I don't appreciate...

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?

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.

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

#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

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...

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

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

where is my blogging spirit??

anyone seen it around??

i cant find it anywhere.