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I just dey blog anything wey come to my skull!!!omohemi Bensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744353383039618153noreply@blogger.comBlogger112125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847689769589109083.post-38427649304367542142009-09-10T09:00:00.000-07:002009-09-10T09:22:00.547-07:00no title<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVivJNYbHTzWKQazaaAgwmqoONsVMImfTSxrPNrPF31eAzHa-NC2o9LaqFOJg8_ntCcZoq8Hn_Y0epjBGvt43j_quBH3sPbP_wiFmmlpKpA9oZab9vGWhRLeOQYu2HKhdSC82RAScgV8WM/s1600-h/MotherAndSonAbstracted.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVivJNYbHTzWKQazaaAgwmqoONsVMImfTSxrPNrPF31eAzHa-NC2o9LaqFOJg8_ntCcZoq8Hn_Y0epjBGvt43j_quBH3sPbP_wiFmmlpKpA9oZab9vGWhRLeOQYu2HKhdSC82RAScgV8WM/s400/MotherAndSonAbstracted.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379870143769496002" border="0" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" > </span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >Feeling queasy, </span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1252598133_0">Knock! Knock</span>!</span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >I’m tired, I’m dizzy.</span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >Its me mummy</span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >Who? You? Who you?</span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >Its only me mummy.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >Welcome honey,</span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >Are you comfortable honey?</span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" > </span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >Mummy, what is this?</span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >Don’t tickle it!</span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >It makes me sick.</span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" > </span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >Don’t kick that!</span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >Its my abdomen you are hurting!!</span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >Don’t touch this,its bloody,</span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >Its dripping and mummy is spotting.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" > </span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >Where are you?</span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >Am here, mummy.</span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >Where?</span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >At the door.</span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >Its not yet morning sweety.</span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >Don’t worry I can see.</span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >Why are you in a hurry,</span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >Just wait a little while, it will soon be nine.</span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >I want to leave with the cover of the night,</span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >Mummy am not ready.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >But<span style=""> </span>I am, I am ready for both of us.</span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >No, mummy,</span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >One cannot be ready for the other.</span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >We must come together.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >Are you angry?<br /></span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" > </span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >Please don’t!</span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >Wait!</span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >Please let me.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" > </span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >In the vein: Fortwin</span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >In the muscle: 'subutamol'</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" > </span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" > </span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >Take my hand, please</span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >Am slipping, let me.</span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" > </span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >It is the end of the road.</span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><span style=""> </span><span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1252598133_1">Drip</span>, drop ,drip,drop</span></span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><span style=""> </span>Comes the Oxytocin.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><br /></span></span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" > </span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><span style=""> </span>There is a quake in my soul,</span></span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><span style=""> </span>Then comes the rain,</span></span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><span style=""> </span>It is pouring outside my window,</span></span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><span style=""> </span>The warm drops touch my pillow.</span></span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><span style=""> </span>The floods caress my inside </span></span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><span style=""> </span>and slide down my thighs.</span></span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" > </span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><span style=""> </span>All I remember is his fisted palms</span></span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><span style=""> </span>In the pan.</span></span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style=""><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" > </span></span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" > </span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" > </span> </p>omohemi Bensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744353383039618153noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847689769589109083.post-88748071748408763022009-06-23T01:48:00.000-07:002009-06-23T01:55:51.394-07:00happy to be hereAm I back blogging?<br />I don't know, and i'll make no promises,<br />but I am happy to be here.<br />I am savouring this moment and glad that I have an opportunity<br />to write my thoughts. share my views, learn and meet people.<br /><br />So don't ask me if I am back,<br />I am just glad to be here.omohemi Bensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744353383039618153noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847689769589109083.post-62870475918459656712008-12-14T11:32:00.000-08:002008-12-14T15:41:45.715-08:00an update<span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >I have been procrastinating updating my blog, for a long while now, but I just read <a href="http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/index.html">temmy ta</a>yo's blog and the lady with a baby updated so whats my excuse? huh?<br />Alot and not too much has happened in the past months,<br />but it in all mostly importantly, I am here.