Letting out

Last Month, 1st Post, Blocked Nose, Cant Sleep...

2010-12-13T01:36:00.005+01:00

Lol @ my title...

anyway I couldn't be bothered to think of a caption so make una manage am like dat...

God! I have really missed blogging and you guys sha o...didnt even realise how much until I started typing this post.

At the moment am battling an annoying flu/cold/blocked nostrils. Ko easy my friends... and to think that I havn't been able to sleep a wink all night...dat one no mean say na lack of sleep push me to blog for the first time in almost 2years...small thing e for reach like dat abi! Truly Truly I have missed blogging!

I cant even say why I havn't blogged all this why, yes I've been busy and all but haba na me like money pass??? Guess I just wanted to prove something to myself, blogging was becoming a huge part of my life and I wasn't ready for that. I hope the addiction wont return soon cos am loving this every second I keep typing, Chei!

2010 is almost winding up and I daresay this has been a wonderful year for me! God has been faithful and merciful as always. Honestly I cant complain. I hope it has been the same for you all as well. If it hasn't, no worry 2011 is your year, Amen!!!

Alright guys, let me try and pull a fast one on sleep, gotta rise early and I no want sleep for steering. I dey find driver o!

Wish me luck

Ahem...wey those peeps wey say dem no go update until princesa does, Shally, LG, Afrobabe, oya come update sharply!,lol.. I love that word, Sharply,lol!

Love ya!!!

INSPIRING CARTOONS

2009-10-05T09:34:00.007+01:00

Now let no one say I didn't update o!

Crazy guy gist & DA FUN-SHOP

2009-04-24T09:14:00.007+01:00

I was tired. My head was aching from the stress of the day. The last thing I needed was some crazy guy causing unnecessary traffic by parking his car right in the middle of the narrow road.

I stretched my neck out of the car window to see properly what was going on. That same instant, a shirt came flying towards my car. It was the crazy guy, yea it turned out I was right in tagging him ‘crazy’! He had removed his shirt,flung it aside and was punching someone in the front passenger seat.

The car in front of me started moving, the driver was trying to squeeze through the narrow space beside Mr. Crazy’s car. I followed suit.

As I passed the silver Golf car, I deliberately slowed down to take in the situation. The crazy guy was still leaning into his car, his trouser had shifted downwards to reveal a traumatising half view of his bare black arse.

Seriously now…guys, this question is for you…why o...why will you put on your trousers without wearing something underneath? No boxers…No briefs…Why now? And then you will be causing bad luck for peeps by exposing the arse all around town?

Hmmm…LOL!!!

So, from where I was, I could see that Mr Crazy was punching hard blows into the face of this young lady who flayed her arms in front of her in an unsuccessful attempt to shield her face from the blows.

I looked around me, people were watching the scene with a lot of interest but no one was making any move to stop this craziness from going on! I almost screamed out to guy to stop hitting her but then I caught a glimpse of his face before I did. He had this evil maniacal look on his face. At that point I wasn’t even sure of this guy was not mentally deranged or something. He was screaming expletives which I couldn’t hear from where I was. The girl was screaming too.

The impatient honk of the car behind me made me realize I was causing my own mini-hold up on my side of the road so I moved ahead reluctantly. The scene was upsetting, whatever had transpired between the both of them, I didn’t feel the girl deserved to be handled that way.

I moved some metres ahead while still watching what was going on through my rear mirror. I saw that the guy had gotten back into the car and was now driving towards me so I stopped my car and waited for him to drive past. He drove past with such reckless speed that he nearly brushed the side of my car. This guy was definitely bunkers, I thought to myself as I kicked my engine and followed behind him.

Now, this guy drove like a possessed man, swerving and making suicidal turns that I feared that he would crash into someone/something. i couldnt keep a close tail on him because of his crazy driving but I maintained a fair distance.

Why was I even following them? I asked myself but I couldn’t answer. I swear, It wasn’t my natural ‘gbeborun’ instincts at work. I just felt a need to make sure that the girl was safe. I didn’t have a plan yet but my mind was working fast. There was a police check point at the junction ahead of us and I knew he would definitely slow down when he got there. The traffic at that point was a given.

Maybe I could report to the police men at the junction. They could arrest the guy for Violence or whatever…

We got to the junction and the Golf car slowed down, I drove into the next lane beside the golf as I frantically looked around for the police guys. They weren’t there! I turned to look into the car, he was shouting at the girl, I think she said something and then "Gbosaaa!" a slap and another one…na wa o…this guy wasn’t letting up….WHERE ARE THE POLICE WHEN YOU NEED THEM?!!!!

As the traffic warden motioned for us to move on, I made a detour back the way I came. I didnt know what to do and it was pointless following them to God knows where. And okay I admit, I was tired from the day’s hassles and I didn’t need any more.

But I drove back home with a heavy heart. That evening, I wouldnt have minded being a man(a macho one at that), that way, I would have taken that coward on and taught him the lesson of his life.

I was also depressed with the reality of the society we live in. A society where no one will lift a finger to help another person in need. People will rather look on, shake their heads in pity and move on, and oh... they will definitely take in the details of the incident well enough to recount it to another person, but help? No way!

It’s a sad sad situation.

Ialso couldnt help wondering what the girl could have done to deserve such a severe beating.

Did she sleep with his best friend? or maybe Spit in his mother's face?

What heinous crime did she commit to deserve that beating?

Is the guy’s action even justifiable?

Why didn’t she even jump out of the car? I would, if it was me o…but not before aiming one of my fingers straight into the crazy coward’s eyes.

*devilish grin* ;)

Meanwhile lots of you have been asking what I have been up to. Sorry, I went AWOL the way I did. make una no vex o...I have missed you all and will try to catch up on your blogs when I can.

The Flier below explains it all. Your girl has been busy setting up a business. If you live in Festac and environs, Da Fun-shop…your number one store for children educational books/toys/games is here to bring constructive excitement to your kids!

Don’t fail to stop by, we’ll be glad to have you! For those who can't drop in because of distance, tell a friend about the store okay. Thanks.

Cheers!

...and I designed these fliers myself o...not bad abi?

Now, its time to dance Owambe!

2009-03-27T10:08:00.001+01:00

I won the award, yay!!!!

Now its time to put on your dancing shoes and boogie.

I got Dbanj, 9ice and KSA(just for u bumight) on the bandstand to thrill you guys...

Am off to pimp my 'hawtness' up some more, cant afford to let down my rep,lol!!!

Huuuuurrrraaay!!!!

2009-03-19T09:04:00.005+01:00

Hurray!!!
I finally get to put the most coveted Naija Blogger awards Nominee icon on my blog thanks to you guys.
I was almost beginning to lose hope of getting any nominations,lol!

Anyway, for those who don’t know, I was nominated for the award of BLOGGER YOU THINK IS HOT IN REAL LIFE!

Guys, una know na…
My own no be think o…
Those who have seen me can attest to the fact that yours truly is HAWT!!!

Okay so I’m immodest, but if I no blow my trumpet, who go blow am now? :)

Now, the first step is done, all that is left is for you my lovelies, to VOTE.

Head over to the NaijaBloggersaward page to vote for Princesa and you will be richly blessed in Jesus’ name, Amen!

LOL!

You know, this reminds me of the time I came back home for the holidays in my second year in the University with an award- Award for the Most beautiful girl in my department for that year.

I was excitedly showing off my award to my family when my dad commented:

“So you couldn’t get the award for the most intelligent student…what’s the big deal about being beautiful?”

My dad had always pushed us to realise that beauty without brains is meaningless.

Anyway I made him proud when I had one of the best results during Graduation…:)

There I go…digressing,lol!

So Shally tagged me…oh how I hate ‘em tags! : (

Funny enough, she tagged me and decided to de-activate her blog after that, shuo...

Shally dear, wetin happen na?

Anyway, The tag is cool cos all I need to do is to talk about six things I have learnt from blogging.

So here goes…

Blogging has helped to improve my vocabulary. I have learnt new words and new ways to say the ones I used to know.

Blogging has taught me to appreciate other people better. I now appreciate better the fact that we all have different experiences and react to situations in our own peculiar ways.

I have also learnt to respect other people’s opinions and choices. We don’t all have to believe in the same things but we can learn from our differences.

Blogging has helped me to develop my writing abilities. I am inspired to write better when I read some of the stuff you guys put down.

Finally, Blogging has introduced me to some really wonderful people. People I can share my life's experiences with and people who have been there for me, when I needed them.

Thank you so much guys for making Blogging fun!

Congrats to all the Category A winners and the organizers too...e no easy...

DONT FORGET TO VOTE PRINCESA FOR BLOGGER YOU THINK IS HOT O!

TOO SHORT TO BE MARRIED???

2009-03-05T17:50:00.004+01:00

So this morning I was driving to work with my cousin.
She was going to get down on the way as she was headed to see a General Manager of a Company for job.
“How you take get the connection sef?” I queried.
“Ha ha ha” She laughed. “Na one guy like that wey carry my matter for head o!”

On further prodding, she revealed to me that she had been introduced to this Company topshot by some guy who had been begging her to marry him for months now.

“Eeee…eee…why you no want marry am now?” I asked jokingly.
“My sister, the bobo too short, abeg!” she announced sharply. “You know say me I no get height, how I go take come marry person wey short pass me well well”

I laughed uncontrollably for some minutes. The babe was serious o…one only needed to look at her face to know this.

I didn’t blame her sha…

I once had this “Serious toaster” some years ago.
We had been chatting online for close to a year and feelings were already growing. One day we decided to hook up face to face. He wasn’t bad looking at all but dude was EXTREMELY short meeeen!
At the end of the date, I was so sure ‘It’ would not work between me and him. The difference in our heights was too glaring and awkward for me!

Anyway, I asked my cousin another question.
“So which would you prefer? A very short man or an uneducated man?”
She pondered over the question a while before answering.
“Hmmm…I’ll go for the uneducated man o…at least he can always go to school, moreover there are some uneducated guys that really express themselves well that you’ll hardly know they didn’t have any formal education”

Long after I dropped her off. I still chewed on her words.

Personally I am someone who loves the interior more than the exterior. Catch my drift?
I’d rather go for a guy who has a great personality that one with great looks. I’m not saying that looks don’t matter to me o! Which girl doesn’t want a well groomed, good looking, nice smelling, pleasant mannered, well loaded(pocket & otherwise) dude eh?”
Babes no lie o!

However that said. I still DO NOT want a dwarf o! He he he he he…

So I’m throwing open the question:

For the girls, which would you prefer? To marry Ken, the short dude who has a PhD or Peter the 6.3” good looking brother who cant make a good sentence in English without mixing up his tenses?

For the guys, would you prefer to marry Sikira the beautiful village girl who cant speak a word of English or Sylvia, the masters degree holder who speaks impeccable English but is Ugggg…?

Now I don’t want diplomatic answers o…

It’s either black or white, no grey,lol!

PS: Kudos to the organizer of the Blogville awards o. More ‘mmanu’ to una elbows o! I am 'gbaduning' what you guys are doing but wait o….when the kasala ago burst na when una no give me any award. Heeennnn….heeennnn….I don talk finish o….

PPS: I have collected my First cheque from Getaway Club o and heading for the mega money now, all the doubting thomases, do a rethink o!

How do you like my God-daughter?
She is a Diva, isn’t she?

Ta ta…

UPDATE ON GETAWAY CLUB!

2009-01-27T15:16:00.000+01:00

So many of you guys expressed skepticism about The GETAWAY CLUB in my last post.

I understand your fears especially in this times of internet scams and all.

I am usually very wary of Get rich schemes too and reluctant to put my money in it but I decided to join the GETAWAY CLUB after I saw some real testimonies.

Sorry, the link I put up the last time was wrong. Here is the correct link-here

You can check it out for yourself.

PS: My mum collected her first payment two days ago and she is just a week old in the club. It's a matter of how hard you are prepared to work.

See you in the millionaires'club!

Start making things happen!

2009-01-22T16:04:00.008+01:00

In my last post I talked about this year being a year of accomplishment not just for me but for all of us.
I intend to be a millionaire by the end of this year, I don’t know about you but it would be more fun if all of us were to be, wouldn’t it?

No, this is not the plan I talked about unveiling to you guys.

This is something I recently discovered that I didn’t want to keep to myself. I wanted to share the news of good tidings with you all ;)

This is not ‘dem say’ ‘dem say’(hearsay) o! I have seen with my eyes and believed!
My aunt who just joined this club recently collected her third $17,000 and there and then, I decided I wasn’t going to be left behind.

I need money.

I want to be able to take those exotic vacations I have always dreamt of.

I have business ideas that need serious money to bring to life.

See me chasing investors up and down when there is a legal, cool way of making big bucks just within my reach all this while.

It’s like traveling to Sokoto(a state in Nigeria) to look for what is inside ur Sokoto(Yoruba word for trousers),lol!

People, don’t be left out o…join the train of millionaires and start making those dreams of yours come true!

Read on…

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Are you tired of working long hours while your boss reaps the benefits?

Are you tired of trying to scrape money together for a vacation?

Are you tired of hearing how home based entrepreneurs are making vast sums of money using the internet?

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Don’t just dream the dream, start living it!

PS: For those in Nigeria that want to join but dont have a credit card to pay the membership fee, you can reach me on princessimma@gmail.com. We'll take it from there.

Wait...did i hear somebody say Ibo gal?
He he he he, yes o, I am proud to answer,This 2009 no slacking at all!lol!

Ciao!

It's a year of accomplishment!

2009-01-13T10:35:00.001+01:00

Happy New Year friends!

Even if it’s the 13th day of January already, it’s not too late to say Happy New Year after all it’s my first post this 2009.

This year 2009 shall be a glorious year for all of us.

It shall be a year of: Accomplishment, Happiness and Testimonies in Jesus’ name, Amen!

Last year, I sat down, folded my arms and waited for things to happen to me. This year I shall make them happen!

Last year, I dreamt and wished…dreamt and wished some more…This year I hope to start realizing my dreams. I shall set things in motion and let God do the rest.

Positive things are happening. Things I never imagined in my wildest dreams. I pray it all works out and soon…very soon…I shall be unveiling my plans to you all.

I beg for your support in advance cos I can’t do ‘IT’ without you.

Isi dear, I read your book in less than an hour. Beautiful effort.

tata...

When Xmas Trips were fun...

2008-12-18T12:58:00.004+01:00

As a kid of Igbo extraction, December and Xmas meant one thing- Time to travel back home(to the Village).
It was something I and my siblings looked forward to every year. In fact the worst punishment Mumsy could give you this period was to say “You are not traveling this December!”
Everyone wanted to travel so that meant everyone had to be on their best behaviour. No fighting, no lying, no stealing meat from the soup pot,:)

What was the big deal about traveling, you wonder?
It was a mix of so many things.

It was the fun road trip where we would stop at intervals for refreshments, especially at ORE and UMUNEDE. Ah!! There was this restaurant at UMUNEDE where we usually stopped for rice and stew. As a kid, UMUNEDE rice was special!lol! The trip would never be complete without UMUNEDE rice.

And there was the usual banana and groundnuts.
Dad would buy those huge bananas at ORE and we would stuff ourselves up with the sweet fruit and groundnuts as we traveled along.

There was also the fact that we would be seeing so many of our friends, cousins, relations who we hadn’t seen in a whole year. Friendships formed the previous year would be rekindled.

Then there were the bush adventures where we would go hunting for rabbits and birds. OB, a cousin of mine who lived in the Village usually led the expeditions. He was also the hunter. His ammunition was his home-made catapult and stones. The rest of us kids were there to pick stones for OB and carry the day’s spoils home.

Some other days, we would go to the bush not to hunt but to pluck fruits. Sour sops, Oranges, pear, Guava, Mangoes, which ever was in season, we plucked! The boys climbed while the girls stayed down and picked the fruits.

We would arrive home with our baskets of fruits and the adults would praise us:
“Eeeeh…Umuazi a! Unu anwaka o!”( Eeeeh…this kids…una try o!)

These bush adventures were the highlights of our holiday. We all wanted to be with the team. We would bribe OB with biscuits and sweets just to let us tag along on the bush trips. Not even the frightening tales he told us about the old woman who ate kids in the bush or the spirit of the forest that made children disappear deterred us from going. However we made sure to stick together always. I would never be caught in front or at the back. The middle was my place. The sounds of the forest disturbed me and there was also this bird that usually made an eerie sound “Cookuu, Kuru Cookuu” Christ! That sound put the shivers in me! Then, I didn’t know it was a bird, I always thought it was the spirit of the forest,lol! It wasn’t until I was much older that I realized it was a bird.

There was also the night time story telling round the fire.
Whenever we heard the Chant: “CHAKPI!” we would shout “WOO!” as we took our spots by the fire knowing it meant only one thing-Time for storytelling! Grandma’s tales of Mr. tortoise’s adventures was always interesting and she knew how to mimic the characters in her stories.
OB also told us stories at times. His stories were usually naughty like the story of Nwagadigboro who after poooing in the bush went to clean his behind on the Ukwa tree and the Ukwa fruit fell on him and killed him. There was also the story of the lazy slave who refused to cook and after his master cooked, he had to nerve to taste the food. Of cos the master beat him with the spoon!

Another highlight of our trip would be was the Visiting relatives and friends part.
We always tagged along with Mum and Dad anytime they went out because we were sure there was definitely going to be lots of rice and chicken and coke wherever we visited. Was this not the festive season? :) :)

Fine, we had to endure, the patting on the head and exclamations of “Ahhh! See how big you have grown… very soon we will be drinking your palmwine!”

All that didn’t matter when the steaming plates of Jollof rice and bottles of Coke/Fanta were placed in front of you. Kids and food!lol!

I also remember the Moonlight dance. ‘Egwu Onwa’, we called it.
There were quite a number kids in my family- Me and my siblings, my cousins, my Grandfather’s second wife’s kids. We formed a dance group and during the day, we would practice different cultural dances. The home based kids usually did the teaching.

After days of practice, we would finally begin our ‘Egwu Onwa’. At night when the moon came up. We would go from house to house singing and dancing. The boys had the task of beating the empty tins of Bournvita with sticks to provide melody for our songs. After dancing the owners of the house would give us a little token to show appreciation. It wasn’t so much the money but the fun and excitement we got from the experience. I remember the highest amount we ever got from our Egwu Onwa was Eleven Naira (N11). Is anyone laughing? N11 wasn’t small money then in the late eighties o! At least we each got Eighty kobo each,Money for Akara and Okpa, he he he:)

So you see, there were many things that made traveling to the Villa during Xmas as a kid plenty fun. As I grew older and wiser, a lot of these things lost their appeal :(
Eating UMUNEDE rice, Bananas and groundnuts during the road trip weren’t such a big deal anymore. Bush hunting and Fruit picking lost their allure. Visiting relatives became a bore. Egwu Onwa nko? Kai! Big, fine, city girl like me? No way,lol!

Ultimately traveling to the Villa became something I stopped looking forward to especially when I grew up to marriage age and was still single. The constant barrage of questions one faced from aunts and uncles were definitely not very pleasant.
“So when are you calling us?”
“When are we drinking your wine? Our throats are parched…blab la bla”
Give me a break y’all for God’s sakes!!!

It’s Xmas period again. Will I be traveling? Yes.
Am I looking forward to it? Not really.
Do I have to? No but I have to respect my parents wish. “You need to go home more so the young men will see you. You know as the Eze's daughter you have to marry from our place” Yeah right! *Eyes rolling*

So guys, this is likely to be my last post this year. I want to wish everyone of you, My Blog Family, my Blog enemies(lol) and my anon readers(yea I know all of you) a Glorious Xmas and wonderful new year 2009.

Santa princesa is in the house with plenty goodies for everyone who has been good this year. All those who have been celibate, raise your hands, Afrobabe…come on put that hand down!lol!

Fake fake things everywhere!

2008-12-05T11:24:00.007+01:00

This is not about bad publicity for Nigeria on my blog (Omo(detergent)no fit wash the dirty wey don stain that name already).

It’s about something that really really irks me to no end.

I'm talking about the fact that we Nigerians hate ourselves so much that we DELIBERATELY sell poison in the form of fake products, expired food products, adulterated stuff and all what not. All in the bid to make money!

This morning, I heard on the radio that some fake tin tomato brand in the market has caused the death of a number of people.

Some weeks back, it was some expired children teething medicine which claimed the lives of so many innocent children.

I ask why?!!!

Why is it that some people do not have any form of conscience at all? I mean, you know fully well that a product is hazardous to your consumers yet you still put it into the market just because of money.

Do they not understand the preciousness of life?

Do they not know that they are going to be answerable to God almighty for their deeds at the last day?

It’s crazy and sad that we have such devilish people in our midst.

May God continue to save us from them, Amen.

Talking about fake products in Naija…

I remember last Xmas, a supplier working with my company had given me a gift for Xmas- A carton of Eva bottled juice.

Na so I happy carry my Eva bottled juice go house.

I don dey imagine how I go put the drink for fridge…

How I go take enjoy my chilled Eva juice and Xmas cake,lol!

I even used the drink to do longathroat for my brother, :)

Anyway, fast forward to the day I wanted to enjoy my chilled Eva drink.

First thing I noticed was the cork.

It wasn’t the usual wooden cork. This one was rubber.

I shrugged it off thinking maybe the producers had changed the cork.

So I opened the drink. Annn…aaaa…No popping sound? The thing just open like say na bottle of water I open.

I started suspecting the drink...

But still, I was determined that nothing was coming between me and my chilled Eva drink,lol!

Na so I pour the thing inside glass

No bubbly, no nothing…Aannn…annn!!!

Afraid catch me o but I say na lie! Na me and dis drink today!

So I raised the glass to my mouth.

Kai!!! Chai!!! Ptwaaa!!!

I spat it out

Na Zobo this people carry pour inside bottle abi wetin?

The stuff had a horrid taste.

OMG!!! I was disappointed.

I had to open all the other bottles in the carton and pour away the contents while enduring my brother’s annoying laughter.

“He he he, you no drink your Eva juice again? He he he…”

The thing pain me no be small. Na so person for drink poison say im dey drink juice.

A note of warning to all those buying bottled drinks this Xmas especially Eva Juice.

Don’t buy those ones they sell on the road along Apongbon o! Make sure you buy from the importers/distributors or reputable supermarkets.

Bad people plenty!

Okay still on fake products in this our obodo Nigeria.

Wow! Am really in the mood for gist abi? lol!

This one is directed to my peeps in Lasgidi.

Have you noticed those guys selling Harpic toilet cleaner, Morning fresh liquid wash or Car wash in traffic?

You must have sha. Them plenty everywhere.

Those guys are major crooks o!

All those stuff they sell are big time Fake and adulterated products.

Sometimes you buy Harpic or Morning Fresh and you find that it is just Omo or bar soap dissolved in water.

My younger brother bought one of ‘em Liquid car wash they sell in traffic.

The poor boy emptied almost half of the fake car wash inside bucket of water yet the thing no gree foam.

This is a brand of car wash that usually requires you to use only a capful to one bucket of water o!

When I asked him how much he bought it. He replied “N200”

I laughed. “You see yourself? Something wey dem dey sell for N350 na im you buy for N200. You dey find cheap thing…now you do see am!”

Now, that is one way they trap their unsuspecting customers.

Ridiculously cheap prices!

This is where I blame the people who buy those fake things.

You know the market price of something is a lot higher that what you are been offered by those boys in traffic yet you still go ahead and buy thinking you had gotten a great bargain.

Ha ha ha…
Yes you have indeed gotten a great bargain of ‘Gbanjo’ (Fake) product!

Two days ago, I was in the car with my elder brother heading home and as usual we were stuck in traffic.

One Harpic seller passed by the car holding up his fake Harpic

“Madam, buy Harpic…”
I turned to my brother. “Bros, you know say all this Harpic wey them dey sell for Traffic na Fake?”
“How you take know?” he asked.
“For one, the price of the small size Harpic in the supermarket is about N280- N300 but these guys can sell for as low as N100. Which kain Harpic be that one? Even the company price no be N100”
He didn’t quite believe me so I said “Oya just watch and see…Hey!” I beckoned to the Harpic guy.

He quickly ran to the car. I wound down the window.
“How much you dey sell your Harpic?”
“Madam, na N280”
“N280 ke! Some thing wey dem dey sell N120??”
“N120? For where? Madam, you know the price na…Na N280 for everywhere even for market. Oya pay N250”
“Me I no pay any N250 0! Na N120 I get”
I made to wound up the window and he stopped me.
“Oya na how many you want buy?"
“Na one na! Na only one toilet I get”
“Okay bring money”
“Make I pay N120?”
“Yes, bring money”

He shoved the bottle of Harpic at me.
I thought quickly. This had been too easy. I didn’t want to buy and I had to get myself out of the situation fast. I no want make person pour spit for my face.

