SECRET ADMIRER

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!

Womanizer or not?

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?

THIS IS NOT A SERMON!

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!!!

ORAL PALAVA!

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...??

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?

OLD SCHOOL LOVE LETTERS

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

My First Love 2.

“Ehen Mallam* give me that fat sugarcane!” I pointed at one juicy looking sugar in the basket.
“Haba Princesa…I already chose that one na”, exclaimed Eve my friend .
Na wa for this girl sef. Every time I make a choice, that’s the one she suddenly wants.
School had ended for the day and as usual we were at the barracks gate buying Sugar cane. It was either that or roasted corn if it was the rainy season, . We would munch our afternoon snacks as soon as we got into the home-bound bus. Those who didn’t have money to buy anything would look on longingly at the others as the spittle threatened to drip from their mouths.

I wasn't in the mood for Eve’s trouble so I chose another sugarcane.
“Okay, no wahala…Mallam, give me the other one…ehen that one!”
“Princesa, how now?”
I turned around to see KF behind me. KF and I only recently began to talk to each other. Infact we didnt speak to each other until some weeks back when Chy introduced us. Since then the guy had been exceptionally friendly with me. I knew he was friends with Francis. I had seen them together some times so I was suspicious of his agenda.
“Hey KF! Am fine o! Wetin dey happen?” I replied.
“Nothing o! Me and my guys just dey hang out for that joint”
He pointed to a nearby shop where the guys usually hung out.
“Okay no wahala”. I collected my sugarcane in polythene bag from the Mallam and paid him. As I made to leave with my friends, KF pulled me back.
“Princesa…wait small. I want tell you something in private”
“Okay”, I gestured to my friends to go on ahead.
“So what is it?” I asked. Suddenly he was looking too serious .
“Francis wants to talk to you”, he blurted.
It was then I noticed him-Francis. He was standing a few feet from us. He looked very nervous.
Finally the moment was here. I had been waiting like forever!
“Yea…its okay…let him come” I answered.
KF beckoned to Francis and took his leave immediately. I bent my head, i didn’t want to look up. I wasn’t sure I could look at him at such close range.
His voice jolted me.
“Hi”
“Hello” I answered. I stole a look up and saw he was as nervous as I was or even more. That gave me some confidence so I maintained the gaze.
The silence was awkward.
Say something please
“You know I love you”
That was all he said.
I wasn’t sure if it was a question or a statement but I nodded all the same. I couldn’t say a word, wasn’t even sure what to say. I mean no one had ever told me he loved me before. This was all new to me.
“Can we see at school tomorrow breaktime...I see ur friends are waiting for you” he asked.
I nodded again.
“Okay bye-bye” he smiled at me as he walked away happily.
I stood at the same point motionless as I watched his retreating form.
“Princesa!! Princesa!!! Keep standing like zombie there… we don leave you o!
It took my friends shouts to bring me back to planet earth.
I walked towards them slowly. From their faces, I knew everyone couldn’t wait to hear the details.
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Next day at school.
This maths lesson is taking too long o! This man no dey tire sef abi hunger no dey catch am? All these teachers sef wey dey like overdo things! This lesson is supposed to last 30minutes…it feels like 2 hours already.
I wasn’t concentrating in class. This was the last subject before breaktime and I couldn’t wait for the teacher to leave. Francis and I had a date!
Thankfully the teacher soon left and the class was gradually emptying out as everyone headed to the School Canteen.
“Princesa are you not coming?”
My seat mate Remi asked. She was about to leave for the Canteen too.
“Not yet…I want to arrange my books first”, I replied pretending to shuffle some stuff around in my locker.
Few minutes later. Class was almost empty except for a few-those who brought their food to school and those who didn’t have any money to spend in the Canteen. I racked my brain trying to remember if we had agreed to meet at a venue during break. Didn’t rack too long when I felt a tap. I looked up to see Efe with this knowing smile on his face. He gestured to the back of the class and I turned to see Francis. He was seated at the last seat in my row smiling back at me. I got up and joined him.
“So what are you having for lunch?” he asked.
“Hmmm…I don’t know. Maybe we should get to the canteen first” I answered.
We got to the canteen and boy! Did he spend money?!?! He bought almost every thing that was on display that day. I only needed to look at it lingeringly and he had paid for it!
This boy was living up to his reputation of being loaded o! I thought.
Ice cream, Cakes, Puff-puff, Oranges, Chocolates, Biscuits, Soft drinks and many more!
If the plan was to impress, then he sure as hell has succeeded. I was over-impressed!
We found a quiet spot to sit and talked for a while. Soon the bell sounded signalling the end of Break-time and I had to go back to class. As he walked me back to class, I couldn’t help stealing glances at him. God! I must have done something very right!! The boy was too foine!!!
I arrived class with my bag of goodies in tow and everyone was surprised. What happened? Who dash princesa money today??? The questions were in their eyes.
I didn’t care what anyone thought. I was in love with a rich, handsome boy!

