an update

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

6 Quirks

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

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

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!

December is here and going

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

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

Where I have been?

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.

how old is the danfo driver?

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.

Rejoinders to lost's return.

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.

counting...

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.

High Heels... High Hell!

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!

7

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.

Ruff Rider

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

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

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

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

(Pictures:seacoastsport.com&speedtv.com)

My body, my story

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


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

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

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

Puppy Love,

Silly crush.


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

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


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

11

Had to cut my hair,

Mum says long hair is prohibited in my new school,

The truth is: She justs wants me.

to focus all my attention on my books.

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

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

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

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

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


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

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


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

Show me your body, Tell me your story.

Cater to you

For my prospective boo


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

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

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

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

glad

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.

Memories about me

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.

Been busy

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.