My old boots

I looked at the boots. I really really looked at the boots from all angles possible. I cleaned them, and did everything i could to make them shine. Of course they were shining...as much as they could. But no matter what I did, the signs of wear were visible. I sighed and went into the bathroom thinking of any other alternative to wearing the ridiculous boots. Okay they're not that ridiculous, they are warm as hell(not that hell is warm) and they cost me a fortune. They were the absolute boots for the weather forecast that CNN predicted for my city, but that didn't make me feel any better about wearing them. Nothing was actually wrong with the boots. I mean, no rat holes or anything. They were actually in perfect condition. They were just...old.

I mean, who feels good about wearing ugly old boots?

Now, I know what you're thinking.

No I don't.

I could guess though.

Is anyone of you thinking maybe...I don't know...

Why not get new boots?

No?

Well I'll answer the question anyway.

You know when you have a lot of money that you're not using immediately and someone needs money and you lend them the money in the hope that they will pay back before you go completely broke?

Okay you know that feeling when you go broke before you're supposed to go broke and you know you dare not open your big mouth to ask for money from home?

Picture those two situations.

Picture me.

Tadaaa!

Anyway so there i was, trying on the old boots. My housemate was there tying to cheer me up. ''It's not that bad, it will keep you warm at least'' (by the way she is going to kill me because I ate her spaghetti so if you don't see any blogposts after this, you know what happened).

I wore the boots to class. Well not really to class, because today I had practical classes at the hospital, and you know how you have to change into scrubs and labcoats and hospital shoes and the lot, so there was only this...rather mean looking woman at the busstop who looked at my boots in a mean manner.

But her boots were uglier.
So I kanye-shrugged off her eyes and stepped into the bus like a boss :)

Anyway I would have totally pulled off the boots...except immediately I walked into the hospital, there was this irritating squish-squashy sound coming from somewhere near my feet...you know that sound you hear when your shoes are really wet? Yeah well I heard them but my shoes weren't wet at all. A couple of people were staring at me, but i put my headphones in and lifted my chin.

Long story short (not really), my feet did not freeze.

I'm grateful I have old boots to keep them warm.

I'm not vain am I? Nahhh.

Am I?


P.s. Forgive my tense changes, I didn't really have time to proof-read the post.

Leave me some nice comments :)

Nigerian Tag,

It's my sister's birthday today :)

It's my Dad's birthday tomorrow

It's Myne's birthday tomorrow :)


Happy Birthday Myne!


Anyway I did the Nigerian tag thingy. No one tagged me, I tagged myself :| I'm rambling but try to watch it :**

*sorry, took down the vid. 

With all my love,

Cerebrallybusy

Tortoise and Yonibo.

Babalawo mo wa bebe

Cerebrallybusy: Story story!

Blogsville: Story!

Cerebrallybusy: Once upon a time!

Blogsville: Time Time!

This is a story about the tortoise and his wife Yonibo, who had been married for several years without any children. This worried them a lot, and so the tortoise decided to see the village priest about the situation.

The priest told the tortoise not to worry, and showed him a kind of special soup he had prepared for Yonibo. He told the tortoise that if Yonibo drank the soup, it would put an end to her barrenness. The tortoise was very happy and he thanked the priest, who severely warned him against drinking the soup. The tortoise assured the priest that he would not drink the soup. However, on his way home, the aroma of the soup made his mouth water so much that he decided to stop and take a sip of the soup. He took a sip and continued on his way.

You know what they say about stolen food. The farther he walked, the more his mouth watered. So the tortoise kept taking little sips from the soup until eventually before he got home, the bowl was empty and his abdomen was severely distended so that he looked pregnant. The tortoise didn’t know what to do, so he went home to Yonibo but didn’t tell her the full story. Yonibo was worried about him, so she suggested going back to the priest to find a cure for her husband’s huge belly. As they left the house, the tortoise started lamenting his fate in this song:

Babalawo mo wa bebe

(Baba I’ve come to beg)

Alugbinrin

(Alugbirin)

Ogun to se fun mi lere kan

(The soup you gave to me earlier)

Alugbinrin

(Alugbirin)

Oni nma ma fowo kenu

(You said not to eat it)

Alugbinrin

(Alugbirin)

Oni nma ma fese kenu

(You said not to eat it)

Alugbinrin

(Alugbirin)

Mo fowo kan obe mo fi kenu

(I put my finger in and tasted it)

Alugbinrin

(Alugbirin)

Mo boju wo kun, ori gbendu

(I looked down at my stomach, and it was huge)

Alugbinrin. 

