OMOHEMI

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2009-09-10T09:00:00.000-07:00

Feeling queasy,

Knock! Knock!

I’m tired, I’m dizzy.

Its me mummy

Who? You? Who you?

Its only me mummy.

Welcome honey,

Are you comfortable honey?

Mummy, what is this?

Don’t tickle it!

It makes me sick.

Don’t kick that!

Its my abdomen you are hurting!!

Don’t touch this,its bloody,

Its dripping and mummy is spotting.

Where are you?

Am here, mummy.

Where?

At the door.

Its not yet morning sweety.

Don’t worry I can see.

Why are you in a hurry,

Just wait a little while, it will soon be nine.

I want to leave with the cover of the night,

Mummy am not ready.

But I am, I am ready for both of us.

No, mummy,

One cannot be ready for the other.

We must come together.

Are you angry?

Please don’t!

Wait!

Please let me.

In the vein: Fortwin

In the muscle: 'subutamol'

Take my hand, please

Am slipping, let me.

It is the end of the road.

Drip, drop ,drip,drop

Comes the Oxytocin.

There is a quake in my soul,

Then comes the rain,

It is pouring outside my window,

The warm drops touch my pillow.

The floods caress my inside

and slide down my thighs.

All I remember is his fisted palms

In the pan.

happy to be here

2009-06-23T01:48:00.000-07:00

Am I back blogging?
I don't know, and i'll make no promises,
but I am happy to be here.
I am savouring this moment and glad that I have an opportunity
to write my thoughts. share my views, learn and meet people.

So don't ask me if I am back,
I am just glad to be here.

an update

2008-12-14T11:32:00.000-08:00

I have been procrastinating updating my blog, for a long while now, but I just read temmy tayo's blog and the lady with a baby updated so whats my excuse? huh?
Alot and not too much has happened in the past months,
but it in all mostly importantly, I am here.

I am alive, happy, hopeful, full of dreams and learning.

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.
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.

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.

so Happy holidays and a splendid new year.
I'll keep checking up on your blogs, don't know if its my server or blogger can't leave comments though.

later

Merry Christmas people

The return of O

2008-11-20T08:11:00.000-08:00

I miss blogsville,
thank for the sweet people that checked up on me,
loving Bella's Nu webiste,
checking up on all my favorite blogs,

I'l be returning soon.

Aphrodite

2008-08-21T11:34:00.000-07:00

Reading another book, Aphrodite by Isabel Allende.
Funny and sensual.

here some excerpts from the book

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.''

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."

so back to my book.

Warning: No harrasing whilst,I am way, promise I'll try to update soon.
ps. this is personal note to Vera.

me talk pretty -

2008-08-18T09:09:00.000-07:00

I just finished reading this book,awesome sense of humour!
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.

Congratulations to fellow blogger temmytayo on the arrival of her beautiful bundle of Joy!

Mugabe toons

2008-07-24T06:27:00.000-07:00

Small small gist

2008-06-26T09:19:00.000-07:00

First I will start by announcing that today is Miracle worker's birthday,
I am grateful to God for her,
Her Love, Her wisdom, her advice, her mother's instinct,
her prayers, her all.

Thank You God for giving me a great mother.

The Rain
The rainy season is here and I have been drenched twice and so I officially hate the season,
except of course when I am indoors and warm.
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.

All I can say is Rain! Rain! go away!
Go away from Lagos state!
and if you have to rain, do not be too heavy and please time your self,15-30mins
is fine, you don't have to rain for like and hour and half!

2 weeks ago, I had to do some last minute shopping, so I ran into a boutique
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
and I turned around thinking I had forgotten something in the shop and she had brought it to me.
" The things you bought are very nice"
"Thank you",I replied and wondered if that was why she ran after me to say,
"Theres a party at Ikoyi tomorrow and I want to invite you."
Ok, at this point am wondering.... what? why?
"I am sorry am not interested I replied and started walking away.
"It will be fun, my name madalla, and am a student of Unilag, there is this
woman coming from London and she hosting a party, blah, blah....
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).
I declined but she kept trying to convince me, egbami ke! asking for my phone number and offering me hers. I walked away, but was surprised at the experience.
Na so dem dey recruit chicks for Lagos?
There a lot of deeper questions to be asked, but not today.
*madalla -Fictitious name.

Dreams come true.
Be careful what you wish for because you might just get it.
I have been going on about wanting to read Sidney Poitier - Measure of a man
well, I looked for it in a few shops around Lagos and couldn't find it,
I finally heard it was available in Numetro store, but before I could get it, it was out of stock,
so fast forward to last month, a sweet blogger, who has become like my big sister,
came into town and brought me a gift and yes, it was the book!
I was grinning from ear to ear, like a happy child.
Thanks Jola.
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.
so next up I want a Nikon D... whatever the latest is, Camera.
and I know am going to get it. Amen!

Same thing from the course I just finished,
I wanted the do the course but couldn't afford it,
and just when I had given up, God brought in some sponsors,
who subsidized the fee and I paid up and thoroughly enjoyed the course,
though I missed some classesk and my course mates are just the best! great new friends
added to old friends of Gold.

so Vera, here is an update.. LOL.

6 Quirks

2008-05-23T10:40:00.000-07:00

I have not done a meme in a bit,
so when I saw one on Overwhelmed blog,
I decided to tag myself and do it.

so here are my 6 quirks

1. When I am very angry,I burst into tears when I try to speak.

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.

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.

4. Sometimes I get into a "serious mood" or "moody mood" for no reason, and no it is not my period or PMS, sometimes.

5. I am insular about alot of stuff I shouldn't in .(I am sorting this quirk out slowly)

6. I love nicker underpants and lingerie, I can spend hours, just shopping for them.

so tell what are your quirks?

African Leaders

2008-05-09T07:51:00.000-07:00

Picture from: members.telering.at/art4u/congo

I watched the last King of Scotland to the end, for the first time 2 days ago and I cried at the end.
I cried not because of what happened in the film but because of what is presently going in Africa,
you would think after the likes of Mobutu seseko and Idi amin, there would be no more but there is Mugabe now and Africa is silent.
What can we do? What should we do?

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.

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.
I worry about my continent and mostly about my country,Nigeria.

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?
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.
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.
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.

Do our leaders not see what we see? Do they not feel what we feel?
Why loot and build another man country and not put anything valuable in your home country?
Are they leaders or rulers?

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.
But right now all I can ask is which way Nigeria?

p.s. I am sorry if the piece seems disjointed, my emotions got in the way of writing.

random ranting

2008-05-06T05:57:00.000-07:00

The rainy season is here again,
and I have a hate/love with the rains,
but its all good.

I feel like am living outside by body,
I wake up constantly in pains and not wanting to get out of bed.
Over the weekend though,I had a good rest and felt well,
but by Monday morning the "feeling" resumed.

I just finished a malaria dose, so I do not know what it could be.
Is it Lagos and its madness getting to me?

I am often distracted.

I feel like going on long long holiday, with a masseuse at my side, all day.
All I just want to do now is write, sleep,sing, watch movies, relax and read.

I don't know why, but I am worried by every piece of news,
especially news about Nigeria,
I know you'll say focus on the good, but there so much going on, its so hard to focus.
I worry about Zimbabwe'.

I worry about my weight,
Its rapid the way am gaining weight,
I am loving the new defined hips, butt and boobs,
but the bulging tummy and large arms, no! no!

I am glad things are sorting out,
I need to discipline my self about my finances,
I need to go shopping,
I need shoes, bags and new Sexy lingerie.
I need to get away,
I need space.

I love my mom,
I am growing to love and respect her mom every day,
though sometime her love can exasperating.

I miss my siblings,
wish I could see them everyday.

I hate the traffic,
I feel like dancing,
I feel like hosting a beach party,
I miss my baby.

I am feeling dizzy.
its about to rain,
am at work and cannot concentrate.
I have missed two classes at school this week,
I miss school and am angry.

I need to try and focus,
before boss lady shoots my brain,
but really I need a holiday.

I just needed to do this rant and hope I feel better.
Lord,this is a prayer, sort me out, now now!

Sex slave

2008-04-28T08:34:00.000-07:00

The lovely month of April is running to an end,
I look forward to May.

A friend sent me the link to this story,

A 73-year-old Austrian man has confessed to imprisoning his daughter in a windowless cellar for 24 years and fathering her seven children.

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.

"(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.

danfo driver

2008-04-23T10:11:00.000-07:00

Here my video for the week,

need I explain why?

Banker to the poor

2008-04-21T11:03:00.000-07:00

I just finished this book and it is inspiring, I could not drop it and could not help scribbling down notes.
I first saw on Oprah show, last year and then saw his book with a friend, got to read it last week, great book.

I enjoyed it, hope you will too.
too lazy to type synopsis right now, just google the book or Muhammad Yunus.

Adieu mama wa.

2008-04-02T07:01:00.000-07:00

I have never met her or her daughter,
but from her daughter, I have felt her love, her strength, her courage and Nigerianess.

London Buki showed me her mother,
with her beauty, faith and love.
All her mommy posts have been inspiring,
I admire her.

It was with sadness today when I read her post about the passing away of her mother,
I do not have words to console or encourage at this moment,
But I know for sure God is with her.

When I die...

When I die
when my coffin
is being taken out
you must never think
i am missing this world

don't shed any tears
don't lament or
feel sorry
i'm not falling
into a monster's abyss

when you see
my corpse is being carried
don't cry for my leaving
i'm not leaving
i'm arriving at eternal love

when you leave me
in the grave
don't say goodbye
remember a grave is
only a curtain
for the paradise behind

you'll only see me
descending into a grave
now watch me rise
how can there be an end
when the sun sets or
the moon goes down

it looks like the end
it seems like a sunset
but in reality it is a dawn
when the grave locks you up
that is when your soul is freed

have you ever seen
a seed fallen to earth
not rise with a new life
why should you doubt the rise
of a seed named human

have you ever seen
a bucket lowered into a well
coming back empty
why lament for a soul
when it can come back
like Joseph from the well

when for the last time
you close your mouth
your words and soul
will belong to the world of
no place no time

~RUMI, ghazal number 911,
translated May 18, 1992,
by Nader Khalili.

Adieu Mama wa.

Happy April

2008-04-02T04:19:00.001-07:00

Well to some,it is just another day in the calendar,
but in Nigeria we like to celebrate everything, from happy new morning, to happy new day,new month new year,
so please celebrate with me and say Happy new month!

I'll do proper post, hopefully this week,
just need to find time to type and then upload and do my blog rounds but time, time ,time!

This morning while reading through the news I came across THIS
9 years olds! planning to cut their teacher???
Please what is happening to us? yes all of us.
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.

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?
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?
When you are with them what do you discuss?
If you are a parent, beyond school fees and clothing what else do you know about your child?
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!

What values are we passing unto our children? How much time do we spend with them?
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.

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.
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,
but is anyone listening to these children? What future are we preparing for them them 10-15 years down the line?
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?
Education goes beyond the classroom, that does mean it is not important.

In our own little way how can we make things right?
What are our children watching?
What are they listening to?

Who are they with?

What are they doing?
What are they saying?

Show me our children now, and I'll tell what our society is going to be.
Lets save ourselves, lets save our children.

ps. so much for not having time to type,this serves as a proper post now, lol.

driving to work

2008-03-25T07:40:00.000-07:00

too lazy to blog right now.

Enjoy!
Driving to the office this morning on the
interstate, I looked over to my left and
there was a woman in her brand new
Mercedes doing 65 miles per hour.
With her face up next to her rear view mirror
putting on her makeup!
I looked away for a couple seconds and when
I looked back she was halfway over in my
lane, still working on that damn makeup!!
Well, I'm a man, but this sight scared me so badly,
I dropped my electric razor, which knocked the donut
out my other hand, then while trying to straighten
out the car using my knee, it knocked my cell phone
away from my ear which fell into the coffee between
my legs, splashed and burned my crotch, ruined the
damn phone and disconnected a very important call!!
LOUSY WOMEN DRIVERS!!

culled from Emusing.com

A Joke at my expense.

2008-03-12T12:02:00.000-07:00

A friend sent this joke to me via email this evening,
ENJOY!

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'

pictures from the road

2008-03-07T05:16:00.000-08:00

1. Tejuosho market, demolished
2. some building in falomo,taking from Obalende side of 3rd mainland bridge
3. Some danfo talk

4 Falomo shopping complex
5. A shop on awolowo road,Ikoyi, with danfo art
5. Obalende bus park, view from 3rd mainland bridge.

All pictures are© of Omohemi.

Danfo Driver goes to school

2008-03-07T02:24:00.000-08:00

This year has been going great for me and am thankful to God.
Though there a lot of work and orisirisi to it, compounded of course with the Lagos madness but its all good. Talking about Lagos, Lagos is gradually....yes, gradually changing, from a danfo driver I can tell you so, well let me start from my angle- transport.

The Bus Rapid transit 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 anthony/oshodi expressway and Onipanu/Ikorodu road) the Ozumba Mbadiwe road is fab, almost completed,(I wish the same could be done to Ikorodu road) , the molue is going to be gradually phased out,though I wonder what will happen to existing driver of these molues? Will they be employed by state Government to drive the Brt Buses or some other forms of employment will be created for them?
And yes, the markets,it is a lot of work to get them clean but there is continuing effort, but I miss my Tejuosho 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 NTA road in Tejuosho but can that place contain them all? And where can the danfo driver shop without having to go all the way to Lagos Island?

Ok... back to the title of this post, Danfo 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 there is only one 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 :-),
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.