<br /><br />I am alive, happy, hopeful, full of dreams and learning.<br /><br />It is the season when some of us think of all things we had planned for the year, how much we have achieved, we think of family, the good ones, the great ones and not so great ones,Love, Christmas & sharing.<br />The friends that loved us, the friends that held up when we needed them the most, the hurts, friendship gone sour, the ones which are still solid, the fresh budding ones,the surprises,the ones that are yet to come. The life I lived in 2008, and almost lost but was given back to me with a fresh perspective.<br /><br />In all am thankful and trust I'll do it better, harder and more truthfully next year, including trying to write my own book, but that I know already is alot of work, but I'll get through it one page at a time.<br /><br />so Happy holidays and a splendid new year.<br />I'll keep checking up on your blogs, don't know if its my server or blogger can't leave comments though.<br /><br />later<br /><br />Merry Christmas people<br /><br /><br /></span>omohemi Bensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744353383039618153noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847689769589109083.post-18994047968914536392008-11-20T08:11:00.000-08:002008-11-20T08:15:18.929-08:00The return of OI miss blogsville,<br />thank for the sweet people that checked up on me,<br />loving Bella's Nu webiste,<br />checking up on all my favorite blogs,<br /><br />I'l be returning soon.omohemi Bensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744353383039618153noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847689769589109083.post-48964618172018971612008-08-21T11:34:00.000-07:002008-08-21T11:54:26.109-07:00Aphrodite<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5q8ygvoF1ra1GgNgBc1RukmXSOZPeow_o34ncAn025eU0vefV8xkTAdlb_iDGxOJv3yqibd7nJOSQ45LDYzpFY2IEvgiEB9ZTFNDQkFqKmf4j8e_V8YSMvWxck1PJjTTXuusZwBBA_4kv/s1600-h/book.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5q8ygvoF1ra1GgNgBc1RukmXSOZPeow_o34ncAn025eU0vefV8xkTAdlb_iDGxOJv3yqibd7nJOSQ45LDYzpFY2IEvgiEB9ZTFNDQkFqKmf4j8e_V8YSMvWxck1PJjTTXuusZwBBA_4kv/s400/book.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237042481056826738" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >Reading another book, Aphrodite by Isabel Allende.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >Funny and sensual.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >here some excerpts from the book</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" >Love - " When love exists nothing else matters, not life predicaments, not the fury of the years, not a physical winding down or scarcity of opportunity;lovers will find a way to love each other, by definition it is their fate.But love,like luck, comes unbidden,thrusts us into a state of confusion, and burns off like fog when we attempt to hold on to it. As to the reliability of love as a stimulus, therefore,it becomes the luxury of the fortunate few,unattainable for those who have not been the target of its arrow.''<br /><br /><br />The Playa - "His Obsession is like that of the compulsive eaters, who gulp their food without tasting or those who drink to excess without ever discoveribng the mystery of the grape;like people who accumulate money and belongings with insatiable thirst and never experience plenitude."<br /><br />so back to my book.<br /><br />Warning: No harrasing whilst,I am way, promise I'll try to update soon.<br />ps. this is personal note to Vera.<br /><br /></span><br /></span></span>omohemi Bensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744353383039618153noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847689769589109083.post-81585584764142848782008-08-18T09:09:00.000-07:002008-08-18T09:37:30.569-07:00me talk pretty -<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0tszjjWGPRAdAJl2ZSqRRgr8X2-Gkfu-T5YB6yfUoXTYYEp79HB_ZUeNksehrLXgBlPTTWE6oiIeaTEZrWACDh0bHdtuLn3V9tFN2gsO_9SYwRUnAuwdwbJYUDHzwYXuO2FDP4Wng8R6H/s1600-h/books+humour.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0tszjjWGPRAdAJl2ZSqRRgr8X2-Gkfu-T5YB6yfUoXTYYEp79HB_ZUeNksehrLXgBlPTTWE6oiIeaTEZrWACDh0bHdtuLn3V9tFN2gsO_9SYwRUnAuwdwbJYUDHzwYXuO2FDP4Wng8R6H/s400/books+humour.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235892988005646946" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg6AlyN-DeY7_g8_EQ90W_o1RNT1TErzvAfBjTAhsCxYVGdhEDEbmVc4gDJ9Y9uM_UcS46J3n7n68xav03F3mkAgkvyVcv_Vf0kD_EaJ3sZyJC2yVI6hJr6y0LQxU8UkQIPs6xvbTO2YGF/s1600-h/books+humour.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg6AlyN-DeY7_g8_EQ90W_o1RNT1TErzvAfBjTAhsCxYVGdhEDEbmVc4gDJ9Y9uM_UcS46J3n7n68xav03F3mkAgkvyVcv_Vf0kD_EaJ3sZyJC2yVI6hJr6y0LQxU8UkQIPs6xvbTO2YGF/s320/books+humour.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235892583384298098" border="0" /></a><br />I just finished reading this book,awesome sense of humour!<br />loved it, every single page, at first when I opened it, I was not too amused but eventually was laughing with tears. Beg, steal, borrow or buy! this book.<br /><br />Congratulations to fellow blogger temmytayo on the arrival of her beautiful bundle of Joy!omohemi Bensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744353383039618153noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847689769589109083.post-44623591000007928062008-07-24T06:27:00.000-07:002008-07-25T03:51:06.357-07:00Mugabe toons<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj55KMgTmt9VsKzy-Ca2_RFz4yFqj9ai2J6h-cLs4BkaKgtTyjzKGV60I0KCDmc6P4phAABVN48neZ1FUOUNVlYn2T6A_bqD3AAvBeMDlUJe93r_7sBXEkNgsPE7vuZ9cJ8kdYQaG06rzJv/s1600-h/mugabe+toon+14.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj55KMgTmt9VsKzy-Ca2_RFz4yFqj9ai2J6h-cLs4BkaKgtTyjzKGV60I0KCDmc6P4phAABVN48neZ1FUOUNVlYn2T6A_bqD3AAvBeMDlUJe93r_7sBXEkNgsPE7vuZ9cJ8kdYQaG06rzJv/s320/mugabe+toon+14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226901196370183138" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNBUZD1DjWZrilQ1qpzEJqAJl4oAm0f9At4JUzmkMAnA6rLU6PRzvXLm-ZsCOx6xOwNjPU1ytrC65sjiLEE5iwf5a04rhdbAtA3ZOehjaVa7kf6zFwVvUWf82qlVL4SE4gC-K-rn95H0PO/s1600-h/mugabe+toon+7.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOw0iOq3Eo18C3r2MJsGvYi1ztvq4Br8e0CtKA0lRcNeqWGYHYQ7GDMoVzgvA0w39AcXWE1LmT8WRUXtmuKlJR3wLLXbDrSL3T2GldnCrAh3-JHzy6bSPsvpzf8SHORwIF3_f1XKIjel5t/s320/mugabe+toon+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226890720662958914" border="0" /></a>omohemi Bensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744353383039618153noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847689769589109083.post-78428202760734671372008-06-26T09:19:00.000-07:002008-06-26T11:07:18.673-07:00Small small gistFirst I will start by announcing that today is Miracle worker's birthday,<br />I am grateful to God for her,<br />Her Love, Her wisdom, her advice, her mother's instinct,<br />her prayers, her all.<br /><br />Thank You God for giving me a great mother.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Rain</span></span><br />The rainy season is here and I have been drenched twice and so I officially hate the season,<br />except of course when I am indoors and warm.<br />The rainy season in Lagos, means more traffic, the effects of the poor drainage on the roads fall upon us, every where is flooded and messy.<br /><br />All I can say is Rain! Rain! go away!<br />Go away from Lagos state!