(Alugbirin)

Babalawo Mo wa bebe, Alugbinrin...

(Babalawo I’ve come to beg, Alugbirin).

When Yonibo heard this song, she was furious because she realized what her husband had done. The priest had no antidote for the soup, which was supposed to boost Yonibo’s pregnancy was now boosting the tortoise’s glands. The priest was also furious, and kept saying ‘Didn’t I tell you not to drink the soup? Didn’t I tell you?’

The tortoise was in so much pain that he died a few hours later, in Yonibo’s arms.

Moral Lessons:

Greed kills.

Do not covet what does not belong to you.

Lol so guys I hope you enjoyed this. I know some of yall know this story. Leave a comment about a memory of a tortoise story you remember :) 

No title.

Today, I was checking the number of...'love messages' i have gotten in the past couple of weeks...you know, text messages, twitter DMs, facebook messages (no one emails me stuff like that, don't ask me why, I don't know)...there were a lot of them! Sometimes I wonder why they like me. I mean, i'm not a likeable person in that kind of way. I mean yeah in a friend-friend way, i guess I'm okay, i'm not all bad. But in a hey-I-like-you-I-want-you-to-be-my-girlfriend kind of way? I honestly think I'm too fucked up for that. So I guess I've just been thinking that if they knew how fucked up I really am, would they still like me?

Rapture.

Trigger: This is a religious post. Don't say I didn't warn you.

So the other day, I was lying in my bed, reading an e-book on my laptop, waiting to drift off to sleep. I like to read myself to sleep cos i have nothing else to do these days. In two weeks though, school's starting, so that's going to change. Anyway I digress. 

So there I was, reading, right, and I drifted off. 

You know that moment between sleep and wakefulness, when any small noise wakes you quickly? Yes, i was in that phase, when I heard some music. 

Now, my building is usually very quiet at night. No loud music, nothing. So it was pretty unusual. 

I awoke with a start. 

I'm about to say something very stupid. 

I thought it was (i'm almost covering my eyes n shame here)...

wait for it...

wait for it...

rapture. 

If you're laughing, please stop.

I actually thought I was hearing the trumpet. not a trumpet, but THE TRUMPET. THE. 

I don't think I have ever been that scared in my whole entire life. Like, my whole entire life actually passed right before my eyes. All the Bible passages I had ever read, all the Left Behind books I ever read, all the end-time movies i ever saw...everything. 

Like I said, I have never been that scared in my life. 

I think what scared me the most was that I actually didn't feel myself moving. I didn't feel I would, you know, rise up to be with the Lord like it says in a particular chapter of Jude. 

When i located the source of the music, I couldn't stop the tears from flowing. I ended up praying the most heart-felt prayer I have prayed in years. I don't know how long  stayed like that. 

It's not that I'm a bad person. Because I'm not. 

But sometimes, i drift away from Jesus, and my greatest fear is that, it's on one of those occasions that he would come back for the church. 

But i have come to understand something. It's not by being a pastor, or preaching to a hundred people, or by being a fanatic. It is by grace that we are saved. Only by His grace. And there is no condemnation for those in Christ Jesus. 

Reading the Bible does bring one peace of mind. 

Frankly, I don't care if I only get to stand on the doormat of heaven. I just want to get in, and spend the rest of eternity worshipping God. That's really all. 

Day 15- My zodiac sign

I cannot believe I'm still on this thing though. I am both amazed and impressed. I never believed i would get even halfway. I get bored really really easily and so i can't believe i'm not bored yet. Well yeah I am, but I'm keeping on! That's pretty impressive, wouldn't you say?

Anyway this is going to be a really short post because I'm not really into all these things. Actually i'm not into them at all. The only thing i know about my zodiac sign is that i'm an Aries...and i think this is represented by a...what? ram? yeah i think. Anyway that's pretty much it. I don't follow my horoscope cos I don't believe in it. God writes my future.