So I turned to my brother and mumbled some words to him. Then turned back to the guy at the window.
“Eh ya…sorry o…my husband talk say im don buy one yesterday…”
I hadn’t completed the sentence before the guy hissed and walked away.

My brother laughed. “So he agreed to sell for N120?”
“Didnt i tell you? ”

So to end this long post.
Lesson: Please be careful what you buy in this Naija cos plenty plenty fake thing full everywhere. It’s even worse when it’s something you are taking in like food or drugs.
So many have lost their lives this way.
Please be careful.

Happy Weekend everyone!

I' M A CRITICAL CASE...LOL!

2008-12-01T11:37:00.003+01:00

You know your case has become critical when…

…during family morning prayer, it’s your mum’s turn to pray and she goes:

“Father God, King of kings and lord of lords.
I commit my daughter, princesa into your hands.
Father, this year shall not pass her by.
Before the first quarter of next year, she must be in her husband’s house.
Dear God, she has to make a choice from all these guys hovering around.
Her mates are in their husband’s house and her case will never be different.
Give her a man to call her own, this we pray through Jesus Christ, our lord.

AMEN!!!!!(A very loud chorus from the rest of the family)

God dem don give me deadline o, come and show yourself, lol!

On a serious note now.

My friends, I want to ask these questions...

Do I have to marry a man just because he is asking for my hand?

Don't I have a right to desire certain qualities in the man i'll call my husband?

Why can't people understand this?

Why do I have to be called, "Choosy' because I want what I want?

Afterall, if I didnt meet the man's desires in his future wife, he wouldn't even propose to me.

Abeg...I believe I also have the right to what I desire.

Chikena!!!

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On another note, today's the first day of December which means Xmas is only 24 days away,Yipee...yay...yay!!!!

Dear friends, as we prepare for the celebrations and Xmas activities, let us not forget the reason for the season which is the marking of Our Lord's coming.
This letter says it all.

XMAS LETTER FROM JESUS
As you well know, we are getting closer to my birthday.
Every year there is a celebration in my honor and I know that this year the celebration will be repeated.
During this time there are many people shopping for gifts, there are many radio announcements, TV commercials, and in every part of the world everyone is talking that my birthday is getting closer and closer.
It is really very nice to know, that at least once a year, some people think of me. As you know, the celebration of my birthday began many years ago.
At first people seemed to understand and be thankful of all that I did for them, but in these times, no one seems to know the reason for the celebration.
Family and friends get together and have a lot of fun, but they don't understand the meaning of the celebration. I remember that last year there was a great feast in my honor. The dinner table was full ofdelicious foods, pastries, fruits, assorted nuts and chocolates. The decorations were exquisite and there were many, manybeautifully wrapped gifts.
But, do you want to know something? I wasn't invited. I was the guest of honor and they didn't remember to send me an invitation. The party was for me, but when that great day came, I was left outside, they closed the door in my face...and I wanted to be with them and share their table.
In truth, that didn't surprise me because in the last few years all close their doors to me.
Since I wasn't invited, I decided to enter the party without making any noise. I went in and stood in a corner. They were all drinking; there were some who were drunk and telling jokes and laughing at everything. They were having a grand time.
To top it all, this big fat man all dressed in red wearing a long whitebeard entered the room yelling Ho-Ho-Ho! He seemed drunk. He sat on thesofa and all the children ran to him, saying: "Santa Claus, Santa Claus" as if the party were in his honor!
At midnight all the people began to hug each other; I extended my arms waiting for someone to hug me and do you know no-one hugged me. Suddenly they all began to share gifts. They opened them one by one with great expectation. When all had been opened, I looked to see if, maybe,there was one for me.
What would you feel if on your birthday everybody shared gifts and you did not get one? I then understood that I was unwanted at that party and quietly left. Every year it gets worse. People only remember the gifts, the parties, toeat and drink, and nobody remembers me. I would like this Christmas that you allow me to enter into your life. I would like that you recognize the fact that almost two thousand years ago I came to this world to give my life for you, on the cross, to save you.
Today, I only want that you believe this with all your heart. I want to share something with you. As many didn't invite me to their party, I will have my own celebration, a grandiose party that no one has ever imagined, a spectacular party.
I'm still making thefinal arrangements...today I am sending out many invitations and there is an invitation for you. I want to know if you wish to attend and I will make a reservation for youand write your name with golden letters in my great guest book.
Only those on the guest list will be invited to the party. Those who don't answer the invite, will be left outside. Be prepared because when all is ready you will be part of my great party.
See you soon.

I Love you!
JESUS.

So I am an honest blogger...

2008-11-19T11:37:00.009+01:00

I got this in my Inbox this morning.

Very important piece of Info for married couples and people in serious relationships.

It spoke to me, I hope it does to you too.

Check it out!

Cultivating a Beautiful Marriage

Micca Monda Campbell

Have you ever secretly compared your husband to another man or your wife to another woman? Perhaps you've wished they were more thoughtful, spiritual, or a better dresser like "so-and-so."
If so, let me reassure you. The grass is not greener on the other side. Trust me. That man you've got your eye on doesn't clip his toenails either. Nor does that woman rub her man's feet while feeding him grapes after a long day of work.
Your spouse and mine are the people we fell in love with. No, they're not perfect. Maybe all they need is a bit of tender loving care. Instead of comparing and complaining about our partner's shortcomings, you and I should try nurturing our mates lovingly in the area they need most. We might be surprised by the results.
I heard an encouraging story about an attractive millionaire who married an ordinary woman. The marriage instantly became the talk of the town.
"Why would he marry her when he could have any woman he wanted?" The people whispered among themselves. "It won't last. She's just no good enough for him."
The man took the ordinary woman away for six months on an exotic honeymoon. When he returned, there appeared to be another woman on his arm. She walked with confidence and poise. The countenance of her face glowed with beauty.
"Now that's the kind of woman a handsome man should be with," announced the town's biggest loud mouth.
As the happy couple causally strolled past the gossipmonger, she got a closer look. To her surprise, it wasn't someone new holding the gentlemen's arm at all. It was the average woman he had married months ago--completely transformed!
The wise millionaire had taken his common bride away and nurtured her inward beauty. He lovingly spoke positive and encouraging words to her day and night until she believed she was beautiful. The once ordinary woman now carries herself with confidence and exudes the exquisiteness that her husband saw in her all along.
His secret, you ask? He took time to care for and fertilize her confidence until she grew into the grandeur display she was always meant to be.
You and I shouldn't dream about taking off our shoes and walking around on the neighbors' grass. Instead, we should try fertilizing our own yard. We might be surprised how it blossoms into a thing of beauty.

QUICK PRAYER
Dear Lord, Thank you for my mate. Protect my thoughts and help me to see them as I once did. I'm not perfect either. I don't want to judge my spouse. Instead, I want to encourage them to be all they can be. Today, I will put away any discontentment, any anger, and any lustful thoughts toward another, and work at building a beautiful relationship that brings joy to our marriage and glory to Your Name, Amen.
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Some time ago, 30+ gave me an award- CERTIFIED HONEST BLOGGER.

Thanks for the award babes. It feels good to learn that someone thinks my blog is honest enough to earn an award. É se ooo...
So i'm supposed to pass the award to seven other bloggers who i think are honest bloggers. Here goes...

Diary of a G
Kpakpando
Omosewa
Pammy
Exschoolnerd
Castle Queen
Andy

So guys, the rule is this- pass on the award to seven other bloggers, you hear? E..hen!
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IMAGINE!!!

SEE WHAT YOUR LEADERS WERE UP TO AT THE UN SUMMIT...

While others were deliberating on energy and power, they were sleeping.
While others were deliberating on economic development, they were sleeping.
While others deliberated on food security, they were asleep.
When they fixed interest rate on debtor's (African) loans, our leaders were asleep.
While others deliberated on conflict resolution through dialogue our representatives were already snoring.

They only woke up, to support motion for adjournment and signed the communiqué.
Of course!, they need rest, they worked tirelessly back home clamping down their opponents and critics. They had spent the previous night strategising on the next move to subdue their opponents.

Back home airports were closed 2hrs before their arrival, motor-ways were blocked 1hr ahead, Armed Policemen stood guard 8hrs before arrival. Rented crowd clamoured under sun to cheer them up.

WHAT DID THEY BRING HOME?

I got the above in my mail too and if it's true then its a BIG shame, the kind of leaders we have in Africa!

Lastly, afronuts asked to see some more animal pics from the Zoo in Abidjan.

BIENVENUÉ ABIDJAN

2008-11-10T16:01:00.080+01:00

I hadn’t planned to travel to Abidjan. The plan was- take a one week trip to Ghana with a friend. The friend I was supposed to go with backed out at the last minute and I was faced with two choices-go on alone to Ghana and hope to have fun or accept another friend’s invite to Abidjan and be assured that I would definitely have loads of fun. Of course I went for the latter option, if na you nko?

So on Wednesday, 29th October, off I went to Abidjan, Cote d’ivoire.

The flight was okay except for some mild travel sickness. Unfortunately I am one of those people who suffer from that condition-Nausea and discomfort while traveling especially long distance(road) and air travel(even if it’s a 5 mins flight).

The plane had to do a stopover at Ghana so the flight took longer than usual, finally we arrived Abidjan in one piece. At the Immigrations inspection point, there was this hard faced immigrations officer checking passports. He would glance at the passports and either wave you on or ask you to step to the side. I was last in line cos I had taken my time to get down from the plane after everyone else since I was still feeling woozy and nauseous after the flight. When he got to my turn, hard faced immigration guy took one glance at the passport and waved me to the side where a group of about seven guys were already waiting. I was surprised, Imagine! Fine babe no pimples like me na im this man dey ask to wait behind ke? Oya make we dey see wetin go happen. The worst part be say if it comes to speaking french once e don pass Je m’appelle Princesa and Je suis Nigeriané, make dem just forget me o!

Fortunately, at the same moment when the immigration guy asked us to follow him, this guy surfaces from nowhere and walks up to me, “Princesa?” I nodded. He introduced himself to me in English. He worked in the airport and my friend had asked him to assist me through the customs processes cos he knew how difficult the guys could get at times. I was relieved to say the least and I asked him where we were been taken to cos by now we were been led away by the immigrations officers. He informed me that we were going to be searched and the guys were Anti-Drug officers. I asked him if I looked like a drug pusher. The guy chuckled and reassured me that it was just protocol and we would be out of there in no time.

The hard faced rummaged through my bag as if he kept something in there. In my mind, I was thinking “You go soon see the thing wey go make you blind, dey search well well” Maybe he could read my mind cos it didn’t take too long before he zipped my bag close and handed it back to me.

Outside the arrival lounge, my friend K was waiting. On our drive home, I noticed the city was clean, the roads were okay, definitely not as bad as ours here in Naija. The traffic was light and soon we were in Riviera where my friend lived.

When we got home, there was a full house waiting to receive the visitor from Nigeria. His sister-in-law had prepared a sumptuous dish of Jellof rice, Coleslaw and beef which I dug into after my shower.
I was exhausted from my trip so I hit the bed straightaway after eating.

DAY 2.
I woke up quite early. This may have been due to the fact that I had gone to bed early the previous day or maybe it was cos I was used to waking up early to go to work. Then again, it could have been because of the one-hour time difference(Nigeria is one hour ahead of Abidjan). Whatever the reason was, I was up and everyone else was still sleeping so I went to wake up my host but I got “Girl, go back to sleep okay…it’s still too early”

So although I was impatient to discover the city of Abidjan, I had to patiently wait for the others to get up so I sat in bed watching the latest on my adopted brother Barack Obama and the US elections on CNN.

Soon everyone was up and we had breakfast and I got to ready to start my tour of the city. Thankfully my host is self-employed so he didn’t have to report to the office. We are accompanied by his sister-in-law, Chy who only recently moved to Abidjan from Nigeria and hasn’t been around very much.

At the point, let me inform you guys that unlike Lagos, Abidjan is not a very large City. It comprises of these main areas- COCODY, DEUX PLATEAUX, MARCORY, PLATEAU, RIVIERA, TREICHVILLE, ZONE 3, ZONE 4/BIETRY, ADJAME, PORT BOUET.

Our first stop was SOCOCE (pronounced SA-KO-ZAY). SOCOCE is a shopping mall located in Deux Plateaux (pronounced Day-Platoo) The shopping malls are called Galleria/Gallery by the locals. I learn from my friends that Abidjan peeps love the Galleries a lot and most of their shopping are done in the malls.

So we snoop around the malls. My sparse knowledge of French comes into play here as the number one french phrase I remember from my secondary school days is “Combien?”(meaning How much?) When the shop owners rattle off in French, I quickly go “Je ne comprend pas…Tu parle anglais?” (meaning I don’t understand…do you speak English) Almost always, I get a shake of the head and the reply “Non, Un peu…un peu” (“No, small…small”). At this point I let K or Chy his sis-in-law take over the conversation. Am surprised at how fast Chy has been able to pick up the language in the short while she has been in Abidjan. She almost rattles off as well as the Ivoriens.

We buy a few things at the sports shop, have lunch at a restaurant in the mall then head over to CAP SUD, another gallery located in Zone 4(Quatre).

We basically do the same things here, snoop around the malls, buy some stuff, and take photographs.

Then we drive around the city for a while before heading back home so as to beat the evening traffic.

DAY 3
This morning, it rained but I wasn’t deterred. No rain was going to stop me from traipsing round the city. Soon though, the rain faded to a light drizzle and once again we took off, this time me, my host, K and a friend of his.
We drove round the city, had lunch at a fast food place-Castle Fried Chicken in Zone 4/BIETRY.

Then we went to PRIMA, another Gallerie in Zone 4. Snooped round the shops, bought some stuff. Things are really expensive in Abidjan, anytime I asked for the amount of something and was told the cost in CFA(their local currency), I did the conversion to Naira in my head and I came to the conclusion that their stuffs were more expensive than in Nigeria. The exchange rate is N1 to 4CFA. The average cost of a good quality top in Abidjan is about 30,000CFA which is around N7,500.

After PRIMA, we headed to SORIRE D’ANGE, a lingerie shop located in Plateaux. The owner of the shop is a friend of K’s and he had talked so much about her that I decided to check out her stuff. I didn’t find anything I liked there or rather the costs were just simply outrageous. Even when K offered to pay I just wouldn’t allow him waste his money like that. I couldn’t imagine paying 50,000CFA for a Brassiere, when no be gold them take make the bra!lol!

We got back on the road, cruising around. I bought some Bole(roasted plantain) on the road. Did I mention that this is a very popular in Abidjan? I saw many Bole Sellers all over the place and I learnt from my friends that Ivoriens love Plantains and they eat a lot of it from fried plantains to plantain chips to roasted plantain to boiled plantains to pounded plantain, just name it!
And plantains are so so cheap over there! If I lived in Abidjan, I would eat plantain every day, oh yes I am a plantain lover!

The last place we visited was the Phone Village. It is similar to our own computer village in Lagos except that it is much smaller. Do I need to tell you that the prices were also crazy! Almost twice the cost of what the phones were going for in Naija. I couldn’t understand why they were that expensive.

Food stuffs and locally manufactured stuff in Abidjan are relatively cheap compared to Naija but imported goods like clothing, accessories, phones, computers are really expensive. K explained that the Taxes paid on the imported goods are very high which is why they are that expensive.

DAY 4
Today, I went out with K and Chy. We parked our car somewhere in Plateaux and decided to walk. It was fun.

We saw some really nice artworks displayed on the road. Haggled with the sellers, not like we really wanted to buy but we just wanted to know how much they were going for.
We took some photographs around the city then headed to BLOCKHAUSS. This was the area where the real indigenes of Abidjan lived, you know like the Isale Eko peeps of Lagos Island.
We went to this popular local joint where they serve seafoods(crabs, snails, Fish). At first I was apprehensive cos of the setting but I really enjoyed the meal. The snail was amazing.

The roasted fish and Acheké too was something else. Acheke(couscous) is to the Ivorian what Garri is the the Nigerian. I learnt that everywhere they go, their Acheké goes with them,lol!

We went to talk to the women preparing the meal and they were very warm and friendly, I even helped turn the Acheké on Fire. The women found it very funny.

From there we headed to Hotel Ivoire in Cocody. The biggest hotel in Cote d’Ivoire. I

It is a Five Star hotel although it has lost some of its shine due to poor maintenance. We looked round the hotel, had some drinks, took some photos and headed back home.

Day 5

Today we packed up our stuff and headed for the beach-GRAND BASSAM beach. We spent practically the whole day on the beach having fun, playing, eating and just generally lazing under the sun.

Later at night we went clubbing. Visited different clubs and finally settled at a strip club, yea, you heard right, A STRIP CLUB and No! I don’t have an addiction for strip clubs yet,lol! Just that after my first strip club experience in Naija, I was curious to see how things were ran there in Abidjan.
There weren’t many people at the strip club which was surprising to me cos the last one I visited in Nigeria was very rowdy and jam-packed. K informed me that Abidjan people were tired of the strip clubs and it wasn’t a big deal to them anymore which was why the place was almost empty.
The owner of the club was a friend to K and he offered to ask one of the girls to give me a complimentary lap dance on the house. I didn’t see no harm in it so I accepted. Next thing I knew about five almost nude girls swamped me, one of them pushing her arse in my face, the other dragged my hand to her boobs. The one dancing suddenly reached for my top to pull it down, na then I know say wahala don land. No be person tell me to take cover. Chy laughed at me “Shey na u want lap dance, oya why you dey run now?”

I replied “Nne I wanted lap dance, I didn’t ask to be raped!”
At about 4am, we headed for home.

Day 6

Chy and I decided it was going to be a day for the girls and where else do the girls head to if not to the market to do some serious shopping. We headed to the Grandé Marche(Big market) in Adjame. The market reminded me of Oshodi market in Lagos.

I went with 100,000CFA which is about N25,000 and I planned to purchase some of the local fabric(Woodin) and I was pleasantly surprised to find that It was a lot cheaper than in Nigeria so I purchased quite a lot to give to family and friends when I get back to Nigeria. I also bought some lovely ivory beads and some local slippers.

We also planned to make soup for the house so we went to the food stuffs section. Again it was refreshing to find how cheap the foodstuffs were. We even bought 3 huge bunches of plantains for 600CFA(about N150). That would be impossible in Nigeria!

I also showed some of my razzness according to Chy. I didn’t think they were crazy. I was just having fun the best way I knew how even if it meant being called a razz babe,lol!
I drank Coconut juice by the roadside, bought some local roadside sharwarma,lol! It was actually roasted meat on sticks(somewhat like suya) and hard rock-like bread. I saw people queing up for it and I thought to myself, “This thing wey dem dey rush like this go sweet o”, lol! I ended up not liking it so much.

We also bought some fruits. There was this guy making fresh pineapple juice. You pick out a pineapple and he peels it and squeeze out the juice for you. I couldn’t wait for all that long process so I bought a bottle of already squeezed juice for 700CFA. I really enjoyed it when I drank it at home(Nooo, I didn’t drink it in the market, my razzness get level na,lol!)

After hours of shopping we headed home. We couldn’t do anymore touring that day cos we had to cook soup for the house.

Oh! I forgot to mention we took taxis for the first time. Abidjan taxis! Those people dey use better motor dey do taxi for there o and they charged us 1500CFA (About N350) which is quite cheap if you consider that they buy a litre of petrol for up to 800CFA (about N200).

Day 7
Today, we had a full tour team. K, K’s pal, T(K’s nephew), Chy and I.

We headed for the University De Cocody, Abidjan. The university was okay, nothing fantastic. We walked around, took some shots and left for PRIMA cos K had to fix his laptop there.
As usual, Chy and I went browsing the shops looking for deals but found none. We stopped for some ice-cream at some point too.

As soon as K was through, we left for home but stopped on the way for some Abidjan Suya. They don’t prepare their Suya like we do in Naija. The meat is boiled in a huge metal pot from which customers make their choice(liver, beef, Shaki, e.t.c). the meat is chopped into bits and served with pepper, tomatoes and onions. It tasted good though.

Day 8
I call this the Chinese day.
Left the house at about noon to a Chinese restaurant in Zone 4(Did I mention Zone 4 is the happening place in Abidjan?).

Enjoyed the meal-Rice and Fish in sauce.
After the meal we headed to a massage parlour, also in Zone 4 where I got the best massage I’ve ever gotten in my life from a Chinese Masseuse.

It was a very relaxing experience and all I wanted to do afterwards was just sleep but my friend K had other plans.
He wanted to buy me a gift at the Gallery. A new phone. He had yabbed my faithful Nokia 3110c which I love very much and felt a big girl like me needed a classy phone(his own words o!)
So I went along. Free thing dey sweet now,lol!
I chose a Nokia N95 but the price was crazy. Almost 50% more than the cost in Nokia Store, Nigeria so I opted to take the money in cash and purchase the phone when I get back in Naija. They graciously agreed.

We did a lil’more shop snooping and picture snapping before we finally left for home.

On our way out of the Galleria, I saw this awesome sight in the sky.

I just had to take a shot. Don't know what it was though.

Day 9
This was my last day in Abidjan. My flight back to Nigeria was scheduled for 7.45pm Abidjan time so I still had plenty time to look around. K decided to take me to the Zoo. Okay rather, I bullied him into taking me,lol!

The Zoo was fun. I saw animals I had only read of in books. Elephants, Lions, camels, Crocodiles, Panthers, Hyenas, Gorillas e.t.c.

From the Zoo, we went to Cocody market. I wanted to do some last minute shopping and K had assured me I would get lots of nice African print shirts, dresses and accessories to give out as gifts when I get back to Nigeria.

I wasn’t disappointed. I spent all the money I had on me in that market. Would have even bought more stuff if I had more money. Shopamaniac like me,lol!

Had to go back home to take a nap before heading to the airport.

At about 6pm, we left for the airport. I had mixed feelings; I was sad cos I had to leave but was also happy that I made the trip to Abidjan.

It was one wonderful experience I would never forget!

LIVE FROM ABIDJAN!

2008-11-04T20:09:00.005+01:00

Hey Fellas. Whats up?!!!

Your girl is dropping this post live from Abidjan in between having Maadddddddd funnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!

Just wanted to holla so you guys know I haven't forgotten you at all. I should be back in Naija very soon so keep ur fingers crossed...plenty gists and pics for you guys!

Till then, I leave you with this...

Lots of love-

princesa.

Una Weldone o...I still dey.

2008-10-22T12:30:00.003+01:00

My people, una welldone o!
I know its been quite a while I was here but I have really been busy with planning my elder brother’s wedding, his wife has had to be in job training all this while and can only get out on Thursday(tomorrow) so yours truly has been doing all the running around(it’s almost as if I am the one who is wedding) not to add my ever demanding job.
Thankfully the wedding is this weekend. I can’t wait for it to be done and over with so I can commence my well-deserved holiday. Am thinking of doing Abidjan instead of Accra, not sure yet though.

My leave starts tomorrow and it’s supposed to last for 3weeks even though my boss has been seriously insisting that I go for only 2 weeks. I have told him that one no fit happen o! This girl needs a break abeg! God forbid, if anything happens to me tomorrow, work continues abi?

Sadly I won’t be able to spend so much time on my vacation cos I have to be back in Naija before the 8th of November. Got two cousins who are wedding on that day and both of them have been threatening thunder and brimstone if I don’t show up at their ceremony. How I want take divide myself into two now? I no know o! They are not even happening in the same town so I can’t even attend the church ceremony of one and the reception party of the other.
God help me,lol!

Sorry I got to cut this post short cos I got lots to attend to. You know today’s my last day at work before my leave and it’s almost as if Mr. Boss wants to take all he can get out of me before I go.

Catch y’all larer!

PS: On a last note, na wa for some peeps o! Sometime ago, I left a comment a blogger’s comment section telling him to e-mail me cos we needed to talk about something only to see a mail in my inbox today( told y’all I haven’t been online in ages) from one strange person asking me what my relationship with the blogger was.
No so possessiveness level don reach now? Abeg o! Miss strange lady, if you are reading (cos I sure say u go don trace me come my blog) nothing dey between us o(Not that I even owe you an explanation). My armpit dey clean,lol!

One advice tho, pls do something about ur insecurities, it aint sexy!

RAMBLING ON STUFF.

2008-10-02T12:28:00.005+01:00

THIS POST IS DEDICATED TO DESPERATE LADY & DAMMY FOR SHOWING CONCERN AT MY LONG ABSENCE.
THE REST OF UNA, MSWHISSS….
Lol! Just kidding before some people begin vex. I heart you all jare, wetin I go do without una?

So what’s good people?
It’s been a really looooooooooooooong minute since I last posted or even had time to read posts. It is not deliberate tho cos if I had my way, I would probably be on blogger every minute of the day but Cést nes pas possible!(NDQ, I try abi?lol!).
I get so busy(and tired) at times that writing even the shortest post is almost impossible. These days, I’m beginning to ask myself if am actually cut out for a Nine-five job. Now,don’t get me wrong, I really do love my job but I know the conditions could still be better. Anyway, God dey. I know he has so many great plans to perfect in my life and soon they will start to manifest. Amen!

