Tuesday, April 19, 2011

And I'm Back

Hmmmmmm! Where and how do I start from? ( the grammar’s perfect).Oh blogsville! How av missed you. I know its hard to believe but truth is I really missed blogsville. Its been almost 3 years since my last update. Sometimes I wander, is it really 3 years? Like gosh what have I been doing all that while? Did I suffer a memory loss….nah, that’s going too far. So what happened? Why was I MIA for such a long time. I’d just go straight to the point.

I resigned from my previous job. I felt led to leave and start something of my own. That’s where I got the hard knocks of life. Business partners who promised contributions suddenly had excuses. Savings dried up. New venture did well at first, collapsed, picked up, steadied and somehow refused to grow. Job applications bounced. Proposals….some bounced, others were trashed and the ones that were read had bad timing. I was living on handouts cash-wise. I started liking annoying uncles and aunts. I learned to stretch a naira. On a good day, my facebook profile is inactive but this period, it was DOOOOOOOOOOORMANT. So dormant that when I posted a comment people would respond “pls, who is this”. What else? Ah! personal favorite….my younger sister was handing me some of her clothes. As bad as this period of my life was, I’m so grateful for it. It was all perfect timing. It taught me the importance of planning. Not for the next 1 or 5 years but 10-15.I learned to be comfortable being a nobody and having nothing. I learned the importance of financial literacy, taking risks, leaving your comfort zone, mental stimulation, going with your gut feeling, creating time to think. I learned that God listens….our grumblings, desires, thoughts. That he wants us to admit that we can really do nothing without him. That he craves a one-on-one relationship with each of us. I read extensively. I planned and worked the plan. I prayed, I created businesses in my head. Yes, the money was nowhere in view. But I wasn’t bothered cuz I understood the idea was more important than the cash. I took leadership courses.

And then it happened. I got another job. Yaaaaaah! This time things were very different. I was coming in with a new mindset and a plan. About the job………ok. Steady pay, Indoor thing. Its a figures job. Sadly, my boss didn’t tell me the amount of pressure involved, the attitude I could get, the sensitivity of the position (all I need to do is add an extra zero and am toast).My colleagues are a nice mix of the good ,bad and ugly. So far, am coping well.

So now I have no excuse abi? Well I can’t promise constant updates. But I can promise I’d try. Catch up with other bloggers……….solomomsyndelle, princesa ,las gidi,afrobabe,…..everyone.

Princesa, at last long, av diding a update. After all, If children can become a widows, then why should I not be inspiration. Hope y’all thumbed the umBLELLA!

Monday, June 8, 2009

5 Mistakes Women Make

i came across this article and i think its an eye opener

- By Ekene Agabu



Thursday, May 28, 2009 at 2:04pm

A friend of mine sent me this article which was written by a man and she told me to spread the word. . Some of the language is a bit uuuhhmmm strong but it's been a long time I read something so powerful. There's only one thing he said I disagreed with and would like to counter. As Christians ,our Christian standards must be internalised to be our personal standards or we will fail in our walk with God. I therefore submit that Personal standards and Religious standards should be the smae; never different. Enjoy the read everyone.5 Mistakes Women Make - By Ekene Agabu