And so, that's that :)

Do you believe in your horoscope?

day 14 - My outfit for today

I didn't get much sleep last night. Just for about 2 hours. I snoozed the hell out of my alarm clock but i still had to get up early. There's this conference going on in town...organised by Calvary Chapel. Anyway I'm a very simple person. Just gimme a teeshirt and a pair of jeans and i'm okay. So I put on my purple teeshirt/top (not sure of the difference) with the huge giraffe and my jeans. However I was not sure whether to wear my very comfortable flip-flops or my friend's gladiators (i slept over at her apartment last night) . However the gladiators make my legs look too skinny so i tend to avoid them. Anyway i decided against the flip-flops cos i was like, hey it's a conference. So i put on my blue jeans and the gladiators looked normal. However around midday, it got so hot that my panties were sticking to my butt.

Yes, it was that bad!

I had to go to my apartment to change into lighter jeans (my apartment was near the conference centre).

So i put on my grey jeans and my purple teeshirt :)

Soooooo wearing flipflops tomorrow. Most def. I will not wear long jeans/pants till then end of the summer!


I talk too much. I was just supposed to say what I wore and not how I came to wear it lol.

But yeah it's all good. Sorry for wasting your time.  Anyway here's a picture of the huge giraffe. Sorry for the quality. Webcam photos.
Actually lets have two photos instead. Lol it looks like the giraffe had braids in the second picture, but those are just my braids :)

xx

Day 13- My body.

Hello sweet people!

Yeah the topic is a bit...bleh.

Well for me anyway.

My body...where to begin?

Firstly I am a small person. I fluctuate between 48 and 50kg and I'm 5'4.7, almost 5'5. That's why people pick me up whenever they feel like lol

How do i feel about my body?? well let's just say...

I know i'm not that beautiful. I'm okay with that. However I cannot be described as ugly lol that's for sure.

Of course there are a few things I wouldn't mind changing about myself. Not that I would actually do anything about that. But yeah.

Like for instance, I would like a slightly bigger butt. And I would like a smaller nose.

Yeah that's pretty much it.

I tell myself I am very beautiful everyday though. So me too I can feel among the fine babes lol

Here's a very recent picture of me. Easiest to find cos it's also my display pic on all my social websites.

And here's the song helping me feel pretty since 2010 lol

I guess overall i feel just great about my body. I love it. Lol nah joke. I love me.

Day 12 - Five yummy guys

There was only one guy that popped into my mind.

ZACHARY LEVIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!

Somebody say Ayeeeeeee

Lol Pardon me. It's just that I find Zachary Levi really really really really really attractive. Really really. (Insert a million reallys here)

Other people don't find him attractive but I do. I stalk him on facebook and twitter. I ALWAYS youtube him. Like i have watched almost every youtube video of him. I mean it. Yes it is that bad.


Kay I'll make a list

1. Zachary Levi: This man is just amazing. My favorite tv show is Chuck. All because of this guy. He is amazing! 
2. Ian Somerhalder: ''Dead guy on Lost, now undead on the Vampire Diaries''
3. OT Fagbenle: I only just discovered this guy today. This. Guy. Is. Hot!! That is all. (He was in Double Wedding with Tia and Tamera Mowry of Sister Sister. 
4. ...
5. .... 

Well actually these are the only three people i can think of right now lol.  And i assure you, they are enough.

Day 11 - My family

My family is made up of my mother, my father, my brother, my sister and I :)

I shall now proceed to describe each of them in a few words ...

My Mom: From her name, down to the soles of her feet, she is as unique as they come. She's one of my best friends. I mean, granted, I didn't like her that much till i was around ten or eleven. Okay yeah I loved her, but we used to get on each other's nerves a lot, especially since i was a very, very stubborn child. But right now, there's hardly anything I don't tell her. I mean, if i decided to lose my virginity, she would be the first person to hear about it. Besides the guy of course. Lol. No for real though. If i made a mistake, she's the first person i would call. She is just amazing,

My Dad: Well what can I say? I've never been all that close to my dad. I mean yeah we used to do family stuff you know. My dad is pretty funny. He likes to crack jokes. I think if my mom were away for a while, we would be spoilt children.  Nah for real. Whenever my mum gives us money, it's 100 bucks per day. But my dad would give you 500 and even ask if you need more. But that's pretty much it. I never go to him when i have a problem or when I'm feeling down. Only when I need money lol. And he never lets me down when i need money. Even if he's broke he will never tell me. I love him.