I know the month of February is long gone, but I had a very different valentine from last year, it was good. And yes I have not had any severe menstrual pain since then,thanks to my Gynie,I recommend her any day. So that all for now with the danfo driver,I'll try to be consistent with my blog rounds now, I miss Babaalaye,Vera and boorish, I hope they come and update soon.

The danfo 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 danfo driver driver, walking around Lagos with a camera, to get good pictures?

orisirisi- meaning:Different things.

I miss my blog

2008-03-05T07:57:00.000-08:00

I miss you my darling online diary,
am sorry for the neglect,
I have have many excuses but not one strong reason.
I'll repent, today!

Happy new year

2008-01-09T02:35:00.000-08:00

Happy new year everyone!

hope you all had a fab holiday, I did.

I love the feeling hope the every new year brings,

I know all I have set out to achieve to this year will be done.

I will blog more and not run off or allow laziness engulf me, even though more work has piled for me,but I shall get through it and blog.

I met a few bloggers last saturday and it was fun! for those that couldn't make it,

you missed! I hope we can do this again.

Happy new year again people,

may this year be your best year yet!

Enough now, Omohemi.

December is here and going

2007-12-03T06:39:00.000-08:00

I remember has a little child how I used to look forward to the month of Decemeber,

Decemeber was truly the season to be merry.

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.

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.

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.

Decemeber was and still is the month, for travelling. You get to see your family and friends who haven't seen a long while.

I loved the month of december.

But has I grew older, the month of December lost its appeal for me,

the decoration routine has worn off in my household, we only put up the christmas tree now,

only other decorations are considered panti (rubbish) now. I don't know why I don't get the euphoric feeling anymore.

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.

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.

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).

December is also the month of hope, hope for the new and better things.
Merry Christmas everyone and a splendid new year.

Thankful

2007-11-20T05:42:00.000-08:00

I was tagged by Tlk.

There are so many things to be thankful for, so many things I take for granted.

I am thankful for life,that I donot pay for the air I breathe.

I am thankful to have an avenue to be thankful.

I am thankful for my family, both nuclear and extended.

I am thankful to God for giving a blessed woman like miracle worker,I am privileged 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.
I am thankful for my brother blessed with wisdom beyond his years, his humour,his love, his sweetness, his essence,thank you lord.

I am thankful for my crazy, creative, funny, smart, pretty and sexy sister. I couldn't have had it better.
I am thankful for my father, whose pampering and worrying and overbearing love I complain about, but I am thankful for a doting father.

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.

I am thankful for shelter,I am thankful for my health,my senses, safety, food, light,clean water and good W/C.
I am thankful for my friends, I am blessed among men.
I am thankful for my job and all it has taught me, I am thankful for all the colleagues and ex-colleagues.
I am thankful for Lagos, though the city is crazy, there always a fun part to it.
I am thankful because Nigeria will never break into a war again, our progress maybe slow, but we are making progress, gradually.

I am thankful for my ability to learn.
I am thankful for strengths and weakness and all that make me.
I am thankful for my blog and avenue to talk, share and learn.
I am thankful for my faith.
I am thankful all the lives that have blessed me.
I am thankful for all my experiences,past and present.
I am thankful for the opportunities availed to me.
I am thankful for everything.
Thankful

no title.

2007-11-13T02:30:00.000-08:00

My heart broke today,
I am alive
And can feel the howling pain.
My heart broke today,
The bloody rain from my soul,
could not ease the pain,
My heart broke today,
In an unusual way,
The way that changes things,
but they remain the same.

My heart broke today,
And all of me gave way,
In bits and pieces, like shards from a glass pane,
That can never be put back together again,
My heart broke today,
I felt nothing near fear or shame,
Only pain, torturing pain,.

My heart broke today,
But I am glad,
she fulfilled her dreams of
joy, sadness, love, laughter, anger and now pain.

Where I have been?

2007-10-23T03:41:00.000-07:00

I wish I could answer and say,
I have been to London to see the Queen, but on the contrary, I have been in Las gidi.
Where I have been?
I have been in out of my mind,
wondering, praying, asking questions, going crazy, returning sane.
Where I have I been?
I have mad busy and a bit lazy.

Recently, in Lagos traffic has been crazy(I know this is norm) but now it is like mad crazy,
The work on Ikorodu road on BRT lane, the construction of road in Yaba, the collapse of the bridge in Ikorodu, its like all hell has been let loose on our all mad traffic, it really a sun kere fa kere situation. The transport system of Lagos needs a total over haul.
It is not just about providing more buses on the road because at this rate now, I think I am going to be needing chopper rides across town.
It is about everything, the road networks, the roads (gosh! most of the roads in Lagos are BAD!),
the traffic officials,the yellow buses(yeah that's me!) the heavy duty trucks and tankers, the OKADA RIDERS! and the private car owners and commuters, everyone and everything.

Where do we begin? Is it from the every increasing accidents on the road?
Can't heavy duty vehicles be banned during the day? Can't their restriction be limited to a certain time, maybe like from 11pm - 6am? Do we have to move all goods by roads? Can't one of big boys buy the whole rail line and monopolize it? (Economist and those that have a say in the matter, please help here) Why do the foolish trucks drivers double park on express?

If Okada is banned? what will be alternative means of transport within short distances?
Are the riders trained? NO! Isn't there a way the riders can be scrutinized?

Why do some private car owners, who are considered the sanest on the madness chain of Lagos road users still drive on one way? Why do commuters cross the express when there is a pedestrian bridge very close by and it is not very late?

Why are accident vehicles left on the road a month or two after the incident?
Is it only me that is appalled by the unnecessary traffic and madness?
At the rate at which, we are going, won't we need mobile toilets in traffic, mobile restaurants and even mobile showers?
The beggars and destitutes on the road have become an eye sore.
Will the traffic lights and street lights ever work? (foolish question! I know)
I am just fed up with it all really.
What can I do? What can we do?

So this is where I have been,
In the centre of Excellence, with our posh vehicles on dirty roads,
sitting and seething in traffic forever, with the fear of being robbed.
With our "big" attitudes, plenty grammar, no action, no concern and increasing madness.
Who will save us?

By way, where have most of my neighbours gone? Fine boy, Alaye, Vera, Blacktinkerbell and sparkle?
Or is it me that has been gone too long?
Confused and Tminx, I miss you babes.

Tuface is alive.

2007-10-11T08:46:00.001-07:00

I will like to dispel all rumours about Tuface, he is alive and getting better.
Read and check out more pictures Here

Nigeria is green

2007-10-01T07:30:00.000-07:00

Today is the 47th year of our independence,
I believe the coming years will get better for us,'
The future is green.

Enjoy TY bello's single.

Fave Female Singers

2007-09-26T01:44:00.000-07:00

I was on TLK blog and saw his post on his fave female singers and decided to do mine, He stuck to ten but its impossible for me to do so, even this list I have here is not enough. I was exposed to alot of music growing up fromTina Turner,Sidney Lauper, Onyeka Owenu, I could on forever. These are songs that will last forever. I sneaked a group in to the the list, TLC, how can I leave them out. I love brandy,Monica and Aaliyah too. There are new acts everyday, that are winning my heart, Asa, Nigeria's soulful artist is just the boom! Can't wait for her album to be released.

So who are your faves?

TLC

Macy Gray

Sade Adu

India arie

Lauryn Hill

Shania Twain

Natasha Bedinfield

still here

2007-09-25T08:10:00.001-07:00

I have missed blogging, but I have been busy,
so many things I want to write but no time. I will finish up my write up on my next adventure of a Lagos commuter and post it up soon.
I read this article, "Men of God as Superstars" a while ago and came across it on line today,
very interesting. Read HERE and let me know what you think.

Tuface please!

2007-09-12T10:21:00.000-07:00

Tuface is one of Nigeria's foremost artiste and I love him! Read more about him HERE.

I love his story, the humble beginnings from one of the best male vocal group in Nigeria, Plantation Boiz. I loved them, they young, fresh and unique. I was one of people that was really upset about the their breakup, even though they are back in the studio together now, but just for an album, not as a group.

After the breakup,2face, stood out! He shone like a true star, his looks, his voice and the his songs. His first solo album, Face to face was one of the hottest album of the year 2005. Everyone single song in that album was good,every single one.

Early this year, he released another album, grass to grace, it was also another hit, every song was good,lyrics, beat, rhythm. I fell in love with artist.

But I do I have a lil problem with the 2 daddy, 2 problems actually.

Problem 1: His diction, Have you seen a television interview with Tuface?

Its really sad, please let no one say diction don't matter, it sure does. Especially has a Nigerian International artiste, your diction is really important, not jaw breaking vocabulary but simple basic grammar, not the regular YES O! YES O! he adds before,in the middle and the end of every sentence. With no disrespect to Fuji artistes,even Fuji artistes are working on their diction on the daily, so why not tuface?

His label Kennis Music, do they not see a need to brush up their artiste? A popular radio presenter on one of the local radio stations in Nigeria, once mentioned it and all hell went loose!

Oga kenny will not have any of it, clearly it had to be some bad belle for the ariste.

I am wondering can't Mr.Ogungbe hear him, can the whole world be crazy and Mr. Ogungbe sane?

I would have assumed that he will get Tuface a private tutor to help with his grammar.

Has his grammar improved? No.

2nd problem with Tu daddy, is his videos, the best so far in my opinion is his African queen video,very simple could have been better, but I like the idea.

Last week, my brother bought the Video CD of Tuface with great anticipation, only for us to have our hopes dashed. The videos were just not it,I cannot find any other word to describe how I felt when I watched the videos. I expected better, he is exposed now, worked with foreign directors and even shot the video outside Nigeria(These are not factors determining a good video).

So what happened?

Do his mangers not realise the power of a good video, he won an award at MTV Europe in 2005 , does that not indicate he steps up his game? I cannot emphasise the need for a good song and even a much better video. Why is it taking Tubaba so long to get this? Did he not see the videos of his former group members? Does he not see the final cut of his videos? Or he does not know any better? Or he does not have a say in the whole matter?
What about other videos he has featured in? like Jim jatts, Stylee video.

I will like to see Tuface improve,I do agree he has come a long way, he has evolved and I repeat he is one of the foremost artistes in Nigeria, and with time Africa. If he steps up his game, he might just be one of the foremost truest Nigerian International artiste reckoned with across the globe. His songs are tight, his looks is right, his style is evolving, simple and cool but his videos and vocabulary need major mending, someone explain to Tuface please!

Kolomental --- FAZE

True Love --- TUFACE

Sylee---- DJ JIMMY JATT FEAT TUFACE AND MODE 9

love your neighbour... love your self.

2007-09-03T10:23:00.000-07:00

This scripture keeps nudging me,
Luke 10 : 27
"..... and you shall love neighbour has yourself"
How can one truly love another, if you have no love for yourself.
The first step to truly loving anyone is loving yourself, you cannot give what you donot have.
How can a man begin to truly learn to love himself?

how old is the danfo driver?

2007-08-30T09:33:00.000-07:00

Happy birthday to me!

I am grateful to my creator, the author and finsher of my faith,

The One who guides me and loves me despite all my flaws.

He is my source, my strength, my all.

I am grateful to be alive to see today,

I am grateful for who I am and the potentials I have,

I am grateful for the blessed family that I have,

(Oh! you need to have heard my mother's prayers for me this morning)

I am grateful for the friends God has blessed me with, am indeed blessed among men.

I am grateful for my colleagues and place of work, though this week was particularly tough for me, but am here, better wiser, stronger.

I am grateful for the danfo drivers across Lagos, lets hope this new BRT lane in Lagos works, it should make business better for us.

I am grateful for the blogfam I have, some of whom have become very good friends of mine.

I thank all those who called, sent me gifts, cards, messages...etc. I am grateful.

I am grateful for everything, Happy Birthday to me.

PS. I am still accepting gifts.

Thankful

2007-08-20T01:35:00.000-07:00

Today,
I am thankful to be alive.
Most importantly,I thank God for the life of my brother,
Who was caught inthe middle of the armed robbery saga inKetu on friday.

Details later, get to get back to work!

Update: I cannot even begin to recount the story like he told me, but something has to be done about the security in Lagos. The robbers according to my brother were very young, as young as 18 and 19. Their weapons were nothing to compare to the police toy guns. He ran to police station for "safety" but it was a bad idea,he was almost killed there and the station was razeddown, am just grateful that his life was spared because people were killed right in front of him. It so scary and sad.

Rejoinders to lost's return.

2007-08-15T06:36:00.001-07:00

In response to my poem - Lost's return,
My poetry partner Lost wrote a rejoinder

Homecoming
It’s the evening,
The neighbors are gone now
The music has gone quiet
The celebrations are over
Its just us now…
Mama and I

She looks at me.
I look away.
She reaches for me.
I pull away.
She remains.
I stop.
I reach for her.
I stop.
I am not the son she lost,
I think.
I am not the boy she missed…the one that left.
The one she loved.Would she love,
the one that came,
In place of the one she lost?
It’s the evening,
The neighbors are gone now…But the questions remain.

And Blacktinkerbell,
wrote a rejoinder to his,

Mama's Love
My son has come,
returned from the dead.
My back has been bent
bent double with the weight of my prayers
My heart lightens
the burden tumbles down
Years restored;
which I thought were lost
In the midst of rejoicing,I see
see a new light in his eyes
the warrior who left me
he's returned a broken man
his lips tremble,
his eyes dart to and fro
in unguarded moments,
cold steel creeps into his touch
he is not right, he is not the same
As the night lightens into morn
with the first call of the cockerel,
I slip into his room
I call his name,
look into his eyes
lay his head upon my breast,
mama knows all, mama's love will heal.

Beautiful pieces.

Native Language

2007-08-14T03:33:00.000-07:00

Why do some Nigerians think that speaking and teaching their children, their native language is razz?

