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Okay this is not one of my ficticious stories this one is based on certain recent events…
I have been back in Lagos for a few months and I have to say its been amazing. One of my main troubles is having access to unlimited internet data, well thats a story for another day. Today I want to tell you a story of the simple Nigerian man from a certain point of view. In Lagos every man is always on the woman hunt, well except the few very devoted ones who believe in monogamy or the ones too wrapped up in themselves be it their career or money problems (yes no amount of money is ever enough for the Nigerian man). As an above average female you have to be prepared to endure male advances every turn you take, be it at a supermarket, a car park, church, and even in traffic. I’ll share with you today three different incidents that you might find interesting.
OLD YORUBA MAN AT OFFICE
I am currently doing my NYSC (please refer to google most Nigerians should know what this means) at a Federal Ministry. I feel like everyday at the office is an experience to me no day is the same as the previous day, I get to meet different people each day who come with different agendas. Since I love studying human behaviour this place has been perfect to meet different Nigerians from different backgrounds and hear different stories about peoples reality. Well at my office no matter how I try to blend in I have still been put in the category of “rich kid who just came back from London”. Imagine someone at work told me that he is sure after my NYSC I would never have to work a day in my life and I am here thinking what the *mind my language* do you know about me? off course he too makes what in a civilised environment would be called sexual harassment undertone comments to me (No 1 rule in Nigeria there is no sexual harassment there are only compliments). In London if someone offered me N15,000 just to kiss my lips in the office I would be in HR office the next second but in my Nigerian Federal Ministry office all I can do is laugh and walk away. Anyway back to the old yoruba man story one day I was helping a friend at the office with something on her laptop and there were a bunch of people waiting in the room to get to see my boss. My hand was leaning on her chair while I was standing over her and I felt someone touch my hand, my reflex was to move it immediately but then i felt someone touch it again and I turned around and alas found a round bellied oily old yoruba man smiling at me. He was dressed in the I am an Oga(big man) type of way in a native attire, I greeted him and he answered back saying he thought I was someone else. That I have the same stature of the girl, but now he has seen my face that he was mistaken and I was more beautiful. I awkwardly smiled and thanked him and turned back to continue helping my friend, but then he wouldn’t let me be, he kept on asking me questions and I politely answered them. The questioning led to him asking me what samsung galaxy my phone was, I told him it was the five and he asked please if he could have a look that he had the three and wanted to know if it was worth getting. Before I could say Jack robinson he has dragged my phone from my hand and starts having a look, I turned at another corper and he whispered to me *I hope you have nothing explicit on there* and I shook my head. Old yoruba man kept asking me questions about the phone, and asked why his galaxy three wasn’t like mine and eventually returned my phone. I looked through the phone to try to see what he had been up to and my guy had dialled three different numbers which I assumed to be his. He eventually went into my bosses office to have his meeting and on his way out announced so “Itoro be expecting my call later”. And that was my cue to block all three numbers. The other male corper who had witnessed everything was stunned, he just came to Nigeria from America and claims he had never seen anything like that how an old man just casually,forcefully but not obviously got what he wanted which was a lady’s number without her permission. I asked other people in the office who the guy was, and why he would think i’d be interested and all they answered was that he was a very rich influential man and can do whatever he likes. Welcome to Lagos!