My brother:  Mean mean mean person lol. He turned 21 yesterday. How can I describe him? He's pretty awesome. Let's hope he doesn't read this. Yeah no he wouldn't. He hates to read stories. He's the one who made me the tomboy that i am today. He's the one who used to bribe me to play football with him. He's the one with whom i used to climb trees and fences and try to boycott rat traps in someone else's compound. I used to believe every word that came out of this boy's mouth, no matter how stupid it sounded. I remember once he told me he never ever used to fart. That he was an angel. And even when i heard him fart, he said it was just the chair. Imagine. And I believed. Lol i was gullible then. I think i was kind of like the brother he never had. It wasn't until he went off to university and one of his friends actually said i was pretty did he start noticing i was a girl lol.

My sister: She's all of 18 years old. Amazing. She's the smartest one of us. She likes to read and is almost always top of her class. She looks up to me and she thinks i'm amazing :) Whenever she feels down, she beeps me and I call her and we talk for long minutes. She's sweet and naive, and she loves the Lord so much. I'm happy for her about that. She used to grumble a lot. Before. I hope that has changed now. I pray it has because gosh! it used to drive me crazy. She used to be my experiment-y kind of person. Like when i learned something new, i would go try it on her first. I even convinced her to shave her head when she was six and I was seven. Lol. Terrible times. She's just...she's really really sweet and she loves me and I love her.

Then there's me.

I am pretty much amazing too lol. Agree with me or get lost.

God bless my family.

Day 9- How important you think education is/ Day 10-Random songs from my music player.

I couldn't do this yesterday, through absolutely no fault of mine! I tried to, but there was just no time! And since I think day 9 is pretty boring, I'm going to mix it with day 10, so i'll still be on track :)

                                                              Day 9--Education.


Well, the importance of Education really cannot be overstated. Someone once said 'People go to school to get smarter so that they can get jobs'. At this point, I would just like to say that speaking English does not make you educated. Also, no education does not equal no money. After all, English is the normal language for some people (read: mothertongue), and I'm pretty sure if Bill Gates' children don't work for the rest of their lives, and they live to be 100 years, they can never go broke.

However, if you don't have rich parents, or a unique talent, or a reasonable million-dollar idea, i suggest you stay in school. Music is not for everybody. Not every rapper will make it. So it's better to have something to fall back on in case music or whatever you want to do fails.

I think dropping out of school was the dumbest decision Wizkid ever made. He's not even that talented. Why did he not just finish school? He's young. Music will always be there. Is it when he gets old that he'll decide to go back to school? It won't be that easy, let him ask the old men in my mom's classes.

Anyway, that's just my own two cents, you can take it or leave it.


                              Day 10 -- Random songs from my music player.

1. God is Enough - Lecrae
2. Itty Bitty Piggy - Nicki Minaj 
3. We must Praise - J Moss
4. More - Lecrae
5. If we ever meet again - Timbaland ft Katy Perry 
6. Show me Your face - William McDowell
7. Skype ringtone (lol this is my ringtone :D)
8. Don't waste Your life - Lecrae 
9. Angels Cry - Mariah Carey
10. On my knees - Jaci Velasquez 

Lol looking at this random list, i realise I am somewhere between 'Jesus and John Wayne'. Who knows this song? It's by the Gaither Vocal Band.You should youtube it, cos I think it describes most Christians.

p.s.: It's my brother's 21st birthday today :D

Day 8 what i ate today

I was going to do this around 3 p.m but i realised i hadn't eaten anything yet lol. Then I went out, and i remembered i slept around 4 am last night, and i was having a pity party so i ate a lot of ice-cream, so technically i had eaten before 3pm when i thought i hadn't eaten anything. I'm not making sense, am I?

Anyhooo this is what i ate today

• 3:something am : ice-cream.
• 4:20 p.m: Beans and garri lol. The last time i ate beans was what, six months ago? Yeah i think. So my friends cooked beans and we sprinkled some garri all over it and molded it, so it looked like a cake. A bean-cake if you would, like when we were kids lol. who remembers that? 
• 6:something p.m: Shawarma 
• I think i'm going to eat more ice-cream around midnight, so yeah 

:) what did you eat today?

Day 7 - Five pet peeves

If my friends made a list about this, my name would probably be number one haha. I kid. I think.

Anywayyy here are five of my pet peeves. Really in no particular order.

You should know that as I'm typing this, I have no single clue what my five pet peeves are, like my mind is blank. So I'll just sit here till I can think again.