Before I begin or rather let you into what I have written, I must confess that I had completed this article months ago but was a bit apprehensive in publishing it. I didn’t want to come across as being judgmental and if after reading this you feel judged or put down as a woman, please excuse my unskilled delivery, for that is not my intent. And if you feel that I have crossed the line as man sharing these with you, do not hesitate to express your disdain for my impetus.Having said that, I feel qualified to write this as a man because I stand as an unbiased observer and also one who has had the opportunity to take advantage of these mistakes. But I must confess, we as men have been @$$#*%*$ . Where we should have given, we took; where we should have loved, we lusted and where we should have preserved, we devoured. As a Man, I must call myself to higher standards. Before I touch you, I must respect you like my mother, protect you like my sister and look out for your best interest like my baby – after all, that’s what I call you when I want you! We’ve failed to realize that the significance of our masculinity does not lie in how many girls we can dis-virgin but rather the honor we can bestow upon one. We fail to understand that the purpose of our strength and dominance is to defend and protect not to attack and destroy.But the first mistake was not yours. You were born into a world that didn’t even give you the chance - the chance to be who you really are without any pressure or expectation. From day one you were unconsciously groomed from childhood to be an acceptable accessory to a man’s life. You were constantly made conscious of a false milestone that suggested your value was based upon a man finding you worthy to be his, instead of being made aware of who you are by virtue of your own unique existence. Your worth as a woman was reduced to two things; being a wife and your ability to bear a child – and in some cultures, you had to bear the right type of child. And if per chance you failed in one of these areas, you were nobody, no one – you were nothing.Unfortunately, along the way, you may have made some mistakes in trying to fulfill this false notion of who you are supposed to be. Bad relationship after bad relationship continually emphasized the lie that you were nothing without a man. Not only do you sit there as one with mental wounds from childhood, but also with hurts and wounds that are self inflicted as you sincerely tried to fulfill the so called destiny of the woman – being someone’s woman.As I share this with you, I do not come as one who claims to understand your plight, but rather I stand as one who has heard you. From my mother to my aunts to my cousins and my friends, I have heard you and will continue to listen whenever you speak.That being said, I do not believe we are responsible for the things that are done or said to us, but I do know that we are responsible for allowing those things continue in us. It’s in this light that I share with you the five common mistakes women make in relationships.

Your Personal Standards! Don't leave home without them!

By not setting your standard, you’ve just set the standard. The standards I speak of are not standards for the relationship; I speak of your personal standards irrespective of the relationship. What is your life’s moral compass? This could get a bit confusing, so let me explain. Often times, at a certain point in life, people turn to religion for some sort of moral guidance or law. It’s an acknowledgment of some sort that they have made numerous personal mistakes and are in probable search for a turn around. So you might have a young lady who’s been around the block and has now become a Christian, and professes that she will be celibate until she gets married thereby claiming this new belief to be her standard. This is a religious belief that she has now adopted and not a personal standard. Your personal standards are born and realized from within you and become your principles rather than a law. A principle is born out of understanding; an understanding of who you are and why you are here on this earth. If you are roaming the earth like a lost sheep in search of a man to give you relevance, you will always find yourself jumping from relationship to relationship with each one leaving you even more confused than you were in the beginning. But when you understand that you are not here by chance and your presence on this earth has significant relevance, the aura about you changes and the people and things you accept into your life will only be a reflection of your internal essence or your personal standard. A man can cause you to go against a belief because it was never yours in the first place, but he can never sway you away from your principle because you are one with your principle. A lady who lives from her principles takes personal responsibility for her own actions and responses. She takes charge and never leaves her fate to the opinions or actions of men. She doesn’t go on a date with every man that asks her out because she doesn’t need a man – she would want a man but she fully well understands that her worth is solely appraised on who she is and not who she’s with. She would not change her principle to have or keep a man. She’s doesn’t need to sleep with a man to have or keep him. She understands that whatever she can’t get by way of her principles will never be her own. That you are sleeping with a guy does not mean he’s yours. If you had to sleep with him to keep him, he was never yours in the first place. In the absence of your personal standards, you end up trying many things and many people, but you never experience the love that is already within you. Allow that love within to write your standards and begin to live from them. That love will never lead you astray, never ever!

Why are you making excuses for him…..again?

