November 7, 2009

What do women want?

I'm one of the two cohosts today on Verastic, an online radio talk show. Today we're discussing what women want. Join us!

it's from 10am - 11:30 am EST 3pm - 4:30pm UK time and 4pm - 5:30pm Nigerian time...

click on the picture below
and also... if you can spare just a couple of seconds... vote for my friend Chichi here...

October 23, 2009

Music Im Feeling: AiRis - Without You

Happy October.

How's everyone doing out there.... As for me I'm just thankful to be alive and well. About two weeks ago I clocked another year and celebrated it in the UK with my boyfriend, now my fiance. I just thank God for everything and how far he's brought me. I remember when I blogged about him being my ex.... you can only guess as to how many times we've broken up... or actually how often I've broken up with him. I just have to realize that no one is perfect... which is easier said.

Hope you guys are great. I fell in love with this song when I first heard it... dedicated it to Bob... hope you enjoy it too. Enjoy your weekend!

btw... the In your dreams... blog has been updated... this week I posted a story about Folake, the beautiful but wronged wife... check it out HERE after listening to the song!

September 18, 2009

It's another love song...

so there I was, searching for the song I belong to You by Rome (do you remember Rome?)... when I stumbled on this song, I belong to you by Eros Ramazotti and Anastacia... it's in Italian and English and it is a beautiful duet!

I have been mia from blogging... so much has happened in my life over the past couple of months... so much... yet so little.. perhaps soon I will purge it all on this page... or maybe not... if you still come around to check on me... merci! I hope to have a proper post up by the end of next week... but no promises

If you have missed out on all the drama regarding a man, his wife and his mistress... and all her friends... best head on over HERE. Be sure to find a comfortable spot...

But right before you do that....

Enjoy the video below and Have a happy weekend!

August 16, 2009

That's MY King... Do you know Him?

Read the text: Seven Way King

The late Dr. S. M. Lockeridge, a pastor from San Diego, California
said these words in a sermon in Detroit in 1976:

My King was born King. The Bible says He's a Seven Way King. He's the King of the Jews - that's an Ethnic King. He's the King of Israel - that's a National King. He's the King of righteousness. He's the King of the ages. He's the King of Heaven. He's the King of glory. He's the King of kings and He is the Lord of lords. Now that's my King.

Well, I wonder if you know Him. Do you know Him? Don't try to mislead me. Do you know my King? David said the Heavens declare the glory of God, and the firmament shows His handiwork. My King is the only one of whom there are no means of measure that can define His limitless love. No far seeing telescope can bring into visibility the coastline of the shore of His supplies. No barriers can hinder Him from pouring out His blessing.

He's enduringly strong. He's entirely sincere. He's eternally steadfast. He's immortally graceful. He's imperially powerful. He's impartially merciful. That's my King. He's God's Son. He's the sinner's saviour. He's the centerpiece of civilization. He stands alone in Himself. He's honest. He's unique. He's unparalleled. He's unprecedented. He's supreme. He's pre-eminent. He's the grandest idea in literature. He's the highest personality in philosophy. He's the supreme problem in higher criticism. He's the fundamental doctrine of historic theology. He's the carnal necessity of spiritual religion. That's my King.

He's the miracle of the age. He's the superlative of everything good that you choose to call Him. He's the only one able to supply all our needs simultaneously. He supplies strength for the weak. He's available for the tempted and the tried. He sympathizes and He saves. He's the Almighty God who guides and keeps all his people. He heals the sick. He cleanses the lepers. He forgives sinners. He discharged debtors. He delivers the captives. He defends the feeble. He blesses the young. He serves the unfortunate. He regards the aged. He rewards the diligent and He beautifies the meek. That's my King.

Do you know Him? Well, my King is a King of knowledge. He's the wellspring of wisdom. He's the doorway of deliverance. He's the pathway of peace. He's the roadway of righteousness. He's the highway of holiness. He's the gateway of glory. He's the master of the mighty. He's the captain of the conquerors. He's the head of the heroes. He's the leader of the legislatures. He's the overseer of the overcomers. He's the governor of governors. He's the prince of princes. He's the King of kings and He's the Lord of lords. That's my King.

His office is manifold. His promise is sure. His light is matchless. His goodness is limitless. His mercy is everlasting. His love never changes. His Word is enough. His grace is sufficient. His reign is righteous. His yoke is easy and His burden is light. I wish I could describe Him to you . . . but He's indescribable. That's my King. He's incomprehensible, He's invincible, and He is irresistible.

I'm coming to tell you this, that the heavens of heavens can't contain Him, let alone some man explain Him. You can't get Him out of your mind. You can't get Him off of your hands. You can't outlive Him and you can't live without Him. The Pharisees couldn't stand Him, but they found out they couldn't stop Him. Pilate couldn't find any fault in Him. The witnesses couldn't get their testimonies to agree about Him. Herod couldn't kill Him. Death couldn't handle Him and the grave couldn't hold Him. That's my King.

He always has been and He always will be. I'm talking about the fact that He had no predecessor and He'll have no successor. There's nobody before Him and there'll be nobody after Him. You can't impeach Him and He's not going to resign. That's my King! That's my King!

Thine is the kingdom and the power and the glory. Well, all the power belongs to my King. We're around here talking about black power and white power and green power, but in the end all that matters is God's power. Thine is the power. Yeah. And the glory. We try to get prestige and honor and glory for ourselves, but the glory is all His. Yes. Thine is the Kingdom and the power and glory, forever and ever and ever and ever. How long is that? Forever and ever and ever and ever. . . And when you get through with all of the ever's, then . . .Amen!

August 7, 2009

War Against Indiscipline

This is the title that came to mind when I thought about writing this...

At work recently, two ladies were talking about how they used to get disciplined when they were younger and I was a bit shocked to hear it. Me personally, I was disciplined in a non-physical way which I totally subscribe to. My mom I think may have made an attempt to slap me once for being rude to her... but it wasnt anything that left a mark... it was more like a smack to my mouth. I remember one time I did something she expressly told me not to do, and I came back and told her... foolish young as I was. So she told me to stand on the spot and start doing ma kuru ma ga. (Almost like an exercise. You stand holding your ears and you go up and you go down, over and over again). I cried so much and trust me, I didnt do such again. What did I do? I wrote a letter to my dad's sister who was visiting next door and threw it over the fence. She said she would report me to my dad because she had come visiting me a couple days before and she felt that I did not greet her. I basically told her that she could tell my dad but he would not beat me! Kai! The wisdom of a child.