The days flew by. We spent every spare time we had together…never apart except during classes. Break time we would head to the farthest corner of the school field where we would lie down beside each other making plans for our future together. We talked about everything-our wedding, the number of kids we would have and all the silly things adolescents(he was 16, two years older than my 14) our age talked about.
Our love was innocent and pure. We derived pleasure from just being together, holding hands and sharing our dreams.
We also began to go home after school together. My friends didn’t like this but I couldn’t care less.
It was on one of these trips home that we shared our first kiss. My very first kiss!
We were on the bus when suddenly, Francis turned to me and said:
“Close your eyes Princesa…I have a surprise for you”
I was excited. Even then I loved surprises so I closed my eyes and waited eagerly. Was it a present or what? I was soon to find out.
What happened next was a really HUGE surprise. I felt his mouth on mine and his tongue gently coerced my lips open. My eyes jerked open as I realized I was being kissed. I had read about this in books, saw it in movies but never knew how it felt to be kissed until then.
It was a very short kiss. Ended just as suddenly as it began but It felt nice and I was in love(ok infatuated maybe) so it also felt right.
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It was one week to exams. Four weeks since I and Francis started dating(or whatever it was we were doing,lol!). Something was odd though. All these while I never saw Francis in his Class. Yes, he hung out with boys from SS2E and all but I never for once saw him taking a lesson in his class. Whenever I asked him about it, he always had an excuse or the other. I was worried he wasn’t taking his studies seriously. There I was…serious effico and my boyfriend was a class truant. I didn’t like it at all.
Then one day, at our usual ‘Break time hang out’. I learnt the truth.
He was unusually quiet that day and I was worried so I prodded.
“What is it Francis? Why are you so quiet?? Did I do something??
He shook his head. “No…you didn’t. I was just thinking about something”
“About what? Talk to me” I persuaded.
“I guess it’s about time I told you this. Am really sorry I didn’t tell you until now”
I was now very worried. What was he talking about??
He went on.
“I didn’t know how you will feel if I told you this and I didn’t want you to leave me so…”
“Will you quit beating about and tell me what it is?” I cut in impatiently.
“The truth is that…am …not…in…(long pause) SS2E. Am supposed to be repeating SS1E”
Jesus Lord! I was stunned!!
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Yes all the signs were there-his not being in class and all that but not in my wildest dream could I have thought he was repeating a class!
I was in shock but I was still able to gather from what he was saying that he was ashamed of repeating SS1 which was why he prefer to live in a ‘fools paradise’ pretending to be what he wasn’t-one of the SS2 boys.