<br />and if you have to rain, do not be too heavy and please time your self,15-30mins<br />is fine, you don't have to rain for like and hour and half!<br /><br /><br />2 weeks ago, I had to do some last minute shopping, so I ran into a boutique<br />to buy a few things, met some girls at the shop,we greeted each other and when they were choosing stuff, they asked for my opinion and I gladly offered. I paid for my stuff and was off in a huff(rhyme not intentional) and then one of girls ran after me, " Excuse me" she said<br />and I turned around thinking I had forgotten something in the shop and she had brought it to me.<br />" The things you bought are very nice"<br />"Thank you",I replied and wondered if that was why she ran after me to say,<br />"Theres a party at Ikoyi tomorrow and I want to invite you."<br />Ok, at this point am wondering.... what? why?<br />"I am sorry am not interested I replied and started walking away.<br />"It will be fun, my name <span style="font-style: italic;">madalla, a</span>nd am a student of Unilag, there is this<br />woman coming from London and she hosting a party, blah, blah....<br />I was wondering was there something about me that made her think I would be interested in such parties, or is this how the invite people randomly to these parties and do people just agree? (Forgive me I am naive).<br />I declined but she kept trying to convince me, <span style="font-style: italic;">egbami ke! </span>asking for my phone number and offering me hers. I walked away, but was surprised at the experience.<br />Na so dem dey recruit chicks for Lagos?<br />There a lot of deeper questions to be asked, but not today.<br />*madalla -Fictitious name.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" >Dreams come true.</span><br />Be careful what you wish for because you might just get it.<br />I have been going on about wanting to read <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Measure-Man-Autobiography-Sidney-Poitier/dp/0694521965">Sidney Poitier - Measure of a man</a><br />well, I looked for it in a few shops around Lagos and couldn't find it,<br />I finally heard it was available in Numetro store, but before I could get it, it was out of stock,<br />so fast forward to last month, a sweet blogger, who has become like my big sister,<br />came into town and brought me a gift and yes, it was the book!<br />I was grinning from ear to ear, like a happy child.<br />Thanks <a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" href="http://jolanaibi.blogspot.com/">Jola. </a><br />Then another friend of my sister bought me another book from Muhammad Yunus- author Banker to the poor, an autographed copy. Goodness, I am sooo happy.<br />so next up I want a Nikon D... whatever the latest is, Camera.<br />and I know am going to get it. Amen!<br /><br />Same thing from the course I just finished,<br />I wanted the do the course but couldn't afford it,<br />and just when I had given up, God brought in some sponsors,<br />who subsidized the fee and I paid up and thoroughly enjoyed the course,<br />though I missed some classesk and my course mates are just the best! great new friends<br />added to old friends of Gold.<br /><br />so Vera, here is an update.. LOL.omohemi Bensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744353383039618153noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847689769589109083.post-6825043313462511392008-05-23T10:40:00.000-07:002008-05-27T06:41:29.571-07:006 QuirksI have not done a meme in a bit,<br />so when I saw one on <a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://overwhelmednaijababe.blogspot.com/">Overwhelmed blog,</a><br />I decided to tag myself and do it.<br /><br />so here are my 6 quirks<br /><br />1. When I am very <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">angry</span>,I burst into tears when I try to speak.<br /><br />2. I love the art of cooking, but hate to spend long hours in the kitchen, as soon I am in kitchen for more than one hour, I am tired of the whole thing.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTa9Dx5BCnz82J_L4bM6a7XHX_zB-gut9pYoQ1Kn9FLZtyyMGIFMETx4yuo_HgfJOyiSsWRdsurtW1zX3EofMXKECsj4QjdYWBJMZg07mbkWa2PFQMSJWx4OwTmau7j-CFESAWpDtIUjYV/s1600-h/Music_Image.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTa9Dx5BCnz82J_L4bM6a7XHX_zB-gut9pYoQ1Kn9FLZtyyMGIFMETx4yuo_HgfJOyiSsWRdsurtW1zX3EofMXKECsj4QjdYWBJMZg07mbkWa2PFQMSJWx4OwTmau7j-CFESAWpDtIUjYV/s200/Music_Image.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203642790893932242" border="0" /></a><br />3. I cannot function properly without music, at home, cleaning, at work under pressure,I must listen to some form of music. Even when theres no light to charge my phone, I will run the battery flat when I need to listen music.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">4. Sometimes I get into a "serious mood" or "moody mood" for no reason, and no it is not my period or PMS, sometimes.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">5. I am insular about alot of stuff I shouldn't in .(I am sorting this quirk out slowly)</span><br /><br /><br />6. I love nicker underpants and lingerie, I can spend hours, just shopping for them.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4TG-bHYFvYKVFGn2Y1uUHf5E4kkvAzfF5VjAHxtqpkGE_cGqC1Mp2IVY1L7_zqV11AP8-FfbaegNO4FyDT1EDC_lz9r85W1ajrkzs7RMEMSMd8FupJHhxJvCPuKnyl_1tATTXf9_wdITt/s1600-h/lingerie.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4TG-bHYFvYKVFGn2Y1uUHf5E4kkvAzfF5VjAHxtqpkGE_cGqC1Mp2IVY1L7_zqV11AP8-FfbaegNO4FyDT1EDC_lz9r85W1ajrkzs7RMEMSMd8FupJHhxJvCPuKnyl_1tATTXf9_wdITt/s200/lingerie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203643637002489570" border="0" /></a><br /><br />so tell what are your quirks?omohemi Bensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744353383039618153noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847689769589109083.post-44924765180324579152008-05-09T07:51:00.000-07:002008-05-19T03:32:22.764-07:00African Leaders<span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfqtuRounTRIdZSOMEnJ-tbzCONIQe_6MKz-eaOAlZ3SC1MY7ImGabBXSDjpGVtxkNDYhHK9HVaRoUdnqAJsWdmb_6-rkJyuRTcqc6Z899hgiHEWSzWUiAfSEpTxl57_SSJOUHuFP5TiZ2/s1600-h/African+leaders.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfqtuRounTRIdZSOMEnJ-tbzCONIQe_6MKz-eaOAlZ3SC1MY7ImGabBXSDjpGVtxkNDYhHK9HVaRoUdnqAJsWdmb_6-rkJyuRTcqc6Z899hgiHEWSzWUiAfSEpTxl57_SSJOUHuFP5TiZ2/s320/African+leaders.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198412278115273986" border="0" /></a>Picture from: </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >members.telering.at/<wbr>art4u/congo</span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >I watched the last King of Scotland to the end, for the first time 2 days ago and I cried at the end.<br />I cried not because of what happened in the film but because of what is presently going in Africa,<br />you would think after the likes of <a href="http://encarta.msn.com/encyclopedia_761578969/mobutu_sese_seko.html"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Mobutu seseko</span> </a>and</span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" > <a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" href="http://www.moreorless.au.com/killers/amin.html">Idi amin</a></span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">,</span> there would be no more but there is </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" ><a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/africa/643737.stm">Mugabe</a></span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> </span>now and Africa is silent.