Dear God.

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

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.

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.

I am angry

And irritated

And angry

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.

''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.

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.

*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.