Be-e

THE MAN RULES

2010-07-26T21:05:00.000-07:00

At last a guy has taken the time to write this all down
Finally , the guys’ side of the story.
(I must admit, it’s pretty good)
We always hear “THE RULES” From the female side….
Now here are the rules from the male side.
These are our rules! Please note.. these are all numbered “1 ” ON PURPOSE!
1. Men are NOT mind readers. (FIRST & FOREMOST RULE)
1. Learn to work the toilet seat.
You’re a big girl. If it’s up, put it down.
We need it up, you need it down.
You don’t hear us complaining about you leaving it down.
1. Sunday sports, It’s like the full moon or the changing of the tides. Let it be.
1.. Crying is blackmail.
1. Ask for what you want.
Let us be clear on this one:
Subtle hints do not work!
Strong hints do not work!
Obvious hints do not work!
Just say it!
1. Yes and No are perfectly acceptable answers to almost every question.
1. Come to us with a problem only if you want help solving it. That’s what we do.
Sympathy is what your girlfriends are for.
1. Anything we said 6 months ago is inadmissible in an argument.
In fact, all comments become Null and void after 7 Days.
1. If you think you’re fat, you probably are.
Don’t ask us.
1. If something we said can be interpreted two ways and one of the ways makes you sad or angry, we meant the other one.
1. You can either ask us to do something Or tell us how you want it done.
Not both.
If you already know best how to do it , just do it yourself.
1. Whenever possible, Please say whatever you have to say during commercials..
1. Christopher Columbus did NOT need directions and neither do we.
1. ALL men see in only 16 colors, like Windows default settings.
Peach, for example, is a fruit, not A color. Pumpkin is also a fruit. We have NO idea what mauve is.
1. If it itches, it WILL be scratched.
We do that.
1. If we ask what is wrong and you say “nothing,” We will act like nothing’s wrong.
We know you are lying, but it is just not worth the hassle..
1. If you ask a question you don’t want an answer to, Expect an answer you don’t want to hear.
1. When we have to go somewhere, absolutely anything you wear is fine… Really .
1. Don’t ask us what we’re thinking about unless you are prepared to discuss such topics as Football or Hockey.
1. You have enough clothes.
1. You have too many shoes.
1. I am in shape. ROUND IS a shape!
Thank you for reading this.
Yes, I know, I have to sleep on the couch tonight;
But did you know men really don’t mind that? It’s like camping

How to Make your hair Grow

2010-07-23T19:06:00.000-07:00

I'm stuck in a natural/ perm faze right now.

Generally, I think natural is better(my opinion) not necessarily easier, but then again, if you want to wear it natural you'll develop the patience for it.

I'll begin with Relaxed hair.

To relax your hair, you have the option of texturizers, lye/no lye relaxers.

Sorry to be the bearer of bad news but there really is no difference between all three, they contain pretty much the same ingredients, only milder doses, which is undone when your hair dresser leaves it in your hair long enough for it to hurt.

Note: if it begins to burn, your hair is suffering, and that means its gotten to the nerves.Thats a no-no.

So Lye vs no Lye relaxers:

Lye Relaxers contain Sodium Hydroxide. The chemical is so strong that it can also be found in drain cleaners. The strength of Sodium hydroxide varies from a pH factor of 10-14. The higher the ph, the straighter the hair will get. However, a greater value can also result in greater damage.

No-Ly Relaxer- The chemical used in No-Lye relaxers is guinidine hydroxide. "No-Lye" does not mean that there are no strong chemicals in the relaxer, it implies that the chemical is less threatening or less damaging to the hair. Even so, it is still very important to ensure that the hair is in good condition before a relaxer is applied. It is also very important to strictly apply the relaxer according to the instructions provided.

The Process

The chemicals in relaxers are strong and potent enough to literally transform the original structure of the hair shaft. The chemical accomplishes this by penetrating the cortex layer. The original curl pattern is then loosened or relaxed. The central layer of the hair shaft provides the hair with its shape, elasticity and strength. Therefore, after a relaxer is performed, it is irreparable.
The optimum 'relaxed' state of your hair should still have some curl to it, it shouldnt be perfectly straight or your hair is in trouble, if you have 'negro hair' the health of your hair is in its elasticity.
Hair relaxers may give the effect of straightened hair ; however, they also weaken the hair. it is, therefore, crucial that conditioners are used before and after a relaxer treatment is applied.

DO NOT PERM YOUR HAIR YOURSELF, EVER, i'll explain why

My hair for example has three different types of textures, therefore requires, not longer time to perm, but three different types of relaxers, you often hear people say, 'oh the back of my hair perms faster than the front, or the hair in front is weaker that the others', its because you are using one strength of relaxer all through your hair, thats a no-no.

Also, when you apply relaxers to your hair, you increase the PH of your scalp. These relaxers contain chemicals that can dissolve metal overtime, so dont mess around with your scalp!

These chemicals penetrate into layers of your skin to straighten your tightly curled hair, in the process it scrapes nutrients(proteins), thats why as soon as the relaxer is washed off, if you have a good hair stylists, they would condition your hair, immediately, it also involves going under the dryer, this is so that the proteins can seep into the ares that the relaxers has depleted.

Note: If you have a good stylist, he/she should have a folder for you. It should contain what your hair is like, what works and doesnt, etc. If you ever go to your stylists and they dont remember you, RUN!

Also Never apply relaxer on damaged or already weakened hair. A relaxer should never be applied before the recommended time frame or to already processed hair. Relaxers are only to be applied to new growth to prevent over-processing, which can result in the breakdown of the hair and potential hair breakage.

What should you put in your hair, conditioners, shampoo and creams.

How Do I make it Grow? (Permed and Natural)

Caucasians asians and negros( I hope no one is offended by that word, I apologize if you are) have different hair textures and require different mode of care, meaning, you cannot and should not use products for other hair types on yours.

The sebaceous gland in Caucasians and asains for example secrets more oil into their hair, so they usually have shampoos and conditioners to decrease the grease in their hair so it grows( the downside is of course they tend to over wash their hair and then it becomes brittle and dry) negro hair though is dry and needs oil, it needs to be oiled as often as possible.

I use the word oil, because you oil the scalp, and grease the hair.

Do not use wax on your scalp, because it clogs it up. Imagine if you will, a strand of hair trying to break out of waxed up scalp; oil goes into the pores and does its job(not too much). You want to use natural oils, like avocado oil, olive oil, jojoba oil etc.

2 Cut off Split Ends!!

Your hair works from the root out, feeding nutrients up, so that your hair is healthy.

Refering to the above image, see that when you have split ends, your hair is laboring to send nutrients all the way to the end thats already dead.

By cutting it off, you maintain healthy hair and thus your hair will grow.

3 As often as you can, Condition.

Conditioning isnt an evil word, and you ca do it at home. Its just to pamper your hair and help it out. Give it some protein once in a while.

Please read the instructions on your conditioner. I mentioned that after your perm, you condition, yea? You usually sit there for about 15-20minutes, but the conditioners dont begin to really seep in until about 3minutes into the process, therefore if you read on the label of your conditioner to leave it in for only 3minutes, you know that aint right!

I'll leave off here for now, up next Curlers, hotcombs and even hand dryers, the myths vs the truths

Omoge 2010

2010-07-16T17:04:00.000-07:00

I'm very fashion cautious, I do not ever want to be that girl that people shake their heads about like, "What the heck was she thinking ?"But are some trends that have caught my attention and I have chosen to dare them, also I'll like to share with you some designs i bumped into that

absolutely adore.So first off, folded pants

At first I thought I'd look like my pants shrunk or they are ill fitting, but I warily attempted it and loved it!

Make simple look good, make simple look sexy!

White Lace dress: I love it for its simplicity and class. I think a little white lace dress is cute.

Here are a couple of styles I bumped into from this years African designers fashion week

Have a great week, coming up next What not to wear! EVER!

Watch Me Eat

2010-07-12T16:27:00.000-07:00

Hey!

We are back and branching out!

Be-e covers food, fashion, music, life, love, everything under the sun

Today, we'll start off with Food!
I love to cook, not so much eat, but I love to cook, and I have come up with random recipes such as Mint chicken, Coffee Chicken, Rummed Pork, etc

Today though I'd like to share my Banana Chicken Recipe with you.

This recipe was born when I was bored one afternoon and couldnt decide on lunch, I actually wanted breaded chicken but I didnt see the point of laboring so hard for one piece of chicken!

These are the ingredients required for this recipe:

Bananas, a glass of milk, chicken, dijon mustard, onions(garlic) chilli peppers, lemon juice, nutmeg, curry(for a darker yellow), and thyme. You do not necessarily have to use the exact spices, i use the mustard because it has thing odd spice, like wasabi meets ginger, chilli because i like my food somewhat spicy and milk to loosen the thickness of the banana puree, you can use cream or yogurt if you please.

First you mash up the bananas and squirt a little of the mustard in it,(you dont need a lot of mustard, its spicy and you dont want it to overwhelm the rest of the flavours)

Then in a pan, melt a spoonful of butter

when its melted, pour in your chopped onions, and leave them till they begin to brown.

After your onions brown you, you toss in your diced up chicken breast, you dont want it to cook entirely before you add the mashed up bananas.

Unfortunately I was taking these pictures with my phone and my mother called, so I'll fill in the blanks.

Pour in the milk and the mashed up bananas and stir it in, because you want the flavour of the milk and banana in your chicken.

After this you add your spices, ginger, black pepper, oregano, curry, thyme, whatever suits you, not too much, or it'll take out the flavour of the bananas.

Also, you dont want to add too much cream or milk or yogurt or it'll turn the sweet from the bananas to sour, before you know it!

All these bring us to

Boiled some rice and Voila!

Hope you enjoy it! If you have any questions or would like me to feature anything for you, enter it in in the comment box

Have a great week!

go Go GO.....

2010-06-17T22:37:00.000-07:00

Let me start by saying, that at this very moment, I'm not so hyped about my birthday, and believe me I'm trying! hopefully when I sleep and wake up, I'll be 'me' again!
But Damn I have so much to be grateful for!!
No show boating but dang! I have achieved a bunch of stuff that even though may not be as perfect as I would like, but what is life without some downs in a Glorious UP story that happens to be my life.
I have ran associations, been honored and distinguished even put in hall of fames, have written a book and working on two now, have a title to my name, a mentor, pheonenal sister(a), girlfriend( you know its true)!, n now a director, sigh! to list a few! :D
This year, is the first that I cannot figure out what to get myself
I dont want shoes, I dont perfumes(things I can never have enough of!), I would like a publisher tho :)
So I have decided to write myself a note, a personal pat on the shoulder, morality boost, watever!
I'll share a little of it here :)
Miss Bee....
"..You are my competition, my only competition, because you somehow always set the bar higher, you dont let me rest with mediocre (although sweet) accolades, no matter what knocks me down, you get up dust it off and keep running, you encourage me, you inspire me, you make me want to be better.
Thanks to you i dont settle for the average. Girl you're tough, from the way you carry yourself to your dreams and aspirations even to your relationships, you never let me settle,like, its the best or nothing! I love you-- I love you because you have this drive, this crazy energy, this passion and I love you for it.
You do everything from your heart with love and care and patience, I've heard people say you're too nice, too giving, too trusting, but I've watched you closely n you aint no fool, you just someone with a big heart!
I love you because you dont let anything bother you, you're the only one that I know with a three minute limit to anger, you are my proverbs 31 woman, thru and thru.
I pray for you, that only diamonds may crown your head and rubies adorn your feet I bless you that only the finer silks grace your skin, and only the best of the land shall be your dinning .
I bless you that in ALL that you do, you will excel, in all your ways, you'll succeed. You have taught me so much, and empowered me to be the woman I am today. I thank God for your life, I thank God for your wonderful parents and sibling who have moulded, inspired and encouraged you to be every inch of who you are!
I thank your friends for always being there. Of cus shout outs goes to the 'Mr' thanks for who you are and coming right on time!
Thank you so much BEE"
I wish you a very very happy birthday!
Love you!

..Just Might be a Happy Birthday After all

2010-06-15T21:54:00.000-07:00

Ok, its 1 am June 16th and I think I just caught the birthday bug.
So far I have been very pessimistic about my birthday, only because in recent years I have learnt the hard way that expectation=disappointments, so this year, I have none
I dont care if I get a cake, I dont care, if I get gifts, I'm blank
Before 'recent years' I didnt have expectations for my birthday, of course I got gifts from my parents, and a lil sm sm from uncles and stuff and it was kool please dont get me wrong, but something ALWAYS seems to go wrong on my birthday that ends up just upsetting me and the flicker of happiness vanishes.
Say, in Nigeria, it always rained, I'm serious, from the day i was born, to the day I was named, till when I left, it rained, and not ok its raining outside kinda rain, I mean there is no way I'm leaving my house for nothing kinda rain!
Then Canada, where do I begin, freeloaders? Competition?, like who has to compete with convocations?
How do you compete with that, EVERY year someone is planning a 'yippee look at me, i just graduated BBQ'
I further find it funny when people, try to hype me into feeling better, or accuse me of being pessimistic, when you get 3 unhappy birthdays in a row, Hola @ ur girl ok?!
It doesnt bother me, but I think I am entitled to one happy birthday.
I'm not asking for a lot am I?
But for some odd reason, laying on my bed right now, I feel a little glimmer, a little buzz, 'My Birthday IS coming up'
And one way or another, I will have fun
even if i lay on my bed and watch re-runs of my fav shows(which seems to be my plan right now), I will have fun!
But if could wish anything this birthday, and I have a truck load of wishes!, I'd wish to be happy.

Please feel free to share happy/ sad, weird, funny birthday experiences! :)

Insert Title Here

2010-06-02T17:39:00.000-07:00

Okay, I am sorry for not writing anything in ages.
I really am so sorry.
Time just seems to fly by and there seem to be not a lot of hours in the day!
Plus twitter has a little blame here.
Twitter is like the mistress to my facebook and my blog, and I am so sorry for cheating.
That being said I'l like to introduce you to a new thing i would like to try, taking a cue from Myne Whitman i would like to do an interactive story, so I start a story with a couple of characters and you follow up and take whatever creative turns you deem fit!
I've missed blogging so much, even though not so evident by my infrequent postings :(
I dont even know where to start!
I guess I'll just keep it simple today!
Say I'm back, leave you with a lil sm' and promise to be back soon!

"Not Again"

"Oh no!"
"Not again!" I cried.
"I told you he was a two timing thief. See" she said pointing at my boyfriend and the girl in the diner.
My bloodthirsty girlfriends, in the car with me.
"If I were you I will show them pepper. The nerve!" Another said
"In broad daylight? They have no shame!" another hissed.
I had to think.
It had to be a business meeting, I rationalized.
"Maybe it isn’t what we are thinking. Maybe she is his friend from work." I said
"Friend osi wo? lati bo?"Funke snapped
You see, Funke was a fiery person. In my opinion, a whole lot of talk no action. Recently divorced, highly bitter.
"wo, you are too soft, Bunmi. It’s irritating me!" she shook in a way that made her gigatic bosoms wiggle.
"If you want to fight Funke, go to the market!" Sade said
Sade, a warrior in a different field. Not a lot of words, but volumes of action
" do you know who she is? Have you seen her before?" she said lighting up cigarette.
"Oo-oh all this is English! I say we go there and find out ourselves"
'Oh, Lord, how did I end up with friends like these?' I thought to myself.
Ireti, now her, was demented.
I met her through Sade and Funke. Sade, Funke, Kemi and I all went to the same school. We had been friends since high school.
"omo, didirin ni e oh! Ja lo men!"
" what are doing here in this car? If you no wan get down sort this babe out me I go do am for you oh!" Ireti fumed
"tell her oh, at least someone is on the same page as I am!" Funke bobbed nudging my headrest.
My head was aching. I didn’t want to confront anyone. I wasn’t in the mood for a fight; the plan had been to go to the mall. Why this petrol station. Why did I even leave my house?
"Kemi do you have any advice?"
Error! Error! Error!
I shouldn’t have asked Kemi. She was a lawyer, a very Martin Luther kind of lawyer.
"Bunmi, how many times are you going to find your man cheating on you before you know that its time to teach him a lesson?"
"how long for us all? My dear what better time than now? These men! They think of us as their toys and their slaves. My friends I tell you, this most end and its going to start with this one!"
"Funke, Ireti, Sade, ja a lo!" she rallied the troupe.
They removed their earrings and bracelets, hungry for a fight
"you guys now, chill small. What if..
"What if kini, we have been sitting here for how long? Hmm, answer now? For what? Bunmi see if you don’t stand up for this one thing all theses dudes would keep playing you, we are your friends we cant sit here and watch this injustice" kemi said soothingly.
"she is right, I mean c’mon, how long is this going to go on for. We are here and we are going to stand by you."sade continued.
We got out the car. I was still unsure about the whole thing, at least before he bent to kiss her
"oh hell no!" my rage was on
"uh hmm, that’s what I want to here! Let’s tear that mother* down!" sade cried
"asawo!’ ireti called from the door
Oh it was on, my girlfriends at the table before me, the one whose man was cheating!
"Your secret is out!" there was no stopping Ireti
"Dayo you have anything to say about this?" I asked as calmly as I could.
"ma bere! Olosi ni!" Sade pushed his head.
"and you, hello " Funke’s game was on
"there’s no need for all this embarrassment, Bunmi, we can talk about this in a more civilized way. It doesn’t have to be like this." Dayo attempted to explain.
"Bunmi I am warning you and your girls to stop all this nonsense now, I am being very patient but it would run out soon."he said
" let it run out now, do the worst you can do" Sade grabbed the jug of water on the table and poured it on him.
"now get angry, I dare you" she smirked.
"Bunmi, Bunmi!, get your girls and quietly leave. I am warning you!" his voice rising a notch.
‘Excuse me, can you please get out, you are being rude’ the girl said
"Is that right? you can still open your mouth to be pho-ne-ing for me." Funke slapped her hard across her face
"ok that’s it, Bunmi leave now!" Dayo bellowed.
People in the diner had been watching the drama without intervention, but the whole thing was going too far.
"excuse me, ladies. This isn’t the place for this kind of thing, if you want to fight please leave"
"What did you say? Who called you into this? When he was cheating and kissing her and all that nonsense, it wasn’t the place?" She stood up to the manager.
"Listen, go get a napkin and clean some tables or something, just stay out of this okay!"
Behind her, Funke was on another round of slaps, only God knows what the girl had said to her, but she fumed, her nostrils flaring.
"okay, that’s enough! Get out now!"
"We are not going anywhere!"
"security! Security!"
I knew I should have stayed at home, nothing confirmed my suspicions than the three beefy men that stood behind me.
I turned slowly, to see that they were indeed the security guards.
I would never forget the knock that landed on my head, plus the fact that I cried out a rather loud
‘Jesus!!’
The next five minutes went in a blur. As slaps greeted knocks and whipping. I knew I should have stayed at home.
I ran as fast as I could as one security guard whipped my back
‘My god!’ the koboko had like five whips
Sade and kemi were in the car in a flash. I was still struggling to escape my assailant.
why me? I didn’t even say much, I wondered as I ran.
Eventually I got into the car.
My back brutally bruised.
"Bunmi, Bunmi! Chai, this babe can sleep! We are going to stop for some petrol." Kemi said
"hmm, didn’t we just get petrol?" I asked dizzily
"Ah ah Bunmi, you really slept ey!"sade laughed
'Thank God that was a dream' I thought.
We pulled into the petrol station. Ireti flirting with the man in the car next to ours. I could swear that the girl wasn’t normal.
"come oh, Bunmi. No be you bobo dey der so?" Funke asked
"na im ! who be that? shooo Bunmi come see, your bobo dey cheat!"
‘oh no"
"Not again!" I cried.