• ''STUPIDS'' - You know those people that appear on your facebook wall like once in six months and try to take you on a guilt trip by claiming you've forgotten them? Yeah those people piss me the hell off. I mean, yeah you have two hands, I have two hands. You have a telephone, i have a telephone. You have me on your friends' list, i have you on my friends' list. Is your hand, broken, that you can't dial a damn telephone? It takes two people to keep in touch. And really nobody owes anybody anything, even if I've forgotten you and you've forgotten me, life goes on. It's not like you're feeding me or I'm feeding you so calm your ventricles, why don't you? 
• False Hope: You know those people who promise to do something for you, but when the time comes, they just dash your hopes without any thoughts as to how you're going to cope? Yeah, well, those people are really mean. But the good thing is, I don't believe promises anymore. The only One who keeps his promise is God. A preacher once said that if God ever fails you, you will get your name in the Guiness Book of World Records as the first person God ever failed. I think it was Damon Thompson. Not sure though. 
• Fake People with Fake accents: Really, I know you live in America. I know you live in London or Heavenstreet or whatever. I know your parents are rich. But darling, you only moved to America two months ago now, haba. Why are you pretending as if you don't understand me when I speak? I mean, if you use your Nigerian accent, i won't flog you, am i your papa? Calm down, biko, life is not that serious. And oh yeah your accent needs more work dear, do you know your American accent makes you sound like someone with a speech disorder? Really, you should try to erase the igboticness in it although i doubt you'll succeed.
• Spitters: why, why, why, why, why????? You know, I don't understand why people spit in public. Ughhhh i am so so irritated as i'm typing this. It is disgusting. That is the sole reason why I hate summer because the floor is always filled with so much sputum i have to walk as if i'm playing suwe. At least in Winter, the snow hides it, you know snow is like a clean slate, even if you pee in it, it won't show lol (not that i've tried it or anything). But summer is just...terrible, terrible. 
• Yeah i can't think of a fifth one right now. So four will have to do. I don't know what's up with me today but something definitely is.  Thanks for reading :) 

Day 6 - Mainstream Music

Today should be Day 7. But I didn't do this yesterday. Lazing around was what i did all day. oh plus i got my hair braided.

Anyhoo Mainstream music. Well. I totally had to google that one. For real.

I love music. It is that simple. I love all kinds of music.

Oh except Fuji music.

That shit is SHIT!!

That shit is hella nasty.

I'm pretty sure it degenerates brain cells. Slowly but surely.

Anyway i mostly listen to Rap (read: Lupe Fiasco, J. Cole, Drake and Wale), and Gospel (read: Tenth Avenue North, Chris Tomlin, Casting crowns, Skillet). Sometimes i listen to some Rock.(Read: pink and avril lavigne) but most of the rock songs i listen to are Gospel. So yeah.

Oh i listen to whatever kind of music Adele sings. i think she's amazing.

And some country music (read: Lady Antebellum, Blake Shelton, Tim Mcgraw, Gaither Vocal Band)...

You know what, I listen to all kinds of music.

EXCEPT FUJI.

I don't listen to Lady Gaga either. I think she is evil. You don't have to agree with me, that's just my opinion and I don't really care what you think so yeah.

 So basically music, mainstream or whatever, helps me stay sane.

Day 5 - Things you want to say to an ex

Okay so I'm assuming this could mean an ex-boyfriend or ex-friend or just an ex-whatever. Since I don't have an ex-boyfriend, i decided to choose an ex-friend. 

This letter, I wrote to my ex-bestfriend a couple of years ago. The only friend who ever really hurt me. Of course I don't have the flu right now. I'm simply too lazy to write something fresh so bear with me. 

Dear friend.

I have come down with the flu.

But you don’t know, cos u aren’t here.

The last time I had the flu

You were there.

You took care of me.

You stayed with me.

You helped me study.

Tablets and Caplets.

Food and Water.

Notebooks and textbooks.

Hot water bottles.

Cold compresses.

Sweaters and coats.

You were simply there.

Where are you now???

What happened to us??

One minute, tight friends.

I blinked, and you were gone.

If only I had held my eyes open just a second longer

I might have seen you disappear.

Now I'm only left with memories.

And semblances of you.

What really happened??

Help me understand, cos I just don’t get it.

Somehow,I don’t think it was just about that little tiff of ours.

And you never even bothered to explain.

Tell me, did you like to watch me wonder??

Or did you like to see me try so hard

To salvage a relationship that only I seemed to want??

And wonder, I did.

Did someone say something to him?

Did i?

