Fabulous Scribbles.

My old boots

2011-11-09T18:21:00.001+02:00

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,

2011-10-25T23:37:00.000+03:00

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 :**

With all my love,

Cerebrallybusy

Tortoise and Yonibo.

2011-09-26T22:50:00.001+03:00

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 wifeYonibo, who had been married for several years without any children. Thisworried them a lot, and so the tortoise decided to see the village priest aboutthe situation.

The priest told the tortoise not to worry, andshowed him a kind of special soup he had prepared for Yonibo. He told thetortoise 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 himagainst drinking the soup. The tortoise assured the priest that he would notdrink the soup. However, on his way home, the aroma of the soup made his mouthwater so much that he decided to stop and take a sip of the soup. He took a sipand continued on his way.

You know what they say about stolen food. Thefarther he walked, the more his mouth watered. So the tortoise kept takinglittle sips from the soup until eventually before he got home, the bowl wasempty and his abdomen was severely distended so that he looked pregnant. Thetortoise didn’t know what to do, so he went home to Yonibo but didn’t tell herthe full story. Yonibo was worried about him, so she suggested going back tothe 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 realizedwhat her husband had done. The priest had no antidote for the soup, which wassupposed 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 drinkthe soup? Didn’t I tell you?’

The tortoise was in so much pain that he died a few hourslater, 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.

2011-08-27T22:11:00.000+03:00

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.

2011-08-15T23:37:00.001+03:00

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...

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.

Freedom

2011-07-27T17:50:00.003+03:00

Hi guys. How's it going? Here's a short story for y'all. I hope you enjoy it. I was going to post it on Naijastories but it exceeded the word count :(

So anyway please leave a comment :)

Funke rolled out of bed, groggy and angry at the alarm clock. She hated the bed because it was too comfortable. She never wanted to get up in the morning. It was a love-hate relationship, really. She couldn’t wait to get in it after a long day, and at least it was a better companion than her husband Femi who hadn’t been home in nearly two weeks. And when he was home, all he did was watch ESPN and demand for food in that quiet, lethal tone of his. She never knew what he was thinking. It drove her nuts.

She walked into the bathroom and stared at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were still really red. She yawned and wrinkled her own nose at her breath, and then wondered what to cook for Femi. He was a very picky person and whatever she cooked was never good enough. Oh he never complained. Not with his mouth at least. He was the perfect husband. For a dead person.

She decided on Eba and okro soup with the fish he liked that she didn’t even know the name. She just sent the houseboy to the market with specific orders to buy ‘Oga’s fish’ and then she cooked it. Not that he ever appreciated it or anything. He just ate and never complained. He never complimented either. He never shirked his marital duties. He always left money for food and money for her to buy things for herself. He always made love to her every Wednesday he was home, for fifteen exact minutes, from 9:30 pm to 9:45 pm. Then he rolled off of her and said Thank You. He always went to church every Sunday, even if he wasn’t in town. He was a much disciplined person, never missed his schedules. Never used an extra minute or left one un-used. She shook her head just thinking about it. Then she leaned forward and studied her reflection in the mirror. Dark circles under her eyes were so prominent. The spaces above her clavicles were enough to fetch water from the well. She didn’t look like the happy wife of a wealthy, Christian man; she looked like his starving housekeeper. But her husband never spoke of it.

Kunle would though. She smiled at mirror-Funke. She wondered if she should go buy Femi’s fish herself, just so she would have an excuse to drop by Kunle’s. Femi didn’t like it when she wasn’t home to welcome him, but if he knew it was for food, he was okay. With another smile at herself in the mirror, she hurried about cleaning up and even hopped into the shower with an extra spring in her steps.

She sprayed a bit of the overly expensive perfume she had bought with the extra money Femi left on her pillow the last time he hit her, and said her goodbyes to the houseboy. Then she looked around like a little thief and then drove straight to Kunle’s apartment.

‘Hey’ Kunle said when he opened the door. He was always a little happy and a little sad to see her.

‘Hey’ she replied.

‘what are you doing here?’

‘I’m supposed to be buying Femi’s fish. He’s coming back today. But I had to see you’

He touched her face. She hated that. Because it was too tender; because it reminded her of everything she would never have. But she covered his hand with hers. And she smiled.

‘You want to come in for a little while? I won’t keep you long, I promise’

She hesitated a little. Looked around again…

‘You won’t put on a really good movie?’

‘maybe just an episode of Friends to make you smile’

‘I’m smiling’

‘Yeah but you’re not happy’

She said nothing and just came in.

‘May I have some apple juice please?’ she asked

He noticed how smoothly she changed the subject. He opened his mouth…then he changed his mind because he knew she wouldn’t listen. She was too busy being the perfect daughter even at the expense of her own happiness. Hadn’t she married the jackass because her parents needed a family bond in order for the merger of their bank and his father’s bank to take place? That was Funke. The perfect daughter.

He shook his head and went to get her the juice.

‘You’ve lost weight. Why aren’t you sleeping well? Is he hitting you again?’

‘You worry too much.’

‘I love you’

She frowned into her glass of apple juice. It was still hard for her to fathom. Handsome, single Kunle loved her. When there were a million girls throwing themselves at him, and he wanted her…an empty, broken vessel. So she had never said those words back to him.

But she knew she felt the same way. And he knew she did too. And she knew he knew she did.

He slipped in the DVD and settled beside her on the couch. Slowly, like a fragile doll, she put her head on his lap and just lay there. He stroked her hair and his heart broke. He would never do this without feeling guilty, without being scared of what would happen to her if they were caught. She was already enduring so much, too much.

They watched the episode but neither of them was really concentrating. Each was thinking his own thoughts. Kunle broke the silence.

‘Run away with me’

She slowly lifted her head from his lap until they were face to face.

‘what?’

‘Run away with me. I have enough money saved. I’ve been waiting to say this, but there has never been a right time. Run away with me. You know I’ll treat you better than he does. I love you Funke, please run away with me’

‘What, what are you saying? I can’t! You know I can’t! My parents…’

‘what about them? You’ve done what they asked of you, you’ve always been the perfect daughter, now it’s your turn to be happy Funke, and I want so much to be the one who makes you happy.’

She lifted her hand and halted his tirade.

‘I can’t think. How…how long have you been thinking of this?’

‘about a year now’

‘A year? A year Kunle and this is how you spring the idea on me? We always talk about everything, why didn’t you bring this up so we could talk about it?’

‘Well I am now. Come on Funke, no one would ever be able to find us, especially not Femi.’ He came closer until he could see his reflection in the tears that had welled up in her eyes. Then he slowly lowered his head and kissed her. She didn’t know what to do with her hands so she out them on his chest. He stopped and looked down at her. So naïve, so sweet. ‘So what do you say?’

She left his arms and went to stand by the window. ‘I don’t know Kunle. I may need some time to think about it’

‘To think about what? Are you going to stay in that house until he kills you, ehn, Funke?’

‘Shut up! Shut up! He won’t kill me. He won’t even hit me anymore’

‘Are you listening to yourself? You know what? I’m tired of this. I am tired of having my love thrown back in my face a million times. I love you but there’s only so much rejection a heart can take…’

‘So what are you saying Kunle?’

They argued for a few more minutes after that, until

‘Okay you know what? I need to think. I’m going to buy Femi’s fish, and I’m going to cook it for him, and i’m going to pretend like you’re nothing more than an acquaintance. Because that’s the only way my head is not going to split open’ She grabbed her purse and walked to the door. Then she paused. She owed him the truth at least. So she told him with her back to the room and her eyes on her shoes. ‘You want to know why this is really hard for me Kunle? It’s because I’m pregnant’ Then she fled.

She sat in her car for a while and cried. She remembered how she and Kunle had first met. It was about a year after she had married Femi. Somehow they became friends and started talking. He was the one she told all her problems since Femi didn’t allow her any friends. He was the only person who knew of the abuse she received from Femi. He was the only one who knew everything about her. He was her best friend. Their forbidden romance had started a year after that. One look led to a kiss, but that was all they ever did. They had never even made love. She always loved the weeks Femi was out of town, because Kunle treated her like a princess.

She leaned back in her seat. Maybe she wanted Femi to find out. Maybe a part of her wanted to see his reaction. A little part of her definitely wanted him to send her packing. But would he?

She heard his car pull up and went outside to welcome him. She took a moment to look at him. He was so handsome; there was no doubt about that. He could even be described as beautiful by a poet. But his face was always passive. Those dark lips never once bowed. It was like his face was carved in stone. She went down the rest of the stairs.

‘Welcome my husband’ she said.

‘Thank you’ and then he gave her a very passive peck on the cheek.

That was it. No ‘how are you’ or ‘what have you been up to’

And she preferred it that way, because whenever she said something he didn’t like, she got a slap for it so it was better to just stay quiet.

She went into the kitchen and tried to heat up his food, but she was so worried about how she left things with Kunle that she burned herself.

‘Ouch!’

‘What’s the matter?’ he was standing in the doorway

‘I burned myself’ she replied

‘Why? Are you a kid? You should be more careful’ and he walked out of the kitchen.

She served his food. He ate. It was 9:20. Ten more minutes.

Funke began to shake. She really hated Wednesdays because of the sex. Having sex with her husband was like having spiders crawl all over her body. It was disgusting. All she had to do was lay there for fifteen minutes and it was over. But she was required to moan, because her husband liked it when she moaned, no matter how fake it was. She didn’t feel like moaning.

‘Maybe I should just tell him now’ she thought

‘or maybe I should just wait until he goes on another trip and elope with Kunle’

9:28pm.

Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick

The clock wouldn’t stop ticking in her head. She opened her mouth but no sound came out so she closed it.

Maybe I should just endure it for one more night, and then plan how to run away with Kunle She began to chew her lip.

9:30pm.

‘Can we go into the room please?’ Femi asked.

Always the perfect gentleman, never raised his voice, only hit her when he felt she was being inappropriate.

She got up and followed him. He took off his clothes and waited for her. She took hers off more slowly, mainly because her fingers were shaking and she couldn’t undo the buttons properly.

I’ve done this thousands of times. It’s not new. Why am I suddenly afraid? She wondered.

Maybe it’s because of what Kunle said. Kunle. And she started smiling. All she had to do was picture Kunle’s face, and the moans didn’t even have to be fake. So her husband started his awkward kisses and she started her lovely moans.

‘Oh…oh yes. Mmmn.’

Femi paused. But of course she could not tell what he was thinking, and anyway he went back to awkward squeezes and she didn’t have to worry. Except when that damning little word came out.

‘Kunle’ she moaned.

Femi paused again. But this time, his squeezes weren’t so much awkward as painful. His hold was like granite, she couldn’t shake loose. She hoped she had said that word in her mind.

She whimpered a little. ‘Ouch’

He opened his mouth a few times, but nothing came out. He was squeezing her breasts with a vengeance until she thought she would have to get them amputated because of lack of blood.

‘Kunle???? KUNLE????’ he yelled. ‘’Why are you calling my brother’s name?’’

He left her suddenly and she found herself dumped unceremoniously on the floor. She rubbed her butt instinctively.

He was pacing around in all his glory, naked as the day he was born and the fury on his face was lethal.

Funke wondered if that was her quiet husband. He delivered a healthy kick to her abdomen and kept kicking her until she was dumb from the pain.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this, he was supposed to send me out she said in her mind. She wasn’t sure if she had said the name on purpose or not.

She couldn’t think. If only Femi would stop kicking her. She got up on her knees while he paced again.

‘Since when have you been seeing Kunle? Has he been coming over here? He’s been touching you hasn’t he? HASN’T HE??’ he gave her another backhand slap that sent her sprawling and left one of her teeth loose. Then he began kicking her face until there was blood everywhere.

‘Femi please’ she pleaded weakly. ‘You’re going to kill me’
‘HOW LONG?’ he yelled again

‘almost two years’ she whispered

‘WHAT?’ and then he grabbed her head and started hitting it on the floor.

She dimly remembered reading somewhere that quiet guys were the deadliest, but she had never dreamed she would be in this position. In all the four years they had been married, she had never even seen him lose his temper.