MUSIC HEAD

2010-04-18T13:49:00.000-07:00

Ok so exams have got me not blogging and after exams I wanna challenge myself to complete two novels in 5weeks, so I apologize in advance.
Today tho was fun at church as usual, and I get home and my dad calls and we are just gisting and laffing and thinking throwback stuff
Which kinda got me into this playlist thing, so I'm going to just put in all up on here and I hope you guys experienced these songs when you were kids and it makes you recall, dancing chairs, dancing competitions and stuff!

Omg, i danced to this song in high school!

I miss Aaliyah!

N the song that made Destiny's Child(if you do not believe, listen to the original song)

Ok, gotta stop here, but if you like this playlist lemmi know, n i cud do this more often, after writing I love music and if I dont stop now, I'll have a page full!
##Best wishes to all writing exams!
Hope I made you dance!

Be-ing

2010-04-06T08:48:00.000-07:00

I wish the skies would darken and the sun fall asleep
I wish the thunder screams for me
and the skies cry my tears
I wish you'd go away and never come back
Yes, go away and dont look back
I wish I could go into yesterday and yank you out
I wish I never met you
I feel a chill up to my spine
and I know its not the winds outside
Its the tears i refuse to cry over you
the hurt I refuse to acknowledge
The shabby life you have left me with
What once used to be called happy
What once used to be called love
all gone in the twinkle of an eye
I wish I could go into yesterday and yank you out
I wish the rain would fall and cry the tears I refuse to cry

'It's not you, it's me!"- A.K.A The Break-up!

2010-03-14T14:42:00.000-07:00

Its twitters fault! that's all I can say, I haven't blogged cus I have been twitting, and I do not know if its tweeting or twitting!
But I'm back, the semester is almost done! I cant wait to continue writing my second novel, "something Blue"
Ever heard the line, 'It's not you, It's me'?. I think in its own capacity its actually a very true statement, albeit not what you would like to hear at the time its being said, but I've used it a couple of times and meant it!
The Break up!
I find them interesting, and I hurt for those people who've had nasty break-ups, like pele!
Its sad, I hate it when guys or girls who used to be in love and send every text with 'hey baby' and 'sweetie' suddenly turn and act that cus ur experiencing a low ur suddenly as foul as a skunk!
Like c'mon now!
Ive heard of horrible break ups, like Godzilla boyfriends and girlfriends!
Why do people break up even? I dont understand anymore, it seems as though relationships have turned to flavors of ice cream! Every time you go to the store you want to try a new one!
I dont get break ups, funny cus I have broken up wiv a number of ppl, so before I come across sounding like a hypocrite i'll explain why.
I either broke up with them because as friends we were chill but if we ventured to relationship, it was just funny and awkward!cus we wer like brother n sister, broke up again, cus we wer too similar, damn, like thinking bout it makes me want to pull my hair, I'm happy go lucky, get excited bout stuff, n he was too, can u imagine both of us gisting bout our day, "no hunnie, shush, lemmi talk!" and interrupting during conversations! yo, i was created to marry a quiet man, freal! and then again, cus we or rather I was moving far away and at that time, long distance relationships? ow heck naw!!
And in some instances it was me and not them!It really was! I just wasnt a that place where if we continued, the way we were, on, two, three years down the line and they asked me to marry them, I couldnt say yes! I just dindt see them that way and to be honest I decided then that thats how I'll take all my relationships.
You know, sometimes ppl end up in relationships simply because! He is there, he likes me, oh well, and then sometime later you think, oh this isnt fair, i really dont care, and so lets wrap this up! its not fair to the other party. They actually liked you from green light and they find it hard to understand the sudden conscience hunt.
And then bad enuf as it is some of these ppl go off! Like get soo irritated during break ups like this person wasnt once the love of your life, or someone you even slightly tolerated and I dont get that, and I hear ppl say(when they wanna start a new relationship) 'well my ex said the same thing you're saying but he hurt me so bad and now I cant trust you!" and that pisses me off!
I think the only thing that I cannot tolerate is infidelity, like I dont know, there best be a good excuse, like rape or sm! lmao, but I just cant, I think its disrespectful and I am a huge respect person, so I couldnt, wouldnt , I dont know!
Do you think im irrational?!
HAve you ever used it before, or even had a Godzilla kinda break up
P.s some ppl need that Godzilla kind of break up tho, like c'mon naw, they stalk you and things! You ever had a stalker before?
Shoot, Ive had one of my near relationships just become something else, like there was nothing I dint say, this guy wouldnt free me, until I ended up not picking his calls, not replying anything, just cut him out, n that ....STILL didnt work! lol
lemmi know what you think!

TWITTER BE CURSED

2010-02-24T15:31:00.000-08:00

Ok, so I did it
I joined twitter...
shut up! Dont judge me, I know I have commented on ppls postings about how I'll never EVER join, but before you eat me up lemmi explain.
So yesterday, my friend n I r in the lib n then she goes on twitter, n I was like 'nah uh, we'r spose to be studying no twitting'
n she was like , 'hold the phone, are you on twitter?'
n I was like, 'heavens no!'
N she asked why
So I began to elaborate on how I thot it was just a waste of time and silly and not as fun as ppl make it out to be
Little did I know that as I was huffing and puffing she was signing me up for twitter.
When I was done, she scribbled a word on a sheet of paper n I was like 'what is this?'
n she shrugged and replied, 'ur password.'
HA ha ha, i laffed, and said 'no point, I'll never log on'
But to my shame and horror curiosity got the better of me and I logged on, just to see
Just to see
Sob
N now( about 52 hrs later , i have made over a 100 tweets)
Sob
Facebook has lost its shine, I actually want to tweet...
Sob, somebody help me!
I couldnt even blog for a hot minute because my twitter tab was showing that I had new msgs and I didnt want to ignore them
TWITTER BE CURSED!!!
Oh by the way, if ur on twitter just leave ur name n ima find u!

Valentine's Day Massacre

2010-02-02T02:31:00.000-08:00

Everything's in red!
Hearts and cupids, flowers and pretty pretty things everywhere!
I feel like this is one of those 'Scribbles' moment meets a Nigerian movie commercial
I'm beginning to get tired of the fanfare and noise attached to this day even
Pathetic more is the fact that I have to be at work on that good day.
And I absolutely refuse to write anything romantic this year!!
Every year, I get an influx of mails, people asking me to express their love for them in poetry but every year I never write a poem for my special someone, cus one way or the other I end up single on valentines(and I blame you poem sucking lovers!!), and I have no problem helping people express their love in words, but this year, I'm On Strike! and it feels good, so there you go, if you're in love listen to D'bangs 'Fall in love' and scribble the lyrics down!
Frealz tho
It is my sincere intention to reveal to you, the realities of Valentines day
I don't think Valentines is an evil, I think the commercialization of a beautiful occasion is the evil.
I think its a necessary day to celebrate love, and I'm tired of people saying, well why cant we celebrate our love everyday, psffff!people who say that are either broke, or fear rejection!
I think its important that every couple have a valentines day, not necessarily the 14th, but one day, or days in the year, where you BOTH decide that you are going to be over the top, loving and affectionate(not like you don't already do this, but who are we fooling, with school, work, kids, somehow if that date isn't already preset, you'll never have time for each other.)
But as the world has made a big deal about the 14, then its world love day!
Like world aids day or mother's day, you cant really choose not to participate, you'll just look bad.
And how about the guys?
Am I the only one that doesnt understand why a guy is a jerk if he doesnt go all out, perfumes and candy, poetry and expensive dinners?
Like its not fair, I dont know any store promoting an item for him, unless guys started cuddling ginormous teddy bears and they didnt tell me....no one is promoting the concept of 'him' and the few that do, sell pathetic, tired looking shirts and ties that clearly say, 'ok, ok, just so you wouldn't nag her that you spent so much money, here's a lil sm'
SO what are you up to this valentines?
I want to do something quiet, endlessly romantic, fun, special, and did I say quiet.
I think its the quiet stuff that makes it special, at least for me
DISCLAIMER***: This doesn't mean that if you have gone all out to get me the chocolates and flowers and things that you shouldn't bring it on one knee with a boys to men song playing in the background in a preferably candle lit room(refer to the Keg, Applebees or Red lobster!)
No! I like quiet, but i could do dinner and stuff, that can be worked in!
Just putting it out there!
But I'd much rather a favorite movie of mine or his, even though we've seen it a thousand and one times, and dinner, maybe a poem in there, maybe
Do you know that poetry written by 'non-poets' are the cutest things ever!
Only because its very sincere and honest and lacks all the unnecessary frills poets put on things like 'hips like the dunes of the Sahara' or 'voice like the Nile'..
lol
Lemme know what you guys think..
what are you planning to do this valentines, whats on your wish list?
Do you believe in the Vals day massacre?
Tell Tell!!

Playing wiv Fire

2010-01-19T11:13:00.000-08:00

I'm playing with Fire and I cant stop
I see the flames but its kinda fun!
You know how you strike a match and watch it burn to the tip and quickly shake your hand before it gets to the tip of your fingers?
But has it ever happened that you got so caught up in watching the flames burn that you forgot the plan and it burnt the tip of your finger?
Thats where we are stuck
Having so much fun watching it burn that it just might get to the tip of our fingers before we realize
Listen now!
Not the fire that dances back, giggling as you slide your fingers through it from left to right
Yes, Candle light reciprocates love, yes
you make like a cave with your hands and watch it dance around
with your fingers you sentence it to death
but still this meek, playful candle can turn Judas on you
leave it unwatched, unmonitored and the once playful flames roar up like lions and consume all that you have, maybe you too.
We are playing with fire and we know it!
Tipping dangerously to the edge of the rim
I advice that we stop now, before it consumes us!!!
My patience with Nigeria is beginning to wear
President is missing, is he dead?
We dont know?
How is it possible that we have a president so ill in the first place? Dont they do health checks and things?
Its embarrassing
Nigeria is playing with fire and i wish she'd stop
Theres an extent to how much our neighbourhood, Africa can tolerate or even the rest of the world
President is issuing a statement to BBC when AIT and NTA have not seen his break lights?
Senators are in the news, naked in shrines holding human heads
COMMON NOW!
I'm not sm1 to nag or complain i dont like it, but I'm tired!
Banks in confused state, can you imagine this
A bank exec steals money and runs away, but then the police arrest the poor ppl that worked under him, sayin, 'when he returns with the money, we'll release you'
Thats not fair, but its the system
Governors stashing up their accounts while their state suffers, no education, no amenities, no defence.
My friend always says Nigeria has been molested raped and beaten up
She's in a bad bad bad marriage and even if she got divorced today it would take years of therapy to get her sanity back.
I'm tired of making jokes about the legal system, education, amenities....
Nigeria is playing with fire and I wish she'd stop
Only now did ppl begin to trust her, maybe she's not all 419 after all and e-mail scams
Oh but what happens
Some goat head goes to stash knock out in his underwear!
Now they've added terrorist to her already long list of names
I wish she'd stop
I keep fighting for her, but I'm beginnig to doubt that she wants that
Dehumanizing experiences i face whenever I want to travel, and can I complain?
I wish she'd stop
Religious riots in Jos....
EFCC files Waziri lost
Oil money lost to Oversea Accounts
I wish she'd stop so future generations can have a chance

2010 Only Just started................

2010-01-07T19:03:00.000-08:00

So here I am.......
typing up my first post for the year, when i get a phone call that I have been honored on a blog
Can u imagine that?
lil ol me!
which brings me to say :But I only Just started!
I made a copy of the blog only because of this semi-anonymity game that I'm still playing
2010 only just started and I LOVE IT
I made the decision to move the character in my novel to an imaginary town....whoever said writing about what you know is easy, LIED,
The performances for the charity event that I'm organising are awesome!!AWESOME
all but the weather actually in my life.....is AWESOME
I'm excited for the year...and this time I made no resolutions!
Following last year, I made no resolutions, but detailed plans as to how I'd like to accomplish my goals for the year n that worked out beyond my expectations
k...so here's a summary of the story ttyl!!!

"(MMR) is one of the most gifted African Speakers & Writers of our generation.
This ** year old(smile) is a native of Ogun State, Nigeria; and an Undergraduate Student of Marketing of the U of W.
Dont be deceived by her petite stature, (which is probably & literally the smallest thing about her), she is a very friendly, highly opinionated young Lady. Also a trailblazer, high achiever and go-getter.
To her nothing is impossible. Right from middle and high school in VFMC, she was the first & only Day Student Senior Perfect; and an outstanding Scholar.
She is presently the President of The U of W's African Union, and recently dubbed the title of Competent Communicator (CC) by Toastmasters International."

...And the fat lady sings....

2009-12-28T11:24:00.000-08:00

Cant believe '09 is gone
like, I remember the 31st of '08, the anxiety of what 09 was going to bring and now, the same butterflies float in my belly for the upcoming year.
I must say tho, I love my life
I love 09
In, 09 I stepped into my life.
I completed my first novel, became the President of the African students Association at my university, secured a position in the Toastmasters International Hall of Fame, got the recognition of my school of business, became a leader at church and figured out what i wanted my blog to be about...sigh
So I'm not anxious in the fear of the unknown, its more like how much more can I accomplish!
I feel like I'm siting on top of a roller coaster, like the behemoth, just waiting for it to drop
In other news, i bumped into my diary
A diary that I started when i was 13, till I was bout 18
lol
My 13 year old self was soo cute, I miss her
I wish she could remain so cute and things, but life happens
I found my 13-18 year old self, interestingly interesting
if I am allowed to say that
and I can code
damn!
It took me a minute n half to figure out some of the things that I wrote!
lol
and I had funny slangs like 'shi shi' meaning something
hmm, i might just reuse it in '10
I found my diary an amazingly interesting read, I could feel the sand in my toes in parts and hear the pain in others, the laughter and the tears, so much so that I want to begin the habit all over again
Writing my brain on a sheet of paper
my heart in a locked book.
Revisit myself from time to time.
I impressed myself immensely with my writings so much so that I even thought of writing a diary novel or sorts, of course my characters would be pure fiction, but it was such a fun read!
Do you keep diaries? Have you ever gone back to read them? if you havent please try it, write yourself a note or a poem and go back and read it when you're 50
I think its pure bliss.
And I dont mean to restate the already stated but I feel like my diary is me preserved
I mean, my loves, my laughs, my tears, my commitments
Funny,
I'll quote something I wrote
"... I've always had dreams of being big, I mean, achieving great things, see now I'm the head girl, after this, I dont think the corporate world can be so hard to overtake! Anywaiz(been saying that for years now!)If that doesnt work out, I would like to be an author, interior decorator, fashion designer, marketing manager, like a p. diddy merged with a jay z, kinda thing, sigh that was a mouthful!
Seriously I would love to do all these things I love now, but most importantly I want to care, I want to help people, be someone people can talk to, and call on for help, dependable and trustworthy, CEO or not.
Now you listen to me, older Devine reading this, I most sincerely do not want to read this years from now and feel sad or ashamed because I totally deviated or lost interest in doing these things especially if its for monetary reasons..."
HAPPY HOLIDAYS ALL
THANKS FOR BEING HERE ALL OF '09, IF NOT FOR YOUR COMMENTS AND 'FOLLOWER SHIP' LOL...I DOUBT I'D BE BLOGGING NOW.
THANKS GUYS!

Yay.....FirSt PicTure POst!

2009-12-21T10:18:00.000-08:00

Ok, so everyone seems to be on the craze about this wish list thing
And ordinarily, I'm not one to make demands, but I think people need to be steered in the right direction
HINT----------HINT--------------HINT!
Plus I;m mega excited, my first picture post! yay!
Here we go...................

If you havent ever used any of the poisons, I urge you to go get one asap I'm not so big on feminine perfumes but so far my fav. is the hypnotic poison, n it has never failed :) You can also look into the Sean Jean Unforgivable, FOR MEN, its okay for girls I think, its fruity not much musky masculine scent to it

Next on the docket:

I have become totally obsessed with white straps. Still not a fan of leather strapped watches...Like I'll wear them because I think they are classy, but thats about it.