HAIR STYLIST WHO LIVES ON THE MAINLAND
So a couple of weeks ago I escort my friend to a salon I recommended, I only discovered it and it was near where we lived. It was a male hair stylist doing her hair and we all joined in conversation while there. He asked when we would come again and my friend booked another appointment but I insisted I wasn’t doing anything to my hair for a while. Another day I was in the same shopping complex to do something else and he spotted me in the car park and was saying that he was still expecting me I said well not today. He threw in some compliments here and there and I just laughed and went my way I had company. Yesterday I was in the same shopping complex in the evening to get my nails done, and he spotted me in the car park and ran down to the stairs to meet me on my way up. He says your hair needs brushing, I said I know its late evening its been a long day from here Im going home to sleep. He said well you are too beautiful and your hair should be on point all times, let me just do something to it, brush it, style it anything. I said I came to do my nails somewhere else not even on your floor, he said come do your nails here while I do your hair you don’t have to pay anything. He was so persistent and wouldn’t leave so I said okay you can blow dry my hair and repack it. This put a huge smile on his face and he started the magic, and started saying how he doesn’t know how he has been thinking of me since I came with my friend. He said he had never seen anyone who looked like me, that the last time he saw me he couldn’t convince me but this time he wasn’t going to let me go. He said but he can’t afford a babe like me, that life is unfair then he says you know what “start coming to collect my salary”. I was just laughing through it all, I mean I needed the laughter I had been obsessing over something and this was a nice distraction. He said just start coming here every morning for me to brush your hair everyday free of charge that I would be doing him a favour. Then he ordered someone to bring me a glass of magic moments (an alcoholic drink) by then the nail girl in the salon had started my nails. He went on telling me how beautiful I was, I still refused to tell him my name, he goes on to tell me his and ask me if I knew the mainland, that he lives there and thats one clue that he could never afford me, but me letting him do my hair would be okay enough for him. He asked for my number to say hello from time to time and I said no instead ill take his number and call him when Id be coming to my hair properly, he said that was better than nothing. He started calling a shawarma guy on his phone to bring one for me I stopped him, he said okay do you want dominos I said no thank you i’m okay. He asked where I was from I said Akwa Ibom, then he goes “all my life I’ve been looking for Akwa Ibom babe but them wowo until you”. He said I don’t even know what I have, that whoever has me is so lucky that if I was his girl he would become so rich within a week. I was like why would you say that, he says his friends would just start giving him money for his good fortune for getting someone like me. When it was time to go I asked what he wanted for blow drying my hair and he got offended and said didn’t I see how happy was to do it that he meant it when he said he just wanted to do it for free. He also told the nail girl not to collect money from me that he was covering that, I was okay now you don’t have to do that i’m happy to pay and he goes “No fall my hand” I apologised and said okay but when next I come to do my hair properly Id pay he said okay. He insisted on carrying my bag and walked me to my car and wished me good night. I found the whole experience hilarious not everything can be written in words you needed to be there, the whole salon staff and guest just kept laughing.
YOUNG GOVERNMENT DRIVER
I told you I am doing my NYSC right? well one of the requirements is that I go to my NYSC secretariat every now and then for different things such as community development and monthly clearance. This time I was there for clearance, which I was done with but waiting downstairs to give a couple of people who were going my way a lift. I found a hall downstairs that had the air conditioners on (it was boiling hot and I am pretty sure I was sweating like a christmas goat). While there a guy I had met outside the building earlier in the day came in to talk to me. As usual I am messaging on my phone or playing candy crush and would rather not be disturbed. He starts chatting me up, and starts telling me about himself, he works in the Lagos state government as a driver and he is normally at a different office but here today. I don’t remember if I gave him my real name or not but then he starts asking for my number. So I stop him saying there is no point in that, that I have a boyfriend. He says “let me ask you something” I said “go on” he says “I saw you came here with a car, do you have a spare tyre inside?” I say “yes” he says “then let me be your spare tyre, let me be your extra tyre!”. I bursted out laughing, was this guy serious, that has to be the best pick up line I have ever heard. He goes on saying but seriously my boyfriend didn’t need to know about him just like I probably don’t know of all his other female friends. Luckily for me he looked out and saw his boss, so he apologised that he had to leave and just then the people who I was giving a lift finally come down and I headed out of the building.
Nigerian men just love the chase whether it is someone in their tax bracket or someone they perceive they cannot afford. As a lady you will always get guys hit on you, and you shouldn’t take it seriously but laugh it off even if you are not interested. Giving someone your number is not the end of the world, most phones have ability to block numbers, you can block people on social media too. Do not get rude to guys making advances on you, instead of getting worked up you can find comedy in it all. The minute you go another girl comes and they start the chase again, not time for regrets. Its easy for people to compliment strangers and says all these things they cannot get embarrassed by because they do not know you from any where. The guys in your life may not compliment you in such a fierce manner because they know they have you and they have a filter or what ever reason.
A license to love, insurance to hold, melt all your memories and change into gold. His eyes are like angels but his heart is cold. – Smooth Operator – Sade
I wish I was one of those people that are only interested in world current affairs. In an ideal world my internet search history should only include sites like BBC , CNN and FT. But when has the world ever been ideal? I am very involved with keeping up to date with celebrity gossip and am always in the market to get onboard with new reality shows. Maybe this is to compensate for my boring life. Last month while scrolling on my twitter timeline I came across a tweet with a mug shot of a very chiselled, almost perfect jaw boned man along with a link to an article.