I remember another time, my brother and I had a tutor and I must have done something wrong because next thing you know, the tutor brought out koboko (horse whip) to beat me with... and he did it in such a way that the buttons on my dress came loose in the back. So I went into the house and showed my mama. Mama returned with a check and released him from his duties. Talk about an incharge woman! I love my mom like no one else.

But anyways... on this day at work... the ladies were talking about how her their mom used to discipline them when they were younger... not to the point of bruising... but to the point of welting and then tell them to get in the shower because apparently, water magnifies the pain. One lady even talked about how her brother used to fidget around so much so that the mother tied him up and put a sock in his mouth and beat him! Abuse anyone? I was so shocked to hear such. I'm sure worse does happen...

What is the limit when being physical as far as discipline goes? I dont know that I will be physical with my children. I just dont know that there is a need for that. When I would misbehave, my mom would talk to me in such a way that I would be convicted on my behavior and be reduced to tears. I think you can get creative with punishment. I remember I did something as a teenager and I was made to clean the bathroom in such a way that I made sure I never repeated the offense. There was a news article recently about this lady who was arrested for dragging her kid on a leash in a store... I dont know that using a leash is the best thing to do. [Article]

Anyhoo...was jut thinking about this...
do you subscribe to being physical???

It's another friday!!!! That means it's time for another installation of my short story about Folake.
Here's an excerpt:
“Dayo” I snapped back at him. “All that yoruba you’re speaking to me is rubbish.” I got up to pace around my room. I needed to expel this energy somehow. I really did need to get to this yoga class today! It was a beautiful day outside and there were lots of things that I could be doing to enjoy it and this conversation was not going in the direction that I wanted. “How the hell can I call you, as your wife, and I don’t get a call back for almost two days?”

please check out the rest of the story HERE
all feedback/comments/suggestions will be much appreciated.

Enjoy your weekend!

July 24, 2009

I wanna dance...

While updating my love song playlist (it's a whitney houston day today!)... I started looking for a song by a friend of mine who used to blog.. his name is Sola... and he did a version of Crazy Love** that I loved... just him and his guitar... infact I told him that when I get married, he will be singing at my wedding. I didnt know him when we started chatting on blogger but come to find out days later that he was really good friends with my cousin... what a small world we live in... I cant find the youtube version of what he did... I thought I may have posted it on my blog but apparently not... what I did find... was an old post... I guess you could say this was the start of the blogger reality shows... or the blogger Bachelor show which I hosted on my blog.

Blogging used to be so much fun. I think I shared so much a part of who I was... the crazy parts... the loving parts... and the WTF parts... you know... all the things that make me human... but then I began to censor myself as I got to know more people and I guess as I got older. I guess that's just the way life is. There are even some posts that I go back to read and promptly put in the draft status...

but anyways... here's the post for your reading pleasure... you can tell how much fun we were having with ourselves... So I Was Just Thinking

The post was written a little less than 3 years ago... and wow.. how time flies... and how it changes as well... Im grateful for blogger and the friends that I've made. They have all in one way or another been an added blessing to my life.
**I've asked Sola to send me the youtube clip of him singing if he still has it... so you can hear the awesomeness of his voice!

as far as my playlist goes... as I stated earlier... it's a Whitney Houston day... I fell in love with track#2 when I first heard it so many years ago as a preteen... I think it goes along with loving Romance Novels... you gotta listen to the words... I was thinking how awesome it would be to have her sing track #3 on my playlist as I walk down the aisle... I can just imagine how powerful those moments would be or how track #1 would be a really good first dance song that could incorporate others towards the end... I'm really not into slow dances... My mind obviously is on weddings these days... I'm not getting married yet... when that time comes... and soon in Jesus' name... you will be updated accordingly. Anyways enjoy and have a great weekend!

July 15, 2009

Music Im Feeling: James Fortune - I Trust You

This song speaks to me... I almost cry when I hear this...

When the world has let you down... who do you turn to?
When it seems all hope is lost... and you're searching for something... just one thing... to hold on to... what is that thing?
When it feels like everyone around you is crazy and you're about to lose your mind... what/who keeps you grounded...

Well for me.. it's God
I fall and I get up and I'm grateful for His Grace... His unending mercy that helps me... lets me... get back up again... and even when times are hard... even when I dont understand what's going on... one thing that I will not waiver from... even if my actions sometimes belie my my trust in God...


July 5, 2009

Revelations 19: 1

1 After these things I heard a loud voice of a great multitude in heaven, saying, “Alleluia! Salvation and glory and honor and power belong to the Lord our God!

6 And I heard, as it were, the voice of a great multitude, as the sound of many waters and as the sound of mighty thunderings, saying, “Alleluia! For the Lord God Omnipotent reigns!

This is one of my favorite songs. It just lifts me up from wherever I am. I sing this and I feel the warmness of God.

Today, I almost didnt go to church. I was going to catch it online but I woke up and even though I made it out of the house late, I went to church. and then the choir sang this song and I was in tears. I feel like for the past 3months I've just been drifiting... things are not working out the way I want but I have to stop and remember that it's not my will but THY will be done and I am hoping that my will is aligned with God's Will

I dont know so much. But I know this: God is God regardless of any situation and I have to be sure that no matter what season I'm making sure His name is glorified. As bad and as mad I wanna be... God is still God and I'm grateful that he's kept me thus far...

Some day soon... I'll talk about some of the things I've been going through... but for now... Im enjoying this song... enjoying my sunday... I feel renewed and refreshed... and I wish the same for you too!