Thank God for the Sallah and Indepence holidays. I had the much needed rest I desperately craved. My body was almost getting used to the whole waking up by 10am in the morning that it was very difficult dragging it out of bed this morning. If I had my way, the holiday should have lasted up till the weekend. Lazy bones, yea yea,lol!

GHANA TRIP
So I'm going on a well deserved work leave very soon(30+, shout Alleluya!). It’s about time jare, I need it badly. Am thinking of traveling to Ghana. Everyone seems to be traveling there these days. Why is this so sef? Is it cos it’s a cheaper alternative than heading to the Carribeans? Or is it truly a traveler’s delight? Make una tell me o.
Anyway, I have never been there before and as I no get money to go Carribean abi na Bahamas(YES! That is my reason,lol!), I go settle for Ghana at least that will mean One more African country visited. I just hope it is as nice as is touted by people who have been there.
So is anyone interested in a Trip to Ghana in the middle of October? It will be cool to have company. If there are up to ten interested people, we could actually hire a tour bus from one of these transport companies and make it a fun road trip. What say u guys? Anyone up for adventure? Hit me up!

WIFE BATTERY
There is something, I struggle to understand up till now and that is the issue of Wife battery. No matter how much I try to rationalize it, I still can’t fathom why a man would take delight in practicing his boxing skills on his poor wife who he promised to love and cherish on God’s altar and in the presence of other people.
I choose to see it as a lack of self esteem and honour in such a man. He who lays his hands on a woman is not worthy to be called a man, period!

Funny enough, you find some single men, well advanced into their forties who when they finally decide to settle down, decide to pick a small 20 years old girl to marry. Why do they do this? Well most times, because they want someone they can bully around. Someone who will address them as Sir! Someone who will kneel down to greet them when they return from work. Someone who cannot speak out her mind for fear of being dashed one slap. That is the kind of wife they want. Tell me why else would a 40 something years old man go and marry a 19 year old girl? Love? Spare me!

There is this young lady in my church choir. Very pretty lady. I won’t say we are friends but we are kinda close. She is around 31 years and married. I always assumed she was recently married and maybe had a kid or two but she informed me sometime last week that she had five kids(her first daughter is 12). She had gotten married when she was only 19 years. I was stunned and could only mouth “WOW” as I looked at her in wonder. You couldn’t tell by her physique that she had a child not to talk of 5. Some peeps are really blessed.

Anyway, to get to the main Koko of the gist.
A few days ago, at practice, I noticed she had this blood spot in her right eye. LG, you know that kind of blood spot you got when you got into a fight with Fineboyagbero? You understand now abi? Okay. LOL!!!!
So the first thought that came to my head when I noticed her eye was “Ha! I hope this nice lady does not have a wife batterer for a husband?” That kind of bruise is usually gotten from a hard blow or slap to the face.
At first I didn’t want to ask but I guess my curiosity got the better of me(yes, I can be a gbegborun like that, Call it my journalistic tendencies,lol!).
So after choir practice, I asked her “Sister, what happened to your eye?
“Oh my eye? It’s my little kid o. He mistakenly put his finger in my eye” She replied.
I nodded. I didn’t quite buy the story but I didn’t prod further, wetin be my own? I just hoped she was telling the truth. I would really hate for her to be a wife battery victim.

Sadly, a lot of women are going through hellish marriages but they would rather die in silence than speak out. They prefer to present the picture of the perfect family to outsiders so they endure the physical and mental abuse rather than leave the marriage.
May God help them.

RESIGNATION FEVER
So Thabo Mbeki, South African President has resigned from office. Good for South Africans.
I only wish this resignation fever can catch some of our good-for-nothing leaders here in Naija. I havn’t ever heard of a Nigerian politician who voluntarily resigned out of office. Even when everyone is clamouring for them to leave, they prefer to sit tight and wait till they are forced out. Take the case of Former Madam speaker, Etteh for example. Not until someone died in teh house did she decide to resign. People and power!

In my office, the resignation fever seems to be spreading too. Just last month, two of our staff resigned. I don’t have any problem with anybody leaving o. After all if me sef I see better place, I go go. The only problem I have is the manner in which they left.

The first one to go- Our receptionist came to me one Friday afternoon to ask for her Video CD. She had lent it to me a few days before but I hadn’t gotten round to seeing it. It was one of them Naija comedy Show videos and I had planned to relax myself with it over the weekend.

I told her I was yet to watch it and would do so over the weekend and return it to her on Monday morning. She refused, saying she too wanted to watch it over the weekend. I said “Haba, but you have seen it before now?” She replied “I know but I want to watch it again this weekend. I’ll give it to you on Monday morning”. I gave her back the VCD only to resume work on Monday to learn that she had resigned the previous Friday.
I was shocked. Why couldn’t she plainly tell me she had resigned and wanted her VCD back cos she wasn’t coming back to the Office. Why pretend about it? We didn’t have any issues as in we were friendly up till she left so why the secrecy? After all it’s not like I was going to stop her from leaving.

They second guy to leave was the guy I shared an office with. We were on cordial terms so I don’t understand why he couldn’t tell me he was resigning. I only learnt about it from my boss a few days before he left. I chose not to ask him anything. I mean, since he decided not to tell me about it, e beta to leave am like that.

Anyway, I guess they have their reasons for leaving the way they left abi?
Na only dog sabi wetin dey scratch am for ear.

FINALLY SBR HAS COME & GONE!

2008-09-16T11:08:00.008+01:00

*big sigh of relief*
Okay so the SBR has come and gone.
It was a good one. I had fun and I believe everyone who attended also did.
Organizing the SBR was no small thing o! In fact at some point I almost gave up on the SBR. I was ready to type an apologetic post informing everyone that the SBR was not going to hold anymore but then I stopped myself at the last moment. I said to myself, Princesa you can do this. Even if no body offers to help, you can still push it through. And I did, thank God!

The SBR wasn’t my idea. It was Chari who brought up it up and asked that I help with the organizing. I graciously accepted thinking that I was only going to be helping him out not knowing that bobo had other plans. He practically dumped the responsibility on my shoulders and went AWOL! Me and my high sense of responsibility (I need to start learning how to be irresponsible o), I now had to juggle organizing SBR with my already cramped busy work life. It wasn’t easy but it was worth it at the end. Seeing all those lovely people happy and having fun made it worth the stress. We don’t get to unwind everyday and when the opportunity comes to do so, it’s best to try to enjoy one’s self thoroughly. Like I always say, life is too short for starchy ways abeg!

I want to thank everyone that contributed to the success of this event. Those that contributed in cash, those that gave their moral support, those that attended even those that promised to be there but didn’t show up, una sef try well well.

For those asking to see pics. I'll post the link as soon as i finish uploading the pics.

That is if others don't have any qualms. No tagging tho!

The D-Day is tomorrow!

2008-09-12T17:11:00.005+01:00

The D-Day is tomorrow o...

The Summer Bloggers Reunion beach party.

All is set and all that's left is for you guys to show up.

Blogger, Blog reader, Anonymous, whichever class you fall into, you are invited!

Don't be told. If you are in lagos tomorrow, come have fun with others at Alpha beach.

Me, I have kukuma bought a new pair of dancing flipflops so whether una come or not, Princesa is gonna rock that party live!

Time: 2pm-6pm

Venue: ALPHA Beach

NO GATE FEES!

MINI-UPDATE

2008-09-08T14:19:00.004+01:00

Hello people!
It’s another new week again and once again, It’s back to the bump ‘n grind. Here’s wishing everone a happy and fulfilled new week. May all your dreams and wishes for this week come to pass in Jesus’s name, can I get a big AMEN somebody???

Last weekend was good.
I attended the wedding of two dear bloggers. Anibodude and Nikkisab. It was a very lovely wedding and the couple looked really splendid. The rocking nko? That one was something else o! Those two can really boogie sha...
Sorry I cant put up the pics I took at the wedding at least not without the permission of the couple and as far as I know, right now they are on their honeymoon so you’ve got to wait till they return :)

The SBR is still scheduled to hold on Saturday, September 13th at Alpha beach, Lagos. Some bloggers have paid and those that are yet to make payment, Please try to make ur contributions before the end of Tuesday September 9th to enable us make the necessary payments.

On the other hand, we understand say ‘condition fit no dey level’ for some people and they may not be able to pay their own contributions so we want to let you all know that everyone is invited to the beach even if you paid or not. Only that those who do not pay will not have the T-shirts.

Please come along with friends and relatives. The more the merrier.
Don’t forget to come with your refreshments o!

Those wey dey fear, no fear jare...nothing dey happen!

See u at the beach on Saturday!

PS: Stuck, Smaragd, Poetically tinted, wetin dey happen na???

My birthday weekend.

2008-09-01T15:56:00.006+01:00

Thank you to every one who called me/sent a text message or dropped a line on this blog and Facebook to wish me a happy birthday. You guys made me feel really special and I really appreciate you all.

So now am officially XXyrs and a day older,lol! Wetin una wan hear? You know how it is now…a girl does not reveal her age ;)

Okay so you really…desperately want to know?

IT FEELS REALLY GOOD TO BE 21!!!! (Na Doctor Naps talk am o!)

Lol! I wish abi?

Wouldn’t it be nice to be 21 again?!!

And be free of all the “So when are you calling us…our throat don dry finish o” pressure,lol!

The ironic thing is that when I was actually that young as in late teens and early twenties, I used to inflate my age and increase it by at least 3 years more. Now that am as old as I used to wish I was, am beginning to feel that 21yrs sounds a lot sexier.
See my life,lol!

Anyway, birthday’s gone now and do I feel older? Naaa!!!!

What did I get up to? Plenty!!!

My birthday celebrations started Friday night.

I went with a couple of friends to a strip club. Yea you read right…A STRIP CLUB!

Me, good girl princesa in a strip club. Hard to imagine abi?lol!

I mean it’s like the craziest thing I have done this year. My friends(they are guys) felt my life was too dull and needed some spicing up so they decided to take me to a strip club. Crazy friends right? I should do away with them really,lol!

Chari, I think it’s the same strip club you went to some time ago. Bad boy!

Okay so I went to this strip club.

It was one crazy experience for real.

I didn’t believe my friends when they told me the girls got all starkers and displayed their dancing skills (more like ass wriggling) skills in their birthday suits but lo and behold, when I got there, it was as real as my B.B Cassia watch(I just had to say that,lol!...got it for my birthday from a darling pal).

Okay as I was saying before I digressed.

I was stunned to see all that was going down at the place. Pretty, well endowed girls that could easily win any beauty pageant demeaning themselves like that. It was crazy! Truly, I was embarrassed for them.

For a token fee of as low as N200(yea, I actually witnessed this) a guy could press some boobs, put his fingers in ‘some ‘ places, get a ‘skin to skin’ lap dance and even a quickie on the spot.

Woah!

I think I was like the only babe in that joint who wasn’t there for ‘business’. There was this babe who was sitting on the laps of this guy. She was wearing a gown and I kinda assumed that she just came to witness like me,lol! I even smiled at her, only to later see same girl, this time, dressed in a skimpy white two piece that left nothing to the imagination. Na that time I realize say I was OYO ‘ On my own’,lol!

Wetin my eye no see that day? Black things, Red things, long things, small things, flat things, full things. Nna meeen…o dikwa very very risky, as my Ibo bros would say.

Am no lesbian but I admit the female anatomy fascinates me. I like admiring female asses and boobs and to be seeing this one live and direct was something else. My friends even asked me if I wanted to draw the vajayjays later with the way I was looking really intently,lol!
They had to practically drag me out of there when it was time to leave,lol!

Anyway, I tried to make up for that one night of craziness by spending my birthday on Sunday with prisoners at the Medium prisons, Kiri-Kiri. (I hope God was appeased,lol!).

Noooo…before you even ask, I didn’t get any toasters this time. For those who don’t understand read this post. Here

On SBR, the responses haven’t been very encouraging o! Una want make this party hold at all????

So far only about four bloggers have paid. Five other bloggers have promised to make payment by tomorrow.

People we’ve got to make this happen o…the more the merrier!

Make una wake up o!!!

PS: I didn't receive any gifts from my darling bloggers. anyway I know some people still dey for market where dem go buy the nice pressies for me. abeg make una hurry up come back,lol!!!!

SUMMER BLOGGERS REUNION

2008-08-27T12:20:00.008+01:00

I know it may seem as though the SBR is not going to hold as scheduled anymore but that is not true. The SBR is still scheduled to hold as planned on the 13th of September,2008 at Alpha beach, Lekki.
The change in dates were due to the fact that we wanted to accommodate a lot of bloggers who complained that the previous dates were not convenient for them however there will be no further change of dates. We are sticking to September 13th.

About 20 bloggers have indicated their interest to attend. We however still want more bloggers to be part of the event. You know what they say, the more the merrier! So if you are going to be in Lagos on that date, do well to come have fun with your counterparts. We consider ourselves one big family here in blogville and activities such as these are meant to help us bond with one another.

Even if you are an anonymous blogger, be rest assured your identity will be protected. Ask those who were at the Naija Bloggers Party last January.

Bloggers can come with their friends and relatives but each person is expected to take care of the refreshment needs of their selves and their guests; in other words, come along with your food and drinks!

Due to the fact that this period is the rainy season, we do not want a situation where party people will get drenched by the rain or something so we are thinking of hiring a large tent on the beach so we have a cover over our heads just in case the heavens decide to bless us with rain.

The hiring of this tent has some financial implications. It is going to cost about N10, 000 to hire the tent for the day.

Then there is the Deejay. We can not overlook the importance of music in any party, can we? Therefore, we need to arrange for a capable Deejay who will give us good music we can dance to. We are estimating that hiring the Deejay will cost us another N15, 000.

There is still the branded T-shirts. This is optional for those who are interested but it will be good if we all can afford to get one since it will also serve as a memorabilia for those of us who attend the SBR.
The T-shirts will cost N1,500 each, very affordable abi?
Below are pics of what they will look like.
GUYS

BABES

So here is the deal.
We do not have a Big time Sponsor therefore every blogger who intends to attend is expected to contribute the sum of N3000. This is to cover the cost of your T-shirt and other expenses(The Tent & The Deejay). We need to get the monies latest by Tuesday September 2nd, 2008. This is to enable us pay for the production of the T-shirts.
Those interested should call 01-7768665 or 01-7611609 for details on how to make payment as well as supplying info on your T-shirt size(small, medium, large, X-large)

Please note that if we are not able to realise enough money to set the party in motion. The party will not be able to hold as planned and a refund for those who have paid will be arranged. Please guys, we can do this. Lets make it work!

Hope to see you at the beach!

Princesa.

SECRET ADMIRER 2

2008-08-21T12:04:00.005+01:00

We weren’t talking. I and the fair boy, so I couldn’t go ask him if he sent the coke and biscuits. I was however very sure he was the one. I must state it here though that your girl wasn’t in the least interested in Fair boy because it was around the same time that I was enjoying the attention of Francis, my first love and my eyes were only for him. Very fair guys weren’t my type anyway,lol!(as if I knew what was my type then). Anyway, the scenario was this. I was being eyed by two guys at the same time. Although Francis hadn’t made his intentions known then, I knew it was him I wanted. Fair boy’s attentions began to irritate me.

Now, Fair boy had this friend who was almost like his shadow. They were always together anytime I saw them. One day, I was standing outside my class doing the usual ‘amebo’(gossiping) with my friends when Fair boy's friend appraoched us.
“Excuse me, can I please talk to you for a minute?” he was looking at me. Nodding my head, I moved away from my friends and we walked to the back of the classroom. My friends looked on inquisitively.
“Okay so?”I wanted him to hurry up. Standing with boys made me self-conscious then.
He didn’t waste much time. He started preaching, yea preaching o! My guy advertised his friend no be small. I got to also learn that fair boy’s name was Ceedee. That he was dying(yes, that was the term they used then) for me didn’t come as a surprise cos I already suspected. Anyway, I told Ceedee’s friend that I wasn’t interested becos I had a boyfriend already(Ha! Small children! We spoil quick o,lol!)
“Is it that tall dark guy, Francis?” he inquired. I could see they had done their homework.
“Yes he is the one. Please tell your friend to leave me alone. I’m not interested” I replied.
Finally, when he realized I wasn’t going to budge, he left and I went back to meet my friends. Of course, they asked what it was we talked about and I downloaded the gist for them.

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If I thought that was the last I would hear from Ceedee the fair boy, then I was wrong. Ceedee didn’t give up. If anything, he intensified his efforts to get my attention. My younger brother had just come into my school at that time. He was in J.S1 and we usually went home together. Ceedee noticed him and decided to change his tactics. One day at home, my brother informed me.
“Princesa, there is this senior that said I should tell you that he likes you”
My antenna shot up instantly.
“Which Senior is that?”
“One fair senior like that. He always buys me Ice-cream and biscuits during break time…”
“Ennhen! Ice-cream and biscuits ke! Oya come here, come and tell me everything unless I will report you to mummy”
Scared of being reported. He spilled it all out. Ceedee had been lobbying my brother all these while, trying to buy favour from him. The guy bin get scope sha o. I quickly warned my little brother not to accept anything from him again becos if I found out, he’d find himself in hot peppersoup.
“But the senior is nice now...What is wrong with me accepting Ice-cream and biscuits from him?”
“Long throat! Shut up your mouth there! Let me not catch you o. I have warned you o!”
I knew that my threat was entering through one of his ears and flying out from the other one,lol! That boy loved ice-cream to death, I was sure that not even my warning would stop him from collecting free ice-cream, anyway I had warned him sha.

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I wasn’t still talking to Ceedee. In fact I avoided him like a plague.

Then the D-day arrived. Valentine’s day.

We were in Food & Nutrition Lab doing practicals that day when one of my friends nudged me to look outside. I did and saw Ceedee standing by the door. I was alarmed. This bobo want put me for trouble o! My F&N teacher Mrs O. was a really nice woman but I didn’t know what her reaction would be seeing her favourite student with a boy. I didn’t want to find out so with a huge frown on my face I waved him off. He didn’t leave. He stood there and gestured for me to come out. Christ, this boy had liver sha o! So there we were. I, pretending to be listening to Mrs O while waving him away and he standing there by the door refusing to leave. Soon enough, Mrs O. noticed.
“Princesa, it looks like you have a visitor outside”
I looked up guiltily while my friends who knew what was up all along giggled like the school girls they were.
“Em…em…em…vi…si…tor?”
Mrs. O smiled knowingly and told me to go see my visitor. That woman was one understanding babe abeg,lol! So I got up, embarrassed out of my pants and went to see the cow outside, Yes he was a cow for disrupting my class like that,lol!
“Ehen? What is it? You want to put me in trouble abi?” I was really pissed.
“Emm…sorry, but I wanted to give you this” he handed out a red package to me. I looked at it and knew what it was.
“Nooo, I don’t want. Please go away…”
Ceedee refused to leave unless I took the gift and I didn’t want to spend more time than necessary time outside. Mrs O’s niceness fit no reach that level. Besides, I reasoned. This was my first Val gift in my entire life. Who rejected their first Val gift? So I quickly snatched the parcel out of his hands and tucking it behind my back, I re-entered the class.
“Ooooooh! I see some one’s got a valentine gift already. Hmmm school love...”
Mrs O exclaimed loudly and all the other girls turned to look at me. Thankfully she didn’t ask me to open the parcel and show the class what was inside. I was almost scared she would.

Later, I hid the parcel safely inside my school bag. Despite my friend’s pleas, I refused to open it until I got home although how I would hide it from the eagle eyes of my detective mother was another issue. I had never gotten a valentine’s gift before but I was sure some ceremony needed to be accorded to the opening of a valentine’s gift. Lol! The childishness!

Anyway, finally in the safety of the toilet at home (I wasn’t going to risk anyone seeing me, even my brothers), I opened the parcel. I don’t remember all that was inside anymore but I think there was a flower and yes, a card! I remember that card. It was a big red card. I opened it and read the long epistle(love letter) that was inside. Most of the words in the card got me blushing and scared at the same time. I wanted to keep the card and read the word at my spare time again but then I was scared of what my dear mama would do to me, if she ever stumbled upon it so I did the wise thing. I tore it into shreds and threw it away far from the house. No need risking someone playing detective and piecing the shreds back together.

The term flew by quickly. I finally hooked up with Francis(my first love) and totally ignored Ceedee.

The guy tried one final stunt though.

It was during the holidays. School had closed for the term and I was at home. That day, I was in my mum’s room with her helping her arrange her clothes when my elder brother walked in. He had this cunning smile on his face.
“Ha! Princesa so you are here! I was looking for you”
“Looking for me?” I asked warily. I was suspicious of him cos he was always up to some mischief.
“Why are you looking for her?” My mum cut in.
“He he he he he he…” My brother, the big head started laughing.
We were lost. My mum and I. What was causing his laughter.
“Why are you laughing now?” My mum asked.
“Nothing o! It’s just that she has some visitors”
Now I was sure he was up to no good. I was already fidgeting. Who could it be?
“Visitors? Who are they?” Mumsy was very interested now.
“I don’t know o! But the boy said he is her boyfriend”
Oturugbeke o! Which boyfriend is the big head talking about? I wondered. Surely Francis couldn’t have dared to come to my house. Haa…wahala!
“Boyfriend?" My mum gave me an inquiring look.
“At all, I don’t know any boyfriend o!” I quickly answered.
“They are standing outside at the gate. You can see them from the verandah” Information minister(my bros) informed us.
“ Eeeehen? Okay let’s go and see this boyfriend of urs” Mum led the way to the verandah and we followed. The look I gave my brother could kill. He was obviously enjoying the whole drama.

Standing at the verandah, I could make out their faces. It was the two of them. Ceedee and his friend. How did they get my address? Aha! it must have been my traitor lil’brother. That one who would sell me for ice-cream if he could. I’d deal with him later. For now, I had to explain to mum who they were. I explained that one of the boys had been distirbing me at school and i didn't know whow he got our address. Lucky for me, mumsy found it all funny and said i should invite them to come upstairs. So I shouted from the verandah.
“Ceedee! Ceedee!! Why are you standing there now? Oya come upstairs. My mum wants to meet you!”
They looked up and saw us-me, my brother and my mother and the next thing I knew.
They picked race. lol! Even Ben Johnson no run pass dem. The cowards ran like the devil was after them without looking back.
We all burst into laughter. My mum laughed the loudest.
“Ha ha ha ha, he he he, what is chasing them now?”
“I don’t know o! I guess they didn’t expect to see you” I replied.

Ceedee never spoke to me again after that incident until he left our school.

PS: This is to inform you all lovely people that my birthday's coming up very soon o! On the 31st of August so kindly get your pressies ready. Abeg i don tire for virtual gifts o, Thank you very much,lol!

SECRET ADMIRER

2008-08-18T12:29:00.010+01:00

The first time I noticed him was during mathematics class. He wasn’t in my class-S.S 1G. He was in a senior class, S.S 2E but our classes were opposite each other and sitting in my class, one could see a person in his class.

Like I mentioned earlier, it was during math’s class and Mr. K was teaching his favourite topic-Bearing which I had no passion for. Why couldn’t the man just teach good old algebra or something as easy? Why did I need to be calculating the distance between two points when I wasn’t embarking on a trip to any of those points? I couldn’t wait for the class to come to an end. My favourite subject, English was up next and I was looking forward to it.

Yawning widely, I turned to stare out of the window and that was when I saw him. The very fair boy. He was staring at me intensely. Our gazes locked and he looked away quickly. I was sure he had been staring for longer before I caught him and I tried to recollect if the face was one I knew. No, it wasn't. I hadn’t noticed him before, I was sure. But then how many S.S2E boys did I know? We didn’t mix like that. S.S2 boys hung with S.S2 girls while S.S1 boys chased after the S.S1 girls. It was only when he turned to look at me again that I realized I had been staring unabashedly. I quickly return my gaze to boring old Mr. K. At least, I was sure he wouldn’t have any problem with me staring. Heck…Thirty nine other pair of eyes was on him already!

With each day passing day, I noticed the fair boy in S.S2E didnt stop staring. Countless times I caught him staring at me from his class. His seat was by his class window as mine was so it was quite easy for him to see me and by Jove, was he determined to stare me to death! He didn’t to care if i noticed or not, if anything it was almost as if he wanted me to know he was staring.

It is funny how after you notice someone for the first time, you begin to see the person everywhere you turn. The fair boy in S.S2E began to show up everywhere I went to. I noticed him during morning assembly at the parade ground. I saw him in the school canteen during break time. I saw him while waiting for the bus after school in the afternoon and each time he was always staring at me.