Did my words have a hidden meaning??

Was he threatened??

Was I simply too young and immature for him??

Did I bore him that bad??

Did he want a way to simply stop being my friend??

My imaginations ran wilder, believe me.

You bought me a necklace and matching earrings on my birthday.

I look at them everyday.

I miss you everyday.

There are some days I miss you so much it hurts.

Like a pain I can't relinquish.

I miss the way you looked at me when I annoyed you.

The way you always let me win all the fights even when I didn’t want to.

The things only you could say to make me feel better.

The way you always checked up on me after school.

The way we talked late into the wee hours of the morning.

The way you listened to me like no one else ever did.

Most especially the way you believed in me

Even when I didn’t believe in myself.

You came to know me in such a short time.

I was starting to get used to you.

And then you took it all away,

You waved your magic wand

And whisked it all away,

In one breath, with just a wave.

Why???

You've given me ample time to recover,

But I haven’t.

Will I ever??

Why am I writing this, I wonder??

I just need to understand.

Its been 7 months,

And I still miss you.

Will I send this one to you?

Or will it just remain in my collection??

Or will it meet the same fate as its predecessors,

In my recycle bin???

This too, I wonder.

Your forever-friend.

You-know-who. (not voldemort)

Day 4 - Bullet your whole day

Well...today was a pretty ordinary (read: boring) day. Really. Well that's mostly because my housemate is out of town so there was no one to wake me at six in the morning with some very insignificant thing.

No I am not missing her.

Right, so let's see how my day went.

• Went to bed at 5 am. 
• Woke up at 11:45 am. 
• Stayed in bed looking at the ceiling till 12:05/12:10
• Looked for my phone. 
• Found it between the washing machine and the sink. Alas! 12 missed calls. (I guess I hadn't looked for the phone in a while. My friends hate it when I don't pick up my calls.)
• Returned my missed calls. Well I returned three of them. The other people yelled at me later.
• Ate the last meatpie from our baking thingy.(Some of my friends came over yesterday and we baked meatpies. Well they did the baking, I did the eating. Division of labour, eh?)
• Cursed the pimple that decided to rent room and parlour on my face. 
• Watched almost a whole season of Friends and laughed my skinny butt off
• Flirted with a cute, smart boy online for a few minutes 
• Told my friend about it :p
• Worried about my empty wallet. For about a few seconds lol. Then i went back to Friends. 
• Called my friend and tried to convince her to braid my hair. 
• Took a shower. This was around six of course. I was starving by this time. I had only eaten one meatpie. But sometimes my stomach does this thing, like when it's hungry and I don't feed it...the hunger goes away. My mother is scared I might get an ulcer. She worries too much. 
• Tried to empty the vacuum cleaner again. 
• Played with my hair a little. The hunger died. 
• Watched more Friends. 
• Went on twitter for a bit. I was bored. Watched more Friends. 
• Listened to some music. Hugh Laurie (read: House) sings. Did you know? Well I only just found out today.
• Read one of Nora Roberts' ebooks that I got online
• 10:00pm. Went to the kitchen to raid the fridge. Came up with an apple. 
• Raided the store. Found some potatoes. Cooked some potatoes. Tried to make the egg-sauce that my housemate is so good at. Failed. 
• Grilled five chicken wings I found somewhere deep deep down in the freezer.
• So I ate some potatoes, bad egg-sauce and terrific chicken wings. Then I drank some water. 
• Watched more Friends. 
• Blogged. Oh wait that's what I'm doing now ^_^ 

Day 3- A book you love.

Let me start this way.

why? why? why???

why would you make me pick just one book?? There are a billion amazing books out there. So many that have changed my life, come on and I have to pick one?

Le sigh

This is me trying to narrow it down. Bear in mind that many amazing books have been cut off -_-

First of all, any book that is written by Nora Roberts, I LOVE.

I think she's amazing. Really. My favorite author in the whole wide world! Lol. I mean, reading her books practically gives me bookgasms!

Her In Death series are bookgasmic, gosh!

So as long as the book has her name on the cover, you can get it for me as a birthday present...or for Christmas...or new year...or just because. Lol.

Moving on...

Half of a Yellow Sun by Chimamanda N. Adichie is an amazing book too. I read the whole book in less than a day, i couldn't put it down. Yes it is that good. I finished it in the middle of the night, with a flashlight. Yes I read it in Nigeria, lol.