Do I have make an introduction?
I'm so OBSESSED

Hey, a girl need a bag to put books in n stuff

& for those Bright snowy mornings. nothing like Louis V's protecting your eyes and swag!

For someone who doesnt usually have wish lists, I kinda think I have a lot!
lol
Ok, one last thing!
If you know me, what would my wish list be with rings?
lol

So there you go, please feel free to make these wishes come true!

~SOMETHING BLUE~

2009-12-12T18:29:00.000-08:00

Hi guys
I'm soo sorry, I went away for long
2 posts in November, sigh.
I'm so ashamed
I wish I could blame twitter but I'm still anti-twitter, its that or facebook, and I'm sticking to the more mordern, less perverted, Hi-5!
Been seeing a lot of movies lately, I'm not really a t.v person and even less a movie person, but I'm liking the new experience, watching movies in my spare time is fun, havent quiet gotten the t.v part yet. So please feel free to tell me what you think the best shows on t.v are, got 2weeks of 'not-much' to do, and spending the holidays alone.
Yes, alone!
Why does everyone act like spending Christmas alone is such a huge deal!
I mean all the movies on t.v suck, practically everywhere is closed, especially if you live in the middle of no where like me!
Ok, it does get boring, but I still like it.
N no, I'm not a saddist, but 'the holidays' is about the only time in the year I get to be alone, in my head, just me, reflecting, chilling, and I like it.!
This year though I've got work to do!
I'm challenging myself to finish my novel, 'Something Blu', before the winter semester begins, i.e 2weeks.
I only just started and I'm not rushing to meet any deadline, I'm just pushing myself a little and seeing if I'll tip over
:)
There's no person better to challenge you than yourself, I say!
Another smiley face!
Thats the plan, write, watch suggested t.v shpws, go see movies, eat, write, blah blah blah.

So, here's a lil bit from my novel, Something Blue, enjoy!!
BTW, starting up a new blog in 2010, for my writings, songs, poetry, short stories, etc, if you'd like to join me, e-mail, be_e@hotmail.com
That said, enjoy!

~SOMETHING BLUE~

She sat facing the charts in an otherwise bland and sterile looking room.

The nurse smiled at her, the way nurses do, overly pleasant, knowing the worst but faking care and reassurance.

“The doctor will be with you shortly” she smiled again

“Please take off your garments and put this on.”

Morenike really hadn’t intended on being rude by hissing, she just thought it bothersome that after she’d taken her time to actually look good, she had to get naked.

“Oh well, maybe not everything” the nurse forced a laugh.

Maybe it wasn’t forced, maybe Morenike was just irritated, maybe it was because Aunt Bunmi had called 'them', nurses, doctors, lawyers, all white people in fact, a bunch of slithering snakes.

“Ah, they will just kill you! Like that” Aunt Bunmi would snap her fingers.

“Me, I don’t trust them, oh.” She’d continue.

Morenike sighed, wondering why the woman thought it necessary to begin or end her sentences with, ah’s, oh’s, shebi and the thousands of other Yoruba sayings that had absolutely no meaning.

“Madam?”

“Huh?”

“Are you okay?”

“I’m in a hospital, figure it out!”

Did she imagine a pained expression or was this oyinbo woman trying to make her feel bad?

“I said, you can leave your shirt on, but please take off your underwear, both of them.”

The smile was gone. Aunty Bunmi was right.

She shut the door as Morenike began to take her clothes off.

She sat on the cold leathery bed, her bare bum on the thin paper lining.

“Good afternoon, Miss Morenike!” the doctor walked in, with the same smile.

Morenike hissed again, “It’s Mo-reh-ni-keh, not more-nike!”

“If you don’t know how to pronounce a name, don’t or ask.”

“I’m so sorry” she rushed, staring at the chart like the name would explain itself.

Now it was Morenike’s turn to fake a smile and say, "It’s okay, it’s a Nigerian name. What’s your name?”

“Roseanne. Dr Roseanne Belford.” She smiled, not plastic, but a genuine smile that hoped they could start over.

“So Moh-rey-ni-kay, I see you would like to have a physical done. When was you last physical?”

Morenike chuckled, she still didn't say it right, but she gave her points for trying.

“When I applied for a visa.”

Three years on Wednesday.

“And when was that?”

“Two years and some.”

“Okay.”

“I’m just going to run you through some quick questions, before we begin, okay?”

Morenike chuckled again.

What if she said no?

“Sure.”

Dr Belford went ahead to ask a survey-worth of questions, ending just as Morenike became irritable.

“Okay!” she smiled, shutting the green folder and pulling a blue one out.

“This is for whatever information I gather from your body” she said answering Morenike’s unspoken question.

“So Morenike, how do you like Canada so far?”

“I can’t complain.”

Dr Belford stopped as if taken aback by her response.

“I mean its okay.”

“But you like Nigeria more, don’t you?”

Morenike rolled her eyes. Attempting to make conversation while a woman massaged her breasts was making her uncomfortable.

“Yea, I like it more.”

“Okay Morenike, what I’d like you to do for me is slide down and place your head on the rest, there.”

“Exactly. Thank you.”

Morenike tried to think of random thoughts as the doctor opened and closed cabinets.

“Are you sexually active, Morenike?”

She pronounced it this time as More-nikeh, wedging the ‘reh’ to the ‘n’as if it was a vowel.

More that concerned her than her mispronounced name, was the question.

Now the term seemed stupid to her.

‘Sexually active’, like it was a usual verb like, walk, or sit.

Her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth, hanging there as if fearing to reply.

It’d been raining that night Aunt Bunmi crept in her room, saying, “You want visa, yes?”

She’d been to happy, too eager, Morenike should have known.

She sat up as Aunt Bunmi held the lantern up to her face.

“Well, if you want to travel, eh, you have to play a little game for Aunty.”

Morenike was sixteen and didn't need to be pacified.

“Aunty Bunmi, what is it?”

“I’m doing this for you, because I love you oh!”

What she didn't include was that her father had trusted her with more than enough for her to school abroad but she’d spent it all.

She held the lantern higher and as the light spread further, Morenike saw him, lurking in the shadows.

Aunt Bunmi was smiling again, that selfish smile she had when she was extremely satisfied with herself.

Morenike had begged, screamed and clawed to no avail.

Lying on Dr Belford’s bed, she could hear his grunts and feel his clammy, sweaty body on her.

A month later, she was on a plane to Canada.

“Morenike?”

“Yes?”

“Are you sexually active?”

“Yes, no! Maybe, no!”

Dr Belford frowned.

“Have you had sexual intercourse before?”

Morenike sighed, “Yes.”

“Okay.”

Dr Belford spread her legs apart and frowned at, what her gym teacher had called ‘down there’ as her cheeks turned pink.

Morenike felt a slight sense of panic but mostly pain as Dr Belford slid something into her.

“Ops, sorry. Seems like there’s been no activity here for a while” she chuckled from down there.

Morenike frowned.

No activity there for a while, was it a bus stop? Or did men sign their names on the wall?

It was becoming an unbearably embarrassing day.

“Morenike?”

“Uh huh?”

“When was your last period?”

“I don’t remember.”

“When was your last sexual encounter?”

Another term, ‘sexual encounter’, like she bumped into it at the flea market.

“About a month ago, why?”

“Hmm.” Was all she said.

“Hmm?” Morenike repeated.

“Morenike, I’m going to ask you to do a pregnancy test for me, okay?”

Morenike found it funny, how she said, ‘for me’ like she was the one who had to take the test.

“Sure!”

She’d taken one before. She knew the procedure.

They made her take them, whenever she reported missed periods

“Just to be sure” they’d say.

And every time she took one, she felt that dual emotion, the one where you know you’ve done nothing that could make you pregnant, but what if?

“We are done here!” she took off her gloves and smiled.

“All you have to do, is go to the bathroom, give it to the nurse at the desk and come back here. It takes five minutes, okay?” another smile

She reminded her of a toothpaste billboard in Lagos, just as you got off the third mainland bridge. Over-smiling for free toothpaste, Aunt Bunmi said.

“Where’s the bathroom?”

“Down the hall, on your right”

“Okay”.

Her heart violently trembled in its cage as she walked down the hall.

Had it really been a month ago, since she had to attach the sticky end of a towel to her underwear?

Had it really been a month since she’d seen him?

She’d filled up the little plastic container, the nurses hated it when she did.

'What ifs?' Like the little butterflies that land on her palm in summer, flew past her ears.

Morenike shrugged them off as she washed her hands.

She handed the nurse the container, “Dr Belford said I should give you.”

“Me?”

Morenike smiled, “not you in particular, she sad a nurse.”

The nurse wrinkled her nose, “This is way too much, we only need a little.”

“I know.” Morenike smiled back.

It was the longest five minutes of her life, in which she re-examined every detail of that night.

Bethany, the girl that lived across the hall had knocked on her door.

She’d been making palm oil stew. She wiped her hands on her apron as she stared through the peephole.

“Hi, Beth”.

“Hey, Nike!”

She remembered the first day she told Bethany her name, she’d replied with a puzzled expression, “Why are you named after a sports brand?”

She usually tolerated Beth’s company but tonight, all she wanted was to crawl up on her sofa and watch a Nigerian movie.

“Nike, I need to a favour. Can my friend sleep over at you place till my cousin’s wedding on Saturday?” she quickly said.

Why couldn’t Beth be a ‘can I borrow sugar?’ neighbour?

“Please, Nike. I’d like owe you forever and ever.”

“Oyinbo people sha” she said with a smile.

“Look at you half oyinbo!” Beth laughed.

Pronouncing it as if the ‘n’ wasn’t there.

“Sure, but only till Saturday”

“Oh, Nike, have I ever told you how much I love you?”

“I’m going to pick him up from the bus station in half an hour, thank you!”

“Him?” the blood drained from her face.

“Oh, and save me some of the red oil stew.” She blew her a kiss and scurried into her apartment.

Morenike sighed and plated her food.

“Him?”

S.B.W....

2009-11-23T02:03:00.000-08:00

I'm a strong black woman
Battle scars born beneath
I'm a strong black woman
forging my way through stereotypes
Strong black
have no other option but be successful
Strong black
Must encourage myself through every disappointment
I'm all I have
I'm phenomenally me
Devine from the inside out
Woman
Must hold my head up high
in and out of love
broken hearted or not
Woman
must encourage myself
I'm a strong black woman

Floating in my head.....

2009-11-05T18:22:00.000-08:00

"Hello?"
"Hello?"She knocked frantically yet pulling her coat tighter against the evening wind.
"Oh, poor thing must be a fright right now!" she sobbed.
It wasnt like him to wander away from home.
"Josiah!"
"Josiah!"
"Argh" she screamed as her pocket vibrated
"Is he home? Have you seen him? Josiah, are you okay?!"
A silent sob escaped her and the phone fell from her hands as she slipped into nonexistence.
"Hello?"
"Hello? Brigitte please say something?"
A chuckle escaped her before she could hold it back.
"Hello? Stay right there, I'm coming to get you"
Three days she'd been searching for her son.
Three days she'd known his fate.
Three days she'd hoped otherwise.
Her son's headless body had been found floating in the creek.
Josiah.....Headless...floating in a creek.
How could she have been so careless.
"Brigitte!"
"Oh my goodness, you'll freeze to death out here!"
Her body was cold and limp.
"Breath Brig, everything is going to be fine"
It sounded almost believable.
She chuckled again
"He must be cold. I didnt see him with a scarf. We should wrap a scarf around him and fix him some hot cocoa!"
"We will, as soon as we fix you some and get you all warmed up, we shall!"
"Oh my Josiah!" she crawled into a ball and wept.
"Do you think, she'll be okay?" Matilda asked as he got into the car
"I don't know!" she turned back at Brigitte.
"I doubt it!"
"She loved her son terribly."
"Remember what they said. She must never know!" she whispered
"Shouldn't I be telling you that? You have more at stake if she finds out than I do"
"Humph, I was only reminding you" she puffed.
"Yea sure! You stay on you game and I'll stay on mine!"
They stared at each other, neither trusting the other and neither saying a word about it.
.............................................................................................................
Random story in my head, it continues, but I am at work and the phone is ringing off the hook and its distracting and rather annoying for me to pause between what I'm typing
Although, I am kinda glad that there's some activity in this shift!
Thanks guys for coming to me blog!!!
Been seeing some new 'faces', and liking their blogs as well
I'm doing a twist and turn tales series, basically its a bunch of random stories that tie to each other, so I need random story ideas, very random, so that the fun part is merging them all to make one sensible story!
Please e-mail be_edevine@hotmail.com

Come out...Come out...wherever you are....

2009-10-26T01:55:00.000-07:00

Where has everyone gone?
Ok, i admit it, I havent written anything in a while, but I have been here, refreshing the page waiting on you, when it occurred to me that you just might be doing the same!
I'm at work again, its one of those quiet nights.....except that its Miderm week, so the student centre is pretentiously busy, i say pretentiously, only because half of these people arent studying, they've been playing songs and giggling and youtubing all night. I feel like yelling, 'Study, Shut it off or Go Home!' I dont see why I have to be forced to listen to other people's very random taste in music!
Seriously
There's also the random people that come up to my desk and just talk, about random things too, and they (a) dont know when to stop and walk away, (b) think I'm really interested in their cat, Sheryl, (c) buzzed on red bull and need to stay up, either way, its doing my head in.
One of duties is to pick up the phone, and I've been staring at it so hard, I think the poor thing is just going to ring to make me happy!
But I love my job tho, besides the fact that it gets me buzzed and hyper at the wrong times in the day, I actually love my job
I get paid to sit and study, now aint that grand!
Hmmm... This is slowly turning out to be a random post(forgive me, I've been drinking soda and this thing called 'fuel' and the first thing on the bottle even before the name, is CAUTION: POWERFUL)!!
3 hours 30mins till I'm done!
has anyone ever tried the 5hr energy thing? does it work?
I think vitamin water does, well maybe not for me, but the vending machine for it is sold out!
Hmmm....
There's a song in my head and I dont remember who sang it, help please!!
all i remember is it says som like: i will cry/die/lie(dunno)for you, if you want me to, I will ..... for you, girl you know its truuuuuuueee, yeeeea, sm sm n then it goes into sm kinda reggae thing, that I think is Shabba Ranks, but I dunno, its been in my head since Friday! that and surprisingly the 'alanta song' and i find that strangely bizzarre cus i dont care for it at all!
I have been meaning to do a picture blog of the things that I am obsessed with for fall, but just havent had time
Here's one though, I'm soooooo into buttons, not buttons as in the ones that come wiv my shirt! but buttons that say stuff, so here's a link to the blog of the guy who makes my buttons
Yay buttons!!!!
i have just about everyone on that blog and you can customize 'em and you should totally check out the smiley face ones, the flags, the comics, the movie ones, the statements, ok i'll stop now!
Just check it out ok! : pearl-creations.blogspot.com
ok, ttyl at least till I get some sleep, which if you havent noticed, I more than need!

Mic Check...Mic Check....1,2..1,2....

2009-10-10T08:25:00.000-07:00

Good Morning Bloggers!!!!
Insert deep breath.....
Can you smell that crisp morning air.....that begs for an old fashioned breakfast....lol....nice thinly sliced yam and scrambled eggs and not just any kind of egg, stewed eggs..hmmm
Mother where art tho
Or even, better yam where art thou
Its best not to even hope for better yam in this far away country....
To think about it though, weekend breakfast was alternated between Ogi and Moi Moi or yam and egg...Sigh the good days
And my mother
That sweet woman, knew how to stuff moi moi with so much delectable goodness that it shouldnt have been called moi moi any longer...
Insert laugh here...
Saturdays were also the days where good ol lesson teachers come along
How wonderful satuday morning were until you saw that form grace your doorstep, and mentally calculate if all assignments have been done
Mehn, lesson teachers suffered with me though, apart from the ones that were enticing enough for me to have crushes on.
Hungry, moi moi and ogi draining lot they were, and yes I did it
My blog confession
Forgive me bloggers for I have sinned....
Yes, one time, My mother made one of these signature bean puddings! and my dad had 'unexpected' guests, and by the time they were done there wasnt much left. Then lesson teacher shows up, twitching and salivating, for MY potion of breakfast
He could have said, no thank you ma, I'm fine. He could have said, Oh, but thats Devine's, I couldnt possibly!
But nooo, he ate it, gobbled it all down.
I couldnt help myself..Insert choking sob.
So I did it, I spiked his juice!
needless to say I spent most of that days lesson time watching tv and He in the toilet...
He sure learnt how to say, no thanks!!
Plus, do you realize those lanky beings always showed up right when chores were done and you were about to settle for Cadbury Breakfast Tv?
Dem be winch...seriously though!
Primary school rocked for me!!
See my mum is/was a chef, so she found it interesting to bake me pies and all those fine fine things to school, Yes, I said Chef, not Caterer!!
But Devine here, just wanted bread and jam, or peanut butter, o tan!
So I started a trade, the good days\
When I got home, I'll have more snacks that I took to school.
Those days, when all that was important was who could re-enact Lion king, Voltron and Thunder Cats
Ah, there was this kid, Busayo, that kid vexed me eh, everyday, he'll tape his rulers together and be screaming 'Thunder, Thunder, Thunder Cats'!!
Mehn, I'm off to have me some eggs for breakfast, no bread, no hot chocolate, just eggs, oh la la
Oh, p.s, remember those gel pen days!
In high school
lmao, when you signed val day cards or wrote a letter to that special someone it was either with a scented pen or gel pen!!
And how you were the best-est kid for the while that your set was complete!!
Oh oh, remember Archie!! Chai, My nickname should have been Librarian!!
And how the books NEVER EVER come back the same!!
Oil stain here, rip there, plus it being bent?
lol.......Egg time, Dee..Over n Out!

It's Funny How People Eat When They Think You're not Looking....