I have come to observe that ladies often see the man as the prize. So once it looks like they have him – especially if he appears to be a good one – they want to do everything in their power to keep him. I understand that, but I don’t accept that and neither should you. You are the Prize. We should fight over you and want to do things to get and keep you. We should want to make sure you are ok. A man who loves and respects a woman will never want her in doubt when it comes her knowing of his feelings towards her. When we are crazy about a woman, we are no longer the reserved and non emotional creatures you think we are. We become a mess - drooling internally when we think of you. We would never want you to feel you are on shaky ground concerning your status with us. We will publicly profess and show you to the whole world. We will put up a picture with you in it as the our profile pic, tag you in all photos you appear in and most importantly make sure that our status box shows that we are in a relationship with you. Yup, that’s what we do when we love you - we say it out LOUD! And when we are out and about with you, our professions are usually crystal clear: ‘Meet my girlfriend, Sandra’ or ‘Meet my fiance, Sandra.’ Not, ‘Meet Sandra’ who is Sandra??? When we love you, we want the world to know that we love you. But I get amazed when ladies see the writing on the wall and continually make excuses to justify a man’s blatant abuse towards them. What do I mean? Take for instance the introductions highlighted above; He introduces you as just ‘Sandra’: you know you don’t like it, but you make an excuse within yourself and say, ‘he’s a private kinda guy, he doesn’t like to publicly show stuff.’ Really? Ok, let me ask, “Are you enrolled in midnight gymnastics with him?” In other words has he bent your body in ways you didn’t think possible? Well, there is only one thing worse than a guy sleeping with a woman in secret; and that is, a woman allowing that to happen. Before you allow a man do to you privately what can affect you publicly, he must first of all acknowledge you publicly as the woman he respects and loves. If he can’t do that, you need to tell me why you are still sticking around. How can you allow a man to knock you up when you are just ‘Sandra’ to him? You know you deserve better, so stop the excuses. Instead of making excuses for him, take charge – not of him or the relationship, but of yourself. Never remain in an environment where your integrity is compromised. Remember, you are the prize and we should work hard to get and keep you. And after all our hard work, you still have a right to say NO.

Why are you looking for ‘something’ in a bag of ‘nothings?’

A few years ago, a friend who was engaged was getting ready for her wedding which was just a couple of months away at the time. She called me occasionally during the preparation process, but on this one phone call, things were pretty bad. She was mad, upset, disappointed and unhappy that she was marrying this guy. So I asked her why she was still going on with the wedding if she felt the marriage wouldn’t work out. She said to me that she did not want the last four years of her life spent with him to go to waste. Hmmm! When she said this, I looked at my phone because I couldn’t look at her (she was in a different city) and in that instant – if I had a private jet – I would have flown to her city to give her a knock on her head - not a hard one, just a gentle knock - to help tilt her brain back to the center of her skull, because obviously it seemed out of balance with what she had just said to me. Let’s think about this, You are willing to screw up the next 50 years of your life, create babies in a hostile environment with a man you despise thereby screwing up the next generation, raising kids that would need therapy for the rest of their lives based on the abuse they will experience in that home, all because you don’t want the last four years of your life - 1,2,3,4 - to mean nothing (I’m having a headache just rehashing the story). So you are trying to create a love marriage from a four year crappy relationship. Needless to say, this lady was a young beautiful 28yr old lawyer. With good life habits she could easily live another healthy 50 years (Have you seen Barbara Walters lately? She’s 80). And here you are, willing to mortgage a future on four years with this jerk? She was desperately trying to make something out of nothing. That you’ve been in a long term relationship does not mean you should continually stay in it. Unfortunately for some ladies, it takes a while to see the light and muster up courage to get out of a bad situation. But when you see the light; RUN, GO, your life deserves it. If you don’t make that change, you’ll never know what’s out there? And when I say out there, I don’t mean what’s out there in another relationship; I mean what’s out there in you that you are yet to discover. Some of you ladies are afraid – afraid that you might not be married by a certain time. You begin the calculations, ‘Ok, I’m 28 now, if I break this up, how long will it take to find another guy and get married? Oooh! It may take another 4 years and I’ll be 32. No! I can’t be single at 30.” You are killing yourself with this kind of dialogue. Like she later said to me, she always saw herself married by 29. Needless to say, she was divorced by 29. They got married alright, but their divorce was made final before a possible 1st wedding anniversary. Sometimes we allow fear to dictate what we should do. We will never get from fear what love has to give. Love is bold, confident and fearless. Why are you scared? Why are you letting fear keep you in a relationship that you know you don’t want? Why do you want to marry a guy who has already made you feel like trash? Why are you choosing to be with someone you are not crazy about? Ok, so you are more concerned about looking good and successful on the outside at the expense of how you truly feel on the inside. You are too special for that. Let people think what they think, you know what you know and that’s all that should matter. Sometimes, we don’t believe; we don’t believe in ourselves, so we settle and then try to make something out of nothing. You can’t change another human being, it’s impossible. You haven’t even changed some things about yourself; how then do you think it possible to change another?