June 21, 2009

Knock Knock: Happy Father's Day

Here's a powerful video of a poem by Daniel Beatty to commemorate this special day.


click to READ the poem

As a boy, I shared a game with my father—
Played it every morning till I was three.
He would knock knock on my door,
And I’d pretend to be asleep till he got right next to the bed.
Then I would get up and jump into his arms.
“Good morning, Papa.”
And my Papa, he would tell me that he loved me.
We shared a game,
Knock knock,
Until that day when the knock never came,
And my Mama takes me on a ride past cornfields
on this never-ending highway
Till we reach a place of high rusty gates.
A confused little boy,
I enter the building carried in my Mama’s arms.
Knock knock.
We reach a room of windows and brown faces.
Behind one of the windows sits my father.
I jump out of my Mama’s arms and run joyously towards my Papa’s,
Only to be confronted by this window.
I knock knock trying to break through the glass,
Trying to get to my father.
I knock knock as my Mama pulls me away
Before my Papa even says a word.
And for years, he has never said a word.
And so, 25 years later, I write these words
For the little boy in me who still awaits his Papa’s knock.
“Papa, come home, ‘cause I miss you.
I miss you waking me up in the morning and telling me you love me.
Papa, come home, ‘cause there’s things I don’t know,
And I thought maybe you could teach me
How to shave,
How to dribble a ball,
How to talk to a lady,
How to walk like a man.
Papa, come home, ‘cause I decided awhile back
I want to be just like you, but I’m forgetting who you are.”
And 25 years later, a little boy cries.
And so I write these words and try to heal
And try to father myself.
And I dream up a father
Who says the words my father did not.
“Dear son, I’m sorry I never came home.
For every lesson I failed to teach, hear these words:
‘Shave in one direction with strong deliberate strokes
To avoid irritation.
Dribble the page with the brilliance of your ballpoint pen.
Walk like a God, and your Goddess will come to you.
No longer will I be there to knock on your door,
So you must learn to knock for yourself.
Knock knock down doors of racism and poverty that I could not.
Knock knock on doors of opportunity
For the lost brilliance of the black men who crowd these cells.
Knock knock with diligence for the sake of your children.
Knock knock for me.
For as long as you are free,
These prison gates cannot contain my spirit.
The best of me still lives in you.
Knock knock with the knowledge that you are my son,
But you are not my choices.”
Yes, we are our fathers’ sons and daughters,
But we are not their choices.
For despite their absences,
We are still here,
Still alive,
Still breathing,
With the power to change this world
One little boy and girl at a time.
Knock knock,
Who’s there?
We are.

and if you 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)

June 19, 2009

Hello! My name is Folake...

Did you check out the new blog series yet?
The series is the brainchild of FavouredGirl and This week I will be writing as one of the characters... so hop on over there and check it out.
Here's an excerpt:

I had everything. Working as one of top executives with Skye Records, I couldn’t complain. I had the pleasure of seeking out new talents locally and internationally and my position got me into the most exclusive places. I thank God because even though I was born with a silver spoon, Life couldn’t have been more perfect. I had no worries. I had a wonderful network of friends and business associates alike and there was nothing I wanted that I didn’t have or couldn’t get. Well, there was one thing I did want that I didn’t have yet. *Deep sigh* I didn’t have a man to call my own exclusively. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t lacking admirers. As a matter of fact I was admired quite well the other night but, it’s just not the same as having someone to call your own. I mean would you rather admire an Hermes bag or experience the pleasure of owning one?

wanna read more? click HERE
all feedback/comments/suggestions will be much appreciated

June 10, 2009

Got a light?

Need a cigarette...

only I dont smoke anymore... one health disadvantage is enough to deal with... no need to compound any issues...

and with all the potential dangers of smoking... i still want one...
I was never a "dedicated" smoker if you will... i was that statistic though... the one that said people start smoking at age 13... I was seduced into it by my cousin. I thought it was cool... even with all the education and anti-smoking ads out there... there this crazy "coolness" to it that I cant quite explain. I did it off and on... mostly off... but it did help to release some stress...
why do we crave things that are sooooooo bad for us... yet make us feel sooooo good...
the payoff really isnt worth it...

actually scratch that...
I dont need a cigarette
I need a vacation!!!

June 3, 2009

Love is a battlefield

finally the words click.
this love relationship business is no joke.

I've been in a relationship with the same guy for the past 6 years... and lately all we've been doing is fighting and making up... fighting and making up.... it seems like an endless cycle... and I started to wonder... maybe this is what divorce is like... you love each other... but only to the extent where you hate each other... if that makes any sense.... You're together so long that some how even though you're so used to each other and love that sense of familiarity, there is a longing to break free and have things change for the better. Why dont we have all the answers to everything... why cant I peak into the future and see what will happen. Or maybe the future is what is happening now and I dont want to accept it.

I'm a believer in love. I love romance novels. I love romantic movies. I love everything to do with love. I believe in the full expression of love in every which way you can imagine. I am a strong believer in And they lived happily ever after. I am very creative so it's not hard for me to imagine all the possibilities... and when my relationship started so many years ago... what didnt I do... everything and anything... all in the name of love... even people thought I was doing too much... and sometimes I have to wonder what ever happened to that fairy tale... my boyfriend and I broke up recently... and I'm not sure if we'll get back together... I'm not sure if it's the right thing to do. I think of a relationship as a garden. If you dont water and weed it and prune the flowers and all that good stufff... if you dont work at the garden, then it will wither and eventually die. But if you want the garden to flourish, then you put in the work... even when you dont want to. And somehow I think le boyfriend and myself are either not working on the same garden... or one person is doing more work than the other and is bitter... it just seems like we're not on the same page.

continue reading...

Perhaps these are the signs that I'm supposed to see. But maybe in my mind I'm rationalizing them. Maybe I'm thinking...after so many years... should we just let go? Perhaps we both need to work harder on this battlefield and turn it into a field of joy and happiness. As I inch closer to 30, I find myself not worried about the age thing... I believe that I will get married at the right time... and the right time may be after 30 and with someone else. Talking to a girlfriend of mine recently, she reminded me how in college I always stated that getting married after 30 is the best... because then you're pretty much mature... hopefully you're in a good place in life and in a better mindset than when you're in your twenties... this conversation can never take place with my mother... and Im not adverse to getting married soon either... although the thought makes me apprehensive... (I wonder if this has anything to do with my parents)

I think any relationship can work if both parties are willing to put in the effort. But when one starts being taken for granted and another person says it's not in their character to express love in your language to you and seems to forcibly put in an effort.... perhaps it is time for the parties involved to part ways... and even though it hurts... time will heal those hurt feelings. For me, when you love someone, doing things to make them happy is something that should become natural... instinctual... it should never feel like too heavy a load to carry... a burden.. expressing love should just become a part of you... a part of your day... it should be more than just saying I love you... it should be doing "i love you" and showing "i love you"... it should be listening to your partner and really understanding what they want... how they feel... and what role you play in that... *deep sigh*

