Now now hold the heck on, what is this?

I’ve been seeing bullshit like

‘the eyesore on the calendar is feb. 14’

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

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

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

But i won’t be quiet no more.

what the hell do y’all mean? 

i mean come on!

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

why not bash on them too?

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

is anyone saying that? NO.

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

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

Cyclone Africa.

So,

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

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

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

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

Look at how blessed we are, Look!

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

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

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

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

The worst natural disaster we have is us.

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

When are we going to give our countries a hand?

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

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

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

Like throwing your trash in the trashcan.

Like Voting.

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

Like paying your taxes.

Raise your glasses.

Hey dears!

This may be belated, but Happy New Year!!

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

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

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

The devil is a liar.

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

I think it's bullshit.

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

BUT...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



Yours-in-sneezes

The Busy Brains.

Tears won't solve anything.

''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.

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

''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?

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?