She passed out.

She was awakened rudely with a splash of water all over her. She woke up spluttering.

‘GET UP!’ he yelled ‘I want you alive when I kill you’

Her blood ran cold and she knew he was serious.

‘infidelity is a disgrace where I’m from, and people who are unfaithful deserve to die’ He delivered another kick to her already cracked ribs. Then he went inside for a few minutes.

She tried to crawl to her phone but she was too slow. She was only speed dialing Kunle when he came back out. He hadn’t answered yet. Femi kicked the phone out of her hand and used his leg to send her back to the ground. Then he dragged her by the hair to the window.

Kunle had picked up the phone but he could only hear noises.

Femi slammed her head into the windows and blood spattered everywhere.

‘My baby’ she whispered.

Kunle was only just beginning to get what was going on. He was out of his building in a flash. But it was too late.

Femi hauled her up and threw her the remaining distance out of the window. They lived on the fourth floor.

Funke felt the wind wheezing past her, in slow motion, and the feeling was a little euphoric for her. She had never felt the wind like that before. Passing through her afro, making the little humming sound, caressing her battered body with cool breeze…

She smiled.

Her last thought before her head connected with the hard concrete was Freedom at last.

Day 15- My zodiac sign

2011-07-21T23:08:00.000+03:00

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

2011-07-20T23:37:00.001+03:00

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 :)

Day 13- My body.

2011-07-20T03:15:00.001+03:00

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

2011-07-18T23:44:00.000+03:00

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

Zachary Levi: This man is just amazing. My favorite tv show is Chuck. All because of this guy. He is amazing!
Ian Somerhalder: ''Dead guy on Lost, now undead on the Vampire Diaries''
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.
...
....

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

2011-07-18T01:22:00.002+03:00

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.

2011-07-16T19:55:00.002+03:00

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.

God is Enough - Lecrae
Itty Bitty Piggy - Nicki Minaj
We must Praise - J Moss
More - Lecrae
If we ever meet again - Timbaland ft Katy Perry
Show me Your face - William McDowell
Skype ringtone (lol this is my ringtone :D)
Don't waste Your life - Lecrae
Angels Cry - Mariah Carey
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

2011-07-14T20:36:00.000+03:00

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

2011-07-13T16:03:00.000+03:00

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

2011-07-12T14:41:00.000+03:00

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

2011-07-11T00:58:00.000+03:00

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

2011-07-10T00:45:00.001+03:00

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.

2011-07-08T21:00:00.000+03:00

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

2011-07-07T14:15:00.000+03:00

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.

2011-07-06T13:47:00.003+03:00

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

2011-07-06T11:59:00.000+03:00

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

2011-04-05T19:06:00.000+03:00

Hi dears! Please visit www.midgalaxy.com! It's a new entertainment site that delivers and promotes new African music :) please do check it out.

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

Now now hold the heck on, what is this?

2011-02-14T21:12:00.002+02:00

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.

2011-02-04T23:03:00.000+02:00

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.

2011-01-08T00:20:00.001+02:00

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.

Tears won't solve anything.

2010-12-31T18:20:00.000+02:00

''Tears don't help anything'' they say.

''Even if you cry, it wouldn't change anything''

I know that. Don't you think I know that?

But they won't stop coming.

I have bargained. I have begged. I have promised. I have yelled. I have done everything I can think of, save curse.

I didn't want this to be my last post of the year. I didn't.

My vision is blurry from them. I can't really see what I'm typing.

I feel terrible. This isn't how my year should have ended. It wasn't that great a year but it shouldn't have ended this way.

Why?

''Tears won't solve anything'' they say.

Shut up. What do you know?

What do you do when you've tried everything, and there's nothing else to do but weep?

I'll tell you. You pray. You weep. You pray some more. And you weep.

I'm confused.

I shouldn't be crying, but they won't stop coming, the tears.

Please beg them for me? Tell them I don't want them.

Perfume.

2010-12-10T22:53:00.001+02:00

Do you know what a furuncle is?

Are you raising your brows?

No i won't tell you what it is but i'll show you. Here

I'm promoting reading amongst young people :)

Ok that was... lame.

This thing is otherwise called a....(I'd rather not...say it). Oh you know what i'm talking about, you read the link...didn't you?? didn't you?? you did right?

Anyway, to the matter, we now proceed.

Some years back, I started to notice some funny things on my body. They weren't...furuncles per say. They were itty bitty things on my body that turned black and disappeared.

My mom told me the reason, but I didnt believe her, after all the things didn't really harm anyone, right?

Fast forward a few years, and here I am. There are no itty bitty things this time. There is one huge, monstrous...furuncle beloew my belly button. Actually it's like a second belly button, only bigger. and uglier. and more painful.

so painful in fact, that i can't sit down without the fly of my jeans slightly open..
yes it is that bad.

So ladies and gentlemen, after searching far and wide for what i am allergic to, i have finally found it.

Guess what it is? you can't.

wait for it...

waait for it...

Perfume.

p.s forgive the gbagauns, i was half asleep when i wrote this. sorry.

Goodluck

2010-11-25T17:24:00.000+02:00

''Dear friends, you may have read in the papers some persons virulent attacks on my person, calling me a disloyal person. I would only urge you to objectively look at my past and the past of those making these allegations and let your conscience guide you. As I said, the only difference we need to make in Nigeria is between good and bad not North and South.''

---Goodluck Jonathan.

I posted this because i think he's right. This is one of our major problems.

I also think he's our best candidate. Nuff said.

It's got to be boredom...right?

2010-11-16T17:23:00.001+02:00

I'm bored.
Maybe that's why I'm noticing many things,
Many funny things.
Like the fact that my sweater,
my old, old sweater,
has pictures of a cat
standing on a pig,
in front of a dog
wrapped in a million bandages.

Maybe that's why I'm noticing him.
The boy with the deepest eyes,
the strongest arms,
The thick, unruly brows,
The wild afro, the smoothest beard,
that ugly but intriguing scar
over the dimple in his cheek,
the most shapely lips,
complete with that dangerous, lopsided,
beautifully amazing smile...

Oh dear...it's boredom isn't it?

A touching story.

2010-11-07T23:30:00.001+02:00

Once upon a time, a very long time,

There was a handsome young man, seeking a woman to wife.

One day, this young man met a very beautiful young woman, and he fell in love with her. He asked her to marry him, and she said yes, and made him the happiest man alive.

The young man was next to penniless, but he had a lot going for him in terms of intelligence and hard work.

Naturally their wedding was less than prestigious, but there was a preacher, there were rings and there was food.

The couple rented a little one-bedroom apartment in the slums of their town, because that was all they could afford. They were Christians, so they prayed every day.

One year down the lane, there was no baby. They were confused. They prayed harder, they thought there was something they were doing wrong.

Two years, there was still no sign of a baby. The couple was even more confused. They went for church revivals, they fasted, they prayed, yet there was no baby.

Three years, four years, five; no baby…

The woman went for a surgery to remove a supposed fibroid.

People began to talk. Her friends said that she had destroyed her womb by having many abortions; some said that she had used her children for money in the spiritual world. They talked and talked, depressing the couple more. But the young woman knew she was a virgin when she got married, and she trusted her husband.

Six years, still no baby…

The young woman went for another surgery to remove yet another supposed fibroid.

The young man's friends came along. They told him he was getting old, and to take another wife who wasn’t barren. He refused. He told them he had married his wife for better or worse. He trusted her, and he was a Christian.

They said he was a fool. They said she had poisoned his heart. They called her a witch. The young man was furious. He told his friends never to speak about his wife that way again. They threw back their heads and laughed at him, and he walked them out of his house. They didn't go quietly. They hurled insults on their way out. They told him he would come begging, and they would refuse.

Seven years, the same story.

The families came along. They brought concoctions and lit candles, and tried to make the couple drink the rubbish. They refused. They begged their parents to leave them alone. Of course they refused. They continued to bring other stuff each week. But the young man's mother was very good to her daughter-in-law. She encouraged her every day, and prayed with her.

Eight years…nine years…no baby.

The now not-so-young couple cried unto the Lord for the umpteenth time, with faith burning in their hearts and tears burning in their eyes.

In the tenth year of their marriage, the woman went to the market to shop for foodstuff. An old market-woman told her to take everything easy so as not to stress her baby. The not-so-young woman looked at her in a weird manner, shook her head and gently told the woman that she wasn’t pregnant.

The old woman only smiled back and went on her way.

A month later, the woman looked at her un-used pack of Always. She frowned. She had never missed a period since she started menstruating at fourteen. She remembered the old woman’s words and quickly went to the hospital.

Good news!! The doctor came back with a thousand-watt smile and hugged the not-so-young woman. He told her she was two months pregnant, and watched the tears quietly flow from her eyes. He knew what the couple had gone through so he was very happy for them. He told her their baby was due in mid July.

The woman ran home and told her husband. His joy knew no bounds. They worshipped the Lord.

In mid July, the baby decided to come. God gave the couple a bouncing baby boy who looked just like his uncle, the not-so-young woman’s brother. The christening ceremony was prestigious. The couple spent most of their savings on this long awaited child. At the end of the christening ceremony, the bouncing baby boy had twenty names.

At around bouncing-baby-boy’s first birthday, the woman discovered she was pregnant again. This time the baby was due in February. February came but there was no baby. In late March, the doctor induced the pregnancy and out came a bouncing baby girl! beautiful with her mama’s eyes. The steadily-growing-couple was overjoyed. They planned on having two more kids.

In January the next year, before the bouncing baby girl’s first birthday, the woman got pregnant again. This time, the baby was due in late October. The family was a very happy one. On the baby’s due date, the baby refused to come. The woman was in labor. They said they would have to do a Caesarean on her. She didn’t want. She said her Bible said she would deliver like the Hebrew women. She refused. The labor continued for three full days. The woman was delirious with pain. Yet she refused a CS. Around midnight, on the eve of the not-so-young man’s birthday, a bouncing baby girl was born to the couple.

She didn’t cry.

She didn’t die.

They thought she was dead, or would be in a few hours. But she stayed. And became the most intelligent child in the family. They tried for one more baby, but they didn’t succeed. They were still very happy, and they taught their three children the way of the Lord of Hosts. They taught them to love the Lord. They taught them everything they knew how.

And now, the quite-old man, and the…almost-quite-old woman, and their three almost-grown but rather rambunctious kids are living happily, and will live happily ever after :)

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Hey guys! Sorry i have been MIA lately...i'm not even fully back yet...been crazy busy these past months...Thanks for all the mails i got asking me what was going on! i love you guys, and i'll be back soon i promise. Thankssss darlings :*

My Gutter Experience

2010-09-17T20:12:00.000+03:00

Have you ever fallen into a gutter?

Think: Green, moss-covered, algae-covered, gooey gutter with saliva and mucus and every other unthinkable thing.

Think : Naija gutter. Rainy season.

Have you ever??

If no, then pray it never happens.

If yes, then accept my deepest condolences, for only we the victims know what it's like.

There's no way to describe it, you have to feel it for yourself.

You will never forget the feeling. This thing happened to me about three, four weeks ago, and it's still fresh in my mind.

It was my last day at home, and I wanted to see the whole neighbourhood. So my sister and I took a walk into town.

You know those rubber shoes they wear in Naija these days? Those soft, soundless, comfy ones? Yeah, my sister had a pair. I loved them, and decided to buy mine, and some Suya while i was at it. I saw this woman across the gutter, and she was selling some rubber things, so I thought she would have. I was so intent on getting across to her, I didn't look at the plank that stretched across the gutter.

SNAP

Like film trick, I was lying amid all the gooey stuff. Yes.

It was like a dream. My sister yelled for me, but as a butter babe, she couldn't get me out of there.

Nigerians are so nice, so so nice.

In one minute I was in the gutter, and in less than that, I was out. People were all around me, saying sorry, everything. My sister got me some water and cleaned me up...and me...I was still in a trance. I couldn't believe it.

But no one laughed.