<br />What can we do? What should we do?<br /><br />I really don't like the finger pointing about how the western countries support dictatorial regimes in Africa, but I am wondering as African why we allow it? Why we sit in silence after all the war, hardship, poverty, hunger, diseases and disasters we have gone and we are still going through.<br /><br />I believe strongly that our leaders are reflection of who we are,yes we can shake our heads vigorously and say am not like that but I'll say wait till you are given a little power.<br />I worry about my continent and mostly about my country,Nigeria.<br /><br />Yes, we are amazing people with great gifts, and I dare say we are the most creative Africans in the world, but look at us. In a few years down the line, what will we become?<br />I'll know some might say, try not to focus on our leaders(though I confess it is hard not to.) but what the people are doing, but if we don't have the right people making right choices for us, all our efforts may just not be worth it after a while.<br />Even with the simplest of things, corruption has eaten deep, parents look for ways to write common entrance exams for their primary school children/wards, the man driving against a one way traffic, to the state governor who had embezzled his state's funds and was allowed to travel out of the country during his trial.(Ok, I promise not to focus on the leaders) or the pastor who smiles sheepishly at the entrance of a politician into church.<br />Three of the most influential and important people,(Sunny Okosun,Yinka Craig and Gani Fawehimi) in Nigeria have cancer and we cannot boast of one hospital that can fully diagnose and treat them properly. They have to raise monies and fly abroad for treatment.<br /><br />Do our leaders not see what we see? Do they not feel what we feel?<br />Why loot and build another man country and not put anything valuable in your home country?<br />Are they leaders or rulers?<br /><br />I'll keep at my little quota and hope that one day, my little quota will connect with good little quotas across the nation and cause a ripple effect in Nigeria and hopefully Africa.<br />But right now all I can ask is which way Nigeria?<br /><br />p.s. I am sorry if the piece seems disjointed, my emotions got in the way of writing.</span>omohemi Bensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744353383039618153noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847689769589109083.post-50194780794594714582008-05-06T05:57:00.000-07:002008-05-06T08:59:46.193-07:00random rantingThe rainy season is here again,<br />and I have a hate/love with the rains,<br />but its all good.<br /><br />I feel like am living outside by body,<br />I wake up constantly in pains and not wanting to get out of bed.<br />Over the weekend though,I had a good rest and felt well,<br />but by Monday morning the "<span style="font-style: italic;">feeling"</span> resumed.<br /><br />I just finished a malaria dose, so I do not know what it could be.<br />Is it Lagos and its madness getting to me?<br /><br />I am often distracted.<br /><br />I feel like going on long long holiday, with a masseuse at my side, all day.<br />All I just want to do now is write, sleep,sing, watch movies, relax and read.<br /><br />I don't know why, but I am worried by every piece of news,<br />especially news about Nigeria,<br />I know you'll say focus on the good, but there so much going on, its so hard to focus.<br />I worry about Zimbabwe'.<br /><br />I worry about my weight,<br />Its rapid the way am gaining weight,<br />I am loving the new defined hips, butt and boobs,<br />but the bulging tummy and large arms, no! no!<br /><br />I am glad things are sorting out,<br />I need to discipline my self about my finances,<br />I need to go shopping,<br />I need shoes, bags and new Sexy lingerie.<br />I need to get away,<br />I need space.<br /><br />I love my mom,<br />I am growing to love and respect her mom every day,<br />though sometime her love can exasperating.<br /><br />I miss my siblings,<br />wish I could see them everyday.<br /><br />I hate the traffic,<br />I feel like dancing,<br />I feel like hosting a beach party,<br />I miss my baby.<br /><br />I am feeling dizzy.<br />its about to rain,<br />am at work and cannot concentrate.<br />I have missed two classes at school this week,<br />I miss school and am angry.<br /><br />I need to try and focus,<br />before boss lady shoots my brain,<br />but really I need a holiday.<br /><br />I just needed to do this rant and hope I feel better.<br />Lord,this is a prayer, sort me out, now now!omohemi Bensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744353383039618153noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847689769589109083.post-24005366856481064272008-04-28T08:34:00.000-07:002008-04-28T09:38:58.940-07:00Sex slaveThe lovely month of April is running to an end,<br />I look forward to May.<br /><br />A friend sent me the link to this story,<br /><p style="text-align: left;" class="art-p">A 73-year-old Austrian man has confessed to imprisoning his daughter in a windowless cellar for 24 years and fathering her seven children.</p><p style="text-align: left;" class="art-p">A 42-year-old woman had told police on Sunday that her father, Josef Fritzl, lured her into the basement of the block where they lived in the town of Amstetten in 1984 and drugged and handcuffed her before imprisoning her.</p><p style="text-align: left;" class="art-p">"(Fritzl) has now said that he locked up his daughter for 24 years and that he alone fathered her seven children and that he locked them up in the cellar," Franz Polzer, head of the criminal investigations unit in the province of Lower Austria, said.<br /></p><p style="text-align: left;" class="art-p">Read more <a href="http://www.mirror.co.uk/news/topstories/2008/04/28/sex-slave-father-confesses-to-locking-daughter-in-cellar-for-24-years-89520-20397801/"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">HERE.</span></a></p><p style="text-align: left;" class="art-p">Thanks B.<br /></p><p style="text-align: left;" class="art-p">It reminds me of YFZ ranch polygamy story in the US.</p><p style="text-align: left;" class="art-p">What is wrong with these men? what makes them so sick?</p><p style="text-align: left;" class="art-p">The man kept his own daughter in prson for 24 years???!</p><p style="text-align: left;" class="art-p">Kilode!</p><p style="text-align: left;" class="art-p">I'll try and see if I can get a full story about a similar story in Lagos, Nigeria.<br /></p><p style="text-align: left;" class="art-p">Enjoy the rest of your week.<br /></p>omohemi Bensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744353383039618153noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847689769589109083.post-23486083317169358812008-04-23T10:11:00.000-07:002008-04-25T02:53:34.038-07:00danfo driverHere my video for the week,<br /><br />need I explain why?<br /><br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pGd7wYTbgWU&hl=en"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pGd7wYTbgWU&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object>omohemi Bensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744353383039618153noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847689769589109083.post-91585423489495904822008-04-21T11:03:00.000-07:002008-04-21T11:33:03.392-07:00Banker to the poor<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmsamjTvNjn3FiXiz8NNccLkjDYjdn66QwG1HGPZY_IKrDGy8MGL4RElJgmykeLj2sWZbZu0iTHzBtzS4wH-1YMtzzKgOKZihgwm8kSTt4VIj1mMp0VBqvu3IIY1RRMfzfoXvITddOkaGi/s1600-h/%7BD891336A-3514-4B7F-A276-5E9E17DA69CE%7DImg100.