April 28, 2006


If you have twenty things to do in a day and nineteen of them
go well --- which one do you talk about over dinner?


Zane! Zane!! Zane!!!

my friend is getting married this summer Insha Allah! I remember little Zane from her pre-america days and now with a degree in hand, she's heading back home to obtain a marriage certificate. Time sure flies by.Ive known Zane for quite a while but I've never met her. Till today Im not sure how she got a hold of my MSN ID but all of a sudden one day we were chatting and have been doing so off and on for a while.

It's interesting that I can refer to people that I've never met as friends. HUN was the precursor to this trend which has since abated. But while it lasted, I "met" great people that I still keep in touch with. It's natural for me I guess...I love meeting and talking to people. Im one of those people that you'll meet and may not like at first but once you get to know me, it's all good! People always tell me "I didnt like you before...but you've changed"...and I respond "I didnt change, you just got used to me". People eventually come to the realization that I wont fit their predefined mold and Im happy as I am. I dont need to have friends. Alone to me does not equal being lonely. Besides I come from a big family and the need for friends is optional. But once you are my friend, Im very loyal and I always like everyone to be happy so alot of times you'll find me going out of my way for my friends...even those that are sight unseen

Zane's a really cute gal. She didnt join the masses and create a website so there's nothing to share with you guys...sorry....I cant wait till I meet her. I think we'll be friends for a long time. We have a lot in common...

Zane I wish you all of life's pleasures. It is my prayer that you and your man remain faithful to each other. May the Goodness of God follow both of you and your future children. May you always find joy in eachother.

Happy Nikkah Zane!!!

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April 26, 2006


What we do for ourselves, dies with us

What we do for others and the world remains and is immortal

-Albert Pine

April 25, 2006

Music Im Feeling

(I Wish I Knew How It Would Feel To Be) Free/One

I wish I knew how it would feel to be free
I wish I could break all the chains holding me
I wish I could say all the things that I should say
Say 'em loud, say 'em clear
For the whole wide world to hear

I wish I could share all the love that's in my heart
Remove all the bars that keep us apart
And I wish you could know how it feels to be me
Then you'd see and agree
That every man should be free

I wish I could be like a bird in the sky
How sweet it would be if I found I could fly
Well I'd soar to the sun and look down at the sea
And I'd sing 'cos I'd know how it feels to be free

I wish I knew how it would feel to be free
I wish I could break all the chains holding me
And I wish I could say all the things that I wanna say
Say 'em loud, say 'em clear
For the whole wide world to hear
Say 'em loud, say 'em clear
For the whole wide world to hear
Say 'em loud, say 'em clear
For the whole
Wide world to hear

One love
One blood
One life
You got to do what you should
One life
With each other
One life
But we're not the same
We get to carry each other
Carry each other

Woah, woah, woah, woah

I wish I knew how it would feel to be free
I wish I knew how it would feel to be free

[Originally recorded by Nina Simone and U2]

April 20, 2006


Everyone has their likes and dislikes and I'm no different. There are a few things that irk me in life...things such as guys leaving the seat up or people not pushing the toothpaste from the bottom...please...that's nothing. Guys with extremely hairy backs and the ones that dont shave their pits...that's gross...and KILLER breath...hmmm. Now people may differ in their opinion about the "pits" issue...but whatever! I remember once in Boston, I went for some carnival and this guy was riding a bicycle and I mean he was DRIPPING sweat and the hair from his pits was soaked and....it was just gross...believe me...

Do you want to know the one thing that makes me look like Im sucking big ole slice of forest green lime???


What is H-Factor? read on

One evening I was chillling with my girls and Chris called. Chris and I met unconventionally. I was playing pranks but it turned serious...because of his friend who was also interested in me....anyways I digress....

Chris called me. He was leaving from LHR to LOS. Being conversational I asked him what he was wearing to the airport. He said "Hash colored pants". Hash colored? "What is that" I turn around looking quizically at my two friends. Is that like earth tone, brown, beige....I keep repeating it and Chris keeps repeating it to me. Both of us thinking the repitition will bring some clarity.