My boyfriend and I were together for a month this past holiday season... everyday! I think there was only one day when we didnt see each other and for a while when I walked, my feet did not touch the ground... but ever since then... it seems that we're on this battlefield and let me tell you it is tres exhausting... or is this a side effect of not being in close proximity? Of course there are different dynamics to this story that have not been exposed here... really really good dynamics... but with all this love today fight tomorrow business.... I wonder... is this a spiritual attack on a relationship so perfect... or rather one that should be perfect... or perhaps it's a reality attack... with a blinking red light... warning... danger danger... disaster (read: divorce) ahead! (and God forbid that I will get married, and not be happy... or that I will get married and get divorced... that is not my own portion in Jesus Name! Amen Amen and Amen)

say a prayer for me and bob if you dont mind!

and just to lighten the mood a little bit... here's a
delightful and very creative video that I stumbled upon recently... i dont know why but i've just been going goo goo ga ga over everything weddings... is this a sign? :-)

Fresh Hubby of LA from Digital Princess on Vimeo.

source: brokeassbride

May 30, 2009

A long story...

hey yall.. check out a new short story series feauturing 8 different bloggers... and 8 different perspectives...

Here are a few excerpts

by FavouredGirl
“Alright, alright” Titi finally said. “I met him at a conference, I noticed him right away because he was the only black guy there. Throughout the conference our eyes kept meeting and afterwards, he came to say hello to me and we got talking. That’s it really”
“What’s his name?” I asked.

by WriteFreak
The phone call with Ebuka ended, I was in shock, I was numb for what seemed like eternity, I dragged myself to sit beside Titi who had been listening intently as I took Ebuka’s call, then I broke into heart wrenching sobs. She wrapped her arms around me and just kept whispering ‘It’s ok, you’ll be fine’.

Want to find out more?
about the story? about the writers?
then check out the blog itself

as the story develops, all comments, suggestions and other feedback will be much appreciated
(click on the picture)

May 15, 2009

Music Im Feeling: Sunny Ade & Onyeka Onwenu - Wait for me

Happy Friday to everyone!
Here's some old school Nigerian music to get your weekend off.

May 12, 2009

Special dedication... and Gratitude

This is dedicated to my mother and to my friend, who recently gave birth to a healthy and gorgeous princess and to all my friends and family that are mothers/mothers to be. Mothers are very special. It can be the best of relationships or the worst of relationships. I am blessed that mine is the best and I'm so thankful that God saw it fit to bless me with a woman that is filled with soooooo much love for God... and so much love for me... and if your mother is no longer here, take a moment to reminisce about the goodness and love that was in her... that's now in you

This song is an oldie... but always a goodie (and it's also in french!)
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Also, in the month of April, I'd like to give special thanks to Rinsola and GoodNaijaGirl who afforded me the opportunity to be the recipient of two special gift packages.

Remember the contest GNG held to commemorate her one year blog birthday? She had a contest where you had to write a 40 word essay on why you should win a particular gift and I won! Click HERE for my winning entry. Well I got my prize in the mail and can I tell you how excited I was. I wasnt sure what I was going to get and when you think about getting a free gift... you just take it as it comes... if it comes... To my delight, it came!!! what I did get was simply beautiful... I thought perhaps I'd only get a necklace but imagine my surprise when I saw earrings in the package!!!!! infact...I've asked if she works on unique designs and she does so I will hopefully be ordering something from her soon!!! You simply have to see the jewelry... you MUST check out her website!!! I am very grateful to GNG for the contest and also a special thanks goes to the talented Jewelry designer Anne. Please check out her website HERE

As if that wasnt enough, Rinsola... wanting to surprise me, sent me my favorite chocolate... Ferrero Rocher..TWO boxes!!! and Woodin material with the matching gele... she tooo dooooooo o! But I am thankful to her... Big kiss for you my dear!

oh... another blogger sent me a box of chocolate too... all the way from London london london (think Fergie)... the chocolate, not the blogger... it was a surprise... and just in time for Easter... I love surprises! My cousins and myself enjoyed the whole box.... them more than me o..... so thank you thank you thank you...

Here's a pic of all that I received
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(sorry.. no pics of the empty boxes of chocolate... didnt think that would be right abi? click the picture to expand) :-)