The impact of the news I just heard hit me and I realized that the boy sitting beside me had practically shucked a year’s school work(that was the third term), he had not done assignments nor written class tests and it was only a few days to the terms final examinations. The exams that determined if you were to be promoted or not! I was really disappointed but the next step was to remedy the situation.
We tried. I helped him copy notes and we studied together but our efforts were like the struggles of a dying man doomed to death.
The exams came and went and we hoped against hope but we couldn’t escape the verdict. It was clearly written in his report card-ADVISED TO WITHDRAW.

That day, the last day of the term. I cried, he cried too. We promised not to lose contact with each other. He was going to write me when he got to a new school. I begged him not to forget me cos I wouldn’t him.
That was the last time I saw Francis. I would only see him in my dreams from then on.

Later on, A family friend told me of this new boy at her school. His name was Francis(same surname). He was one of the hottest boys in school. The girls were all dying for him…bla-bla-bla.
For months I waited, hoping he would contact me. Months turned to years, still no contact. I gave up hope…didn’t need no soothsayer to tell me he had moved on.
And so I moved on too.


It’s been 13 years now. Sometimes, I can’t help wondering where he is, what he is doing and what he looks like now. Am not even sure I’d recognize him if I saw him again. Would be nice to see.

Ps: Now I can rest abi? All ye gist mongers,,,you got ur story!lol!

*Mallam: Hausa man

My First Love

“Princesa…Princesa, wait up!”
I turned round to see Efe walking fast to catch up with me.
What does he want from me? I wondered. We hardly talked; in fact he was never in class. Efe was in the same class as I was-SS1G. Although he was repeating the class (He was supposed to be in SS2), he was still not a serious student. Most times you would find him hanging out with the ‘happening boys’ in school (who were mainly SS3 and SS2 boys) while classes were going on. I was even surprised he was in the laboratory for the just concluded Physics practical.
“Yes…what is it”, I queried feeling impatient as I noticed my friends had moved some distance ahead.
“There is something I want to discuss with you”, he replied.
“Hmmm…hmmm…go on”
“Do you know any Francis?” he asked
“Francis?...no I don’t. What Class?” I asked back
“Francis in SS2E”
Thinking hard, I didn’t recall knowing anyone by that name so I retorted:
“So what’s my own with this Francis? …abeg hurry up, my friends are leaving me behind o!”
“The thing is….eh-eh-eh, you see…hmmm…Francis said I should tell you that he likes you”
“O ti o! Likes me ke!! Abeg o!”
Which kain wahala be this na, I thought. These boys should just leave me alone o! I am determined to remain the good, untainted girl I have always been. I cant’ afford to disappoint my mama with all her advice to me to steer clear of boys and at 14years, I was too young to even think of having a boyfriend.
“See…Efe, plzzz just tell Francis or whatever you call him to leave me alone because I am not interested!”
“But you haven’t even let me finish…”
“I SAID I AM NOT INTERESTED!!!”
I turned away and marched off angrily. Glancing over my shoulder, I could see he was still standing there staring after me. I was sure I had scared him enough not to come back to me with some stupid story of some stupid boy who had decided that I was the book his father had sent him to learn in this school…Rubbish!