As long as it doesn't affect their spoken English, whats wrong?

Is speaking Pidgin razz too? I particularly love the waffy dialect of pidgin.

Someone please educate me!

Lost's return

2007-08-07T09:59:00.000-07:00

Today, Mama is rejoicing,
Singing and dancing,
Praying and crying,
Her eyes simply cannot believe it,
This is a greater gift than money,
Far sweeter than honey,

Today mama is celebrating,
That which caused her agony,
now suddenly brings her relief,
She is beside herself,
hands on her head,
hands on her chest,
hands together in the air,
God has answered her only prayer,
She thought this was a dead matter.

Clap, mama,clap
Dance, mama, dance,
Your dance is the prologue,
to the never ending chorus.
Let her bask in this reverie,
10 oceans cannot contain her floods of joy,
Nothing , noone can stop her,
From embracing her son,
The first fruit of her womb,
Who had been missing for years and years,
Everyone was assured that death had eaten him up,
A child dead, is better than a child lost,
But mama held on and kept her hopes up,

Her only son, her first born has returned,
beat the gong,play the drum
This festival has just begun.
© Omohemi Benson, All rights reserved.

This is for lost, I await your response.

Fear

2007-08-06T07:40:00.000-07:00

Marianne Williamson

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.It is our Light, not our Darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you NOT to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightening about shrinking so that other people won't feel unsure around you. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It is not just in some of us; it is in everyone. As we let our own Light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.

First heard this from the film Coach carter and then Akeelah and the bee, two brilliant films,but one beautiful powerful phrase,that inspires me daily. Read it again, onTminx blog today and smiled.

The collaspe of the Mississippi bridge

2007-08-02T08:17:00.000-07:00

Today, I heard about the collaspe of the Mississippi bridge, please read here for more details.
I couldnot help but think about our own third mainland bridge.

May God console the families of the those who lost there lives on the bridge.

Read yesterday of some prisoners in the phillppines who dance to pop as their morning routine.
will this ever happen in our prisons? If yes? When?
Please click on the link here to watch them dance, very interesting.
Enjoy.

counting...

2007-08-01T01:47:00.000-07:00

In exactly 29 days from now,
It will be my birthday,
so am giving blogsville enough notice,
Why? because I want gifts!
not just calls and messages, but beautiful gifts.

Mark the 30th of August in your diary, phone, whatever and start planning on what to give me.
no excuses, just gifts!
Thanks.

fun weekend

2007-07-30T10:53:00.000-07:00

I had a good weekend.

starting from friday night to sunday evening.

I met a couple of bloggers at Laspapi's play on sunday,
It was fun! Thanks guys.

Thinking

2007-07-28T04:48:00.000-07:00

Who am I?

What am here for?

Will I fulfill my purpose?

Where am I going?

Adventures of a Lagos commuter 3

2007-07-22T08:49:00.000-07:00

If you commute regularly in Lagos, you'll meet different people, from the ordinary reserved commuter to the really crazy one.

I have a categorized a few,that you might identify on your next trip.

The Activist: This is the commuter who champions the course of other commuters, ranging from exorbitant fares to indiscrimate abuse by the bus conductors, amongst other things. He is bold, loud mouthed and often times wins the course.

Personal experience: My sister and I were returning from the market one evening,the fare was N30,when the bus was filled with passengers and we about to leave, the conductor annouced that the fare was N50. There was no reason given, the bus that had left just before ours collected N30, but the conductor and the driver insisted on collecting N50.

Some passengers grumbled, some were indifferent, some were cursing the driver, who was already ordering those who could not pay the fare to get off the bus, but alas there was this young woman, in the bus, the activist. She calmed everyone in the bus,raising her voice steadily, she insisted that we must not pay the N50 fare, asking us all to remain in the bus and coperate. She said her house rent had just been increased no explainations, her light bill had just been increased no explainations but her salary has remained the same for 7 years, no explainations!, she went on how we just allow things without fighting or asking.

To cut a long story short, we were all seated in the bus for an hour, no body got off and eventually our action paid off, we paid the regular N30 fare.

The preacher: this is the commuter, who propagates the gospel of Christ in the bus. They may or maynot have a bible at hand, but they quote scriptures well. A few of them are very good, very good meaning; good diction, good dressing, subtle approach and most of them are purely the opposite. A few of them ask for offering after preaching.

Jonah: (remember the biblical story of the lad, who slept in the belly of the whale?).

This is the commuter, who sleeps from the beginning of the trip to the end of the trip,often missing his busstop, sometimes the sleeping commuter might even snore!

The analyst: This is the commuter who ananlyses the political and economical situation of the country, citing unverified statistics and stories, often criticising or comending the government of the day.

The Salesman: This is the commuter who sells strong conviction that his product is the best in the whole world. From booklets, medicine to snacks , name it, the sales man has got it.

The Iya Olomo - This is the commuter, who has more than two children with him/her, often times,this commuter is usually a woman who is pregnant, has a baby strapped to her back and has like four or more children with her. When Iya olomo gets on the bus, she tries with (of course) no success to carry all her four children on her laps until any commuter offers to help her with one or two of the children. When she is getting off the bus it is another drama, the conductor will have to warn the driver "oloyun o pomo o!,o gbomo dani, o mu omo lowo,o leru leyin" (transl: Please wait patiently for this one, she's pregnant, she has a child strapped to her back, she carrying one on her shoulder, holding another and she's got lugage in the boot!)

Staff: this is the commuter who refuses to pay the fare, claiming to be a staff, this commuter is usually a police officer,a soldier or one of the touts aka agbero the motorpark. Sometimes, some smart guys use this moves too, claiming to know the driver from childhood,neighbourhood, or he is the chairman of the boys or some other silly idea that comes up in his head.

If the smart guy is lucky the driver and conductor may let him be but if not they may order him to get off the bus or beat him silly!

Personal Experience: A uniformed man, who was neithera police oficer,naval officer or soldiers, got on the bus one nice friday evening, feeling all fly,when the conductor asked him for money he proudly answered "staff!" the conductor, looked at him and laughed(I remember vividly that conductor's dentition, it was ugly!) and answered"staff ti bo?" transl: staff from where? The man couldnot answer,the conductor had a fun day beating the guy, it wasn't funny at all!

The Mercy passenger: this is the commuter who never has enough money to pay for the fare but boards the bus all the same, hoping that the conductor will look on him/she with mercy or some other commuter will look with upon mercy, and add to the fare or plead with conductor.

Iya Oloja- This is commuter is a regular on the yellow buses, especially the Molue.

They are very cautious with their bags and goods. They haggle alot with the conductor over the bus fares and the fares they have to have to pay for their goods in the bus.

Personal experience: An iya oloja was sitting beside me in a danfo, then the conductor asked for her fare,she brought money from the leftside of her bra, counted it and put it back, brought out money fromthe right side of her bra, counted it and put it back, brought out money from the pouch market woman usually carry, counted it and put it back, finally she brought out money from her purse and paid the conductor!

The eccentric: As the name suggests, this is really eccentric commuter, who is full of drama.

(s)he could either been talking to herself through out the bus ride, or pick on another passenger or conductor sometimes even driver and insult them through out the ride. Pray never to be sitted beside one.

The reserved: This is the quiet easy going commuter, who tries as much as possible to avoid trouble with the conductor and fellow passengers, you will hardly ever hear his/her voice in the bus. They come in quitely and get off quietly.

Know any other kind of commuter, please share.

If you missed the POST that lead to the Adventures 1 and 2 read up!

Interested... hurry!

2007-07-20T09:25:00.000-07:00

Stories Across Africa (StAAf) a core project of the African Academy of Languages, the official language agency of the AU, is a is a pan African project intending to:

develop and support the use of African languages in print;
support mother tongue based bilingual education in Africa;
stimulate and support the African publishing industry and African literary and visual artists to create and foster the use of children’s literature;
begin to create a common store of written children’s literature for African children;
support possibilities for reading for enjoyment as part of literacy learning and development.

In collaboration with a local publisher from each of Southern, West, Central, East and North Africa, StAAf is publishing three anthologies of writing for children:
Early Childhood (0-8),
Middle Childhood (9-12) and
Teenagers (13+)
We invite you to submit stories and poems in any African language (with a summary or translation in English, French or Portuguese) or any of the AU official languages. Please follow the following guide (suggested maximum words per submission) with respect to length:
ECD: 800 words
Middle: 1200 words
Teen: 2000 words
The selection process will be made by the StAAf steering committee and their decision will be final. Authors of submissions which are selected for inclusion in one of the anthologies will be paid a permission fee for the use of their writing. Authors of manuscripts selected for publication will be informed before the end of October 2007.
Selected stories and poems will:
arise from and give an African point of view;
have definite literary merit;
reflect diversity in terms of gender, ethnicity etc;
challenge discrimination;
include humour and avoid being didactic and preachy;
include not only ‘problem literature’ but fantasy and experimental, non-linear texts too.
Selection issues to be considered include:
Style: How is the story or poem written? Are the ideas easily understandable? Is it readable for the target age group?
Translation: Will it be possible to adapt this poem or story into a variety of languages used on the African continent?
Theme: Is the theme relevant for the age group? Will it have continent-wide appeal? Is the theme interesting? Does it portray positive roles for the readers? Is it gender sensitive?
Attractiveness: Is the story or poem appealing to the target audience? If there is humour? Is its appeal continent-wide? Does the language attract the reader?
Clarity: Is the rhythm, diction and syntax clear and appealing? Does the language contribute to transmitting the message and attracting/ entertaining the audience? Is the use of language original and lively?
Submission DetailsSubmission deadline: 30 July 2007Please submit stories and poems by post or email.
If the story has already been published, please submit a copy of the title and imprint pages.
Please make and keep a copy of any story you submit for yourself. StAAf will not return stories to the sender.
No story will be accepted unless it is accompanied by a completed submission form.
(The submission form below can be cut and pasted from here and sent by email or snail mail)
Please submit entries to:
Carole BlochStAAf Central Co-ordinatorRoom 14, Arts Block,PRAESA, UCTPrivate Bag Rondebosch 7700Cape TownSouth AfricaEmail: http://us.f623.mail.yahoo.com/ym/Compose?To=carole.bloch@uct.ac.zaTel: 0027 21 6503589Fax: 0027 21 6503027
StAAf 2nd Call for Children’s Stories (and Poetry)SUBMISSION FORM
Please complete a new form for each submission
DETAILS OF THE PERSON MAKING THE SUBMISSION
NAME:
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Thanks Omoalagbede for this.

Thisday Festival/fiasco

2007-07-15T21:28:00.000-07:00

The much awaited Thisday festival,ended this morning. I had fun but I was also disappointed with the organisers.

1st Blunder :Merging the 2day event into one. I arrived at the Thisday event centre in Lekki at 6pm, and a few people had arrived. We(My colleague and I) bounced in happy that at least we arrived "early". When we got into they hall itself,it was not ready,it looked like the event was to take place next week. The stage wasn't finished, some of the equipments were still in the boxes, the hall was not fully arranged. Trust Nigerians now, we still sat down hoping that the organisers will do some magic oh! and ofcousrse they did, The able oga patapata of Thisday, got on the uncompeleted stage and annouced that the event had been shifte till tomorrow, apologising. His reason: customs didnot clear the equpiments on time and something about Shakira coming in two aircrafts,I didnot bother to hear the rest, I just got up and left.
New time:11am on Sunday.

Sunday morning: I skip church and hurry again to Thisday centre.
I got there early and got a good seat. beleiveing that max, the show will kick off by 1pm.
for where? the show didnot start until 2.45pm, with Shakira opening the stage,
Please that lady can dance! and her hips don't lie at all at all. She performed well though it was short. She did some serious belly dancing too.

2nd Blunder: there was no comedian to help compere with Dare Art-Alade.
After each artist performed, it took like an hour, yes an hour to clear the stage, while we were waiting, did the organisers not deem it fit to entertain the audience like they did last year?

3rd Blunder: How many compere can one event have? there was Kate henshaw, Femi something(can't remember his surname),Dan foster and Dare. Four! haba!
And so that we will know which bank brought which artist, representatives of the bank had to come and announce who their bank brought.
Diamond brought Rihanna
UBA brought Kelly of destiny child.
speaking of Kelly, girlfriend fainted o! ah! at first I thought it was part of the act but when her dancers turned back and started crying and screaming her name, I knew there was trouble.
I started praying oh! Ms.Rowland must not give Nigeria a bad name, because if anything happens to her peren, na another stori be dat!For all you know USA may wage war on Nigeria!
But after pouring water,fanning her and using oxygen to revive her, she was revived! Halleluyah! one of the hosts(Kate) and some other guys formed a human fence around her, blocking the view of the audience, but as I dey front now, my eye shook well well!
4th Blunder: no strecher, no ambulance, a young able bodied man, had to carry her out of the stage.
so no ambulance, was there 1st aid kit there ?, were the organisers not envisaging any form of "accidents', I heard that an ambulance came eventually.
(imagine if there was a good hospital at every radius of Lagos and Nigeria for that matter?)
Thank God, Ms. Kelly didnot get any worse where will we have taken here to? General Hospital? The Federal Hospital in 1004 Flats that has been sold? or Reddinton hosptial on Idowu Martin in Victoria Island?

At that point, I was thinking the show will end but eventually Sasha came on stage. Her performance was fair.

The best performance for me was D-banj! yes, we love our own, that brother knows how to bring it on and keep it on!His performance was Hawt! from drums, to his dance(his steps remind me of Fela Anikulapokuti), his dancers, his back up singers, Don Jazzy,Kd form the trybe and a new artiste in Mo' Hits records,don't know his name but I know Cole is his surname.
Their performance was banging!! and colorful with the Nigerian cultural display of Calabar and Benue dancers.