Over here, if the snow is slippery and you land on your butt, no one will help you up...or they probably will...after they have doubled over with laughter, and pointed fingers at you, and wiped the tears from their eyes.

Yes, i know it's all jokes, but back home, I was so surprised that no one laughed. I love Nigerians.

Needless to say, I scrubbed the hell out of my body, in fact I'm almost sure I saw bruises. I didn't break any bones, and I still bought my Suya lol.

And so, that was/is my Gutter Experience :(:

Y'all have a great weekend.

Dear God.

2010-08-30T10:40:00.001+03:00

Hey God, it's me again.

Yes, you are allowed to rub your eyes, you're probably tired of me already. Hey, if it's any consolation, I am tired of me too.

I just realised that i probably shouldn't have given you permission, because you don't need any permission from a mere mortal like me, you're God,you can do anything you ~~damn~~ -oops, no swearing- please.

But I digress. The points dear God, yes there are two points...Hey you probably even already know, didn't the Bible say 'Thou knowest my thoughts from afar off?'. Yeah you do, but I'm still gonna say them anyway.

Dear God, Firstly, i really really really want to say thank you. For everything you have done. Right from the very beginning. This year has really been...well, you just did everything in your own miraculous way. Sometimes, when i prayed, i thought I was too small to be seen by you, I thought you weren't listening because I was a bundle of sin, for a while, i even thought, yes i will admit it, i even thought you didn't exist. But you kept showing me that you were around, that you would never leave me. I want to say thanks for all the Financial support, i know we really don't deserve it, after all, i even expected to study in Nigeria, and now my sister is in University too, so the fees are like, wow. But you always provide. I know we're not rich, Lord, but we are not poor either. I thank you for that. I thank you for Moral support, spiritual support. I thank you for keeping my Family for me, I really really appreciate that.

Secondly God, as you already knew even right before i was born, the new semester starts on Wednesday.. So today, I ask (I know i'm always asking, it's just that I need you so much) that you grant my friends and I wisdom that will rival Solomon's, Knowledge and Understanding. I ask that you help us this semester Lord, because we cannot do it alone. (Lord you know my real friends, even if I do not, and this prayer does not include those that wish me harm. Thank you).

To the more personal prayers. Lord, you know me and my big mouth. You know us, we're always together. Lord, you know I don't like to take rubbish, you know how some people can disrespect me because I'm younger than their youngest sisters or something similarly stupid, and you know I just can't let it go like that, i don't like arifin. But this semester Lord, I want you to teach me to shut my mouth sometimes, not really all the time, because *chuckles*, we don't want them to mistake meek for stupid, now do we? This is my third year Lord, and i want to insult people less, however much they deserve it.

Also, i know my eyes are very expressive, so that even when I don't actually say it, people know i'm thinking it. Would you be so kind as to help me with that too? Yeah thanks.

Now about sin. I really want to try my possible best to avoid sin, even though i know that is next to impossible. Just help me Lord, that's all I ask.

I guess that's all for now Lord.

Oh wait, can i trouble you a little more? Lord, you know Bold 3/Tour 2 has arrived, yes? And i want it. Would you touch my uncle's heart, so he can send me some money for it? Thanks. But if it ain't your will Lord, don't let it be.

Thank you for listening. You can get back to me anytime you want, I'll wait.

P.S. Lord help my anger over my return to school fade away quickly, so i can amuse my awesome readers with My Gutter Experience. Thank you in Jesus' Name.

Yours-in-requests,
The Busy Brains.

Un-Real Post

2010-08-23T23:42:00.002+03:00

Hello!!

I'm back from my trip home!

This is not a real post, just an update,

because i got a few e-mails from readers asking for an update, yay!! i had no idea many people even liked my blog :D
plus i got five new followers in my absence!

Thanks a lot guys!

And yeah, i enjoyed my summer, all things considered :)

So, i'll be updating more frequently these days.

Hope everyone is doing fine.

Later dears X

...update.

2010-07-09T17:28:00.001+03:00

Hey guys!

So this is CerebrallyBusy reporting, live and direct, from Lagos, Nigeria, the centre of Excellence.

Yeah i finally took my trip!

The fam is fine, thanks for asking (even though you didn't).

The sister is sooooo grown, gosh...as if i'd been gone forever.

Anyway Nigeria is still pretty much as i left it.

I kissed the floor when i got home lol, i was so glad to be back.

It was too bad about my grams though.

My mother has been fussing about how exceptionally thin I am, and i let her, because it feels good.

You can probably tell that this is a hurried post right? yeah i thought so.

The only thing i kind of hate,is the traffic. Terrible. Tragic, tragic *insert mr. omar's voice*

I said kind of, because traffic gives my mom a reason to buy stuff for me from the hawkers, lol.

Anyway i really have to go now. It's not just me anymore, i have to share with the sis :D

Yours-in-holiday
TheBusyBrains.

forgive any typos.

Angry.

2010-07-01T12:47:00.004+03:00

I am angry

And irritated

And angry

Very angry

I think my anger is covering up my fear

And my sadness,

I haven’t cried yet.

I haven’t, but I really need to

I want to cry

Without people leaning over me and saying sorry,

I just want to cry.

Life and Death.

2010-06-30T12:12:00.000+03:00

''When (where?) there is life, there is Hope''

Once upon a time I used to believe that. But then I grew up, and my cerebrum started to get busy, and i thought, does life REALLY mean hope??

Let's face it.

Life is not always the answer; sometimes, death is.

I see people really trying to save the lives of people who are far gone, and I shake my head. I wonder, do they really consider the feelings of the people in question? Do they know if those people really want to live like that, or not?

my opinion : No.

I don't know as I'm properly explaining the way I feel so that you guys would understand, but I really hope you do. Sometimes words just aren't enough.

I feel people mostly try to save lives because they don't want to have to deal with the grief of losing someone...whom they have already lost, by the way.

I mean, would you really say to a blind, deaf and dumb person, that 'where there is life, there is hope?'...anyway not like they can hear you or anything...HOW does a deaf, blind and dumb person survive?? really? They can't hear, you can't write on a paper and say'read it', they can't talk, HOW?

Or maybe someone who has become a vegetable. He can't think for himself, hell he can't even get up and pee by himself. what kind of life is that? would you really say to him 'where there is life, there is hope?'

Or yeah, a baby who has anencephaly , i mean really HOW would that baby survive? Don't you guys get me? NO FRONTAL LOBE!!

Did you hear of the Boy in the Bubble?? No immune system at all. If he inhaled dust, problem; if a mosquito bit him, problem, HOW would he survive? There's no freaking way, maybe in year two thousand and one million. Maybe.

There are a billion other examples.

That's why I support Euthanasia. That's why.

Because Life doesn't always mean Hope. Life isn't always the answer.

We should really stop looking at death as the enemy. Sometimes, he can be the friend, come to take our loved ones to a better place.

I am a Christian, and yes, i believe in Life after death. I believe in Jesus Christ, I believe in Heaven and Hell, I believe in the whole Christianity deal.

And I have lost a very dear person to me, so I know that it doesn't matter how young or old the person who dies is, as long as there's Love, you will hurt and grieve terribly.

But I am a Christian. And I ~~know~~ Hope they're going to a better place. That really has to be a ~~great~~ little consolation.

I know how it hurts to lose someone. But sometimes, Holding on, hurts a lot more.

That's my own two cents.

Or maybe he quote means something else that I don't understand. Maybe I'm taking it too literally.

What do you guys think? Is life always the answer? Does life always mean hope?

I will Never Forgive Him.

2010-06-25T23:48:00.000+03:00

Hello my good people of blogville, how are y'all doing?

I'm supposed to be watching the Spain-Chile match, but it's so boring...just like the Portugal-Brazil one. Boring.

BORING.

Anyway boring don't matter as long as you get the points, yes?

Anyhow anyhow, something has had me worried for a few days now...I'm gonna tell you all about it, and then you're gonna give your opinions, how's that?

So you know how, when you're browsing; one thing you're reading leads to the next, and to the next like that like that?

Yeah so somehow, I stumbled upon John Fashanu's wikipedia page.

Let me first say this.

The guy annoys me. I don't know why, He just does. I remember back in Nigeria when I used to watch that his show 'Deal Or No Deal Nigeria' on Africa Magic. He used to annoy me.

Anyway so I again moved on and stumbled upon his brother's name. Justin Fashanu. Handsome young man.

The guy committed suicide.

He was the ~~first~~ only footballer to ever come out as gay. Like really. As of 2010

He was accused of sexually molesting a seventeen year old boy, and so he committed suicide.

I dont think he committed suicide because of that incident. I think a number of things must have led up to it.

First of all, what shocked me the most was that the guy came out at all.

I mean, it was 1990, and homosexuality was a very very big deal then.

Another thing that really shocked me was the fact that his idiot brother, John, publicly disowned him.

Like he actually disowned him publicly.

This is someone who moved around a lot with him when they were kids, because their parents split up. And y'all know how close that thing can make siblings. They only had each other.

And yet, when a little trouble came by, he was the first to disown his brother. How marvellous.

He was the first to say 'He is not my brother'.
He joined the world against his own flesh, his own blood.

I'm not saying homosexuality is right. Because I know it ain't. My Bible tells me so.

BUT.

Whatever the hell it was, whatever!

Now of course, if the guy's own family was against him, tell me, what should he have expected from the world?

His career suffered drastically, his social life, his relationship with his family, everything.

I don't blame him for committing suicide though, for what would he have done?

I cannot imagine what my sister would do that would make me disown her, or my brother.

No seriously what could she do?

sleep with my husband?
kill my father? my child?

what???

Because I don't get it. what on earth would make me disown my own blood? My own flesh? I really don't get it, and I'd very much like to know.

What could your siblings do, that would make you disown them??

I miss my Daddy.

2010-06-20T20:00:00.003+03:00

*So,
this post was a draft...it has been a draft for a while now...i was waiting for the perfect time( lie! i was just too lazy to finish it up). I didnt even know it was Fathers' Day today ^_^...but since I'm here...I guess now's as good a time as any.

I miss my Daddy
I miss those days when i would sit on his feet, and he'd swing me up and down and I'd be screaming in joy.
I miss the stories he used to tell my siblings and I...you know, about how the tortoise became bald now...all those olden days stories
I miss when we'd just all of us gather round, and gist, and he'd be there cracking dryly funny jokes. I miss when we'd sit out on the porch, and my dad would tell stories and punctuate them with rather smelly farts, an he'd say 'Don't worry, we're outside, it won't really smell'' lol

what I don't however miss, is watching a ~~Nigerian~~ movie with my dad. Shett, if we ever meet in this life, and you ever visit me...or just come across my dada, and he says 'let's watch a movie''...let me give you a little advise.
Run.
Run Fast.
'Nuff said.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

#sigh
i miss my dad.
I miss my dad.
I miss him truly.

I remember the first time i saw him kiss my mom. I was like 'Ewwwww Daddy IYANMAAAA!''.
He laughed at first, and said 'Wait till you get your own husband'. I was fascinated. I asked him all sorts of questions.
'daddy why did you do that?'
'daddy is it sweet?'
'daddy did mommy like it?'
'daddy you swallowed her spittt''
'daddy iyanma...''
and so on.
I think I grossed the poor man out. He never kissed her in front of me again...ok not until i was about 14.

Sooo i totally talk too much.
I was just going to pop in, say Happy Fathers' Day to my dadda( on my blog, which he doesn't know about), and pop out again. Guess I just got carried away. I liked it though. Made me think about the past.

But somewhere along the line, my Dad and I stopped being so close...I think it was somewhere between puberty and late office hours.

We kind of got a little closer again on our trip to Abuja in 2008...

Ah but that's me and my Dad. On today, off tomorrow. Hopefully when I get back home this summer, we'll get a little closer.

#deardad i miss you. you dont know it, i might never tell you, but i do.

He is not the world's greatest dad.
But he is a great one.

My Finals were fine, thanks for asking.
It rained today. hmmph. annoying, i tell ya.
Well. That is all, I guess.

