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He Got Her Breakfast. 

So the receptionist at the office is a lovely looking 19-year old. She’s got an outgoing personality and is very fashionable.

I like to play big sister by listening to her and giving her some tough advice when it comes to boyfriends (if I were her, I won’t listen to me! Lol -I can barely keep a relationship and the Nigerian Husband has refused to show up! Poor child!)

So a few weeks ago, she broke up with her boyfriend. After listening to the whole break up ordeal, being the big sister I am, I condemned the guy for everything he did- it’s not that he’s cute and a really smart guy anyway! She deserves better! We cussed him out, called him names and all the things to make you feel good after a breakup!

With all that out the way, I tried to help her understand that there are certain things worth the wait and things that only get better with age ( do I really have to name those things?)

Now we’re on a mission to make sure she doesn’t repeat the same mistake when it comes to boys!

So this morning, I was at the reception with her when a guy walked in. She was dealing with a client so he left. Apparently he came specially for her. I noticed he had a paperbag in his hand. He brought her breakfast.

I asked about him and she said he likes her but she’s not into him and he’s not her type of guy.

Her type of guy she says, must have long hair and be light skinned.

For a minute, I thought she was being shallow, but then I stopped right there.  She’s 19, she shouldn’t be too serious when it comes to dating. Guys she should be dating right now are still growing themselves. They may not be able to afford taking her out to fancy dinners, they may not be the best when It comes to treating ladies right.

But oh to be young again! How I wish I had the luxury of being superficial when it comes to choices regarding men at this age.

I’m hoping I can convince her to sort of think about attributes than than physical features. This guy brought her breakfast, let’s see if he’s consistent. He just might be a good boy. I’ve seen him around and he looks like a decent kid.

We’ll see how this goes!

I’m blogging in my editorial meeting! Need to go before editor calls me out for being on my phone.

Meet Abayomi

Meet Abayomi


For the next five days, I’m going to be sharing my cubicle with Abayomi aka Abby.

This smart, fun loving, outgoing and intelligent 15 year-old is interning with The BVI Beacon Newspaper this week. I have the privilege of being- for lack of a better word- her supervisor.

This simply means for the next week, I have to be a responsible adult. Like, I have to show up to the office on time, not spend so much time browsing through the internet, be a model employee, not bully Ken- my colleague and basically appear busy all the time.

All that boring grown up actions aside, Abby gets to go to assignments with me and the other reporters. For example, in a few hours, she’ll shadow me at an interview and she’ll get to take the photo and video of the interview. I’m pretty excited about it.

You know what’s fun?
I was in Abby’s shoes years ago. I went to the same high school she’s currently enrolled in. (Cedar International School.)

In 11th grade, I interned with a newspaper called The Virgin Islands Standpoint. That publication is now out of business.
In 12th grade, I interned with guess who???? That’s right! I interned with The BVI Beacon Newspaper.
I did an okay job, in my very modest opinion… but If you ask my supervisor then, I think he’ll tell you I did an amazing job. (I mean, how do you explain the fact that I’ve been with the company for years since then… Okay… Vanity kills!)

I digress.

Abby enjoys photography and hopes to one day become a wild life photographer. She’s got some really cool photos. ( Something I don’t think my 15 year-old self would measure up to).

I was out sick for the later part of last week, but I got a memo at home, informing me of my duties and new cubicle mate.

I sort of forgot about her until I walked into the office and found her seated, being briefed by the editor.
Needless, to say, she’s somewhat settled down and I think, getting a sense of what it takes to be as journalist.

I really do hope that at the end of the week, Abby would have had a fun time learning about the things we do and how a newspaper operates.

Folks, I have to go. Having Abby here means I can’t be wasting time. I have to be an example!


Live, love, laugh, fart, be silly; life is too short.