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It was the beginning of February and the Valentine spirit was in the air already. In my school, February 14th-Valentine’s Day was indeed a very special day. In fact most students looked forward to it more than even Christmas day, lol! It was that special! Valentine’s Day was the day shy school boys professed their love to those girls they had been eyeing all term. The girls looked forward to all the gifts and love-lyrics filled cards usually bought with money stolen from the boys’ fathers. It was the D-day and it was approaching soon

So it was that one afternoon during break time, I was in the class gisting with my friends when this junior boy walked in. In his hands were a bottle of coke and a packet of biscuits. He walked to where we sat at the front of the class and asked.

“Excuse me Seniors, I am looking for Senior Princesa”.

My friends turned to look at me, questions in their eyes. I shook my head; I hadn’t sent anyone to buy me coke and biscuits.
“Junior boy, why are you looking for her” I questioned him.
“One senior asked me to give her this” he replied, holding out the coke and biscuits.
“Which senior?”
“I don’t know him o. One yellow Senior like this, he just asked me to help him give this coke and biscuits to Senior Princesa”
“Which yellow Senior? If you don’t talk now, you’ll serve punishment o!” My friend Ese took over the questioning.
“Please Senior, I don’t know him. It’s the truth, I don’t know him…” Sweat beads were already breaking out on his face.
“Okay describe him very well” I cut in.
“Emmm…he is tall and yellow and he has low cut and …I…don’t…know…a…ga..in…”he stammered.
Collecting the coke and biscuits from the boy, Simi, the oldest of us all waved him away.
“It’s okay, you can go junior boy”
“Thank you seniors” he scampered away quickly without a backward glance.
I expected the barrage of questions that followed. Simi started it.
“So Princesa do you know who it is?”
“At all, I don’t know o!” I shook my head.
“Na wa o, so you have a secret admirer?!” Ese exclaimed clapping her hands.
Then Chi-chi started the chant and the others joined in.
“Secret admirer! Princesa has a secret admirer! Secret admirer!! Princesa has a secret admirer!!”

Speechless, I sat there looking from the rowdy girls to the coke and biscuits on my desk. I suspected who the secret admirer was.

Who else could it be but the fair boy in S.S2E?!?!

To be continued.

Have a beautiful week everyone!

An Ode to my eyes and some food for thought.

2008-08-06T15:16:00.006+01:00

Okay so I’have been up to my neck in work and really can’t think properly much less type a meaningful post so I dug up something for those who have been asking for an update.

This was a poem I sent in during the Ode Carnival at Daddy’s girl’s blog sometime ago. It’s titled ‘An Ode to my eyes” My entry didn’t win. Our sweet and sultry Castle queen's Ode to her bosom won the competition anyway since I never posted the Ode on my blog, I thought this was the perfect opportunity to do so. So here it goes…

They charm...
They disarm...
They are a window to my soul...
Shining with a lustre when i am glad...
Dull and sober when i am sad...
They are beautiful...more so when lined with dark kohl...
They can be as trusting as a puppy's...
Cold as a dead iced fish's...
They are innocently sexy...
capable of arousing to distraction...
Discerning, penetrating...
they can tell when you are faking
Brown and white...
Sharp and bright...
They are my eyes.

What do you think of my Ode? ;)

Then I also got this in my mail this morning and thought I should put it up. Please read and give great thought to each statement. I did and they really make a lot of sense.

1. Be kinder than necessary because everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle.'

2. A sharp tongue can cut your own throat.

3. If you want your dreams to come true, you mustn't oversleep.

4. Of all the things you wear, your expression is the most important.

5. The best vitamin for making friends..... B1.

6. The happiness of your life depends on the quality of your thoughts.

7. The heaviest thing you can carry is a grudge.

8. One thing you can give and still keep...is your word.

9. You lie the loudest when you lie to me.

10. If you lack the courage to start, you have already finished.

11. One thing you can't recycle is wasted time.

12. Ideas won't work unless 'you' do.

13. Your mind is like a parachute...it functions only when open.

14. The 10 commandments are not a multiple choice.

15. The pursuit of happiness is the chase of a lifetime! It is never too late to become what

you might have been.

16. Life is too short to wake up with regrets. So love the people who treat you right and forget

about the one's who don't.

17. Friends are like balloons; once you let them go, you might not get them back. Sometimes

we get so busy with our own lives and problems that we may not even notice that we've

let them fly away. Sometimes we are so caught up in who's right and who's wrong that we

forget what's right and wrong. Sometimes we just don't realize what real friendship means

until it is too late.

P.S: How do i do the blogroll thing so i can get notification when anyone on my roll updates their blog? Everyone's got it already except me. Help!

*DISCLAIMER: That is not my eye above o, although i can swear mine are lots lovelier(wink)

RIDICULOUS ADVERTS & WHY CHOC IS BETTER THAN SEX

2008-07-30T11:59:00.013+01:00

What’s up blogville?!!
Sorry for not posting as regularly as I used to. It wasn’t deliberate at all. You know how it is when duty calls now. One has just got to answer o, if not….hmmm…I no fit talk o

For those that have been calling to ask about the SBR. Abeg you guys should go and hold Charizard. Planning a party with that guy is not easy sha when I can hardly get hold of him. His phone is unavailable most of the time and e no dey even reply my email. Charizard call me oooooooooooooooooo!!!!

CITY PEOPLE AND THEIR RIDICULOUS ADVERTS
I hardly buy City People magazine(don’t ask me why) but last Tuesday, I couldn’t resist buying a copy when I saw our gongo aso crooner 9ice and his new wife Toni Payne on the cover. I read the story on their wedding and even got to know that our dear Toni Payne is even preggers. T.Payne Congrats oooo…E no easy at all!

So as I flipped through the paper, I noticed some kain funny adverts like that sha. I mean am used to the whole Get boobs like Dolly parton, Lose 100kg in one week, Enlarge your penis to 15inches and all those their funny claims but Grow taller herbs???Haba! Who invented those?!?!

The funny thing is that some people will actually carry their hard earned naira and go and buy that herb even when the person selling it is even shorter that my grandma’s kichen stool,lol!

Na wa for gullibility!

My dear people, if your shortness is hereditary as in your papa and mama and their ancestors dey short, wetin make you feel say any grow taller herbs can reverse your god given situation? Or maybe na so so akpu and amala you dey chop from small pikin and dat one come give you stunted growth, now what makes you think that any grow taller herbs can reverse the effect of all those years of akpu and amala with no protein? lol!

Anyway, I know say some people go still go buy those herbs. Abeg if you buy am and e work for you, please don’t fail to share your testimony with us o,lol! and if you buy am and e no work for you, no cry too much you hear, mugu fall, guy man chop, na so,lol!

Anyway, moving on….

I saw another one wey vex me well well sef.

“DELAY COULD BE DANGEROUS…CHIEF OLUWO SAYS
For your success, protection against witches and witchcrafts, Goodluck to become Millionaires. Billionaire and Multi-billionaire quickly, To be known throughout the world, To separate your sugar daddies from their wives, To separate your sugar mummies from their husbands, asking without refusal,e.t.c”

Imagine the concobility!!!
Goodluck to become millionaire, Billionaire and multi-billionaire ke???
I won’t be surprised if the said Chief Oluwo na one kain wretched poor man like dat living in one dilapidated looking building like dat and people will still go there for him to make them multi-billionaires. Is it frustration or what wey no dey let some people use the common sense wey Baba God give them enh?

If Chief Oluwo had powers to make people multi billionaires, why not make himself one first abi shouldn’t he use himself to set an example for others ke? He no even fit place full page advert, na one kain small 2x2 advert squeezed into one tiny corner of the paper na im e want use make person billionaire, shiou!

But the man bold sha.
He even get liver(guts) to dey advertise say im dey destroy people homes by separating sugar daddies from their wives and vice versa. Seriously is that not criminal?!!! And he put his office address there o,lol!

I think City people should start screening some of these adverts they carry in their papers cos they are kinda encouraging these people to carry on their nefarious activities.

Na God go save us for this Obodo Nigeria!

Abeg let me go and face more serious issues jare but before i go, i'll leave you with 12 reasons why chocolate is better than sex,lol!

12 Reasons Why CHOCOLATE is Better Than SEX!

1. You can have chocolate in front of your parents.

2. Nobody starts rumors about who you shared chocolate with.

3. People of the same sex can share chocolate without being called names.

4. The word "commitment" doesn't scare off chocolate.

5. Chocolate is satisfying even if it's gone soft.

6. No matter what kind of chocolate you like, it's legal.

7. You can have chocolate with a whole group of friends without being obscene.

8. If you have to pay for your chocolate, it's not too expensive.

9. Chocolate is just as attractive when you're sober.

10. A big piece of chocolate lasts longer, but even a small piece is satisfying.

11. You can have chocolate in the office without upsetting your co-workers.

12. It's easy to GET chocolate any time you want!!!

So guys you know how it is now, do more choc and less sex, okay?lol!

PLEASE GUYS, HELP A SISTER WITH SOME GOOD ADVICE HERE.
THANKS.

Womanizer or not?

2008-07-21T13:45:00.004+01:00

Scenario…

You are a fine girl…
Walking down the road one day…
This fine car pulls up beside you…
The glass wounds down to reveal this fine dude behind the wheels…
He asks “Care for a lift baby?”
You hesitate for a moment, but then he really looks harmless so you say…
“Sure why not!”and get in…
You chat briefly as he drives on and you think “He’s not just a fine face sha”
Anywayz, you exchange numbers just before you get off…
He calls later and you talk for a while…
You start talking on the regular and become friends after a while…
Soon, he starts talking serious…
He wants marriage, all the works…
You wonder if he is really serious…
Or just looking to score…

Quick question for the ladies.
Can you take a man who offered you a lift seriously?
Wouldn’t you think that if he stopped to offer you a lift, he is probably a womanizer who picks up every fine lady he sees on the road and maybe when you get married to him, he’ll still keep up with his hobby of helping damsels in distress??

I mean, if he stopped for you, he could also stop for any other fine girl, abi?

Your take guys?

Weight Issues and Anorexic models

2008-07-11T10:32:00.008+01:00

Been feeling a bit under the weather of late so I decided to go to the hospital yesterday. It was the first time I was going to this particular hospital so I had to go through the usual first time procedures-Opening of patient file, giving some personal info and all that. They also wanted to know my weight so I had to step on the weighing scale. OMG! This was something I hadn’t done in a while cos I was scared to know how much excess weight I was carrying around,lol!Anyway, I had to climb the scale and I was so ashamed when the nurse exclaimed Eighty five! Chineke! I never knew it had gotten so bad. I am quite tall (5.10 no be joke na) and I have a big frame so
you would most likely not call me fat.

I used to weigh 75kg and was a perfect size 12. I wasn’t slim even then but I loved my shape. Never liked stick thin. I believe a woman should have some flesh on her body and African women are known for their voluptuousness abeg!

But ehnnn 85kg? That is a crime!
How did I get the extra 10kg???
Lol! I shouldn’t be asking that silly question.
All the visits to Barcelos, TFC, Tantalizers and St.Elmos…the report don dey show now for my body, I come dey wonder,lol!
Barcelos choc chip icecream, you see wetin you don do me abi?
Silverbird popcorn, Haa…no be me and you again o…lol!

If I felt the scale was telling a lie, something else that happened at the choir practice yesterday evening easily dispelled that notion. A lady drew me aside and commented: “Sister, you are putting on weight o. I remember the first time I saw you, you looked so trim, please do something about it”
Meeen…if you see as my face red ehn…e no get part two,lol!

I didn’t need any further prompting.

So starting today July 11th 2008, princesa is embarking on the famous ATKINS diet again!!!

I tried the diet sometime last year and it really worked. Then I had gone from a size 12 to a size 14 going on 16 and it was imperative to drop the excess baggage. Drop it did eventually. I went back to being a sweet 12.

The trick to the ATKINS diet is to avoid carbs as much as you can even after reaching one’s desired weight but I didn’t stick to the rules. I went back to my old eating habits and the weight piled back on.

So today i resume the induction diet. It’s the strictest level where all you eat is protein and more protein. Already had Ewa agonyin(beans) this morning. Don’t know what am having for lunch yet. God…this diet no favour our Naija kind of foods o!

I hope the weight drops off quickly like it did the last time and dearest protein, I promise I won’t abandon you for my sweets and carbs again,lol!

Abeg o...I know say I want lose weight but no be dis kain one. Na anorexia abi na wetin dey do these people???

P.S: Plans for the SBR(Summer Bloggers Reunion) are still in progress. Its looking like we may have to reschedule so as to accomodate some bloggers who have indicated interest to attend. The two dates we are considering are August 23rd or September 6th. What do u think?

HAPPY WEEEKEND Y'ALL! I LOVE FRIDAYS!

Meme

2008-07-09T12:06:00.006+01:00

Too busy(lazy?) to do a proper post. Make una manage this Meme.

1.What time did you get up this morning? 6.30am

2. Diamonds or pearls? Diamonds

3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema? Chronicles of Narnia-Prince Caspian(Nice movie…loved it!)

4. What is your favorite TV show? Oprah

5. What did you have for breakfast? Pancakes

6. What is your middle name? Lol! I cant tell! Okay starts with a C.

7. What is your favorite cuisine/meal? Rice, beans and plantain with assorted meat

8. What foods do you dislike? Can’t think of any, yea I love food! Okay Couscous, I tried it once and didn’t like it. Maybe I didn’t prepare it well,lol!

9. Your favorite Potato chip? Pringles

10. What is your favorite CD at the moment? One Republic

11. What kind of car do you drive? Toyota Corolla XLI (One small car like dat,lol!)

12. Favorite sandwich? Bread with eggs scrambled with tomatoes

13. What characteristics do you despise? Arrogance, Selfishness and Rudeness, Pretence

14. Favorite item of clothing? Dress tops

15. If you could go anywhere in the world on vacation, where would you go? The Bahamas

16. What color is your bathroom? Cream

17. Favorite brand of clothing? I go for Fit not brand

18. Where were you born? Imo state, Nigeria

19. Favorite sport(s) to watch? Football

20. Who do you least expect to respond to this? dunno

21. Person you expect to respond first? Bumight,lol!

22. What laundry scent do you use? Ariel

23. Coke or Pepsi? Diet Coke

24. Are you a morning person or night owl? Morning

25. What size shoe do you wear? 9/41

26. Do you have pets? Yea…a dobberman

27. Any new and exciting news you'd like to share with everyone? My dog is preggers, anyone wanna buy a Rothweiler?

28. What did you want to be when you were little? A Nun

29. Favourite Candy Bar? Don’t have a favourite!

30. What is your best childhood memory? Sunday visits to Burger hut,lol!

31. What are the different jobs you have had in your life? Teacher, Features producer(for a T.V station), Client Service manager, Copy writer

32. What color/type underwear are you? Black lace undies

33.Nicknames: Nnesco, Nwanyi Oma(fine lady)

34. Piercings ? Two in each ear

35. Eye color? Brown

36. Ever been to Africa? Africa is my home

37. Ever been toilet papering or rolling? This question na wa o. Toilet paper and Toilet roll no be the same thing? Anyway I use both, ope dat answers the question,lol!

38. Love someone so much it made you cry? Yes

39. Been in a car accident? Yea but nothing fatal

40. Croutons or bacon bits? Bacon Bits

41.Favorite day of the week? Friday

42. Favorite restaurant? Jevinic

43. Favorite flower? Rose

44. Favorite ice cream? Barcelos choc chip icecream

45. How many times did you fail your driver's test? Driver's test for Naija??!

46. What color is your bedroom carpet? No carpet, just blue plastic tiles

47. From whom did you get your last e-mail? Facebook

48. Which stores would you choose to max out your credit card? Marks & Spencers probably!

49. What do you do most often when you are bored? Read, Listen to music, dance or just sleep!

50. Bedtime? Midnight or thereabouts

51. Who are you most curious about their responses to this questionnaire? Everyone on my blog fam list!

52. Last person you went to dinner with? My brother and a friend

53. What are you listening to right now? Chris Daughtry-Home

54. What is your favorite color? White

55. Lake, Ocean or river? Lake

56. How many tattoos do you have? None…not a fan of tattoos!

57. Which came first, the chicken or the egg? The chicken cos God created animals before they
started procreating.

If you are feeling too busy or lazy to do a real post, you are allowed to steal this meme,lol!

SUMMER BLOGGER REUNION

2008-07-04T13:12:00.005+01:00

Last January we had the Naija Bloggers Party. Nigerian Bloggers, home based and international(lol!) all gathered at a nice cool joint and got to know ourselves over drinks. It was a blast and for those who missed out on that, another opportunity is here to get to meet your favourite bloggers in person and have fun while doing it.

I don’t know how many international bloggers(lol) can make it but I know we have a lot of home based bloggers too so there is no excuse o. For the anonymouses, don’t worry ur identity will be protected, ask those who attended the NBP.

We have tentatively picked a date- August 2nd. It can be changed if it doesn’t fit into the schedule of the majority.

As for venue, we are considering two options. The bar or the beach. No be bar beach o,lol!

For the bar option, we are considering COCONUT GROOVE on Awolowo road, Ikoyi but we are open to other suggestions.

For the beach option, we haven’t settled for any beach in particular but ALPHA BEACH looks like the best bet anyway.

Personally I prefer the beach option. Afrobabe no fear, dat ur dream no go come true,lol! The beach promises to be more groovy and we can let our hair down, don our sexy summer wears and boogie as much as we want unlike the bar option where we’ll likely be sitting round tables and spending our little money on expensive drinks. However we also need to note that this is the rainy season in Naija and we all know that a day at the beach is no fun under the rains.

Whatever sha, let me not influence any one’s decisions abeg.

We’ll like to know what you feel about the SBR. You can also RSVP here if you’ll be interested in attending.

Will keep you’all posted.

Thank God it’s Friday!!!

Enjoy ur weekend dears.

Da Predator- a poem in 3 acts!

2008-06-27T11:26:00.008+01:00

Hey guys!
How is your week coming? Hope great!
I stole this post off Obi's blog. T’was really interesting and I just had to post it here for you all to read. Babes hope you learn something from it and like solomonsydelle said in one of her old posts, BEWARE OF THE WOLVES! They come in different guises, most often looking all harmless when in truth they are actually PREDATORS.
And guys, protect your babes from the predator. Give her all the love she needs so she doesn’t fall into the trap of that sweet talker.

Enjoy...

Da Predator- a poem in 3 acts!

Act 1: Stake-out
I observed you from afar, even though I knew you were taken,
I heard your man throws a good dick, and brings home the bacon.
But when I looked deeply I could see emptiness in your eye,
That's when I knew I could step and get my slice of the pie.
See, I knew my game had to be tight.......my shit legit,
Else you could just hit me with that “see you in the next lifetime” bullshit!
Naaah…so now I step back to methodically plan my shit,
You're about to become the victim of a cold calculated hit.

See, I knew in some particular area your man had to be slippin'
If only I could find out where, I could exploit it and make you start trippin'.
I proceeded to introduce myself, and explain how lucky your man must be,
To have here on Earth, a girl of your heavenly beauty…
You smiled and looked away, well in fact you blushed,
That's when I knew I was making progress. But hey, no need to rush.
I said good-bye and walked away confident that the foundation was laid....
Knowing it was only a matter of time before I would be “getting paid”.

Act 2: Closing in
The next day I saw you, yeah you were waiting for the bus.
And though I kept my composure, I was overcome by lust.
I told you I was going your direction, and offered you a ride.
You got in, now I'm one step closer to moving your man aside.
We conversed a little and I found out what area this brother had failed,
Though he may take care of business, he doesn't pay attention to details.
He never seems to notice when you get your hair, face or nails done,
His mind is focused on business, and he seldom has time for fun.
Though you're an angel, for you he never makes a fuss,
So, I stepped up to the plate and told you “Baby please, you're gorgeous!”
Starving for the attention of course you gave up the digits,
Now it was only a matter of time that to my will, you would submit.
You gave up the number, saying we could only be friends…Lovers?..NEVER!!!
I thought, “How naive...yeah baby...whatever!”
I said, “Honey please, as gorgeous as you are I'm honored just to know your name”
Hence the beginning of the game!

Whenever you needed to talk,
I was there to hold your hand as we walked.
When you would cry I would be there to dry your eyes.
Whenever you were down, I built you a crown!

Whenever we were together I made sure the time spent was a blast,
I made you close your eyes and took away all the horrors of the past.
I promised to take your troubles away as I placed a pedestal under your feet,
But the fact of the matter is...I'm just a dealer of deceit!
Soon she came to see me as one of the nicest men she's met.
And...Of course, I saw her as just some girl I haven't fucked yet!

So I complimented her on the clothes she would wear,
Paid attention whenever she did her hair.
Asked her about her day and her bullshit career
Promised her silk and fine cashmere,
As I whispered sweet nothings in her ear,
Told her how she made my heart flutter whenever she drew near.
And to be without her is what I feared
But no matter what happens, “Honey, I'll always be there”
“God if you only knew how much I care”,
And I told her a bunch of other bullshit that women love to hear!

Act 3: The Hit
Needless to say she saw me as a friend and her man as the foe.
Took me to bed, not knowing she's been manipulated by a deceitful LEO.
And I remembered when she said she wasn't with my plan,
That she already had a man.
She even showed me the engagement band.
But still, she fell for my program of candlelight and slow jams.
Now I'm reaching for the 'Trojan',
And she ain't thinking about her man.
………………………………….....................................................................
Your man just left, he's barely out the door,
And you're calling telling me I made you cum like you never came before.
Not realizing that a simple test of life, you've just failed...
Now you're reaching for me thinking you've exhaled.

You don't want me to leave and you're begging me to stay.
But...I'm a “predator” baby, and you weak girls, my “prey”
You had a good man, yes he wasn't perfect.
And here comes the predator to exploit your weakness.

See ladies, when you have a good man,
Never focus on the small details that he's lacking...
Because there's a predator out there, somewhere…watching.
So even though you beg,
Baby we can't be together,
I thought you knew. Besides you cheated on your man,
Who's to say you won't cheat on me too!
See I need someone I can work with,
Not a material girl from around the way...
Who’s gonna jump from bed to bed,
Because of a compliment I forgot to pay.
So when you come with your soap opera story wanting to be my bride....
All I got to say is, “Sorry hon, but…hey…thanks for the ride!”

Interesting!!!
May God never let us fall into the hands of the predator o!

STEP BY STEP

2008-06-20T11:18:00.005+01:00

I hopped over to smaragd’s to find I had been tagged yet again.
No big deal tho...it was really fun doing it…was more like playing a game,lol!

So here are the rules:
1. Put Your iTunes/ Music player on Shuffle
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER WHAT!!!(this part was a bit hard o, i only just realsied that most songs on my player are not titled. I gat to correct this anomaly)
After you’ve answered all of the questions, tag 5 other people and then let them know they’ve been tagged to do the meme themselves!

IF SOMEONE SAYS “IS THIS OKAY” YOU SAY?
God must have spent a little more time on you – NSYNC
Lol!

WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?
One- CREED
Of cos am one person!

WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?
Beautiful in my eyes – JOSHUA KADISON
Wow! This is kinda true. You've got to be beautiful in my eyes,in and out!

HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?
Hanging by a moment – LIFEHOUSE
Hmmm…am i??

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE’S PURPOSE?
Celebrate Jesus, celebrate – DON MOEN
Lord am sorry, I don’t celebrate you as I should…princesa u need to get your act together and start celebrating Jesus sharply!

WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?
God will make a way – DON MOEN
Cool…I need to make this my new life motto

WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
Mary’s in India-DIDO
I no understand this one o!

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?
No One- ALICIA KEYS
No one can get in the way of what I feel for them

WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
Revolution– KIRK FRANKLIN
I have always been a rebel, no be today I know that one,lol!

WHAT IS 2+2?
Whatever it takes – AMY GRANT
Lol! Whatever it takes jare!

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?
Sexy Love – NEYO
In the first pace, I don’t get no best friend so…

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Jesus Is – JACI VELASQUEZ
Jesus is the sweet sweet love of my soul!

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
Candle in the wind – ELTON JOHN
I bind, I cancel, I reject…not my portion o!

WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
Hymn – JARS OF CLAY
LMAO! A hymn!! How can??

WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
All about you – WOMEN OF FAITH
Who else will it be all about??

WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
Flying without wings – Westlife
They definitely dont think am a witch,lol!

WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
You are my Number one – ENRIQUE IGLESIAS
Lovely song but not the one I wanna dance to!

WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
How do I breathe - MARIO
Of cos, my loved ones will wonder how they’d breathe without me,lol!

WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
The woman in me – SHANIA TWAIN
ROTFLMAO! Is that a hobby?!

WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?
Irreplaceable - BEYONCE
It’s irreplaceable so I can’t tell,lol!

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
I’m gonna love you till the end – MLTR
So true!