May 6, 2009

25 Random things

  1. I like meat (chicken more like) and tend to eat it first before anything else on the plate. If you ever meet me... just watch. I just actually realized it late last year... and it wasnt until someone pointed it out to me
  2. I'm all about being romantic without talking too much. Actions always speak louder than words with me... If your words are in form of poetry... a song... cool but other than that... it's all about what you do (as per trying to be romantic)... and being romantic is not a one day a year thing...
  3. In college I used to laugh exactly this way --> hehehehehehe... seriously. just thought it'd be an interesting way to laugh... it was kinda funny... go ahead... amuse yourself... try it! hehehe
  4. I love to reverse to park. I love to do anything that people deem complicated and make it seem easy
  5. I love to read. I read the end of the book before the beginning to determine if I like the end enough to buy the whole thing... see #6.
  6. I am obssessed with passionate about romance novels. I love the idea of happily ever after... and during... and before
  7. I think I like shopping more than I realized. I always said I didnt like shopping but it's actually kinda fun... just not for too long
  8. I love cartoons! Any Jimmy Neutron and Fairly Odd Parents fan out there?
  9. I like to try out new recipes... especially when it comes to desserts. I want to learn how to make a kick ass bread pudding and apple/peach cobbler... yum! I think it'd be great to introduce this to the Nigerian Market
  10. My favorite dessert is apple pie with some melting vanilla icecream over it... double/triple/quadruple yum!!!! If you're ever in ColdStones... try their apple pie a la mode icecream!
  11. I dont like spaghetti or mac n' cheese... no matter how many people tell me "until you try mine"... i still dont like it... or yours!
  12. I find that my favorite colors change... I still stick with red, since it was my first :-) but lately I've been feeling purple... and it's a really cool color on me too.
  13. I love traditional attires in Nigeria. So vibrant/colorful... they're always so pretty looking
  14. I wanted to get married to an Italian when I was younger... so we could drink wine and have lots of kids and raise them in a rich/loving household... maybe romance novels have something to do with this
  15. I want to get a tattoo of a hawk perched on a diamond... right behind my left shoulder
  16. I want to learn to play golf...
  17. I want to learn to play the guitar
  18. I love love songs... I try to save all the unique ones I hear... when Im driving... I try to always have a pen and pad in the car because whenever I hear anything I like, I write it down and go home and search for the song... it's how I found Jason Mraz, Anthony David... really good male artists!
  19. My primary love language is gift-giving... If you love me... or want me to love you... give me a gift! :-) and it doesnt have to be extragavant... but it shouldnt also be senseless... 
  20. I think Igbo is a lovely language... and hausa and yoruba.... I really love when sweet-somethings are whispered in my ear in yoruba... nice way to get me warmed up!
  21. Girls always gush about how they've dreamed about their wedding...their gown and all that from the time they could imagine things... I never did. I wonder if this is weird.
  22. I dont like to wear heels because I think it would make me too tall but there is a certain confidence that comes from it though.
  23. I apparently like Musicals. A friend mentioned it to me the other day... I guess it's true. I love Rent (always makes me cry... love the soundtrack)... High School Music 1, 2, 3, HairSpray... is Sound of Music a musical? LOL... I like that too I guess
  24. I love Jesus! I love Jesus! He's my friend, He's my friend! (singing this to the tune of Frère Jacques)... is this an actual song?... I seem to think it is but dont know the end of it... the Jesus song I mean.... not the Frère Jacques
  25. I use a lot of dots when I'm typing...  (see?)... and I think man boobs are very unattractive! (how's that for Random)
  26. and just to give you a bonus.... because it's something that occured to me recently... I love driving on newly tarred roads... it's like velvet

It's almost embarrassing how long this took. I made up another list on fb but I didnt want to duplicate it on here... Do you know something random about me? What about you?  What's random about you?

I hope you have a blessed day! :-)

April 30, 2009

When I cried for two days...

Another archived post... in my drafts since 12/03/2007...
Cleaning out my junk room which really should be my office... I found this post that I'd printed out... and decided... what the hey... publish it already!!!

In the past, I randomly blogged about my friends... there were two infact I was so close to... well something happened. One of those friends decided to move in... why didnt someone warn me that it could spell death to our relationship..

I have a schedule.. which is so bland. My mother is worried that I will end up an old maid with lots of kittens... eewwwww... God forbid that. I randomly go out.. infact this year I made it a point to go out more... and so far so good but Im really comfortable with my own company...

So said friend moved in and it was all gravy... or so I thought... She cooked! definitely a plus. When I would think of anything, I would always keep her in mind... buy dinner... get some for her... something given at work... get some for her... the point is I felt Id love living with her...

Everything was fine until... she asked me if I didnt want her living there... She said I rarely spoke to her when I was home and that when she didnt live here we used to talk on the phone all the time. I realized that my somewhat reclusive lifestyle might be an issue. I assured her that everything was fine... I assured her it wasnt the lack of rent she wasnt paying... because whether she lived her or not.. guess what? the mortgage is still due right? She was helping with the utilities which was wonderful... paid it all actually... so that kept extra change in my pocket.

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Her main purpose for moving in was because her school was not even 10minutes from me and it was more convenient. But then she moved out... and she was so slick about it too. She came and was asking me some random question about some movies and then said... by the way.. "im moving out"... I was stunned... but I said "ok"... and when she left my room... my eyes stared to water... for two days... my eyes were so puffy... I didnt even know I could cry like that for a friend o. I mean I've cried unexpectedly before. Like when S left for florida... imagine after only one summer of knowing him, I cried... how pathetic really

Even one of my blog brothers was making fun of me... that why am I crying... that it may have to do with her parents or something... I didnt believe it. She was too slick about it... It felt "hidden". The thing about it was I felt she moving out... felt it in my spirit days before she told me... but I told myself to stop jumping to conclusions based on "feelings". But alas, they were confirmed. This same blog friend told me to try and find out why... so I sent her email which she didnt respond to... instead she came to my house on monday to move some of her stuff and left me a post-it note on the bar... I still have it.. I left it on the wall.

The note says... "Hi D, I came to get some of my stuff... I will try to get the rest on wednesday... and oh by the way, as far as your email, it's more convenient"

Chei! It's more convenient for her to live 40mins away? I couldnt believe it. I felt maybe I had done something wrong. Pushed her away. I mean after she complained that I dont really talk to her, I made the effort each time I was home to hang out downstairs with her instead of going straight to my room when I get home... which prior to her moving in is what Id typically do.
I was glad for her honest approach when she confronted me the first time... but this was something else... it's more convenient? I was so hurt...

When she told me she was leaving, I assumed she'd moved all her stuff but she hadnt... after a week of coming by the house and still not moving all her stuff, I called her to come get the rest of her stuff... I wasnt mean about it or anything... I just wanted to know when she would drop off my key... I just felt... that it felt wrong for someone to have easy access to my house who doesnt live there. It wasnt that I didnt trust her... she's cool.. but I just felt it kinda weird...

Part of me wishes I could be mean... like when she got some mail that I deemed important for her... part of me didnt even want to call her to tell her... as a payback... but truly that's not my nature... I always end up doing the right thing.. like when she called me later to ask if she had any mail... I really wanted to say... you need to have your address changed... but I didnt... and I told her to come get it because 'inconvenient' me had been saving it for her in a nice pile along with the shoes she left that I really wanted to chuck in the trash! :-)

I dont think we could ever be friends. My boyfriend at the time... instead of him being supportive... was asking me what I did... and that's exactly one of the reasons I was crying... Everyone assumes that I had to do something wrong... why is it always me... I hate that. Okay... so maybe Im not the easiest person to be friends with.... but does that always put me in the wrong... I knew because this friend had an 'angel' reputation just what role I would get in this...

Did she tell anyone about this... who knows... who freaking cares... well I kinda do.. but I felt so bad afterwards... and I knew somewhere deep down that she'd been dishonest with me and even if the truth hurts I still want to know it and the fact that she couldnt really be honest with me..... shame on her...