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmsamjTvNjn3FiXiz8NNccLkjDYjdn66QwG1HGPZY_IKrDGy8MGL4RElJgmykeLj2sWZbZu0iTHzBtzS4wH-1YMtzzKgOKZihgwm8kSTt4VIj1mMp0VBqvu3IIY1RRMfzfoXvITddOkaGi/s320/%7BD891336A-3514-4B7F-A276-5E9E17DA69CE%7DImg100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191766792801339554" border="0" /></a><br />I just finished this book and it is inspiring, I could not drop it and could not help scribbling down notes.<br />I first saw on Oprah show, last year and then saw his book with a friend, got to read it last week, great book.<br /><br />I enjoyed it, hope you will too.<br />too lazy to type synopsis right now, just google the book or Muhammad Yunus.omohemi Bensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744353383039618153noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847689769589109083.post-57138846828160766982008-04-02T07:01:00.000-07:002008-04-03T10:20:43.578-07:00Adieu mama wa.I have never met her or her daughter,<br />but from her daughter, I have felt her love, her strength, her courage and Nigerianess.<br /><br /><a href="http://buki81.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-weight: bold;">London Buki</span></a> showed me her mother,<br />with her beauty, faith and love.<br />All her mommy posts have been inspiring,<br />I admire her.<br /><br />It was with sadness today when I read her post about the passing away of her mother,<br />I do not have words to console or encourage at this moment,<br />But I know for sure God is with her.<br /><br /><pre><b><a name="die">When I die...</a></b><br /><br />When I die<br />when my coffin<br />is being taken out<br />you must never think<br />i am missing this world<br /><br />don't shed any tears<br />don't lament or<br />feel sorry<br />i'm not falling<br />into a monster's abyss<br /><br />when you see<br />my corpse is being carried<br />don't cry for my leaving<br />i'm not leaving<br />i'm arriving at eternal love<br /><br />when you leave me<br />in the grave<br />don't say goodbye<br />remember a grave is<br />only a curtain<br />for the paradise behind<br /><br />you'll only see me<br />descending into a grave<br />now watch me rise<br />how can there be an end<br />when the sun sets or<br />the moon goes down<br /><br />it looks like the end<br />it seems like a sunset<br />but in reality it is a dawn<br />when the grave locks you up<br />that is when your soul is freed<br /><br />have you ever seen<br />a seed fallen to earth<br />not rise with a new life<br />why should you doubt the rise<br />of a seed named human<br /><br />have you ever seen<br />a bucket lowered into a well<br />coming back empty<br />why lament for a soul<br />when it can come back<br />like Joseph from the well<br /><br />when for the last time<br />you close your mouth<br />your words and soul<br />will belong to the world of<br />no place no time<br /><br /><b>~RUMI, ghazal number 911,<br />translated May 18, 1992,<br />by Nader Khalili.</b> </pre><br />Adieu Mama wa.omohemi Bensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744353383039618153noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847689769589109083.post-67431388815364666382008-04-02T04:19:00.001-07:002008-04-02T05:04:31.999-07:00Happy April<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4lg-tUfnIAMoIf8QNI1cOHwFX0bOjPasuih8wNlu-GeS1REIFgz1AW1d37cSXWk0KDGso2dtimTYnJTdIJegWBuDD-5_svl4xo2wuI-OGx1AFF5LioH-R8GETq_m1tA17LSqhloOKhlSy/s1600-h/Two+Black+Children.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4lg-tUfnIAMoIf8QNI1cOHwFX0bOjPasuih8wNlu-GeS1REIFgz1AW1d37cSXWk0KDGso2dtimTYnJTdIJegWBuDD-5_svl4xo2wuI-OGx1AFF5LioH-R8GETq_m1tA17LSqhloOKhlSy/s200/Two+Black+Children.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184614039086746738" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;" >Well to some,it is just another day in the calendar,<br />but in Nigeria we like to celebrate everything, from happy new morning, to happy new day,new month new year,<br />so please celebrate with me and say Happy new month!<br /><br />I'll do proper post, hopefully this week,<br />just need to find time to type and then upload and do my blog rounds but time, time ,time!<br /><br />This morning while reading through the news I came across <a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20080401/us_nm/usa_school_plot_dc;_ylt=AoQPWSxWLSdqgMSpIOvaEYdQXs8F">THIS</a><br />9 years olds! planning to cut their teacher???<br />Please what is happening to us? yes all of us.<br />It is so easy to point fingers and look away and claiming the responsibility is not ours but we are all in it, and like a domino effect its going to get us all.<br /><br />Yesterday,I was watching Bill Cosby on Oprah show and he was talking about the same thing too, what are we doing to our children?<br />Yes, you can say I donot have any kids, but what about your cousins, nieces, nephew,children in your neighbourhood, how do you affect their lives?<br />When you are with them what do you discuss?<br />If you are a parent, beyond school fees and clothing what else do you know about your child?<br />This is becoming an emergency! If we donot address it soon, we'll have a crisis on our hands,it is not just about your kids alone, am not saying you should be put your nose in some else's family, but hey! be more involved in your child's PTA meetings, in that way you know what the other parents are thinking and what the school is planning, because if you bother only about your kid, that other kid you didnot want to see or know nothing about, might affect your child, not in the future, but right now!<br /><br />What values are we passing unto our children? How much time do we spend with them?<br />Do we know their friends, not just by their names but who they are and what they up to? I know we are all busy most times, running after how to make ends meet? but when last did you check your daughter homework, or hangout with her alone and talk heart to heart? Family make up the society! whether the extended like we have in most parts of Africa or the nuclear from the monogamous man in Europe, people do not drop from the sky, they are part of a family.<br /><br />I remember growing up, My mom was a single mom, but everybody helped in raising us, from our neighbours who checked our reports cards before my mom returned from work, to my granma who taught us to basic chores in the house to teaching us the native language,to my uncles and aunties who helped us with our home work and assignments,etc.<br />Yes,I know time have changed and an average child now may not have the privileges of an extended family and good neighbours and maybe left alone to hired helps,<br />but is anyone listening to these children? What future are we preparing for them them 10-15 years down the line?<br />Yes in Nigeria, the education system is going down on the daily, our leaders really donot care, they embezzle most of the funds and send their kids abroad, but for the kids that are here, beyond sending them top notch schools, what else we contributing in their lives? Is it all about the money or whose kids they will mingle with?