Another artist that won my heart was John Legend, please that brother is good looking and fresh. He sang songs from his new album : lifted,stereo and we just don't care and ofcousre he sang "ordinary people", he was looking too fine, with he white tee shirt covered in sweat and playing his beautiful black grand piano. It was tres sexy. I could make love to that man on stage.

Rihanna - The ella ella crooner, listen to the naija version HERE, it is very nice.
She came in clad in a white beautiful gown, but i don't know why, she didnot have her performance spirit with her, she looked like someone hadddd just upset her, before she came on stage. She performed Umberella, Bobby marley song - "I wanna love you" , Unfaithful and Pon de replay".

P.diddy: Trust diddy effizi man, he came in with all bling bling. He had on a black tee shirt with Notorious BIG's picture on it. He held the crowd, it was a mutual attraction. He said that of all the audiences he had performed for outside America,the Nigerian audience is the best!
He didnot have a live band like the other artist, a DJ mixed the hits while he sang along.

I left at 12.45am, and Neyo was yet to perform, I couldnot wait to see the fine boy pink lips dude sing, but it is all good. I doubt Tuface, Mode 9 and Psquare ended singing this morning.
UB- 40, I heard they left during the event, they didnot perform, overheard someone saying that they left because their contract said they were to perform on Saturday not Sunday.
so they left. Pity, because I was really looking forward to seeing them perform.

Overall, the event was good but it could have been better, being that it was the 2nd, security was tight, food and drinks was expensive! a bottle of soda was sold at N500, X 5 of the original price, wetin? pictures coming soon, I didnot take enough,but I'll upload them as soon as possible.

High Heels... High Hell!

2007-07-09T07:22:00.000-07:00

Bata mi a dun ko, ko, ka!

Smart, sexy and stylish... Some of what extra inches give a lady, when she puts on her stilettos... but dare I say, I am one of those women high heels don't give high jinks!!! High heels are pretty, the different designs and color they come in are just alluring, flat shoes on the other hand are just plain boring beside highs (Picture cinderlla with all her magic, beside her two ugly step sisters) but why do they cause my heels, my thighs and calves so much pain? I used to be a tomboy, so sneakers and flats have always been appealing to me (and still are), until recently, when I started blooming into this fab chic. I decided to add some " (i.e. inches if you were wondering) to my heels, to get the feel to High action I have been missing. I start small, with a beautiful gold slipper of about 5cm, it was not so bad!

I could walk in it

I could walk briskly in it

I could think in it

I could think while walked in it.

I could smile in it.

I acquired more 5cm heels, for work mostly (block heels), as well as some for church and fun outings. So high heels were not such a big deal until... a girlfriend raised the bar on my behalf with a few more inches in a lovely pair of pink Ceseare Paciotti shoes she gave me as a gift. This gift made me High, and I admired them in mirror, practising how to walk in them around my house...and everywhere to be honest.I couldnt wait to launch them officially and finally a grand opening presented it self............. A Wedding!!!!!!!!!!
I made sure my outfit had a touch of pink to match my Pink Paciottis. I was so excited about the (my) prospects. On my way to the wedding, I wrapped my pink paciottis in its bag and just before I alighted from the cabbie, I put on my Pink Paciottis-What a feeling!

It felt oh so good...the heels were comfortable. I was on a major High, as the few extra inches added to my 5"8 frame. I walked carefully, like a lady not in my usual smaja soilder style trying to avoid slipping on the freshly polished floors. My teeth (and especially my pride are valuable you see..) I had to be extra careful skirting the ditches with grace and hopping daintily over drainage slabs so that my heels did not get caught up in one of the openings. In those heels, I had to think very quickly before I took a single step.

Fast forward >>> to 2weeks ago.

An Owambe party in the offing. I just had to purchase a pair of sliver sleek high sandals!!! Gorgeous wonders!
Owambe day. 9am in the morning, I am high in Sliver, smiling and *shimmering * bound to be a splendid day!!! 2pm: I am still parading myself in sleek sliver, walking briskly, squatting and dancing, not some Englishman 1, 2 step dance but serious bend your waist, shake your booty, get down kind of dance. I was boogying in sliver...until one hour later. Without much warning, my legs began to wobble.
Wetin do my leg? I don chop ke! I ignored it and continue the boogie, but soon I couldn't ignore it, I began to wobble too. Quick, quick! I hurried to the nearest a seat to rest my poor feet for a few minutes...Or maybe a little more than a few-20 minutes to be exact! I rose to continue the boogie but my wobbling legs refused.
Somebody- anybody should have warned me! I searched for rescue, my flip flops were not anywhere near, infact I forgot them at home! Who could possibly save me? Finally after wobbling round the hall a bit, I finally found rescue in a blessed woman sent from Heaven above who had an extra pair of slip ons. Next morning... I wake in up in absolutely painful (Peyn) Pain! From my waist down to my ankles, fire! But it always looked easy seeing Beyonce dem do it on TV, infact I saw Beyonce, boogy live on stage in some bad killer heels when she came to naija, last October and she did not feel any pain or show any form of pain, she was having fun! But see me, I could barely walk.

After this experience you will think, never again! Na lie! yesterday morning in church, I danced well during praise& worship, only for the wobbling to begin again, I sat down swiftly and jejely. High Heel cannot come and kobalize me in church. Over my sexy body. I did not stand up again until after service. At the end, I walked out majestically. The wobbling had ceased but I had to walk from the church to the car park (came in a friend's car), which was a good 7mins walk on a very (very) bad (naija style-bad) road. It was not funny o! My friends were having such fun at my expense, laughing as I walked like there were land mines on the street. I didn’t care too much about walking like a lady, I was more concerned about keeping my balance and making it in one piece to that car!!I succeeded and immediately changed into my slippers- BLISS!!

High heels are fashionable. But I still can't work- walk around them...and the pain they eventually cause me?? Well I have High hopes that one day, I shall get through my phobia for pain, chance the consequences and just look fashionable jare.... until then however, it's me and my small inches and flat shoes all the way- God bless the manufacturers!

proferb!

2007-07-03T04:14:00.000-07:00

wetin concern vulture with barber?

A season of Wole Soyinka

2007-07-02T01:48:00.000-07:00

In this beautiful month of July, Laspapi is honouring the nobel laurate, Wole Soyinka.

A Season of Wole Soyinka produced by laspapi in collaboration with the British Council/Nigeria & Terra Kulture will commence on Sunday the 1st of July 2007 and through every Sunday in July.

Sunday July 1- Who's Afraid of Wole Soyinka?- written by Wole Oguntokun

SundayJuly 8- The Lion and the Jewel- directed by Tunji Sotimirin

Sunday July 15- Death and the King's Horseman- directed by Segun AdefilaSunday

July 22- Camwood on the Leaves- directed by Lekan BalogunSunday

July 29- The Jero Plays (Trials of Brother Jero & Jero's Metamorphosis) directed by Wole Oguntokun

All plays will be at Terra Kulture, Tiamiyu Savage, Victoria Island and there will be two shows every Sunday at 3pm and 6pm.Tickets- N2000 each

Happy Birthday Mom.

2007-06-26T02:32:00.000-07:00

I call my mom, the miracle worker, because she works miracles with her heart, hands and prayers.I am grateful to God for her and ask that the lord continue to strengthen her and bless her, I know our bond will blossom.
Happy birthday mom, I love you.

Police palava

2007-06-22T06:01:00.000-07:00

I cannot emphasise this enough, I hate the Nigerian police passionately!

They are inefficient, incompetent, illiterate,impatient, lack manners and most of all just bone stupid!

My Experiences

Last year,

A friend and I, were in a cab coming from Ikeja and heading towards the Island,on Opebi link road, Oga police stopped us. The usual stuff, "what is in your boot?" Where is your driver's license" and other orisirisi, I didnot say a word,until the police brings his nose to the window and asks "Where are you coming from?" Please people what sort of question is that? and how am I supoose to answer? I could be coming from any where for goodness sake, so why this dumb question? I look at him and pretended not to have heard the question, and then he asks again.

I give him a stern stare and answer "Oga, how I go take answer that question, I could be coming from any where!"

"Madam, just answer the question"

"Home"

"Okay, please can you identify yourself"

I bring out my ID card from my bag and hand it over to him.

"Madam, you for talk since,oya dey go, dey go"

Recent experience

Colleague and I driving on Tejuosho avenue, by barracks. All of a sudden a young man dressed in some shabby black uniform jumps infront of the car(he could have been injuired by the car, had my colleague not slowed down) flashing some filthy indecipherable ID card. All I could see, after squinting my eyes, were fading letters some where below POLICE.

I really didnot want my colleague to stop, I wasn't convinced but he stopped all the same.

The twits rans towards the passenger side of the car (where I was seated) and shouts "Stop and search!"

I ask my colleague to pull the lever for the boot and stay in the car, while I got out to open the boot.

I ask the twit, "What exactly are you searching for?"

"Ammunition"

I smile to myself as he searches the boot, lifting up the spare tyre,smelling the extinguisher and doing all kinds of orisirisi.

I shut the boot, then another twit yells and points at my colleague's laptop bag "I must search that!" I point to the bag, to be sure that that what he referred to. My colleague picks the bag, opens it and displays the contents, then another points to my small carrier bag in car and asks "What is in that bag?" I snatch the bag from my seat and give it to him.

"Madam, take am easy now, no be fight"

"Me, fight ke?, shebi you wan serach am, serach now."

He barely looks at the bag and returns it to me.

"Madam, suffri suffri now,I am a married man."

I turn to him and ask "As this become a marriage issue, did you stop me because I am single?"

"Madam" another twit tries to calm me down, "Na our work we dey do?"

Then another(they are five in number) asks for the particulars of the car.

My colleague hands it over to them.

The officer stares at it for a long while and asks "Which local government did you get this papers from?"

"Wetin be the problem?"

"There suppose be LGA code for there but e no dey"

He points to the small inscription at the bottom of the paper.

Anyways, not to bore you guys any more, Oga police went on and on over all what not,

then the conversation degenerated into, "If I go club, I go pick this kain babe?"(I was the babe, they were referring to)
I was furious at this point and my colleague had to step in and talked to them and eventually after delaying us for an hour, they let me and my colleage go.

But I made sure I didnot drop a dime or let some gun waving idiot intimidate me but I really most say I was lucky because many who have done less than I have end up dead.

Me and the police are like Oil and water we don't mix!

When dealing with the Nigerian police, please be very careful.

God save our force!

I didnot know they had a website, check HERE

*Orisirisi - yoruba word: meaning: different kinds of things.

Church!

2007-06-16T09:59:00.000-07:00

Alot of drama happens in the church
and this shaggy's video's tells it all,

I like the dutty wine part,lawl.

Enjoy!

for those of you, who can't catch partua(is that correct)
read the lyrics and sing along.

Intro: Shaggy
If you take this to serious, then you really need some church!!!

Chorus:
Dem feel seh true them go a church their sins don't need forgiving, forgiving
Dem really gone from bad to worse With dem yah careless living, living

Verse1: Shaggy
Mi a bwoy nah go church from how long
Rather sleep through di mornin and put on a slam
But mi woman she a pressure mi fi go confession
So mi decide fi go fi kill di conversation
So mi siddung right beside Sister Pam
Who a tell mi everyting bout di congregation
Bout Sister Paulette and har gay husband
And she still a sleep wid di mini bus man
Sister Gwen claim she a christian
Bout a last night dem catch har inna Stone Love session
She a do di dutty dance to di Matterhorn song
And a so she get di ting dem from Baby Cham

Chorus:
Dem feel seh true them go a church their sins don't need forgiving, forgiving
Dem really gone from bad to worse With dem yah careless living, living

Verse 2: Shaggy
She all a tell mi bout di one deacon
Who a drive di big benz and weh him get money from
Dat's why nobody nuh waan give nuh collection
Now see di church roof a leak and weh him really deh pon
Every sunday is a competition
Mi see nuff a dem a gwaan like dem inna name brand
Dat di sitten weh she wear come outta some trunk bottom
Wid di cam fro bashell dat a nuh new fashion
Then she proceed to talk bout di man
Dem only come a service fi look church woman
And to full up di gal dem talk bout religion
But they couldn't seh nuttin becau mi know mi a one

Chorus:
Dem feel seh true them go a church their sins don't need forgiving, forgiving
Dem really gone from bad to worse With dem yah careless living, living

Bridge: Shaggy
Next sunday nah miss mi (AMEN!!!)
Soap opera caan sweet so (AMEN!!!)
Don't site mi pon yuh sista (AMEN!!!)
Haffi secure mi walk thru di pearly gates
Next sunday nah miss mi (AMEN!!!)
Soap opera caan sweet so (AMEN!!!)
Don't site mi pon yuh sista (AMEN!!!)
Haffi secure mi walk thru di pearly gates

when love isn't enough

2007-06-14T05:10:00.000-07:00

Can we get your mind over the matter?
Lets clear your mind of the clutter,

Sit down,
Talk to me,
Look at me,
What is it?
Say it all,
I am listening.

its more than your work,
I know its another woman,
I won't bother to ask,
If she is fairer?
If her bosom made of gold?
I don't want to know.

Is she the reason,
You my lover
have suddenly become cold?
Grave cold.

Look at me,
Listen,
Don't let your eyes flutter,
Who is this Jolene?
That has turned your heart and eyes from me,
Where did I miss it?
Was it something I said?
Was it something I did?
or the things I left unsaid?