I remember this one incident that caused me to ponder... I was going out... but as it is with somtimes I forget things upstairs/downstairs so you'll see me doing alot of that... going up and down for one thing or the other before I finally leave... well on this day... she was on the phone... so she went upstairs... I went upstairs to my room to do/get whatever and when I went back down, I noticed she was downstairs... she went upstairs again.... and there I went as well... not back to back.. but close enough that I noticed that wherever I was, she would leave... now keep in mind that she was in her room so even though I knew she was on the phone I didnt know what she was on the phone about... and that's if I even bothered to want to eavesdrop... which I wasnt trying to do... I was simply doing my normal forgetful routine of going up and down... I thought about that for a minute... You mean you live in this house and whatever conversation you're having... you dont trust me enough to have it so much so that you have to remove yourself from me... now I could have saved her the trouble by telling her that I wasnt paying attention to her conversation... so she coulda stayed in her room and I wouldnt have heard anything anyways.... Till today, Im not sure what she was talking about... it was just something that occured to me as I drove out that day...

point here: really weigh things before you move in with your friend/vice versa

Anyways... that story is over... April is over..
You have no idea how glad I am that this month is OVER!!!
Things happened this month... and I have to believe Im stronger... you know what they say about what doesnt kill you...

How has your week been... I have some things to share but that will be later later...
Have a fab weekend and I declare that May will be a fabulous month filled with wonderful surprises for me... in Jesus' Name... AMEN AMEN AMEN.... and you too o... you better claim it!

p.s. the answers to the rebus puzzle in my previous post are: The Sum of All Fears and Small Talk. Kudos to all who got it right!

April 24, 2009

Barackisha, Obamaniqua and other Ghetto names...

I'm sorry if you're mad at this but if you're the serious fist raised black activist type person... then this youtube clip is NOT for you!!!

I saw this a couple of weeks ago and thought it was funny!
View Clip

This one is not really as funny but it was a playful video response to the first one
View Clip 2

Hope your week is going great! Here's another Rebus puzzle for you.
A REBUS is a picture representation of a name, work, or phrase.
For example:

This translates to
"Head over Heels"

get it?! good!

try to solve these two rebus puzzles...

the answer will be revealed in my next post.

Have a great weekend yall!

p.s. If you're reading this before 7am EST/12noon UK/Nigerian time, TERC is going on now and you can join the conversation: dial 269-320-8200 code: 210524#

April 20, 2009

My confession...

Happy Monday everyone!

Hope you had a great weekend. Yesterday I didnt go to church but I watched it online and then I watched the movie FireProof, which is a really good movie with a fantastic message. [They have a blog too]. Unlike all the wonderful romantic movies we watch or romance novels we read, great relationships just dont happen... it takes work! Amen somebody? Are people willing to do the work though? The chase is fun... what about after that?

I rarely blog about le boyfriend....
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I experience a range of emotions with things concerning him: from butterfly feelings being in love to exasperation to indifference to.... you name it... I've probably gone through it. We have a unique relationship and one of the reasons I dont say much about it is because I want no one to feed me their opinions. He's much better about it than I've been in the past...

There are certain things I like... these things he feels he's not so competent in. And I kind of agree! So forgive me that I get excited when I get these things from other people. I have to wonder though about the 80/20 rule (heard in the Movie, Why Did I Get Married] So, to get some of the things I like... I may be sacrificing the 80 aka le boyfriend... for the 20% aka side attractions. Is anyone ever really 100%

This love business sef. If you are sooooooooooo attracted and soooooooooooo in love with someone... does it/should it make it impossible to be attracted to someone else?

One thing I like about the fireproof movie that was highlighted was that when you're in the dating/courting stage, you're learning all about your partner, but once you're settled in marriage or a long term relationship (like moi), then you kinda take things for granted and stop learning... you stop doing some of things that made the other person want to get to know you ... want to be with you...

I remember once, as my status on facebook I said "if you dont take care of your significant other, someone will do it for you"... which in a way is true...

Anyways all that is a long story...
At the end of the day... I love my boyfriend... with all the range of emotions I feel...
and last week... I wrote some of my thoughts for him... or about him... rather about me...
My Confession...


yes you
I want you like you cant imagine
I know I act all prissy and proper
With polite smiles and cute little head nods
but rest assured that my mind goes beyond my present decorum
I want to lay you out in all kinds of ways
Have you thinking you're going crazy
mind explosions, with simultaneous head convulsions
Baby this is one ride that should never have to end
I want to do everything you've thought of
*[Pause. Think about it.]*
Then start on everything I've dreamt of… imagined… invented…
Oh my my my
I want to...
and then...
and oh baby... that too
Thoughts of you are terrorizing my head and my body
And everything in between
invading my sanity
I'm just about to explode
Gasping for breath...
wanting to die but hoping to live for just. another. moment.
Oh baby
it's you...
no one else but you
it's you that makes me smile
makes me want to spit, you've got me so mad
makes me want to scream illicit words like... and...
My curse and my blessing...
Cant get enough of it all
so dont let the 'lady' fool you baby

This is my confession...
*[Polite smile]*

Have you heard of the 80/20 rule? And how do you know that the person you're with really is the 80... not the 20... and that other person that you're eyeing, thinking they're the 20% really is the 80... tu comprends?

April 13, 2009

Identity Crisis...All things Nigerian

This morning... I'm not sure what drew my eyes to this post... It was saved in my drafts since August 5, 2006. I just thought it was interesting. I used "great" a lot in the post... almost like I was rapping (trying) or something LOL... and the thing is I dont recall feeling like this... Without this post I wouldnt recall some of these people that I mentioned. I guess that's why it's good to keep a journal... offline or otherwise... it helps you remember... It also helps you acknowledge how far you've come... ways in which you've matured. I dont even know why I ended the post the way I did... I must have been feeling silly on that day... anyways... Just for kicks, and in light of the UnNigerian post by Kafo, I thought I'd publish it unretouched... title and all!

Everyone has probably talked about it and maybe even dealt with it. How do you answer where you're from? Some people get mad because the person doesnt answer in the expected way. e.g. A Nigerian asking another one who is clearly Nigerian where they're from and that person answers "Canada" or something off like that. What determines where we are from?