2009-10-03T00:44:00.000-07:00

Interesting in fact!
I was in the food court at the mall yesterday and watched as people ate. I wasnt particularly conducting a study, just noticed how this girl practically shoved half her plate into her mouth, basically cus she thought no one was looking.
Thats how it started!
Personally, I'm a closet eater! If you stare at me when I'm eating, I'll stop, no matter how hungry! I love to take the food to me room and watch tv while I eat, Love It!
Dinner with a bunch of people.....Awkward!!
Lol, and people get mighty offended too cu they think I dont like the food or som'
And I take my time to eat..I hear that its cus I didnt go to boarding house! yea yea yea!!!
I love to bite and think about all the flavours, oooh and ahh, thats me! you guess it! Love to cook and my mother is/was a chef(only cus she ended up doing business later!) and she taught me not to gobble the food but experience it.
Its funny what people do when they think you're not watching!
Saw some funny clip of some Prime Minister picking his nose, then eating it and downing it with a cup of tea, like it was a croissant!!
What people do in their houses!
I remember a time when I wore masks like everything was kool, but I'd go home and cry my lungs out.
Its funny isnt it, what people say when they think you cant hear them!
Slander, gossip, general beef/hate comments.....
Seriously though, i sincerely think that if you cant say something to my face, you're just a coward, don't necessarily believe in confrontations and shinikua eye rollings but at least tell me, text me, don't tell Titi, that'll tell Gbemi that'll tell me!
Its funny how people look at you when they think you cant see them
lol...Oh I know this one for sure!!
Just today I was at work and I was looking out the window, when some guys walked up to me and I had heard em say, 'ey, lets go check out the girl with the big bum'...lol
Surprise! lol!
Its funny ey
Its funny really , what people feel in their hearts when they're not looking
Happiness, joy, love even comes in the most unlikely places at the most unlikely hour!
Its funny how people eat when they think you're not looking!
I dont know I think that you should eat the same out or in, in front of him/her or not!

If you're happy and you know it.......

2009-10-01T16:33:00.000-07:00

CLAP YOUR HANDS!!

so my day starts up with a facebook debate, a friend of mine updated his status to tell all the nay-Sayers to do sm or shut up.
To whch ppl responded by reminding him that he wasnt in Nigeria and all the things they were facing, etc etc...
i personally agree on the shut up part though, all my life I have Nigerians point out the faults but do nothing about it, ne hows that was that
and then i decided it was time to update my bedroom...you know, get my fall theme going on
started out good, wande, d banj, ayo, jill scott, singing me encouragements, but mehn, im tired
n now my room is in a ridiculous mess!
Mid-terms next week!!!!Yay!!!!then reading week!!!Yay again!!!
Inspiration for this post came when I remembered those days, when glitter pen/gel pen was the ish
When someone was really special to you, you signed their gift off with a glitter pen.
lol
it was no joke o, hear curses when someones pen goes missing.
lol...high school.
I miss high school......
I miss Nigeria.....
I have a speech/poem/thing to do on saturday for Nigeria's independence, so I called my mum and asked what good thing I could say and she said "well, Nigeria is a place that forces your husband to be romantic!!you call candle lit dinner an occasion, we call it Thursday night!"
I'm happy! by the way
just happy...thought of all the good things in my life and I'm happy.....
my room's a mess, dont have my speech, and im tred of ppl saying, 'is it not you!'; lol
I'm tempted to go up there n say, 'yo, ima let you finish...!'(ref to Kanye)
I lost my mentor two weeks ago, death is bizarre you know, you think you'll hurt forever, but to be honest I havent thought of it in the past 3-4 days, thats one of my fears. That ppl will eat rice, fight for plastic bowls and handkerchief, clean mouth and forget me; until a years past.
twitter random...im anti twitter hence my 'twits'(is that whut they're called??)shall appear here!
Twitter is EVIL, see how it has snuck into blogville n captured ppls hearts, regular bloggers have vanished eh, like facebook was to hi5,lmao
hi5! sigh, who knew you'd end so [pathetically, while you were sexing yourself up.
If facebook has those background things n music im leaving!!
ok, i need a maid....
a robot a wand, sm, d only safe place is this lil corner on the floor...
I'm happy, just happy, and if i hadnt spent half the energy dancing instead of cleaning up, i might have done a happy dance!
random much!

Blue Strawberries...Yellow Mushrooms

2009-09-26T04:09:00.000-07:00

Okay, once again I'm on this long ass night shift
and again, i did the coffee thing, well only cus I was sooo cold, and I dont want to add a flu to my list right now
I brilliantly added a Red Bull to the mix this time....Can you say...Are you mad? again?!
whats rather pathetic, is the fact that I'm still sleepy! Hiss!
And then some dude ( i dont know if he was trying to chat me up or just being nice sha) for like 30mins the dude was dulling me, ask me what he was talking about, I dont know!
Yes, I nodded and laughed and said, Oh' no~, Really?!, Wow!!' in all the perfect places, but mein, my eyes are open but my brain is shutting down, hiss again, Red bull gives you wings indeed!
Okay, I dont know why, but for a couple of months I havent written any poems, so I guess this is my ice-breaker poem!...

Blue strawberries
Like new stories that you've begun to fabricate
Are you kidding me? Do I look like a child to you!
Perfumes, lipsticks, underwear?
c'mon now?
I wrote the book, dont try to play wiv me
Blue strawberries
Like her name
Blue, like my heart
new...the stream of tears that I cry
Blue
so awful I feel inside
Trapped and unable to let my true emotions show
Blue, ice....
I fear that I'll just glaze over
New...become some creature that is similar to you
I mean, seriously?
Her? Over me?
I'm not even going to ask why!
Yellow mushrooms
in my hair
I slowly face reality
I feel like I've been smacked right down all the way to the bottom of the pit
Dayum
Trapped again I feel, like my innermost fears and secrets are open to the world to see
Mushroom, mushroom
form a canopy above me that they may not see me
My heart is wrenching and I am forced to scream
thats all I can seem to do, just Scream
No tears, No tears, NO Tears!
I bit into this
and now its moist insides course through my insides and poison me
What is Love?
Who are you?
What have we done?
Yellow mushrooms, in my hair
I feel like a punk, a wimp, a loser
No tears no tears
Just silent screams, of a heart wrenched and poisoned by you.....

Boredom

2009-09-23T14:28:00.000-07:00

mwah...mwah...how could i have left you for so long
mwah(all over my laptop screen, not your face!)
I was stuck in one of those houses where wireless internet is a myth and some stingy lil kid wouldnt share his computer...humph...My kids must learn to share, even if it means throwing 'time-out' away and bringing in 'the belt!'
Ah ah, it was bad, and the parents kept begging him in a way that irritated me, so i 'fashied' it all together.
Its 2:09 right now and I am at work. ALONE
Its a lil creepy too, I am in the student centre, huge huge place, all by myself, well save those wanna be nerd that are deceiving their lil minds that they are studying, hiss, when we all know they are on youtube!
Hiss, like why substitute ur warm bed to sit in this place and be on youtube!
Its actually my first shift and I think I ODed on the coffee, cus I have to be here till 8:30 in the morning!
What was I thinking, when I took this shift!!
Oh its raining too(just noticed!)
Lol, so Tim Hortons was closed and I had to go to 711 for coffee, I knew what I wanted when i got there, but omo when I saw their new flavours, I kinda got confused, so I ended up mixing like 3 flavours together
Cant even remember their names! Its not bad tasteing, thank God!
**Insert why am I pretending the coffee is working, I'm really bored right now, sigh*
I feel new, I feel different
The older I have gotten the better have become
Now, im a beliver that age has nothing to do with maturity or sense in general
but I am blue iced new!** (Note, sisnce I heard of D' banj's Koko success, I have started my own collection of possible money making phrases!!)
Mein, my dear bloggers, have you seen the preview of some ghanian movie, its called *heart of men* if you havent please refer to youtube, for I shall not taint my wall with such!!
I dont too care for African movies, cus they are annoying, mostly pointless, predictable, but you still watch it to the end cus you want to really be mad at the stupid ending, waste of my life I tell you!!
But this one movie, hm hm hm
I started out watching it and then my jaw dropped and and my eyes opened and all i could say was 'ghana, Ghana, GHANA!!' hey!
Infact Ima look fro the link! and post it on here!
Ghana is serious o, saw one of their movies, er, perfect picture, picture perfect, wasnt bad actually, they took their time and it was SCRIPTED, no Jim Iyke freestyling!!!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HBh6b_Olb6Q
FOUND IT! It got blocked on facebook, can you imagine! but I found it! Mu ha ha ha! lol
Its 2:47 now, just one random guy! There's this huge guy mopping up the space in front of me, hmmm, cant even ask you ppl 4 help, only God knows where you ppl are!
This man can bundle me in his arms and I wouldnt even know I have been kidnapped!!
2hours down, 5 to go.....
The used bookstore opens tomorrow morning and there are happy campers, nesting by the door, waiting for the best deals, na wa sha, Its 3 in the morning and they have their blankets and everything!
lol, wouldnt it be funny if they had like stoves, and stuff and started frying bacon while they waited, ha ha
Mein this coffee is wearing off, fake coffee, from 711!
hiss
think ima watch a movie, but what to watch
*if you havent realized it yet, im having a one sided conversation with you! maybe, hopefully, someone reads this before 8:30am, and suggests something!
Yay!!!! I just wrote a draft post and im loving it!! but it shall be revealed in its own time!! mu ha ha ha ha(711 coffee o, not me! sigh)
p.s isnt it funny how the time on this is 2:28pm? when I'm sure i clicked publish at 3:02am, im not even going to deal with that right now!
Blog time is a LIE, new conspiracy uncovered, once again, please blame this on the 711, coffee!!

New Love Like New Yam?!!!

2009-09-13T15:29:00.000-07:00

Funny title, cus I dont even like yam, well unless its sliced super thin or pounded with some niiiice soup!
But dayum tho, new yam is sweet! Like it has its own festival!!!! which other food has?hmm, apart from the fishing festival, which i dont know why they have(rambling?)
But new love like new yam is sweet, you ever had new yam, it tastes like sugar's been added to it....
New love
You know, the phone calls from 9pm to 9am, who knew you could talk so long
I was once on phone till my phone was hot! You ever had one of those?
That smile on your face when the phone rings, even if your in mid sentence, arguing over the price of oil or NEPA lol, that smile creeps up, as you excuse yourself to a private place to talk
The texting, my goodness the texting
I discovered the art of texting under the table, texting without looking at the phone, 'qwerty' took a lil longer, but we did it!
New love like new wine
Sweet die!
The giggling, do you realize that to people around you, you'll look mad?
Just sitting there in your lil world, your phone vibrates, and your read what he sent and you just 'te he he he' in your lil corner and quickly text back!
Ha ha, new love like a new car
Tear rubber son-tin!
Dayum
You know when you recline into the seat and run your fingers over everything new?
Start the car and listening to the engine purr, is like the very first kiss, slow in the beginning but as you push your foot on the accelerator is goes faster and faster and hotter and hotter till....
New love like champagne, leaves you all bubbly inside, all giddy and excited.
New love like everything new, you want to keep it under wraps
Ha ha, mein i know people that would peel off the cover on their phone or laptop till the thing vexes and comes off by itself
New love like everything new...you dont want stains on it, hurry to wipe it off, you dont want anyone touching it 'anyhow!' if you dont like to remove your shoes b4 you walk on my carpet, dont visit me!
New love like everything new....
Fight for it!
New love never has to stop being new love!
Never has to be love with complicated arguments over where I've been and whose calling you so late, never has to be all this rubbish drama, doesnt have to be us breaking up cus we are no longer 'in love'
All this leads me to ask, what is love anyways? Have we just mistaken basic compatibility that should be settled as friendship for a reason that we should be together
Nature states that the more you talk to someone and actually give them a change a part of you begins to like them and adjust a bit of your being to theirs, is that what this is?
Are you in love?
New love like New yam.... would stop being sweet
new love like new wine.... go ferment, stop being sweet
new love like new car...get engine problem, stop being sweet
New love like everything new, the luster fades, it slips to the back of your closte
New love like new yam....one day all go spoil shey?

In the Mood 4 Love....

2009-09-09T21:34:00.000-07:00

Continued from here.
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She hissed
"something isn't right"
"not again Kira!"
"why woulnt he pick his phone? Tell me! There can only be one reason'
"And that would be?"
"that he is cheating?!"
"isnt it obvious?"
Tade, her best friend, from when the barely had teeth had had enough. She got these phone calls on a regular basis these days and as much as she loved her friend, it was beginning to make her tick
"what if he is busy?"
"doing what? Tade, what can it be that is more important than me?"
Tade sighed, if she hadn't known Kira all her life, she would have assumed she was just dumb and obnoxious, but her dear friend always had a knack for picking the worst kind of men.
"Kira not all men are the same"
"yea, sure, experience has taught me otherwise. This time, i'm going to be in charge of what happens"
"Kira, i think you should relax. He is different, and if you arent careful you will choke him and he will run away; right into the arms of another woman"
"what are you trying to say? Tade, is there something you want to say to me?"
Not again, she had a presentation on Monday and really wasnt in the mood to play Oprah to her friend
"im not trying to say anything, Kira. Dont take your anger out on me"
"what i am saying is, give him a little breathing space, c'mon, you've called him like 20 times today, He will call you back!"
She heard her friend sigh, that was a good sign.
'Tade, i dont know what to do, I love him, or think i do, but i dont want this one to slip away; i dont know what i'll do."
'what you need to do is relax'
"why dont you do this, go to the saloon and get your hair fixed, or your nails done, or go shopping or something."
'hmm, come to think of it, his parents are having some thing tonight, i dont really care for it but he'll be there fo sure. I should get my hair done for that, and pick some new cloths as well'
'Thanks Tade!!, you're the best!'
'Yea, sure!"
'Hey, why dont you come with me? please, please dont say no'
'I'll pay for everything, your hair, nails, cloths, whatever, please!"
She sighed, tough choice, this presentation, or free pampering.
"ok, sure!"
"thanks, i'll be there in a flash"
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"Is she here yet?" He was tired of sitting in his mother's office, knowing that there was an attractive woman, a wall away .
"you know what,I have a lot to do"
Taking a wad of money out of his wallet, "give this to her, and have her get there before my mother freaks out"
Fate was cursed, for as he stood there, leaving a message with Bianca, the lady and her...
he would have said bodyguard, if there wasnt some facial resemblance, were walking out.
'Bye Bianca!! See you later!' she waved and pushed the door open.
Her voice was as divine as her face,
"Focus, damn it! Kira is the girl your with. Focus on Ki-"
The door chimed, she was back
'Hi Bianca, there's a car, parked behind mine, can you please get the owner to move it"
'What make is it?' she asked
"oh it was a midnight blue ferrari, license plates read..."
"my bad! thats my car!!"
She smiled and said something, but he was too into her smile to comprehend
'huh?' she stared at him quizzically
'hey, mister, don't you know its rude to stare?' Deremi hissed
He had been staring so hard that he hadnt noticed that her sister had come in as well.
'sorry, I'm really sorry'
'Bianca, get that stylist there, a.s.a.p ok'
He opened the door for them and followed behind frantically thinking of something to say to her,sound intelligent, anything.
'Hi, my name is Abbey'
She turned and gave him a look that made him wish he had shut up.
"Just tryna make some sort of conversation'
Dont!'
"whoo, you dont have to be so nasty Dupe!"
"Dupe!' perfect name"
She glared at her sister, ' lets go Deremi'
'Hi Abbey!, my name is Deremi, and she is Dupe!' she continued as if her sister wasnt there
'hi, nice to meet you!'
He looked at the car he was obstructing and looked back at her
Damn!! he whispered, she was some type of woman.
'I, really have to go, can you please, move your car?!"
'Im sorry' he smiled
"hope to see you around sometime'
"whatever man, will you just move your car?"
'Dupe!'
She got into her car and started the engine
'stupid man, to move car turn wahala' she hissed as she pulled out of the driveway.
"wow, someone is moody today!"Dupe chuckled as she fastened her seatbelt.
"Hm Hm hm, like ice cream on a hot day, I could just scoop him and eat him up!" she laughed
Dupe gripped the wheel, trying to force him out of her head.
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I told you, that lying two timing....'
"chill, so the man cant talk to another woman?"
"There is no evidence that they are together you know! You over-react sometimes. It's obviously nothing!"
"you say its nothing, its nothing' she sighed as she pulled into the parking lot.
The door chimed as they walked in
"ah, aunty Kira, welcome!' the receptionist greeted.
"Oga Abbey just walked out a minute ago, did you see him?'
"Hi,Bianca, oh did he?'
"I didnt notice!' Is Stella here today, I need to make my hair and tell Lilly that she better gather my polish before get to that seat!!'
Bianca sighed and rolled her eyes as Kira went to sit in the main saloon
That women had zero respect, treating people like dirt, she was lucky Bianca never had to make her hair
She laughed to herself, the image of a bald Kira in her mind.

Not a Post................

2009-09-06T17:03:00.000-07:00

Sigh
Ok so this is how 06/09/09 played out:
Woke up at 7am, showered and got ready to take the sub all the way to the grey hound station(an hr away)
(with my cousin.)
My uncle surprised me by dropping us off, cutting commute by 45mins!!!
Yay!
Got to the station, bought the tickets and then quickly walked to McDonalds to get the breakfast thing thing(i say that wen i really cant recall what its called!)
and for some weird reason my morning sickness kicked in
HAAAA, caught u!
I'm not pregnant o, just dnt do breakfast, or it'll make me sick, so my cuz did justice to mine(i think he myt have thrown it away tho)
DAMN...i regretted nt stuffing it in my bag(9ja aunty moment!)
i was feeling too fly to hv mcmuffin in my handbag!
the way hunger hooked me eh at appx 4hrs 25mins into the journey was no joke
arrived at my destination,yay!!
to be reminded that as you wonder North of Canada,it gets intrestingly colder!!
Still hungry here, but priority was to get my dear cuz in his Rez and all
Then we wondered around town small picking up school items...
and then we found food
btw this myt be my worst post!
Sha I'm writing in a state of extreme fulfilment!!!!
I'm sooooooo stuffed! I doubt that I can walk!
some lamb soup something like that and chinese ppl understand the language of soicy, damn i told them i wanted extra spicy and they had it soo hot i think i spoke a coupla words in chinese, teary eyed n all!!!
The food was suculent and sweet like DAMN!!
upon all, i only ate like half? i dont get it!Its not that im doing shakara 4 food o, just dnt eat!
Sigh
Anyho me and my satisfied self shall finish watching breafast @ tiffany's n sleep!!!!
TTYL!!!
UNedited...........

