Visually molested

It wasn’t any tiko old man or cheeky young boy leering at me, but the damn cockroach!!! I was clearing my bowel after a day of hard work, and it flew right into the toilet, sat quietly by the basin and stared at me with its sexy eyes. My heart stopped pumping. I kept as quiet as a mouse, praying that the cockroach will stay where it is until I flush down my waste products.

I was visually molested….. How could the cockroach follow me into the toilet? Can she give my some privacy? Imagine being watched as you clear your bowels. I felt extremely helpless sitting down on the toilet bowl.

Cockroaches love me. Stop denying. They stalk me, spy on me and surprise me at the most ridiculous situations. Though I had killed countless of their kind, they still treat me as their best friend. Why? Because I am sooo lovable.


Ok, enough of nonsense.

Nowadays, I feel that there is nothing much to blog, partially because I had not been reading the papers and I am lost in my own world. But today, I overheard an interesting conversation between 2 mothers. I was not eavesdropping. I swear.

Mother 1 (M1): Your child is entering primary 1 next year?

Mother 2 (M2): Yes.

M1: Oh, so which school are you sending her to?

M2: I am not sending her to school; I will let her stay home and I will hire a private teacher.

M1: Are you serious?

M2: Yes. I think the education system is too tough for the children. So I am going to let her learn at a pace suitable for her.


I agree that children are studying way too much. Can you recall what you did in primary school? I can’t. Perhaps my brain had decided to delete those memories. What I remembered was that my childhood was filled with books and more books. That’s all. Sad huh??

If all parents think like Mother 2, meerah will soon be jobless. But meerah can earn much more if she is being hire as a private tutor.

Tomorrow will be another working day. Totally dread……….nitez