RAMBLING ON STUFF.

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!

*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!

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

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.

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

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

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!