Tuesday, February 02, 2010

The Independent Woman ... sorta.

Inspired by Mgbeks.

So I am an independent woman. Sort of. No I didn't have a job till I had been here a year and daddy definitely paid my rent for the first two years, but tuition was paid by my grades. After that, I managed to get a full scholarship that paid room and board also, and a nice cushy campus job for shopping money. Independent-ish, no?

Anyhoo, 5 years post grad (jay-soo, how times flies), I'm definitely on that "car and a crib [err, no crib. Apartment, thank you very much], she bout to pay em both off, and her bills are paid on time" ish. No help from Daddy. In fact, when I went to Naija self, my father quietly reminded him that I owed him $400 for the local flights he helped me book for my trips while I was at home. Omo, the recession was tough on retirees too.

Trust me, I agree with Mgbeks. Bill paying is NOT fun. Every other day, I look at my bills and wonder why I'm not an I-Banker. Just yesterdayI looked at my credit card bills, and after I paid off all my credit cards last month , balance is back up to $3k. All expenses incurred in a week and a half (wisdom tooth extractions plus car wahala = gbese).

So why then did I, as I got out of my nearly paid off car and walked into my office that provided me the freedom to be "fly effortlessly", pray to God that I want to be able to go out clubbing with the girls and BUY MY OWN BOTTLES without worrying about rent or my down-payment savings?

And it has to be before I marry, and before I'm wearing some mans ring. Because I don't want anyone to so much as hint at the money coming from some dude. Everytime I hear "I got Money to Blow" by Young Money I remind God that I NEED to be rich someday soon, while I'm young. There is no sexier image in my head than me in Tribeca or some club, sitting at an all girls table, everyone with a champagne glass and bottles just making their way over. All the dudes looking and wondering "ah ah! who are those babes now?" End of the night, I just hand the bartender my Amex from my well manicured hand without even bothering to look at the "damages".


....Then, some young strapping man can wife me and make me a trophy for all eternity. Amen.

5 comments:

Sugarking said...

Ah, no b small thing! Amen o jare! more grease. lol

RocNaija said...

*Scratches head*

Forgive my ignorance but isn't 'an independent woman looking forward to becoming a trophy wife' an oxymoron? :/

Myne Whitman said...

With this picture, your Amex should be paying for some trophy hubby, no? But I dig that last scene bo, keep rocking you.

Tori said...

Thank you, jo, SK and Myne.

@RocNaija, free me jo! Shebi I added "sorta"? :D

Original Mgbeke said...

Girlll, I'm trynna be on that table with you. :-p
But gosh, the close mindedness of Naija sha. I am so sure, someone in the corner will be side eyeing you and claiming that all that money must have come from some Ariztos type of steez.