Yours-in-Fathers'dayness.
The busy brains :D

P.s: i didn't proof-read, so please bear with any ~~'gbagauns'~~ ~~shells~~ wrong use of language you might encounter.

Angry Unheard Kid.

2010-06-18T21:26:00.002+03:00

Ok so i have heard enough!

and i have decided that Enough is Enough and I am going to talk.

When will Nigerians accept the fact that they were not the better team, and get on with it??

Ok this is about yesterday's football match, in case you're wondering.

I have been trying to talk since, but people don't want to listen to me...this is the only place where I can be heard.

So here are my views.

Kaita did not cause us to lose that damn match.

Yes i said it. Sue me.

We did not lose that match because of Kaita.

Please before he went crazy, what exactly did he DO on that field?

So he kicked someone and got a red. So bladdy what?

Would he have scored anyway??
Wait let me answer that.
No.

Would he maybe have prevented a goal??

Well he wasn't a defender soooo I'd have to make a safe guess and say No.

What he did was wrong, but it didn't cost us that match. We lost because they were the better team.

Now I do not claim to be a football expert, many a time I have been accused of being a mere football watcher and not an analyser(don't ask)...but i believe I have common sense.

At the time the first half was ending, those people had about 16 shots on target, against our six. They scored one...Enyeama is amazing, bless him!

Please oh, don't attack me, but shouldn't that have clued that our Lager-whatsit coach, to the fact that that they were the better team, and shouldn't he have increased the defence?

Me i don't even like that 4-4-2 arrangement anyway, but when Taye was taken off the field, why wasn't he replaced???

why was there only ONE defender, ONE! against such an amazing team? They oppressed us big time. And as far as I'm concerned Osazie didn't play in that match. Hmmph.

In fact that match was just all-round terrible.

And please how did that nigga with the long ass name miss that goal? (i think his name was Obasi)

and look at what our captain Yobo said

Supersport:Yobo,do you still have a chance of qualifying to de next stage? Yobo: ''NO, NO way,as u can see we played a very inexperienced game today...der r lots of inexperienced guys in our team who cudnt play well so we lost...theres no way for us now...we'r out...2 defeats,thers no way for us to bounce back n make it.We r OUT''

I was like Nigga whaaa?? I hear he was referring to Haruna in the inexperienced part. That guy has twice as much talent as he does. And he is an idiot for saying that.

Honestly why do I even bother? why am i believing in a team that doesnt even believe in itself? I should just give up and support Brazil or Argentina(yeeahhh that's not gonna happen). The way I see it, im stuck with Nigeria.

Hmmph. Please whatever.

I will just sit here and entertain myself with these pictures of Kaita crying. Well maybe not exactly crying but yeah...

On a lighter note, I hear West Ham is interested in Enyeama...for about 4 million pounds...

I also hear Man utd is too.

Oh well. He's too good to stay unnoticed. He is awesome. Yes. He single handedly saved Nigeria from a terrible defeat, because i think with a different keeper they would have beaten us 10-1.

alright this is just a football post. ugh.

i might delete it later.

whatever. ugh.

Yours-in-football
The Busy Brains

P.S: i now delcare summer officially open :D lol

When?

2010-06-12T09:29:00.000+03:00

You keep hurting me,

Yet, I keep coming back for more.

What power do you have over me?

What’s that hold I can’t seem to break loose?

When will this stop?

When will I?

when I come to my senses?

When you eventually hurt me beyond repair?

When this jinx you have put on me wears out?

When you break me into so many tiny pieces,

That nothing in this world can mend me again?

When?

The New Accountant.

2010-06-10T22:53:00.001+03:00

Hey guys!

How's it going??

Shout out to the new followers!! Welcome to my boring blog :)

So. While you guys are chilling, basking in the ~~warmth~~ hotness of this blazing sun, eating ice-cream and buying out the malls, I am studying like crazy for my finals. I even stopped tweeting LOL.

But my workload is terrible sha. Like really.

Oh I have good news!!!! Yes listen up, listen up!!

My big brother graduated on Sunday!!!

Yeah, he's now an accountant!!!

I was so excited, I told almost the whole dorm :)

I can't stay here long, i have to hit the books again in a few.

You guys should put me in your prayers, ok? yeah thanks.

yours-in-books,
The-busy-brains.

p.s: one, i think i will change this template, it doesn't show me the dates of my posts. History is important, wouldn't you say? Two, i think i shall have to put back that word-verification thingy. Sorry, but some people have been spamming the hell out of my blog, talking 'bout betting on horses and whatsit. Who gives a flying rat's ass?? Not me.

Oh and one more very important thing!

Summer will not begin until I say so!!

OkBye.

I don't appreciate...

2010-06-02T20:57:00.001+03:00

Hey guys :)

How is everyone doing??

Me, not so great...you know how end of sem stress can be now...

So we be chillin' for the scary finals to come and go.

Oh, right, Happy New Month!

We're almost halfway through the year already, time does fly.

It's still raining though. I wonder what the clouds are doing in the sky at this time of the year, kmt.

Nothing much is going on in my life. Same ol' same ol'.. I don't even know why I'm blogging...

There's this #Idontappreciate TT going on on twitter...so imma go on ahead and list a few of the things I don't appreciate.

I don't appreciate girls calling me 'bitch'...like 'yeah, that's my bitch right there'...or even binsh..errm, No....i dont care if it's supposed to be affectionate...whatever happened to 'dear' 'darling' or all those other endearments?
I don't appreciate 'Yo Momma' jokes directed at me. Don't you dare insult my momma, no sir.
I don't appreciate guys telling me I'm playing hard to get. Err...no. I just don't like you.
I don't appreciate people telling me 'Why you listen to that shit girl'. It is my iPod, the ears are mine, i will listen to whatever kind of music i like, thank you very much.
I don't appreciate how, when I'm watching a movie, someone be leaning over my head and telling me what's gonna happen next. I especially don't appreciate it when the person is like, ''OOOOOh, you won't believe what will happen next, you just won't believe it, watch watch!!!''; and the scene comes, and it is so ordinary! Gosh, makes me feel violent.
I don't appreciate people tweaking my cheeks. I'm not a baby, dammit.
I don't appreciate poke-nosers. Take a sip of urine and mind your own goddamn business.

I did say 'a few', so i gotta stop.

In other news, what the hell is that I read about Al Gore and Tipper(lol do you guys know what they call Tipper in Naija?) breaking up after 40 years of marriage? That's just total BS mehn. Total and complete. After 40 years??!! what were you doing for all those 40 years? Shit.

Theo Walcott isn't going to the world cup :( that BBC article was just insulting mehn, even though it was true.

Hey, so I changed my blog layout....i was due for a change anyway...it was so hard to choose...so i downloaded about 10 layouts, and will be inter-changing them, every, like 4 months or so...:)

I have a little problem though...there's a part where the layout is supposed to show the date...but it shows 'undefined'...any idea how i can rectify this?? A little help would be appreciated, thanks :)

So what don't you appreciate? Tell me :)

P.S: i need a new follower, sharp-ish! I hate almost-figures, they scare me... i might have OCD :/

Racism...or not?

2010-05-28T00:07:00.003+03:00

I'm here to talk about racism.

I don't know how I'm feeling right now...

A few hours ago, I was pissed as hell...

Now...not so sure...sad??

So yesterday, just before I slept, i wanted to check out my facebook for a message that a wonderful blogger sent to me...and i came across a video another person posted...

It was about a Nigerian that got shot dead in Poland.

My first thought was 'Again??' cos this ain't the first time, you know?

and i was like, na wa o...

but then I read the article...or i glanced through it...

and then i realised that the police raided the black market there and the guy started running.

In my opinion, why did he run?? he dey sell weed? I don't know the full details, but the fact is still that the man ran from the police...

I'm not justifying the fact that the police shot him, or anything...after all he was unarmed, and there were about ten police men, if not more...just a little chase, and they would have caught him...he was even sort of old too...

I'm just saying, he shouldn't have run if he wasn't guilty.

There, i was done. I really was going to go to bed at that point...but something caught my eye yet again...

In the polish newspaper, guess what the stupid police used to justify their actions??

The Jos killings.

The idiots actually pasted that BBC link about the Jos riot (did y'all read that one?) and they had the guts to say that that they it was OK for them to kill ONE Nigerian, since even in Nigeria, our riots kill many.

What the hell kind of stupid ass statement is that?? A whole, independent country has the right to release such an illiterate statement?? That killing one Nigerian isn't bad?? That they were not bad people, they hadn't done anything wrong,it was OK because more people have been killed in Nigeria??

An independent nation??

*deep breath, 1000, 999,998, 997...* Hell, I'm getting pissed again.

I'm still trying hard to believe I read that...as in

ah, ahn, aa bad now, she bi enikan l'a pa?? eyin ti eti pa 100 nko?? (ah ahn, we're not bad now, is it not just one person we killed? y'all that have killed over 100 nko?)

I know we're not the best nation, I know the Jos riot is hideous and...oh i don't know,please give me a word?

But for a developed nation to release that kind of statement is beyond my comprehension,and i comprehend a lot, believe you me.

Anyway that wan't really my point...I lose my point more frequently than any person I know...

Racism is a big issue...especially among Blacks...yes i said it. We worry more about racism than whites.

Why does everything that doesn't favour us blacks, have to be racism?

If a black player is given a red by the coach,or an offside goal gets cancelled, it is racism,

If a black woman gets hit by a bus(driven by a white man), because she didn't look well before she crossed the road, it is racism.

If a black person gets kicked out of a show(say X factor), it is because the judges don't like the colour of his skin...na what? Na be racism.

Honestly,the hell??

If the bus driver had been black, oh no problem,it was an accident.

If the black person had won; oh blacks are talented, it's no wonder.

I don't disagree, there's still racism in the world, and hey, it ain't never gon' go away...

But sometimes, we blacks really (emphasis on the 'really') need to remove the sticks from our Nyashes, take a sip of urine and let this matter go.

That's my own two-cents, you can take it or leave it.

Yours-in-perplexedness(does that word even exist?),

The busy brains.

Half-rant.

2010-05-21T16:13:00.003+03:00

Don't you just hate pretenders??

Don't you just wanna bash their faces in and scream at them until they shut the hell up??

Why pretend?? I mean, why bother??

Life is too short for me to be anything but myself.

And if that aint enough for you, then that's your goddamn problem, but don't you be standing there like some holier than thou fool who is better than everybody.

If there's one thing I like myself for, it's that I don't hide stuff. If you vex me, I will tell you. If you ask my opinion of something, I will tell you.

Why do people ask for stuff, and when you tell them the truth, they get mad?

Like, someone records a crappy ass song (everyone is a singer these days), and the person wants my opinion, and I say ''Sorry love, but that was rubbish''.

Wo, me I go tell you straight. If you like, be Obama's uncle's aunt's daughter. Na you know.

And the person stops talking to me.

If you don't want criticisms, then why are you asking?? At least I wasn't the one who opened my mouth and just said it, you ASKED. So why not just remove the stick from your nyash and get over it?

But nooo, the beef remains there for life.

Why is saying the truth considered rude??

Why don't people like to be criticised?

Why do people pretend??

You can pretend if you like. That's fine. But don't be acting like one goody-goody pesin.

Why is there wickedness in the world?

Why why why

I'm full of questions today; it's whatever, really.

Sometimes i just want to know.

Le sigh.

On a completely different note........

BET awards!

P. square and MI got nominated for best international act, yayy!

I think they deserve it, big time, especially P. square.

Like, they worked extra hard for this, sooo yeah.

MI is talented. But he lacks videos....which makes me wonder, if he got nominated for BET without videos.....imagine if he had videos.

Hmmn, Grammy babyyyyy.

On yet another different note, Mama goes six feet under tomorrow...was supposed to be 19th...dunno what happened...point is, tomorrow is the final good-bye.

And guess where I'll be??

In class, that's where.

studying Shigellosis and whatsit.

Bladdy 'Ell.

When I should be holding my sister's hand and pouring sand on her grave, with my head on my brother's shoulder, my right foot on my my mom's laps, and my left foot on my dad's.

Ok, weird position, i know lol.