The man goes by the name Jeremy Meeks and his mug shot was posted up by the Stockton police department along with other criminals. An unexpected turn of events turned him to an over night viral internet sensation, with women fawning over him. He has since been covered by many media outlets including respected fashion magazines (hello Vanity Fair). He has been subject to many internet memes, as well as photoshopped into faux fashion campaigns such as Calvin Klein and Givenchy. Okay ladies I am not being judgemental here because I was among the bandwagon for a hot minute too. However we all know how America loves these kind of stories and so the media has decided to drag this along. His case has been heavily covered by the media and suddenly we know so much about a supposed to have been random criminal. He is an ex convict who previously served 10 years in Jail, he is married and has a son and oh he has a good looking brother too. His mom has even used his rise to fame as an opportunity to start a high profile fundraiser ( good luck to her to LOL its set at $900,000). In her defence she believes he has been stereotyped because of his past and body drenched in tattoos. Yes I see how that could be a factor considering he also has a tear drop tattoo under his eyes, which is normally associated with people who have killed someone before.
Anyway word on the street is that even while in jail Jeremy has now been signed by an agency with post jail modelling offers pouring in. So my question to you today is does his beauty make him any less guilty? Why are the same media outlets who complain about crime rates glamourising this felon even dubbing him “hot mug shot guy”? What happened to the other guys whose mug shots were released the same day by the police department? I think I can answer that actually, they have been forgotten, no modelling contracts, no bail money fundraisers, no love lost. Its mind boggling that we are somehow desensitised by good looking people, giving them chances upon chances and throwing them life lines. Cause lets face it Jeremy Meeks alleged crimes are serious including street terrorism. I am not saying people don’t deserve second chances, but why do we choose who deserves it based on appearance?
We have seen a different yet similar situation happen in pop culture, the story of how a sex tape rose an entire family to world wide fame. Kim Kardasian is not the first to have a leaked sex tape but perhaps her beauty is what got people interested to see what she did post that. And it’s been 8 years after and she is still relevant, and always in the year end top 5 of most googled celebrities. Who am I to blame her for capitalising on the world’s shallowness ( I don’t watch her show by the way, just thought to drop it out there). In any case I am interested to see where Jeremy Meeks will be in a couple of years from now, behind bars? Or will he be on the most talked about “Keeping up with the Meeks” , “What Jeremy did next”, or “Turing a Felon to a Baron” reality shows. Or will hot mug shot guy be the face of Armani, or will he just be forgotten?
Beautiful people win, we let them steal our hearts, we forgive them crimes because they are easy on the eyes and today I have coined this phenomena The Jeremy Meeks Theory. But hold on i’m not done yet here is one more picture for the road. So ladies are you donating to the fundraiser?
With Love,
Rita Diamonds xxx
I came to this conclusion over the weekend after I read some negative comments about someone I happen to respect and admire. I was appalled at the amount of hateful words heaved at this person based on assumptions and misapprehensions. As much as we as humans like to say everyone is different, on some subconscious we still expect everyone to think like we do. Or maybe not exactly think like we do, but do things in a particular manner and when that pattern shifts a volcano erupt.
I SEE YOU HOW I SEE ME
In the world of today social media and the internet gives everyone a platform to voice their opinions. Back in the day one had to try to get their views in a publication or media outlet and would be expected to have knowledge on the matter they were discussing or reporting. Radio shows are being replaced by podcasts, television shows replaced by online videos, magazine and newspaper columns replaced by blogs, and anybody can get on any of these platforms and share their opinions and get heard as long as they have the internet. These outlets give people the opportunity to share their unfiltered opinions, especially if there is no monetary gain or conflicting interest. A real journalist is usually told by the organisation they work of certain limits that cannot be crossed when reporting on certain individuals or establishments. Propaganda cannot be avoided and power cannot be ignored, the shadiest people are sometimes also the richest people in control of the world. So a respected media outlet has to consider how important sharing an opinion is as opposed to losing a huge amount of funding. Do you get what I am saying? I mean I don’t think I have to elaborate on that the real life case studies are out there on this matter existing in different countries across the world.