The Harry Potter books are also great! I mean, wow!
I've always been an avid reader (of novels), so when my mom saw me reading the harry potter books, she was impressed because they were huge and voluminous. Until one woman told her the book was demonic, and that I would be so deceived, I would go out of my way to look for a way to become a witch like Hermione. Lool. Ridiculous or what? I was banned from reading them of course, but did I panic? I think not. Did I stop? I think not. Is that love? I think yes!

So yeah, those are just a few of the books I love.

p.s May i just say that Romeo and Juliet were the dumbest characters ever created. I mean he sees her on the floor, asks no questions and then drinks poison. She wakes up, sees him on the floor and then stabs herself. How...stupid. What a waste of two young lives. Hmmph.

Day 2-Something i feel strongly about

I thought about this for a long, long time. Actually I thought about this while i was heating my hot chocolate in the microwave.(It's raining. It's summer. I hate this.)
I can't believe it took me so long to actually think about something I feel strongly about, I mean, I should feel strongly about it, right? 


Anyway, I picked my country. I don't think I have any foreign readers, but in case I do, I'm Nigerian.  And I love my country. So I feel strongly about it. So, here goes. 


Why are there so many bad things associated with Nigeria? why? why?
Robbery, internet scam, power failure, the Jos Crises, bomb blasts, hey we even recently had our first suicide bomber.
I know this happens in other countries, it might not be a big deal in other countries but it is a big deal for me. 


I mean, it's Nigeria. We're only fifty. What the hell is all of this mess? 
when i was little, I wanted to serve in Jos or Kano or just somewhere far away, but do i dare go anywhere near there now? We used to have electricity, that's how we grew up. We used to watch Barney and his friends and wish we were one of them, Superman, Spiderman, Ben 10 and all those kiddy-thingies, but the last time i went home, for a full week, light didn't even blink, once. Even our movie industry. Second largest film producing in the world. But how is the quality? How many Oscars have we won?


I'm not even going to talk about the leadership because I am about as politically inclined as a mouse, but at least I think I know when something's not progressing. 


You know, I love my country. But i'm tired. Really. When did being patriotic become so damn hard? 


I feel really really strongly about this so I am not going to continue, before I have to pretend that there's dust in my eyes when they well up. 


Loving Nigeria is slowly draining me. 

Day 1 -Five ways to win your heart.

1.  Intelligence: As most of you know, I am 19. Getting closer to the ‘Marriage-able age’ (Lol I kid) and thus, I have to start thinking of my children. I have to say, if you cannot hold an intelligent conversation, I mean, if I have to do all the talking because, I don’t know, uncomfortable silences make me uncomfortable, and you’re just there saying ‘yes’ and ‘no’ then sorry, no hope for us. Basically, I cannot date a stupid person because I want my children to be intelligent. That is all

2.  Godliness – This should have been the first one but hey, it’s still part of the list. I am a struggling Christian. There, I said it. I believe in God, I believe in Heaven, and I believe  in Hell. My ultimate goal is to make heaven. I’m not saying be a pastor or anything, heck I’m not even fit to be a preacher’s wife but I need someone who wants the same goal because, like I said, I’m a struggling Christian and I don’t need anyone who’s gonna drag me down.

3.  Perseverance: I’m annoying. I’m really really annoying. I’m odd. Very few people really understand me. What makes me tick today may not make me tick tomorrow. I like to argue just for argument’s sake. Sometimes I love everyone, sometimes I hate everyone. I don’t pick up my phone calls. I don’t have a lot of friends, I mean a lot of acquaintances, yes, but I’m not sure I have a lot of friends because eventually I think people get tired of my bullshit, and leave. I just want someone who will stay.

4.  Proper Grammar: Anyone who knows me knows that this gets huge, huge points in my book. I mean, I don’t really care if you’re …not aesthetically pleasing. Or whatever. As long as the English that is coming out of your mouth is on point, you are on point.

5.  Strength: I. Love. Strong. Men!!! I can’t help it! I don’t mean the kind of biceps that tear your shirts, nah I don’t think that’s hot. I mean something along the lines of…we go grocery shopping, we buy a bag of rice...i am 105-pound female with broomsticks for arms and toothpicks for legs, and I'm all of five feet and four inches tall…will you ask me to carry the bag of rice with you or can you carry it alone? 


I know this doesn't really go with the title, but it's the best i could do. 