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Some days later, I was going home after school with my friends. We all lived in the same area and as such always went home together. The trek from school to the barracks gate was as usual-Long and the blazing hot sun didn’t make it any easier. However, the gists and the banters we shared along the way made the arduous journey bearable.
“Ehen, Princesa…there is something I wanted to tell you o!”
That was Chy, the oldest in our midst. She was also the biggest and more worldly wise that all of us.
“What is it?” I was curious to know. She had this mischievous smile playing on her lips.
“You are really lucky, you know” She replied.
Now I was very curious.
“Lucky…how? Abeg tell me…what is it??”
“Somebody really likes you!” She said happily. From the look on her face, it was news for which I was supposed to be jumping for joy. I didn’t share that view. “Somebody likes me??..and I am supposed to be lucky because of that enh??”
I was visibly disappointed. I had been expecting some really BIG news and not gist about another stupid boy who liked me. Better info like she had glimpsed my report card from our form master and seen that I had 9 As or something like that.
“See this girl o! You don’t know who I am talking about, that’s why”
“And who is he?? The president’s son??...abeg close that matter…I am not interested!”
“Ol’gal, this guy is REALLY loaded o and he likes you very much too”
“Loaded ke?? You don’t seem to get it, do you?? I said I no dey for that kain game”
“Why don’t you get to know him first na?” She was unrelenting.
Who knows how much this boy don take bribe am, I thought to myself.
“Okay so what is his name and what class?”
“Ehen! Now you are talking!! His name is Francis and he is in SS2E”
Not again! This same Francis?! Him no dey tire sef. I pondered.
“Okay so this Francis sent you to me enh? I asked.
“No o! He knows we are friends and confided in me about how he felt, that’s all” She replied.
“Hmmm…hmmm” I was deep in thought.
“Why don’t you give him a chance na? you may just like him o!...Aha!...talk about the devil…there he is!”
I looked up at the direction she was pointing to. There was a group of boys ahead trekking like we were.
“Which of them is Francis?” I asked.
“The tall, dark one on the right” She replied.
I looked harder and more closely. At that same moment, he turned back and our eyes met. Wow! He must have been the most handsome boy I had seen that term. My God! He was very handsome!! Wait a minute, I had seen that face before…in fact I had caught him staring at me on a few occasions at school.
Hmmm…so he was the Francis!
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Weeks later. We were in the ‘danfo’ bus headed home after school, me and my crew.
“Oya owo da(your money)! Everybody bring out ur money…I no get change o!”
It was the bus conductor.
The bus fare was five naira (N5). I had a N20 note, no N5.
“Oya you, wey your money??” he was talking to me.
I gave him my N20 note. “Take your money”
“I don tell you say I no get change and you still dey give me N20, ehn??” He complained.
“As I no come get N5 nko…wetin go happen?’ I snapped at him.
“Bring the money”, he grabbed the N20 from my hands forcefully.
Some 15minutes later, we were nearing the last bustop where everyone would have to get down. Conductor hadn’t given me my change yet.
“Conductor…where my change na…you no want give me my change again??” I shouted.
He turned and stretched his hands towards me. He was holding a N10 note and another very dirty and torn N5 note. I took the money from him and after looking at it closely, decided I wasn’t going to put that dirty and torn N5 in my purse.
“Conductor…this your N5 too dirty o! Abeg change am for me” I shouted.
“Change wetin?? Ehn??? I no tell you say I no get change before”
I wasn’t going to accept the money so I kept on.
“Take ur money o! Conductor…Conductor…you no dey hear me!!!
The conductor just ignored me. He didn’t even look back. I was surprised when minutes later, the conductor came to the back row(where I was seated) with a N20 note in his hand.
“Wey that girl? Oya take your money back. Give me that change wey I give you”
I was surprised. My friends were too.
“Wetin happen?” I asked.
“Person don pay for you for front, him say make i give you ur money back”
“Who be the person?”
“Na that boy wey dey for front” he answered.
I looked in front. There were some boys from my school in the second row. As I looked at their backs, trying to decipher who it was, one of them turned to look back, it was him...It was Francis!
Oh my God! I didn’t know he was in the bus. Now I have displayed all my razzness with this conductor and am sure he heard everything. I was red in the face.

TO BE CONTINUED.

Ps: I hope peeps like castle queen and D.O.G understand the pidgin English part of the above story. I just had to keep it real.

UPDATE ON JOB GAMBLE
I am pleased to let you guys know that my resignation bluff paid off. Initially when I dropped in the resignation letter I didn’t have any standing job offer. I mean, I had attended some interviews but nothing concrete yet. However the day after I dropped in the letter, I got a call from a Public relations Firm to come in for a chat. I went and the offer was a lot better that what I was earning. I had already made up my mind that if nothing positive was done by my management; I would accept the new offer. It wasn’t my dream job but it was something.

