It’s been 2 days now since ‘they’ have considered that total blackout is the ish! How long will this last, I’m wondering… cos not being able to spend quality time with Agnes is what is pissing me off… oh, umm… Agnes is my dearly beloved, dudu maa du, orekelewa PC, by the way!
Back to the point! 2 days o! PHCN can wicked sha!!! Tsew. I just hope this madness stops today… Or else! I have plans for the nearest PHCN office. Don’t ask me what… I haven’t figured it out yet…
There’s something I wanna talk about… ever notice how some folks come to greet a sick person with the aim of eating or consuming whatever other folks brought for the sick one? I know cos I’m in one of such scenarios now. Hold that thought… I’m not the ‘consumer’ and I’m not the sick; just the observer.
So this woman is all over the place… “What can I eat? What do you have in the house? I want juice? I want jollof rice!” Na wa oo! No be you suppose bring all these things come for person wey sick nii? Na your mate bring peppersoup o. Poor poor sick person had to disturb her maid to get Jollof rice from ‘Iya Luku’ for her and Fanta! The woman reject the Fanta o! Insisted on juice… but no juice for her (in my mind, I was like “Ntoi! Ole!” *evil laughter*). But seriously, it’s not decent! Abi? If I’m in the sick person’s shoes, and you come visiting with the sole aim of eating my food (or Iya Luku’s)… choi! na that hunger go finish you o, cos me I no nice at all!
I’m still warning PHCN sha, cos that plan I have for their nearest office is beginning to materialise in my head, and it includes having red lingerie under a long coat *wink*
(Kai! This woman just asked for fruits ni sha! Ebinna!)
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Monday, August 22, 2011
Monday Mornings::
Hello beautiful people! Welcome to another Monday morning… where here in Lagos, it’s all about traffic, traffic, noisy people in the buses and more traffic!
So my friend is telling me about how he hates Monday mornings; Monday mornings – Frantic Mornings! Me, I hate Monday mornings cos they are rude! Yulz ke! Monday mornings are a rude awakening, reminding you that life is not all about the weekends!
Now, who doesn’t love the weekend!
Anyways, we shall all survive (even if it means holding on to a tiny shred of sanity) to see beautiful Thursday again… so we can smell the coming in of the weekend!
Big s/out to Vernalsage!!! Don’t worry, V… you’ve just got about 14 hours for this Monday to be over! *wink wink*
So my friend is telling me about how he hates Monday mornings; Monday mornings – Frantic Mornings! Me, I hate Monday mornings cos they are rude! Yulz ke! Monday mornings are a rude awakening, reminding you that life is not all about the weekends!
Now, who doesn’t love the weekend!
Anyways, we shall all survive (even if it means holding on to a tiny shred of sanity) to see beautiful Thursday again… so we can smell the coming in of the weekend!
Big s/out to Vernalsage!!! Don’t worry, V… you’ve just got about 14 hours for this Monday to be over! *wink wink*
Sunday, August 21, 2011
BBlozom mi owon...
Whenever there’s one moment of boredom in church, I run to the back of my sermon notebook and start drawing a butterfly. See below:
Na wa o! I need a psychologist! Why is it that it’s only butterflies that I draw? Anybody got any ideas? And then I sign ‘bblozom’ at the bottom of the drawing… O_o … Abi it’s my alter ego… that must be it! Guys, lemme introduce you to my alter ego (that is yet to surface)…bblozom. Abeg don’t ask me what bblozom means jare. What matters at this point is that I’m tryin to connect with her, so here goes my message to my dearly beloved alter ego:
Dear Bblozom,
Stop hiding inside of me. Please come out and let’s do great things together… let’s stop doodling butterflies on the back of my sermon notebook… Tiny little kisses from the one you’re living inside of!
That should work, right?
Na wa o! I need a psychologist! Why is it that it’s only butterflies that I draw? Anybody got any ideas? And then I sign ‘bblozom’ at the bottom of the drawing… O_o … Abi it’s my alter ego… that must be it! Guys, lemme introduce you to my alter ego (that is yet to surface)…bblozom. Abeg don’t ask me what bblozom means jare. What matters at this point is that I’m tryin to connect with her, so here goes my message to my dearly beloved alter ego:
Dear Bblozom,
Stop hiding inside of me. Please come out and let’s do great things together… let’s stop doodling butterflies on the back of my sermon notebook… Tiny little kisses from the one you’re living inside of!
That should work, right?
Saturday, August 20, 2011
My dream W dress!