WHAT SHOULD YOU POST THIS AS?
Step by Step – WHITNEY HOUSTON
It suits me just fine!

I’m tagging ten peeps(ya yea I know the rule said five but life’s too short for starchy ways dontcha think?lol!)
So over to Ladyguide, Florida, Afrobabe, Ejura, Charizard, Mommy, DOG, 30+,Bumight and Exschoolnerd.
(Sorry got no time to put up links)

Happy weekend people!

THIS IS NOT A SERMON!

2008-06-16T13:52:00.006+01:00

Yesterday’s mass in church was very interesting.
I’ll like to share some parts of the priest’s homily with you guys.
It’s not boring trust me.

So the priest started by asking the congregation a very popular riddle.

If both your spouse and one of your parents were drowning and you had the opportunity to save one of them, who would you save?

The first person who answered (a woman) said she would save her husband. When asked why, she replied that her father was on his way out of the world and he had completed his life mission while her husband was young and still had a lot to do before departing this world.

The priest commented that most of us only value people when they are useful to us and as soon as we stop benefiting from them, we regard them as unimportant and dispensable in our lives.

According to him, this was a wrong way to think.

The second person to answer, a man this time, said he would rather save his mother because in this life he can only have one mother whereas if he so chooses, he could marry as many wives as he pleases.

When we asked what the answer to the riddle was, the priest said that there was no right or wrong answer. He said that people act in certain ways based on their experiences/outlook to life.
What would I do if I were in a similar situation?
I don’t know o, but really thinking about it now, I think I’ll save my husband for the single reason that as a result of marriage we are supposed to be ‘one’ so letting him die would be like letting a part of me die.

That’s my opinion. What would you do if you were the one?

Then again the priest posed a second question.

If a group of hired assassins approached you to tell you that they’ve been paid to kill your spouse but would spare his/her life if only you agreed to die in place of him/her. Would you agree to lay your life to save his/hers?

This question hard pass Olumo rock o, lol!

So the priest asked those who would be prepared to die in place of their spouse to raise their hands.

In a congregation of more than two thousand people, only two people raised their hands.

Even those two, I doubt if they’d be as willing when the gun is pointing them in the face,lol!

Anyway, as I was saying, two people raised their hands. I wasn’t surprised they were both men. Correct me if am wrong guys, but I am of the opinion that men love more selflessly than women. I am a woman but I admit that we tend to be more selfish than our male counterparts even when we claim to be madly in love.

Sorry, no digressing. That’s not the big issue here.

The priest’s talked about Jesus Christ who gave up his life so ours could be saved even when we were sinners. He commented on how difficult it was for us to give up our life for our spouse, yet we do not appreciate the magnitude of what Christ did for us and we carry on like it is no big deal.

The truth is, IT IS REALLY A BIG DEAL PEOPLE!

I must confess, my heart was opened wider at this revelation. To be honest, I no sure say my love for any husband go reach the point wey I go say, shoot me and leave him cos I sure say my body no go don rotten finish for ground before the man go begin eye another chickito, abi I lie?lol!

A friend of mine whose wife died at childbirth last year is getting married again this year, can you imagine that? This was a couple that was so so in love(that was the impression I had sha). They were like the model couple even though it was very young union. They were barely one year old in marriage before the wife died. Now our guy can’t wait to tie the knot with another opeke. Kai! What happened to all the "No one be like you" and all that love bla bla bla,lol!

Again I digress, sorry peeps.

Back to yesterday’s mass.

The priest also told a story. A very funny story.

At a burial Ceremony, the widow was at the graveside of her husband, wailing and screaming:
“God why my husband…Why? You could have taken me instead and left him…oh God why??”
She kept wailing while other sympathizers consoled her. Suddenly, there were thunder rumbles and lighting strikes in the sky and a voice boomed from above.
“MY DAUGHTER, I HAVE HEARD YOUR CRIES AND I AM READY TO BRING YOUR HUSBAND BACK TO LIFE”
The ecstatic woman started thanking God.
“Oh thank you father…thank you lord…thank you…”
The voiced boomed again.
“ON ONE CONDITION THOUGH, THAT YOU ALLOW YOURSELF BE BURIED IN THAT COFFIN AND YOUR HUSBAND WILL RISE BACK TO LIFE”
Guess what the woman’s response was.
“Oh God…No oooo…In fact, thy will be done o lord, you know why you took him o lord, I do not question your decision father, let thy will be done!”

LMAO!!!
See change of mouth...human beings…ever so dynamic,lol!

Abeg, I’ve got to run now but one thing I want everyone to remember is that Jesus Christ died that we might live, let us appreciate that and decide today that his death shall not be in vain.

This is not a sermon, please!

Wishing you all a lovely blessed week, Mwuahzzzz!!!

In pursuit of beauty.

2008-06-10T11:17:00.011+01:00

I don’t remember where I read or heard that women when they get older become more concerned about their looks and appearance. During the menopausal years(usually from their late forties to late fifties) there is a tendency for women to feel unsexy and unattractive. Some totally let themselves go and begin to really look old while others make conscious efforts to retain their attractiveness and youth.

My mum falls into the second category.

You see for someone in her mid-fifties, the way mumsy is going about her ‘ichomma’(beauty pursuit) is really funny. I like her spirit sha, the spirit of ‘I no wan old’, lol! The funny thing about it is not her wanting to retain her youthfulness but it is the fact that for someone who previously didn’t care much for stuff like fashion, make-up and other beauty enhancers when she was much younger, she seems to be outdoing herself lately.

I remember when I was younger and she was also younger. There were times I would have to chase Mumsy with a hair brush in hand to the car as she left the house just to help her brush her hair. She just didn’t care too much about such details. Sometimes, when we were out together, I’d have to take off my earrings and force her to wear them cos she probably had forgotten to put hers on before we left home and I didn’t want my mum looking like a ‘gbagada’ woman,lol! Or is it the time when I would beg her to let me apply a dash of lip gloss to her lips since they were looking too chapped and she would retort “this girl leave me alone, I don’t have time for that abeg!”

So when/how did she now change? I didn’t even realize when/how the transition from ‘I don’t care too much about my looks’ to ‘I care very much about my looks’ took place. I have always been the ‘vain’ one-the one who bothered too much how her hair, her outfit and her make-up looked. Mumsy used to actually tease me on the amount of time I took dressing up. For her, it was usually just rub cream all over, then apply white face powder and she was ready while I would take my time fixing my hair and make-up.
Now these days, the reverse is the case when we have to go out together. Now, I get ready and have to patiently wait while Mumsy applies her make-up and pimps herself all up,lol!

Now her make-up is another gist o!

I remember when she just started experimenting with make-up. She‘d rub some of her lipstick on her eyebrows and I would beg her to clean them off. “Mummy which kain ashawo make up is this now?” She would laugh and insist that I don’t clean them off. Even when I succeeded cleaning the lipstick off her eyes, she would still go back and apply it again, I soon learnt to give up and let her be.

Then she bought her eye shadow palette and now she doesn’t do the 'lipstick on the eyes' thing again but meeen, the way she packs on the eyeshadow, you go wonder whether no only eye shadow be dis or something else,lol! She particularly favours the gold colour. According to her, it makes her look sharp. I tell her “dis one don pass sharp o, you are looking over-sharp sef!”lol!

Some time back, we had to attend a wedding together. I was shocked when mumsy brought out her make-up bag. Chei! Her make-up bag is almost as big or if not bigger than mine. What did I not find in there? She had three different compact powders-there was MAC Studio Fix (even me wey don dey rub make-up since no dey use MAC o!), Black Opal and Fashion fair. There were also various shades of lipstick, eye shadow and lip-gloss (there was even one with all those shiny shiny stuff in it). I couldn’t believe my dear mumsy could go to the market to buy all those stuff, Since when ke?!!

Last Saturday, I was downstairs cleaning my car when she came out of the house. She was on her way out. She had on my favourite silver and black earrings- dangling earrings that almost reached my chin when I wore it. It looked good on her, made her look younger and I complimented her. What it meant was that I had to look for an alternative sinec i had planned to wear that pair out later in the day.

Then on Sunday, as I was preparing for church she came into my room. I didn’t realize what she was doing until I wanted to check myself out in the standing mirror and she was blocking my view.
“Mum! What are you doing? You are applying foundation on your face when you haven’t taken your bath yet?!!”
She continued rubbing the foundation on her face as she said “I have washed my face”
“But you’ll soon have your bath now and you’ll wash it off, that’s wasting the foundation now” I whined.
She turned to look at me and said “who says I have to wash my face when I bath?”
I couldn’t help smiling. This my mama can be funny sha.
She went on to lecture me on how to apply foundation. I was like, see mumsy o, teaching me how to make-up, this is serious o,lol!

Yesterday morning, my car was at the mechanic’s so I had to hitch a ride to work with her and my dad. Mumsy taps me and asks me to clasp her bracelet on. It’s a charm bracelet with some funny looking charms like dat. It was cool o, I liked it but it just didn’t seem like the kind of stuff a fifty five year old woman would wear. As I clasped it on. My dad commented “Which one is this again? Is that a medal or what?”. I waited to hear what she would say but she just smiled this knowing smile as she looked at him and then me. If I interpreted that smile correctly, it said “see this old school man, he no know wetin dey on board”

I held back the laughter and looked closely at her face, she had on her favourite gold eyeshadow and the lip gloss with shimmers.

Now she has this facial cleanser that she uses diligently every day. This morning while doing her daily cleansing routine, she said to me.
“Hmmm…this thing is working o…my face is looking younger now, abi?”
I looked up from what I was doing. Her face was indeed looking fresher.
“Yes, it is working, you look like a sweet sixteen”.

She smiled and i thought to myself "This woman really mean business o!"

I hope when i get to her age, i'll still be interested in retaining my beauty like she is now,lol!

Ps: What do you guys think of a Summer Blogger Reunion?

E break Convenant?

2008-06-04T15:04:00.008+01:00

It is a fact that the education standard in Nigeria has dropped from what it used to be when our parents went to school especially in our tertiary institutions. Every year we churn out half-baked university graduates who cannot defend their course of study. You find graduates of Mass communication who cannot define the term-Mass communication, its sad really!

With the decline of education standards in our government and state owned tertiary institutions came the advent of Private Universities. The Private Universities claim to produce better graduates who are well grounded in their chosen courses. I dont know how true this is because recently we took a youth corp member in the company where i work. She is a Mass Communication graduate from one of the private universities in the country but I was surprised to learn from her that in her four years of study, she never studied Advertising as a course. I went to a state university in my time(Oh my, I sound old!) and i remember that we studied each of the four major aspects of Mass Communication-Journalism, Advertising, Public Relations and Broadcasting. We studied each one of them as a course and in final year, our research project was on either one of these four aspects of Mass Communication.

So you see why i was surprised when she (the youth corp member)-a graduate of mass communication said she didn’t study advertising in school. I began to wonder if these Private Universities are really worth all the plenty money they demand from hapless parents/students. Their fees are so exorbitant that it’s only a few that can afford it. I don’t even mind if at the end of the day, they deliver on what they promise and give the students a well-rounded education but a situation whereby they charge crazy fees and yet churn out half-baked students is not good at all. Not for our students, not for our country! There is a saying that ‘half education is worse than ignorance’. I think i agree with that saying very much.

Anyway, something else that has come to my knowledge recently is the rate at which students are expelled/suspended from some of these Private Universities. One of these Private Universities-a christian University located in Ota, Ogun State(I wont call names) seems to be leading the pack in the suspension/expulsion craze. I hear you can even get suspended for not brushing your teeth to lectures(lol!I kid!) but seriously now, people get suspended and not one week, two weeks suspension o, am talking a whole year suspension for the craziest things! Don’t even mention school fees refund, you forfeit a whole session’s fees which is not ‘small money’ o!

Last week, i was talking a friend whose girlfriend was recently suspended from that Private University located at Ota. He was telling me why she was suspended from school for a year. So it turns out that his girlfriend was returning to school after spending the weekend at home and before she was let into the school premises, her stuff was searched by the security guys and they discovered that she had a mobile phone in her bag. Now, mobile phones are prohibited in that school but students will be students, some of them still find a way to sneak in their phones into the school and our dear young lady was one of those. Unfortunately for her she was caught and while going through the phone, some pictures of her roommates in school were discovered. These girls were also implicated because it meant that they too were in the know about the phone. At the end of the day, the girl who was caught with the phone in her bag and her roommates whose own share of the crime was having their photos in the phone were all suspended from school for one year. Their parents had just managed to cough out the almost half a million Naira they pay as session fees only to have their children sent home for compulsory one year holiday,lol!

Okay so yesterday, my brother was also gisting me about his boss’s son who also attends this Private University located at Ota. According to him, the boy was recently suspended from school for a year too. What did he do? He didn’t bring his bible to church! Unfortunately for him, the G.O(General Overseer) came visiting that day and decided to find out how many of them come with their bible to church. Those that didn’t come with theirs were given automatic one year suspension! His boss’s son was one of the unlucky ones. His daughter who attends the same university would have joined the suspended crew too but she was sharp enough to raise her purse which looked like a bible and thereby escaped being sent home for a year.

Now the man(my brother’s boss) is sad. He had only just stretched his pocket thin to pay this session’s fees for his kids and now one of them has been sent home for a year without refund of the fees he paid(I know the refund is not the man’s problem but the thing dey vex me jare, if you have to send them home, send them home with their money abeg! lol!). He has gone to plead for his son but was told by the best they can do for him is to let him appeal for a reduction in the time the boy would spend at home from 1 year to 6months.

I do not support that people should not be punished when they do something wrong but i believe there are levels of punishment for different offences. I just feel that suspending a student for one year because he failed to bring his bible to church is rather too harsh or what do you think?

Abi e break convenant?

On a lighter note. Some jokes to make you laugh.

THE RUNNING BOY

One day there were two boys playing by a stream when they stumbled upon a naked woman frolicking in the water. After a few moments one of the boys turned and ran away.

The first boy couldn't understand why he ran away so he took off after his friend.

Finally, he caught up to him and asked,"It was interesting man, why did you run away?"

The other boy replied, "My Mom told me if I ever saw a naked lady I would turn to stone, and I felt something turning to stone, so I ran."

A husband and wife were celebrating their 50th anniversary. That night the wife approached her husband wearing the exact same sexy negligee she had worn on their wedding night. She looked at her husband and said, "Honey, do you remember this?"
He looked up at her and said, "Yes dear, I do. You wore that same negligee the night we were married."
She said, "That's right. Do you remember what you said to me that night?"
He nodded and said, "Yes dear, I still remember."
"Well, what was it?" she asked.
He responded, "As I remember, I said, 'Oh baby, I'm going to suck the life out of those big breasts and screw your brains out.'"
She giggled and said, "Yes honey, that's exactly what you said. So, now its 50 years later, and I'm in the same negligee I wore that night. What do you have to say tonight?"
Again he looked up at her, and he replied, "Well, mission accomplished."

LMAO!!!

R.I.P BULLDOG

2008-05-28T12:43:00.006+01:00

It’s been 5 days now since I saw you last.
Since I saw you wag your brown tail
Since you looked at me with those dopey eyes
Since I heard your familiar bark
Since I last fed you and heard you say “woof” in thanks

I miss you Bullus, I miss you plenty
I miss the way you run to greet me every evening I come home
I miss the way you would run round my car till I opened the door
I miss the way you would try to jump on me and I’d scream
“Don’t! You are smelling!”

You were old, more than eight years old
I remember that day you were born
A brown and black lively puppy you were
Oh! How you loved to run and play
Tugging and tearing at everything in your way

A fierce dog in your youth, you were
No stranger dared cross your path
More than one has a story to tell
Of the big brown dog that lived at No. 13
Even I who loved you and who you loved
Bear the scar of your fierceness on me

Greedy, greedy dog you were
One language you understood perfectly was food
One bone in your mouth, another between your paws
Sharing with Sherri was out of the question
Only when it was heat time did you remember she was female

A stronger dog than you we never had
You fathered so many puppies
I‘d wonder “What a randy dog!”
Climbing his mama and sister
And making them mothers at the same time

Older you grew and gentler you became
You lost your bite but still had the bark
You still struck terror in the minds of those who saw you
Your imposing size belied your failing strength
The slowness of your sprint showed that you had changed

It only got worse
With age came more illnesses,
Diarrhea and skin infections
The Vet was happy, he was making a lot of money
You had to go, you had become a liability
Dad said this over and over
I just didn’t know it would be very soon

Friday night, I came back
No Bullus to welcome me home
No Bullus to wag his tail
No Bullus to piss on my car tyres
You were gone, sold out for N1500
I could have offered more for you buddy
But no one would accept it from me

They say the man who bought you loves dog meat stew
They say he had you for dinner Friday night
I hear, you were tender and delicious
It’s not fair, not fair at all
My darling Bullus became food for a ravenous Calabar man

Can you ever forgive us?
Forgive dad for selling you for a paltry sum to Mr. Calabar?
Forgive me for not being able to stop him?
Forgive Mr. Calabar for craving Dog meat instead of Beef or chicken?

I know not where you are now
But I hope it’s a better place
A dog heaven where you can eat all the bones you want
and shag all the females you like.

Rest in peace, Bulldog (aka Bullus)

ps: Thats Bull's pic above. Cute dog, wasn't he?

Road Rant!

2008-05-22T11:18:00.005+01:00

I am in the mood for some ranting so bear with me.

What’s up with inconsiderate, selfish, bordering on the wicked drivers? Yes I know you have got some where to go but so do I!!! What makes you think you are the only one who is late for an appointment or who needs to get home quickly because you need to poopoo??
And you who like to overtake without glancing in your rear mirror to see if any car is coming behind you, you berra take your time o! You are not just risking your life but the life of other road users ASSHOLE!

*Danfo driver, am also warning you o. I know your bus is all scratched up and dented but you don’t have to dent mine too, do you? It’s not even your bus sef that’s why you drive like someone who’s high on *gbana. See me o…I no want wahala, if you scratch my motor, you go pay, chikena!’

Ehen, Tanker driver abi na Trailer sef, some people dey call you hired killer, me I no send you at all. You think say because you dey drive heavy duty moto, dat one give you the right to dey march throttle without brake? Stay one side jare, make we wey dey drive small moto see road pass. No dey take ur big trailer intimidate us, in fact if I had my way you will only be allowed to drive at night and not during the day. You people have become a nuisance on our roads, breaking down at the wrongest places and causing traffic up and down. The other day, it took me three whole hours to get to work just because one of you broke down as usual in the middle of the highway. Take time o…take time!

I won’t forget you siren blower! Yes we know say you sabi blow siren well well, paaa…puuu…paaa…puuu, we don see you politician!
Because say my papa no be presido abi no guv’nor, na im make you dey oppress me abi? No worry, just dey pray and fast say make I no become presido or guv’nor because the first thing wey I go do na to ban the use of siren for this obodo Nigeria.
People go dey sweat for traffic and you go come use your siren and pilot cars dey meander for traffic. When you scratch poor people like me dem motor, you no dey even stop to say sorry. If person no gree clear for road for you, na to bring out koboko begin flog the person like say na you born am. Take time o…I dey draw my ear o, take am for ya time!

*Okada driver! I hail you o!
I don’t even know how to start your matter. I know say you get spare life for house, me I no get o! If your frustration don too much and you want commit suicide, abeg please go to your village, find one strong better rope and one strong tree, do your thing for there. No come dey find person wey you go die put for im neck. I never kill person before and I no go kill. If you jump for front of my motor with your Okada, I go march brake one time. Wetin go make me vex na if you scratch my headlamp, my bumper or my motor. Na that time you go know say person wey cool, no be say im no sabi craze, na say the thing wey go make am craze never come.
I see your body, na so so wound full am, yet you never learn your lesson. That ur friend wey dey drive Okada with you before, where im dey now? Still you never learn your lesson. I no dey pity you o, na the innocent person wey you carry on top your okada I dey pity. Well, im too get small blame, he see as you dey drive like person wey don ‘kolo’, still yet e siddon like say them superglue am for the seat. When *kasala go burst make e no kuku complain sha.

Expressway crosser wey like to dey cross road even when pedestrian bridge dey by your side. They say a word is enough for the wise so I won’t waste my saliva on you. If you wan run marathon, go and join Glo marathon, don’t come and be crossing express and be risking your life for nothing.
It will take more time and strength to climb the bridge I know but is your life not worth it? Stay alive not for your sake but the sake of your loved ones, they still need you around!

I don talk my own sha, I dey come back!

*gbana-Indian hemp, *kasala- Trouble, Okada-Motorcycle, *Danfo-Bus

AFFIRMATION

2008-05-19T12:48:00.005+01:00

I love SAVAGEGARDEN and one of their albums I really like is “AFFIRMATION”. Most mornings on my way to work, I listen to the album and it helps set the mood for my day.
The first song in the album-Affirmation, from which the album gets its name is one of my favs. The lyrics of the song makes a lot of sense though I don’t agree with all the beliefs.

Here are the lyrics of the song. I’ll like to know which you agree with and those you don’t.

AFFIRMATION

I believe the sun should never set upon an argument

I believe we place our happiness in other people's hands

I believe that junk food tastes so good because it's bad for you

I believe your parents did the best job they knew how to do

I believe that beauty magazines promote low self-esteem

I believe I'm loved when I'm completely by myself alone

I believe in karma what you give is what you get returned

I believe you can't appreciate real love till you've been burned

I believe the grass is no more greener on the other side

I believe you don't know what you've got until you say goodbye

I believe you can't control or choose your sexuality

I believe that trust is more important than monogamy

I believe your most attractive features are your heart and soul

I believe that family is worth more than money or gold

I believe the struggle for financial freedom is unfair

I believe the only ones who disagree are millionaires

I believe in karma what you give is what you get returned

I believe you can't appreciate real love till you've been burned

I believe the grass is no more greener on the other side

I believe you don't know what you've got until you say goodbye

I believe forgiveness is the key to your unhappiness

I believe that wedded bliss negates the need to be undressed

I believe that God does not endorse TV evangelists

I believe in love surviving death into eternity

I believe in karma what you give is what you get returned

I believe you can't appreciate real love till you've been burned

I believe the grass is no more greener on the other side

I believe you don't know what you've got until you say goodbye

One hot night at Oshodi

2008-05-14T12:59:00.004+01:00

It was a hot night and I was dead beat from a hectic day at work. Driving in traffic without air-conditioning didn’t make it any better too. I made a mental note to call my AC guy the following day to come check out what the problem was with the air-conditioning.

As we crawled in traffic, my mind drifted to other things. The clients I needed to call, the television and radio scripts I had to write, what I would have for dinner, blogs I was yet to read and so on.

The raspy voice broke into my thoughts and returned me to the present.
“Aunty find us something…”
I looked up to stare into the face of this rough looking young man, obviously a ‘Lagos area boy’. I quickly took in my environment and realised I was on top of Oshodi bridge(a place notorious for its area boys and thieves). When did we reach Oshodi? I thought.

My windows were wound down because of the bad air-conditioning and the tout was leaning against it almost breathing into my face.
“Äunty I say find us something…”
He wasn’t pleading. He was commanding me. I understood the situation perfectly. I had come in contact with his kind before and have also heard the experiences of others who have too. I knew it was only a matter of moments before he became even more aggressive. It was their style-obtaining by force!

Naturally, the first thought that came to mind was…girl, wound up the window quickly!
But then the young man was already leaning against the half open window and It wouldn’t be hard for him to stop the upward movement of the glass if I tried. I also remembered the gist Osi gave me about how during a similar encounter with these touts, she had succeeded in wounding up her windows only for them to smash the windows with a huge stone and finally make away with her bags and all the jewellery she had on while other road users looked on. Who would butt in ke? Everyone was scared for their own life!

I thought fast…what do I do now?

Just then another even rougher looking guy joined our mini- party. The both of them were obviously part of the same gang of ‘obtaining by force’ thieves.
“Mama…drop something for boys” Who be ur mama, devil punish you!
He even sounded less persuasive than the first guy.
“Calm down princesa”, I told myself. I couldn’t let them know how scared I was. That was the first rule- never show the enemy you are afraid- So, turning to the them with a fake smile plastered on, I said. “Ha...una come for wrong time o…no money dey now…next time abeg…”
Area boy 1 quickly retorted.
“Aunty find us something…abi you want make we show ourselves”
He moved his hands towards his waist.
Show ourselves?? Whatever did he mean by that? I didn’t want to find out o. I looked ahead, the damned traffic was not moving! I had to give them something but that would mean bringing up my bag and wont that be like the biggest mistake I could make? They were so close, all they would need to do would be to reach into my car and grab the bag with all its contents. Why wait for mere crumbs when they could have the whole loaf? That’s usually the way they reasoned. My bag was better left on the floor where it was safely hidden from their view.