Anyway, my boss called me and rejected the resignation letter. He didn’t want me to leave so we had to renegotiate salary and all. The offer he made me was not as much as what I would be getting in the new firm but there were other fringe benefits added to the package.

Long and short of the matter is am staying on in my current company. The pay may not be all that but I guess it’s not all about the money sometimes right? I enjoy working with my boss and he appreciates my efforts. I also believe things will improve a lot more soon and as they say, the devil you know is better that the angel you do not know!

I have called the P.R firm to reject the offer. They seemed to understand my position.

I am grateful to God for providing an opportunity to make choices for me. Some people are not that privileged.

I am also grateful to everyone who wished me luck.

Thanks and enjoy ur weekend.

Princesa.

When LOVE takes a hike.

“How do you know love is gone? If you said that you would be there at seven and you get there by nine and he or she has not called the police yet-its gone”
-Marlene Dietrich(1962)

It starts with one meeting, one look between guy and babe. The sparks fly, chemistry strong, a relationship is started. Initially it’s beautiful and wonderful, you live for the moments when you are together, you wonder how you lived before meeting this person and your life looks so bleak when you imagine it without him/her- you don’t even want to think of it!

The days are cheery, the spring is in your steps, the smiles on your face, and you couldn’t be merrier. The hours spent on the phone and the computer seems like minutes.

You pray that this feeling of bliss will never end but alas, this is the real world where (sometimes) good things don’t last and soon you start to notice the changes-small subtle changes at first that you don’t want to accept.
The calls stop coming as frequently as they used too, then it’s a WHOLE day that passes and no call, two days still yet no call. When you call, the phone is not answered, your call is not returned. Reality dawns gradually…something is definitely wrong. Time spent together is now as rare as a white-haired baby, it’s always: “Am busy, busy, busy!” Things have changed and you don’t need a soothsayer to tell you that LOVE IS GONE!

The above scenario painted is very familiar to some of us. Some of us have passed through this road at one point or the other in our life. It’s painful when you suddenly realise that someone you love and who used to love you (Did he/she really?) doesn’t feel the same way about you anymore. You wonder: Was it something you did or didn’t do? Was it simply infatuation which has faded for the other party?? Questions that you may never find answers to. The only thing left to do is to let go and walk hoping to find someone to give you the love you deserve along the way.

Have you loved and lost? How did you know that love was gone?? If you can share, I’d like to know.

Princesa.

A CELEBRATION OF LOVE-KELECHI & HENRY

"Ours is a relationship that has grown so deep…
built on love, nurtured with patience
and perfected by God"

That was the couple's (Kelechi & Henry) toast.

This post is dedicated to my friends- Kelechi and Henry who were wedded together on Saturday, March 18th, 2007.
Kelechi and I were roommates my first year in the university and we've remained friends since then.
Kelechi and Henry also met while in the university.

Their 8 years old relationship has come a long way. There were the ups and downs, high and lows but today am happy that they surmounted all the challenges and still made it to the altar.
This is to wish you KC and Henry a marital life full of bliss. I hope years down the line you will still be smiling as wide as you were on your wedding day.

Some of the wedding pics.

All smiles, they seem to be saying-"We are one Finally"

Awwh! Dont i look sweet in pink!!

@ the reception. Giving them a grand welcome!

"Drink my love", KC says to Henry.

A toast to love.

Mmmmm...Let's seal it with a kiss.

Check me out! Bootylicious abi??

p.s: Abeg make una no vex for me for no updating since. Work has been so so hectic, i havnt had time to play truant(my boss should not read this o!).

Will find time to do my regular blogrounds when i can.

Template Ranting!

Guess what i have been doing all day!

Fooling around with new templates!!

Since i saw pammy's new template, i had been dying to get one like hers and was i happy when i opened my blog this morning to see that she had sent me a link where i could get so many new, lovely templates.

