremely grateful for the advice and expect you are aware of a powerful job that you are accomplishing educating many people all through a site. I'm certain you've never come across all of us. January 26, 2011 - 12:09 pm Reply AnwulikaLove this cos i cud relate with this plus its a wake up call to remind myself of who I AM. tanx 4 sharing Abisola. September 7, 2010 - 7:08 pm Reply osioverburdened and reminding urself its good September 7, 2010 - 12:33 pm Reply osisuffering and reminding urself its good September 7, 2010 - 12:28 pm Reply osii like this. suffering and smiling September 7, 2010 - 12:27 pm Reply Leave a reply Cancel replyYour email address will not be published.