You’ve gotta think before you have his baby!

Often times when I’m in conversation with one of my numerous lady friends, something always cracks me up. I know they been having sex for years in and out of relationships and that fact is not hidden between us. But on some occasions, when I ask them if they have been pregnant before, their voice takes on a new tone of ‘How dare you?’ And then there is a resounding NO, like, ‘how could I get pregnant?’ Wait a minute! Am I missing something here? If you are having sex – sexual intercourse, you are potentially making a baby. You are filing an application. As soon as he ejaculates into you, the application is submitted and the outcome of that process is no longer left to you or him but to the Department of Conception. And if they approve it, you become pregnant whether you want it or not. Sex is not just about the pleasure derived, neither is it an antidote for loneliness. Sex is Responsibility; meaning you will have to respond to the outcome of that sexual encounter and sometimes it could be a lifetime of responses especially when a child is conceived. And when that child is born, you will forever have a symbol representing your union with your ex. Once a child is conceived, there is no moving on from that relationship. It begins the strongest bond known between a man and a woman. That man holds a special place in your heart regardless of how you feel about him today. You may have an abortion in trying to cut any future ties to this man, but may I have you know that the power of conception outweighs the power of birth. For something to be born, it has to be conceived. We are all on this earth first because of conception then birth. Without conception they will be no birth but without birth there can be conception. A strong bond is created when you allow a man’s sperm to start life within you. It is a major privilege to give to someone and not everyone should have that kind of access to you. If a man is horny and wants to be relieved, tell him to use his hand. You are no object and certainly no substitute for a man’s hand. So if you don’t want to have his baby, don’t make his baby.

I know there’s Pressure, but why are you under it?

I have come to observe that whether she’s 21 or 29, she always feels she’s running out of time. One thing you must understand is that pressure is not real. You are real and when you give attention to or come under the dominance of something that is impotent, you give it potency – you give it power. That is why this thing we call ‘pressure’ has the effect it has. You give it the effect. You are the effect. Sometimes we are driven by those voices of ignorance that may have come from people we love, so we try hard to get into a relationship and make it work. “Oh! This one has to work cos I’m almost 30.” Screw him and screw 30. You are more valuable to yourself and to the world than the timeline of your eggs or your age. Your world will not come to an end if you are not married by 30; in fact, it may just be beginning!A few years ago, a lady friend of mine, who was 21 at the time called me up to talk about her ‘man' troubles. During our conversation, I observed that she had always been in a sexual relationship since she was 15. She confessed to me that she didn’t want to be alone; actually she didn’t know how to be alone. You see, you do yourself a huge injustice when you spend your formative years interrupted. Sex interrupts. It stops your creative and intellectual development and gives strength to your emotional cravings which should still be asleep. Your formative years are years you spend forming your person and your identity in readiness for your service to the world. Unfortunately, ladies give that time and space to some guy – a guy who may not even be in your life past your 30th birthday.Have we as men failed you? Oh yes we have! As fathers some of us weren’t present in your young life. As uncles, instead of being fond of you, we fondled you. As friends we were more focused on the benefits instead of the sacrifice. We used you when we should have added value. We took advantage instead giving the advantage. We failed you quite all right, but you don’t have to do to yourself what we did to you – You don’t have to fail yourself. You can’t afford to fail yourself. You are the door to humanity. Life has to go through you to enter this earth. Even God needed a woman to come back into the world.There’s no need to dumb yourself down or compromise your true integrity. We need the true you. We can’t exist without you and we will adjust to whatever standard you set for us – so why not make it high, why not make it YOU?


If i said this post didn't get me thinking really hard,i'll be lying to myself.Good stuff,all the points so true and important.I got this in my mail and thot i shud share with you guys.Takia.