No, never!
I will not strip on the streets,
or exchange vile words with another,
To win back your heart,
or prove my love,
I know my worth,

Summon reason,
Think deeply,
And burn your lustful pangs of hunger,
Before you stray further,
let me warn you,
I'm not like the father of the prodigal,
Waiting and hoping,
Crying and praying,

I'll be long gone before
your return,
Too far away to hear your pleading call,
I would have given up on you; on us,
And moved on,
knowing fully well,
sometimes love is not enough.

Its raining

2007-06-11T09:57:00.001-07:00

It has been raining Elephants and Lions in Lagos, for the past one week.
Whenever it rains,all I can think about is Rihanna's song, It is just the Umbrella part I remember.

Enjoy!

7

2007-06-06T03:28:00.000-07:00

7! 7! 7! is a number, Oluwashina!
This is a line from the very famous song of Sir Shina Peters, a Nigerian artiste.
The song was popular in the early 90's.

Anyway, that aside I have been tagged by Unnaked.
Actually he says 8 things but I wanna do 7.

7 things about Omohemi

1. I am left handed,I am working at being ambidextruous

2. I love everything about Tyler Perry, his story, his films, his book, his looks.
I hope to meet him one day, soon.

3. I donot like snails, I donot eat snails.

4. I am stubborn and sensitive, I can't explain it.

5.I cannot ride a bicycle.

6. I love the beach,It is tranquil sanctuary for me.

7.I like palmwine.

E go better!

2007-06-05T00:47:00.000-07:00

Everyday I hear that word "E go better" but I donot have any hope in it any more, how long do I have to wait before e go better?
presently there is fuel scarcity,before fuel scarcity, there was fuel price increase and we all know what that means, the prices of everything including matches increases!
Transport fares doubles sometimes triple sef!

There is no light,in my house we can't pump water because PHCN no gree give us elecricity,so no water too! How can we carry on like this,how can we keep smiling and patting ourselves in the back and saying E go beta!. Asuu is on strike,some other unions are planning to go on strike soon. The BRT lane in Lagos is just creating more traffic! How can a BRT lane work on our already small roads and other forms of transport are not in place to ease the road traffic?

It is just annoying and honestly fustrating, I wan know when e go better o! because I cannot wait another X years. How long do I have to wait before E GO BETTER?

I can't find him.

2007-06-04T02:14:00.000-07:00

My dark and handsome,
Able companinon,
He could sing to me in different tunes, different genres,
He had all the names and numbers of all my friends, family and colleagues.
He had all the birthday of all my friends and family,
He had everything I have ever needed in a phone.
I was just about to upgrade him when, last friday I searched my bag frantically and couldn't find him.

Have you seen him?

Has anybody seen him?

Ying Yang

2007-06-01T10:24:00.000-07:00

I fell in love with the Ying Yang twins when I heard their whisper song,beautiful song.
This particular song, Dangerous, has been playing in my head all week, I love the acoustics of the guitar and the touch of Wyclef in it.
Enjoy.

Rejoinder

2007-05-31T06:40:00.000-07:00

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

2007-05-30T09:54:00.000-07:00

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

2007-05-29T07:49:00.000-07:00

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

2007-05-28T06:22:00.000-07:00

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!

2007-05-26T17:18:00.000-07:00

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

2007-05-21T10:31:00.000-07:00

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

2007-05-20T06:43:00.000-07:00

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

2007-05-16T11:59:00.000-07:00

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.

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

2007-05-12T08:41:00.000-07:00

My country always on my mind.

Cater to you

2007-05-08T07:46:00.000-07:00

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

2007-05-07T03:51:00.000-07:00

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

2007-05-06T05:57:00.000-07:00

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

2007-05-03T06:44:00.000-07:00

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.

glad

2007-04-27T04:15:00.001-07:00

I feel like poetry this morning,I feel like music, I feel like love,sunshine despite the rain.
I don't know whats wrong with me I just feel high. I have not being paid a large some of money,I have not fallen in love,or bought something new and no I have not been smoking pot,I am just glad. Glad in my heart,glad in my soul despite all the madness and filth, I feel great. I feel like I can rule the world. I feel all warm and happy.
Everything in my life is not perfect and I know it will never be, nothing is meant to be perfect except God, but I am joyful and grateful for all I have good and bad,I could have had it worse but here I am strong and moving on. I am glad am alive and happy.

I wrote this poem a few days ago,I don't have a title for it but just tell me what you think.
It was just something from my imagination, I was watching MTV when writing it.
Here it is.

My feeble feet are weary from dancing,
All of a sudden the acoustic rhythm is annoying,
Even the samba drum has lost its appeal,
The music is no longer real to me,
I feel claustrophobic in this hall,
I see only shadows, the images are slowly fading.

No, lover, don't change the pace,
Fast or slow,
To me, all is the same.
Stop the pantomine!
Aren't you listening to me?
Lover, I don't feel like dancing anymore,
My waist is tired and my heels are sore,
The music has stopped,
No, nothing or you can turn it back on,
I have lost my passion, I have lost my shame,
No lover, don't change the number,
The music has stopped,
I just want to leave the hall.
to me all is the same.

Adventures of a Lagos commuter 2

2007-04-23T11:04:00.000-07:00

On my way home from work one evening, I boarded a danfo bus,we were just 5 minutes into the journey when the youngman sitting beside me yelled "iso re, oti ba furo mi je!" (transl: a nail, a nail is up in my bottom)
I couldn't help it,I burst into laughter. He turns to me and says "Aunty mi o sere o!e fi owo si ori seat naa ke wo iso naa"(Transl: Aunty am not joking, please feel the seat for the nail), I try to stiffle my laughter and feel the nail, spreading my palm over the seat,I feel the 2" nail on the seat. I confirm to other laughing commuters"Iso wa nibe ni toto"(Transl: there is really a nail there).

" E pele" (transl: sorry),I greet the young man, who carefully sits back on the seat. He is in pain and declares to the conductor,"I am not paying anything!" The foolish conductor,complicates the issue and answers " aah,aah oga, ko si iso be lati aro"(Transl: there was no nail on that seat since morning!") everyone burst into laughter again,the youngman became furious "Kilo mean?" (transl: what do you mean?) "se idi mi ni iso ti jade ni?"(did the nail come out of my bottom?).

Everyone at the bus, started scolding and insulting the conductor,the conductor later apologised to the young man,"e ma binu sugbon ema lati san owo"(transl: please donot be angry,but you'll have to pay). "lai lai" (never) "se nitoripe idi mi oti bere si se eje" (is it because my buttom hasn't started bleeding") at this point, the driver had to intervene, he asked the young man not to pay.

The conductor started grumbling,but didnot utter a word to the man.

"olosi,fe gba owo,50 naira ko ran idi ka nipe iso ti ba furo mi je" he hissed ( foolish man, wants to collect money, what if the nail had ruined my bottom will 50 naira repair it! (50 was the bus fare). Eventually, the bus became quiet and we continued our journey peacefully.

lazy

2007-04-23T01:05:00.000-07:00

This was sent to me by email this morning. I am busy and too lazy to write now,will put up a proper post later in the day.

AM THANKFUL: FOR THE WIFEWHO SAYS IT'S HOT DOGS FOR DINNER TONIGHT,BECAUSE SHE IS HOME WITH ME, AND NOT OUT WITH SOMEONE ELSE.

FOR THE HUSBANDWHO IS ON THE SOFABEING A COUCH POTATO,BECAUSE HE IS
HOME WITH MEAND NOT OUT AT THE BARS.
FOR THE TEENAGER WHO IS COMPLAINING ABOUT DOING DISHESBECAUSE IT MEANS SHE IS AT HOME,NOT ON THE STREETS.
FOR THE TAXES I PAY BECAUSE IT MEANSI AM EMPLOYED .
FOR THE MESS TO CLEAN AFTER A PARTY BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE BEEN SURROUNDED BY FRIENDS.
FOR THE CLOTHES THAT FIT A LITTLE TOO SNUG BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE ENOUGH TO EAT.

FOR MY SHADOW THAT WATCHES ME WORK BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM OUT IN THE SUNSHINE

FOR A LAWN THAT NEEDS MOWING,WINDOWS THAT NEED CLEANING,AND GUTTERS THAT NEED FIXING BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE A HOME .
FOR ALL THE COMPLAININGI HEAR ABOUT THE GOVERNMENT BECAUSE IT MEANS WE HAVE FREEDOM OF SPEECH..
FOR THE PARKING SPOT I FIND AT THE FAR END OF THE PARKING LOT BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM CAPABLE OF WALKINGAND I HAVE BEEN BLESSED WITH TRANSPORTATION .
FOR MY HUGE HEATING BILL BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM WARM.

FOR THE LADY BEHIND ME IN CHURCH WHO SINGS OFF KEY BECAUSE IT MEANS I CAN HEAR.

FOR THE PILE OF LAUNDRY AND IRONING BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE CLOTHES TO WEAR.
FOR WEARINESS AND ACHING MUSCLES AT THE END OF THE DAY BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE BEEN CAPABLE OF WORKING HARD.

FOR THE ALARM THAT GOES OFFIN THE EARLY MORNING HOURS BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM ALIVE.

AND FINALLY, FOR TOO MUCH-EMAIL
BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVEFRIENDS WHO ARE THINKING OF ME.
Live well, Laugh often, & Love with all of your heart! Life is beautiful. Life is good. Life is rewarding... So, Live it today

I no do

2007-04-19T11:39:00.000-07:00

I no do o!

I say I no do,
Wahala wa nibe ni?
Abi?
Leave me!

The flashy car,
The fresh smelling mint,
The clean cut suit,
The fineboy look,
They are very tempting
But not enough to draw me to you,
You say I am a fool,
Many will die to be in my shoes,
So why do you still want me,
Abi ara adugbo e gbami!

Go and mother the chicks that want you,
I choose to remain a fool
Than be with you,
Shine shine bobo,
No substance,
So your daddy is the last king of scotland,
Unfortunately he didn't tell you
There's more to being a man,
Than your oversized wand,

I can't teach you,
I can't please you,
I don't want to be your flunkey,
Let be me in peace,
Abi?
I say I no do!
Move on to those that will have you,
Wahala wa nibe ni?
I no do!

Memories about me

2007-04-16T10:58:00.000-07:00

Memories from my childhood.

I remember watching "Nightmare on Elm street"Part 4, I couldn't eat the afternnoon I watched it,the stew on my food looked like blood and at night I had horrible dreams about freddie.

I remember watching a film that had alot of break dance in it and practising the moves in my room. (in my head I can still do it,but the moves? get real!)

I remember listening to alot of music, from country to afrojuju
( I still love SSP, KSA, Lionel Richie &Micheal Jackson)

I remember composing and singing songs in the bathroom, I really wanted to be a musician. I remember telling my mom, the expression on her face was like "NEVER!"
(imagine, I would have been Nigeria's Carrie Underwood! by the way I still sing in my bathroom though)

I remember watching a film in my neighbour's house and then my mom came in during the love making scene.
(When I returned home she beat me silly)

I remember slapping my sister so hard,my finger made marks on her chubby cheeks, I remember mom scolding me and I kept insisting, it was a mistake.
(Gosh,i was just a bad bully)

I remember throwing down my uncle's tapes from our high rise balcony and helping him search for it when he returned in the evening.

I remember looking at the lagoon from my window view and wishing I could fish with the fishermen and sleep in their canoes.

I remember how mom tried to get me to eat snails, she spiced and fried them, but I just never like it. (still don't!)

I remember my mom mixing gin with our tea, on cold rainy mornings,I remember the warm tingling feeling in my chest. I remember my yellow popeye raincoat.

I remember reciting the memory verses that my sunday school teacher taught me in front of the church, I remember learning some more from the Doughnut man series.
(All the verses are still in my head)

I remember the big bucket of Icecream my mom used to buy for festive seasons and birthday parties,I remember stealing cakes with lots of icing, it gave me a bad tummy ache at night,I was just crying but couldnot confess.

I remember my mom teaching me fractions with biscuits and match sticks, I remember when she tried to explain a sum, 1 and a half plus 1 and the half, I answered confidently, 2 and 2 halfs(lol,olodo like me!)

I remember my first blood test,I was terribly trembling as blood spilled on my uniform, I screamed as loud as my lungs will allow me. (I still hate needles,bloodtest, hospitals,drugs!)

I remember my 1st radio advert, I never got tried of listening to it over and over,I dubbed it for my friends. I remember going for the recordings of tales by moonlight with Aunty Nkem of NTA (Any one know where she is?)

I remember so many things about me, some memories are bleak,others vivid. I thank God, I have all these memories to keep.

2 more days

2007-04-12T11:00:00.000-07:00

2 more days to election, I have not made up my mind who I will vote for,
But I will. I hope I know where my voters' card is.

I going to be at work 2 morrow despite the hoilday.

Ajepako

2007-04-10T06:36:00.000-07:00

Check fo my easter weekend update below this post.

Had a conversation with a friend over the holiday over ajebutter and aje paki,and then I saw this email that was sent to me sometime ago by a friend.

