Rejoinder

Remember my poem Stranger?
I wrote a rejoinder to it.
I know its funny, writing a rejoinder to your own poem.

Title: Stalker


I see your peeping eyes,
Every morning,
Hiding cautiously behind your window curtain,
I smile to myself,
Happy that sneaking footmarks,
Have graced my worn doormat,

I love the shape of your lips,
The sway of your hips,
The rhythmic soothing tune of your soft and seductive whisper,
Everything in your body wishing me more than just goodmorning,
I notice it, I notice you, I notice everything.

I want more than coffee,
I want a picnic at the beach,
I want to listen to all your stories,
And all the dreams and fantasties,
You've woven around me,
As the sand scrubs our feet,

I know that you've been watching me,
Ms. gentle eyes and sunshine smile,
I want to end our from a distance relationship,
Allay your fears, bring you closer to me,
Call you friend,
And maybe lover.

Annoying Anonymous

For you, yes you insecure, busy body hiding under anonymous, this is for you. Take this and This.
It is not by force, stay off blogsville, please!

NIGERIAN PROCLAMATION

NIGERIAN PROCLAMATION
IN RECENT HISTORY, NIGERIANS HAVE BEEN OVERWHELMINGLY BETRAYED BY THOSE CHARGED WITH ADDRESSING THEIR NEEDS. INSTEAD OF SERVING THE PEOPLE, PUBLIC SERVANTS HAVE SERVED THEMSELVES TO THE DETRIMENT OF THE MASSES. THE RESULT IS A NATION LACKING ADEQUATE INFRASTRUCTURE, ORGANIZATION AND SECURITY.
THE INEFFECTIVENESS OF NIGERIAN LEADERS INDICATES A LACK OF ACCOUNTABILITY TO THE CONSTITUENTS. NIGERIANS ARE NO LONGER RELEVANT TO THE LEADERS, THUS, LEADERS DO NOT FEEL RESPONSIBLE TO THEM.
THE RECENT FAILURE TO CONDUCT A FREE AND FAIR ELECTORAL PROCESS WAS YET ANOTHER ILLUSTRATION THAT THE NEEDS OF THE MANY ARE SECONDARY TO THE WANTS OF THE IMPORTANT FEW.
FROM THIS DAY, ALL NIGERIANS ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE FUTURE OF THIS GREAT & POWERFUL COUNTRY. CONSEQUENTLY, ALL NIGERIANS MUST COMMIT THEMSELVES TO THE FOLLOWING:


1.WE MUST DEMAND THAT ELECTED OFFICIALS BE HELD ACCOUNTABLE FOR THEIR ACTIONS AND IN-ACTIONS.
2.WE MUST EXPECT DEMOCRATIC PRINCIPLES TO BE HONORED, RESPECTED AND MAINTAINED.
3.WE MUST BELIEVE THAT ALL NIGERIANS ARE EQUAL UNDER THE LAW AND SHOULD BE TREATED AS SUCH.
4.WE MUST APPLY OURSELVES TO IMPROVING THE LOT OF EVERY INDIVIDUAL NIGERIAN REGARDLESS OF GENDER, RELIGION, TRIBE OR SOCIAL STATUS.
5.WE MUST STRIVE TO MAINTAIN A UNITED REPUBLIC DESPITE OUR DIFFERENCES.
ONLY UPON ACHIEVING THESE PRINCIPLES CAN WE AS A PEOPLE FULLY LIVE UP TO OUR POTENTIAL AS A LAND OF GREATNESS. FOR OURS IS A COUNTRY RENOWNED FOR ITS ILLUSTRIOUS PEOPLE, AMPLE RESOURCES AND SHEER PHYSICAL BEAUTY.

Ruff Rider

I imagine everyday I see a power bike, that this is me(SEE PICTURE BELOW), looking all fly doing all the danger moves.
I love power bikes,can't ride, but willing to learn. I have been on a friend's bike twice and it was more than magical! I fell in love with bikes on the TV, but love the increased when the boys in my hood started owning bikes. I remember seeing Dare Art-Alade race to work(Cool FM) on his. I would have given anything to date him, lol! just to be on that bike with him, holding his waist, while we sped past the world.

I love the feel of the elements, I love the smell of danger,I love the admiration of the world as I put on my full gear.Am a ruff rider! Please donot compare the speed and recklessness of an Okada to my bike(Yes, my bike!, if you claim it, you can have it!).

I love power bikes and the men that ride it, I am sorry I can't help it.
Now you know, it one of my weaknesses.

Dear Lord, I want a bike and a very good riding tutor for Christmas.
Thank you lord.

(Pictures:seacoastsport.com&speedtv.com)

West African Idols is over!