But it's ok. I think. I hope.

Ok. Off to study the blasted shigellosis. Yes.

I hope I even got my point across. I'm too tired to proofread, so please, no ''Gbagaun's'' abeg.

Yours-in-questions,

The busy brains.

Memories of Mama

2010-04-21T17:33:00.001+03:00

#Longpostalert

Tuesday 20th April 2010...6:30pm

That’s my phone ringing. I pause my movie and grope around for the phone. I pick it up without looking at the caller ID.

‘’…Temi, mama is dead’’

My annoyance at having my movie interrupted dissipates. I am suddenly plagued with so many emotions; I cannot differentiate one from the other.

My sister keeps talking but I don’t hear what she says. That simple phrase keeps repeating itself in my mind. First I’m confused as hell, then my mind slowly grasps the news, then I’m sad that mama, my mama has died. Then I’m happy that she has left all the suffering of this world behind, then I’m mad that she didn’t wait for me to arrive home, to at least say goodbye.

Then my heart breaks, I actually hear the snap. My heart weeps…

‘’she died this morning…’’ she continues

I take in a ragged breath and release it almost immediately.

‘’Temi please don’t cry…you know she lived a good life’’ she says earnestly.

I just hold the phone to my ear and I’m not sure what to do with my other hand, so I put it in my blue jean pocket.

The phone keeps passing between her and my mother…I know I’m supposed to be consoling my mother, but I couldn’t get the words out.

Somehow ‘’I’m sorry’’ seems like such a lame thing to say in these times.

The credit finishes…or my mom hangs up…I’m not sure, but I hear the dial tone in my ears.

I drop the phone and think about my mama…in my mind’s eye, the clock slowly goes back….

I’m five again. Mom said to have garri for lunch, with sugar and groundnuts. Mama puts very little sugar in our garri, cos she doesn’t want us to have ‘jedi-jedi’ Then she puts the sugar on the topmost shelf, so that even with the chair, we can’t reach it. Fast forward a few years, I’m what, ten? She can’t do this anymore, cos we’re now the same height. So she wraps it under her wrapper and puts it under her pillow J

Fast forward again a few years…I’m 13…the neighbor’s son is eyeing me. Mama gives me the sex talk. I don’t get half of it…but she keeps ringing it in my head…the mortification lol.

Anyway at this point, tears start to roll down my cheeks…my friends think I’m silly for crying…(she was over 100)…but I’m not mourning or anything…the tears just keep coming…I think I’m crying cos I’m gonna really miss her…not because she died.

Things started going downhill around 2008…she had a mild stroke. She really thought she was gonna die then…I guess God had something else in mind huh??

It really hurt me to see her like that…she was a really strong woman…she used to wash all the clothes in that my big house…whether they were dirty or not…and then suddenly after the stroke, she couldn’t even go to the bathroom before peeing all over.

It was sad.

I’m glad she died.

Because at least she’s in a better place now. She’s resting. She isn’t sick anymore.

That’s what consoles me.

Mama…rest in the bosom of the Lord. We will surely meet again at the feet of Jesus. Until then…

p.s: I still can’t believe she’s dead, you know? I always thought she would outlive us all…ok not exactly…but I thought she would at least live to see her great-great grandkids by me L

The Miracle

2010-04-01T00:24:00.003+03:00

Hey guys!

So, this blog is so dirty i don't know where to start cleaning from.....i just lost my blogging spirit, you know??

My life must currently be so boring...cos i dont even have nothing to blog about.

School's killing me. Like, no exaggeration this time. I can't breathe. I'm up to my neck in chemicals and cadavers. ugh.

So last Thursday i was 18. It's been a week in the adult business...the only difference i noticed was the two extra pimples i got...tragic, tragic.

Yes yes so maybe i have a little gist hehe...ok so on my birthday, I had a class in the hospital...I didnt really expect it to amount to much you know?? but i was like, 'Hmm God, you must give me an additional birthday gift o' (the first one was that call i got from home...My mom got promoted...she's now an Associate professor :) in case you're wondering...that's just one step away from being a full professor :D...what was that? am i happy?? damn right i am! ecstatic, even :D)

So i left for class...it didn't start out great, considering the fact that i had to wear scrubs twice my size, and the top had no button at all! plus i got to class a little late, and i didnt even pack my lunch...you could say i wasn't prepared at all.

I will spare you the gory details of that boring class...the fact was...

wait for it...

SURGERY!!...

I got to scrub in!

well not exactly scrub in, in that sense...but hey I got into the OR and watched a Caesarean Section! Gosh, it was AWESOME! I swear awesome is such an understatement...it was...fulfilling...for the first time, i didnt doubt my decision to study med...like it was awesome...so terrifying...i mean, look how the surgeons knew just what muscles and fascia to cut, and the ones to leave, look how they efficiently stopped the bleeding, look how they fought to bring out that tiny little head...i mean they FOUGHT! I thought for a second the baby was gonna come out with a mashed head lol...

But when she came out, Gosh...i felt dizzy. like i thought i was gonna faint. i kept saying 'Oh my God' over and over again, i thought they were gonna bounce me from the OR.

It was a miracle.

Gosh, it was an AWESOME MIRACLE!

It was the best birthday gift ever. You know, to watch the beginning of a new life. It actually took me a while b4 i remembered it was still my birthday and the little girl was my birthday mate. i was light-headed mehn.

Well...after that i went out with a couple o' friends...this Egyptian restaurant with terrible, over-priced food hehe...ok maybe it wasnt that terrible...but i ate so much i almost couldnt get up hehe...

so my birthdays just keep getting better and better...but i wonder...what could top this year's??

Well...that's for God to know and for me to find out, yes??

Oh wait....did y'all hear that Goodluck Jonathan and Turai Yar'adua are having an affair??

APRIL FOOL!!!

lol.......GOTCHA heheheeee

#BYE

goodbye to 17

2010-03-24T23:22:00.000+02:00

When I see tomorrow

I will never see 17 again

When tomorrow comes

17 will leave me

In exactly 1 hour

Tomorrow will come

And 17 will go.

Forever.

Mixed emotions…

They plague me right now.

Happiness

For a new year

Gratefulness

For life.

Fear

Of responsibility.

I’ve always been an adult,

But right now??

It’s official.

Merry birthday to me.

it's missing

2010-02-21T20:37:00.002+02:00

where is my blogging spirit??

anyone seen it around??

i cant find it anywhere.

sunday february the fourteenth.

2010-02-14T23:10:00.004+02:00

My day started with a text from my best friend.

''May the one you think of, think of you today''.

A very simple but great message.

i loved it.

too bad it didn't happen to me.

oh i got gifts and invitations to dinner and all...

but not from the one my heart longs for :)(

{ note: this sign '':)(''...means i'm not really sure whether to smile or frown}

oh well, my mother always says

''you cannot always get what you want''

smart woman, that one. she even forgot it was val's day today, Bless her soul :)

Please don't beef valentine's day! please please please.

just leave it for those of us who love it. i love its 'overrated-ness'. Thank you.

but not even a text?? HMMPH!

note to self:

T, stop missing what is not missing you! OkThanksBye.

so i hope y'all had a great day?? i had fun though...like i really had fun...but there was still a little wistfulness in my eyes that only my best friend could see.

so tell me...what did y'all do??

p.s: don't you just love that picture?

i have never...

2010-02-06T14:53:00.003+02:00

HI!

isn't this baby really cute?? i want cute babies!

so i realized today that i haven't done many things...like a lot of things most people who have lived as long as i have, have done

and here i am, listing a few...

i have never:

eaten bologna

gone bungee jumping

raised my voice at my father

been girly girly

had sex

gone on a real date

had a boyfriend

been a muslim

tried on a bikini

had my own room

had an older sister

weighed more than 44kg

repeated a class

been betrayed

been to silverbird cinemas

(actually i have just never been to the movies lol...yeah i know what you're thinking but hey i have a home theatre and i can buy popcorn and switch off the lights hehe)

been to america or london

loved miley's voice

had to make a reaaaally big decision

worked.

seen avatar or terminator or invictus or any of those new sci-fi movies.

been to the spa.

driven a car.

tried on jeggings.

had my heart broken.

been to the studio

liked the harry potter boy

had my nails done

bought a belt with my money

engaged in fisticuffs with a non-family member

been to a mosque.

gotten a val's day gift.

(loooooool i'm kidding jo, y'all bought that didn't you??)

been to KFC.

smoked a cigarette/shisha

drunk beer(and i never will)

had a BB

been to a (strip) club

gotten a tattoo

gone out with a crop-top...or bum shorts.

gotten other piercings besides the ones my mama gave me.

dyed my hair.

had my nose done.

tried on contacts.

used braces.

filed my toe-nails.

been snowed in.

#deepbreath that's about all i can think of right now lol...i tried didn't i?? i might edit the post later if i remember somn else...or if i'm in the mood...

what haven't you ever done?? tell me :)

yours-in-neverS

TheBusyBrains

what do you do in the toilet??

2010-02-02T16:18:00.001+02:00

And so hello my people, i really really missed you guys. i love my blog, for real.

and gosh i really really really love y'all for your feedback on my last post, thanks a lot :)

today, i want to talk about faeces, otherwise known as poo-poo...or simply as poo by the aje-butters :)

i was thinking today. What if we'd been created without the ability...or should i say the need to poo-poo??

seriously what would it be like??

imma tell y'all the advantages i get:

look at me now, i rarely use the toilet myself...maybe once every 3 days...hey don't tell me the danger of not poopoo-ing jare, i know them all...but if the poopoo is not coming, what do u want me to do?? just sit there and wait for it?? #please

but when i go to the toilet, here's what i do:

I either go with my laptop and watch a movie, or i go with a novel and read...or if i'm feeling very studious, i might even take a textbook and read :)

my mother will never ever understand why i do that though lol...

other times though, i just sit there and daydream lol X_X

and until i finish my dream, i won't stand up o!
so basically, it gives me some alone time.

Now about eating:
if we'd been created without the need to eat...hmmn. hmmmmmn. like for real, hmmn.

where would mcdonald's be?? where would kfc be?? or mr bigg's? or sweet sensation?? or even iya basira sef! ahhh my mother's cooking!

i would soooo miss rice,even though i'm tired of it!

and that purely sinful chocolate cake! ooooooh subway cookies, chocolate chip cookies...gummy bears, okro soup...efo riro,i would miss them all...

#ugh amala! ewww. semovita, double ewww...well let's just say some will be missed more than others lol.

There are really many things we take for granted in this life. Honestly. I think we should all sit and think for 5 minutes about how blessed we are, and then appreciate even the littlest things that come our way.

so what do y'all do in the toilet? like for real i'd like to know *batting lashes adorably* tell me please? please please please :)

yours-in-poopoo thoughts.
The Busy Brains.

p.s: toilet and bathroom are NOT the same. so when you want to pee, quit saying 'i need to go to the bathroom' , the bathroom is where you have your bath, the toilet is where you poo #getitright #kthanksbye

i failed.

2010-01-19T22:56:00.003+02:00

I don't deserve this.

I really don't.

Studied 10 hours each day for 11 days.

Gave up my chat time.

Gave up my twitter time.

Gave up my writing time.

Gave up my movies.

Gave up my shopping time.

Gave up my novel-reading time.

Gave up my visiting time.

All my free time. Gave it up.

Slept at 7 am each day and woke up again at 10.30/11 am.

I prayed.

And yet...

I FAILED.

I do not deserve this at all.

Yours in sad, gushing tears.

The busy brains.

Biafra...

2010-01-13T17:48:00.005+02:00

*I've been thinking about the Biafran war lately...no idea why.I keep thinking about what they must have gone through, how much they all must have suffered, and all for what??

So here I am,40 years on, trying to put myself in their shoes...I'm sure I barely brushed the tip of the iceberg.

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So much sorrow…

Too much of it,

So much sadness,

Unstoppable tears,

Motherless children,

Fatherless ones,

Widows, widowers,

Child-less folks,

Everyone is hurt.