Ajebota vs Ajepaki

AJE BUTTER VERSUS AJE PAKI (CASSAVA).
> There was this guy I met whose name is Musibau. He claims to be an
> AJEBOTA, but after opening his eyes to some things, I realised him na
> AJEPAKI
> If you step on a nail and bleed, you might be 'Bota,
> If you step on nail and bend it, you're 'paki!
> If you see the words Madam, Sir or Esq after your folks name on an
> envelope, you might be an Ajebota
> But if people refer to your folks as either Mama-Bebi, Mama- Chukwudi,
or Baa Lamidi, you are NOT ajebota!
> If you have your home periodically fumigated with scentless pest
> repellents so it's virtually roach and termite free you might be an
> Ajebota.
> But if you aim with either your Cortina shoe or Scoll and can nail a
> flying cockroach to the wall, you're an Ajepaki.
> If your folks carry wallets and purses, you're possibly an Ajebota.
> But if your mom reaches into her bra to get money in the glaring eyes of
> the public, your paki is level 5!
> If, you have a bore hole installed in your compound for year-round water supply, you might be an Ajebota,
> But either you have a "kanga" (irrigation system), or, the middle of your
> head is hairless due to having logged on 65,000 mile from hauling pails of water, you're an Ajepaki!
> If, after using the bathroom, you have an assorted barrage of scented
> toilet tissuses to choose from, you just might be an Ajebota,
> But if you use water to "tamba" yaself, or you use the box of St. Louis
> sugar or the walls of your Shalanga to clean you shit, my
>brother.........
> you're an Ajepaki !
> If you brush, rinse, gargle and floss, you just might be an Ajebota
> But if, after chewing your pako, you can spit the pako-paste 40 yards,
> your Pakiness is considered level 10 !
> If you had underwear that had the elastic bands at the waistline, you
> could be an ajebota,
> But if your underwear looked like the flag of Ghana and had a
>drawstring,
> (also known as Pata Ewekoro or Majidun) you're DEFINITELY 'Jepaki' !
> If you happened to have wandered into a neighborhood during Ileya and got
> > > amazed by the fact that people found ram-fight amusing, you might be an
> ajeota,
> But if you took the ram to fight after feeding it "igbo" you're definitely
> > > ajepaki !
> If your home has sophisticatated theft deterrent systems like
> barbed-wires, dogs, a camera and an alarm systems, you might be an Ajebota.
> But if people are scared to scale your fence because of widely spread
> rumors of your folks having installed a "SHIGIDI" (whatever that is),
> you're an Ajepaki !
> If you went to a hair salon in naija to get your hair done, you just
>might be an Ajebota,
> But if you and your "onidiri" sit for six hours on an Apoti under a tree
> while she did your hair, you're paki !

> So my brother and sister, which won you be??

Me,I fall inbetween hehehe.

How was your easter hoilday?

2007-04-10T02:53:00.000-07:00

Hi People,
How was your easter hoilday?
Mine was good, will give you the lowdown in my next update later today.

Easter weekend

2007-04-10T01:49:00.000-07:00

Pix: The dress

Brief roundoff of my easter weekend

Friday
Tasks: shop for a dress&make my hair
Events: Birthday dinner party.

Woke up late: 7.30am
Took a quick bath& skipped breakfast,rushed out of my house and hit the road.
Thankfully the traffic was light,so I got to the office(yes office) under an hour. Sorted out a few things and was out of the building in time to make my hair appiontment,but alas my hair stylist was late. I had to chill at a friend's place for an hour before she she shows up.
Finally she shows up and made my hair into pretty Ghana weave, style: side shuku),this lasted for 3 hours.

Yes, the dress,I haven't bought the dress for the evening. I have never shopped that quickly in my entire life,I bought a brown gown and some jewellery in 25 mins.
It was 5.45pm, I rush back to my friends place,take a quick shower and dress up.
I am ready at 6.15pm on the dot. We (my friends and I) arrive at the serene chinese restaurant 1omins late.
The party was fun, fun, fun all the way,thankfully there was no dancing (I had on some serious high heels).
A young loser that had been tormenting me with his proposal,showed up with fiancee at party. Unfortunately I know his chick,(Didnot know she was his fiancee until celebrant introduced them). The loser was all panicky not very comfortable,I understood his pain but I did not give a damn, I had no feelings or anything for the loser so why was he tripping(somebody say guilty conscience),anyway he leaves abruptly 10minutes into the party. I couldn't help smiling.
Later into the evening everyone starts to get comfy and introduce themselves,their professions and all, and then the thing took a different swing when some one suddenly asks me "Are you a virgin?" Without blinking I answer truthfully "Yes!" . Omo, see lecture and questions wey I receive,chei,I for answer personal abi! ( it must have been too much martinee,getting into me and forcing my tongue to tell the truth).
Someone even asked me " Are you a lesbian?" shio! I answered all questions but strangely unlike the former me,I wasn't embarrassed. I mean why should I be?
Is it a curse to be a virgin? Yeah, someone told me at the party"Guys don' like virgins you have to teach them everything!" eventually they left me off the hook,phew!
But the whole evening was nothing short of fun and pure laughter.

Saturday
My beauty sleep was cut short by a phonecall from my boss.
Something had gone wrong,and Omohemi had to fix it.
I rushed over to her place and fixed it temporarily, was supposed to attend a premeire of a film at 7pm,but decided against when my IV had not arrived at 3pm.
Enjoyed the rest of evening with my mom,watching tv,gisting and finally catching up on my beauty sleep.

Sunday
I WENT TO CHURCH! You don't know how much this means to me,I haven't been to church in ages. I was blessed.

Later in evening
I attended another church programme, Dance drama titled: The day death died. It was a lot of fun, young people displaying their God given talent and strength. I couldn't stay till the end,It was getting late and my home was far from the place.

Monday.
Home,doing nothing,PHCN aka NEPA,made it boring. My family had decided to leave out the loud sound of our generator for the holyday,so no Tv, except for like 25mins when NEPA had mercy.
I washed my clothes,then slept,then cleaned my room,read,chatted with mom and my brother,slept, called my sis,who was at my granma's place to cheer her up a little more. Slept.
In all I think it was a good weekend.

Check out the other view of the dress and hair HERE

I lost a sister,her friend.

2007-04-04T01:18:00.000-07:00

On my way home from work yesterday, my sister called, she was sobbing, I couldn't hear a thing,so I prayed her be still but couldn't comprehend.
My sis, is very mischievous you see,but I knew this was no prank,it was April 3rd and she had already pulled her April fool stunt on me;So I asked her to be calm,dropped the phone and called her back after a few minutes. She is still sobbing,but now I could hear the words,her ex-school buddy was dead.
Dead? Her childhood friend of 12 years. At first she thought it was a joke,when she was told on sunday then she was called again yesterday. I couldn't torture her with the "wh" questons, I just consoled her the best way I could and had my mom speak to her again,when I got home.

MY Sister's friend.
She was slim,crazy&fun,but was born with a hole in her heart; she couldn't do too much work because of this,but she was fun. I have never met one so young that lived her life without restrain and so much fun.

We lived in the same neighbourhood,she and my sis attended the same secondary school, for a long time they were inseperable.

I remember

When she hid her "bad" report card in my sister's cupboard,mom found it and took it straight to her place.

I remember
When my sis was ill for 2 weeks and couldn't go to school,her friend had told everyone in school my sister had travelled. She came home the evening before my sister was to resume school, to plan her "return". I laughed as I watched them plan,luckily my brother just sent stuff from"jand"(London),so it all worked well with the plan.They went shopping in supermarket that evening for different types of chocolate and candies.

I remember
The funny games they told me they played on their way back from school.

I remember
Her shivering into our house,she had malaria and her mom wasn't home,mum had to treat her,she slept in our house till her mom returned.

I remember
Overhearing,she and sis,scheming to go for a party immadiately after school.

I remember
As they put themselves in trouble and bailed eachother out,if they were stuck,I came to the rescue.

I remember
When she fainted at the carnival,I thought that was "it". I was mad with joy when she woke up smiling.

I remember
As mom,scolded her and sis,over their studies.

I remember it all,the memories are vivid.

She slumped.

I can't believe she's gone,why didn't she go for an operation?
If her parents had said something,we would have raised money,in school,in church,in the estate.
We would have done something.
I'm hurt,I'm sorry if I just sound... hurt.
I don't blame anyone it is too late now,
So what if she had done the operation and was hit by a car,
Died in her sleep,no more what ifs.
She's gone it is hard to accept it but it is true.
I know you are at peace,where you are.
Thank God for the memories we shared.
I know you'll rest in peace,know this too, I LOVE YOU and I'll miss you like you,crazy.

In the papers

2007-04-02T04:38:00.000-07:00

I read in the papers on saturday,about a woman that was burnt to death in Gombe state,northern part of Nigeria.
She was supervising some students who were writing Islamic studies exam,she caught one of them sneaking in the Quran and seized it. The students beat her up and eventually killed her because, she "disrepected" the Quran!. I was really sad after reading the story,where did all that come from? They are secondary students for goodness sake? What went wrong?
What happened to the school authorities? What is the Gombe state government planning to do?

Just thinking of what I read in the news.

Adventures of a lagos commuter 1

2007-04-02T03:02:00.000-07:00

I promised to share my commuting experiences, in this POST about commuting in Lagos.

I've had many so I'll share the most memorable.

Memorable Molue experience
On my way to GCE centre,which was very far from my house, the car broke down.
We(myself&the driver)had no option but to take public transport. I had only my lunch money with me,the driver had little money on him,so we opted for the cheapest means of transport the Molue.

The molues donot wait for passengers,you have to run and jump in,after two failed attempts at chasing after a molue and not getting in, I started sobbing like a baby, I was going to be late for my exam and I couldn't even get on the damn bus that old women were jumping in,without any fuss. Uncle John(my dad's driver) consoled me and taught me how to "jump in".
He said once I got rid of the fear of falling and reached for his hand or the conductor,I will get in.
Successfully,at the 3rd attempt I did.
In the bus,I remember a middle age man selling drugs and coughing very hard, he displayed drugs of different colors for all kinds of ailments. I remember wondering why he couldn't get a color for his cough.
I got to my centre late,but was allowed in to write the exam.
On our way back, we took another Molue,it was around 7pm and there was a heavy traffic jam.
Sitting behind me were 2 calabar women,chattering away in their native dialect.
Eventually the traffic stood still,even I, who was sitted by window couldnot feel the breeze but to make matters worse in the bus someone farted.
The kind of fart,that quietly hovers around in pungent pride.
Suddenly silence fell upon the bus,one of the calabar woman behind me annouced "wetin the smrell"( in heavy calabar accent), "ehen" someone answers from the front of the bus,"I don dey smell am since", the calabar woman responds "dey pessin for excuse,comot, go mess, den come back,aah,aah!". Passengers started hissing,swearing and fanning themselves.
In mist of all the chaos,the traffic started moving but unfortunately the bus would not start.
Everyone directed their anger towards the driver,"Foolish man!" the calabar woman started,"maybe na him mess sef!" "Oloshi" transl: foolish man, "when you know sey your moto no good why you con off am?" "Wicked man"
"Wey in conductor sef?", the 2 conductors had gotten off the bus and joined the crowd of people trekking. It was until I got home and was recounting the story,that I started laughing.

Will share my memorable danfodrama and Okada ride soon.

A Review

2007-03-27T08:57:00.000-07:00

Over the weekend, precisely sunday the 25th,I was at the Muson Centre, to watch Laspapi's play,titled anatomy of a woman, dedicated to a special lady,"In whose mind he has walked".

With Jola's encouragement,I am writing this review.
The play lasted for an hour, very funny and precise.

Review of Anatomy of a Woman written and directed by Wole Oguntokun which debuted on Sunday March 25, 2007 at the Muson Centre,Onikan, Lagos.

Introduction
Pre-show entertainment consisted of Ayokunmi Orobiyi who serenaded the audience with her melodious voice, my favorite of all the four songs she sang before the group Nefretti joined her was "Ogorogoro se ki sa!". Nefretti accompanied her on stage, with their "shekere" and sang very well too. I don't know if was the plan of the organisers but the pre-show entertainment went on for too long they sang like eight or nine songs in all.

When it was time for the play to start, the audience was taken by surprise when a young lady seated in audience just screamed all of a sudden, a security man walked in and the lady explains that the young man sitting beside her was trying to "touch" her, the young man quietly leaves the auditorium. The security man asks if she is okay, she responds that she is fine ( at that point, the audience realises it is part of the play) she wonders aloud, "What if he bought me a ticket on put me on a plane to London?" What will he do?

Plot
The play consisted of five main characters - Bolatito – the protagonist is a young modern working woman, pretty, smart, well read and soft spoken.
Aunty Jebe (m y favorite character) is Bolatito's aunt, a middle aged woman, spectacled, sarcastic and funny.
Mohammed is Bolatito's ex-boyfriend, well read, speaks well but jobless, rough looking, always carrying a school bag.
James is Bolatito's friend,who is in love with her. The Boss/Chief is Bolatito's boss, he is not the typical pot bellied type, he is Yoruba, rich and cannot speak English properly.

The play is centred on Bolatito, who lives alone in her well furnished apartment.
She is faced with the challenge almost every young working woman has - Finding the right man? The three men at her disposal, are not good enough for her.

James is a good looking young man who is in love with Bolatito and assumes Bolatito is in love with him too, simply because they often hang out together. He proposes to her all of a sudden, Bola refuses the proposal and she is angry at his assumption, asking James why he did not find out from her if she was in love with him and if she was ready to give up everything and follow him.

Mohammed her ex, is a lazy man, with many words but no job, and no prospects of finding one. He left Bola, eleven months ago, to tour the country - no letters, email or texts and all of a sudden he shows up at her door - expecting to pick up from where they left off.

The Boss: aka Chief, adores Bolatito and wants to take care of her. He is a divorcée with kids. He is gives Bolatito a well-furnished apartment and a car with the hope that she will respond with love.

Aunty Jebe wants to marry of her niece to the highest bidder. She warns Bolatito that there is no such thing as a perfect man, she prefers the Chief, likes James and detests Mohammed, who she calls a stray who Bolatito is trying to help till he can find his feet.
The acting was superb and seamless. It is important to point out that all except Stella are professional stage actors. ( This my first time seeing her on stage, she was great!)

The storyline was simple and short. I feel it should have been named, Anatomy of a Modern Young Woman because it did not define all the underlying issues for the Nigerian woman.