<br />Education goes beyond the classroom, that does mean it is not important.<br /><br />In our own little way how can we make things right?<br />What are our children watching?<br />What are they listening to?<br /></span><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;font-family:webdings;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Who are they with?<br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;" >What are they doing?<br />What are they saying?<br /><br />Show me our children now, and I'll tell what our society is going to be.<br />Lets save ourselves, lets save our children.<br /><br />ps. so much for not having time to type,this serves as a proper post now, lol.</span>omohemi Bensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744353383039618153noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847689769589109083.post-17368115370484459362008-03-25T07:40:00.000-07:002008-03-25T08:13:17.331-07:00driving to work<span style="font-weight:bold;">too lazy to blog right now.</span><br /><br /> Enjoy!<br />Driving to the office this morning on the<br />interstate, I looked over to my left and<br />there was a woman in her brand new<br />Mercedes doing 65 miles per hour.<br />With her face up next to her rear view mirror<br />putting on her makeup!<br />I looked away for a couple seconds and when<br />I looked back she was halfway over in my<br />lane, still working on that damn makeup!!<br />Well, I'm a man, but this sight scared me so badly,<br />I dropped my electric razor, which knocked the donut<br />out my other hand, then while trying to straighten<br />out the car using my knee, it knocked my cell phone<br />away from my ear which fell into the coffee between<br />my legs, splashed and burned my crotch, ruined the<br />damn phone and disconnected a very important call!!<br /> <u>LOUSY WOMEN DRIVERS!!</u><br /><br />culled from Emusing.comomohemi Bensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744353383039618153noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847689769589109083.post-46861489714698452712008-03-12T12:02:00.000-07:002008-03-12T12:07:41.695-07:00A Joke at my expense.<div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">A friend sent this joke to me via email this evening,<br />ENJOY!<br /><br /><br />A Nursery 1 student in a danfo bus from school was reciting the days lesson at school, it went thus: if my father is a cock and my mother a hen, i will be a chick if my father is a lion and my mother a lioness, i will be a cob if my father is a king and my mother a queen, i will be a prince etc, etc. The bus driver was irritated by the boys 'noise', he shouted at the boy asking him to shut up. But the boy continued. Then the driver shouted; What of if your father is an 'armed robber' and your mother an 'ashawo' (prostitute) , what will you be? The boy replied; I will be a 'Danfo Driver' </span></strong></div><br /><br /><p> </p><hr size="1"><br /><div id="ygrp-sponsor" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 140px; float: left; clear: none; margin-left: 5px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-bottom: 25px;"><div id="nc"><br /></div></div>omohemi Bensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744353383039618153noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847689769589109083.post-59804107917457084302008-03-07T05:16:00.000-08:002008-03-07T06:31:53.008-08:00pictures from the road<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZoXxrZumPJSDBQweS1hBP0CS884NVG-Uk-fcXSoisWTutkVNMI5HHWz__EvM53NKkosqKNaphjRt_0vkSv50muqH0SqOZP7exakgkG4yQp0jthLU7M0K40H0j3ZpbjtrxQuYENHnehSth/s1600-h/Picture+078.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZoXxrZumPJSDBQweS1hBP0CS884NVG-Uk-fcXSoisWTutkVNMI5HHWz__EvM53NKkosqKNaphjRt_0vkSv50muqH0SqOZP7exakgkG4yQp0jthLU7M0K40H0j3ZpbjtrxQuYENHnehSth/s200/Picture+078.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175001607482086754" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmpQgo11Q-ci8ZtuAqTopDQiOd_274hNV06NScf8xCMKdWZYiUl_LkHsuxvmRgRFd7SRIN9pCqgIgfzwsLCMAgs_qGVLueBNUumx1s8vjkuyNFhb0t27DtnCcVW7uq4ypRyh4GjUbSeIC7/s1600-h/Picture+092.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmpQgo11Q-ci8ZtuAqTopDQiOd_274hNV06NScf8xCMKdWZYiUl_LkHsuxvmRgRFd7SRIN9pCqgIgfzwsLCMAgs_qGVLueBNUumx1s8vjkuyNFhb0t27DtnCcVW7uq4ypRyh4GjUbSeIC7/s200/Picture+092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174999485768242514" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY1zng4QuDkNVsvDp6UDgu-0G6m1wc3VQdhilYz7CFodL4p6UW_qlaRCbkh-Tc7uhVSKcF17TkvWea1Kj0WuKyK0FJ_pGpjIEwNMNzyl0UwtacqgPG72XHQoVR1MOIIpKbB-piw1VEYZjz/s1600-h/Picture+058.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY1zng4QuDkNVsvDp6UDgu-0G6m1wc3VQdhilYz7CFodL4p6UW_qlaRCbkh-Tc7uhVSKcF17TkvWea1Kj0WuKyK0FJ_pGpjIEwNMNzyl0UwtacqgPG72XHQoVR1MOIIpKbB-piw1VEYZjz/s200/Picture+058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174995508628526402" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWYI2oR0-w8avP1Sd-a1ruG1Yn3NtIN3k36OKlkBybTAgB4PYA_k8f5Xp_sqURzFqURJV8p1WaZOQBQwhFFH8MbpcWovXXIW4QxHSOm2sHHeIm-LI-KDh2l_ZXFZNsIyW744_tpSD-MAp-/s1600-h/Picture+090.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWYI2oR0-w8avP1Sd-a1ruG1Yn3NtIN3k36OKlkBybTAgB4PYA_k8f5Xp_sqURzFqURJV8p1WaZOQBQwhFFH8MbpcWovXXIW4QxHSOm2sHHeIm-LI-KDh2l_ZXFZNsIyW744_tpSD-MAp-/s200/Picture+090.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174993588778145074" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTUqnqBGTrhBHn4hGDJ3GEEyjw16qm8kKMq79vrM7UXutgikFCApgHYuSw9LqWHgwYouy2TwudQS4EDPr5DGngb8Y-phncfjlZSxiw-eo7T4CG_JRCi_Uq1O4QPTeuRFAe6rN5ora8W0BX/s1600-h/Picture+089.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTUqnqBGTrhBHn4hGDJ3GEEyjw16qm8kKMq79vrM7UXutgikFCApgHYuSw9LqWHgwYouy2TwudQS4EDPr5DGngb8Y-phncfjlZSxiw-eo7T4CG_JRCi_Uq1O4QPTeuRFAe6rN5ora8W0BX/s200/Picture+089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174991312445478178" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN0uF7j8aefp2FhpZ0BbtHIDrTtbKTfWrxSsfdY9cNAULmpXsHZ0mgGBcqdOb7dNl6aqMdCHN6rG7LYoVaZHZt7DOAD46_sjoeKQQks2iOGZC0PQd-V-pEUoTHww02gcJ_6eahOB-DLe3K/s1600-h/Picture+094.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN0uF7j8aefp2FhpZ0BbtHIDrTtbKTfWrxSsfdY9cNAULmpXsHZ0mgGBcqdOb7dNl6aqMdCHN6rG7LYoVaZHZt7DOAD46_sjoeKQQks2iOGZC0PQd-V-pEUoTHww02gcJ_6eahOB-DLe3K/s200/Picture+094.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174989603048494354" border="0" /></a><br />1. Tejuosho market, demolished<br />2. some building in falomo,taking from Obalende side of 3rd mainland bridge<br />3. Some danfo talk<br /><br />4 Falomo shopping complex<br />5. A shop on awolowo road,Ikoyi, with danfo art<br />5. Obalende bus park, view from 3rd mainland bridge.<br /><br />All pictures are<b style="">© of Omohemi.<o:p></o:p></b>omohemi Bensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744353383039618153noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847689769589109083.post-54468278812945108852008-03-07T02:24:00.000-08:002008-03-17T02:35:39.265-07:00Danfo Driver goes to schoolThis year has been going great for me and am thankful to God.<br />Though there a lot of work and <span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">orisirisi</span></span> to it, compounded of course with the Lagos madness but its all good. Talking about Lagos, Lagos is gradually....yes, gradually changing, from a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">danfo</span> driver I can tell you so, well let me start from my angle- transport.