But today,

In the midst of it all,

We smile through our tears,

We sing through our sorrow,

We laugh through the despair

Gripping our hearts,

There’s a ray of hope,

A silver lining,

We hold each other,

Cos love’s all we have left,

The sun shines brighter,

The clouds look cheerier,

The birds sing louder,

The trees dance better,

They sway to the wind.

The world just looks…

More peaceful,

More beautiful,

Our broken hearts

Are beginning to heal,

We are taking a step forward,

As a country, as a family,

All who died during the war,

Will not die in vain,

They died for a better tomorrow.

We will make them proud,

Biafra will live forever.

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*Too bad it didn’t last

he's my mess

2010-01-11T14:58:00.004+02:00

Everyone has a cross to bear,

A separate, personal burden,

Different from the world’s

A mess to clean up,

Look at him;

What a mess…

He smokes, he drinks,

He drools when he speaks,

He’s not that smart,

He doesn’t believe in God,

He’s an ex-convict.

The list is endless;

But he’s very charming,

He loves me,

He listens to me,

Even when I say rubbish.

He treats me right,

And calls me beautiful,

He cooks me dinner

When I have had a long day,

And rubs my back, when it hurts.

So don’t judge me,

I didn’t choose to love him,

It just happened,

And stop acting all superior too,

For who knows what skeletons

You have, hidden?

Just because your smile is pretty,

Doesn’t mean your heart is.

He’s MY burden,

MY cross, MY mess;

And I love him,

So how about you mind your business?

Leave my mess alone,

Clean yours up first.

Edit: This is not about me. i repeat, this is not about me, OkThanksBye

My dream man

2010-01-09T13:59:00.003+02:00

hey my good people if blogville! how are you doing??

first of all i appreciate all the comments on my last post, i ended up not going for the party. Great choice :)

so one night i was on twitter ooo, and i started thinking of my dream man, and then i decided to blog about him hehe.

oya *ahem* make all of you listen oo

first let's start from his arms

he should have well developed biceps brachii and triceps brachii, as in WELL DEVELOPED.

then his pectoralis major muscles must be well developed so that when im sad i can just rest my head on them...of course he has to be taller than i am, cos there's no way im bending to rest my head on someone's pectoralis...but again it is very easy to find a taller man, im only 5'4

then his rectus abdominis! the linea alba should be very deep ;) shows the six-pack very well.

Now his hands...those extensors should be strong, yet soft...and his palmar aponeurosis should be TOUGH. No butter-butter palms for this chic. ehen.

His thighs, strong and capable, with the biceps femoris and quadriceps femoris in good shape so that his steps are sure and calculated :) there's something about a man's confident spring.

His legs...now while i like a healthy gastrocnemius muscle (a.k.a yams), i do think the other muscles of the leg shoukd be bulky too, you know like them peroneus, soleus, tibialis anterior, because there is no way in hell imma date you if you have HEAVY gastrocnemius muscles on chicken legs, nossir.

No special requirements for the feet...they do have to be proportional to the whole body though.

what else?? aha his back! i do love that trapezius muscle...when it is well developed it means the deltoid also gets to be sexayyyy :D

omdaiz omdaizzzzz i totally forgot the cheeks!

my most favourite feature!

i want his zygomaticus major to be shorter than average (that's not an ABNORMALITY it is a VARIATION #getitright) so that when he smiles it pulls on his skin and forms that indentation otherwise known as dimples. #sigh i am a sucker for dimples, cheii.

And now, the most important part!!! my second most favourite. dum dum di dum *drumroll*

the *ahem* GLUTEUS MAXIMUS *cough-cough* Nuff said.

p.s: i did not talk about his penis, that was on purpose X_X i have forgotten the penis muscles for now

pps: his none-physical features : he must love God, it is BY FORCE. ehen. He must love me for me, be kind and caring, SMART, no dullards for this babe, and BO or MO are a no-no, and i aint talking no-no here, im talking NO-NO as in no matter how fine you are, you MUST NOT STINK! #okthanksbye

yours-in-dream:

The busy brains

first post

2010-01-04T17:34:00.003+02:00

Shoulda done this a while ago...i was feeling very very lazy...oh well

Happy New year!...is the year still new?? ya, NO. That is, to me at least. I think after 2nd January, the happy new years should stop. sorry.

My roommate was born on the 1st. *mr. Omar's voice* Tragic, tragic lol, im kidding o...i think the date is unique, like very unique.

But here's the downside.

People forget.

Yes, it is very easy to forget, i mean everyone is in the New Year mood, cooking and eating, visiting, they just forget it's someone's birthday.

So here's my plan.

No babies on the following dates:

June 12, May 29, Jan.1...

Babies can come on any of these dates:

Feb 14, March 25(my birthday), May 27, July 04, oct 1...

MAYBE Dec 25, MAYBE.

Now, i only need two of these dates o...or at most 3, no football team for me thank you.

My husband can like to be fine too. I will blog about my dream man later...next post maybe.

So, my birthday is arriving in 80 days. yes, i am counting down. this age, it haf do, cheii, im tired.

and i am announcing now:

I DO NOT WANT CHOCOLATES. DO NOT BUY ME CHOCOLATES FOR MY BIRTHDAY!

i'm dead serious. You don't have to buy me anything but please no chocolates! unless of course, you're accompanying it with something that is not a card :)

Like really people should get something better to buy than chocolates, it's not like i hate them or anything, but i don't need them as birthday gifts.

i mean there are guitars, there are BBs, there's jewellery, there's a hard drive and other stuff *wide grin* lol

That aside, i've got a question for you guys...would you travel a journey of 22 hours (by train) to another city for a party?? need your feedbacks please.

yours in ex-new year

the busy brains.

p.s. i got my roommate a wrist watch that she loved :) #okthanksbye

Taking stock of 2009

2009-12-29T23:04:00.004+02:00

So yep, i got this from Juiceegal 's blog,(not the picture, the post idea) and i thought it was a very good idea, cos apparently 2009 is fast coming to an end, and i dont know where the hell it went...WHERE DID THE TIME GO??!!!

On friends:

hmmn, 2009...friends...i used to think i had many friends, but a situation that happened early into the year brutally robbed me of those sentiments, so now, i am a girl of very few but very good friends...

My old friends back home...they keep saying i dont keep in touch, how i'm bad and i fashied them...well friendsies, how about YOU keep in touch too??

On faith:

I started this year with a list of resolutions...of which i can only remember very few...no that's a lie, i can only remember one...i didnt really start out the year as a very good christian like that sha, but now, i think i can boldly say that i have grown in the Lord.

On relationships:

yeah...about that. Nada.Zero.Zilch. As in nothing at all. No boyfriends, there were a few toasters ...boring to say the least...dropped them along the way...there is/was this guy i like(d), and im pretty sure he like(d) me too, but he never made a move soo yep.Zilch.

have a feeling friends and relationships should be together...oh well *shrugs*

On addictions:

you know that new year resolution i remembered?? yeah, that's why i remembered it...it's an addiction, its so bad im ashamed to say it out. No one knows except God. Been trying to stop for what??two years now?? its very very very hard fro me to stop. i keep saying i will,but it just never happens. *sigh* well, entering 2010 with a bag full of hope. again. Hopefully i will stop this year.

AHA, twitter i see you. That's another minor addiction...i need to reduce how much i spend on twitter, really.

Academics/school:

Well i havent really read that much this year for a medical student...that is going to change. oh it is so going to change. My school work hasnt suffered sha, but i need to know so much more...plus yayy i'm no longer the youngest in he school, there's a 15 year old in town :)

On pimples:

Cheiiii wetin i do for pimples o?? ok maybe they arent as much as that white chic's but they are there, and i am old enough for them to disappear, so #in2010 they are going far far far away to the land of NeverReturn.

On dimples:

i have developed a weakness for dimples, like no matter how ugly you are, as long as u have dimples, you get a free pass, in fact, as soon as i push my babies out, the first thing i will do is make dimples for them before their skin gets hard.

On swear words:

i have done very well in this department...the most extreme swear word i say is hell...i can actually count how many times i said f**k on the fingers of one hand. isnt that great??

on food:

i have been eating rubbish. simple.its no wonder i actually weigh 44kg. Boiled fried potatoes, really?? boiling potatoes in milk, REALLY??!!! rice and peppersoup, SERIOUSLY??!!!

and chocolate cake! GOODNESS!!!! have u ever felt like you're sinning when you're eating somn extremely delicious?? ehen, i feel like that when i eat chocolate cake...

and candies too, gosh i feel sorry for my teeth!

but really though, i eat like once a day, in fact i have gone a whole 28 hours without any food. i am not watching my weight, in fact what weight is there to watch??

on confidence:

i have become a thousand times more confident than i was at the beginning of this year...i have an amazing voice, i can now take a solo in public instead of in my bedroom or bathroom, hey i even rapped in church once :) plus nobody can insult me about my body now or ever. i know i am beautiful (that's not cockiness, its confidence)

on dressing:

i am still a nun lol..i CANNOT wear anything that exposes even little of my boobs...and the shortest skirt i can wear must not be more that 2 inches above my knee...LOL its not that momc will be angry or i'm one holier-than-thou person or anything, i'm just not comfortable in them is all.

The list could go on and on and on, but i'll stop here...

you guys should really do this, it makes you...soulsearch...makes you feel better...

its new year's eve people, the last day of the old year, a lot of things can happen in 1 day...24 hours...1440 minutes...86400 secs...

spend your time wisely.

Toodles people.

yours in soul-searching

The busy brains.

Myne's autographed book!

2009-12-25T23:29:00.005+02:00

Heeeeeyyyy everyone! How are you, wetin dey happen?? First before i go on...

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

Yes, i had a fabulous day! everyone was saying there was no difference and blah and blah and blah, but i realised It is Christmas in the heart that puts Christmas in the air!

Anyway, the main point of this post is, I'm entering that competition on Myne's blog for an autographed copy of her book, yes I am :)

And one of the criteria is that i make a blog post for the occasion...

*reads the sentence again* OK i dont know why but that statement looks wrong! *shrugs* oh well...

So, yes i really want to win Myne's book :) ...at least let me win something in my life, ah! Never, never ever ever have i won anything tele tele

So what are y'all waiting for?? Go on there and vote for my chapter!

*furrows brows* oo...k.. scratch that...

If you guys liked my chapter best out of all the others, then vote for it...if not...well...

I'll leave it at that lol

So my people, Have a fab rest-of-the-day...and a very Happy Nu year!

Remember, when we say merry xmas, we are actually X-ing out the most important part of the holiday!

Toodles people...

Yours in Hope

The busy brains

EDIT: actually i was supposed to blog about my contribution...so here goes...

my chapter was the one about her sister and nephew, her nephew had a crisis and the doctors said he was going to die...Chinedu helped her get over it;

that's basically it...you could read it again...i mean if you want of course.

have a fab day!

..............please stop crying

2009-12-20T21:48:00.003+02:00

Would u please stop crying??

You're hurting me…

Your pain is painful,

It's tearing my insides out.

It's cutting my bruised heart

Into a million tiny shreds.

You think I don’t hear you at night??

You curl up in your duvet

And you cry yourself to sleep.

Please stop crying,

You're killing me.

You tell me your contacts got dust,

That's why the tears flow

But I know the truth,

You tell me the stains on your pillow

Were made by sweat,

I know the truth,

Please stop crying

I can't stand it anymore.

...I'm not ok

2009-12-20T02:09:00.004+02:00

I am smiling,

But I'm not ok.

My heart is bleeding,

Breaking,

I'm breaking,

Crumbling,

Yet smiling…

In the midst of this chaos

That is my life…

hurting...

terribly hurting

everything hurts like hell;

So, I am smiling,

But I am NOT ok.

TIRED!

2009-12-05T09:45:00.003+02:00

Goodness, i am TIRED! I'm so tired i wish i could just go back to sleep! Actually i wouldn't be awake if i had remembered to turn off that stupid alarm clock. *sigh* Once the alarm wakes me, i cant go back to sleep. Lame right?? i know.