I did find lots of templates and it was really difficult trying make a pick out of the hundred and one beautiful templates. Finally i settled for one, uploaded and saved it. I was very excited and couldnt wait to just view my new blog template.

(view blog), I clicked.

loading.................

Hmmm.....my page is coming up(rubbing my hands with glee with a wide smile on my face)

What The hell?!?!

Yea, the new template was there alright but where are all my links?? My blogroll? My pictures?? My Cbox???
They were all gone!

Kia Kia,i went to customize. I needed to add my widgets back to the template.

Oya now, where is Edit layout? Why is this thing telling me to upgrade template?? I thought i just did.

Ok,let me click, maybe there is something even better out there.

Opening....................

Haba!! Which kain nonsense be dis na?! It has taken me to the same old templates i was running from initially.

Ok. So all the nice templates i saw are outdated. They were actually for the old blogger, which was why they didnt have the 'Edit layout ' feature where you can add links and pictures.

Oh well! What's a girl gotta do! I just have to stick with my reliable'Black dots'(thats what i call my template) at least until you teach me how to do it properly, pammy.

I so want a change of Template!
Something like what pammy's got!!

Am i sounding like a spoilt child??
I hope not.

Meanwhile here are some love quotes i wanted to share.

"Love is friendship set on fire."
Jeremy Taylor

"Love doesn't make the world go 'round. Love is what makes the ride worthwhile."
Franklin P. Jones

"Love has no age, no limit; and no death."
John Galsworthy

"Loved people are loving people."
Katharine Hepburn

"A heart can no more be forced to love than a stomach can be forced to digest food by persuasion."
Alfred Nobel

"Love is of all passions the strongest, for it attacks simultaneously the head, the heart and the senses."
Voltaire

"I believe that every single event in life happens in an opportunity to choose love over fear."
Oprah Winfrey

"If we want a love message to be heard, it has got to be sent out. To keep a lamp burning, we have to keep putting oil in it."
Mother Teresa

"Birds do it, bees do it, even educated fleas do it. Let's do it, let's fall in love."
Cole Porter

"All love shifts and changes. I don't know if you can be wholeheartedly in love all the time. "
Julie Andrews

"Sometimes we make love with our eyes. Sometimes we make love with our hands. Sometimes we make love with our bodies. Always we make love with our hearts."
Unknown

"When you're in love you never really know whether your elation comes from the qualities of the one you love, or if it attributes them to her; whether the light which surrounds her like a halo comes from you, from her, or from the meeting of your sparks."
Natalie Clifford Barney

"One is very crazy when in love."
Sigmund Freud

"When love is not madness, it is not love."
Pedro Calderon de la Barca

"Almost everybody's happy to be a fool for love."
Jack Nicholson

"Love takes up where knowledge leaves off."
Saint Thomas Aquinas

"Who would give a law to lovers? Love is unto itself a higher law."
Boethius

"Love is the immortal flow of energy that nourishes, extends and preserves. Its eternal goal is life."
Smiley Blanton

"Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war; love is a growing up."
James A. Baldwin

"The best proof of love is trust."
Dr. Joyce Brothers

"Love is like quicksilver in the hand. Leave the fingers open and it stays. Clutch is, and it darts away."
Dorothy Parker

"A woman has got to love a bad man once or twice in her life to be thankful for a good one."
Mae West

"The way to love anything is to realize that it may be lost."
Gilbert K. Chesterton

"Nothing takes the taste out of peanut butter quite like unrequited love."
Charles Schulz

"Friendship often ends in love; but love in friendship - never."
Charles Caleb Colton

"Love is the word used to label the sexual excitement of the young, the habituation of the middle-aged, and the mutual dependence of the old."
John Ciardi

"Say what you will, 'tis better to be left than never to have been loved."
William Congreve.

I'll like to know-
1. Are you in love?
2. If yes, how does it make you feel?


princesa :)