In the Mood 4 Love.............

2009-09-02T16:09:00.000-07:00

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Dec 23nd 2002.
'You know, if you aren't going to answer your calls, you might as well just turn your phone off. If i have to listen to it ring one more time, I'll squash it' she hissed and more like fell into the couch than sat on it
Deremi was huge, and it wasn't because she ate a lot, ok maybe she did eat more than her fair share, but her sister had always been chubby.
'I just don't feel like talking to him right now, i know i am just going to get upset, one way or another'
'Then pass the phone to me, and let me squash it or squash him' she giggled, holding up her palms.
'Don't you think my palms are strong enough!' she chuckled and bit into her pie.
"Leave me alone, jo!"
' Dupe, i really dont like seeing you like this. I dont think that its worth all this jazz but ...' she stopped, seeing the flash in her sisters eyes
Holding her arms up she said, 'okay, mum and dad are out of town, no restrictions, although we have to bribe Danladi, but, its been so quiet, and you have been sooo depressing lately. Seriously, lets go out!get our nails done, get some ice cream...' she said battering her lashes.
As if on queue, her phone rang again,caller id, Mr x
she sighed,'Okay okay! Get my car keys from my room please'
A statement that should have made her sister squeal, but Deremi was too much of a lemon to.
'Excuse me?, if you haven't noticed i am rather heavy, too heavy if i must say to run up and down the stairs, we have maids you know! And i am not going downtown with you looking like that"
"please go upstairs and get ready, then get your keys and call me!!"
Sighing, she picked up her phone, 8 missed calls, Mr X
'out means out, get out of my head!' she said tossing the phone on the couch
An hour later, she and her sister were sitting at a spa downtown, getting their hair and nails done
An event that was not out of the ordinary, it was something they did to relax and get away from stress, usually followed by some ice cream and a movie.
But not today
Today, things were a little different, somewhere between the second coats of nail polish and having her hair styled, he walked in
No choir singing, though he definitely deserved some light from the skies zoning in on him.
smooth, suave, sexy, all the s's required to make a girl weak in the knees.
He smiled and said his courteous his and hellos and made his way to the back of the store, followed ogling eyes and watering mouths.
She smiled and played it cool, like she didnt notice him, like her heart didnt skip a beat, like her palms didnt go sweaty when he flashed his near perfect white teeth and mouthed hi!
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He honked his horn, rather impatiently and yelled out his window to the car in front of his.
He hated it, when his mother disrupted his day to have him run errands to her saloon.
She needed him to pick up a stylist to make her and his sisters up for some silly cocktail his father was hosting
'Its green!!You can go now!' he yelled and honked again.
He let down the top of the car, to let in the summer air calm his nerves
Kira wouldn't be the happiest about his new change of plans
Damn, Kira.
He had met her at his mum's saloon, a couple of months ago, and why he still stayed in a whatever it was that they were in, he didn't know. He hadn't intended for it to go this far. He had just gotten into the country, bored and looking for something to play with when his mother shoved her in his face.
She had a body to die for, scratch that, kill for; she knew what to do to make his toes curl and she was intelligent , but she just didnt do it for him.
And now it was even more difficult to end than it was to begin, she was just too bossy, too over protective, too, everything!
He turned and parked in front of the saloon.
He chuckled to himself, he couldn't say he completely hated coming to the saloon, especially when his mum wasn't there
All those females, tearing him apart, when he walked in, simply divine!
The door chimed as he walked in
"Hey Bianca!' he smiled and greeted the receptionist
'is Tade here yet?'
"morning Sir, she was here a minute ago, but i sent her out to get something for me' noticing his frown she added, 'she will only be a moment, sir'
He sighed," i will be in my mum's office, call her cell phone and have her get here a.s.a.p'
" silly saloon girls' he muttered
Damn, Kira was going to be so pissed.
I should call her, go see her on my way home, I should...
His mind was racing with several thoughts that shut down as soon as his eyes met hers
He wasn't sure what it was that held him in her gaze, but he stood transfixed, looking into her eyes; time seemed to pause.
damn.....she was beautiful, no scratch that, divine, he was about to come up with another adjective for her, when his phone rang
He looked at the call id, 'Damn. Kira' , he cursed under his breath, and briskly walked into the office.
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Sm' old I wrote, strated reading it and got really interested in the story, So September is The Mood 4 Love...Let's see if I can write another novel By blogging it!
Please be as honest as possible on the comments...Merci Bien!

Uncut..Yet Undercover....II

2009-08-30T14:19:00.000-07:00

**insert sigh***
Life!!!
I feel kinda weird today.
I mean, i just read Fab's n Sir Scribbles' posts but for some reason, I have been having blog flu.
I mean, I have been away for a while and have written a bunch of stuff but just didn't post any of them up.
*insert sigh again**
Maybe this would end up being a random post, I don't know, but please bare with me.
I think what it is, is hurt, i think thats what this hollow, dense, vacuum feeling is.
You know what really grinds my gears, cowards.
I realize that the loud mouths, the one that act all '50 cent, 9 bullets, cant kill me' are the ones to fear sometimes. The ones that act all up in your face, make the worst of snitches.
Yea, I think it's hurt, and a little disappointment.
I don't hope to sound foolish or naive, but I am one of those rare people that expects the good in others; I assume that people would cheat, lie and be sneaky, but I also believe in giving them the benefit of the doubt.
Is that so bad?
Should I constantly be pushed and my politeness insulted to a point where I seize to care?
Lol....
What most people do not know that I would like to clarify, here, is that silence should not be mistaken for foolishness, nor forgiveness for weakness; it took a deal of work for me to grow from suspecting, and expecting the worst of people to this; so heck no!am I going to roll over and let a few insecure, spineless mice, make me go back to that, plus I have also grown to a place where I don't think its fair to punish the world at large for a few people's sins, whutchu fink?
I dont know mein, like i said, this is kinda random
But it hurts mein, i wouldnt lie, shoot. I meet people who daily, tell me that loving people is wrong, that giving people a chance is akin to a taboo, that being nice and friendly to people will only come back to hurt me, and whats worse that the propagated evil of man, is the confirmation!
Who do I turn to and confide in now? Who would say, ow Devine, sorry bout that, but I kinda told you
Shoot, I really hate that phrase..."But I told you so!"
I'm also very sick of people claiming my post, saying that it refers to them, mein, you guys make being creative hard, and the blog is called BE-E, so take a CHI-ILL pill and let this babe express now! This semi anonymous thing sef!
*SIGH*
Yea, this hollow, dense, arghh, feeling, yea its hurt...but I cant stay down.....like a pheonix ima rise and keep doing me, keep loving you(not one person o! before ppl start commenting!I not broken hearted hurt!) lol
Thanks to all who have given me space to breath, but in the words of a noble friend...
BANKAI !
let's do this!

DO YOU KNOW WHAT REALLY GRINDS MY GEARS? Part 1

2009-08-24T19:48:00.000-07:00

People who snap chewing gum, I find it annoying, not the snapping per say, but the fact that their mouth is open while they chew... eew!
Girls that SLAP their head, in order to look cute while resolving an itch, YOU LOOK MAD!!okay!
Get a cute lil pin thing thing and gently poke it in the direction of the itch
what do have in there, a family of lice?
People who do not know how to be discreet on the phone, yes, I'm talking to all you, ngbati, ngbana, o dikwa, why o why, can you not speak in the same tone with everyone else! no one wants to know your business
later now, when you get mugged you'll start crying!
FARTING on public transportation, like its a freaking subway! are you serious?!
People who chew food with their mouths open, as in, I can slap you!its not hard to shut your mouth, is it?
Pantie lines! Aarrrrgh!
People who know nothing about what I am talking about, intervening
or better, when you have rehearsals, the constructive criticizers that nothing looks good to, but when you tell them to give an idea, they walk away,keep your opinions to yourselves please
Chicken heads....like why cant you accept the fact that you used to be together, you broke up with him, he moved on; why would you try to make the new babe jealous or start rumors that obviously aren't true
to add to that, jealousy, i really cant stand it, go get yours!
People who try to intimidate me, size doesn't matter, DAVID(small boy) KILLED GOLIATH!
I'M NOT GOING ANYWHERE!
Facebook! like why tag me in a video or picture, I'm not even in, and then the damned notifications wouldnt let man rest!
GUYS THAT DO NOT USE DEODORANT, ejo, biko, (dont know it in hausa), please now! as in, please!
guys that have dreads or braids that without a microscope you can see the germs partying up in there, like people, c'mon naw!
People who cannot cook claiming and attempting to cook for parties, why now? like bad enough the tinie pot of rice tasted like crispy salt, why would you do it on a large scale?
PEOPLE that dont WASH THE BASE OF THE POT, eish, why wash around it and not clean its bum,WHYYYYYYYYY
Fake people, if you dont have it, we aint mad at you baybe, its all good!
People deciding that they want to go into music, when they have 0 to nothing talent, like stay in school people
Tell me that someone like soulja boi, would have money in the next 20 years,(ref. Mc hammer, parading his poor family for small chop change).
LATENESS, for some reason, I hate waiting on people, like i hate queuing! but some people have no regard for time and even when they come late, they don't realize that their silence means more to me that their lousy excuse; like , i was straightening my hair, do you like it?!
and whats up with America's best dance crew this year, like are they serious?
Somehow, those gay ppl dem are using their gayness to aome advantage because they cant dance, but if we pursue them now, they'll say its bcus they are gay! hisss, whay cant they work as hard as they rest of us(not like I wouldnt use the 'isnt becuase I'm black card, if I found myself in a tight corner!) but their own is becoming irritating jo!
What grinds YOUR gears?

When Prey Becomes Predator....

2009-08-17T09:45:00.000-07:00

Fact or Fiction...African Men Cheat
I remember in high school, when we were done exams, we'd huddle our tables up and talk about 'stuff'
One being what would you do if your husband cheated.
So many people ran their mouths, but in the end, undoubtedly when faced with the scenario, I doubt anyone of them would have carried out their threats.
A lot of older women I spoke to replied like, 'yea, duh, they'll cheat, you just have to roll over and pretend it didnt happen. You're the one with the ring!'
But still, is that grounds for cheating?
I hold the sanctity of marriage under the oath you take before God, but then the Bible said that infidelity is the sin that unbinds us.
So is it a fact, based on the insecurity of women who dont want to fight, who are beginning to think 'Well if I leave him, where would I go?'
Is it a fact that, 'Men have this urge to conquer, to overcome their prey and when the challenge is a sexy secretary thats playing hard to get, they must show her otherwise?'
I personally, cannot stand cheating, right after beating a girl, is cheating.
I'd rather you walk away from me, than come and tell me to my face that you cheated, there is no better way to rip my heart out.
Like my brother always says, you dont 'just cheat'. Its not like you stumble into someone and you've cheated!
Think about it though there is a process.
You see the girl, and then think it over in your head, imagine what she would be like, then you open a line of communication, till you both get to a point where your are ripe for the deed.
This is why I would get mad, this is my reason to say I'd break up with you: Are you freaking telling me that at any point in that process, you didnt even think of your wife and the commitment you made to her? Even up to the point of having sex with her, foreplay, getting a condom, you dont even remember your wife, who you usually do this with?NOT ONCE!are you seriiious?
Damn!
See thats disrespect to me, Chai, even thinking about it is hurting me!lol!
Out with you mehn! Thats me!I dont like it when people do things to me, that i know i respect them too much to do
I have heard a lot of guys rationalize why they have cheated, and all i hear is 'selfish,selfish, selfish!'
True too, not all guys cheat, but the problem is, its hard to like a fruit when you remember the day it almost choked you to death.
So is it a fact?, should women turn a blind eye and accept it as their fate?
What's peculiar is that when i asked guys, what they would do if their girlfriends cheated, they were so fast to say that they would cut her off, sharp sharp; and that got me confused because when i asked girls, some said, 'yea, we're done' but then the others sympathetically either blamed themselves or said they'll forgive.
What compels women to be sooooo 'understanding' that guys dont have?
Fiction? is it?
Is the sin of one man, mounted of rooftops? Am I over-exaggerating? Is it society that expects little from men, and so they in turn dont hesitate to disappoint at the drop of a hat
Dont get me wrong, I'm not saying that women dont cheat, in fact i think they are more tactful when they do, but I can assure you 95% of women who cheat, were cheated on and are carrying out a cycle of revenge!
And isnt it retarded how men cheat on women with people they know.
Like a girl he met at work, who just lost everything; and then your wife goes out of her way to buy her stuff, get her all settled and thats who you shag?
Or a mutual friend who just came into town for an appointment and your girl trusts you soooooooooooooooooo much she says, the girl could sleep over at your place since she is stranded, and you cheat with her?
C'mon mehn....if its a fact that men really cannot control themselves, and have this natural urge to spread their wings, I fear what they would turn women to...
When they prey becomes predator? hmmm......

Abeg Hear this One Oh!!

2009-08-12T15:45:00.000-07:00

I'd like to thank everyone for their feed back so far! and pls if you have any qsts on ur mind, just ask me!!lol...and no i cannot wire you money!
My question today is: Does Smoking Make you a bad person?
The ideology that people who smoke are bad, has been fostered by a majority of Nigerian parents and I dare say the society.
But as with the theme of the month it's out there, we,(this current generation) should talk about it!
In essence what are you going to tell your kids
I recall a time my uncle was dating this babe, this was smtime in the early '90s.
I didnt know a lot at the time, but at home, all I recall my mother saying was that she shouldnt smoke in the living room, or around us. Zero condemnation.
But every time we went out and she pulled a stick, I got mixed perspectives; some people looked at her, like a rebel, you know, sooo cool, I'd hear ppl snicker 'mehn see that babe!', some guys wanted her because she was 'so bad! as in-'!, others gave a more 'your soul in hell shall burn' kinda response, but she didnt care jo, she smoked her thing and when she was done, threw it on the floor.
I recall then , that i felt a level of 'cool' standing next to someone who was 'defiant'
Now I ask, who determined that it was defiant to smoke, or 'bad' in the same sense that being clad in leather on a Harley is kool?
Seriously!
Not so long ago, a friend of mine told me that she smokes, and I, personally am opposed to it, not because my parents or the society i lived in told me it was bad, but I dont think its a wise way to die!
(It still kills right?) and also because, a lot of ppl i know didnt have a good reason 4 doing it, by that I mean, its all part of this, 'I'm a rebel' I'm a bad guy! kinda image.
But you see, somewhere in that discussion she explained to me that she smoked for fun, to chill.
And that got me thinking.....
When i want to chill, I have some chocolate or ice cream. In fact, just about every time i have a novel, I have chocolates to go with it.
But one image is projected, good, fun and ok, and the other, bad, not fun, oh not okay
Think of all the ice cream commercials you've seen, fine woman, chilling on front of tv, wiv a cone or a tub, smiling and licking the spoon! Nonsense, half the ppl that I know aprt from movies nights, use ice cream as comfort food when they are sad and weeping over heartbreaks? do they add that in the commercials? NOoooooooo
But then you have cigarrete or cigar commercials and there is most often a bike(Why?) and leather(i really dont get it!) or a glass of whisky and a guy in a suit, not the one that looks like a carpenter sewed it, but a power suit,(think of everytime u've seen Jay-z puff on a cigar) and its in slow motion oh!
That's where I'm caught up and need your opinions, what do all these subtle statements mean?
I am a housewife for ice cream and I'm a boss when I have a cigar in my hand?!!(it does kinda have an appeal to it sha, imagine urself on ur CEO desk and puffing in slow motion, I mean that sounds better that a tub of ice cream in ur hand!)
You recall my statement that, i dont like the idea of smoking because it kills, right?
but if i had a bar of chocolate for every stick my friend has, wouldnt we be on teh same level, but only killing different organs?
The same goes for drinking as well, some ppl again, drink bcus if their parents caught them, they would ship them to reform school, but then others just sit home on a Friday, watch a movie with a glass or 5 of Bacardi, are they bad?
Same thing goes for piercings.
chai, i remember this woman at the saloon when i was little, mehn that woman put the fear of piercings in my life!
She was ranting about how if you had two or more piercings, you are telling the world that you are an confirmed ashewo! Like she came and wagged her finger in my face and made a face that made me feel condemned even though all I had was one!
What does that 'bad' even mean sef? Are they the ignorance of generations past?
What do think is 'bad'?
Is your decision based on you, your personal ideology, or is it something that society has nurtured you to believe?

