Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Episode Four: Muddling Through

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Episode Four: Muddling Through


                                       From Episode Three
The b*tch is raving mad. She is screaming expletives and out of control.
“F*ck your college ass! F*cking gold digging moron,” she vomits her rabid trash into the public space disturbing the neighborhood and making a nuisance of herself.
I was scared for a minute.
What day is it? I ask as she continues to holler causing a scene.
“Keep your mother f*ucking mouth shut and hand me my car keys” I demand.
We are both screaming at the top of our lungs and people wouldn’t know the difference. So I paused and watch her foam in the mouth like a growling dog.


Episode Four


Yipee! It’s snowing. I look out the window as snow flurries and then snow chunks drop down from heaven like Manna. Perhaps I should just stay in... or go out for the new year. Snowstorm and major blizzard has virtually closed the east coast.
Hmmm. Manna. Manna… I break into a song. I could do with Manna right now my Lord. Any spiritual or divine nourishment that you can send my way right now will be appreciated. I hear snow plows digging through and clearing snow as they clear the street outside.
Anyway, the Manna of Tunji?  Oh! I need to bring you up to speed.



Monday, December 27, 2010

Episode Three: My Personal Insecurities

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From Episode Two

“Calm down Lola,” I appeal to myself.
I started walking to my car and she runs after me, reaches in my car and grab the car keys from the ignition.
“Oh no you didn’t,” I say and fly into a rage.
“Get the f*ck out of my car…” I scream.
Frightened, Deola jumps as this mad woman plucks the key out of the ignition and pockets it.



Episode Three: My Personal Insecurties.

The b*tch is raving mad. She is screaming expletives and out of control.


“F*ck your college ass! F*cking gold digging moron,” she vomits her rabid trash into the public space disturbing the neighborhood and making a nuisance of herself. I was scared for a minute.
What day is it? I ask as she continues to holler causing a scene.


“Keep your mother f*ucking mouth shut and hand me my car keys,” I demand.

Monday, December 20, 2010

Episode Two: Are You Kidding Me?

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From Episode One.

“Oh I’m sorry officer,” I say softly.
He nods gently and I hand him the documents. He walks off toward his cruiser and stays for what seem like an eternity. Then he comes back and hand me my license, registration and believe it or not… a ticket!
A frigging in the rigging god forsaken unhealthy ticket.
“F*ck him, what nerve,” I curse.
“That’s just what I needed,” I remark quietly.

Episode Two: Are you Kidding Me?



“That’s a warning! Get it taken care of right away,” the State Trooper says politely.


I feel a rush of relief and a sense of guilt for cussing at him.
“I will,” I say in a cracked voice.
“Good, have a good evening ma'am,” the officer replies.
“Oh thank you,” I add.
I have been under a lot of stress lately but when I pause to think about it. State Troopers are there to keep us safe. I should always remember that! Something tells me that I wouldn’t feel that way, had I received a $100.00 ticket and not a warning ticket. It’s amazing what grace can do.
I pause for a few minutes and gather myself not caring about that F*cking sitter.


"Oh! Pardon my poor manners, I didn’t introduce myself,"


My name is Lola Campbell and I have been in Washington for 7 years. I work as an attorney at Spivak& McClellan a media entertainment law firm on K Street in D.C. I’m a graduate of the University of Lagos, attended Law School in Victoria Island and was called to the Nigerian Bar.


Anyway, that’s enough about me.

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Episode One: State Trooper


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Just my luck! This is the second time in a week that I get stuck in traffic. I’m in a bumper to bumper grind as I cross the 14th Street Bridge from D.C into Virginia. I see Crystal City to the left, the Pentagon to the right and smile as I think of Tunji at the “Chic Club” last night. Tunji is a great dancer and just an all round great guy.
“Why can’t he just spend more time with me?” I ponder in frustration.

I remember doing a slow dance with him on the dance floor when he kissed me. My heart raced.


Thursday, December 2, 2010

The Review of "A Ritual of the Monkey"



I first fell in love with the story of Ezra and Sacha Cantrell when I studied Political Science at the University of Ibadan. I was twenty-five years old and had been commissioned an officer in the Nigerian Air Force. But it wasn’t until I was in my late twenties that I thought about writing something that involved Ezra and Sacha's story. I’ve probably attempted to write this book for over a dozen years and in over a dozen ways.


Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Thanksgiving and Skyline Drive


The drive by the Shenandoah National Park took us to the top where everything looked small and insignificant. The grandeur is another thing by itself. We made a few stops along the way at our favorite overlooks and stopped at Big Meadows to spend some time. I for one got on the hiking trail and spent some quiet time. When next we go, I promise to visit the park's wilderness area. It offers outstanding opportunity for solitude and recreation. But before you cock your head and start thinking “Weirdo”. Wilderness offers respite from hectic daily life and provides natural habitat for wildlife and wildflowers. I sure would love to contemplate the human history held within the mountains. That will be nice, wouldn’t it?

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

No Need for Rancor



A sprawl with slow moving parts, ancient chains fastidiously anchored, rigid in its murk and slow to change. Lagos can be exasperating. Bristling and sunny, it is almost certainly humid and very hot. Temperatures soar to a muggy 101 F boiling with varying emotions. A pulsating city with nerve, it bristles with easy virtues at the edge.