This is a question I had to struggle with. This is my experience.


In America, typically when you're asked where you are from, they typically mean the state. I arrived in the States when I was 12, right after I'd finished Jss 3. Being so young, I was quickly integrated into the culture. Developed what some see as that annoying "valley" accent...used "like" with every other word. Then I moved back east and people would ask where I was from...easy..California. Then I moved back to California...and when people asked me where I came from...easy...from back east...I mean that was where I just came from right?

I never had to deal with this in Nigeria. I was simply from Lagos. A supposedly "true" lagosian...even that story has its comma. Only one of my parents is really from Lagos. I may not have been lagos born but I was Lagos bred and I loved it. As the years rolled by, I distanced myself from everything Nigerian. I didnt realize I was changing but I did. Somewhere along the line I didnt want to be considered Nigerian. This wasnt a conscious decision...I no longer had the accent, I didnt know any other Nigerians except my dad and his random friends and my brother who I doubt remembered how to even spell I-k-e-j-a. I heard alot of bad stories about Nigeria. It seemed Nigeria was Hell. I heard people were running mad, shooting down everyone on sight...banks being robbed, houses being demolished by robbers...I mean I was scared.

But then something happened. I went home. Actually I was forced home. I thought I was going to die. I say "home" now but I didnt consider it then as such. I hated that I was being sent to Hell. From Murtala to home, everything looked dingy...the cars, the roads, the houses...everything looked smaller and old and decayed. I couldnt believe I would be in this place for 3months. I didnt even know anyone. I had since lost touch with all my friends from AirForce.

My cousins live right behind me...we coined "wireless" before cell phones became popular. So I hung out with them. They had to come around the corner and "pick" me up before I would go to their house. Imagine such fear!!!

Slowly though things started to change. I spent alot of time at Dolphin Estate with my friends Seun, Femi, Ayo and it was great. Chilled with Leggy, Gandhi and ' was great. made friends with some "big" boys and it was great. I ran up the phone bill and it was great. I had been reborn. I went to Tejuosho and people were calling me their wife and it was great. People would stare at me and my clothes and it was great. All my aunties and uncles came around and it was great. In short, I loved being in Nigeria.

I went to Dansol. Had to take the bus and that wasnt so great. I never really took the local transportation when I lived in Nigeria so this was different. But I made friends and it was great. It was sooooooo easy to make friends. I fell in love with Isimi, Osondu, Dipo, Tolu, was great. And it was somehow. I got two well paying jobs with no connection and it was fabulous.

I became a Nigerian
I loved the sense of community
Loved how easy it was for people to gather round
or maybe it was because im a fine girl...with no pimples

What an ending!
I can say now that whenever anyone asks me where I'm from, I say Nigeria. Identity Crisis...Solved! I cannot imagine saying I'm from somewhere else. It just doesnt taste right. I Love Nigeria... issues and all.

Do you have any posts or maybe an old journal entry that makes you cringe, cry, laugh or wonder what you were thinking?

Have a happy Monday!

FYI: Answers to the Rebus puzzle in my previous post are: Back to Square One; Two left feet

April 9, 2009

Kids and Social life

I'm excited about this weekend! It's Easter and some of my cousins are coming in to town. I will be hosting them on one of the days and it should be interesting. I get to hang out with the kids... that's what I'm most looking forward to.

I went grocery shopping and driving home I remembered the day before when I had seen a friend. I almost invited her over to my house this weekend as well but something stopped me. I'm sure the invitation would have been graciously declined, however I am not the kind of person to put something out there if I dont really want/mean it. My friend has 5 kids... or maybe it's now 6 and I just thought about not wanting to cater to all of that crowd. I almost laughed at myself because I'd like to have a big family but it just made me wonder if the number of kids you have could impede your social life. Would having a social life even register on your radar when you have so many kids? My friend says, "One child is cute, two children is plenty". Once you start having more than one child, it's like you enter into a different zone... you go from being a girl/lady with a child to a woman with kids

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By now we've all heard about the octo-mom. First off, I cant imagine having 8 children inside your stomach... amazing! But one really has to wonder. A couple of months ago I almost did a re:blog on how many children is too many. I stumbled upon a blog that stated having more than 2 children is environmentally unfriendly. Read HERE. Speaking with my friend, who only has one child, she says you lose something when you have a child... that closeness that you had with your spouse/significant other. Could this be because one party isnt really helping that much? I'm sure that having a child changes the dynamics of a relationship but that's something that can be worked through for the betterment of all parties involved right?

There are so many other things that have been going through my mind about children lately... but I'll share them on another day..

If you're reading this and have children and noticed a change in your social life, do share!


Just a little puzzle before I go... I love Rebus puzzles. A rebus is a picture that represents a name or phrase.

For example:
This translates to: Tickled Pink. Easy right?

See if you can solve these two: post your answers in the comment section.
Answers will be revealed in my next post!

Happy Maundy Thursday and Good Friday.
Any special plans for Easter?

March 22, 2009

Music Im Feeling: Michael W Smith - Draw me close

Happy Sunday. Just got back from church...
Happy Mother's day to the moms in Nigeria/UK... just found out it's based on the 4th sunday in Lent... didnt know that... unlike in the States... it's always in May

I'm feeling this song today. God truly is what I want and ALL that I need!!!

Draw me close to You
Never let me go
I lay it all down again
To hear You say that I'm your friend
You are my desire
No one else will do
Cause nothing else could take Your place
To feel the warmth of Your embrace
Help me find the way bring me back to You

You're all I want
You're all I ever needed
You're all want
Help me know You are near.

Draw me close to You
Never let me go
I lay it all down again
To hear You say that i'm your friend
You are my desire
No one else will do
Cause nothing else could take Your place
To feel the warmth of Your embrace
Help me find the way bring me back to You

You're all I want
You're all I I've ever needed
You're all I want
Help me know You are near (2x)

Help me know You are near (2x)

March 19, 2009

Nigerian Trivia

I'm glad today is thursday... because my weekend starts early... Here's a little something to brighten up your day

Nigerian Trivia:

When did Nigeria become a republic?
a. 1960 b. 1961 c. 1963 d. 1962

For the answer please watch the video below!

and dont forget about TERC tomorrow

March 8, 2009

Bus Connection

Taking the greyhound from down south to up north is not a trip I’d like to repeat any time soon. It takes at least 24 hours. 24 hours stuck in a bus full of strangers with varying backgrounds and varying degrees of smell. Anytime I had to take Greyhound, I always tried to arrive early and get to the front of the line so that I could sit up front closer to the driver, as far away from the back of the bus that housed the toilet. I just didn’t want to sit next to the toilet. I also tried to get a seat to myself by placing my backpack in the space next to me and putting on my headphones. Between the south and the north, there were sooooooo many stops, the drive soooooo long that I started to get numb. I don’t remember the exact day but I remember this trip. It happened after my first year in college. I met a girl. A blonde-haired chic, slim and of average height. I believe she may have had some colored streaks in her hair.