Today being Saturday, everyone is gone to one wedding or the other… *sighs* Home alone (my sleeping brother does not count as company)… So I was thinking some day, some people would be at my wedding too, yeah? And that would be some really glorious day (or something!)…
Anyways sha, I was thinking of what I’d love to wear for my very own wedding… I don’t like a lot of cloth, and I no sabi waka, so I can’t be stumbling and steppin’ on the long wedding gown every now and then; I go just frustrate (might cancel the wedding outta annoyance with the dress sef!). Lol…
So I started ‘googling’ my dream wedding dress and this is what I came up with:
Perfecto! Init?
Anyways sha, I was thinking of what I’d love to wear for my very own wedding… I don’t like a lot of cloth, and I no sabi waka, so I can’t be stumbling and steppin’ on the long wedding gown every now and then; I go just frustrate (might cancel the wedding outta annoyance with the dress sef!). Lol…
So I started ‘googling’ my dream wedding dress and this is what I came up with:
Perfecto! Init?
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Me Vs. Beyonce
3:30 AM
Sleep abandoned this poor princess… so I got my ears pluggt again. Beyonce’s I’d Rather Go Blind, one of the songs she did in ‘Cadillac Records’, is on…
My beef this early morning is with these words of Queen B:
“I would rather, I would rather go blind boy than to see you walk away from me now… So you see I love you so much that I don't wanna watch you leave me baby most of all…”
Why would I wanna go blind instead of watching the guy walk away from me?! Ko joo mehn! I would like to see with my korokoro eyes as the dude is walking away so that if and when (usually WHEN) he tries to come back, I will remember how he turned his back and walked away! With the same willpower that he used to walk away, I will use it to turn him down #shikena!
*yawns* right now tho, I think I’d rather fall asleep…
Sleep abandoned this poor princess… so I got my ears pluggt again. Beyonce’s I’d Rather Go Blind, one of the songs she did in ‘Cadillac Records’, is on…
My beef this early morning is with these words of Queen B:
“I would rather, I would rather go blind boy than to see you walk away from me now… So you see I love you so much that I don't wanna watch you leave me baby most of all…”
Why would I wanna go blind instead of watching the guy walk away from me?! Ko joo mehn! I would like to see with my korokoro eyes as the dude is walking away so that if and when (usually WHEN) he tries to come back, I will remember how he turned his back and walked away! With the same willpower that he used to walk away, I will use it to turn him down #shikena!
*yawns* right now tho, I think I’d rather fall asleep…
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Monday, August 15, 2011
hEaDacHe
Dear dear headache
This is the wrongest day
For you to come and rain
On my colourful parade;
Head is ticking
Like there’s a time-bomb in it
Scalp feels like it gonna peel
And take to its heels;
Please, just stop grabbing my head
Stop being such a pest
Attacking this part that stands on my neck
Don’t make me seek pain-relief, mehn!!!
This is the wrongest day
For you to come and rain
On my colourful parade;
Head is ticking
Like there’s a time-bomb in it
Scalp feels like it gonna peel
And take to its heels;
Please, just stop grabbing my head
Stop being such a pest
Attacking this part that stands on my neck
Don’t make me seek pain-relief, mehn!!!
On that issue of BATTERING THE WIFE noni…
Once upon a time…. err, scratch that…
Even with my ears plugged with Chop Suey’s ‘System of a Down’ almost causing me a headache, I could still hear the bang bang sound. In my mind, I was like ‘way to go! Someone’s fancying some hyper music like me too tonight’! *checks the time* 00:00! What tha?! That’s not cool… listening to such loud music this late… I was ready to go knock on that nigga’s door! *removes headphones* err… it’s no loud music, but is sure is loud banging… it’s banging someone against the wall and floor! That nigga beating up his wife… again!
*goes with my friend and knocks on their door* *nigga opens door and throws wife out* What I saw moved me to tears… half of her face was swollen and bruised! Hair disheveled; skirt torn… what kinda life is that?!! Then she starts trying to push the door back open, screaming she wants to carry her baby (that poor kid isn’t even a year old yet)… *sighs* Then the door opens a little and she puts one arm through… nigga starts to close the door against her arm, tryna break it! Oh snap! That’s where I started to scream, “would you move yourself outta the way and not let this dude injure or kill you for your baby?!” Cos if she dies or gets handicapped, dude gonna marry another and another and another..!