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

No!

Today is children day and i'm not going to the parade,park or any children's arena to have fun.Dunt tell me am a grown up.I came into this world as a child and have some child rights,right?.Not making much sense.
But seriously,i do wish i was a kid again.I would have worn a lovely dress,gone to the park with my siblings,had mad fun,gone on those rides(electric cars,elephants,train rides,dragon rides etc),eat enuf jolly jolly something.But all i do is paper work,surf till the web becomes useless to me or till i suffer a brain block.Sometimes,i wonder why am even working for someone.I want freedom.Freedom to do what i want when i want.I want to wake up one morning and take a trip to tinapa,sun city,houston and back without all the planning ahead.I want to wake up and decide am going to spend my day at the beach,sipping juice and enjoying nature.Yes,you can call me a dreamer.'But someone once said that the pictures of today are the realities of tomorrow'.
Speaking of children's day,i cant help but remember my nephews.Shayo and temi.shayo's 5 and temi is 3.As much as i miss them,i dread their visits.I'm one of those aunties who can't tolerate noise,like the house tidy & everything in place,everyone on their best behavior etc.These boys turn all that around.Its like they're telling me 'ur on your own.........Me have come to enjoy my holiday with Grand pa and grand ma'.I've scolded and beaten them but it doesn't seem to have any effect on them.Once,i spanked shayo for bad behavior.In my mind,i was beating him so hard such that he won't be naughty again.The dude just kept laffing at me like i was flogging paper.I've since given up on that tactic and trying to develop berra ones.(If you got any ideas,let me know).
I remember one time,when they came on visit.My younger sister had prepared amala for lunch.As usual,she was shouting like they were 2 compounds away when they were actually right before her eyes watching barney and friends (what is it about that barney sef).They asnwered and walked to the table like they were doing her favour.Shayo,being the older and craftier one,saw the meal and quickly picked his meat.As he headed back to the living room to continue barney,my sister shouted again.

'shayo,come back and eat your food'

'No..............Amala is not for children'

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Good Ol' Days

God,its been like a year since i did an update.I'm beginning to treat my blog like my journal with the typical apology for not updating frequently.The thing bout my blog is my conscience pricks me more than my journal.Or no,its the other way round.Whareva,they both prick my conscience and i dunt like it.(Liar). But seriously,i've been wanting to update its just that issues have been springing up.Since i spend most of my daylight hours in the office,there's rarely any time or privacy to do a proper post,without some pocknosing sombori.But i promise to do a post soon.Am thinking i shud do one on my colleagues at work.But who knows,my boss may be a blogger.The thot of it gives me goose pimples.Nwayz,i came across this 'memory lane' article and deciced to share.If you were not born in the 1970's to 1980's dunt bother to read.



