So perhaps the one thing I miss the most about not living in Lagos, is my friends. Making new friends is doable; it’s just a little hard to learn the nuances of a fresh group…when you already have a ‘#MyTeamGoodWeDontReallyNeedAMascot’ type clique somewhere else. Thank God for technology, the combined efforts of Whatsapp, BBM and Instagram keeping me from periodical loneliness.

In line with my awesome friendships, the other day Namdi and I had a conversation that made me reminisce on lazy evenings at quiet cafes simultaneously discussing everything and nothing. We play this game every other day where we swap new words with each other. It’s always one person trying to outdo the other with a word that is totally new and/or really interesting. So far, I am ashamed to say that Namdi is well in the lead. The number of times he has said in succession, “C’mon Wendy. A challenge please!” for 3 brand new, exciting-to-me-but-stale-to-him words, makes me rather depressed…when I have nothing else to worry about.

Anyways, so yeah, we are super geeks…with the oddest conversation history. Case in point, Wednesday starts with Namdi messaging about my unwarranted yet apt usage of the word AND hashtag ‘#Sibilance’, in response to a comment he made on my Instagram page.

Namdi: You are a wicked girl for hash tagging the word ‘sibilance’ on social media.

Namdi: What if it catches on?

Namdi: What are you trying to do to these young foolish?

Namdi: People will be forced to use their dictionaries! To actually consult a thesaurus!

Namdi: Everyone will go crazy

Wenelyn: Looool. I miss our random kaffeeklatschs 😥

Namdi: Nooooooo

Namdi *hug*

Namdi: My nigga

Wendelyn: Btw, what’s a swan song?

Namdi: Aaah one of my faves

Namdi: It’s usually used to mean a final act

Namdi: And comes from the song that swans sing only once at the point of death

Namdi: Naturally, it is used in description of the final act of performers or artists.

Namdi: I love the expression.

Wendelyn: Oh ok. It’s a pretty expression, just heard it used.

Namdi: Yeah it is.

Namdi: Commonly used by sports journalists to describe twilight of retiring professionals’ careers. So been hearing it for many years, but never quite considered how beautiful it is.

Namdi: Watching a swan in its final song is on my bucket list.

Wendelyn: Yeah it is beautiful.

Wendelyn: Let’s kill a swan. [And this is how dumb ideas are birth]

Wendelyn: Night time, park in Londres. [And this, is how people get jailed ladies and gentlemen :)]

Namdi: Lol!

Wendelyn: I’m game if you are

Wendelyn: Don’t be chicken

Wendelyn: Be…

Wendelyn: Haha!!

Namdi: I’ve been wondering what to call the blog I’m going to write about you and I and our word obsessions.

Namdi: Clearly it will be titled, ‘to kill a swan…’

Namdi: I’m on it

Wendelyn: Clearly

Namdi: The canal in Little Venice is excellent for that sort of thing

Namdi: Matching hoodies

Wendelyn: All black err thang bruh

Namdi: And thick websters for the maiming

Namdi: Then we sit back and watch the silly bird drown

Wendelyn: And sing!

Namdi: ‘Man Down’

Namdi: Rihanna for the pain

Wendelyn: Hahahaha! You’re a weirdo!!

Namdi: It’s my father’s fault

Namdi: He grows his pinkie nails long

Wendelyn: Hahahahaha! Ok, I’m blogging this conversation.

Wendelyn: I need new friends in 2015.

Wendelyn: Btw, quote of the day, “Growth for growth’s sake is the ideology of a cancer cell.”

Wendelyn: Boom!