The 30 day challenge

Oh Hi! Pay no attention to me, I'm just cleaning up around here. These spiders now have grandchildren on my blog. No respect. Hmmph. And look at the amount of dust here! Haba.

But no matter, no matter! I am here now. And i've come with this 30-day challenge thingy i saw on Cacoethes Scribendi . I've decided to do it since my days just keep on blendin into each other and I have nothing to do but watch movies and sleep. Oh and eat too. So i'm starting right away :D

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By the way, how is everyone doing? I have indeed missed you all!

Now now hold the heck on, what is this?

I’ve been seeing bullshit like

‘the eyesore on the calendar is feb. 14’

‘i think valentine’s day is crap. it only gives guys a reason to treat their girlfriends nicely when that’s how they should be treated each day’

(i paraphrased of course, but that’s not the point.)

Now, i’ve been seeing shit like that everywhere and i’ve been quiet.

But i won’t be quiet no more.

what the hell do y’all mean? 

i mean come on!

there’s Mother’s Day, isn’t there? There’s Children’s Day, there’s Father’s day. There’s Christmas day.

why not bash on them too?

why not say ‘oh why should we set aside a day to appreciate our mothers when we should do that everyday?’

is anyone saying that? NO.

because they are dead ass wrong. because that’s what it is. A day set aside to appreciate love. it’s really simple. I don’t know why people make a big deal out of nothing.  It doesn’t mean other days of the year we don’t appreciate love, it doesn’t mean other days of the year, we don’t love our mothers. 

So FOH with your superior attitude, why don’t you?

Cyclone Africa.

So,

I was reading the other day about Cyclone Yasi.
(At this point, I'd just like to say, this wasn't the post I had in mind, but I can do that post another day. Ok)

So as i was saying, Cyclone Yasi showed up on my Yahoo! and i was like 'whaaa?'

And then i began to feel sorry for Australians, especially when I read that the airports were closed, and the shelters were full. My friends who had no intentions of going back to Nigeria after studies (sad, i know) quickly had a rethink.

Honestly, I don't understand Africans. Like really.

Look at how blessed we are, Look!

But noooo, we'd prefer to enrich another man's land with our own brains and talents, while our countries waste away.

Because there's no electricity and there are many criminals, we're not even willing to give saving our countries a try. wowie.

The worst natural disaster we have is erosion. Abi what else.

Oh no no scratch that. What I should have said was:

The worst natural disaster we have is us.

Yes. We don't need earthquakes to destroy us, no no, we're doing fine in that aspect all by ourselves. We are our own Cyclone Yasi. Our own Hurricane Katrina.

When are we going to give our countries a hand?

When are we going to build our own countries, so that tomorrow, we'll be ranked among the top nations with great economies?

When are we going to help stop Africa from being the poorest Continent?

And it starts with us. Each and everyone of us. It's the little things really.

Like throwing your trash in the trashcan.

Like Voting.

Like doing the right thing instead of paying your way through it.

Like paying your taxes.

Raise your glasses.

Hey dears!

This may be belated, but Happy New Year!!

Yeah, I'm aware I didn't do a new year post, but that was because I wasn't really feeling the new year.
Last year was not all that great for me, and the end was even worse, but that's all old news now...water under the bridge

*raises glass* here's hoping this year is a million times better...it's not looking up yet, but i hope it does very soon.

I'm down with the flu. Yeah, so early in the new year, i know.

The devil is a liar.

So recently on twitter i was talking about Tonto Dike and the ban i hear they want to impose on her...

I think it's bullshit.

First of all, don't get me wrong, i hate Tonto. I think she puts too much...well, for lack of a better word...gra-gra in her acting...she annoys me on screen..

BUT...

i believe her job is to act, so why in the hell should she be banned for doing her job?? :s

They pay her, she likes the job, she does it. End of story, contract terminated. Why should she be banned for that? Is she the one who wrote the script?

It doesn't matter how bad her role is, is she complaining?

Oh al-right then, let's ban all the bankers in Nigeria, and while we're at it, let's ban the bus conductors, teachers and engineers as well, for doing their job, because some of us don't like the way they do it.

And what is this about it spoiling children? If you allow your underage kids to watch something rated 18, don't complain about it spoiling them.

And if they watch it without you knowing...well...they should be ready to accept responsibility for their actions, after all you won't always be there for them.

Well, that's my own Two Cents. You can take it or leave it.



Yours-in-sneezes

The Busy Brains.