<br /><br />The <span style="font-weight: bold;">B</span>us <span style="font-weight: bold;">Rapid</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">transit</span> buses have not fully rolled out but some are on the road already, new pedestrian bridges are been built, and they are properly done with roof covers,(Note: one on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">anthony</span>/<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">oshodi</span> expressway and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Onipanu</span>/<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Ikorodu</span> road) the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Ozumba</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Mbadiwe</span> road is fab, almost completed,(I wish the same could be done to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Ikorodu</span> road) , the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">molue</span> is going to be gradually phased out,though I wonder what will happen to existing driver of these <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">molues</span>? Will they be employed by state Government to drive the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Brt</span> Buses or some other forms of employment will be created for them?<br />And yes, the markets,it is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">a lot</span> of work to get them clean but there is continuing effort, but I miss my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Tejuosho</span> market which got burnt last December,I mean it is one of best markets on the mainland, which had everything! I hope it can built back to something better than what existed before, but in the mean time The traders should be relocated to a proper place, some have found(or properly given) shops along the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">NTA</span> road in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Tejuosho</span> but can that place contain them all? And where can the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">danfo</span> driver shop without having to go all the way to Lagos Island?<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">Ok</span>... back to the title of this post, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">Danfo</span> driver is taking a course to help her improve on her work and get a better understanding of it, I started this month,the course is 10 days in a month which will run for four months and it is 9am-5pm and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">there is</span> only <span style="font-weight: bold;">one</span> cute boy in my class...(sigh), yes I know am there to learn and all, but good looking men could speed up the learning process :-),<br />well am enjoying school,I love my lecturers and classmates and I love lunch time though I see only the option of rice and salad and strangely I don't talk much in class, well it only been two days this week, so lets see how it goes.<br /><br />I know the month of February is long gone, but I had a very different valentine from <span style="font-size:130%;"><a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" href="http://omorere.blogspot.com/2007/02/awful-valentine.html">last year</a></span>, it was good. And yes I have not had any severe menstrual pain since then,thanks to my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">Gynie</span>,I recommend her any day. So that all for now with the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">danfo</span> driver,I'll try to be consistent with my blog rounds now, I miss <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">Babaalaye</span>,Vera and boorish, I hope they come and update soon.<br /><br />The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">danfo</span> driver goes about now with a tape recorder and camera, to capture the sights and sounds of Lagos, but men! to take pictures on the road is not easy. Any body got some tips for a female <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">danfo</span> driver driver, walking around Lagos with a camera, to get good pictures?<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">orisirisi</span>- meaning:Different things.omohemi Bensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744353383039618153noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847689769589109083.post-69618911910186483942008-03-05T07:57:00.000-08:002008-03-05T08:06:14.274-08:00I miss my blogI miss you my darling online diary,<br />am sorry for the neglect,<br />I have have many excuses but not one strong reason.<br />I'll repent, today!omohemi Bensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744353383039618153noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847689769589109083.post-35218350283734774652008-01-09T02:35:00.000-08:002008-01-09T03:03:19.224-08:00Happy new year<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">Happy new year everyone!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">hope you all had a fab holiday, I did.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">I love the feeling hope the every new year brings,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">I know all I have set out to achieve to this year will be done.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">I will blog more and not run off or allow laziness engulf me, even though more work has piled for me,</span><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">but I shall get through it and blog.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">I met a few bloggers last saturday and it was fun! for those that couldn't make it,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">you missed! I hope we can do this again.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">Happy new year again people,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">may this year be your best year yet!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">Enough now, Omohemi.</span>omohemi Bensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744353383039618153noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847689769589109083.post-45776524372858290162007-12-03T06:39:00.000-08:002007-12-28T03:19:13.571-08:00December is here and goingI remember has a little child how I used to look forward to the month of Decemeber,<br /><br />Decemeber was truly the season to be merry.<br /><br />I remember how we decorated the whole house first week of Decemeber, we usually start decoration on a saturday morning.We'll clean the house first,thorough cleaning ,different from the usual saturday routine, then we'll bring out all the decorations and sort them, the old ones that can be used,the old ones that could still be managed, the brand new ones. You need to see the excitement on our faces(me and my silblings) as we sort with our uncle.<br /><br />The highlight of the whole decorating event, was putting the christmas lights around the house and decorating the christmas tree, with christmas carols playing on the record player (btw, do the still make them?), it was like going to heaven, I really cannot describe the euphoria.