I’ll be the first to admit that I am naïve. Naïve is the way someone who just sees black and white might describe me, in the sense that I do not just see things as they are and always look beyond the surface. For every action there is an equal reaction and I will say it goes the other way too. We just see people actions and have no idea if it’s a reaction to something that has happened to them. And we also hear people words but can read their minds to understand their thought process. Okay! there are people out there who are bat crazy and just do thing for the sake of it. I am not looking at those people, or the ones who have some sort of mental illness and have less to no control of their actions. I am referring to regular people like me who often get misunderstood. I have sent text messages I thought were very clear and precise and gotten instant frantic phone calls asking for clarification and further explanation. I have given compliments to people that have been mistaken as jabs. I have been shy in a gathering and dismissed as a snob and anti-social. I have been honest and described as rude. I have been genuinely happy and lively in a setting and been pegged an attention seeker. I have found it hard to get my points across to someone, mumbling for the right words and perceived as clueless. I have just wanted alone time with myself and considered a missing in action friend. I have been coy about admitting how much I wanted something and was concluded to be uninterested.
Because of my often misconceptions even described by some as a mystery, I like to give other people the benefit of doubt when their actions seem odd. I see people how I see myself, you know as someone who deep down has an optimistic view of the world. I don’t purposely try to hurt people but sometimes it’s inevitable, in other words I can’t hurt myself to please other people. Everyone has to be selfish at some point, maybe sometimes I become more selfish than others would like me to be. There are more straightforward people out there who will find me frustrating, because of what I leave on the surface. I do not blame them as I have come to understand that we see people how we see ourselves.
With Love,
RD xxx
Some know this about me and some don’t, I am very obsessive. I mean once I get really into something I find out everything I need to know about that topic, be it a person, a TV show, a drink, a movie, a word. If I am not asking enough questions chances are I have already previously found out everything I need to know. In other words wikipedia is my best friend, and its ironic because I have a strict policy of never donating to that website and laugh every-time the yellow thing pops up on top. To my knowledge normal people like you and me update information on wikipedia, shout out to everyone who has helped update information on my favourite celebrities. I wonder where those people find the time, anyway onto the topic at hand Tulips!
I was born in April, and my month’s flower is the ever enchanting tulips. Like with everything surrounding my birth its only natural I got into tulips and have made it my proclaimed favourite flower. Anyone who has seen my twitter feed knows I am also obsessed with my birth star sign Aries and am quite into discovering my self through strengths and weaknesses the star sign is subjected to. I am also very pleased that my birth stone is Diamond! here here not too fast I don’t have a diamond collection yet and according to Audrey Hepburn in Breakfast at Tiffany’s
Its tacky to wear diamonds before you’re 40 
Okay I promise no more drifting from the topic at hand, I thought I’d share a few interesting facts I found out about tulips. Tulips originate from Persia and Turkey and have been generally associated with eternal life. As tulips are among the first set of flowers to blossom each year they are known to be heralds of spring.Tulips are a symbolism for perfect love, I know what your thinking isn’t that supposed to be roses? As it turns out tulips are pretty awesome too. So here’s a breakdown for next time you want to give someone flowers, this is how you can subconsciously brighten their day with these meanings:
Bouquet of any tulips – represents elegance and grace
Cream tulips – I will love you forever
Yellow tulips – cheerful thoughts; there is sunshine in your smile (people used to think this stood for unrequited love LOL really?)
White tulips – forgiveness, newness and purity
Red tulips – declaration of truelove
Purple tulips – royalty
Pink tulips – affectionate and caring
Orange tulips – energy, enthusiasm, and desire for passion
One last thing when ever you see a white tulip garden its simply means heaven on earth.
So when next your buying flowers think TULIPS!
With Love,
RD xx
I just typed in “what is feminism?” in google search and the first definition in the search I got was “the advocacy on women’s rights on the ground of equality of sexes”. Feminists have been known to fight for women rights over the years for things we now look at like normal such as voting, owning property and equal pay. Yes I find it disturbing that there was once a time when women were not allowed to purchase property in certain places. Feminist also are a huge part of the organisations who are dedicated to protecting and helping against women getting abused sexually or domestically. Feminists also fight for women to have the right to make decisions concerning their own bodies, such as having the right to abortion and having access to different available contraceptive techniques. If these instances are all modern day feminism entailed, then by all means I am a feminist too. I believe a woman should have the right to make decisions on her own body, I believe a hard working woman should be rewarded in the same capacity as her male counterparts.