iNSerT tItLE hEre

2009-08-08T14:49:00.000-07:00

We ran off the stage, giddy and excited.
'That was soooo much fun!' I giggled as we walked into the dressing room
'I know, right!We should so do that again!' she replied.
We took off our costumes and ransacked the pile of clothes for ours
in our anxiety to get on stage and get the performance over with, we had thrown our clothes about the room.
Walking around the room in only our underwear, searching for our clothes; I saw something I'd never seen on my friend before.
Just peeking above her underwear was a tattoo.
I grabbed her arm
'Ah, ah, whats wrong? whats wrong?' she asked, nervously scanning the room.
'Did you see something?' she asked when I didnt reply.
'Whats that?' I asked staring at her tattoo
She followed my eyes to the little star she had on her hip.
She giggled nervously,'oh, this, nothing!'
'You got a tattoo, when?'
She turned away, trying to hide the volcano of emotions that clouded her eyes.
'Talk to me!'
'I got it a month ago'
I held her shoulders and spun her around to face me
A single tear fell out her eyes and rolled down her cheeks
'To remember, you know!'
I stared back, puzzled
'Remember? Remember what?'
'You know they say, you'll forget, that it will pass away, but I havent forgotten, cant forget!'
'Ah, ah, you're not making any sense!'
'Remember what?, forget what?'
She sighed and this time a flood of tears like the wave of an ocean, crashed landed and she wept
like a baby she began to weep.
She proceeded to tell me that when I left, she met a guy.
They liked each other, you see and so decided to take their commitment to the next level.
So they made love, not sex she said
Their souls were in tune, it wasnt magic, it was passion like fire and ice colliding, she shuddered as she narrated.
I nodded
Not too long after this, he stopped calling. She looked for him everwhere, but he was so evasive and finally called it quits
She was hurt, but braved it, he wasnt right for her, you know, beyond the sex, it wouldnt have lasted anyways!
I nodded again
then her period wouldnt come
a month, two, nothing
So she got it checked out, and found out that she was pregnant.
Pregnant? She couldnt be, you see, she is in college, you see, she has a career, a life to live, pregnant?
The doctor replied, well technically its not a baby yet, its a division on many many cells at this stage.
SO what are my options?
you could take it out?
You mean abortion? she gasped
All the Nigerian movies she'd seen hunted her. None of them made it alive in the end, or the ghost of the baby chased them around till they lost their mind.
the doctor shrugged
She couldnt deal with the emotions or the thoughts so she ran out the clinic, to her mother's office. Hoping that when she got there, her mother would be undertanding
Her mum was enraged, 'Ridiculous! You cant keep it! Have you lost your marbles? Having sex? Hell no you cant keep it!'
She said 'it' like it was cancerous.
She pleaded still till her mother saw reason, and accepted; she smiled
'My mother, could be so understanding, you see. Thats why I love her' she said
I nodded, affirmations werent needed.
Two days later, her mum came home from work early and made her dinner.
Special diet for me and the baby, she said
Pregnant women need all the rest they can get!' she'd pulled my cheeks and said
'My tummy hurt so much' she sniffed
So i went to the bathroom, and there was so much blood.
Blood everywhere on my palms and clothes' she shook now
My mother towered above me as I lay on the bathroom floor.
'Ridiculous, you couldn't have kept it! but dont worry, it wasnt a baby yet, just a cluster of cells' she tapped my head and walked out
Left me alone, with 'it'
The counselor said with time, id forget
But I havent, cant, I lay on my bed every night wondering if it was a boy or girl
So i got the star, for him or her.
Abortion' she chuckled, whose choice is it anyway?
What is it when the sperm touches that egg?
I shrugged uncomfortably
'I'll tell you' she sighed
'It's life! It's a living being! not a cluster of cells!'
She stared me square in the eyes and asked......'Tell me what you think?'
Abortion? What is it to you? What will your choice be if you were faced with it?'
(pls male opinion included)**

Hi Hater!

2009-08-03T19:03:00.000-07:00

Hi Hater!!
You see me!
Recently, a lot of blogs that I've been on, have been making references to their haters.
Been talking about how these people think you're too this, or you're too that....
I probably shouldn't blog under these conditions, I mean, just having recently had an encounter with these creatures
These haters!
Personally I love my haters
I love them to bits!
To begin with, my father always said to me
'Dee, you'll only have people(haters) who will do everything in their power to say and/or do something to harm you or your reputation, if you are important.
Thats the word-Important
---*Definition: of much or great significance;mattering much;prominent;of considerable influence or authority.
Think about it though, if you were a nobody, a beggar, druggie, i don't know some low life insignificant piece of matter, no one will 'hate'.
You know why I love haters, and why i appeal that you surround yourself with them?
Its simply because no matter what I do, they still hate! I work so hard and they still hate!
Its frustrating at times, but when I count all my achievements, I have to thank them.
I have friends and I love them, to bits I love them, love them, love them!
They support and encourage me like friends should, and when I have a victory, a success, a great achievement, what ever! They celebrate with me. We go out to dinner and toast! Do something to celebrate the cloud I'm walking on, till I get home and some 'hater' has left a comment.
A hater signs in as anonymous and writes nonsense on my blog, a hater calls me, makes useless threats and then hangs up.
****Sigh***
Haters!
But you know what that does to me? It vexes me! Then it makes me feel like I havent done enough, it forges me in the fire
Haters, you're my fire, Im gold!
I need you, please never leave me.
Good compliments are fine, they are the embroidery on my fabric, but you dearest hater are the hot water, the hydrochloric acid that constitutes the dye on my fabric
I love you!
My dear, dear haters, They inspire me to be better, make whatever achievements I have mediocre.
I'm not sure I'll be the better of myself, the best I could ever be, if it were not for my haters.
Most of my proudest achievements are as a result of the fact that someone said that I could never do it, will never be it, and have I now?, yup, am I now?, yup, yup!!!
My name is Devine, I'm walking Gold, and I wouldnt stop, I wouldnt quit, until I am the best that I can be
I dont swear, and I am so tempted to, but what I can do is assure you, promise you that my name, you'll hear, in classes shall your children learn of me!
Till my last breath, dear hater, I wouldnt disappoint you, every flaw you point out, i will correct
You scratch me to perfection!
XoXo!
Your biggest fan
Dee

Off the Cuff, Yet Undercover

2009-07-31T11:40:00.000-07:00

First of all, I'm freaking out!
I totally thought today was the 30th!
Dayum, how time flies!
Eish, and the closer September becomes!
I'm not happy at all!
Hmmm, not at all, so much to do, soooobbbbbbbbbbbb!
That depressing note aside!
I'm off the cuff today yet undercover!
I realized I havent really spoken about me in a long while, if at all even!
See, I love to write and I make it my inspirational business, to be able to absorb people's emotions and write them out as mine
:-)
Today though, its about what on Devine's mind
I'm unsettled at the moment, very disturbed and disturbed again
Very disturbed is an understatement.
I was just on Fabulously Unwritten's blog and she had a picture of a bag she was *hint, hinting* on for her birthday
No biggie you'd say, right?
But as a female, I am soooooooooo dead when it comes to some things, and just now it bothers me!
Yesterday, I went shopping for a gift for my mum, and thought to buy her a bag, but come and see me and my dilemma between clutch, purse(all i'd call wallet!but apparently it aint!) and bags
Sigh
You see when it comes to things like this, i'm like your brother!
You know when you drag your brother or boyfriend shopping when they would rather watch a game! Yea thats me! and it bothers me
I see all my friends react to bags like its walking diamonds, name brands here and there, and I am as blank as talking to a guy about sanitary towels!
It bothers me, that my best friend is shopping on the Mac website for brushes
I'm like, Say what now?
There's brush for face again? Ah ah, whats the p?
I feel very unfeminine at the moment! An its irritating me!
But at the same time, I felt been unfeminine for a long ass time!
Reasons? If you wanna know, ask in the comment box and I'll tell you! he he he
And that it bothers me now!, I dont know why
lol
You should have seen me the day I walked over to the counter and paid for my first mascara
Chai, you'd have thought it was something else that I bought or i won the lottery, i'm serious!
Let's not even talk about the day I used it!
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, i was walking around like i had gold on my lashes!
Hisssssssssss, its not supposed to be that way!I admit there is a background story to the death of the yay! happy go lucky, sing song woman in me!
I'm frustrated right now though!
I stood in that store for good 30mins, just staring at the bags like jamb questions, for what now?!
played einie minie mannie mooh, father has a donkey.....
sigh
I am proud to say tho that I eventually walked out victorious!!(triumphant music, and me walking in slow motion with a grin!) and must have made a damn good choice for every store I walked into after that, people peeked into my shopping bag and gasping
'Oh may i please see that', 'where did you get that bag from', 'ow, Ben, we have to go by that store i want one!'
Chei, i admit my head was swelling a bit!
silly novice me(te he he he)
sigh
What am I going to do with myself?
I do shoes easily!!! ha ha haaaaaaaa, aint no probs there(except i have this thing for buckles on shoes, I cant bring myself to do it!) (at least that was till yesterday!) ha ha!
and I bless God, for giving me a body that can make calico look sexy!! but I feel like something is missing and I dont want to force it out, push myself and not be myself, you know?
Oh well, Lord help me to find passion for femininity, its who I am supposed to be afterall
Right?

Empowered!!!

2009-07-27T16:25:00.000-07:00

Yup
I am sooo refreshed.
I feel new and Empowered.
Sigh!
To think I didnt want to sign up for the program, to think I just wanted to sit in the hotel reading a book while the others went!
Sigh!
I'm sooooooooooooo glad I went.
What am I talking about?
I plugged in the videos in here, so you'll see!!(Yup, Devine knows how to work this blog thing!) lol

So there I am 230 feet from the ground and I'm thinking,
What the heck am I doing? ?
It tethers there for about 5seconds, you know, just sitting there and it then sends you speeding down at a 75 degree angle of descent with speeds reaching 125km/hour!
With open air seating!!
Do you know what that means?
I'll show you what it means

This is it!
Its not one of those rides that has you strapped in from your shoulders so at least you feel safe! Noooooooooooooooooooooooooo! all you have are the handles to hold on to!
A track length of 5,318 feet! This ride is insane!
Simply insane!
But I loved it!
Gosh, I want to do it again!!
Call me Krazie please but i so cant wait to do it again!
I cant remember the last time I was on a roller coaster but this rocked my world, It woke me up!
I dont know why i picked this to be the first ride i broke the ice with, but I feel so good that I did
I went on to explore some other rides, some flipping you upside-down, some spinning round and round as tho nothing was holding us to the machine!
And the sugar! lol
You should have seen me, stacking up boxes of cotton candy(aka candy floss!) like I was never going to taste it again!
I love it!
Thats what I look forward to at fares and stuff the sugar!
Still havent tried candied apples, it looks like too much sugar to me, plus I'm not apple's biggest fan!!
And then just when I thought I'd done it, just when I thought it was time to go home
I stood face to face with the ride called the drop zone
My friends looked up at it and said, ok! we're done, lets go, but I stood transfixed, just staring
I was determined not to leave without getting on that ride
Just for the record, I was scared!!Okay, but I put on my 'I aint no punk' face and strapped myself in for the ride
The ride pulls you 230 feet up into the air
(Ok think 23floors high if we approximate a floor to be 10feet high)
and then it leaves you there for about 5-7 seconds(I counted, before I got on it!) and then drops you, WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH!
CRAZY MAYNE!!!!
like when I got down I felt so pumped, if you told me to punch a wall i would have!
This was one empowering weekend!
I am in a very go-get mood!!
Love y'all, real talk coming up next
August is our Real Talk Month, NO HOLDS BOUND!!! WE ARE SAYING IT ALL!!!
Please send requests, questions or suggestions to oluwaniifemi@hotmail.com
Be -E!!

ONYX(New novel I'm working on!)

2009-07-20T13:48:00.000-07:00

“What a day it has been!” he giggled and reached across the bed to where she sat and tickled her.
‘How does it feel to be Mrs. Daniels?’ he stopped tickling and began to rub her shoulders
‘I am loving every minute of it, even though it’s only been for 6hours’ she giggled
He slid his palm down the small of her back to her waist and she seemed to jerk when he did.
‘Are you ok?’ he whispered into her ear
‘Yea, I, sure’ she stuttered.
He chuckled, ‘I understand, it’s your first time. I promise, I will take things slow.’
She let out a nervous laugh,’ I trust you, honey’
“Are you sure you are okay? Baby you're shaking!’ he laughed again.
‘It’s ok! I promise, its, happiness, excitement’ she laughed forcibly.
He kissed her neck, whispering romantic nothings to her.
She seemed to recoil at his advances, but he continued, passing it off as her nerves.She flexed her shoulders to throw him off but he didn’t stop. She shifted a bit, to push him away, but each time she shifted, he followed.
He was crowding her space. Somewhere in her head, flashes, memories from a time way back, images suppressed.
She kept repeating to herself,’ he is different, he is your husband, it’s ok’ But she couldn’t shake it off.
He slid his palm up her lingerie, and suddenly, it was as if she was ten again, she couldn’t see him, she couldn’t see the face of the man she had just married but the man who hurt her, the one who forced, who hit who…
“What are you doing? What is it? Stop!!’ he yelled holding her arms
“What’s wrong with you?
‘ It’s ok, it’s only sex, you wouldn’t die, besides we are married now, so there’s nothing wrong with it!’ he sighed
“Gosh, you are acting so weird!’
'Its only sex now huh, baby? Yesterday we called it making love, but now its just sex! is that all I am to you?'
He frowned
'Where are you going with this?
I'm sorry; it's only love making baby, c'mon relax' he coaxed.
“I’m so sorry’ she rubbed her head
‘It was…never mind’ she sighed
‘Let’s start again!’ she giggled and got off the bed
He shook his head and chuckled ,’ whatever you say, ma’am!’
He got off the bed, walked up to where she stood and lifted her
‘What do you think you are doing?’ she laughed.
He laid her on the bed and placed his finger on her lips to hush her.
‘You said to start again’ he said and leaned forward to kiss her.
She giggled and wrapped her arm around his neck, in the pit of her belly, it just didn’t seem right but she smiled anyways
Her palms were sweaty, beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.
She giggled some more, to ease out the tension she was feeling.
He leaned to kiss her neck, but it just made her recoil, memories, haunting memories she had suppressed now danced around in the rooms light.
People, places, faces, she tried to push to the rear of her thoughts
'Focus, focus, he is the one you love', she chanted in her mind.
As his hand slid from her neck down, all she could think of was another time, another place, but there was no compassion in this scene, slaps and punches, blood and sweat choked her.
She coughed as if the smell was present in the room; balling her palms into fits she pushed him off her again.
He sighed, “what is wrong?’ his growing impatience becoming obvious
‘Nothing, I guess I am tired!’ she faked a smile
‘Tired?’ he stared at her intently.
‘Yea! Tired’ she faked a yawn.
'long long day, all that dancing you know!' she smiled tightly and nodded
‘I’m not stupid, you know! We have been together for over 6 years, I think I Know when my best friend is worried.’
‘It’s nothing, really, it isn’t.’ she got up and walked to the bathroom
“Like I said, I am just tired, you know’ she turned the faucet and played with the running water
‘It’s nothing? You’re tired?’
‘Yea, you know, all that dancing, getting in and out of clothes, greeting people, tiring. I am sooo tired dear’
Tired?’ he repeated as if he hadn’t heard her
‘Yes, honey, arent you tired as well? she sighed
can we do this, this whole thing tomorrow?’
‘We are married, and the best excuse you can come up with is that you are tired?’
He walked to the bathroom,’ we haven’t even been married more that 24hours and the excuses begin’
She looked at him and laughed’ you know what I mean. please, tomorrow?’
‘It doesn’t make any sense to me, you are hiding something, and I don’t like it’
‘Nothings the matter baby. Im just tired so drop it, please!’
‘Look at me! What’s the problem?
Sweetheart, why we are here, if you can’t talk to me? Why are we married then?’
'Because nothings the matter baby, did you hear me say that I am tired. why are you trying to create something out of nothing?'
'I'm your husband damn it! I deserve a better excuse or explanation!'
‘Stop bugging me, I asked you to drop it, so let me be.
I am tired. Accept it!’ she hit the knob of the faucet so hard, it looked as though it was going to come out the other side of her palm
‘Ouch!’ she cursed and stormed past him.
‘Let you be? What has gotten into you?’
‘Nothing, nothing! Okay. leave me alone!’ she yelled, cradling her bruised palm in her hand.
He walked up to her, ‘sweetheart, you can’t keep telling me nothing’s wrong, when you stand there yelling at me!
He held her in his arms,’ you can tell me what it is, I am your husband! I love you” he reasoned.
She had to retain the anger, how was she to tell him now. She looked into his eyes, how?
She cursed and walked away.
Cursing every man from Adam, under her breath, weren’t they satisfied with all they had stolen from her, now this, the one man that truly loved her, they must take too.
The tears streamed down now and worse she couldnt control it, her shoulders slumped.
“Now, you are crying? Talk to me please’
He motioned to hold her, but she put her arms up, stopping him
With tear stained cheeks she looked at him
‘you want to know?’ you really do?’
She sobbed, the news would crush him. She slammed her fist into the wall
“stop it!’ he grabbed her
‘What’s come over you? Whats with all this drama you're acting for me?’
She stuttered and then turned away.
‘Would you say it already!’ he had never seen her like this before and it was really beginning to freak him out.
Why was this behavior manifesting itself after he said I do?
‘Yes?’ he tilted her chin, to look into her eyes
She turned and looked away
‘I was raped’
Silence.
'Did you hear me?'
Silence and then he burst out laughing.
He laughed hard and pressured and then sighed.
'C'mon honey, its not as painful as they say, its like a little pinch and that's it' he chuckled.
'Raped!' he laughed again tearing up as he did.
'It's not an excuse. I was raped.'
His pushed her away from himself and stared at her quizzically, hoping she would laugh and say it was some sick joke.
'you're joking right?'
She slumped to the floor and wept.
‘Excuse me?’ He bent and lifted her up
‘What did you say?’
“nothing’, she wiped her tears
‘I said nothing’
‘Ooh, it’s too late my dear. you cant pull that 'its nothing nonsense on me now!' You said you were what?’ his voice rising
Everything was falling apart so quickly
‘I wanted to tell you earlier, but I was scared you will leave me, and I couldn’t bare the thought’ she sobbed.
‘Oh really? But now that we are married, it’s suddenly the appropriate time, no?’
He let out a cynical laugh
'I-I cant deal with this right now, mehn' he chuckled
'like this is just....'
he turned and walked to the door, ‘I would never have thought that you…’
‘Please don’t go!’ she called out
“excuse me? Are you crazy? Have you lost your mind? You wait, till the night of our wedding, to tell me, of your stupid, promiscuous ways?’
‘Are you crazed? Do you know what love is? What trust is?’
“I didn’t want to loose you’ she squealed
‘Ooh, oh, it’s too late now!’ he laughed bitterly
‘You? You lie and deceive me, all this time?’
‘oh my God!’ he held his head in His palm
Do I even know you at all?’
‘You have to believe me, I wanted to tell you, but I didn’t want ‘this’ to happen.
He chuckled and mimicked her.
‘And I am supposed to believe this story, why?’
You were raped and you didn’t tell me, the first year, not the second, nor the third year of our courtship, not even the 6th year, no, you wait till we are married and pull this façade of being...’
He could barely speak
He only stammered when he was absolutely upset
“Please, don’t leave me, I beg you don’t’
I love you” she cried.
“Oh but no, dear, you don’t. if you had you would have told me, at least given me the chance to be the jerk, not lie to me and tell me on our wedding night. Keep the ring’ he spat out and walked out, slamming the door behind him.

