September 28, 2008

Cant make it to church today?

click HERE to watch my church LIVE
(if you live outside Metro Atlanta)
7:00am EST and 10:30am EST
(london/nigeria time: 12pm and 3:30pm)

NewBirth Missionary Baptist Church
Lithonia, GA


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September 19, 2008

Being single...

so I'm watching TV and they're talking about being single in America.

Can you be happily single?

No matter where you're from there is a certain stigma with being single. You can have a fabulous career, great friends, be well travelled... own several luxury items but if you dont have a man (and this is ofcourse geared towards the ladies), it's like nothing else matters... why is that?

In the show, the featured guest is on there with her mom. Her mom states the universe works in pairs... you have two hands... feet... we're all supposed to be paired. It's been said that any single person who says they're happy single and dont want someone... is lying!

is this true?


I've never quite felt the pressure of being single... When I was younger I wanted a boyfriend and all that I thought it entailed but never to the point where I felt something was missing in my life. I just wanted to experience certain things that I felt I needed someone else to experience it with. So I dated several people... but I've come to realize... to be happily married... you have to be happily single... you have to be fulfilled


maybe you cant be happily single forever... maybe that's the point people are trying to get across...

I dont know jo...

September 12, 2008

You have to watch this commercial...

I dont know if this is for real or what?
But I turn on the TV and there's some new judge show on... which by the way all these judge shows are getting ridiculous... Her robe looks like it belongs to a choir.... anyways....
So during the commercial break... this commercial is what comes up....
I kept waiting for like a candid camera type moment... but I think it's for real
goodness gracious... just watch it!


September 7, 2008

He said... She said... 2b

Sorry for the delay in posting! Soon is TODAY :-)
This post is part of the He said She said series.

Do you know Kola?
To read the first part of this story, click HERE
to read other stories in the series, click HERE



Welcome back into




Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
Kahlil Gibran



He said...



Saturday, 3 A.M.


My eyes flew open.
Was it real this time?
I looked quickly to my side. No, Nike was not the one lying beside me.
I sighed and rubbed my eyes.
Omo, this was really getting sad. I had to either stop these dreams or do something about their main subject.


I placed my hands behind my head and stared blankly at the patterns on my bedroom ceiling. I was awake once again and couldn’t go back to sleep.
How had my life turned out like this?
Karma, answered that little voice in my head.
I hated that voice and it had really grown more annoying over the past year.
Karma must truly be a bitch. I muttered under my breath as I turned to look at the woman next to me.

A year ago, I was happy and planning to propose to the love of my life. Now, I’m lying next to a woman I don't love and planning a wedding I've already cancelled once. I wish I could wake up from this nightmare and find myself exactly where I was before Busola barged in through my door and Nike walked out my life.

I sighed as I thought about Nike.
Young, sweet, caring and all I had hoped for in a wife. Yet, I had messed it up big time and it was now probably too late to do anything. How had it all gone so wrong? One minute I was planning a surprise for Nike and the next she stepped out of my life and never looked back.

I slipped out of bed to get something to drink and the lady beside me wakes up.
“Baby, where are you going now? You know I don’t like when you move around in the bed.”
“Sorry, Busola. Just go back to sleep.”
Dammit. Even in her sleep she was nagging me. I picked up my cell phone and walked out of the bedroom.

I got to the kitchen and sat at the counter with a drink in one hand and my phone in the other. This decision has been plaguing me for weeks now and I knew I had to make up my mind before it was too late to change anything. As I stared at the phone in my hand, my mind inevitably started to replay the events of that fateful day a year ago.

I had tried calling Nike’s cell phone several times that afternoon but it was turned off so I called her dorm room. Her roommate - Megan, had answered the phone and unable to hold the secret had informed me that Nike was on her way to pay me a surprise visit. I remembered smiling when I heard the information; Megan could not be trusted with a secret.
Armed with this information, I planned a counter-surprise of a romantic evening at my apartment. I left work early, cleaned up my messy apartment, lit some candles and started playing our favorite CD. I was going to take a shower and wait for my angel. I couldn’t wait to see the surprised look on her face when she got to my apartment. Then, just an hour or so before Nike was supposed to arrive at my place I heard a knock on my door and everything went downhill.