So yeah, i had 6 hours of biochem on Monday, 6 of Physiology on Tuesday, 6 of histology on Wednesday and 6 of more physiology yesterday. Gosh, kill me already! The information was enough to blow my head...actually since i have been eating boiled fried potatoes and rice-and-peppersoup recently, i think my head don blow :(

I had planned to have a loooooong rest after school on Friday, but the hunger that sent me home from school ehn, odikwa serious oh! So my friend and i had to cook...and before i knew it it was time for Bible study! Well i cant say i regretted going cos i had a fabulous time at His feet, PLUS i got to eat some of our...tutor's famous oatmeal cookies and drink the worst tea i ever had the misfortune to taste...well that's not totally true, there was one that had mint, it was disgusting...but that's by the way sha.

Then there was choir practice...i was dead on my feet by that time...but did i leave??? nope. oh oh oh and after that my friend had her birthday celebration and i had to be there...y'all shoulda seen all the pictures. i was DEAD. I couldnt even eat...*wiggles brows*but i took the food tomy room :)...

but it doesnt end there oh! next week i have a row of disgusting courses all lined up...think along the lines of anatomy...and not even ONE visit to the hospital! I swore i would never say FML but...no no no i still wont, get thee behind me satan!

well hope y'all had a better week than mine? The only upside i saw was the way y'all reacted to my part of the blogville story! Honestly i didn't even think it was that good, heck i wrote it in less than two hours cos i had biochem to study for...but you guys really made me feel good, THANK YOU!

btw have you seen the scroll of parchment Myne gave me?? its gawjus!

ok ok i'm now going :)

oh oh oh wait! something happened to me on thursday! listen i had something on my eye..it wasnt a boil but it hurt so much and it was beginning to swell cos i was scratching it. So a friend told me to pull out one of my lashes and it would go down. Another friend told me not to, but i figured hey, what do i have to lose?? one eyelash?? so i did it. When i woke up on Friday morning, it was...

wait for it...

GONE!

yes i had my fine eye back, the whatsit was gone with the wind! seriously y'all should try it if you ever have a problem with your eye.

That's it tweeps, have a fab week ahead, i know i wont :(

yours-in-tiredness

the busy brains.

RE: a trip down memory lane

2009-11-20T15:16:00.010+02:00

hello good people of blogville, how have you all been??

So, i was thinking of my mom today and how she babies me now that i'm not home,and how come i slept till 11 am today(my mom couldnt call me because my battery is dead)...and somehow Progressive Thinking began lol...that thinkin way of mine i explained to u guys recently...or tried to. Anyway i took a trip down memory lane, Lagos to the house of mr and mrs.O and their three rambunctious kids :)(don't tell them that,my mom might punch u). Sha i just remembered this day when we stole.Meat. From the cooking pot. loll, before you judge, we were kids...we were between the ages of 8 and 11. and the meat was soooo...well u know how mums cook now. it was so oooh-la-la-cious.

I looked into the pot, and looked away...looked back again, and took to my heels,i didn't want to be tempted. I went to tell my brother the news.

''Tobi, mommy fried meat today''

''so? is this the first time?"

"no but this one is different, it looks... different''

''hmmn, leave it o, i'm going to play ball, u wanna come?"

i hurried after him, he took a detour and went into the kitchen for a drink of water...and ran into the meat. i could tell the moment he noticed the pot. he froze, looked into it, looked away,looked back again, then he shook his head and gave me a rueful smile lolll it was like he was sayin "we are doomed".

That's not the moment we succumbed, no people, it wasnt. we went on to play ball...but our minds kept wandering back to the pot haha.

when we sat down to take a break, we looked at each other. That's the moment i think we both knew we were gonah break the 8th commandment.

it was like a movie, we walked quietly back into the kitchen, looked solemnly into the pot and reached for it, lmao.

Tobi said '' let's take the smallest''

as if that would justify our actions hehe

of course i agreed. "she will never know, she doesnt count her meat"

so we took the first and shared, and honourable people of blogville, i tell you, it tasted way better than it smelled. yep, i said better.

so we took the second. shared again.

Then we took one piece each :) and went to our rooms. my sister was in mine. i showed her the meat and even let her have a bite--kind of reminds me of how eve convinced adam to eat. so of course, she was also hooked.

we went back...sha sha, all in all we took 10 pieces of meat that night. yes people,i said 10.

unfortunately for us, the meat was for the Landlord's Association of the estate where we live, my parents were hosting the meeting that month, and the meat was the item 7 lollll so of course she had fried the meat per head-there were 57 pieces, 28 people were supposed to be present, two for each,and an extra just for...i donno,u get sha :).

when the bomb dropped, we were in the library studying like good children,feeling so so guilty that we couldn't talk to each other and that's weird coz we r very verbose.My mother opened the door, planted her hands on her hips and glared at us (she takes that stance when she's really mad)

" esu kan fe so n'ile yi loni'' (hmmn, the devil is about to come into this house(i dont think that's the correct translation :-/))

my heart stopped, then took off in a sprint. cold sweat broke out all over my body, and my hands became ice. i can't tell how my sibling-partners in crime reacted, cos i was too busy praying for my life.

She was going to flog us, she had even taken my brother's belt, but then she sat down on the couch, and tears silently coursed down her face...

''i was child-less for ten years, and all that time, while i was begging God for children, i didnt ask him to give me children who would be thieves, why are you doing this? don't i do enough for you? what have u asked for that i haven't given you?''

i'm telling you, i've never ever ever ever felt worse than i did at that moment, not even when i broke my treasured music player or wasted 400 dollars loll.

sha, that was the last time i ever stole :) my mother was so sad it was heartbreaking,and i never want that to happen again.

yeah, i just thought i'd share that :)

p.s. it was even worse when i found out she had kept our own fried meat in a separate pot!

ahh, the Joys Of Motherhood :) me love ma mama to bits :).

And that's the end of my story :D, now i'm waiting for a danfo bus to take me back(away from memory lane) before i start typing again.

_xx

Bye Bye...

2009-11-12T12:20:00.003+02:00

She waited in the shadows, at the right hand corner of the airport, and looked around for the one person who would make her smile on that miserable day…she hoped he would at least show up before he left, so she would have another chance to commit him to her memory, the scent of him, his single-dimpled smile, and his extremely white eyes…not that she would ever forget, but…just one last chance…once more…

He stood to the other corner and watched her as she looked for him, and just put all of her in his head, in that photographic memory of his that never ever forgot things…her hair, soft, full, natural, her very white eyes, her nose with the little mole on the side that looked like a very cute pimple, her lips, a natural shade of black and red…actually the only red part was the upper part of her lower lip…he had always dreamed of tasting them, surely they had to taste as delicious as they looked. He shook his head to dispel the thought and continued capturing her with his eyes…her eyes again, her brow-less eyes with the short, full lashes…he remembered when she had cut them off, claiming she wanted them to grow longer…he hadn’t told her then that he loved them short and very full…until they grew again the second time, short and full. At once those black-brown eyes of hers swiveled to him and caught him by full force. He would have blushed if he hadn’t had so much melanin in his skin. As it so happened, all he could do was smile sheepishly, embarrassed at being caught staring. Slowly he made his way through the throng of people, all the while keeping his eyes on her till he stood right in front of her.

''Hi'' he said.

''Hi'' she replied.

Then they just stood looking at each other, each thinking his own thoughts.

''Ahh, your folks?'' he asked

''Ditched them''

He laughed, and she committed it to memory too, that sweet, booming laugh.

''Mine too.''

She smiled, and he captured that moment too, there was no poetic sunlight framing her face, or wind blowing at her hair, but he thought she had never looked more beautiful.

Then without speaking, he stretched out his hands to her, and she sighed and went into them, resting her head on his teenage, gangly chest, as his head came to rest on her hair. He stood a good foot above her 5'3. There were no poetic abs, his chest wasn't so strong, but there wasn’t any place she'd rather be.

''Oh Ben, what are we gonna do?? It's not fair, it's not fair at all''

He turned his nose into her hair and inhaled, the smell of her apple hair cream, and the texture of the hair, he captured them all.

''I know. I also know we were meant to be together. We're gonna work this out, I promise''

She nodded and clutched at him as tightly as she could, all the while thinking about the different planes they would board in less than an hour. And she clutched tighter. He tightened his own hold too and they just stood there…an hour, a week, a year, it didn’t seem to matter. Just that they were together.

Then he drew her back and untangled himself. He removed his blue and grey coat and handed it to her.

''Here, keep this.''

''Why??''

''I want you to have it…I want you to have something of mine, ok?? Just keep it for me, I'll come for it''

She took it and held it gingerly, then gave up and buried her face in it. His scent, oh goodness, it had his scent.

Then she looked at him while she struggled to hold the burning tears behind her lids at bay, because she knew it broke his heart when she cried.

She smiled at him again, and he felt his heart slowly roll over. He lifted his hand out to her.

''Walk with me??'' he asked

''Sure'' and she took his hand.

Together they left the shadows and walked down the corridor until they had to go their separate ways. Their phones rang at the same time, and still holding hands, they answered, spoke for some time and hung up.

''Your folks??''

''Yeah'' he answered ''you too??''

''Yeah'' she said.

Time to go, they both said in their minds, and their hearts broke together, as one.

His hands moved to her face, and the light touch sent her nerves into frenzy.

He swallowed deeply and looked at her.

''I need…I have to do something, I need something to keep you inside me…I need…'' he was having trouble putting his feelings into words, so he simply lowered his head slowly, very slowly, until their lips were just a whisper of air apart. Then he closed his eyes and caught her lower lip between his lips.

It was a kiss as soft as air, and as achingly sweet as…as…

She opened her eyes and looked at him, wondering why he had decided to shatter her already broken heart…, the kiss affected him so bad, and his heart broke into a million pieces. He reached for her again, this time their lips moved leisurely over each other, no tongue involved…

Then they broke apart and just looked at each other, each just simply drinking the other up, never wanting the moment to end…and the tears slowly flowed unbidden down her cheeks. He wiped them away as quickly as they fell.

''Please don’t, you know it breaks my heart to see you cry'' then he wondered how a shattered heart could be broken again.

She nodded mutely. Their phones rang again, and they slowly started moving again…a hug, a soft kiss, another hug…

They slowly released each other until only their fingers were brushing. She blew him a kiss and ran, never looking back.

He rubbed the dull ache in his chest, mildly surprised his heart was still there, as he watched his princess go, Remi, the girl who had made his 18-year old heart fall in love. Then he turned and left, to board his plane to Canada.

She slept in his coat that night, in her room in the United States; and dreamt of him. Ben, the tall, gangly boy who had given her her first kiss in the middle of an airport…the boy who had made her 17-year old heart fall in love.

chronicles of pictures!

2009-11-11T01:09:00.006+02:00

eiiiiiiiii. oya, eyin ara blogville ewa nibi oooooooooooo, i say all of you come and rejoice with me ooooooooooo.

it has happened.

i have learnt it at last oooooooooo, i have learnt!!!!!!

after about 3 years and a lot of sweat, i have learnt it ooooooooooo, yes!!!

*stops to take a breath*

ehen, i said i have learnt it. i have don learn am(pardon my pidgin),

finally, i can edit a picture!!!!

wait wait don't hiss nowww, no no dont click that red x on the top right hand corner of the page, hear me out first biko...

first, about 3 years ago, my papa got a nu camera, and he tried to teach me how to do it...i just kept deleting pictures lol

the last year, my mother got a new camera...and my brother tried to teach me again and again, but the thing was just entering my left ear and coming out of the right...it wasnt my fault jo, that time i wasnt used to modern facilities...in those days there were only black and white cameras lol, and where will you find effects??? so leave me jo!

now how did i learn it??? yes, some days ago i borrowed a friend's camera...yes yes i be borrow pose, i aint got mine yet, but you just wait!

anyway, i borrowed his camera and started to fiddle with it...it was boredom i guess, i told y'all school was down till 23rd...sha sha, i stumbled upon options...i swear the only ''options'' i knew was delete...then i saw effects, and i was like 'whaaaaa''

sha sha, i kept at it until, hmmmn, until my patience through all these years paid offfffff, yessssss, i can now edit picturesssssssss

and that, is the story of my picture-editing abilities...and the best part is i taught myself!!!

so yessssss, i have a right to be happy abi???

ok here are a couple o' pics....

i put blings on my top!!! lol, i'm razz i know!

and i blurred the edges, but didn't blur the image!!! aren't i a genius???

p.s. ok i am now officially apologising to soyombo-omoyele ...guess what for?? lol, for knowing who he was while i remained anonymous to him...lol, i realize laughing makes the apology seem insincere but hahahaaaa, im sorry youngie, i luv you ok???

pps: did i really spend a whole post on my new ability?? smh

ok toodles people, have a fab rest-of-the-week...

yours sincerely

the busy brains

haha, always wanted to say that! BYEEEE

random post...arent they all??