However I’ll try to say this in the simplest way, which is that that a woman is different from a man. That will never change men and women are different by nature, for example our different reproductive organs and what they can or cannot do. Dare I even add without sounding like stereotypicalist (yes I just made a word up), that men and women have different natural traits? Sometimes I wish women recognised the huge role they play in society instead of putting in so much energy into trying to be seen as equals to men. A woman brings life into the world; this alone proves how the world needs women for progression and development. A woman’s body is strong enough to carry a whole other life for nine months (yes I do realise a man’s help was needed to put the life there), but in the end it comes down to the woman to provide a home for the life to develop before it’s ready for the world.
In 2014 some self-proclaimed feminists are focused on slandering men, till they are pushed to believe there is no need for male existence. These bitter women let their bad experiences with men (heart break, abandoned children, domestic violence, and sexual abuse) lead them to hate all men. Agreed those men who have committed those atrocities are vile, but they are still not a representation of the whole male population. I apply this same logic to men who abuse women because of a bad experience with one woman. And as much as there are vile men that exist, vile women exist too, there are pregnant women who take drugs, women who trick men into thinking they fathered their child, women who cheat on their partners, or women who walked out on their kids. The point I am trying to make is that there are morally bankrupt groups in both genders and our personal experience with one or few of them should not lead you to hate the whole bunch.
Women and men are different by nature, biologically and behaviourally. Yes I do agree that both genders should have the right to make personal decisions without feeling oppressed, I also believe in personal liberation. I am glad that I am a woman, and appreciative of all the instincts and gifts that come naturally to me due to my womanhood. I do not have to hate men in order to push the equality agenda. I choose not to judge a whole gender based on limitations of some. I want to be a mother one day and I know I will need the help of a man to make that happen. I one day want to be married and raise children in a two parent home. If it ever happens that I have to do it all on my own due to the failings of the partner I chose, then so be it. I believe men and women can work together to make the world a better place, but I also believe we should all aim to be able to survive independently. But our abilities to survive independently as women should not lead us to fight for the abolishment of men in society, and if this view makes me a non-feminist, then so be it.
With Love
Rita Diamonds
xx
Tomorrow is my friend Uduak’s 21st birthday and I have been looking forward to it for the past one month. I helped her plan the day, chose the venue, hired the DJ and at some point I am going to give a speech which I will most likely free style as I have nothing prepared. I am wearing a spaghetti strap red backless sequin midi length dress, black strappy sandals, and gold costume earrings, choker, bangle and rings. Although I always put in my best, today I am going to extra lengths to look very sexy as my ex-boyfriend Etim will be there. I have not seen him since I walked out of his halls room two months ago in tears, when he broke up with me out of the blue giving me no reason. I mean we were happy, or at least I thought so. He pursued me for two months after meeting me at Uduak’s house the summer before we started Uni; he was going to study Mechanical Engineering at Imperial and I Law at KCL. We eventually started seeing each other and it helped that we were both in London so were almost inseparable for two and a half years. I always had and still have this picture at the back of my mind, me and Etim lying at a beach in the Bahamas, with our 7 year old son and 5 year old daughter in front of us building a sand house. That day and for a week after he broke up with me I felt a lump in my chest, and have since thrown myself into studying for my final year and making sure I graduate top of my class, and last week I received an offer to do my masters at Oxford. I have stayed really focussed at Uni, deferred my training contract offer from Slaughter and May till next year and will be interning at JP Morgan this summer. I have reduced my use of social media to avoid seeing updates about Etim, but he still manages to stay on my mind. Uduak says he always asks her about me, I don’t know if she says this to make me feel better or it is actually true. They have been friends since childhood so I understand why she had to invite him today; I wonder if he has told her the reason why he broke up with me, I have never asked her part of me does not want to know. I thought of bringing a date for the party, but no one has crossed my mind due to me being so recluse for the past two months, I have met no one new and plus me and Uduak have a lot of mutual friends so I will not be lonely at the party.