My hands went to my pigeon-hole. I always kept spare change for the beggars in there.
I brought out the first note I felt in there, not even looking to see how much it was and handed it to the first guy.
He quickly grabbed it and peered at it.
“10 naira?!! This woman think say we dey play for here o” he said to his partner.
"Na 10 naira you dey give us enh?" He flung the N10 note at my face.
I picked up the money still smiling my fake smile.
Abeg manage am na…na wetin I get be dat”

From the corner of my eye, i could see the traffic had started moving, the car in front of me was moving ahead. Should I move the car, I thought. It would only be for a few metres and then they would catch up with me again, what then?
I was still holding my miserable looking N10 note and the area boys had this angry looks on their faces. This was the time when they are supposed to bring out the gun hidden under their belt or the knife in their pocket. Wasn’t it?

Paan…Paan…Paaaaaaaann!!!
The bus driver behind me was blaring his horn. He shouted something. It sounded like “Move now!!”
The boys looked startled. Exchanging a brief look, they moved. They moved away!
I couldn’t believe my luck. Quickly I put the car in gear, glancing in the side mirrors to see if they were gone for real. They were. I drove on murmuring thanks to my God and the driver behind me.

The windows were wound up now, I was hot yes but relieved. Tomorrow the A.C had to be fixed!

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Someone sent this in my face book inbox today.
"Love,please watsup love, i found you, you are my love i wish to have you as soon as possible, am dying in e call me (insert phone number) then you il make my dream come tru ;lol.but if you dont..........il'l break ya bone"

He probably thought it was funny...that last part about breaking my bone. i didn't find it funny at all. Which kain toasting be dat one??
Nonsense!

Another thing o
Visiting my facebook today, i was surprised to see so many strange things like...
princesa has added so and so as friends or princesa has joined so and so group.
My people, shock catch me o. Some of these people added as friends,i didnt even know!
I checked the time i was supposed to have done those things-9am.
9am i wasnt even online!
na wa o...does anyone understand this?
Pls i need some sort of explanation! I hope someone is not assessing my account o!
Nothing wey no fit happen for internet.

Quirk, Quirk, Quirk

2008-05-09T13:57:00.003+01:00

I was tagged to do the ‘Six quirky things’ post by ejura, onome , florida and wellsbaba (dunno if anyone else has tagged me on this).
I have been really busy(sure u guys are tired of hearing me say this,lol!) which is why the post is coming kinda late and then I had to look up the word ‘quirky’ on google just to properly understand what it was I was supposed to write on.
According to Wikipedia...

“A quirk is an odd habit”

So I got thinking…what are my odd habits?
I came up with a few.
(Am not going to bother with putting up the rules of this tag cos am sure you all know them by heart by now seeing as almost everyone in blogville has done the tag already)

Here are some of my odd habits.

1. I find that after eating certain foods that are not easily digested like meat. I keep bringing them up from my stomach into my mouth even hours after to chew them again (you know like goats do). Gross I know! It irks me too but I can’t help it. It’s been like that since I was a kid and my younger brother also has the same habit.

2. When I lie in bed relaxing especially when am in really deep thought, my hands always stray to ‘that place’ and its not what you are thinking, dirty minds,lol! I just like pulling ‘em hair strands,lol!

3. I HATE darkness. I HATE to wake up in the middle of the night to ‘no light’ so I always make sure I have some light on somehow. You know how PHCN is now, one can never trust them so I make sure I light a lantern on standby before I sleep so when the generator is put off by midnight, the lantern will provide some light.

4. I have a crazy imagination that is even crazier when everywhere is dark(maybe that’s why I hate darkness). Its like this, my room is dark, then I catch a glimpse of my hat hanging on the wall, I start thinking-that looks like a monster’s head. Next thing I start seeing a monster’s head for real. It’s really scary…I tell you.

Why am i writing about darkness too much? maybe cos i have been chatting with darkelcee,lol!

5. When I meet people, I don’t just look at their faces or their clothes. I have this odd habit of looking at the craziest things like their nose hair or their teeth colour or their fingers or the folds on the neck. Maybe it’s the Virgo in me, I don’t know o!

I had a number six o, but I cant remember it now and I have to be somewhere right away! I’ll be back to complete this meme later.

Hoewever I tag mommy, S.chic, Charizard, anonymous gal, today’s ranting and nikkisab to tell us six quirky things about them too.

Mba nu!

2008-05-02T17:14:00.004+01:00

Hey guys, what’s popping?!

Thanks to everyone who commented on my brother’s wedding photos. They were lovely, kind comments although I think a little partial. Come on…my dress wasn’t that fab or was it really? Don’t mind me, I know it was. Got a lot of compliments, even my cousin who always feels like no one’s got it ‘spot on’ like she does actually asked me to take her to my tailor. So I guess my tailor deserves some kudos, right?

I haven’t been able to browse blogs or post any cos my laptop went awry.
Yes, the same laptop I just got few months back and it wasn’t the laptop’s fault o…it was the fault of a colleague of mine. Friends, a piece of advice, always listen to your instincts. I didn’t listen to mine and paid the price.

Okay last week, this colleague of mine came to borrow my computer speakers. I didn’t see any need not to oblige him since I was on my way out to a meeting so I allowed him take the speakers. The next day when I got back my speakers from him, they weren’t working anymore! Guess what he said when I asked him what happened- “I don’t know o!” I was so pissed, I mean if you don’t know…who knows??
Anyway, there was nothing I could do about it, the speakers were bad and that was that. I just made a mental note to not give out my speakers to anyone again.

So fast forward to two days ago, Wednesday exactly. I was preparing to leave for a meeting again when this same colleague of mine came to ask that I leave my laptop on for him cos he really needed to look up something on the net. My head screamed-HELL NO!!! but then again, I thought to myself, what could possibly go wrong, it was just him browsing the internet abi? So I left the system on for him to use only to get back later in the day to find that my system was not booting anymore. It just wasn’t coming up!

I quickly called him-my colleague and asked what happened to my laptop. His answer? You guessed right… "I don’t know o!”

It was only after I probed further, I learnt that he didn’t shut down my system after using it. He simply closed the lid and walked away! According to him, that was the way he handled his own laptop and there hadn’t been any problem so far. Imagine!!!

Who doesn’t know that after using a computer, he/she should shut it down??
Those that just close the lid of their laptops probably have preset it to hibernate or standby or something!

Anyway, long story short, thank God for HP laptops, I was able to recover my system to the original factory condition. Fine, I lost my installed programs and some files but am grateful my system is back and running again.

I have learnt my lesson and will NEVER again lend my laptop to anybody. Once bitten(or is it twice already), forever shy!

On to other gists.
It’s funny how in the last few days, I have been getting a lot of marriage pressure especially from the oddest quarters. Is it because my eldest brother just got married, everyone thinks princesa should be giving them invitation cards to her own wedding now?

First it was my cousin who came to my office on Monday. She had only just recently got married herself; her traditional wedding was two weeks before my brother’s. So she came to my office, ranted at me for not showing up at her wedding even though I had told her earlier that I won’t be able to make it down to the east for hers. After apologizing and placating her, she finally took a seat, asked how my brother’s wedding went then it started the inquisition.

“So now Kingsley is married, when is yours coming up?”
I look at her, amazed.
This my cousin is about 5 years older than I am and she just recently got married. Was it not just a few months back that she was single, desperate and frustrated by all the pressure from family and friends??
I remember I was the one who always encouraged her and told her not to worry cos her time would soon come. Now she had joined the crew reminding me of the fact that I aint getting younger.
Perhaps she was joking, I thought so I tried to change the topic.
“So how did your wedding go? Did you come with any pics?”
“I am serious o…I know you are still young but you know you are very fast, you finished school on time, you started work on time, you drive a car and you look older than your age…” She went on.
I was flabbergasted! This is not happening. This babe was serious for real.
“Okay so what? I am not bothered girl, I’ll get married when I will maybe after your sister U gets married”
Her sister U is like two years older than me and still single. She should go bug her sister and not me! Just cos she finally got herself a husband doesn’t give her the right to become a pest in my life. Some people sef!

The next day, on my way to a meeting with my boss and another colleague. My boss brought up the same topic of marriage.
He went on about how he felt I should have had two kids by now and about how I need to make a decision and settle down with any available man(okay maybe he didn’t put it that way but he implied it)
Thank God for my colleague, who on seeing my embarrassment quickly came to my defence. He butted in that I needed to take my time and it wasn’t all about ‘how fast’ but ‘how well’.
We finally won the argument and my boss let it drop but I still have a feeling that he is going to bring it up again very soon.

Later on, during our meeting at the client’s office. Guess whose case was brought up again? Correct…moi!

One of them (my client) told my boss that he needed to give me a project deadline.
I was confused, wondering what project they were talking about until they all burst out laughing. All of them men and married laughing at poor helpless princesa, the only lady in their midst.

Another one chirped in that I should stop torturing guys and get married so they will all know that am ‘officially off the shelf’. It was funny and not funny at the same time.

I understand that they are probably all concerned about me. My cousin, My boss and My clients but hell, I need some breathing space…they should free me abeg. I am not going to say ‘yes’ to the next guy that proposes just because I am desperate to answer Mrs. Somebody.
Mba nu!(Not at all!)

THE TRADITIONAL WEDDING PHOTOS

2008-04-28T17:19:00.003+01:00

Yeah, i know you all have been waiting eagerly for the wedding pics.
See them, all forming anonymous while waiting to view princesa's pics! Anyway, lucky for you guys, am not anonymous, all ye photo mongers for no see picture,lol!

The wedding went well.
I no get strength for long tory.
You guys just click on the link below and view some of the pics.
http://picasaweb.google.com/princessimma/KingsleyAmaraSTraditionalWedding

Just blabbing!

2008-04-23T11:06:00.002+01:00

I know I promised to do a proper post last time but I wasn’t able to do it until now cos I was a little indisposed,lol, who am I kidding?? I was down! Down with malaria fever for 5 whole days! It wasn’t funny at all. One minute, I was hale and bubbly, the next I was burning up, shivering and in pains. These past days have been hell, I tell you but am glad it’s over now, am stronger and back to work.

Seriously now, I don’t have anything to blog about. My head is like empty right now. This is so unlike me, cos I usually have a lot in my head just begging to be put down but today, when I really need to blog about something, anything…i cant put my thoughts together. Did someone say after effects of the malaria? lol! I didn’t have cerebral malaria so don’t even go there!

Hmmm…what to gist…what to gist…

Okay, have I told you guys that my brother’s traditional wedding is coming up this Saturday? I put up the link to their wedding webbie, some time ago and many of you were sweet enough to visit and sign their guestbook. Well, in a few days, they would be traditionally wedded (is that a phrase?)lol! Anyway, this means that I would be travelling down east cos I have to play a prominent role in the wedding, It’s my brother remember? However I am so not looking forward to the long road trip to my village and its not just because of the “when are you calling us” which I am sure to get from my aunts and uncles, it’s because I HATE long distance trips by road!. Yea I know there are airplanes and flights to the east but hey are you gonna give the money?? I am megally broke,lol! NO! I am not kidding, I am serious! Yes even princesses gets broke at times and no, I haven’t been spending frivolously… okay… I admit I did spend frivolously on something recently, Something I probably never even needed in the first place (I didn’t realize it then). Don’t ask me what it was cos I aint telling. Lol! Maybe if I hadn’t bought it, I would have extra cash to pay for my flight down east this weekend*sighs*

Oh well, I can’t dwell on that now, I just need to get my road travel gear ready for the inevitable road trip. Aha! Did I mention that my brother’s wife, my sister-in-law is a really sweet and lovely person and am sure we’ll get along really well. I never had a sister growing up and am glad am getting one now by marriage,lol! Am sure she’ll enjoy her new family. We are waiting to receive her with open arms.

Ahem! I picked up my clothes from the tailor’s yesterday. It’s the ones am rocking at the traditional wedding and the Church thanksgiving. I daresay they look absolutely fab and I know am going to get a lot of compliments on my outfit on the D-day. Whose eyes is turning green??lol!
Maybe I’ll have some pics for you all when I return. Maybe you guys will have to beg me before I post any,lol!
Anyway, thing is I am looking forward to having a blast this weekend, I hope you all do too!
Am out,
Cheers,
princesa

LIFE LESSON

2008-04-15T15:21:00.025+01:00

A long time ago, there was an Emperor
who told his horseman that if he could ride on his horse and cover as much land area as he liked, he-the Emperor would give him the area of land he had covered.
Sure enough, the horseman quickly jumped onto his horse and rode as fast as possible to cover as much land area as he could. He kept on riding and riding, whipping the horse to go as fast as possible.

When he was hungry or tired, he did not stop because he wanted to cover as much area as possible until he came to a point when he had covered a substantial area and was exhausted and dying.

Then he asked himself, "Why did I push myself so hard to cover so much land area? Now I am dying and I only need a very small area to bury myself"

The above story is similar with the journey of our Life.

We push very hard everyday to make more money, to gain power and recognition.

We neglect our health , time with our family and we fail to appreciate the surrounding beauty and the hobbies we love.

One day when we look back , we will realize that we don't really need that much ,but then we cannot turn back time for what we have missed.

Life is not about making money, acquiring power or recognition.

Life is definitely not about work!

Work is only necessary to keep us living so as to enjoy the beauty and pleasures of life.

Life is a balance of Work and Play, Family and Personal time. You have to decide how you want to balance your Life, define your priorities. Realize what you are able to compromise but always let some of your decisions be based on your instincts.

Happiness is the meaning and the purpose of Life, the whole aim of human existence so take it easy, do what you want to do and appreciate nature.

Life is fragile , Life is short. Do not take Life for granted. Live a balanced lifestyle and enjoy Life!

Watch your thoughts ; they become words.

Watch your wordss ; they become actions.

Watch your actions ; they become habits.

Watch your habits; they become character.

Watch your character; it becomes your destiny!

Make una manage this one, i go do proper post later,lol!

princesa.

...and they say Nigerians are dishonest!

2008-04-09T14:33:00.004+01:00

I am Nigerian and I am not a dishonest person but ever since I grew to understand the meaning of the word-Honesty, I have been made to understand that Nigerians are very dishonest people at least that is how we are portrayed everywhere especially outside the shores of this country.

I am not going to start making arguments or try to prove that this impression is wrong, however what I do know is that dishonest people abound in all races and colours. Being Nigerian doesn’t make a person dishonest. It’s a choice of character…people can always decide to be honest or not.

That said, of late I have had reasons to begin to believe that Nigerians may really be honest people despite the hard conditions we have to live with. I mean, come on…we all know how challenging it is living in this country. The average common man lives below a dollar a day…how pathetic! There are so many factors that encourage dishonesty and crime in this country. I am not trying to make excuses for the criminal minded; all I am saying is the environment we live in contributes a great deal to our character. A hungry man is more likely to think of stealing food to calm his rumbling belly than a man who’s had enough to eat.

Like I said earlier, some recent incidents have made me arrive at the conclusion that Nigerian may really be honest people after all or perhaps there is some transformation of character going on.

Just last Easter, my parents travelled down to the village as is their usual custom. I didn’t go with them… had too much work to deal with here in Lagos. One night , I was home chilling when I get a call from my cousin who is based in Kaduna. She calls to tell me that a strange person had called her with my mum’s number to say that she picked up my mum’s phone somewhere in my mum’s village. She didn’t know how to get the phone back to its owner and decided to call the first name stored on the phone(which was my cousin’s). My cousin had thought I was in the village with my folks and decided to reach me so I could tell my mum.
I called my mum to let her know and she was very relieved to hear the news. It turned out she had gone to her hometown for a meeting earlier that day and misplaced the phone but didn’t know where.
Long story short, she called the woman, met up with her and retrieved her phone the next day.
What a honest woman! Nothing stopped her from just flinging the Sim card into the nearest bush and pocketing the handset but she chose to go the honest way-returning the phone back to its owner.

Now, two days ago, my brother had come to see me in my office, actually he had come to give me five litres of fuel to help me get my car home. Yea, it’s fuel scarcity time again in Naija, crazy! Living near a huge river yet one still can’t get a cup of water to wash one’s face, that’s the irony in this country. It’s really sad. I am lucky I was able to get a few litres of petrol this morning if not I would have had to take public transport home which I haven’t done for a long time. Pity the BRT (Newly introduced bus transport system in Lagos) buses haven’t started plying my home route yet; it would have been an opportunity to have my first ride in them. I hear they are very comfortable though.
Anyway, I digress.

So my brother had come to give me the fuel. While pouring the fuel into my tank he had kept his phone on top the car and somehow forgot it there. After fueling the car, we drove off and the phone probably fell off as I moved.

It wasn’t until he needed to make a call during our ride home that he realized his phone wasn’t with him. There was nothing we could do, we were almost home and couldn’t turn back to go look for the phone. We didn’t even know where exactly it had fallen so we tried to call his number and kept getting “the number you’ve called is not available at the moment, please try later”. In Naija, if you are looking for your phone and dial it to get that response, it could be interpreted to mean: “bros, just forget this phone o…nothing for you and this phone again, person wey need am don claim am”,lol! As in someone must have picked it and turned it off already or replaced your Sim card with his.

So we thought-no hope! The phone was gone. My brother immediately started making plans on how to arrange for a new phone.

Yesterday morning, when I got to work, I passed by the Mallam(Hausa man) who watches over the compound and it struck me to ask him about the phone. I asked if he had seen any phone around and the man immediately answered in the affirmative. In a few minutes, I was holding my brother’s phone. I was pleasantly surprised and gave him a little something to put in his pocket. Nothing stopped him from saying he hadn’t seen any phone, there was no way I was going to know if he had or not but he chose to be honest and returned the phone to me. Now, this is a night watch man who may not even have a phone much less one like my brother’s, still he didn’t hold on to what wasn’t his, he gave it back.
Honest mallam!

Later on in the day(same yesterday), I had to attend a meeting with my boss at a client’s office and since there was no fuel in any of the cars cos of the fuel scarcity, we had to take a cab.
Naturally, we also had to take a cab back to the office after our meeting.

I didn’t realize my phone was missing until after a few hours after I had gotten back to the office. I wanted to make a call and couldn’t find my phone. I turned my bag inside out and scattered my desk until it occurred to me that I must have dropped the phone in that taxi cab we took back to the office. I remembered I had the phone in my hand when I was in the cab.

So I quickly dialed the number and got: “Ol’ gal, just forget this phone o…nothing for you and this phone again, person wey need am don claim am”, lol! Okay I kid. I got the usual number is not available story. I was so sad. My contacts, My pictures, My music, My videos even my text messages(lol, yes I save the very nice ones…am mushy like dat!) were all gone…just like that! I didn’t want to believe it.

At that same time, I was chatting with a friend and blogger-Obi so I told him what had happened. He tried to call my phone and told me it was ringing. A man picked the phone and told him he was at a hospital somewhere in Lagos. He gave him the directions on how to get there to pick the phone. I was relieved, overjoyed and skeptical at the same time. How were we to know it wasn’t a trap or something? Obi reassured me that there was no reason for the man to want to trap him and that he would go himself to the place and get my phone back for me. What a sweetheart! Obi am sure you are reading this. I want to say a very BIG thank you once again. You are incredible dude!

So I got my phone back this morning in one piece. As I type this post, my phone is right here on my desk smiling at me and I am smiling back,lol!
According to the man who gave the phone to Obi, a patient of his had picked up the phone from a cab on his way to the hospital and gave it to him to try and get it back to the owner. The patient and the doctor had the choice to be dishonest but they weren’t. They were both honest Nigerians!

So you see, we are a good people after all!

The morning of April 4th,1998

2008-04-04T10:29:00.000+01:00

I typed this post last friday but couldn't post it cos i was out of the office for the best part of that day.

Anyway just incase you are wondering why the date reads 4th april. Dont worry you're not seeing double, i backdated it,lol!
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Fourth of April, 1998.
It’s a decade already but the events of that day are still very fresh in my mind. It’s not easy to forget negative experiences.

That day was a Saturday. It was the day me and my brother were going to write JAMB for the second time. For those who do not know, JAMB is like a compulsory examination which you have to sit for and pass before you can enter any of the universities in Nigeria.
My brother and I were taking the exam for the second time, not that we had failed the first attempt but the results of the center where we wrote that first JAMB exam had been cancelled for reasons best known to JAMB people.
So we had to write another JAMB exam and it was scheduled for Fourth April 1998.

The day broke normally. Nothing suggested that anything negative was going to happen. Unlike other Saturdays when we slept in as late as we wanted, we had to rise early to prepare for our exams that day. Our exam center was very far from where we lived at the time and we couldn’t afford to take chances with the Lagos traffic.

My mum voice woke us up that morning. She was always a light sleeper.
“See this children! Its 6.30am and you people are still sleeping enh? You have forgotten you have an exam today abi? Your mates are already at their exam centres and my own children are here snoring their life away…oya hanlele(get up quickly) from that bed and go get ready!”

I jumped out of bad and headed for the bathroom to take a quick shower.

I was coming out of the bathroom when I heard the noise. It was my mum shouting at the top of her voice.
“ COME AND OPEN THE DOOR O, SOME PEOPLE ARE HERE!!”
Her voice was coming from the direction of the front door to the house. I wondered why she was out there shouting for someone to open the front door when she knew we hardly opened that door. She could have come through the back door except maybe the people she was talking about were strangers. Then I wondered what kind of strangers would come visiting at 6.30am in the morning. It all seemed strange so I went to the sitting room to peep out of the window.
There she was, standing on the front porch with two strange looking men. She didn’t look like anything was wrong but there was something strange about the way she was screaming at the top of her voice for someone to open the door.
What I didn’t know then was that those men were men of the underworld, in simple speak-armed robbers and my mum was trying to alert those of us inside that something was wrong. I didn’t get her message but my dad did and he locked his door and hid in his toilet. Perhaps that was his saving grace, if those devils had met him, they may have killed him.

My instincts said not to open the front door so I decided to go through the back door and check what was really up. I was still clad in my towel. As I opened the back door to step out, there was my brother and my cousin being led back into the house by another strange looking man. I still didn’t immediately realize that they were armed robbers. I stood there at the door blocking their entrance and asked.
“What is happening? Who is this man??”

At that same moment, I saw it and froze. A gleaming black pistol was pointing at me.
The scratchy voice went.
“You better turn back inside before I blow out your brains!”
Jesus Christ!
I didn’t need another prompting. I quickly turned on my heels and led the entourage back into the house.
As we entered the sitting room, there was my uncle(My mum’s youngest brother who was visiting) peeping out of the window. He immediately turned towards us as we entered. The man who was behind us with the gun now barked “LIE DOWN ALL OF YOU!”
My uncle was the first to hit the floor. Now, Where are the men when you need them to be macho? lol!
Anyway, we all prostrated on the floor. He barked again.
“HIDE YOUR FACE, I NO WANT SEE ANY BODY EYES O!” I sneaked a look up. That was when I noticed that he had one eye. He really looked frightening!

That same moment, my mum was led into the sitting room by the other two men she was standing with earlier. They had gotten tired of waiting on the front porch and decided to come in through the back. There was another man too with them. Now they numbered four.

They pushed my mum to the floor as the one who appeared to be their leader asked.
“WEY THE HEAD OF THIS HOUSE?”
My mum replied.
“He is not at home”
“MADAM, YOU THINK SAY WE DEY PLAY? I SAY WEY THE HEAD OF THIS HOUSE??”
One of the men now pulled up my uncle from the ground.
“NA YOU BE THE HEAD OF THIS HOUSE ABI?”
My uncle was shaking terribly. He looked like he was going to piss in his pants any minute.
“No be me o! Abeg no be me…I be visitor”
“I SAY NA YOU GET THIS HOUSE! OYA IF YOU SAY NO BE YOU, WHERE THE PERSON DEY?”
I swear, if my mum didn’t cut in at that point my uncle would have blurted out that my dad was home. So she quickly butted in.
“Oga I don tell you say the person no dey house. Anything you want, we go give you abeg “
Their leader seemed to believe her so he signaled the other guy to leave my uncle who appeared very relieved as he quickly lay down on the floor again.

By now one of them led my youngest brother into the sitting room. He had been sleeping and still had that sleepy look about him. I didn’t think he fully realized what was going on.
One of them asked him.
“Where is your daddy’s room? Oya carry us go there”
My brother led him out. After a few minutes I could hear the banging on my dad’s door. The man was shouting.
“OPEN THIS DOOR OR I BREAK IT DOWN!!”
I wondered if my dad would open the door.
After another few minutes, they came back in. My brother and the man in tow. It looked like he finally accepted that my dad wasn’t home.
Then the one who looked like the leader barked at my mum.
“OYA WOMAN, WHERE IS THE ONE MILLION DOLLARS??”
I thought to myself.
How the hell did this devils think we had one million dollars in this house?? One million dollars?? Not even One million naira!
“ Please, we don’t have one million dollars in this house o!’ My mum pleaded.