All of a sudden, it clicked....ASH colored
Oh my goodness!!!
I just burst out laughing. Chris was like "why are you laughing"...I felt so bad. I said it was just something on TV...but I think he knew and that made me feel just awful cuz I'm not one to make anyone feel less than they are. I mean I'd heard the H factor here and there but I thought I could work around it but then I started to think about my family and what would happen when on our wedding day he had to repeat his vows and my peeps would start laughing...even I would cringe...oh goodness...this isnt going to work

But I tell you, Chris had a thing for me. I broke up with him eventually to be with the person Im with now but he calls me up from time to time to see if I've broken up with the current guy. If I were him, Id be more worried about the 'friend' he "hooked" me up with who was trying to run his own game...but I liked him(the friend)...even changed phone plans so we could talk everyday endlessly...but it was nothing romantic...at least not on my end...and it most definitely was not Chris' intent

....Anyhow...When you think about what you want in a guy...Chris had everything. He was a genius, well learned, motivated...romantic, thoughtful....I mean think of your prince charming and Chris had the qualities...He was beautiful...he is beautiful. He's got this interesting laugh...but I could talk to him about everything...I mean it's rare that I find someone matched w/me as per intellect...religion, music...politics..... He sent me an email/ some times back and I saved it but I think I'll share it with you today...part of me still wants to hold on to it and allow no one access....and this is the WWW ...maybe I'll leave it on here for a little while...no one should copy it abeggggggggyyyyyyyyyyyyy


Definition of H-Factor: A condition someone has where they add "h" to any word beginning with a vowel and remove the H sound from any words that begin w/an H and a vowel...
e.g. egg becomes Hegg and House becomes Ouse

April 4, 2006

Are you a Carrot, an Egg or Coffee Bean?

Are you a Carrot, an Egg or Coffee Bean? By Author Unknown

A young woman went to her mother and told her about her life, and how things were so hard for her. She did not know how she was going to make it, and wanted to give up. She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed as one problem was solved a new one arose.

Her mother took her to the kitchen. She filled three pots with water. In the first pot, she placed carrots, in the second she placed eggs and the last she placed ground coffee beans. She let them sit and boil without saying a word. In about twenty minutes she turned off the burners. She fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl. She pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl. Then she ladled the coffee out and placed it in a bowl.

Turning to her daughter, she asked, "Tell me what do you see?" "Carrots, eggs, and coffee," she replied. She brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. She did and noted that they got soft. She then asked her to take the egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard-boiled egg. Finally, she asked her to smell and sip the coffee. The daughter smiled, as she smelled and tasted its rich aroma. The daughter then asked, "What's the point, mother?"
Her mother explained that each of these objects had faced the same adversity- boiling water-but each reacted differently. The carrot went in strong, hard and unrelenting. However, after being subjected to the boiling water, it softened and became weak. The egg had been fragile. Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid interior. But, after sitting through the boiling water, its inside became hardened. The ground coffee beans were unique, however. After they were in the boiling water they had changed the water.

"Which are you?" she asked her daughter. "When trials and adversity knock on your door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg, or a coffee bean?"
Think of this: Which am I?

Am I the carrot that seems strong, but with pain and adversity, do I wilt and become soft and lose my strength?

Am I the egg that starts with a passive heart, but changes with the heat? Did I have a fluid spirit, but after a death, a financial hardship or some other trial, have I become hardened and stiff? Does my shell look the same, but on the inside, am I bitter and tough with a stiff spirit and a hardened heart?

Or, am I like the coffee bean? The bean actually changes the hot water, the very circumstance that brings the pain. When the water gets hot, it releases the fragrance and flavor. If you are like the bean, when things are at their worst, you become better and change the situation around you.

When the hours are the darkest and trials are their greatest do you elevate to another level?

How do you handle adversity? Like the CARROT, the EGG, OR the COFFEE BEAN?