Costumes
Aunty Jebe's costumes were the best - glasses, gele, funny-shaped gown and slippers.

Mohammed's costumes were also good - unkempt afro,corduroy pants,tee shirt,school bag.

Chief's costumes were also good and I particularly loved the damask shokoto and buba he had on at the end of the play.

James' costumes were just okay, but I didnot like the fact that he had to repeat costumes (although he had only two scenes) he should have changed into something sleek, a really nice suit not necessarily a three-piece. In addition, his hair was unkempt and he looked like a Deeper -Life- brother just getting into the groove. He looked too uptight.

Stella's costumes were good, but there was a scene where she wore jeans to work, though with a suit. I did not really feel it.

Highlights
The scene where Bolatito returns from the date with her boss, holding her shoes in her hands. She turns to crowd and asks - What does a woman really want?
Rhetorically asking why nobody ever asks what a woman wantsrather than making assumptions for the woman.
In the words of her mother, she describes the woman as a tiger, saying 'IT IS THE ENIGMA OF THE TIGER THAT SAVES THE TIGER "
In the last scene, when chief sees Bolatito and James together just returning from an outing, he is upset and he, Mohammed and James get into a fight with Aunty Jebe trying to settle it all. Suddenly, they all appear frozen on-stage and Bolatito has a chance to assess the men in her life and analyzes why she cannot marry any of them.

Mohammed: They might be happy for a few years in name of love but he is lazy, and after a few years when he has still found no job (with the lame excuse of not wanting to be treated anyhow by any employer), he will spend all of Bolatito's money demanding for new electronics and all, and when she decides to further her education, he will complain and say it is waste of resources.

James: A good guy too, but he will not want for her to "progress" at work, asking her to decline all promotions that will increase her salary and make her earn more than her man.

The Boss: Yes, he has all the money, but will not want her to work or have any business of her own until she has like four or five kids for him.

In the end, she analyzes all her suitors and decides that none of them is good enough for her.

Overall, the play was good, addressing the issues, most modern young women face today. There are the issues of identity, being who she wants to be and pressure to fit in to what the society and her family expects her to be. This is deeply resonated in the play as Bolatito expresses that all a woman wants is the right to be what she wants to be.

NB: I met the Ibru sisters

Help Ene

2007-03-23T08:54:00.000-07:00

Please help Ene,She has a hole in her heart,please do whatever you can,donate or share the link,check Boor's space for details.

Madness

2007-03-23T06:44:00.000-07:00

I received a slideshow today, please check Here

Been busy

2007-03-22T10:43:00.000-07:00

I have been busy,
At work and in my mind.
I have been worried.
I have been angry.
I have been sad.

I guess it just one of those things that happens
to a young lady.

Can anyone teach me how not to
wear my heart on my skin?
Thank God for family.

I wish I could fly away for a holiday,
With no noise,work or worries.
But in mean time what do I do?

There's not enough time for me.
I fall asleep but my mind stays awake.
My body is constantly aching,
My thoughts and writings are incoherent.

Nobody knows,
I just smile,laugh and solve everybody's problem,
But I am strained.
No, its not man problem,I'm single and fine.

Can I help myself or do I seek help?
Can any one help me? shut up Omohemi,
Don't worry you'll be fine, it is just a matter of time.

Not a poem, apologises for the disjointedness, just how am feeling presently.
Will put up a proper post soon.

Happy Mothers Day

2007-03-18T05:45:00.000-07:00

Happy mothers day to mothers all across the globe.

How can we effect change?

2007-03-17T11:18:00.000-07:00

Everyday, I hear almost every Nigerian complain about Nigeria. Oh! the economy is horrible,oh! the educational system is terrible, damn the traffic is horrendous, blah,blah,blah.

But what are we going to do change it?
Are we just going to wait for the government?

But do we need the government to tell us not to drive on one way roads?
Do we need the government to tell us, to stop writing exams for our 9&10 year olds,writing entrance exams?
Do we need the government to tell us form queues and stick with queues at bus stations,filing stations or wherever?

Do we need the government to tell us not to molest,muliate a child?
Do we need the government to tell us that mixing cassava, sugar & flour and selling it as baby food is wrong?
Has the government stolen our conscience?

What am I going to tell my children,10-15 years from now,when they ask me what did I do for my country?
I know Nigeria sucks, I know Nigeria has failed all of us,I know many times,some of has tried and tried but just keep hitting brick walls. But do we just lay down and die?
Do we watch our country crumble before us? Do we all keep absconding?

Do we make the heroes that stand up, speak and act, die like victims?
Do you want to continue to be referred to as less just because your passport is green?

How can we effect change?
It is by starting from our little spheres of life. Our families(Most importantly),our neighbourhood and place of work.
The society has lost its value because the family has lost its too.
Do we pay attention to our children? What do we tell them? What do we teach them?
Who are their friends? Do pay attention to their school work? I know every child need the basic necessities but does money equate affection?

What of the church? Where pastors burn their church members? read story HERE
What is preached in churches today?

Mr. Minister,oga patapata,Senator Olabiwonu,what are you doing?
Are you just embellzzing money and patching every thing? Do you know what goes around comes around?

Everyone's little effort is required, from the customer care officer who is rude to every customer, to you jumping queue because you are "sharp", to the driverwho hits a little child and just zooms off.
To you who is in faraway land making no plans to return or putting something back.
If the citizens of that country didnot fix theirs can you dwell there?

I know in every society there are bad eggs,are we all bad eggs?
I know our law and enforcements sucks, but how can we help ourselves?

In our own little way, how can we effect change for our country, Nigeria?

Random Gist

2007-03-13T01:31:00.000-07:00

Have you seen this logo? Check Uzo's blog.
For the hot chicks and hottest bloke.
Don't forget to check comment section it is getting hot in here.

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PHCN aka NEPA has become a pain in my everywhere, my ass, my neck, my head,my home, my office, my rumpled shirts, just name it everywhere.

It is either there is no power supply at all or the current is absurd,or the light keeps doing a disappearing act every 15 minutes.

So everyone is buying I-better- pass- my - neighbour(Generator),so there is more fumes all over the place plus that of the burning refuse,black smoke from a ratlling truck,white smoke from a flying okada,plus noise that can make an insane man mad.

So week after week,we are queueing at fuel sations with our Jerry cans and struggling for diesel(Big men ,do no such thing,diesel trucks will deliver at your door)

PHCN, what can I say,we hail thee.

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Yardua died but now he is alive,but how does that feed me or give me an orgasm?

But after all the rumours flying around town,the man is back on his feet but me I worry o! This Yardua and Good luck combination,I say no more.

I pray to God,for this electionseason to be peaceful. I don't want another JUNE 12 tragedy occuring,God forbid!

I donot know if I shall vote,I registered after LASG promised fire and brimstone on whoever refuses to, but my poling vote is 1,000 miles away from my home. There will be no movement,how I go do am?

Who do I vote for?

I wanted Donald duke(Yes,yes,he has great idaes) but the dude is sexy (Onari I know you know this is true) and his sex appeal would have rubbed off on the country and done great things.

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Watching Tyra banks show yesterday, saw one transexual man who had undergone 39 operations to be a woman! Ha! She sorry he hasn't changed his banana to a doughnut though.

One fine bloke is in love with him/her already!

Imagine me,tripping for one fine black boy,only for him to tell me he is trans gini? Tufiawka! No way! I rather be gay and sleep with Elton John,or be ley and be with Halle berry.

With oyinbo wonder shall never end.
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West African Idol

I thank God,the stylist for the reality show has changed Nana's porcupine weavon and replaced with an afro wig.

Now this post is getting too long,got to get back to work.

The Life in my women!

2007-03-09T08:40:00.000-08:00

The life in my women

Yesterday was International womens day,I dedicate this post to the women in my life.

The women in my life range from the women in my family, neighbors, my mother’s friends and my friends mothers who I admire.

I’ll start with my Granma.

Granma
My grandma, is an awesome woman, she is tri-lingual, she speaks (Edo, Ibo& Yoruba fluently). She is a typical businessperson, she has sold everything from food to goods, even till now she despite all pleas she still has a shop where she sells provisions and drinks. She taught me our edo dialect, speaking it to me &my siblings every time she is around.
She is patient and strict but not like miracle worker. I have learnt from her patience and hardwork. She is hardworking and takes care of everyone from her children to her grandchildren. I pray she will live long to see her great grandchildren.

Miracle worker
My mother. I will write a special post dedicated to her, so I’ll make this short.
I inherited from my sweetness and an ability to still be firm from her.
We have had our own fair share of fights and all, but she is truly my hero. She is a living example to me and I cannot begin to explain what she has taught me. I love her to bits!

My sister:
Though I know sometimes I am hard with you but I love you, your craziness,having fun at everything thing you do,your child like spirit and your ability to make friends easily.Thank you for teachingme not to be to hard on myself.

My Aunts
From the bookish & strict, to the crazy& generous to carefree and fun aunties in my life. I am blessed. I guess some families do have them. These women have got action!

My power puff girls
My friends, who have always supported and encouraged me, selflessly love me and pray for me. God give me the strength to remain a blessing to you.

My Neighbors
These were the big sisters on my floor, who took care of me, watched me, the sisters that analyzed my report card before my mom got home. They helped with schoolwork and taught me how to relate and respect people. As I type now, I hear their voices, thank you.
I pray that as you are all scattered around the globe, I pray that God will bring big sisters for your female children and trust that they have a friend in me.

My Godmother
The prim&proper woman, who taught me how to act and speak like a lady, I was a tomboy and I hated it but I’m grateful now.

School Women: These are the women that shaped my life in school ,from my nursery school teacher, to my no-nonsense primary school headmistress to my ever smiling pry 6 teacher, to my two school mothers to my principal (who is my friend now) to the young women I met at the university. Thank you.

Blogsville women
I have not been here up to a year and I feel like you are family I have known all my life. I learn something from all your posts each day even when I take time to comment or not! Thank you.
Happy women’s day!

Halleluyah!

2007-03-02T10:55:00.000-08:00

Oh! you don't know how happy I am tonight!

I am dancing and singing!

No,I didnot win the lottery or meet an 'angel" from Heaven.
I didnot acquire anything new,whether bag or shoe.

I have just been set free from "egungun", transl bone.

The story.
Last night,after work, I settled to eat a happy bowl of Amala with egusi soup,while watching TV.
I was just starting to enjoy the meal and then bang! I swallowed a fish bone.
Yeah, a fish bone. At first I thought it was nothing ,so I drank water and swallowed two balls of Amala without soup but no,the bone was still there.

I kept swallowing my meal without soup pausing every 2 minutes, for an hour.
The bone no gree go o! I started drinking water,chewing garri,coughing very hard but this bone won't budge. Oh! my God,what I my going to do?

I brush my teeth and stick my toothbrush in my throat almost vomiting,no way the bone no comot! So I give up and go to sleep,hoping somewhere in my dream,the bone will slip away.
It took a long time before I could finally find sleep.

I wake up the morning and fish bone is still there and now it is more painful than last night.
Now,I am worried. I tell my mom and she recommends a big bowl of Eba,lol.
It wasn't funny as early as 7.15, I was on a swallowing spree,swallowing big balls of Eba down my thin throat. This bone refused to move.

My mum,offered to stick her hand in my mouth to feel and bring it out but I refused.
Finally I agreed but nope that didnot work. I tried with my toothbrush again,coughed very hard and all,but no! this sturrborn still remained.

My father offers to take me to hospital,but I decline (I hate hospitals,drugs and needles but I love good looking male doctors),my excuse how can one go to hospital to complain about a fish bone in one's throat.

On my way to work,I call my cousin who is doctor,he recommends vitamin c and a painreliever and tells me not to worry that the bone will go away soon.
Soon? How soon? I was in pain already. Isaid a silent prayer to Osanobuwa(God) to have mercy on me and let this cup pass over me.

I gargled my throat with warm water and salt for a few minutes but no,the bone won't bulge.
I give up and it and continue with work in great pain but eventually I drank milk and wait for it........ It is GONE! The fishbone is gone.

Halleluyah!

A whole new month!

2007-03-01T05:04:00.000-08:00

The month of march has marched in, I don't know why but I don't feel so tingly about it as I was about Feburary.
Oh! Well ,I will just wait and see what the month has for me.
This is a kind of spending month for me because alot of my friends and my darling sister's birthday is this month. Right from the 5th all the way to the 31st! wow.

To all the March babies in Blogville, let me be the first to say Happy Birthday!
I took this little excerpt from Unnaked blog,describing March's babies. Does it fit you?

Attractive personality. Sexy, Affectionate, Shy and Reserved. Secretive. Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic. Loves peace and serenity. Sensitive to others. Great kisser. Easily angered. Trustworthy. Appreciative and returns kindness. Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up feelings. Observant and assesses others.

I miss my blogville neighbours,where are they? Have they given up on blogging?
Why haven't they updated? Am I going to catch the blog fatigue soon?
Is there a secret vacation spot in blogville,I don't know about? somebody help!

Neighbours M.I.A
Guyhorny,the man with the many escapades,has he suddenly become bornagain?
Dumped his bad habits,his blog and his new chick VERA?

Boorishmale nko?(the blogger I secretly admire) so it is not secret anymore.
Is he truly joining tminx on her 40 days fast?

Jola my blog mummy,where is she?

Our funniet male blogger,Naija bloke too, is busy with work

Shola too as gone AWOL

I don't know what happened to temmytayo too.

I was worried about Babs but she has updated.

I was worried about Vera too,but she has updated,thank goodness.

I don't want to take Taureminx job,let this lent be over so that she will return.