Today, the first ever west African Idols ended, personally I would like to refer to it as Nigerian Idol, but lets leave it. I was at the finale last night, it was awesome, I had fun but didnot take my camera.

So unfortuately I cannot post any delicious pictures, the ones I took with my phone were are not too clear, so nothing, but lookout for bella I trust she'll have some juicy pictures. The Winner is :Timi, the best male vocal in the top ten.

But to the real Idol is OMAWUNMI, girl can sing, shes versatile,got soul, attitude and class!

I wish her well in the big world, I hope this energy and star,I saw shinning tonight, will catch the world's eye and forever shine. I love you babe, you rock!.

(Pictures:mnetafrica.com)

Stranger

Stranger
Like an eagle watches it prey,
I watch you, night and day,
From the fray of my transparent curtain,
I know your colour for each day,
I bask in the whiff of your perfume,
Hours after, you have gone miles away.
What is it about you,
That ripples my ribcage,

Stranger,
Is it the way your curved lips,
Sends warm greeting towards me,
Or is that sunshine smile,
That brightens up my day
Every time I see it,

Stranger,
Why should I forever hold my peace?
Why can’t I burst open the lid,
And let out the steam,
Why can’t I just summon up courage,
And walk up to you?
Shake your hard firmly and say my name,
Maybe ask you for a cup of coffee,
Or lunch or a movie,

Stranger
I fear so much,
That I’ll spoil our from a distance relationship,
I fear that you might not be the perfect picture,
I paint in my head,
I think I’ll keep this window vigil,
And hope that one day all my woven fantasies
Around you, come true,

If it ever comes true,
But for now I am contented,
Just calling you stranger

Just thinking

I love weddings,I really do the gown,the cake, the vows, the decorations, the bouquet, etc, etc.

Over the weekend, I went with a friend to shop for her wedding dress. As we entered into the bridal shop, I just started thinking of so many things as I admired a beautiful wedding gown by the window.

I love weddings but always think of the aftermath, marriage and I ask myself "Will I ever be ready? "will I make a good wife?" "Why should I get married?"

I don't know but alot of things pop in my mind when I think of weddings, no body is putting pressure or me or anything like that,I am just thinking.

My body, my story

I flip through my baby album,
and smile at the cute lil me,
Chubby cheeks, toothless smile,
Smooth skin, soft baby bottom
The birthmarks and immunization mark
I see now had not become visible,


1986
I could show up naked at anybody's door,
Unashamed, unafraid,
I only start running,
When I see my mom's strong palms,
Ready to spank my cute lil bottom

8
Had an eye operation,
Had to wear glasses for 3 years,

I feel as light as breeze
As shobare’s soft lips brushes mine,
My first kiss.

Puppy Love,

Silly crush.


The faded bruises on my knees,
Remind me of my stubborn tomboy days.

9
Everyone in class is laughing,
At the tribal marks on my face,
Granma says it will stop my turbulent dreams,
and heal all of my pain,
But the razor was the pain,
as it cut my face and hands
and the black power fed the bloody marks


10
omo rogun (the ladle) leaves temporary marks on my back,
My already dislocated right arm suffers the most,
The ijaw man called German,
Comes home every Saturday evening,
To put back in it place.
Gosh, it was so painful.

11

Had to cut my hair,

Mum says long hair is prohibited in my new school,

The truth is: She justs wants me.

to focus all my attention on my books.

12
I walk shirtless into the bathroom,
Ease myself and examine my face,
The tribal marks remain,
I walk back to my room,
Mum reminds me of my protruding boobs,
I never walk shirtless around the house again,
I am self-conscious.

13
Boarding school
Nickname: Breakable
I was thin, tall and frail
And still very self-conscious,
Boils leave marks on my smooth slightly bowlegs

14
Food and drugs add no flesh
To my skinny body,
Just my cheeks,
menarche appears

1999
Out of school
The thin and dark damsel,
I used to be gave way,
to light and chubby new me,
Venus relaxer disflowers my soft vigin hair.
I started blooming,
I smiled at all the compliments I received,
But did not believe any of it.

2001
My first ride on an okada,
The silencer scalds my left ankle,
I forsake my short skirts and mini gowns.
Long skirts and trousers conceal my scar.
1st love,2nd real kiss,
Fill me with wonder.


2005
Mummy brings to my notice,
I am adding weight!
What?! What!?
I run to the mirror,
My thin thighs had become hips!
I have hips.
Hips, hips, hooray!

2006,
I'm not so conscious anymore,
Tribal marks, birthmarks, body frame,
Nothing really disturbs me,
My body is not just nipples & vulva
She has brains. She has soul
She is not a source of shame.


2007
Working late,
Eating late,
My flat tummy is becoming bulgy
Exercise every morning,
To keep my tummy in and bum out,
My freedom dress fits perfectly
I love my body, It is my story, I love me.