April 3, 2006


you know deep down, we're all voyeuristic. sure we put up a front for everyone...we're supposedly holier than....but when it comes down to the nitty gritty, we're all probably thinking some of the same perverse things. There's something seductive about letting loose and being undercover. We all like to know what or WHO is in the closet....right? and we want to know what's going on behind closed doors. I know that I'd like to know.

I want to know the latest gist. Who's doing what? when? with? and HOW...and so Im writing this and I know you secret voyeur are reading this and im thinking is my life really that interesting. I mean what could I possibly write... Should I rant about my significant other? or the fact that Keloids freak me out...Im so freaked out that I want to erase the word. Anyways there's more to THAT story that Im going to have to share months from now. Im not brave

okay. so yesterday I went to this chick's house right and I realized what Id been saying to people...that the nigerian community is a small one. I mean you have to be careful o. Everyone has gist. As for me, I like to hear but I dont share...well let me not lie...I share..but it's very limited...most of the times I just confirm or deny what someone is telling me. Even now I dont even want to write anything...anyways names will be protected but for REAL i want to spill it all....

so i work with Miss C and she married HIM. nonsense man. married Miss C without telling her he was marrying her for papers....and that is how I involved myself in drama o. As in I didnt know Miss C from Eve. I just met her at work. The drama was so detailed that she brought all the proper documentations to show me that she is married meanwhile HIM is disclaiming. And what do you know...as soon as he got his papers he divorced her...it was really unfair for HIM to do that but I tell you, the natural law is this...what goes around, comes around and Im hoping he will meet a lady that will slap his brain to common sense....Ladies out there, be VERY CAREFUL...about any foreigner professing love who doesnt have his immigration/citizen status straightened out...but I guess the same goes for guys....be careful of that status pending lady who's always trying to cater to your needs...to get locked down

As for me, Ive gotten a couple of proposals. It was always something I heard about but it was interesting to experience it. As in the approach was something...okay so this guy Jide approaches me in school...he says Incognito, I want to talk to you. So we go the reception area and he starts talking about what is my status and can I do him a favor and blah blah blah....for FREE o....*hiss* nonsense. I told him Id think about it...so I go tell a select few...as in what if he now wants to excercise his husbandly rights.....eeeeeewwwwwwwwww...Mr. Ho on campus...the guy is packed sha...I'll give him that....anyways I got married to Mr. Ho....will that now make me Mrs.Ho.....all in the name of a favor.....I just wanted to be nice. I mean I really dont know what's it's like on the other side if you know what I mean...honestly the desperation that eats at people. Im sorry I dont understand but I always believe things will work themselves out...or rather God will work them out for you...if INS doesnt get to you first that is

Honestly I try to be nice to people. I always want everyone to be happy and at the end of the day, no matter my efforts, someone ends up being upset....now that Im writing I realize i have plenty gist....anyways we'll leave those yarns for another day....you voyeurs dont really know me or you'd realize that i aint doing no one no happily ever after green card favor...so no...i did not become Mrs.Ho....God forbid bad thing...I'll give you some time...you'll start to know me soon....syllable by syllable...

okay...so it's allergy season. I dont know how I started having allergies. Ive been good for the past couple of days but yesterday I started scratching my eyes out...It's amazing I havent gone blind. and can someone tell me why it's usually my LEFT eye that is always dripping....what about the right eye....Im going to sign off here.... Just out of curiosity, would you marry someone as a favor to so they could get a green card?


April 1, 2006


Okay...so everyone has a blog...everywhere i go, blog this and blog that...i just decided to join the masses. There's something about sharing your thoughts and people not knowing who you are.
Im sure everyone thinks their life story is interesting. Well I dont think mine is all that but some people think I could write a book...

Just to introduce myself. I am a nigerian-american. My cousins seems to think I cant really decide which I want to be...I switch subconsciously...depending on the situation so no one should hate on me for that. It's innate.

I live in the south and it really doesnt matter what country anyone lives in, the south can be very slow...very interesting...very warm...yeah..im trying to create a mysterious sense of me.

I love to read. I love politics. I love to travel and I can be quite spontaneous

Ok...we'll see where this blog thing takes me