...SSSsssh Seductive.....

2009-07-17T13:20:00.000-07:00

07.20.09

WHERE HAVE ALL THE GOOD WOMEN GONE?

2009-07-14T11:31:00.000-07:00

At last!!
I answer the question, Where have all the good women gone?
A while ago, I wrote about where all the good men have gone and the scavengers of women who have begun to assassinate every fibre that constitutes a good man.
Indeed there was a time where we had good men that would open the door for you, pull your seat out for you, make dinner, wash up after dinner, etc; but at an alarming rate they are becoming extinct all because of some types of women.
After I wrote this, I was challenged by the female followers of the blog.
They said to me Devine, 'well, what about us? where have all the good women gone? What has happened to them?'
I'm sorry to announce that they have been brutally murdered.
One by one.
Held by the necks and slain.
WHERE HAVE ALL THE GOOD WOMEN GONE?
I'll tell you!
You see, its not in the fact the women have been 'played', had their hearts broken, and all that, nope
Its in one thing
True, men.
This boils down to relationships no doubt.
But you see, men have been given the position of authority from the beginning.
From Adam, right?
Now, what answers the question, is the fact that men have 'abused' that power.
Dont get me wrong!
Not all men are guilty, but most are and have driven women up the wall to a place where women have decided to take charge and not wait for men, not depend on them
besides, who is a good woman?
and who judges and defines what that means?
Good women are supposed to answer to the beck and call of men, not so?
Good women are supposed to know 'their place', right?
Good women, don't drink, smoke, talk brashly, sarcastic, and all that stuff
but it is so acceptable that men do it?
What I have come to realize, is that hurts and heart breaks are like going to the gym
it build up tougher flesh, every tear cried in hurt, causes women to say, well never again, im going to be tougher next time, till they get to a point where they are seemingly emotionless
WHERE HAVE ALL THE GOOD WOMEN GONE?
Nowhere
They've only adapted to the conditions meted out to them
So now I say to all men, who want a 'good woman', you have to be what you want to receive!
you get what you give, give love and respect and you'd get love and respect in return

Konspiracy!

2009-07-09T06:27:00.000-07:00

Yes....Konspiracy, with a k
lol
I have uncovered a scheme by the stores, at least so far in Canada
Its a Konspiracy!
Not like the ones of 911, Diana and the likes,(if you dont knw them, bussback, and I will be delighted to enlighten you!) but this is HUGE
Recently, I pulled out a skirt my mum had a tailor in Nigeria sew for me. I have had this skirt for about a year now, and washed it Only God knows how many times.
You see, its a red, blue, orangish, and yellow patterned skirt( you know how ankara is!) but what lit the bulb was that the red was not pink, the orange not yello or the yellow custard,
Right beneath it in my closet was a blue skirt that I'd bought here and washed, max. 3 times and the navy blue was beginning to look like sky blue
KONSPIRACY!!!!
So then, i took time out to investigate(not having anything better to do, and CSI was boring me!)
I realized that the clothes that I had from Nigeria, havent changed
a yr, 2yrs old some of them and they still fit
but how many times have you bought a skirt, shirt or shorts at any store here and then you wash them and it becomes a battle to fit into them
with every wash, your clothes shrink to a state in which you either go on a diet, or buy new ones
ah ha!
can you say, 'Konspiracy!!!!'
I have concluded that the detergent industry and textile manufacturing industry are in on it
so that we are forced to buy more clothes
E-mbarrasing story!
I love my jeans, if i dont love you in the store, you're not coming home!
I love my jeans
So one of my favorites recently went into the washing machine, and dried!lol
and I stuck my legs into them
now somewhere between my hips and my bum, my jeans begged for Mercy, but I wanted to wear it that day and that was that!
I wore them and went out.
Decided it was a fine day to go to the riverside and get inspired.
I was there no more than 30 mins when the sun forced me to retreat.
And then it happened
As I rose from the seat, I heard a bzzzzzzzz
I frowned and shrugged it off
it was a little more windy that I remembered, but I walked on.
Jeremy who lives two houses away from me, runs up to me laughing
'I see blue!' he snicked.
'Blue?' what's this retarded boy laughing about? I wondered.
BLUE!my underwear!
I ran faster than light itself, bolted the door shut and screamed---(identity shall be concealed)
Its a Konspiracy people, i urge you to wear your adire loud and proud!
lol.....
Where have all the good women gone, comes up next!!

Crying without tears

2009-07-02T14:29:00.000-07:00

I promised myself not to blog about this, but its been so heavy on my mind that I cannot not say something about it.
About a month ago , I lot some one that was very close to me.
Funny and bizarre is that on that Tuesday, I wrote the draft for the post 'Standing on Needles' which was bizarrely about death and gathering strength through loss; as I was writing it, I was having a conversation with HRM, a fellow blogger who agreed with the weird content; so I decided to change it and post a poem instead.
Little did I know that my little angel, my baby cousin lay cold and lifeless halfway around the world.
I'm crying without tears
I'm screaming but when I open my mouth nothing comes out
My hearts is squishing and burning in a way that surely should make me cry, but yet nothing.
Interesting that on that Tuesday I was writing that I have had no personal loss, I have lost friends, yes, but not family, I expected the call, all four grandparents are still alive, so I expected the call, sooner or later; but not him, he was only 10!.
I'm pained, but silent
Confused yet understanding God's infinite purpose and design for all things
I think of his parents, I think of every family member in their grieve. You know how, they say that no parent ever wants to bury their child.
I can just imagine his mother having to take that handful of dirt and toss it on his coffin.
Damn, I'm crying without tears
Mutely screaming
I'll never get to see my baby again.
Every poem or song I write seems to somehow lead me right back to him
I am unsure if it death in general that has got me bothered, or the fact that all I will ever see of him ever is dirt and pictures
I dont know why after a month this emotions resurfaces, I dont know is thats the way it supposed to be, because I haven't lost someone like this before.
What I can say though is Rest in peace....
and I hope to see you soon.

One of those Days...

2009-06-16T10:38:00.000-07:00

First of all, I would like to apologise for vanishing; I'm working on something**its a secret!**
When I'm done I'll reveal it to you!
Today is one of those days I wish I could swim
or I wish it would rain
not just any kind of rain, a Nigerian rain!!
lol
I mean one of those thunder booming, lightening flashing, cool wind, air smelling heavy of rain evenings
To listen to the beady sounds as the rains fall on the roof.
One of those days when you actually want Nepa to ''Take light'' so you can enjoy the weather.
I want one of those days so bad
My mind is dense like a grey cloud, heavy with a storm brewing.
I wish like the rains that must be pouring now some where in the world I could find an answer to this distress.
Oh,please I am not depressed or nothing of that such!
I am a child burdened with the drive to succeed. Burdened to fame like a bee is to producing honey
I'm so restless with visions and ideas; i fear that I may explode
No longer!
I refuse to hide behind the shadows, in fear that my dream might be lost in the mist of the rain.
I so refuse to belittle myself in the fear that I may 'oppress', 'sound cocky', over-ambitious--WHATEVER
since when did that become a bad thing anyways?
There's absolutely nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't fell insecure.
Like a cloud, I'm puffed up, heavy, dragging my dreams along
My foot steps have become the thunder and my visions like lightening
My voice like cool wind
Oh, I apologize, if I have to be the 'Nepa' that shuts off electricity
I'm here now, and will be recognized
I'm raining
I'm pouring!

Response to 'My Type"--by Konfirmed yarnz

2009-06-08T16:45:00.000-07:00

Is there any such thing as 'A type'?
My answer is yes; but maybe not use the word, 'type' I'll say preference.
A preference that is built up to a stage that it becomes a criteria to measure male or females by.
I believe I have a type.
'My type" so far is based on temperament.
I'd say the type best suited to my personality is some one who is relaxed, quiet, meticulous, detailed, realistic, and the list goes on and on!
I am very lively and vivacious; I'm like tiger in Winnie the pooh, I'm here there! I love to do(or attempt to in the least!) 20 things at the same time!
So far, id say that I love to be independent and to do what I want to, and I can only date someone who allows room for that.
Not a guy who is easy to walk over, but a guy who can warn me of impending danger and still allow me run even if it means that I'm bound to fall in a ditch 2feet away!
That's 'My type"!
'My type" is also influenced by my family. I cannot be with someone who cannot respect me and treat me the way the men in my life do.
My father loves me to nonsense, yet he allows me make my mistake and stands by me to help me get up.
I can't be with someone who makes me feel 'choked'!
Better suited to my personality is someone who is not as hyper as I am, we'll irritate each other. Is fun loving yes, but a little down the meter from me. I realize that the guys I have been attracted to and dated have been quiet, don't talk to unless they need to, realistic(and that works cus sometyms my head is faaaaar in the clouds), and all the other good stuff, kind, pays attention to stuff yare yara yara..(my version of etc!)
'My type" is also based on the effective communication of my love language. If you don't know about that please pause and google!
There are 5 love languages and anyone who know how to speak my language is my type i guess!
Then there's physical attraction, now I have met a lot of guys who say, I'm a booty person, I'm a boobs person, I'm a flat tummy person etc. As well as girls who say I'm a chubby guy person, I'm a skinny boy person, I'm etc.
I think that physical attraction is VERY VERY important, because no matter how much you like their personality of a person its something you have to deal with.
You feel personality, you look at physical!
I think you have to be satisfied with the physical aspect of your partner. I feel that dissatisfaction with this may be what often leads guys or babes to cheat.
I don't want to contradict myself, but feel the need to make this clear to guys and babes.
Physical attraction is important but but should follow some sort of personality compatibility. Too many times guys meet babes that are correct on the outside but their personality is just............... and babes too, you meet this chiseled Greek god that 3months after uses your face to work on his biceps!
So there, I hope I answered that, Komitilla...There is such a thing as a type!. You just have to figure out what works for you, and the reasons why. I do admit that there are some shallow opinions to it.
Ah, but what about those people who say, you know, you're not really my type but I think we work out fine.
My answer is that, you probably make up for it with your temperament or your love language, and when females say that they actually mean physical attraction.
Since there are two sides to a story and I did the piece 'Where have all the good men gone? Its only fair that I ask the question, Where have all the good women gone?! Watch this space!

Lights, Camera......Reality!!

2009-06-05T01:09:00.000-07:00

It's here again people!!
Big brother Africa IV!
Really?
I happened to watch, OK I admit, follow, BBA 1, in which everyone unanimously agreed that Bayo(the dude that represented Nigeria), didn't do us too good.
Like the dude took cutlery, towels, etc from the house and when asked,(cus you know that the cameras see all!) he simply said, 'I thought they were mine to take' or something of the sort.
It reminded me of people who do that when they go to hotels and pack everything that wasn't listed on the billing sheet, and when asked they shrug and say,"i paid for it, now!'
There was also the issue of nudity in the first, some decided to bare all, some bathed in bikinis, only God knows what 4 holds
$200,000, I'm tempted to apply.
In between that and koko mansion!!
lol
If you have a camera and a free room, please let me know, we can work sm out!
I'm serious!
Its like $1000/per month to get a really nice place, we get sponsors and stuff.
lol...
Lights, Camera....Reality!
Pa da pa pa pa......I'm loving it!
Do you know that that song came out in 03?
03! that's at least 6 years ago
Do you also realize that that's the same song Mc Donald uses in their commercials
Please do the math.
The tag 'I'm loving it!' has been used since the song came out and for every time its used, they have to pay Justin.
EVERY TIME! so as many commercials that Mc Donalds have, as many times they have to pay him
Let me narrow this down, every TV, radio, magazine and newspaper ad, that's has that line = Ka Ching to JT
SIX YEARS! and counting
Who do you think is lovin' it?!
Lights, Camera....Reality!
Reality!
Whats going on in the world? Everyone is now a musician!
Like seriously!
Most of them at the expense of school! and whats worse is that they cant sing to save their lives.
I mean, I see a lot of people on their grind, who balance getting their degrees and doing what they love!
I had a conversation with a friend of mine from high school and she told me that she's 'you know, in the studio, you know! Putting a little sm sm, for the streets'
I sighed, 'for the 'streets' alright!
Whats going on!
Like there are people who actually say stuff like,' welll, p diddy didnt go to university look at how good he is doing!' ,'This is the hustle, mehn. I'm not going to spend my life in school, gotta burn tracks!
What rubbish!
Even if you can sing I beg you not to neglect education
If you have a talent or hobby, something that comes easy to you, work on it, maintain and improve it, but dont make your life about it; learn a skill, so that if anything happens, you have something to lean on.
We see it everyday, when an athlete hurts himself and then its a wrap!
Reality!
Remember: There's the time for everything!!

Standing On Needles...

2009-06-04T10:33:00.000-07:00

Its amazing how you can wake up and be so certain of the flow of the day; especially if the days before have followed a certain tempo.
It`s amazing how when I woke up this morning, I didn’t expect to see a couple of my old friends.
These friends of mine and I go waaaay back.
I woke up this morning; same plans most mornings, brush teeth, pray, shower, have breakfast as I watch C.S.I, write, listen to music (I know it’s a lot!) nothing extra-ordinary.
Till sometime after the sun had set.
I heard someone knock at my door and I sighed.
See I have a nasty habit of wanting people to call before they show up at my door. I pretended not to be home, but they didn’t go away.
`Hold on’ I sighed again.
You can’t begin to imagine my shock and horror as I saw who stood before me.
`Well, don’t just leave us standing here!’ one hissed and brushed by me
In a stunned daze I shut the door.
`Hi, old friend! `
I didn’t realize it at the time but I was shivering.
`You didn’t look so excited to see us!` Another pined.
You see, these weren’t just old friends. Like I said we go waaay back.
Way back as in, we had this love hate relationship going on. They offered me protection of some sorts I offered them a place to stay.
`Cat caught your tongue? ` The third asked.
`What are you doing here?’ I managed to stutter eventually.
Before me stood, my old pals; Fear, Anxiety and Doubt.
They look at each other and then at me and laughed.
Anxiety grabbed my hands behind my back, doubt pinned me down while Fear simply lit a cigar and puffed in my face.
`C`mon, don’t be this way ` Fear chuckled.
`We used to be buddie buddies, now you act like you don’t know us. You don’t reply our messages, don’t call us back; what’s going on? `
Fear leaned so close to me that I could feel its clammy skin on mine and shuddered.
Anxiety pinched me, till l was forced to scream.
While doubt just ran its fingers through my hair.
`Please, let me go’ I whined.
Their eerie laughter chilled my bones.
`God help me` I sobbed.
Now I really got fear mad, it grabbed my throat and squeezed hard, repeating what used to be sweet lullabies in my ear.
Whispering words that had been my shelter my comfort zone, that had held our relationship together.
But somewhere between Fear choking me and Anxiety pulling me down; I remembered how I`d kept them at bay for so long; I remembered how we `broke up`
I remembered that they had no power to influence me, the only power they had, like any friendship, was the one I authorized them to have over me.
In one swift movement, like someone who possessed a black belt (in my mind!) I spun and drove my knee straight into Fears chin.
Pulled Anxiety from behind me and slammed it to the ground.
Now Doubt had always been the coward amongst them all, and was already at the door when I pulled it back by its hair, and slapped it. Mehn I slapped it!
I was furious, enraged, mad and a kung fu warrior!
How dare these creatures, these low lives, step into MY house and act like they were boss?
How dare me, even me, open the door and tolerate such nonsense.
I was MAD!
`Get out of my house!’ I yelled
And never come back!
Fear chuckled,’ you think this is over, dont you? You think you`ve won`
Anxiety and doubt had vanished at this time and Fear and I just stood face to face.
I’ll be back, you know you need me!`it said when I didnt reply
I laughed out loud and said `...
Please fill in the blanks with what you`d say to Fear, or have had to say to Fear!`

Cry-ied Till I Couldn`t Weep.

2009-06-02T21:23:00.000-07:00

Tis' weird how you think you understand yourself, your body, your heart.
I thought i did
No!
I was certain without a doubt that i did
but in three days, i have been proven wrong
In 60 seconds as i watched him turn and leave, i was proven wrong
My belly flipped, my eyes burnt and my throat threatened to explode.
Time froze and my feet wouldn't move, the wind tickled my eyes, till it had no choice but to confess the feelings of my heart.....
I cry-ied
I stood there, in the middle of nowhere
my heart constricted
my throat dry
breathe, my brain said....
breathe....
but each breath caused a fresh tear
i stopped and asked my heart, why?
what this new development was
just like that...
He stepped into my life
and changed the outcome
In a trance i go about my day
cry-ing.. till i can weep no more
Ps: Thanks to all those who`ve visited, commented and follow my blog. I really appreciate it!

