CORRINE

“Corrine! Corrine! Corrriiiinnnneeeee! Are you suddenly deaf?!” That was Sewa screaming like an annoying biatch! Well, she can be that a couple of times more than I want her to be, but I love her still… ours isn’t like the mushy mush mush bestie whatever kind of thing that girls do, we just connect. She understands me, doesn’t judge, got my back just as I got hers, although sometimes, I be wanting to get more than her back… hehehehehe!

“So tell me about this new guy. He cute?” “Ohhh Sewa! Yes, he’s cute! And yes, I’m interested… in the only wayyy you know I can be interested!” “Aw shush C! You know you can be interested with your heart and not your… anyways, y’all meeting up sometime soon?” “Yea, I’m watching the game with him tonight at the bar. Wanna come?” “Neeehhhhh! I got plans myself. Know what? You can tell me all about your date and I can do same later on BBM, yea?” “Sure, ‘slong as you don’t sleep on me this time, you always do!” “Hahahahaha! I’ll try not to tonight. There… I hung your white shirts, deal with the rest. I’m outta here!” “Thanks babes. I’ll see your ass later!”

Corrine Olufowokan. That’s me! 29. Orphan. Live with aunt and her husband. Got an apartment at the back of the house to myself. I’m pretty much left alone. Don’t drink, don’t smoke, not saying I’m a saint, I got my vices; I work, sometimes as a model, sometimes as a script writer to my boss who never pays enough! I mean, hell! that shii is tasking and nigga jus comes up with too much excuses not to pay me some good money, I’mma quit on his ass soon! Ok, at this point, you figured out one of my vices, no? I cuss. It’s an old habit, dying hard!

Picture above is one of my modelling jobs, I loved this one! I didn’t sweat too much in the sun like some of the other jobs! I remember how the photography dude and the production manager had issues whether I should take off my belly chain or not. I jus’ sat legs crossed under the shade watching ‘em two argue. The thing is the belly chain’s important to me, matter of fact it’s symbolic. You see, I’ve been in love one time, jus’ one time! And it ended really badly! I will not go into details, but I will say this… never date a colleague at work except if you’ve got a crystal ball or a tarot card reader who can assure you that everything will work out fine and y’all will live happily ever after! But if not, then never! My two point five cents!

So after the whole ordeal with the former colleague/ex-boyfriend/dude-I-never-wanna-run-into-ever-again, I walked into a store one day and saw this silver belly chain, and even though I wasn’t into stuff like that, I fell in love almost instantly. Ever since I paid for it, I wore it every day! Like, I said it’s symbolic for me. You see, a lotta girls get into a lotta trouble because they mix matters of the heart with matters of the V region! Seriously, most guys care not so much about your heart (I said “most”!); matter of fact, most don’t care if you are breathing, as long as down there is breathing! That’s all that matters! Unfortunately, girls usually learn this the hard way! I know Corrine did (yes, I usually refer to myself in the third person sometimes; they say it’s a sign of narcissism? Oh well…)

Back to my silver belly chain story… at some point in my life, I figured I’d have to separate my heart from… from everything else! That’s where the chain comes in! My heart can stay up there and all the other roaring, this-girl-is-on-fire emotions can stay down there! So my SBC is like a silver bullet *grins* lil Miss Wolverina V down there can devour all she wants as long as she doesn’t try to make contact with the heart! Silver bullet shoots her out of the wolf mode if she does!

So that’s my story of the silver belly chain and all the body parts involved! Back to the argument, the photo guy won and my SBC was part of the shoot obviously! Think I’ll cancel tonight’s date and crash Sewa’s; girl should learn to stop telling me everything including time and venue of her dates! *evil grin*

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WHAT'S HAPPENIN'

Hey guys!!! TGIF!

Don't got much to say, cos I got much to do elsewhere... I'm jus' really enjoying my evening and I thought I'd share one of my very old best songs with y'all! My dad almost killed my bro and I for watching this video one time like that, we were  really YOUNG! Lol!

Anyways, I hope most of you can watch it, it's Method Man feat. Busta Rhymes - What's Happenin'! Enjoy!



(Feel free to gist me how your evening is going, I'll be on my BBM! *winks* C'mon!)

FATHER’S DAY

First, I would like to say a happy father’s day to all the fathers out there who deserve it. A special shout out to my Papa John, no one like you!

And to all that their fathers are late (no milder way to put it), you are not without a father; you have the Father of all fathers with, behind, around, in front and on top of your matter! So no sad faces today, please! Thank you!

And y’all that have some sort of grievance with the men who sired you, today might just be the day to bridge that gap, ‘fore they’re gone for good! Your heavenly Father forgives all the time, why can’t you (considering you’ll become a parent too, some day).

Now to all the mothers like fathers, the widows who have stood strong, who have metamorphosed into being mothers, sisters, nurses, friends AND fathers all at once; the single mothers who try their hardest not to be ‘inadequate’ - more power to your elbows!

So I saw something today! I know how hard it can be to a parent, especially when you have to dress all the kids for Sunday service, but please can we pay special attention to our girls; a 5 year old girl was sitting on a pavement somewhere and it was obvious she was not comfortable. It did not take long for me to figure out why, her butt crack and pink panty was out in the open, I looked at the jean, there was no belt on it… lil wonder!

Now what really bugged me was the about-10 year old boy that was staring hard at her! I felt like smacking the back of his head! Na so these things dey start o, small time we go hear story of how one small boy cornered one smaller girl.

Without wanting to spoil the mood of the day, please mothers put a belt on ‘em jeans and protect your daughters' butt cracks; fathers, teach your boys it’s rude to stare! Smack ‘em if that’s what will get the message across!

Happy Sunday and happy Fathers’ day once again!

ALL PEOPLE GO TO HEAVEN?

Earlier when the news that Kefee had died was spread all over the internet, Tee and I were discussing about it – what killed her etc. – cos me I didn’t even know she was sick or anything like that… I don’t even know anything these days, that’s why Shughar calls me LASTma, I’m like the last person to hear things!

Anyways, preeclampsia? Never e’en heard of that one, so I did a quick search and I learned it’s a pregnancy disorder characterised by hypertension, fluid retention etc; which can lead to eclampsia which in turn is characterised by convulsions and coma during or immediately after pregnancy! Sighs! O ga o. News has it that she did not die of that though, but still... she's gone! :(

In the course of our discussion, Tee and I, we sha said one thing that led to another thing, and she said “everyone go go heaven”, and I responded “BH no go go heaven”. Lol! Ok, it’s not funny; I just blurted it out without thinking. Maybe all the killing and getting ‘em Chibok girls pregnant is getting to me too much. I just don’t see how mass murder and impregnating those poor girls without consent can get anyone into heaven – whether the Xtian or Islamic heaven! Ok, I’ll just shut up now!

RIP, Kefee. I really loved her voice. *sad* Hey wait, did the baby survive? No? *sighs* Oh well… it’s a Friday, y’all have fun and take it easy getting turnt up tonight!

I’mma jus’ chill to this jam tonight and try to rise above the gloom. Love y’all!