My old boots

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

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

Now, I know what you're thinking.

No I don't.

I could guess though.

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

Why not get new boots?

No?

Well I'll answer the question anyway.

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

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

Picture those two situations.

Picture me.

Tadaaa!

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm not vain am I? Nahhh.

Am I?


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

Leave me some nice comments :)

Nigerian Tag,

It's my sister's birthday today :)

It's my Dad's birthday tomorrow

It's Myne's birthday tomorrow :)


Happy Birthday Myne!


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

*sorry, took down the vid. 

With all my love,

Cerebrallybusy

Tortoise and Yonibo.

Babalawo mo wa bebe

Cerebrallybusy: Story story!

Blogsville: Story!

Cerebrallybusy: Once upon a time!

Blogsville: Time Time!

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

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

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

Babalawo mo wa bebe

(Baba I’ve come to beg)

Alugbinrin

(Alugbirin)

Ogun to se fun mi lere kan

(The soup you gave to me earlier)

Alugbinrin

(Alugbirin)

Oni nma ma fowo kenu

(You said not to eat it)

Alugbinrin

(Alugbirin)

Oni nma ma fese kenu

(You said not to eat it)

Alugbinrin

(Alugbirin)

Mo fowo kan obe mo fi kenu

(I put my finger in and tasted it)

Alugbinrin

(Alugbirin)

Mo boju wo kun, ori gbendu

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

Alugbinrin. 

(Alugbirin)

Babalawo Mo wa bebe, Alugbinrin...

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

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

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

Moral Lessons:

Greed kills.

Do not covet what does not belong to you.

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

No title.

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

Rapture.

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

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

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

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

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

I awoke with a start. 

I'm about to say something very stupid. 

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

wait for it...

wait for it...

rapture. 

If you're laughing, please stop.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Reading the Bible does bring one peace of mind. 

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

Day 15- My zodiac sign

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

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

And so, that's that :)

Do you believe in your horoscope?

day 14 - My outfit for today

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

Yes, it was that bad!

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

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

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


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

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

xx