Show me your body, Tell me your story.

Nigeria

My country always on my mind.

Cater to you

For my prospective boo


Man in my dreams, Man of my dreams
I'll complement your void,
Help build and fulfil your dreams,
Everything you want to be, I'll help you achieve,
With my hands, my heart, my knees and all,
Everything I've got,

I'll satisfy your loins, your hunger,
I'll be your queen, your slave,
Moving at whatever pace you dictate,
Every glass you want refilled,
Tell me, my king I am up to it,
Just name the place,arrange the feast,
I'll be there dancing to your favorite tune
Doing everything to please you,
I'll make your fantasies come true,
Now and again,
Over and over,
Trust me, sweet lover
I mean everything I say
Come let me feed you from my deep
my fresh still running water,
Where no one has upturned,
It is not only therapy for your body
But your soul, your whole,
Come let me give you all of me.

I've shared with you my secrets,
Conceal nothing from me,
Your past, your fears, your worries,
I want to hear it, all of it;
I know on our path,
There will be travails and temptations
But we'll make it,
despite all the broken mirror pieces around us,
Look up love, will be our own mirror,
Paint our own picture,
Our love will conquer all,
It'll knock down everything.
Take my hand, trust me

I am imperfect like you,
For I am a being, not a god,
But I am willing to be patient and make this work,
make our union strong
All I ask for you is to love me,
Trust me and be true as true can be.
© 2007, Omohemi All rights reserved.

Blog boo

Booh hooo
sniff* sniff *
Who? Who?
Who will be my blog boo?
I need a sweet and soft lyricist,
Someone who can lift me as high as this
Someone who we'll keep me in eternal bliss
Where is he?
The one whose lips drips with honey,
I need a blogger boo,
Today, now! quick! quick!

Fun saturday

I had a good saturday,I met with 2 cool Bloggers ,Tinker bell and Unnaked.
Tinker bell and I had planned to meet at the Sliverbird Galleria, to have lunch and watch a film.
I arrived late and met her at one of the restaurant at the galleria. We just flowed, talked and laughed like we had known each other longer. We could not watch a film,because we had lost track of time when we were gisting and by time we went to get our tickets,the tickets were sold out!
I had informed Unnaked earlier of my meeting with Tinker ,so he said he'll join at the galleria a little late.Well, he did and we all had a swell time.

Brief description of both of 'em.
Tinkerbell: is fun,loads of fun, she is a naughty,gregarious pretty young woman. I love,love, love her.
Unnaked: Is a shy,soft spoken young man who is soo into astrology and he is cool.
In all I had fun and I hope to meet more bloggers soon.
Tinker and Unnaked, thank you.

Dear Rain

Today,I remember the nusery rhyme,

Rain,rain,go away,
Come again another day,
little johnny wants to play

Today, I beg to change the rhyme a little and plead with the rain,

Rain, Rain,Go away,
Go and fall in another state,
Lagos has no need for rain.

Dear Rain,
I need not ask how you are feeling today,
I see your wet foot marks all over my front door, my green lawn and the flooded streets.

I know it is your season, your time to shine sorry your time to drench all in your way,
I understand but I cannot fully say I appreciate.
Please rain, let me explain.

You see I work and live in Lagos, where half the routes, are filled with holes; No! not the kind of hole in my old sock, but large potholes,as some are as big as Iya basirat's large cooking pot aka Ikoko and the deep enough to make a human grave.

Even though this not your fault,that these holes exist, and I by no means blame you for this but rain don't you see,when you fill up the pots,the already bad traffic becomes worse,most of our cars and buses are swallowed up.
The filthy blocked drainage bobs up into the street,the putrid smell is more than I can bear.
It is not only the smell thats my problem but the water that flows into our apartments in Shomolu and Aguda. Every time you pour, dear rain,I have to roll up my sleeves and swim to the busstop.

I love the soothing cool feeling, I get when you pour at midnight while I snore, but when am awake, I fret, hoping your winds and thunder has not ruined the electric pole on my street,there's rarely light though but you'll give the authorities a perfect excuse.
Dear Rain, this is Lagos not Benue, or some other farming states, you can take some of Lagos rain and pour it in the farms of those that need it but not here,even if you must just small showers not heavy down pour. Please!

I have come to plead with you,dear rain, hoping that you'll look the other way since I've spelt out my pains and you'll see reason with me.
I write to you because you will listen to my plea unlike my rulers who donot see, care or listen. Their jeeps cannot sink into the holes, their homes are always fully lit and though some live by the sea, the floods donot torture their buildings like it tortures mine.
I have other selfish reasons why I don't want the heavy down pour but I will not state them at all and stick to this for now.
Thank you for understanding.

Love,
Omohemi,
A lagos dweller.