<br /><br /><br /><br />December was a month of plenty parties, plenty new stuff,plenty food, plenty freebies, plenty fireworks and bangers,plenty goodies and plenty everything-merry. I rememember our end of the year party in primary school,the presentations, the showing off of different outfits, the smiles of faces of teachers and parents, the month of december brought along with it, a good feeling.<br /><br />Decemeber was and still is the month, for travelling. You get to see your family and friends who haven't seen a long while.<br /><br />I loved the month of december.<br /><br />But has I grew older, the month of December lost its appeal for me,<br /><br />the decoration routine has worn off in my household, we only put up the christmas tree now,<br /><br />only other decorations are considered<em> panti</em> (rubbish) now. I don't know why I don't get the euphoric feeling anymore.<br /><br />The month of December is the time now, I do an audit for the year, what did I plan to do? What did I achieve? What can I still achieve before the year runs to an end.<br /><br />There is still loads of parties, especially weddings to attend in december, but now I defintely will not attend all, you have to choose attendance in order of prioroity. I have to write out a list of who am giving christmas cards and gifts,I have to save up in time to get at least one new outfit, to recycle with the old outfits I have.<br /><br />I smile now when I see children now, shopping with their parents, preparing for the end of the year parties, et al. (Gosh! I feel like an old woman).<br /><br />December is also the month of hope, hope for the new and better things.<br />Merry Christmas everyone and a splendid new year.omohemi Bensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744353383039618153noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847689769589109083.post-65770804721734585872007-11-20T05:42:00.000-08:002007-11-20T09:44:50.518-08:00ThankfulI was tagged by <strong><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Tlk</span>.</strong><br /><br />There are so many things to be thankful for, so many things I take for granted.<br /><br /><span style="color:#cc6600;"><strong>I am thankful for life,that I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">donot</span> pay for the air I breathe.</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc6600;"><strong>I am thankful to have an avenue to be thankful.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc6600;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc6600;"><strong>I am thankful for my family, both nuclear and extended.</strong></span><br /><strong></strong><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;">I am thankful to God for giving a blessed woman like miracle worker,I am <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">privileged</span> to be her child,I laugh now when I look back at many mother-daughter fights we had, and how I swore and was sure I'll never be her but everyday people tell me,I am look like my her.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;">I am <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">thankful</span> for my brother blessed with wisdom beyond his years, his humour,his love, his sweetness, his essence,thank you lord.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;">I am thankful for my crazy, creative, funny, smart, pretty and sexy sister. I couldn't have had it better.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;">I am thankful for my father, whose pampering and worrying and overbearing love I complain about, but I am thankful for a doting father.<br /></span><br />I am thankful for his grace, his love, his mercy upon me, all this things I am unworthy of, even despite my faithfulness and unfaithfulness.<br /><br />I am thankful for shelter,I am thankful for my health,my senses, safety, food, light,clean water and good W/C.<br />I am thankful for my friends, I am blessed among men.<br />I am thankful for my job and all it has taught me, I am thankful for all the colleagues and ex-<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">colleagues</span>.<br />I am thankful for Lagos, though the city is crazy, there always a fun part to it.<br />I am thankful because Nigeria will never break into a war again, our progress maybe slow, but we are making progress, gradually.<br /><br />I am thankful for my ability to learn.<br />I am thankful for strengths and weakness and all that make me.<br />I am thankful for my blog and avenue to talk, share and learn.<br />I am thankful for my faith.<br />I am thankful all the lives that have blessed me.<br />I am thankful for all my experiences,past and present.<br />I am thankful for the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">opportunities</span> availed to me.<br />I am thankful for everything.<br />Thankfulomohemi Bensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744353383039618153noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1847689769589109083.post-4923720814784255742007-11-13T02:30:00.000-08:002007-11-13T02:58:35.776-08:00no title.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2_c0GIpiK4kc-prIOpTf73G4kCkvanBUThPr1DttfN5L2a0VTRkPiyVL5hzVGwbhPGFDkgaqmJQXdHFrPM594VaHjjy4UtSzq5a3mz5-y7mgQhc0sWSmQvayR9kzpf3kkJitc_aERiI3W/s1600-h/heartbreak+again.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132277531071924818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2_c0GIpiK4kc-prIOpTf73G4kCkvanBUThPr1DttfN5L2a0VTRkPiyVL5hzVGwbhPGFDkgaqmJQXdHFrPM594VaHjjy4UtSzq5a3mz5-y7mgQhc0sWSmQvayR9kzpf3kkJitc_aERiI3W/s200/heartbreak+again.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7ZoREzeby_nM7eWQQ2Fsf8OZlBJSbuLGOUwon_guFUtc7GcUcMd8s-aI5UNw-mArQwYC23zq8CdcSJOlJCY7sbnsurliY8P3wWjrqyTI-V8rdgHahtUuy1B10pmL0kZzSfq7fyG0yP614/s1600-h/heartbreak+again.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc99;">My heart broke today,</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc99;">I am alive</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc99;">And can feel the howling pain. </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc99;">My heart broke today,</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc99;">The bloody rain from my soul, </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc99;">could not ease the pain,</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc99;">My heart broke today,<br />In an unusual way,<br />The way that changes things,</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc99;">but they remain the same.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc99;">My heart broke today,</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc99;">And all of me gave way,<br />In bits and pieces, like shards from a glass pane,<br />That can never be put back together again,</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc99;">My heart broke today,</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc99;">I felt nothing near fear or shame,<br />Only pain, torturing pain,.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc99;"><br />My heart broke today,</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc99;">But I am glad,</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc99;">she fulfilled her dreams of</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc99;">joy, sadness, love, laughter, anger and now pain.</span></div></div>omohemi Bensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744353383039618153noreply@blogger.com17