The “good old days” u’d say. Well, I love d now days… everyday is a memorable moment. Live your life in a way that when u remember how u lived it, u’d be happy don’t let d bad choices u’v made mar the fun ahead.
Lotta love…
This will make you have a nostalgic feeling. I bet you can complete the missing programs if you fall under the 1970s to 1980s.
On a good day after school,
You had to wait till 4 o’clock to get any meaningful thing on NTA…!
You would eagerly sit in front of the T.V at 3:30pm watching all the multicoloured lines (color bars) while you waited for NTA come up.
The National Anthem was the first thing on TV…
You watch Thunder sub and Terrahawks on Mondays. Pigeon Street and Bertha came after. 321 contact was an educative one too.
Samanja was for 7:30 and you hated Newsweek on Monday nights…
You watch Fragle rock , Sesame Street and animal games on Tuesdays. Reach out (me i knew speak out o!) was at 5:30.
Your elder ones disturbed your flow at 6:30pm on Tuesdays to watch koko close (Oluwalambe lord, Kasali open the gate), then you all watched new masquerade at 8:30pm.
You enjoyed Voltron and hated commander mark on Wednesdays. Renta-ghost came up at 6pm then Kidi vision 101 at 6:30.
Cock crow at dawn was up at 7:30 then Bassey and company (Mr. B is a millionaire) at 8:30, whatever happened to Midweek sports and d boring Nigerian local league.
G-force Scooby doo and Super-Ted > were the deal on Thursdays; Wazobia didn’t make sense then Village head master at 8:30pm and was later substituted with Checkmate the Ann Hathrup - Segun Kadiri story.
Friday had the variety of Birdman , Galaxy trio , Ovid video , inspector gadget , danger mouse scooby doo, robin hood....
Atom Ant, ring ring do your thing, speed racer
Friday nights……….. can’t figure it anymore (some one else can fill in the gap) Friday was Ripples. Friday nights also had us waiting for those Indian movies - likes of Teri meha ba niya! Suli kuuleee, words like neni, nehi.
Saturday mornings were boring after 10am. 7-10am had WWF then Morning ride came up for 10am (very boring). The rest of the day had Telematch at 2pm on NTA 2 and several annoying sport programs; but Things fall apart came up at 8pm.
Network news was very boring.
The only good thing on Sundays was Behind the clouds. What about Newsline with Patrick Oke and Yinka Craig, or Frank Olize? or the third eye with Olu jacobs @10pm. Tales by moonlight with stories of tortoise too wasnt so bad either. Watching Lagos Weekend Television (LWT) with those silly Chinese films where in the movies you see their mouths move before the talk, ……….like ‘you kill ma father………….. I kill you toooo.
For the veterans amongst us, kindly fill in the missing programs.

NB: If you were born later than 1990, you might not be able to recall any of these graceful memories.
But look at it this way, those were the good ‘ol days when Naija was still Naija, …when Unilag suya was da bomb, when big dip ice cream was the ice cream, bazooka joe was the chewing gum, chocoh milo, dr. pepper ,africola, zit, crush, tree top juice( the original), samco ice cream, parmalat milk, the days of leventis, adema coffe shop, pinto’s ice cream, m1, when d4 was still d4, terries burger,tandi guarana, lumber jack shirts(preferably black & red check, metal face caps, metal boots, pastel shoes, baggy jeans, bbd, new edition bobby brown , mili vanili, janet Jackson ,mc hammer, words like Yo , Word up , later programmes like Yo-MTV Raps, mags like vibe, right on , word up magazines. For chicks – Mills boons, silhouette desire, all the James hardly chases’ etc. For guys going to gigs, hearing the words like ……“ ALL BOYS OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! “, obtaining or being obtained, walking like you had a bad left leg (no offence). Wearing of brogue shoes-ox blood leather, suede versions too, being tush or razzzzzzzz, blowing of phoene, wearing of kito slippers, flourecent t-shirts, stone wash jeans, wearing timberland boots (the tush kids), or fila boots (for the not so tush, let’s say razzzz). Remember Men’s Room on Awolowo Road (Ralph Lauren Polo shirts etc, etc.) Those days of wearing all your baffs at home for no reason (this is especially for chicks). Ikoyi Club swimming pool section with chicken ‘n’ chips, Apapa club Suya, Apapa amusement park, cotton candy, Christmas grotto. The days of Polaroid cameras. ………………………. HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA the good ol dayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyys. MEEEEEENNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hope this cheers you guys up and brings back FOND memories that can never, never be replaced.

Monday, March 30, 2009

Hair Day

I’m one of those Nigerian women blessed with long and full hair. I may be bragging but it’s actually a fact. All my sisters have cut their hair except me. I just love my hair. Each time I go to the saloon, I know some one will always complement me .Infact when they don’t, I’m like ‘hey, you know I’ve got hair and you want to say it but you can’t cuz u’re envious’ lol. I’ve also had to pay some prices for this long hair. I’m charged extra for the length and volume. Sometimes when my stylist sees me, there’s this expression like ‘she don come again’. Other times, they ask me to wait so they eat. They need the energy to handle my hair. The worst is when they openly discuss my hair in the midst of other women who either show their disgust by rolling bulging eyeballs or make silly remarks. Many such times, I just want to twist someone’s throat or stretch it till they look like ostrich. These are some of the reasons I avoid saloons. I prefer to just comb the forest and pack it neatly. Another reason is I get restless after seating for tooooooooooooo long. My butt feels like its been flattened out.