“WOMAN YOU THINK SAY WE COME HERE TO PLAY ENH? AS YOU SEE US SO…NA REAL BUSINESS WE COME FOR O…THE PERSON WEY SEND US SAY WE FIT KPAI(kill) ANYBODY WEY WE WANT O…SO MAKE UNA JUST CO-OPERATE WIT US IF UNA NO WANT DIE. I SAY GO BRING THE ONE MILLION DOLLARS”

I wondered if we really had that kind of money in the house. Was there something I didn’t know?
My mum kept insisting there was no such money in the house and the men got more furious. The leader then hit her with the butt of the gun he was holding. I saw blood run down my mother’s head. The anger and fear I felt was incomprehensible, I trembled.
Then he pulled up my second brother. The one I was supposed to be writing JAMB with. The clock in the sitting room chimed almost at the same time. 7.30am! The devils had been around for 1 hour now.

He pointed his gun at my brother’s head and turned to my bleeding mum.
“AT THE COUNT OF 5, IF YOU NO BRING OUT THE ONE MILLION DOLLARS, I GO SHOOT DIS BOY…ONE..”
The man looked like he didn’t much prompting to kill.
My mum was crying now as she said “Please don’t kill him, we don’t have one million dollars but I’ll give you every thing we have…come follow me”
She got up and they filed out. The leader with his gun still pointed at my brother and another one of the robbers. They headed for my mum’s room.

We were left lying on the sitting room floor with the two other thieves. The one-eyed guy and another one who was bent on picking every thing he laid his eyes on. He had a big bag which he was throwing things into. He threw in the VCD remote control. As he made to throw the VCD player in, Mr. One eye who obviously was not in agreement with his colleague’s petty thievery stopped him.
“E never do?? Leave all those things jare…no be wetin we come for!”
I guessed he didn’t want to carry excess baggage. All he was interested in was the One Million dollars.
The other guy dropped the VCD player but he didn’t return the remote control. Idiot! Because of him, we didn’t have a remote control for that VCD after that day. Soon after, Mr. Petty Thief stepped out of the sitting room. He probably went to ransack our rooms and bags cos we later found out when they left that our things had been turned upside down, my cousin’s salary had been stolen, some of my brothers’ trousers and shirts were also missing.

So we lay there listening to the sounds and noise coming from the direction of my mum’s room. By the way, I was still clad in my towel and my cousin had this see through nightgown on. I wondered who looked more tempting (motivation to rape) to the robbers between the both of us. Thankfully, that was not part of their agenda cos they didn’t even seem to notice our semi nude outfits.
Occasionally we would raise our heads but there was always a ready kick to the head from Mr. One eye who stood guard over us.
After what seemed like a life time, they came back to the sitting room. My mum, my brother, and our masters-the armed robbers. One of them was carrying a travelling bag-my uncles’. That bag contained money…raw cash. It wasn’t one million dollars but it was a lot of money in naira. My uncle was a business man based in the east and was supposed to be traveling out of the country the next day for business. The money in the bag was to be changed to foreign currency later on in the day.
Till today, I still think those guys were tipped off by someone or maybe they trailed my uncle to our house.

As they came into the sitting room. The one who had been with us- Mr. One eye asked their leader.
“Una don get the dough?”
The leader opened the bag. It was filled with naira notes and the demented man said.
“This one na paper full am o!”
Imagine! Calling someone’s hard earned sweat, paper! I was disgusted.
The clock chimed 8am.
They had been here for an hour, 30 minutes now.
I looked at my mum. Her top was soaked with blood. The blood on her head seemed to have congealed; it wasn’t running down her head like before…thank God!

They hadn’t gotten One million dollars but they had gotten something and I guess they realized that was all they were getting so they bundled us all into the kitchen and locked us inside.
They also locked the main door from outside so there was no way for us to get out and they left.
My dad later opened the kitchen door and let us out. My mum was quickly rushed to the hospital and my brother and I had to hurry off to our JAMB exam venues.
We arrived late like halfway into the examination. I was mentally disorganized; I couldn’t concentrate on the paper in front of me. The events of that morning kept playing over and over in my mind. I was worried about my mum and wondered if she was okay. Everything was just crazy!
It was a surprise that I made a good result-far above the cut off mark.
Maybe God wanted to compensate me for the trauma I had passed through.

I pray we (me and you reading) never have to go through that kind of experience in our lives in Jesus’ name, Amen.

"All correct Sir!"

2008-04-01T11:57:00.003+01:00

When you’re ‘all correct’, you become confident. You are not scared that you might fall short of any standards because you know that you have fulfilled all necessary obligations.

Am sure you all are wondering what this babe is rambling about.

Will get to it in a minute.

Picture this.
You are a student in a school and you need to have certain requirements before yon can receive lectures. For instance, a particular lecturer insists that every student must buy his ‘handouts’(you know how some lecturers put together some notes, photocopy them, call them handouts and insist you buy then at exorbitant prices) before you can sit in his class for lectures. Unfortunately your ass is broke and you can’t afford the ‘handouts’ at the time but you desperately want to receive lectures. So you sneak into the classroom and pray Mr. Lecturer doesn’t notice you and ask for your copy of the handout. Even when you need to ask a question during the lecture, you can’t because you are not ‘all correct’!

Or let’s try this other scenario.

You are a driver in Lagos and FRSC(FEDERAL ROAD SAFETY COMMISION) laws say that you must have a fire estinguisher, C-caution sign and a valid driver’s licence before you can drive your car in the city.
You don’t not have the requirements above but you still need to drive somewhere so you get into your car praying you don’t run into any Road Safety official on your way.
Sometimes you are lucky and you don’t or you pass by them and they don’t bother to stop you for their normal ‘checks’.
Other times, you ain’t so lucky and you run into them. They stop you and you get booked for being a defaulter-you may have to eventually pay like 5 times the price for those items you don’t have. Its either that or you decide to beg, flash your super white ‘32’(teeth) and toast(flatter) the officer if he/she is of the opposite sex.

“Officer, haba…take am easy na. Na forget I forget am for house(lol! Forget ko!), abeg mercy for me…see as you fine…people wey fine like you no suppose vex na…you resemble Ramsey Noah o…na your brother?....officer…oya smile na…”

LOl! See toasting!
Even when its obvious that the FRSC Officer looks like a direct descendant of the baboon, you’ll still call him ‘fine boy’ all so that he can let you go.
Sorry for you if the guy decides to believe your psyching and even begin to nurse the notion that you just may be interested in him as per ‘fine boy no pimples’ wey him be na,lol! So he asks for your phone number and God help you if you refuse to give it to him. Don’t even think of giving a fake number cos he is going to call the number right there on the spot unless of course you have a good lie to back it up.

Anyway, the point am trying to make here is that you have to endure all the wahala just because you were not ‘all correct’. You get the point now? Things would definitely have been different if your game was tight and you had all the required items.

Okay to the main gist of the day.

I have been an actor in that second scenario a couple of times,lol!
I had my C-caution sign, my driver’s licence but no Fire estinguisher. I think it was just plain ol’ laziness on my part cos I just kept saying-tomorrow, tomorrow…I’ll get it but would forget only to remember as soon as I saw the familiar brown uniformed guys a few metres ahead. Then I’ll have to go through the usual flashing my ‘31’( my teeth are not up to 32, am I normal peeps?) and toasting the officer. Unfortunately if it was a female officer, then I’ll have to think up more tactics to get out of the situation, trust me…smiling and toasting from a female don’t work with the female officers. I may get lucky and she calls her superior officer who is usually a male, so I unleash my charms on him and in a few minutes am off on my way again with the smile on my face and the scrowl on hers(the female officer).

“Am sorry lady but my charms are very effective,lol!”

Anyway, I soon got tired of playing those games with the officers and got me a nice looking fire extinguisher. Guess what guys? Since una sister buy fire extinguisher, I haven’t been stopped by any FRSC officer o! See devil! When I didn’t have a fire extinguisher, I was stopped at every turn by the FRSC people but now I have gone and got me a really fine fire extinguisher, dem no gree stop me again …mshew …nonsense and fried chicken!

But on my way to work yesterday morning, I finally got stopped.
There I was jejely driving my small hummer(lol) when this man in brown uniform just jumped into the road in front of me motioning for me to “Park!’
First of all I was not mildly pissed at the abrupt way he stopped me and I was ready to tell him my mind. I wouldn’t have been able to if it was when I wasn’t ‘all correct’ sha.
So I parked like the nice lady that I am, wound down the glass and stared him in the face and reprimanded him.
“Why did you have to stop me so abruptly, you know you could have caused an accident?”
He quickly apologized with this smug smile on his face that said:
“Abeg leave that one and show me wetin I want see…I sure say you no go get dem…by then we go know who go dey say sorry”
I understood the look and was pleased cos I was going to burst his bubble.

“Your driver’s license madam?”

I fumbled in my bag for a while. He still had the smug look on his face. He was probably thinking I didn’t have my license and was just killing time. I got it out finally and surrendered it to him. After looking at it intently like he was trying to determine if it was really my pic on the license, he went on.

‘Your Fire Extinguisher and C-caution ma?

The time was finally here. I was going to show my fire extinguisher to an FRSC officer for the first time…what a thrill,lol!

So I got down from the car. Showed off my fine legs first( even though he hadn’t asked to see that:)), then I lifted the trunk and got out my ‘fine’ fire extinguisher. I gave it to him proudly.
He opened the pack probably wishing in his heart it was one of ‘em fake extinguisher but na…sorry dude! mine was really cool as he soon discovered, he even nodded his head as he put it back into the pack.
I gave him the C-caution too.

As I walked back into my car, I was the one with the smug look on my face...I was ‘all correct’!

Ps: I really missed you all. I had to take some time off bloggimg to concentrate on some other issues although I still made out time to visit some blogs.
You’ll be seeing more of me, I promise you guys.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU AFROBABE.

Letter to my friends

2008-03-18T14:21:00.002+01:00

Dear Friends,
I hope you are all doing very well, if so doxology,lol!
The main purpose of my writing this letter is to let you know that I will be off blogging for some time. I am not leaving blogville or abandoning you my darlings. I am only going to be busy with some other stuff that won’t allow me to blog for a while. It may take a week or two or even more but I’ll definitely be back.
However, even though I may not be blogging. I’ll still be very visible at your ends.
Love you all. HAPPY EASTER!
*Hugs*
Princesa.

Get thee behind me!

2008-03-12T10:31:00.002+01:00

I saw him walk into my office. There was no mistaking the height or build.
We embraced.

Him: Heeeey! It’s been a while…you’ve lost some weight and it is good!
Me: Yea a really long while. It’s been almost a year since I last saw you right?
Him: Yes…something like that. I saw your car outside while driving past and was wondering what you were still doing at work this late.
Me: Its only 7 and I had some work to tidy up. How is the family?
Him: They are fine. Mehn…you look very sexy! I never imagined you would look this good if you lost some pounds but you do!
Me: (Smiling) Thanks. You didn’t see me when I really lost the weight. Now I have packed on the pounds again
Him: Oh yea…you must have worked really hard. So what did you do?
Me: No big deal. Just dieting…you know watching what I eat and so on
Him: And it really worked! See how good you look, I could eat you up right now
Me: (laughing) Eat me ke! Abeg o!
Him: You refused to date me na. I don’t know what I did to you sef
Me: You are married, that’s what!
Him: You remember you told me to give you N5 million and you would date me for one year.
I had told him that last year when he kept bugging my life. The bugging stopped soon after that…I knew it would. Stingo!
Me: Of course I remember! So do you have the money now?
Him: Haba, sweetheart that is being materialistic now. It’s like I am paying you for your love…can’t you just love me from your heart?
Me: (lol! See this ewu can beer wey dey find osho free…nonsense!)Did you say love?? If I want love I know where to go for it…not with a married man!
Him: This babe you harsh o! Let me make you feel like a real woman
Me:??
Him: (making a fist) You know my thing…my thing is very big…really BIG. You see this your fine hips enh…that’s just what they need. I’ll….
Me: Abeg cut the crap, am leaving the office now. After you!

Get thee behind me all ye married men!

Lenten Appraisal

2008-03-06T10:23:00.006+01:00

In 17 days, it’d be Easter and this year’s Lenten season would be over.
The Lenten season began exactly 1 month ago(February 6th) with the ash Wednesday celebrations.
Today I sit back to take stock of how good/bad I have been this lent.
Before the Lenten season began, I had PLANS, lots of plans on what and what I’d do. You know how the season is meant for us to retreat into ourselves, mortify our flesh through fasting and other forms of denial and try to amend our life in line with the word of God.
So like I said earlier I had made plans. Stuff I was going to do and stuff I wouldn’t do. Some of my ‘To do’ plans were-

Cut down on blogging
Attend week day masses(I am catholic) at least 2ce every week.
Fast 6-12(Yea…yea…I no fit do the marathon 6-6,lol!)at least 3ce every week
Pray the rosary at least once a week
Do the Stations of the cross prayer at least once a week
Go to confession and confess all those my bad bad behaviours,lol!
Receive communion at least 2ce a week
Keep God’s temple(my body of cos!) holy meaning nothing like kissing or touchery not to talk of the main do-SEX!

And some of the ‘Not to do’ plans:
No too much ‘Goodtime’ (you know…too much having fun) this period
Partying is out of it!
Too much of ( I wonder…how do one rate ‘too much’??) ‘TFC’, Tantalizers, Chicken republic, Barcelos, all the nice chop chop places sha is not allowed.

So the question now is how have I fared??
Very bad, I think.
Let’s take ‘em one by one.

Cut down on Blogging
So the Idea was- no staying back after work to read blogs, comment, whatever! But sadly, it’s like I read even more blogs this periods. Sometimes I am through with work for the day around 5pm but instead of making like a good girl and packing my ‘ngwongwo’(load) to head for church(the original plan…remember?). I’d say “Just one more blog…God pleaseeeeeeeeeeee! And the next thing, I’ll find myself staying on till it gets too late to go to church. My bad BAD…I know. Really from now on if any of you sees me on ur blog again at odd hours(lol), chase me out with koboko o!(yea right!)

Attend week day masses at least 2ce every week
If you take the fact that out of the 30 or so days already gone in this lent season, yours truly has only attended weekday mass TWICE… am sure you’ll join me to say I failed woefully! Kai…I dey shame for myself…seriously! I admit that though some of the times I have had to work(yea…real work) late, the major culprit for this has been BLOGGING… God save me!

Fast 6-12 at least 3ce every week
On this one, I no fit shout o! You guys want the truth?? Okay here goes…I haven’t fasted for even one day!(God must be so mad at me really)
Sometimes I hardly even remember. I start eating and then suddenly it clicks-“you’re supposed to be fasting girl!’ Only then it’s too late as some of the food done reach destination already.
My boss even remarked one day “I thought catholics also fast during lent” lol! I felt so ashamed and replied “Yea…but am not feeling too well, I have to eat before I fall down”(lol! Do we include lying to my list of sins now?), I doff my hat for my oga(boss) sha, the man has been doing marathon 6am-6pm fasting everyday. I guess if going to heaven depended on how well one could fast, the man for done get room and parlour for there tey tey,lol!) Okay…I digress. The truth is that princesa hasn’t fasted at all this Lenten season and something has to done to remedy the situation… innit??

Pray the rosary/ Do the Stations of the cross prayer at least once a week
*uncheck*
I have failed woefully in this regard again. Can’t remember the last time I held a rosary in these hands. Na rily wa for me sha! Stations of the cross nko?? Na person wey dey go church go do dat one and me na BAD church goer(We’ve established that already na).

Go to confession
I must confess am still carrying my sins around and the weight(of the sins) is not a small matter o! E heavy well well my people. Haven’t downloaded them on a priest yet. Seriously now…I need to go to confession asap! Maybe this weekend.

Receive communion at least 2ce a week
I haven’t gone for confession yet and I can’t receive communion until I do so I guess its *uncheck* for this too. Note to self: You’ve got to hurry up with the confession girl.

Keep God’s temple holy
I have avoided situations that could make me fail this and I daresay I have succeeded with the no kissing/touchery/Sex part. However I have done certain things(am not telling!) that may make it impossible for me to wholly claim that I have followed the plan to the letter. “Forgive me Lord”.

No too much ‘Goodtime’/Partying/Hanging out
Now this, I have contravened seriously.
Just weeks back, this babe was at the Naija facebook beach party and yours truly rocked real hard! Well, that’s like the only party I have been to this lent so I guess its not too bad(yeah…right...who am i kidding!).
On ‘hanging out’, I have also done a lot of that. It’s not a bad thing, don’t get me wrong plzzzz, just that in the spirit of the season I should be engaging less in pleasurable stuff.

Am sure you’all will agree with me now when I say I have not been a ‘very good’ girl this lent. Oh well….its never too late to make amends right? As my people say-“a problem identified is a problem half solved” (I just made that up,lol!)
I have to start making serious efforts to get into God’s good books. I still got 17 days…thank God!

Ps: Thanks to everyone who dropped by my brother’s wedding website and signed their guestbook. You guys are simply Fab!

The Whipping

2008-02-28T13:42:00.003+01:00

“Onyi it’s almost 2pm, are we not going to supervise the J.S 1 students washing the toilets today?” I asked my friend. She was the school health prefect and her duties included overseeing the daily washing of the school toilets which was usually done by the J.S 1 students.
“Oh that’s true, thanks for reminding me. Lets go then” She said as she got up from her seat.
I loved to go with her on these daily supervisions. It was cool to be a senior girl and deal with those silly J.S1 kids who didn’t realise that this was no longer primary school where they could behave as they liked. Here, there were seniors and we ruled!

So we headed to the back of the school where the toilets were located to discharge the day’s responsibility.

We were seated some distance from the toilets. God! The stench that came from that direction was something else! We loved to exercise our power over the juniors but we hated the stench more so we would do our bullying from a distance.

“Hey you! Junior girl…what’s that you’re doing? You call that washing toilet abi? Oya come on…brush it very well…see how she’s holding the brush sef…as if you don’t go to toilet and you over there, you are holding ur nose abi? So its smelly enh?? Is it not your shit that that is causing all the stench…you want to deny…enh?? Nonsense…you better wash it properly o…if not…no going home for you kids today!”
We laughed at them. It was fun to be seniors. After all we had done our share during our time and now it was their turn.

As we sat there gisting away. I saw something gleaming on the grass. It was a small gold hoop earring. I picked it up and showed it to Onyi. It was a fine one…someone had probably lost her earring. We admired it and then i suddenly thought it would make a nice nose ring, Onyi agreed too. So I wore it on my nose and she complimented me saying I looked like a Fulani maiden. We agreed to take turns at wearing it. I would wear it for a while then it would be her turn to try the Fulani maiden look. Just then, the bell signifying Closing parade (assembly) rang.

My school was a military school and we held parades every morning before classes began and in the afternoons before school dismissed. The parades were compulsory, you dared not miss it. Every soldier (we were taught by soldiers) and student must be present at the parade ground. Any student caught in the classroom during parade was dealt with severely and in my school they definitely knew how to deal severely with students. The parade was usually headed by the school commandant and in his absence the A.O took charge. Now, our A.O was a terrible man. He was a sadist and he particularly loved dealing with female students especially the fine ones! Rumours had it then that he was jilted by his fiancée and because of that, he took out his frustrations on the girls. I was fortunate not to have fallen into his trap yet and I prayed never to. Unfortunately for me, it was only a matter of time before I did.

There we were standing at the parade ground. We usually lined up according to our classes from the Juniors to the Seniors and the A.O was leading the parade that day. He stood there at the front of the parade ground addressing us students. As usual he was making threats and talking about how he’d deal with any student who misbehaved. As he talked, he walked from row to row till he stopped at the seniors end.
“Ah..ha! Yes I have seen a scapegoat today…You there…come out!” he was pointing to our row. We all looked at each other wondering who the unfortunate person was.
“You wearing the nose ring…I said come out!”
I was jolted. I had completely forgotten I was still wearing the nose ring. My God…I was in real hot okro soup!
My friends whispered “princesa its you”
I nodded and slowly stepped out to the front of the parade ground.
The wicked man smiled. He was very happy. He had found a scape goat to take out his sadistic tendencies on. I wanted to just die. The shame of being publicly flogged on the parade ground was just too much. The WHOLE school was going to watch me being disgraced. Senior like me…ha!

“You there, come!” He gestured in the direction of a group of soldiers standing nearby. He was pointing directly at one of them. I looked up. It was my further maths teacher. He was my friend. Maybe things won’t be as terrible as I thought.
“I want you to teach this girl a proper lesson” The A.O handed over his koboko(horse whip) to my teacher.
My Further maths teacher looked very uneasy. How was he going to deal with me? I was his friend, in fact the closest to him in my class. I used to help him record exam scores. It wasn’t fair for him to be the one to carry out this task of dealing with me.
Anyway, an order is an order especially if it was coming from your superior. He had to obey.
“Lie down!” he barked at me.
I was scared. The koboko looked really menacing! I hated to be flogged. Hell! Who likes to be flogged??
So I laid down flat on the ground.
Twai! The first lash landed on my back.
I squirmed.
Twai! The second one.
I noticed he wasn’t lashing very hard but even at that, koboko na koboko and I was in pain!
Twai! The third lash.
“Stop!” It was the A.O. What?! Did the evil man have a change of heart??
“What do you think you are doing?” he was looking at my further maths teacher.
“You want me to show you how to flog…enh? Okay watch me”
The next lash cut into my skin. My back was on fire. It felt as if a knife had been used to cut my flesh. Twai!! It landed again. I screamed.
The A.O went on lashing at me with the koboko. Now I was sure I was going to die. The pain was crazy!
Then he stopped and handed over the horsewhip to my friend, the further maths teacher.
“I hope you saw how i did it, now deal with her properly!”
That day i saw hell. My further maths teacher went at it like his life was at stake. He really dealt with me. By the time he was through my blouse was stained with blood. The skin on my back had being torn by the tortous whipping.

That wasn’t even the hardest part. Parade over and School dismissed. I still had to face the glares of the other students. All eyes were on me. Every one was talking about the girl that was flogged on the parade ground. It wasn’t funny at all. I tried to keep a straight face and pretend i wasnt hurting but when the “Eh ya...sorry o” started pouring from my friends, i couldn’t hold it back. I broke down and cried like i had never done before. What i had gone through was too much. Just because of nose ring, i had been flogged like a thief. I felt sorry for myself.

When i got home that day. My parents were livid. The welts on my back were horrendous. My mum cursed the devil that did this to her daughter. She swore that she was going with me to the school the next day to confront the A.O but my Dad dissuaded her. He told her she would only end up being flogged out of the school premises if she tried to make any trouble with the A.O and i would be sent out of the school. He was right too.
My parents were only bloody civilians...they could do nothing. If my dad were a major-general or something senior officer in the army, he could get the A.O dealt with seriously. He could even cause him to be demoted in rank. He could do so much! But unfortunately he wasn’t, i could only lick my wounds and pray i never fall into the devil’s trap again...ever!

My Further maths teacher later apologised to me but things were never the same with us again till i left school.

Check out my brother's wedding website. Please sign the guest book, thanks.