Listening to paper review yesterday morning, and I heard of this young lady up north that burnt a whole village down because she was forced to marry some dude she didnot like.
Wow! thats some angry chick,I like her her blazing attitude.

Until I update again, keep blogging, for non -bloggers keep reading.
For all the good people that take time out to read this blog,I am grateful and humbled.

On my way to work

2007-02-27T01:25:00.000-08:00

On my way to work yesterday morning,I was listening to my favorite radio station 96.9 {cool fm} and my favorite presenter Dan Foster{also a judge on West African Idol},when this young lady called the presenter. She was sobbing so hard,the presenter had to beg her to calm down before her words became audible.
I was wondering what could make a young woman so sad on a monday morning?

Then she begins her short but sad story,her boyfriend of 9 years had broken up with her. She does not know why. They had gone together to abort her pregnancy,because he said they didnot have money to cater for the unborn baby. A few days later,boyfriend comes to meet her asking her to provide the baby,she is dumbfounded! "But we went to abort the baby together!?"
He breaks up with her.
Parts of the story was incoherent to me, parts of like when she said "He is a christain","If I tell him, I am not in mood, he will force me!" {doesn't that mean rape?},then she asks the presenter to please call her boyfriend,to beg him! to take her back.

Well,the presenter calls the boyfriend,and of course he sounds all nice, telling Dan to please beg the girlfriend to come back after a whole 9 years. He says he wants to marry her.

Why am I telling you this story? 1. The caller's naiveness, caught my attention, {I am trying hard not to use the word dumb}but I cannot blame her,maybe she doesnt know better.
She has been dating this boyfie of hers for 9 years? That makes her how old? I am guessing between the ages of 23-30. If one is of that age, hasn't she heard of contraceptives? 2. What does being a christain mean? 3.Doesn't she know that boyfie is giving her bullshit and quit? 3. So what if boyfie disvirgined her?must he be the one to marry her? What does marriage mean to her? 4. What does happiness mean to her?

Why are we as women so gullible? I don't want to start woman palava today.

Small gist along way
So, I am driving my danfo o jeje,then small traffic con hook us for Ikorodu road, I see a skinny,fragile young lady with a funny hairstyle, kissing a young hairy man,who is reeking of pot,{Yes, I can smell him from a distance},he is smoking and drinking{did I mention this was 7.45am} and this skinny chick is happy,I am happy too, the traffic is moving.

So, I try to avoid the traffic on the expressway and turn to service lane,but my fizzle brain forgets that the tax I have to pay agbero on the service lane is double. My conductor is angry but he starts to sing a popular christain chorus, I am puzzled,why is he singing?
The passengers join in and then I get it! If the bloody agberos think we are from church they won't stop us! And oh! my goodness it works. They didnot stop us!
Everyone burst into laughter afterwards.

Children's Programme 2

2007-02-24T07:32:00.000-08:00

Nigerian Programmes

Kidivision 101

Storyland:With Uncle Jimi Solanke,telling children different stories.

Speakout:It was a kind of a debate,children talking about diferent issues.

Foreign Programmes

Muppet Show

gODZILLA: A dinosaur that lived under water.

Xmen: The cartoon and comics are better than the films.

Spiderman

Dodo,the kid from outta space.

Chip n' Dale(Resuce rangers)

Superted:An ordinary teddy bear given superpowers by mother nature,had a friend called spotty. There was Texas Pitt and bones too. Loved it!

Pigeon Street

Dr. Who

Magic school bus

Ghost busters

Police Academy

Wooody Pecker

Thats all I can remember for now!

Break In Transmission

2007-02-23T02:36:00.000-08:00

Please pardon my break in transmission.
The list of children's programmes will continue later.

The Lagos traffic hawker

Before dawn,
You are awake,
Preparing your wares for sale.

You have hope that today will be better than yesterday,
Even though yesterday was no different than the day before.

Like a child is to the barren woman,
So is the building traffic to a Lagos hawker.

Running, Panting,
Haggling,Pleading,
Cursing ,Sweating,
Smiling,all at winning me and selling your goods.
Even as I frown at your sweaty palms staining my windscreen,
You smile back at me.

You sell everything from purewater to newspapers
To recharge cards and fancy hand bags.
To cleaning my windscreen with the soapy liquid,
The liquid reminds me of our economy.

I wonder if that little change,
Makes a difference,
Difference of one meal in a day at least,
Difference of taking something home to the large or small family you keep.

To others you may be another faceless hawker,
And truly sometimes you annoy me.
To me you are a hustler,
And I respect the fact you haven't restorted to stealing.

Dedicated to the young hawker who lost her life in Mile 12 yesterday morning,trying to make a living.

My Favorite tv programmes when I was a kid.

2007-02-22T09:15:00.000-08:00

Where have all the good children programmes gone?

What do kids watch these days? On Nigerian TV now,there is norring,absolutely nothing!
On cable, there are a few but not like the good old days.
I will list the few I can remember.

Voltron: It was about some five kids,who had "lions",pink(Princess Alora),Green,yellow,blue and red. The slogan I remember is "And I will form the head".

Fragile rock: Puppets, living down under a rock,who ran away from some monsters when they went to pick "raddishes". There were some very little guys who coexisted with them and built somethings they could eat. One of the puppets had an uncle that lived in the city that wrote letters to them. There was always singing.

Square 1 : Musical mathematical show. I loved it,it helped with my maths.

Sesame street : Who didn't watch Sesame street? Big bird,Mr.Snoopleup-a-guess,Oscar the grouch,Kermit the frog,Cookie monster,A counting dracula. I loved it!
Is there anywhere I can get to buy like DVD or something? Are the producers of Sesame street still in business,have they made a new programme for kids? Answers anyone? Ok, I'll go google it.

Contact : A simple science programme for kids. All I can remember is the 3-2-1 Contact!

Thundersurb:About a submarine,never liked it!

Birdman: A guy that got his powers by flying towards the sun.

Tales by moonlight: Aah! Breath of fresh air,I love Aunty Nkem. She was the storyteller,telling children stories about people and animals. After the story,she asked the children the morals they have learnt from it. This show used to air on NTA on sunday evenings,precisely 6.30.
I really loved this show because I used to go for the recordings and Aunty lived very close to me. I wonder where she is now?

Globe trotters : A team of basketball players,that saved world? I remember the guy with the afro hair who had alot of stuff in it,I mean he could bring out a car from it!

Inspector Gadget : Can hear the song playing in my head can't sing remember the words though. As the name implied it was about a gadget man,everypart of his body was a gadget. He had a niece that often helped and saved him.

Tom&Jerry : Tom the cat, Jerry mouse. Always getting "along". Still love it.

Danger mouse: A mouse with a little friend saving the world, in his white body suit and little yellow car.

Captain planet: The song "Captain planet, he's the hero ,gonna take pollution down to zero,he is the man and he is fighting on the planetside". I remember there were kids with the elements in their superpower rings.

Rent-A-Ghost : A programme about ghosts running a shop and doing mischeivous things,wasn't scary at all but ver funny.

I think this post is getting too long will continue tommorrow.

You can check Jola's list of Nigerian programme that rocked back in the days. (Check for and then there was Nollywood)

I am Female

2007-02-19T06:25:00.000-08:00

I am Female.

I am female,being born into the world is a dilemma,no matter what part of world I fall in.

In some conutries once my mother hears my feminine heart beat from the scan,
She aborts me, I am not worthy to live {so they have told her}
In some parts I am allowed to live,but only for a few days and then I am killed.

In some places,I am kept like a bad secret,treated with no dignity.
I must never speak,seldom be seen,never loved. I am accesory, a slave.

If I am lucky,in some places,my family might love,teach me,send me to school,I may never be restrained.
I am one of the lucky few in over a million who'll never be that lucky.

In some places,I survive,I am sent to school,only to stopped half way because for me,books have no value. I am to be married to a man,the age of my grand father,I donot understand?!;but my playmates are still running in the sand.
I am not only to marry him,but I am to have his baby,where in my body do I carry his child?

In some places,I am already perceived as Promiscuous even before I can understand the word "Sex" {nobody ever explains it}part of me is chopped off,to keep me safe,faithful and happy.
How can happiness bring so much pain?

I am supposed to understand everything and ask nothing.
I am not expected to make valued judgement because I am female,not a human being.

When I talk about things that hurt and concern me,I am a feminist,too touchy,too opinionated,
I might never find a man to marry me,I am not submissive!

I don't mean to question my creator,but I think the very essence of my body is a sin.
No matter how well I clothe it,some are still tempted by it,even when they mutilate and molest me.
My body caused it.

If eventually,I am married to a good human being,all might sail well for me but if I'm "bought" at such a high cost,I am just an expensive living object. I can be hit many times without feeling,even if I feel it,I musn't show it,even if marks appear on my body I musn't mention it to anyone.

If our union has not a child,despite my many visits to the doctors and my king has not even taken a test once,I am to blame.
I must have killed all the babies God gave me and if I happened to be a virgin, I am a witch!

When I bear the children,sometimes I cannot choose when to stop bearing,even though my body is weak,
I must keep at it.
If I am unfortunate to bear some like me,I must keep at it til I find a son,to make the family proud and save me from shame.

Sometimes I can be anything I want to be.
Sometimes it only happens in my dreams.

I am female, I exist.

An awful Valentine

2007-02-15T07:50:00.000-08:00

I don't think I have ever had an eventful valentine in my life! yeah,[I will spare you the boring details}
But yesterday's own was by far the worst, I was in the hospital for the whole day!
Yep, I was in the hospital for bloody menstrual pain, damn! it was awful,I literally died!
I coludn't go to work,couldn't eat,couldn't take drugs,couldn't sleep until I was taken to hospital by my parents. I couldn't even cry,I just groaned!

When I got to the hospital,I had a real argument with doctor about putting me on drips but finally I succummbed and was put on my first ever drip in my entire life! It was painful,putting the needle through my vein but after I got past that it was ok. I didnot feel relief instantly but I feel asleep like a child. When I woke up,I was still in pain,so the doctor had to give me another injection,that I can still feel on my butt right now! Gosh! It was indeed an awful valentine.

I was discharged last night and the oversabi male nurse at the hospital,kept coming to my room "to check up on me" winking at me,touching me "to feel my skin sorry temparture." It was not funny,I was just too weak to really scream at him,but I snapped at the idiot severally and asked the doctor to change my nurse. Abi na by force?

I am healthy now,though still bleeding tremendously. Now you know why I hate the damn period thing. I am going to see a gynecologist next week and she will examine thoroughly and let see what we can do about the whole thing. I wish there was a way we could pause the period till am ready to have kids,is it possible?

I am truly tired,if I go through this for menstrual wahala alone,childbirth nko?

How was your valentine? abeg gist me o!

I' ve been tagged!

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I was tagged by Laspapi

Three things that scare me:
1. Being confined by marriage
2. Nigeria becoming worse
3. Myself

Three people who make me laugh:
1. My silblings
2. Angry kid(see picture on right side of my blog,you need to see his videos,check HERE)
3. Basket mouth

Three Things I love:
1. My Journals
2. Music
3. Films

Three Things I hate:
1. The Nigerian Police
2. My period
3 Spiral Staircase

Three Things I don't understand:
1. Men
2. Why Nigerian leaders don't get it.
3.How to tie a gele(headtie)

Three things on my desk:
1.My computer
2. A glass of water
3. My phones

Three things I’m doing right now:
1. Updating my blog
2. Daydreaming
3. Checking my mails

I want to do before I die:
1. Get a potion,that will make me remain young and live 4ever!
2. Travel around the world.
3. Open a great school for toodlers & teenagers

1. Three things I can do:
1. Sleep for long hours
2. Use a digital camera
3. Run after a moving danfo bus and get in( seriously Bill gates,can't do that!).

Three things you should listen to:
1. The Holy spirit
2. Your rumbling tummy
3. A danfo driver shouting comot for road o!

Three things you should never listen to:
1. Nigerian government officials
2. Oversabi people
3. People who don't practise what they preach

Three things I’d like to learn:
1. How to play the violin
2. How to fart, without it making noise&smelling!
3. Telephathy

Three favourite foods:
1.Amala
2. Cream doughtnuts
3.Fruits

Three beverages I drink regularly:
1. Water
2.Garri(does it count?)
3. Yoghurt

Three TV shows/Books I watched/read as a kid:

1. Enid Blyton's books(Read)
2.Sesame street(Watch)
3. Archie's comics (Read)

Three people I'm tagging
Three is too small jo,to all who read this blog and have cooler answers.

Is this too much to ask for in a man?

2007-02-07T08:13:00.000-08:00

Women may be from Venus, but we sure know what we want in our aliens from Mars.
Check out some of my other sisters list. Beauty,(cHECK MY IDEAL MAN) Londonnaijachic

My Man must

Understand me for me ----- Yes, I am crazy!

Let me be who I want to be ---- The sexy working woman.

Listen to me when I speak ------ Yes, I like to talk

Have a great sense of humour -------- A good laugh a day,wouldn't break your jaw.

Understands the art of love making ------- Please I am not a whore

Has a deep understanding of what life is
and what it means to respect a humanbeing ----Not just some fine boy by branding

Can truly share his feelings ---------- Not ego tripping,saying its a "man thing"

God fearing and understands the word ------ Please don't expect me to be ms. goody two shoes

Ambitious -------- Whatever that means in a good way

Loving ----------- Truly unconditional

Caring & romantic ---------- Everyone needs attention,it will work wonders for him.

Financial steady ----------- My love DOES cost a thing

Educated ------------ Abi?

Style ------------ I need someone to look up to,but we can work on it.

Patient ---------- It is a virtue

Whatever extra good qualities that come along these, I'll take it!
Am I too demanding?