2009-10-31T22:55:00.013+02:00

hello blogville.

how's erryone doing? what's popping??

nothing is popping in my life oh.

there's swine flu here, as i said earlier...but now it has spread to other cities, and the federal ministry of health has closed all universities for 3 weeks.
as of yesterday, over 30 people have died. that should scare me right?? WRONG!! homegurl isn't even worried arrall *shrugs* momc is more worried than i am...she has every reason to be sha, she's a mom...i feel sorry for those that died tho', may their souls RIP.
i have finally moved to a nu room, a two-sitter...on 9th floor...with a girl...a very nice girl i might add...and we are on good terms...i hope it stays that way.
we were advised to stay indoors...but i just cant...its not like there's a snowstorm or anything, how can i just stay cooped up in my room?? abeg jo, swine who??
i am broke,as in broke. by the end of this month,my account balance will be o.oo. yeah. that's why xmas cant come early enough.
i just noticed today that i'm a really small person. as in really small. i'm 5'3 and i weigh 42 kg.
people owe me $3oo...but even with that...i know im still in trouble...plus i dont know when they're gonah pay back...
man utd won their match today:) like, i love that club, and im gonah die a united fan...
i'm going to give writing a whole book a try...u never know...all those childish ones i wrote when i was btw 8 and 12...well, let's just say my mother wanted more...so, im trying.
my head is currently full, which confuses me as hell!, and i just wanna scream, like SCREAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM.
between monday and today, i have eaten a whole chocolate cake, half of another one, and half of one vanilla one...well 3/4 really...i dont know where this sudden craving came from...and i'm not pregnant,i'm pretty sure.
i have to stop blogging now...cos i have to send some picshures to BBC...before midnight cos my internet cable goes off at midnight.
here are some pictures of people going around ternopil in masks...

without our masks...or at least us (we) ladies...that's me on the right...please ignore the totally crazy hairstyle...black and white wool, smh, i'm crazy like that.

a friend...

poor girl didn't get a mask to buy...yes, they are out of masks in ternopil...we're supposed to change them every two hours.
a man who sells spices at the MEAT market...that's my black scarf at the corner, i had to pretend to be in the picture before he agreed to it lol.

fellow blacks...the girl is my roommate...dont ask me why she doesnt have her mask!

in a shopping mall...3 jolly friends...or maybe not so jolly.

p.s the pictures are actually supposed to be in ascending order...i wonder how blogger messed that up...well, it's all good.

that's it for me, CB loves y'all...

pps: no church service tomorrow...yeah, its that bad :(

later tweethearts.

As Flu Hits Ternopil

2009-10-27T12:57:00.002+02:00

actually what i should have said is

''as SWINE flu hits Ternopil'', but i didnt want you guys to run off hehe, its funny what that word does to people.

anyway, as swine flu hits Ternopil, your homegurl has bn confined to her hostel...yep, school is down for a week...its that serious...

y'all are prolly thinking 'ahh, ur lucky, i need a break myself''...but hmmn, let me just tell you now, we are gonah pay dearly for it...starting from next week...school starts monday and ends saturday!

for five weeks.

so, do u still wanna hv a break??

my mother is even more worried than i am about this flu sef...me ke?? swine flu?? emi omo Jesu...me that im covered with the blood of Jesus...it cant even catch me, in fact if it sees me it'll run in the other direction.

so i woke up today, tired, grumpy and very hungry...so i know its gonah be a very long day...

our homegurl iphy is feeling a lil down and depressed today...run over to her blog and cheer her up...go on...

dance rehearsals now...gotta git...later tweeps

yoruba post! eyin aniyan miiiiii

2009-10-21T23:24:00.003+03:00

eyin eniyan miiiii.... bawo ni?? mi o ma mo idi ti mo fi n so yoruba loni ooo,

sugbon, eni wa different... hehe, she mi o le so yoruba la i fi english si ni???

ok, o ti dara... ehmmm, ki ni mo fe so na?? mo ti gbagbe sha...iya mi pe mi loni, won fi owo ranse si mi! inu mi dun to je pe!!! bata ni ma fi ra...bata ati aso...

mo ti gba yara tuntun!!! mo de ni roommate tuntun...ki ni yoruba fun roommate gan?? ehm *o bi roommate re* ehen, omo-yara. oruko re n je miss x...very nice person de ni...

anyway...emi nlo oh, mo ni physiology ni ola...mio de tii ka anything!

gbogbo everybody lo ti fe mo blog mi yii,mi ode ni gba fun won, iro lon pa...maa kan fun won ni blog post elo miran lati ka ni, nothing do me hehe...

mo ma delete awon kan lati ori fb mi, won ti ma n be ju! won de ma n bi mi ninu...so mo ma delete at least 200 ninu won...jowo, ti mo ba delete re, ma binu si mi ni, mo nife re pupo, sugbon, o ti bere lati ma bi mi ninu...

ki ni ti awon freshers yi gan?? won fe ma toast emi senior won! se won fori gbagi ni?? hmmn,oju mi ma n ri o!

sooo, emi ti soro tan ni yen, mo n lo se ise ti awon parents mi ran mi wa se...IWE KIKA!

awon agba wa ni, ''ti mo ba kawe mi, bata mi a dun ko-ko-ka'' hehe...

p.s : eyin ti post yii o ye, ema binu ooo, o kan wu mi lati so ede loni ni o!!!

pps: e ma si binu wipe blog post yii wa random... idunnu lofa! (mo hope pe idunnu mean happiness??)

mo luff gbogbo yin ohhh,

odabo.

_xx

stupid autumn

2009-10-15T16:03:00.006+03:00

hello blogsville, im back agen (razz much? lol allow the razzness)

how is erryone doing???

i am freezing IN MY ROOM as i'm blogging right now...i swear, in my room! i can barely feel my toes, my hands are just abt falling off, i'm just freezing.

i think it rained all over the world yesterday...if it didn't rain where u are, raise your hand please...no one?? i thought so. it rained EVERYWHERE, it was frigging cold, i swear it snowed here, in october! i dont even want to think how cold december will be.

so, everyone in my class ended up preparing for the wrong class lol, it was so funny...imagine the shock we got when the teacher told us!

But the day was still fun, in fact, we talked and laughed about almost everything...actually about everything...ranging from superstitions to movies...speaking of movies...who has seen the preview of heart of men?? no, not an american movie, a ghanaian one...i dont really watch homevideos like that oh, but a friend of mine was talking about it, and i youtubed it.

The thing is PORN! i swear, what are they, wanna-bes?? its terrible really *smh* the lengths some people will go! haba!

so, apparently i'm weird because i like to drink garri with milk and milo, and frozen fried fish! i mean, have u guys tried it?? its delicious really...

and rice and irish potatoes, you know?? come oh, u guys shouldn't judge me lol...

its my friend's birthday tomorrow! this one...

ok i know his face isnt really clear but that's him...and yep that's me!

no, no, no he's NOT my bf! we're just FRIENDS!

He'll be 20 :) big boy, isn't he?? but i'm really happy for him...

Happy birthday deary...if u ever read this, which i know you won't,...sooo happy birthday anyway!

Dont you just hate it when people step really up close to u with their stanky-ass breath, and start to talk loudly and then spit in your face??!! you wont know how to, like subtly wipe it off, and the person'll still be talking and talking, haba, dude, dont be sptting in my face, u can like to get your nasty-ass, spitty spitty mouth out of my face! lol...

i tried to change my blogger template and ended up losing all my widgets LOL i still dont know what happened...and the page still looks funny to me...or is it just me??

that's it then, later tweethearts :)

_xx

and i'm BACK!

2009-10-12T23:28:00.001+03:00

...im back, bigger, bolder, better, badder and b^&*%er lol, its not as if i went anywhere oh.

But i'm back on my feet!...i dont mean i was bedridden or anything either...i mean...

i am now FINE! thanx to david's meatpies *wink* and everyone's loving attention...minus my lost friend of course...controversy, the plan didn't work oh! checked my phone so much im sure it was tired of me sef...but no msg, nothing.

sooo yelz(lol, razz much?hehe) , ur homegurl is now able to finish a sentence without having to pause to sneeze...and the body ache is gone too...well, most of it...

you wont believe what happened to me yesterday...i fell flat on my ass! as in, with a very very heavy thud....so much so that im still feeling the pains, thats why i said most of the body ache was gone...the one left was acquired recently... all because of rice...i was cooking the rice, and i kind of forgot it on the burner...until it was burning lol, so i ran into the kitchen...and WHAM the next thing i knew, i was flat on my left side...and i couldnt breathe lol, the wind was literally knocked out of my sails...damn those blasted indians and their oil...i almost couldnt sit in class today...and my left arm, smh, i cant even feel it...

but the pain is sweet sha, lol, im not crazy...but i do realize hw crazy that sounds...hasnt anyone ever had sweet pain?? as in the kind of pain that hurts you in a sweeeet way, that you dont want it to go,and you keep pressing it you know?? no?? oh well, maybe i am crazy...

alrighty then, i was just gonna tell you guys im bera...but as usual i ended up talking a lil too much, smh, so the point of the post...

I AM NOW FINE THANK YOU...

why do i have a feeling i already said that? *scrolls up to check...and scrolls back down with a sigh*

that's because i did!

ok ok i'm going...

see you guys larer...

sweet dreams of me oh...

and remember, if you dont stand for something, you will fall for anything.

toodles _xx

Letter to my lost friend.

2009-10-09T23:07:00.000+03:00

Letter to my lost friend.

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)

i dont want my pills...doctors make the worst patients.

2009-10-08T17:06:00.000+03:00

ok, i also think that picture of the man with the pills is gross, but...I HATE PILLS!!

about the long heading...i didnt know which one to pick, so i picked both! why have*cough* half a loaf of bread when you can have the whole thing?

anyway, back to my hating pills.

I HATE PILLS, I DETEST PILLS, I SIMPLY HATE THEM!!!

As in,i'd rather have two injections than swallow one pill.

i hate the round ones, i hate the oblong ones, i hate them *sneezes* ALL!

and when you swallow them...because i sure as HELL cannot CHEW them...and they dont go down, they get stuck in your throat and dissolve out their bitter taste onto your tongue...ewww,i just grossed myself out!

and it takes me like at least 5 minutes to swallow one pill, i swear i kid you not!

imagine how long it used to take me to swallow one piriton tablet, and two chloroquine tablets when i was at home, and mosquito bites had given me malaria lol, thank God there's no mom here to be giving me chloroquine, i hate it!!! tcheww *sneeze*chloroquine ko, chloroking ni! lol,ok that was totally not funny lol :))

*sneeze* someone said on gray's anatomy once that doctors make the worst patients...its soo true, im not even a doctor yet, and i dont take my medications unless someone says "temi, take this pills or *sneeze* DIE''

ok, so i'm rapping in my church on the 24th. yayyy me! the song is http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HU3gAGWoKYM

you guys should check it out, its cuuulllll...

i have to go now...not to do anything oh, cos i dont fink i can study today...im going because the talkative girl has finally run out of things to say :)

*off to ~sneeze~twitter*

p.s. we studied the mechanisms of coughing and sneezing today. ironic, isn't it?? tcheww, i felt they were mocking me!

p.p.s. i LOVE jelly candies...who loves 'em too??

later tweethearts.

_xx