The other day, I was combing the forest and was wondering what died. I decided it’s high time I made my hair. By my calendar, the last hair-do was a weave-on. So this time, its going to be braids. My stylist, Iya Samuel, would be so happy to see me after all these years. It’s always the same procedure. I have a hard time picking a style. Whatever style I choose must be easy to maintain. No daily brushing, gelling, thonging, drying and the sorts. When I get a style, I have to imagine how it’s going to look and be sure it looks good. All the yanshing down (up to 6 hours) has to be worth it. That done, I head for iya Samuel’s place. It’s the usual. We greet each other. She asks what style I want. We get down to business. Half way we argue because I keep changing my mind. Am constantly looking at the mirror. At first I want Ghana weaving in front. Then I change it to side pattern. Then I change it again to slant pattern. She weaves, loosens, weaves again, loosens again By now, she’s fed up and regretting why she’s doing my hair .It must be her lucky day! Sometimes it gets so bad that she leaves me for 5mins so she can cool down.lol! All that is part 1.

When the hair is done and trimming is finished, she has to put the tip in hot water so it’s smooth. This is where the real battle is. I’m scared of hot water. I always picture her accidentally pouring the stuff on my scalp. This makes me so edgy. The trick is you’ve got to be really calm and still. But not me. One of such times, she had to drop the hot water and beg me saying if the water pours on my head, am on my own. Iya Samuel is typically an easygoing, calm, phlegmatic type. I’m the only one who drives her nuts.

In the end, the hair is cooled and neat. I look pretty. I like my hair. I pay and she’s happy. The whole drama was worth it. Despite all the drama and my wahala she reminds me ‘make you no tey before you come back oh’. I give her that reassuring smile that I’ll be back soon, even if we both know it won’t be till another 6 months.

Sunday, March 15, 2009

Tagging Time

Ok peeps,how una dey? For the non-pidgin peeps,what i mean is how r you?how u doin?.How waz ya week or is it weeks since i've not blogged in a while.I came to clean off the spiderwebs on my blog.spiderwebs that only 'doug ' can see.Sorry i've been away 4 long.I cant really yarn now.i have so much to write as in 2 months posts-in-one and i have to prepare it well.i promise i'll make an effort.Maybe blogging shud be in my weekly planner,what do ya think?.All the planning and time mgt. gurus,please help me out with tips.

Well,i said its tagging time.I was thinking and asking myself why i blog or enjoy reading blogs.Or better still,what i've learnt from blogging.So i came up with 5 lessons



1.I've learnt never to judge people cuz i don't know the whole story.

2.i've learnt that bloggers are actually very intelligent people,thanks to the carlangs of blogsville.U guys just keep giving headaches with all the literature grammer.(anyone got a literature dictionary?)

3.i've learnt that i'm not the only one with very weird quirks.yes oh!one quirk is the sheer pleasure of releasing after holding my pee 4 long and charizard has that quirk too.

4.i've learnt that some of the best advice u'd get is from blogsville.From reading people's experiences and encouraging comments.

5.i've picked good and bad lingua.e.g of bad lingua;wasted sperm,i actually used it at someone and i felt bad laer cuz i thot,hey,thats a creature of god made in his image and u had the guts to call him wasted sperm.Like are u god or something,do u know the plans god has concerning him?do u know if he has a key part in ur life?.baby girl,watch ur mouth.And good lingua,'IMAO' even if i still don't know the meaning.someone help me out.

So,this how its going to work.u tag 5 people and let them know they've been tagged.(Duh,like how else r they supposed to know).

I'm tagging doug,LG,Princesa,blackjamesbond and charizard.
5.

Saturday, March 7, 2009

I'm Coming

My people,how una dey? Your babe here is cool,calm,kollected and dey kampe.I'm just crowded with activities.I'll do a proper post soon.I'm sorry for staying away so long.its almost 2 months but it feels like 2 weeks.Nwayz, i'll do a post soon.muah!
ciao!