… eventually wonderful husband comes out after plenty pleading by other neighbours for him to open the door and bring the baby out. He meets me first, close to the door (“one day they go just break your head, I no know which one be your own!”, that’s what you’re saying, right? – my exact thoughts… lol). Anyways, at that point, I had to move back, not from fear… but mehn! that dude reeks of alc! Nigga drunk!!! Nigga got high on Gin, I done see the bottle lying on the floor of their room…
So I’m like “Baba Lagbaja… ah ahn! You’re a man now, things don’t have to be like this… bla bla bla” I’m sure dude wasn’t even listening, I doubt if he could even see me sef. When the guy go open him mouth talk, he said it was self-defense! Lmfao!!! What self-defense? Self-defense from what, abi who?! This woman wey you almost don destroy her career?! Ok… wetin she do? I thought the dude would say she carried a gun or knife, or omorogun or some… his word “she started holding my shirt and asking if it’s true I have girlfriends outside”… hahaha! And that made you batter her life like she was some doughnut in the making!
Then I pulled him to the side… dude, (and this is also for you guys out there beating your girl/wife like she was born to be beat) things don’t have to be like this… I know us girls can be really annoying sometimes, but it doesn’t have to result to beating… whatever anger you have can be channelled some other way… I mean what happened to ‘aggressive sex’ (I’m quoting someone o) and talking things over after roof-raising climax! And I told him if it has come to that point where y’all don’t got love for each other no more, find a way to dissolve things. Then the guy started lecturing me… if my husband had a girlfriend, will holding his shirt do any good? In my mind, I’m thinking why won’t she hold your shirt, after you’ve slept with two of her friends (which btw, resulted in a scandal that made them leave their former apartment)… you wan make the girl craze ni?!
Anyways, me I really pity those that get beat by their men! It’s so not nice. Word – if your boyfriend has started beating you from now, slap your ‘bata’ together and run like your life depends on it … oh wait a moment… it actually does! And to you
whose man didn’t show his battering skills until marriage! Ha! God be with you, sister!
Even with my ears plugged with Chop Suey’s ‘System of a Down’ almost causing me a headache, I could still hear the bang bang sound. In my mind, I was like ‘way to go! Someone’s fancying some hyper music like me too tonight’! *checks the time* 00:00! What tha?! That’s not cool… listening to such loud music this late… I was ready to go knock on that nigga’s door! *removes headphones* err… it’s no loud music, but is sure is loud banging… it’s banging someone against the wall and floor! That nigga beating up his wife… again!
*goes with my friend and knocks on their door* *nigga opens door and throws wife out* What I saw moved me to tears… half of her face was swollen and bruised! Hair disheveled; skirt torn… what kinda life is that?!! Then she starts trying to push the door back open, screaming she wants to carry her baby (that poor kid isn’t even a year old yet)… *sighs* Then the door opens a little and she puts one arm through… nigga starts to close the door against her arm, tryna break it! Oh snap! That’s where I started to scream, “would you move yourself outta the way and not let this dude injure or kill you for your baby?!” Cos if she dies or gets handicapped, dude gonna marry another and another and another..!
… eventually wonderful husband comes out after plenty pleading by other neighbours for him to open the door and bring the baby out. He meets me first, close to the door (“one day they go just break your head, I no know which one be your own!”, that’s what you’re saying, right? – my exact thoughts… lol). Anyways, at that point, I had to move back, not from fear… but mehn! that dude reeks of alc! Nigga drunk!!! Nigga got high on Gin, I done see the bottle lying on the floor of their room…
So I’m like “Baba Lagbaja… ah ahn! You’re a man now, things don’t have to be like this… bla bla bla” I’m sure dude wasn’t even listening, I doubt if he could even see me sef. When the guy go open him mouth talk, he said it was self-defense! Lmfao!!! What self-defense? Self-defense from what, abi who?! This woman wey you almost don destroy her career?! Ok… wetin she do? I thought the dude would say she carried a gun or knife, or omorogun or some… his word “she started holding my shirt and asking if it’s true I have girlfriends outside”… hahaha! And that made you batter her life like she was some doughnut in the making!
Then I pulled him to the side… dude, (and this is also for you guys out there beating your girl/wife like she was born to be beat) things don’t have to be like this… I know us girls can be really annoying sometimes, but it doesn’t have to result to beating… whatever anger you have can be channelled some other way… I mean what happened to ‘aggressive sex’ (I’m quoting someone o) and talking things over after roof-raising climax! And I told him if it has come to that point where y’all don’t got love for each other no more, find a way to dissolve things. Then the guy started lecturing me… if my husband had a girlfriend, will holding his shirt do any good? In my mind, I’m thinking why won’t she hold your shirt, after you’ve slept with two of her friends (which btw, resulted in a scandal that made them leave their former apartment)… you wan make the girl craze ni?!
Anyways, me I really pity those that get beat by their men! It’s so not nice. Word – if your boyfriend has started beating you from now, slap your ‘bata’ together and run like your life depends on it … oh wait a moment… it actually does! And to you
whose man didn’t show his battering skills until marriage! Ha! God be with you, sister!
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