Of all days to wake up with cramps, the very day I have been waiting for, my first social outing in two months. I call Uduak and we have talk for 1 hour, its funny how we always have so much to talk about she is like the sister I never had, I love my three brothers but I always secretly wanted a sister. I cannot believe I only met her at 6th form feels like I’ve known her all my life, she is the first girl that has been able to understand me, most of my other close friends are guys. Two hours before I start to head to the party the pain killers finally start kicking in, and I receive my first text from Etim in two months saying “looking forward to seeing you tonight baby girl xxx”. And just like that, my cramps come back in full force; my emotions are all over the place, hate, love, irritation, lust, wonder. Normally it takes me fifteen minutes to make up my face, today it takes me one hour because I cannot concentrate my heart is pounding, my palms are sweating, basically I am totally screwed.
I walk into the room do a brief scan and there is no sign of Etim, not that I was expecting him to come on time anyway. I go to say hello to the DJ who I had hired, he comments on how hot I look tonight, I shyly smile and go to give the birthday girl a kiss and her present. Uduak looks beyond beautiful today, I mean she always does but I must say twenty one looks very good on her, she is oozing so much class and sophistication tonight. She is wearing a long sleeve white dress, that has a slit that is up to her mid-thigh, and gold sandals, her boyfriend John does look dapper in his black tuxedo. He walks towards us with a friend of his, we hug and he whispers to me saying he hope I have not told her what he got her for birthday. His friend reaches his hand out to shake me, I notice his hands are shaking, but he holds on to my hand I smile and he finally speaks “hi I’m Tunde and you look beautiful Rita”. I’m about to ask how he knows my name and John reading my mind says “don’t ask”. John and Uduak excuse themselves to go greet other guests. I’m left with Tunde and he starts to tell me how he has known about me for two years, apparently two years ago he saw me at a Zara store on oxford street, and was about to walk up to me but then he heard a guy call out Rita and I looked up and smiled and ran towards the guy who picked me up and kissed me on my forehead. And since then he started seeing me around London mostly with the same guy from Zara, it was not till six months ago he saw a picture of me tagged on Facebook with Uduak and John he finally found out my name.
To be continued!
Until next time,
RDxxx
Happy New Year…we made it to 2014
Hello people welcome to the New Year! Yes I know I have been AWOL from here for a minute that’s what happens when life happens. 2013 was significant in some ways, I was tested by many means and I survived it all. Few closed chapters in my life, turning points, and most importantly surplus Joy and laughter… There were moments of uncertainty and doubt as well as moments of endurance and confidence.
Here are a few dominant personal trends of mine in 2013:- African Literature, music, hip hop music, American TV shows, ratchet reality TV shows, cocktails, red wine, beer, YouTube, twitter, instagram, Jewellery, accessories, celebrities, gossip blogs, nails, business plans, movies, church, family, friends.
Excited to see what 2014 brings!!!!!
Won’t be long before my next post!
With love,
RDxxx
I do not recall when I first grasped that I was not one of those people who were destined to win a raffle draw at every funfair they attend. It’s good I realised that because for that reason I never play the lottery even though I still make plans of spending the money will win one day. I mean a girl can dream right? I do not play but I could still win. On an average a weekly player of the lottery here in the UK spends £150 a year!!! Yup and well last I checked there is a one in one million chance of winning the lottery, but on an average of 2 million play the lottery every day out of 62 million people in the UK. Okay that’s not so bad I am actually in the majority of cynical people, who have realised that they will have to work hard to get what they want in life, or have simply decided to live of the government and tax payers by receiving benefits for the rest of their life’s.
I have had this conversation with a lot of people I know that play the lottery and always tell them the odds of them winning, and even after they agree with me that they most likely will never win, it still does not stop them from playing. A line that stands out from one of these conversations I had was “well, you never know”. Yes that’s true you never know, but but BUT STILL! Some part of me just feels that I would not win because I do not deserve to, I have not had a near death experience, an abusive child hood, and I am definitely not mentally impaired so why would the forces of the earth just drop millions of pounds at my door step in exchange for £2.
Let me not deceive you into thinking that I am not a risk taker, because I actually play online poker and bet occasionally on football matches that I know nothing about on my Ladbrokes account, hey! You win some you lose some.
Are my dreams big? Yes they are even beyond massive. I just do not focus on easy ways to the top; I truly believe I have to start from the bottom. Something happened this year that made me realise that I was not thanking God enough for my present, but was too focussed making requests for tomorrow. It was a wakeup call when I realised that what you have now, no matter how little can be taken in an instance and until it’s gone you then realise it was not so bad after all.
Rita Diamonds 
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