Bloggerversary

2008-02-25T09:35:00.005+01:00

Let’s clink glasses.
It’s my first bloggerversary!
Feb 2007-Feb 2008
One whole year of posting blogs, reading blogs and sharing experiences
One whole year of fun
Blogging is hardwork and addictive but it’s still fun.
Joining this wonderful community of beautiful writers is one thing I don’t regret.
A lot of great people I have met here. Lovely friends I have made too
People I probably would never have met if I hadn’t discovered blogville.
Before Blogville, I never used to spend much time on the internet.
When I did, it was usually on fashion websites- browsing the latest season collections (Am no fashion junkie o…just have plans of having my own fashion label in future).
Or on my Yahoo 360 page
And when I wanted to amuse myself with the numerous toasters and their latest toastin lyrics, I’d go to Myspace
Now, I can’t remember the last time I checked any of those sites
Sometimes I even forget I need to check my mails
Yahoo 360 and Myspace people must be wondering what happened to me.
Am practically forever on blogspot these days.
Afrobabe’s, Carlang’s, Allied’s…..
Too many blogs to read
And too little time to read them…Ha!!!
Each day my romance with blogspot only waxes stronger
We still hooked together like stamp and letter
I remember how it all started…

I had met this nice dude on skype
Okay I forgot to mention I also spent some time skyping.
Found out that we went to the same university
And we had a few friends in common too
I rarely logged on to skype
But whenever I did, we were sure to chat
One day while chatting
He sent me a link with the words: “Check out my blog….”
So I clicked and was transported to bloggerland
He had just done a post on his late father then
A very sweet and touching post
I read and left a comment
Just as I was about to close the page window
At the top, I saw this icon that read: ‘next blog’
So I clicked and I found myself on another blog
But this time a strange one; some white lady’s blog,
I read on all the same but I didn’t leave any comment.
Clicked ‘next blog’ a couple more times
Reading all sorts of random blogs
And then I saw the other one
The ‘create blog’ sign
I tapped my mouse…Click…
And I had a blog!
So I did a post…my very first post- I don come o!
And then I buzzed my skype friend to let him know I just created a blog
Did I mention that my skype friend was Anibodude?
Yea he was my blog Godfather
I gave him the link, he visited my blog and left a comment
He wouldn’t visit again for months…bad God father,lol!
Oh well, probably wasn’t all his fault sha,
Me…blog-owner wasn’t even serious about my blog then
You see I already had a blog on Yahoo 360
And I put down stuff there once in a while
So it was that whenever I posted something there
I’d copy and post on my new blog
One thing that bothered me though was…
Comments! Where were the comments?!
Silly me…JJC(Johny just come)
I didn’t know I was supposed to visit other blogs
And post comments so others would find me too
I also didn’t know any other naija blogger except Anibodude
And he didn’t have any blog link on his page
He had just recently started blogging then
And didn’t know too many bloggers so I don’t blame him.
Alas, one day, he did a post
Where he had the links of two naija bloggers
Everyonelovesanaijagirl and Chidi
Where are those two are now?!?! Anyone know??
Anyway I checked out their blogs
Read almost all their posts
Interesting posts they were
Then I saw the list
It was on Chidi’s blog
A long list of blogs…
…Calabargal, Ugodaniels, Azuka ….
Endless!!!
Click, Click, Click
Blog after Blog
I read and read and read for hours on end
Not a few comments I dropped too.
The next time I checked out my blog
5 comments!!! I was so glad!
That’s not a mean feat these days, abi?
They were lovely encouraging comments.
Calabargal, UgoD, Sparkle, Chidi, Everyonelovesanaijagal, Excitedjade
I thank you guys for the love and support you gave.
So I fell more in love with my new hobby
I got better at posting and reading posts
I changed my name from princess to princesa
Not prisca or princessa
Neither pricesca nor porincesa
Just short and simple princesa.

81 posts, 4,582 profile views and some aliases
Madam blogger my brother calls me
Fantasyqueen says it’s Blog celeb
I am having fun here…am sure you all can tell
No crazy anon can drive me out of blogville!

Here’s to many more years of blogging.
Cheers guys!

Wuz up ma niggas??

2008-02-20T11:28:00.002+01:00

What's up everybody??
I know i have been MIA for a while now which is not like me(Ejura said so).
Thing is...i have been very busy with so many things, you know work and other stuffs.
I had to do this short post to reassure you guys that am fine.
I havn't been able to do my usual blog rounds but will try to as soon as i find the time.
I am excited...getting my new laptop later today so i should be able to do a proper post by then.
Love you all guys!

princesa(not princessa or pricesa or pricesca...some of una don baptise me with different names,lol!)

5 Guys Every Gal Should Date

2008-02-11T17:35:00.002+01:00

This is for the girls.

Guys, you can read too. Will love to hear what everyone has to say.

5 Guys Every Gal Should Date Before Settling Down by Brenda Della Casa, author of Cinderella Was a Liar

So you want a boyfriend. You're sick of the singles scene and ready to move right past "Go" and settle down with someone who will carry you straight into your happily ever after. Well, hold it right there, Miss Antsy-Pants! Before you go tango into the sunset with Mr. Right, you've got to take a few spins around the dating dance floor with a few Mr. Right Nows. Dating different personality types is the most effective way to find out your likes, dislikes and deal breakers. In fact, spending time with the wrong guys — namely these five — can actually make you a better package when Mr. Fabulous comes along.

Mr. Nice Romantic Guy

He'll show up with flowers, leave cards around your apartment and quote Keats on a whim. Think old-fashioned courtship, where you're being wooed instead of sitting by the phone wondering if he'll call.

Celebrity Counterparts:

Cary Grant, Johnny Depp as Don Juan DeMarco

What He'll Teach You:

This affectionate man will show you a softer side of our male counterparts (what a relief to have someone fawn over you for a change!), all the while raising your expectations of how you wish to be treated. After realizing that there are guys out there who understand the importance of a random note or kiss in the moonlight, you'll be less likely to stay with someone who degrades or ignores you in the future.

The Catch:

Most of the time these guys are in love with the idea of love. This means they will come on strong but lose momentum in the long haul as the reality of a relationship sets in (i.e., disagreements, uneventful days), but that doesn't mean you shouldn't date him and enjoy the experience! Just keep a level head while he floats around you.

Mr. Big Shot

He dresses sharp, talks slick and has the perfectly coiffed looks of a man straight out of a lad mag. One look at him in his tailored suit and you're toast — which is exactly why he wears it.
Celebrity Counterparts:

Chris Noth as Mr. Big, any Bond.
What He'll Teach You:

From sending your nether regions to Brazil (Mr. Big Shot doesn't 'do' granny panties) to the proper way to age a Cabernet, you're in for a crash course in the finer way of life. Dinners will be four-star and the conversation will witty. You'll walk from this relationship more sophisticated and well-aware of your own inner vixen.
The Catch:

As the 007 of romance, he's going in for the kill. He knows exactly what he's doing and the effect it's having on you — and every other girl around him. The odds of this guy slipping out of his suit and into a comfy relationship are low, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't enjoy the smooth ride around the town while it lasts.

Mr. Sexy Older Guy

He's old enough to have settled into his skin and has been involved with enough women to know that you require much more than dinner and a few martinis to get into the mood. Best of all, he never makes you late for dinner because he's playing Xbox.
Celebrity Counterparts:

Sean Connery, Antonio Banderas
What He'll Teach You:

He's got a lifetime of experience to share (in and out of the bedroom), which will likely keep you on your toes (and curling them, too!). Plus, he'll show you how to see life in a different way. No matter how long it lasts or how it ends, you'll walk away worldlier — and will never settle for a measly five minutes of foreplay again.

The Catch:

Despite what Demi and Ashton might say, age is more than a number. If you are just starting to get comfortable in your skin and he's shed his several times, there is a good chance you'll have issues with long-term compatibility. Sure, he's hot now, but how will you feel in 10 years? Give one another a thrill, then move onto someone you both can relate to.

Mr. Man's Man

He carries your bags, will defend your honor and would rather swallow glass than shave his chest or take hot wax to his eyebrows.

Celebrity Counterparts:

Frank Sinatra, Russell Crowe
What He'll teach You:

This rough rogue will have you relishing in your femininity like no other. Why? There is something about raw masculinity that brings out the damsel in all of us. Dating this bruiser will show you how fun it can be when he shows you who the man is (think Rhett Butler when he scooped Scarlett up those stairs!). Dating him will do one of two things: make you squeal with delight or appreciate your ability and right to wear the pants sometimes. Regardless, be sure to play Scarlett at least once — trust us!
The Catch:

You're dying to be wined and dined but he's already made plans to meet you down at the pub. This is the guy who gets inspired by Braveheart and cries only "out of frustration." He's also prone to affairs… with his favorite sports teams. Oh, and forget about asking him to hold your purse while you do anything — he wouldn't dare.

Mr. Fun Social Guy

Whether he's out with friends or meeting the family for brunch, one thing's for certain: He's going to be the life of the party.
Celebrity Counterparts:

Will Farrell, Vince Vaughn
What He'll Teach You:

There is something very attractive about a man who's always ready to have a good time. You'll laugh a lot and learn how to go with the flow and let things slide. These types are often quite spontaneous, which means you should be ready for anything from a quickie to a quick dash to Vegas.
The Catch:

Most people are social because they like the company of others, but Fun Social Guys are social because they love to be the center of attention — and they love the excitement of something new. This poses an issue for long-term loves because A) who wants to be an audience member 24/7, and B) let's face it, relationships can get dull at times — what will he do then? Enjoy the roller-coaster ride, but don't be afraid to walk away to more stable ground.

ORAL PALAVA!

2008-02-07T12:49:00.000+01:00

I heard something yesterday that I found very amusing and surprising and I thought to share it with you guys.

Okay this is how it happened.

I, some colleagues of mine and some clients were conducting restaurant visits yesterday. It was part of our consumer insight drive for one of our brands.
So we had gone to this particular restaurant (Good food restaurant) to talk with the owner (a young woman)..
During our discussion with the woman, I noticed this particular guy that kept staring at me. He was also having lunch. It didn’t bother me much cos I was used to such stares so I just ignored him.
The overpowering food aroma in the air was also very irresistible and we were very hungry having been working all morning so we decided to have lunch at the place. However since we still had one more restaurant to cover, we decided to conclude that visit and return to Good food restaurant for lunch

So Soon after…our restaurant rounds completed, we returned to Good food restaurant and settled down to steaming bowls of Semolina and Bitter leaf soup.
While waiting for the bill, the owner of the restaurant came up to our table and asked if I could spare a few minutes cos she wanted to talk to me. I said okay and went with her to a corner to hear what she had to say.
She told me that that guy I noticed when we had come earlier had asked her to find out if I was married cos he was interested in me and he also requested her to get my number so he could contact me. I found it funny and told her so. I also mentioned to her that the man looked obviously married and I wasn’t interested in married men. She went on to tell me that she knew him quite well and he wasn’t married and infact he was actually supposed to have gotten married last year but the marriage didn’t work out between him and the girl. I didn’t want to ask for details but she went on to give me the whole gist.

So it turns out that this guy and this babe were supposed to get married last Christmas. Invitation cards had been printed. Aso-ebi(Wedding uniform) had been bought and all.
Suddenly the babe calls off the wedding just few weeks to the D-day.
What was her reason?
Our guy refuse to go down on her! LOl!!!
I hope you understood that my peeps.
Okay you know cunninglingus…oral sex?? Ehen! That’s what I mean,lol!
Our guy thought it was irritating (??)and even though our babe wanted it, he would not do it!
I mean how do you expect a respectable BIG boy like him to eat ur ‘thing’ wit his very pure clean mouth?!?! IRRITATING….DIRTY!!!!
My people na so I just open mouth dey look the woman. I was shocked! In this age and time of sexual liberation…someone would actually be thinking like that…na wa for wa o!
Suddenly I bursted out laughing. The poor woman couldn’t understand why.
It was so funny to me abeg. And this was a guy that was interested in me??? Tufiakwa!

After I left the restaurant, I couldn’t stop thinking about the whole thing.
For a girl to have called off her wedding cos of that, then it must have meant a whole lot to her and if her man really loved her, he should have been able to compromise on his standards of what is dirty and what is not abi? Now these questions arise…

CAN ANYTHING BE DIRTY DURING SEX? If so…

WHERE DOES ‘DIRTY’ START AND END DURING SEX??

IF HE COULDN’T GIVE HER ORAL, THEN DID HE REALLY LOVE HER???

IF GOING DOWN ON YOUR WOMAN IS DIRTY/IRRITATING THEN HOW COME DOING THE ‘DO’ SUDDENLY IS NOT IRRITATING????

WHICH MAN DOES NOT LIKE BEING GIVEN A ‘HEAD’????? Guys tell me!

Anyway am sure our guy wouldn’t have thought it irritating/dirty for the babe to go down on him. Am very sure about that!

Double standards even during love making….Nonsense!

What is it called...??

2008-02-05T11:23:00.000+01:00

N,
What is it called…this thing I feel?
The sight of you brings a smile to my face
Your sweet words of love…
They warm my heart and make me high
Yet am not sure what I feel is LOVE

O,
What is it called…this thing I feel?
Your touch…your kiss I crave
My body responds to yours,
The stickiness between my thighs…a witness.
Still am not sure if this thing I feel is LOVE

I,
What is it called…this thing I feel?
Your humour wipes the sour from my face
I feel loved and respected…
Not a single doubt of the esteem you hold me in
Yet am not sure what I feel is LOVE

J,
What is it called…this thing I feel?
Even when I say we can’t be…
The longing I can’t deny
Thinking about what we could have had...

Makes me wonder if what I still feel is LOVE

C,
What is it called…this thing I feel?
I’d give anything to see you happy
To give as much joy as you have given me
You have been selfless, I know
But am not sure what I feel is LOVE

M,
What is it called…this thing I feel?
That you’re besotted is clear to see
Is it True love or Infatuation?
I can’t tell…
I just know that what I feel isn’t LOVE

ID,
What is it called…this thing I feel?
I swoon at the sight of you no doubt
Your sexy swagger…
Irresistible to many a female.
Still am not sure what I feel is LOVE

What is it called…this thing I feel?

Princesology

2008-01-29T13:28:00.000+01:00

Okay so I had nothing serious to blog about but I wanted to post something new since my flu is almost gone and the dirty minds quiz had been answered so I went digging through manda’s archives to steal this meme.

FOODOLOGY
Q. What is your salad dressing of choice?
A. Heinz salad cream
Q. What is your favorite fast food restaurant?
A. Chicken Republic(luv their chicken!)
Q. What is your favorite sit-down restaurant?
A. Barcelos
Q. On average, what size tip do you leave at a restaurant?
A. Tip ke?? Nada!
Q. What food could you eat every day for two weeks and not get sick off of?
A. Ewa Agonyin (Beans with pepper stew) and Plantains
Q. What are your pizza toppings of choice?
A. Sweet corn, Avocado, pineapple and of cos Cheese!
Q. What do you like to put on your toast?
A. Mixed Fruit Jam
Q. What is your favorite type of gum?
A. Orbit

TECHNOLOGY
Q. Number of contacts in your cell phone?
A. Tried counting but its hard work!
Q. Number of contacts in your email address book?
A. I don’t know. Got 3 email addresses…can’t count all the contacts
Q. What is your wallpaper on your computer?
A. Mountain Landscape(Tired of staring at my pic!)
Q. How many televisions are in your house or apartment?
A. 5

BIOLOGY
Q. Are you right-handed or left-handed?
A. Right
Q. Do you like your smile?
A. Yes
Q. What's your best feature?
A. My Eyes
Q. Have you ever had anything removed from your body?
A. You mean body parts?? Na Na!
Q. Which of your five senses do you think is keenest?
A. Smell
Q. When was the last time you had a cavity?
A. Hmmm…about 5 years back
Q. What is the heaviest item you lifted last?
A. My Box of Clothes
Q. Have you ever been knocked unconscious?
A. Never

CRAPOLOGY
Q. If it were possible, would you want to know the day you were going to die?
A. Yea
Q. Is love for real?
A. Of course!
Q. If you could change your first name, what would you change it to?
A. Never thought of that…love my first name as it is but hmmm…lets see maybe Jackie(I like that name…it connotes a strong personality)
Q. What color do you think looks best on you?
A. Blue
Q. Have you ever swallowed a non-food item by mistake?
A. Yea(drank kerosene once unknowingly)
Q. Have you ever saved someone's life?
A. Cant remember if I have
Q. Has someone ever saved yours?
A. Yea…Jesus…he saved me!

DAREOLOGY
Q. Would you walk naked for a half mile down a public street for $100,000?
A. What?!?! Okay maybe if the public street is in some very far away continent,lol!
Q. Would you kiss a member of the same sex for $100?
A. That’s like N12,000, why not!
Q. Would you allow one of your little fingers to be cut off for $200,000?
A. Hell nay!
Q. Would you never blog again for $50,000?
A. Hmmm.... YEA!!!
Q. Would you pose naked in a magazine for $250,000?
A. I wont o…but what if I wear my undies…can I get half of that?*wink*
Q. Would you drink an entire bottle of hot sauce for $1,000?
A. I’ll try!
Q. Would you give up watching television for a year for $25,000?
A. I would as long as I’ve got my music

FAVORITOLOGY
Q: Number?
A: 1
Q: Color?
A: Blue
Q: Season?
A: Dry
Q:Movies?
A: Romantic Comedies
Q:Books?
A: Thrillers with a dash of horror

CURRENTOLOGY
Q: Missing someone?
A: Yea
Q: Mood?
A: Hungry
Q: Listening to?
A: Nickelback’s Faraway
Q: Watching?
A: My computer
Q: Worrying about?
A: My Health!
Q: Last Friend you talked to?
A: Obi
Q: Last person you called?
A: Ezeos
Q: Last person that called you?
A: A Printer
Q: Last person you hugged
A: Emmanuela

RANDOMOLOGY
Q: First place you went this morning?
A: Toilet
Q: What can you not wait to do?
A: Cant think of anything now
Q: What's the last movie you saw?
A: The Eouder Car(an Indian Movie…luv ‘em)
Q: Do you smile often?
A: I try to
Q: Are you a friendly person?
A: Yes…I like to think so(You guys can tell me)
Q: After this survey, what are you going to do?
A. Go see a Client
Q: What is in your left pocket?
A: No pockets
Q: Is Napoleon Dynamite actually a good movie?
A: Dunno…haven’t seen it.
Q: Do you have hardwood or carpet in your house?
A: Carpet
Q: Do you sit or stand in the shower?
A: What a question?! Stand of cos!
Q: Could you live with roommates?
A: Yea I could
Q: How many pairs of flip-flops do you own?
A: One
Q: Last time you had a run-in with the cops?
A: Police?? Been a while since they last stopped me to check for whatever!
Q: What do you want to be when you grow up?
A: Am grown up already!

Harmattan Flu & Dirty minds Quiz

2008-01-28T10:20:00.000+01:00

Am feeling shitty this morning. Stinging watery eyes, runny/blocked nostrils, a wickedly throbbing headache and am running a fever too. In fact I think I have the Flu and it’s caused by nothing else but the harmattan. The harmattan season has come unusually late this year(Its usually around December) and its been biting really hard here in Lagos. I wonder how people in the North are coping if its this bad here in Lagos(West). It must be terribly cold down there considering the extremity of their weather.

Am wearing a T-shirt under my suit yet I feel sooooo cold. I almost called in sick at work this morning but being the responsible good girl(lol) I am and seeing as I may need to ask for a day or two off this week to travel down east I decided I had to come sort out the carried over business of last week but right now am wondering if it was the best decision,

My typical Monday is usually filled with meetings. In-house meetings, meetings with clients and meetings with suppliers. I seriously need the grace of God to see me through the day o!

Better get started on the days work abi?

I’ll leave you guys with this quiz. Attempt to answer the questions and lets see those with dirty minds,lol! I must tell you this though the answers are not what they seem. I’ll provide the answers in my next post. Ciao!

1. What is it that a cow has four of and a woman has only two of?
2. What can you find in a man's pants that is about six inches long and has a head on it? (Hint: Teenage girls love these so much that they'll often blow them without even thinking about it!)
3. What word starts with f and ends with u-c-k?
4. Name a four letter word that ends in u-n-t which may be the name for a member of your family.
5. What is hard, six inches long, has nuts, and can make a girl fat?
6. What four-letter word ends in i-t and is found on the bottom of bird cages?7. What goes in hard and pink and comes out soft and sticky?8.A finger fits inside it, you might fiddle with it if you're bored and the best man gets it first.
9. What is it that all men have one of; some men have longer ones than others; the pope doesn't use his; and a man gives it to his wife after they're married?

OLD SCHOOL LOVE LETTERS

2008-01-24T17:29:00.002+01:00

I got this in my mail box and it was so funny i had to share especially since this is the season for love(Valentine is around the corner). These letters may just be the stuff to impress that love of your life,lol!

Take your mind back to those years when you were always thinking of one idiomatic expression to compose a letter to your girl friend/boyfriend(secondary school days).

Take time to go through this and laugh it out.
From Those Days When Love Was Fun & Didn't Cost So Much!!...

At school, July 10, 1978.

My dearest, sweetest, fondest, fantastic, extra-ordinary, paragon of beauty a.k.a Rose.
I hope this letter meets you in a fabulous state of metabolism, if so doxology. My principal aim of writing this letter to you is to gravitate your mind towards a matter of global and universal importance, which has been troubling my soul.
The matter is so important. Even as I am writing, my adrenaline is 100 per cent on the Richter scale, my temperature is rising, the wind vane of my mind is pointing North, South and East at the same time; the mirror in my eyes has only your divine image. Indeed when I sleep, you are the one in my medulla oblongata, and I dream about you.
I went out to sea in my dream, and I saw you: surrounded by H2o and you In your majesty rose from the abdomen of the sea like Yemoja, the avatar Of beauty. Oh, Lord be with us! We are thy servants. As you can see, I am in a serious dilemma. And I want you to take my Matter seriously.
At this juncture, what our Lord said on this matter is germane. He says we should ask, and we shall be given, we should seek and we Will find, and that we should knock, and it will be opened unto us.
In this 10th day of the seventh month in the year of our Lord, one thousand, Nine hundred and seven eight, asking, seeking and knocking at your door.
My prayer is that thou should open so that thy servant can enter. I want to wake up in the morning and see only your face.
I want you to be the only sugar in my tea, the only fly in my ointment, the butter on my bread, the grey matter of my system, the oxygen in my head, the planet of my universe, the wall clock of my room, the conveyor belt of my soul. I pray that you realized the gargantuan nature of my predicament.
If you refuse, my life will be like tea without sugar, like a snail without shell, an Xmas goat without a horn; in fact I'd become an orphan.
In fact I'd kill myself. What is life if I can't wake up in the morning and behold your face? You model of pulchritude, patiently created by God on a Sunday morning before he went on a deserved holiday. Please Rose, let me be your Romeo. Make me the Adam to your Eve. Shakespeare said it
all: "if music be the food of love, play on." I want to emphasize, universally and responsibly, that you are love itself. You are the metaphor, oxymoron, thesis, antithesis, irony, gerund, conjunction and the adverb of love.
At this juncture, let me also say that the geography of your body is a permanent alleluia. Not from your body, ammonia, urea and iodine- you are too beautiful for that, what I see in your body is milk and honey.
At this juncture, brevity is the soul of wit. A stitch in time saves nine. Procrastination is the thief of time. An opportunity once lost can never be regained. Make hay while the sun shines. All that glitters is not gold.
The journey of a thousand years begins with a step. What God has put Together let no man put asunder. To be a man is not an easy task even if God's Time is the best. But time waits for no one. A man without love is like a Fish out of water. I know you are a sagacious girl. If you like the veracity of what I am saying, please fill the attached form and let me have it pronto. The mark at the bottom of this page is a kiss from me to you.
I remain Your beloved, faithful, loyal, One and only admirer.
J U L I U S IN LOVE

** ROLL DOWN TO YOU ** KISS BEFORE YOU READ ** " P D N F"--- please do no fold.

Sweetiepie Babe!
Time and ability plus double capacity has forced my pen to dance automatically on this benedicted sheet of paper. Why! this miraculous thing happened is because papie I love you spontaneously and as I stand horizontal to the wall and perpendicular to the ground I only think of you, since you are a fantastic and fabulous guy. Papie please Stop haranguing with the feelings in my heart because I love you more than a snake loves rat. To me each day starts by thinking of you and ends by dreaming of you. Each time I see you my metabolism suddenly stops and my
peristalysis goes in reverse gear My medular-oblandata also stops functioning.
Crazy crazy crazy you may say but this is true. If only you knew what is going on in my encephalon you would understand. That's why I need to see you face to face with you, soon. I think I have to pen-off hear because I still haven't finished studying electrolysis and polymerization. Catch you pa- later. Sleep tight and don't let those bed bugs ever bite you coz you are too sweet a thing for them.

Yourz Ever,
Sugar tapi tapi

** KISS BEFORE YOU READ ** " P D N F"--- please do no fold
My Love, My Sugar, i was exasperated with pride to have received one from you, the lungs in my body flapped with joy when i have been reading your letter. Anyway by now you have reached the realisations to why i am jotting this small letter to you, yes it is to see if you are
keeping with the sands of time.
How is everything on that other side of yours? Well here everything is just half lemon half sugar to makeit schweppes. How is your schooling?
How are you pulling the wagons of life? I am just pulling the schooling thing like a donkey pulling a cart.
My honie, i am missing you very much right now, my heart is perambulating with every word that i write, if it was not for these oceans that decided to flow between us then i would get on the next bus to come and see you, but until then i know that i will not hesitate to put this blue blood on this paper and write to you. I remember that day lovie, that one sweet day as Maria Curry sanged it, you know that it is my favorites song honie, the one day that we were boarding the combies and you escorted me to my home, walking with you just brought sweet dreams to me
for the rest of my life honie.
If words of love could ride a bicycle I would be competing againstDiego Maradona. Anyways, i will not stop you from reading the books that give you life and education so I will stop here for today.
Please always writing to me because I am missing you like sugar misses tea. You can see my foto below.
My dedications to you are :

Maria Curry - One Sweet Day.
Boys to Main - And of the Rod

Keep well my mop of my heart, Yours in flesh and in blood,

Sugar Baby
P.S. Sorry about my english, I did not learn anymore.

Ha ha ha ha ha...these guys are a serious trip mehn!
Please show some love to this new blogger guys.
Sasuke