Qatchie

I once spent an entire work meeting pretending I had a serious back problem because my period had leaked through my pants. It started during a Monday morning staff meeting. I was sitting beside my manager when I felt that familiar warm sensation. I knew immediately. I quietly pulled my sweater down and spent the next 20 minutes sitting as still as a statue. Then my manager announced that everyone should stand up and introduce themselves to the new director. I nearly resigned on the spot. When it was my turn, I stood up slowly and kept my folder behind me like I was guarding classified government documents. The woman sitting across from me noticed something and whispered that I had something on the back of my pants. I wanted the floor to open. She quickly stood up, announced that she needed to show me something outside, and walked me straight to the restroom. Thankfully, she had a spare pair of black leggings in her car. I changed, thanked her about seventeen times and returned to the meeting. The funniest part came later when my manager asked why I had disappeared. Before I could answer, the woman said she had taken me to get some fresh air because I looked stressed. Now everyone thinks she is the kindest colleague in the office. Meanwhile, she knows she once saved my career from a bloodstain.

E be like Na my health them take do experiment this year ...

Have you ever had delta coconut rice? It’s very different from the regular fast food coconut rice

If there is one thing I can never trade for anything, it's coming home to a decent comfortable home. I don't mind if I have to walk everywhere all day, shop second hand clothes etc but the house I go back to everyday has to be good and welcoming accommodation. That's why I don't understand, especially our people, that are comfy in some of these run down council properties. I'm absolutely not against those that live there cos of need. But you see those that drive the lastest cars, come out looking like kings and Queens....their wigs,perfumes,shoes cost a pretty sum. Na dem dey attend parties every weekend, dey sew asoebi. Then they invite you to their home and it's shocking. Like, how on God's earth are you okay being able to afford this level of flamboyancy and the home you come back to, the home you sleep in, cook in, eat in.....do EVERYTHING in, is like this??

I might just check to see if i can be enrolled.

Experience has taught me some bitter lessons, and one thing I've learned is that sometimes, keeping people at a distance is the best way to protect your peace. So, I had this friend back in university, we weren't particularly close, but whenever we crossed paths, the vibe was always good. We both eventually found ourselves working in the banking industry before life took us in different directions, and we lost touch. Recently,we reconnected on Facebook,turns out she's also living here in the US, just in another state, with her family. We caught up, exchanged pleasantries, and everything was going beautifully,until madam casually announced that she's planning a trip to Minnesota and would love to stay at my house! 😭 When did our Facebook reunion turn into an Airbnb reservation? Not even a "Do you know any nice hotels around?" Straight to my house!.Anyway, I politely told her NO. My home is not part of the reunion package. 😂 And this is exactly why I sometimes hesitate to reconnect with people from my past. You exchange a few greetings, laugh about old memories, and before you know it, someone is making accommodation plans in your house. This see finish thing is getting out of hand! 😭😂 Am I being too protective of my space, or do some people genuinely confuse reconnecting with unlimited access to your personal life?

Just make sure you guard your face 😂

I hardly ever have enough time for embroidery, but once I pick up my needle, good luck getting me to put it down. Just a splash of color to bring this denim pocket to life. Would you wear embroidered jeans like these?

Most women want Money & Sex from Men. Most Men want ONLY sex from Women. So who is really asking for too much? A) Men B) Women

A little motivation today. Do you know that if I make my next 1,000 posts on 𝕏 and not a single one gets a like, retweet or any engagement, I will STILL post? That’s it. That’s the motivation. You have to be committed to showing up, even when nobody is clapping. 😂