I placed my head in my hand as I thought of that moment. If I could turn back time, I would never have answered the door.

When I opened the door, Busola was on the other side crying and looking distraught. She pushed past me into the apartment and threw herself on my couch. She cried uncontrollably for some time and after consoling her she revealed she was upset because she just found out her fiancé was cheating on her. Their wedding was just five months away and she had just seen him with another lady at his apartment.

I smiled wryly at that thought. We had done the exact same thing to Nike.

It wasn’t unusual that Busola had come to me for comfort. We were very good friends and had helped each other through difficult situations in the past. Truth be told, we had indulged in a steamy summer affair in our college days before Nike started at the school. At the end of that summer, we had both agreed it wasn’t working out and had stopped the sexual relationship but still remained good friends. For some reason, neither of us mentioned our previous relationship to Nike and things had worked out fine until we gave in to our old lusts.

My thoughts turned back to that evening with Busola. I still didn’t know how it happened but one moment she was cursing her fiancé and the next she was tugging at my clothes begging me to take her. Of course I had resisted but she kept pleading with me to help her get even with her fiancé. When I continued to refuse, she got angry and reminded me of how she had been there for me during a previous break up while we were in college. She went back and forth between pleading and getting angry until I had finally started to weaken. Immediately Busola saw my resolve had weakened, she was all over me. I struggled to get us to the bedroom and barely just made it there before we collapsed to the floor.

I sighed to myself again. How the hell had I agreed with the rationale of a hurt woman?
Lust. That little voice said again.
I knew the little voice was right because old memories of Busola and I had played in my mind the whole time she had been begging me. I had let the idea of temporary relief from frustration override my loyalty to Nike.
I clearly made the wrong choice and am now paying for it dearly. From the look of things, I might be paying for the rest of my life.

I rubbed my eyes and took a sip from my cup.
I would never forget the hurt in Nike’s voice and the look in her eyes as she stood over our bodies. I still hated myself for what I had done to her but there was nothing I could do to change the past. I had tried reaching her for several months after the incident but had stopped when Busola came back with news that she was pregnant.

Pregnant, ke? After just one lousy time? It didn’t even count for one whole time sef. The big man upstairs was not giving me any rope to maneuver at all.

I had been confused after hearing the news and had decided I couldn’t continue to pursue Nike until I had sorted out the issue with Busola. We discussed several options but at the end could not go through with them. So, we decided to get married.
Three months later, after the invitations had been sent and wedding preparations fully underway, she confessed that she wasn’t really pregnant.

What? Not pregnant? How could she have done that to me? To Nike?

I immediately cancelled the wedding and prepared to tell our parents. But, no, Busola was not going to let that happen. She pleaded with me, cried and threatened to do harm to herself and once again, I foolishly gave in to her.

Now, the wedding was coming up in less than two months and I knew in my heart that she was the wrong woman for me. I could probably never have Nike again, but that did not mean I had to settle for Busola.

I rubbed my eyes for what seemed like the hundredth time and glanced at the phone on the table. It was looking back at me, daring me to make the call.

I get up from the kitchen counter, pick up the phone and pace around the kitchen. What should I do? Should I call Nike? What if she rejects me once again?


3:30 A.M.

After staring endlessly at the phone in my hand, I decided it was now or never. I had nothing to lose and all to gain. Rejection or not, I was going to give this one final try and maybe she would at least stop hating me.

I dial Nike’s number and subconsciously hold my breath.


Ring.
Please God, let her pick up her phone.

Cant make it to church today?

click HERE to watch my church LIVE
(if you live outside Metro Atlanta)
7:00am EST and 10:30am EST
(london time: 12pm and 3:30pm)

NewBirth Missionary Baptist Church
Lithonia, GA

Preacher today: Bishop Eddie L Long
Topic: Relationships