Giggidi Giggidi

2009-05-31T21:58:00.000-07:00

...GidI mE!
sigh
Gidi money, Gidi milk even Gidi hair!
Whats going on?
The meaning of Gidi( if it had any!) is lost to me.
I declare myself Gidiswagg!!lol...OK seriously though, I'm not even sure if Gidi is a prefix you want to your name!
I asked a couple of people and they told me to them, it means the hustling in Lagos.
Like pure water hustling and aba runs? hmm.
I don't want that kind of Gidi to my name!Doesn't sound quite progressive!
Aaaaaanyways!
What I actually wanted to say today is that...
......it takes a special person to be insulted without their knowledge; my mother once told me.
When she said that, I raised my brow and nodded, but now her meaning is unfolded.
How dare anyone make you feel less than you really are?
Well, it takes a special person to be insulted without their knowledge!
The only way you can be upset, infuriated, heart broken, etc, by what anyone says to you is only if it registers to you that you've been insulted.
Insults defined is to treat with gross insensitivity, insolence, or contemptuous rudeness; but could it also mean to be stereotyped, categoriezed, defined as something by someone for their own personal reasons?
I find it to be an insult to be judged before given a chance to introduce yourself.
I think for too long a lot of people have been insulted, and dont even have a clue!
A little while ago, I realised to my fury that I have been one of those; who foolishly belittled my potential all because someone/society/stereotypes defined a limitation for me.
Drew an invinsible line and decided that I couldnt cross it.
How dare anyone make me feel less that I really am?
but then like I said before, you can only be hurt by an insult if you realize that you have been insulted.
I challenge you, to scan through your life, and see if in any way
, you have also been insulted.

Bleeding Rose...

2009-05-28T13:27:00.000-07:00

...Bleeding Hearts
I'm stuck at cross roads.
I really shouldnt do this to myself.
See, I have been here before.
Bleeding...
My heart feels as though it exists no more
How much i can take? I really do not know
My emotions are grated as I listen to yet another song, asking me, you and the world what love is?
Damn, I feel like I should weep for the death of love
What is love?
Is it this?, Me in tears while my heart silently bleeds?
silently screams
silently weeps
Argh, take it out, I want an antidote to this poison
Yes, poison!
We all need love but yet it works like a double edged sword!
One minute in pure bliss, the next in sincere pain and torture.
My sunshine is gone and I want it back!
Damn, I want it back
This, this house is empty, this lfe is an illusion simply because you're not in it anymore
My life is in shades of grey and black without you in it.
There, i said it!
Love, like a weed has made its way into my life and I cant get it out.
Crawled into my heart and under my skin.
Dont want it out.
Gosh!
What is love?
I know! I know what it is!
It's how even though you get on my every last nerve, I'm going to call you right after I am done writing this
It's in your laugh
Its in the way you say my name. It's the way you talk me through my fears.
Its in how I know i can count on you
I know, i know!
Its in how you overlook my flaws.
Its in your tender kisses
Its in the sun, the rain the snows and the storms, as you wrap your hands around me and vow never to let me go!
Its slow dancing to my favourite songs with you in the rain!
Its in who you are and what you mean to me
My sunshine is gone, please, please come back!
(post inspired by, whats love-Ayo, Pulling me back-MI and Darey-No stars)

SHOOT ME PLEASE....

2009-05-27T03:26:00.000-07:00

Somewhere in-between, B.E.T repeating Diary of a mad black woman for the billionth time(if that is grammatically correct, I don't know!) and me deciding to watch Phat Girls, (please don't ask me why!)
I began to pull on my hair and scream, SHOOT ME PLEASE!
Seriously!
The horror, oh the horror!
To begin with, Phat girls!!
Mehn, i regard that movie as an insult to Nigeria on sooo many levels, if i knew who to sue, I'll be filing it now(if you know, tell me, I'll split the money with you)
Yes, I know, i brought this hurt and pain upon myself, by looking for the movie in the first place!
This boy had, 'I need you for green card' written all over him.
And then she asks him, "oh hope you're not doing this for a green card and mugu would have said yes, shey?
Hissssssssssssssssssssssss
Nonsense, upon rubbish!
Then there is the fact that the men speak lousy Yoruba, and then call it 'Nigerian' in the subtitles.
Then at the restaurant where he proceeds to massacre a fish does he explain that, Fish heads are a huge delicacy in Nigeria;FISH HEAD?, like really, have you ever heard anyone say; please eat the entire fish, but leave me the head, yum!)-
THEN he claims that fish eyes are specially left with the fish head-for the men, because it gives men extra stamina.
What rubbish!
Fish Eyes, why don't we just buy him a basket of those things, huh?!
Arrgh!
SHOOT ME PLEASE!
Why am I doing this to myself?
I really do not know!
sigh
so, then I say enough with this and shut down!
Then B.e.t and repetition!
sigh.....need i say more?
lol.?!
no, seriously, need I?
I actually really like that movie (Diary of a mad black woman!) on a number of levels, cus she experienced some hurt!
It goes to show that forgiving, isn't only about letting whatever hurt someone lay on you go but forgiving yourself as well.
My mum always told me that not forgiving someone is like retarding your own growth.
So many times, when people hurt you, they don't even know, and go on with their lives but YOU carry the pain and hurt like a sack of potatoes!Rotten and stinky, you carry it everywhere and it begins to grow on you and you become that which you hate!
Just had to put that out there.
I think I need to go to bed!
:-p

If you don't know what to do with your money...

2009-05-26T23:18:00.000-07:00

...Please give it to me!
I saw it as someone's status on face book a couple of days ago.
To begin with, I'm not a face book status hunter! Or anything, but I just happen to bump into these things!
OK, so back to what I was saying
It seems that the 'new thing' is to be a dumb spendthrift!
Yes, I know, the economy is hanging on by threads and we all are advised to spend spend, spend!!
Travel! buy, buy, buy and buy some more!!
But in the middle of all this, I am very sure that there are rather sensible things to invest in.
I mean, seriously
Popping Bottles, queuing in lines from one party to the next soaked from head to toe in much known labels, it’s simply ridiculous! I have seen people shivering like crack heads in the dead of winter to get into a party, for freaking what?!
It saddens me, that this attitude is common amongst students.
That's why I say it’s down right disrespectful!
In this economic time in which foreign currencies to a dollar are astronomically ridiculous, it’s downright inconsiderate to parents, when their children spend their hard earned money on what? Moet, Hypnotic that you piss out! I said it!
Piss...!
Seriously!
No beef required to this post,please.
I'm not beefing anyone and I'm not hating on anyone;I have money of my own, thank you very much! But seriously!
I am infuriated by the nonsense that this is becoming.
People, daily are subscribing to different levels of unnecessary vanity.
Don't get me wrong! I'm not saying don't take care of yourself, don't, buy good things for yourself but be aware of the line.
Be considerate to remember that there are people less fortunate than you are and that there's a tomorrow that can be saved for.
If anything, start a business!
In my life, I have met very very rich people, and find it rather fascinating that empty barrels make the loudest noise, if you know what I mean!
The richer you are the less you have to say anything about it it shows!
Just recently, I was speaking to a group of people and we were talking about funding charities; the amount required was between $5-$20; no scam to fund tuition, accommodation and health supplies for children and the reaction I got was stunning.
I was told that the tough economic times did not help for charities, in fact they themselves had become charity cases; I sympathized with them and wished them better circumstances in future.
What shocked, hurt, infuriated and inspired this post was no less than three days after this discussion, I saw their pictures at an even that cost no less that $20 to get in and the least expense for the night would have been approximately $100-$200 that's if they had been modest!
Where is the line?
Where do you stop having a heart, neglecting all, so that people would see you as some big shot!
PLEASE!!
What makes you 'big'?
What makes you strong is not the silver and gold you have stuck up in your wallet!
It's you ability to care!
No one remembers! I assure you with every ounce of blood in me; that no one will remember the 'baller of the year', 'the person with the most swag', ten years from now, no one will!
Society, life, nature, appreciates those who care, who remember other people!
Look around you, there are people, your age and younger who have taken the same amount of money and chosen to make a difference!
I heard of a young lady in Hamilton, that started an orphanage, groups of ladies in Windsor On, some dudes over in the States somewhere, as well. They don't have two heads, no they aren't mutants, nor did they win the lottery, they just remember to care!
My life. Every breath I take, is to make a difference to something, to someone. My swagg is in knowing that when I die, people can stand over my grave and say that their life is changed because I existed.
If you don’t know what to do with your money, and have it in excess, please...

People Tell Me that I've Changed...

2009-05-23T11:01:00.000-07:00

...But the truth is that I've stopped living my life their way.
I just caught that on someone's face book profile and it was too hot for me not to write something about!
In a weird way, it had my name written all over it, because recently I have heard people say that to me, a lot.
Some say that I have suddenly become to pompous to ride in their crowd, some say that I have gone cold, some say, some say; but bottom line is that I have changed, and there's no denying that.
Indeed, the saying is true that people denounce what they cannot comprehend.
A couple of weeks ago, I wrote a draft to that. A post, very similar to this topic line.
The original title was `My Apology'.
I felt that I needed make a formal apology to everyone that feels that I have in some way disappointed them, hurt them, become too 'big' for them-whatever!
It’s no fault of yours to be upset with me, for I have indeed spent too long trying so hard to be everything to everyone, that when I suddenly pulled the brakes and stopped; it must have shocked you.
I realize that the only person I can be is me!
I'm treating myself with severe importance, for if I don’t, no one else will!
I have lived life, putting people first, and always been placed somewhere irrelevant on their list, and now, I simply have pulled the brakes
Yes, indeed, this is My Apology!, for all those who I have stretched myself thin for, and suddenly stopped, for those who I used to call everyday and make sure they’ve had three meals and a warm place to sleep, for all those who I have held tissues for and given my shoulder for them to cry on, for all those who I was strong for through their weak times, and now it seems I am no more.
No, it’s not that I stopped caring.
No, it’s not that I dislike you, or that you've upset me.
None of that!
It is that I discovered that I need me too; I need to be there for me.
I have changed
Damn I have changed, but the truth is that I've stopped living my life YOUR way!

Love me Like it was made for us.....

2009-05-20T19:55:00.000-07:00

I had the most- I don’t know what word or phrase, powerful, intense, mind-blowing weekend ever.
I had an encounter with God.
Face to Face, one on one encounter.
It isn’t my first time, experiencing this, but as with the first time, I learnt so much about myself and about God.
It’s amazing how people run away from God, amazing.
For simplicity I'll like to put them in two or three groups.
The group who blame God
Have you ever heard people say, if there is a God, why is there so much evil in the world; if there is a God, why doesn’t He stop evil from happening?
Well to begin with, who is responsible for evil and what is evil and what exactly should God stop?
Deep breath!!
Everyone has a choice. God gave man this thing called free will, which means that I have a choice over the words I speak to people the extent of my anger, etc.
People have a choice, so okay maybe it isn’t so black and white, right?
So why is there so much evil and why doesn’t God stop it?
Well, I believe wholeheartedly that there’s a devil that seeks the destruction of man and would stop at nothing to hurt God.
I use a basic transitivity equation.
God loves you
Devil hates God= Devil hates you
Simple
Then I hear people say why doesn’t God stop evil from happening, but what exactly is evil?
Well by definition, it is a broad term used to describe intentional negative moral acts or thoughts that are cruel, unjust, or selfish.
Hold it! Please tell me you noticed the thought part of the definition.
So say I thought about shooting someone, or telling a lie, or cheating or stealing whatever;l if God is to stop all evil, where should he start from , my thoughts or wait till I do them?
I don’t get it, how can you do something and then blame God, I don’t get it. People choose daily to commit evil, yet become so self righteous when evil is done to them, and then blame God.
Then there are those who genuinely have faced unjust evil; the death of family, rape, etc, and have done nothing.
I totally understand why one would say something like, why didn’t God stop it from happening.
Well like I said before, God genuinely doesn’t intend for bad things to happen to people.
Life is life in the sense that people will die at their appointed time, how and when, I don’t know, but they will.
But the reaction is what is critical, the devil is more than overjoyed when people blame God. It’s a lie. I know more than anything that it’s a lie.
I'll stop here for now, but I’ll say something and I'll repeat it over and over.
You only have one life to live and in it a significant choice to make, more important that any you'll ever make.
When you want to go on a vacation, you check out hotels to stay in, routes to go through, restaurants to eat in etc; but it’s amazing the little research carried out on where you'll spend all eternity.
Here it is----There's a God, who loves you and wants everything to be good for you; wants to bless you and make life just smooth and amazing.
And then there is a devil that hates you with hatred you'll never understand, wants to deceive you and harm you.
It come down to this, what’s your choice, whose side are you on?
It’s that simple!
p.s....quick shout out to my friend's new single--http://www.myspace.com/redvisionmusicgroup

Where....

2009-05-11T10:49:00.006-07:00

Have all the good men gone?
Is there any such thing as a good man anymore, or do we just settle for whatever we can find now?
I am one of those who believes that in the world exists a perfect gentle man, no, perfect gentle men like pearls, slowly with time crafted to perfection by sensible parents.
I believe it’s true!
But there's a growing crisis in which these few, very few are becoming extinct, and then the question

Where are they? What's happening to them?
Well, like in every extinction, there are huge Godzilla like females that tear these poor things to shreds.
Breaking a heart isn’t good enough for this Godzillas, no. They totally annihilate every last piece of good in these rare breeds.
It’s serious.
Just this morning I was chatting with a good friend of mine and I realized that I had watched him grow from a shiny white pearl to a dull spray painted clone of himself.
What are women doing to good men?
I find them confusing, females. I honestly think that they do not know what they want!
Who finds a good thing and rather than cherishes it, vandalizes it?
Worse then is the fact that they prefer to coast with notorious heart breakers and then cry in the end.
I’m alarmed and upset.
Where are all the good men?
Day after day, I receive alerts of the death of another good man.
A man whose life principles are, to be honest, kind and faithful. To be loving, tender and sweet. To shower his mate with gold, rubies and pearls.

And what's wrong with that?
But it seems that females these days have traded their knight in shiny armor for grandfather clock wearing flava flavs!
So therefore, I am pleading with the Godzillas of this world.
Please leave our knights alone. If you meet a knight, cross the road! If he tries to talk to you, run!
Run and consume the gutter rats and leave the caviar for people who know what to do with it.

Why make good females suffer for your damage? Do you know what they have to do to undo the damage that you Godzilla's have caused?

In my opinion every 'playur', notorious heart breaker, cold as ice man that exists in this life was once a sweet lil old gentleman that bumped into a Godzilla!

So I beg you, Please, I refuse to mourn the death of another good man.
And please the few good men left do not give up!

I know it hurts to trust, love, be faithful and true, sweet and pure, and have someone take that for granted and treat you unfairly, but please do not change who you are!

There are pearls like you out there, who will math you love for love, trust for trust!

Please keep fighting the good fight, till you meet your identical pearl.

Be-E!!

2009-04-28T09:23:00.000-07:00

So, yesterday, while I was sitting in the lobby, waiting, or rather, dying for my name to be called; it hit me.
My blog should be called: Be-E!
See, more that what to say in my blog, my greater headache was, what to call my blog. I thought of names relating to what I wanted it to be about, even attempted to 'remix' names that I had heard before, but none seems to 'wow' me like this.
Be-E!
According to my friends, the professional bloggers and google!, my blog name should be relevant, precise and quite memorable. It should refelct the writers personality or in the least convey, in the title what the blog is about.
The name Be-E (is not only the nickname that I have had since high school but )revolves around the word ' be', which i think is by far the strongest word in any language.
Amongst its vaults of definitions i pulled these
To exist in actuality; have life or reality

To occupy a specified position

To remain in a certain state or situation undisturbed, untouched, or unmolested

To have a specified significance
To belong to a specified class or group.

Be-E is a blog divided into two halves.
The first is a little about who I am and all that have structured me into BEing who I am; its about experiences I have been through or heard of, that I think may benefit people to come to BE who they ought to BE!
The other half is the -E, it's the entertainment, expository, educative, enlightening,evolutionary, emotional, - sigh; Es of life!
It's the 'funner' half of the blog.
Welcome to the BE-E!
Be-Entertained, Enlightened, Educated and Evolved as you follow!

Be-e

THE MAN RULES

How to Make your hair Grow

The Process

Omoge 2010

Watch Me Eat

go Go GO.....

..Just Might be a Happy Birthday After all

**Insert Title Here**

MUSIC HEAD

Be-ing

'It's not you, it's me!"- A.K.A The Break-up!

TWITTER BE CURSED

Valentine's Day Massacre

Playing wiv Fire

2010 Only Just started................

...And the fat lady sings....

Yay.....FirSt PicTure POst!

~SOMETHING BLUE~

S.B.W....

Floating in my head.....

Come out...Come out...wherever you are....

Mic Check...Mic Check....1,2..1,2....

It's Funny How People Eat When They Think You're not Looking....

If you're happy and you know it.......

Blue Strawberries...Yellow Mushrooms

Boredom

New Love Like New Yam?!!!

In the Mood 4 Love....

Not a Post................

In the Mood 4 Love.............

Uncut..Yet Undercover....II

DO YOU KNOW WHAT REALLY GRINDS MY GEARS? Part 1

When Prey Becomes Predator....

Abeg Hear this One Oh!!

***iNSerT tItLE hEre***

Hi Hater!

Off the Cuff, Yet Undercover

Empowered!!!

ONYX(New novel I'm working on!)

...SSSsssh Seductive.....

WHERE HAVE ALL THE GOOD WOMEN GONE?

Konspiracy!

Crying without tears

One of those Days...

Response to 'My Type"--by Konfirmed yarnz

Lights, Camera......Reality!!

Standing On Needles...

Cry-ied Till I Couldn`t Weep.

Giggidi Giggidi

Bleeding Rose...

SHOOT ME PLEASE....

If you don't know what to do with your money...

People Tell Me that I've Changed...

Love me Like it was made for us.....

Where....

Be-E!!

Insert Title Here

iNSerT tItLE hEre