I just so happened to be sitting close to the back on this particular bus and she was either in front of me or next to me on the adjacent row. She was young just like me and maybe that’s where the first connection came. I think she was sitting next to a guy that she was a bit too friendly with, which caused me to wonder, but then my memory is not perfect. I just remember us connecting. Hers was an interesting tale. I wonder now if it was true. It rang true and she had no reason to lie. She was on her way to see her father or mother… one of them. She had lived for so long with one parent, never really having any contact with the other and now after soooooooooo many years, she’d gotten a ticket to go visit. I think it was her father. She seemed pretty happy about it. My thought was that all wasn’t well with wherever she had come from. I felt she was running away from a problem... Maybe she came from a dysfunctional family... who doesnt?

With such a long trip, greyhound makes food stops. At one of these stops we got off, bought some food and just kept talking. I don’t know what either of us talked about but we talked and we just sort of connected. I cant explain it. Maybe two lonely souls sorta recognized each other. I’m not sure what it was. I come from a big family but I’ve always felt like I really don’t. I don’t feel close to a lot of the family members no matter my efforts and no one seems to care or bother. That’s just the way the dice rolls I guess.

Her stop was before mine. The strangest thing happened. We looked at each other like we didn’t want to part and I teared up. We gave each other a hug. A real hug. The one where you can feel the weight of the persons arms as they squeeze you tight. We said our goodbyes. I wish there was some way for us to have kept in touch. As the bus pulled away she stood on the side and I looked out the window... and we both waved to each other. I wonder where she is now. I wonder if she ended up staying with the parent she went to go visit. I wonder how her life is. I wonder if she even remembers that day on the bus. I don’t know why I remember it but I do. And as I remember, I smile. Sometimes you've just got to wonder about the things you remember... about the different connections you make each day and how each connection can alter the events of your life. Did our less than 24hour friendship mean anything? Did it change us or have any impact in our lives? Maybe... Maybe the hug was all that was needed at the time. I dont know... or maybe there was no change... or impact... hard to say... I doubt we’d recognize each other in passing today and certainly my days of travelling long distance by Greyhound is over... Thank you Jesus!

But as I remember her today, I hope she’s living and that she's happy and I pray that God’s favor, blessing and mercy be manifested in her life.

March 3, 2009

Secrets to a successful marriage

I've been caught up recently in so many relationship things... I found a new fascination with all things relationshp/wedding related. I love to plan things naturally... people say I'd be a good events coordinator. It's something that I may look in to eventually. It probably has to do with my attention to the tiniest detail. Anyways I was recently reading an article that gave the recipe for a successful marriage... so I thought I'd share

Secrets to a successful marriage:

- Meeting through friends
- Marrying after three-and-a-half years of courtship
- Walking the aisle at age 31 for the groom and age 29 for the bride
- Keeping the spark alive with 3 calls, e-mails or texts during each workday
- Saying the L-word at least once a day
- Sex 3 times a week
- 4 Kisses a day

This conclusion was reached after surveying 3000 couples. click HERE for the article

I would add God to the mix... not trying to overspiritualize it but I think that having a close relationship with God is key. Im working on that... sortof! God help me! :-)

are you in a relationship? Do you want to be in one if you aren't? Do you know what your love language is? A couple of weeks ago I was fortunate to host a TERC session that talked about love and relationships and in it, I mentioned the bestselling book by Dr. Gary Chapman... The 5 Love Languages. I havent read the entire book but I will... hopefully... at some point. But there's a short quiz you can take... that will give you the results

click HERE to take the quiz.
My primary Love language is Receiving gifts. The least of it is Words of Affirmation. The thing about this is that it can apply to any relationship... even friendship. I love receiving gifts especially ones that have some thought put into it..

What's yours? Do share! :-)

Want to know what the five love languages are? click HERE

February 20, 2009

what IS going ON

Today is Friday... and I am thankful that it's the weekend. So many things have been going through my mind. This weekend is my girlfriend's birthday. She's 30. We're all getting older to the glory of God. I want us to have a girls night out... actually a night in... a sleep over. I think it'll be fun... we can all talk about boys and stuff and what happened during Valentine's day.

I love a good love story. I love all the fluttery feelings and anxious buzz that you get when you're with that special someone. I love it especially when guys go all out for their lady. There's just something oh so charming about it. Vera, (vera I did the green just for you o) to the envy and jealousy of some, recently had a fab val's day. I think she should spread the love and send me some Ferrero Rocher chocolate... I also like Lindt's Lindor Truffles milk chocolate :-). I think the best thing about gift giving is the surprise. But anyways I digress. (speaking of Digress, there's a book I read in highschool... either in French or English class... where if you were talking, the students would yell "digress" or somn to that effect... if you know it from my rather obscure description here... feel free to leave a comment about the name)... so back to the LOVE STORY.

I remember I read this story in a "chicken soup" book... I'm sure of it... or perhaps I saw it online but I'm pretty sure I read it first. The couple was also featured on Oprah. The man met his wife in a concentration camp... he was a prisoner... and she wasnt ... but every day she would bring him an apple and some bread. This happened for 7 months until he was transferred to another camp. During the course of those seven months, they never spoke, else they wouldve risked getting shot by the guards. Decades later, they met by chance on a blind date and after some getting to know you conversation, they each realized who the other person was... she realized he was the prisoner she had given an apple to all those years ago and he realized she was the angel that had fed him during one of the worst times in the History of the world. How amazing is that. He proposed to her right there and then and they've now been married for 50 years... Isnt that a beautiful love story? One that makes you go "aaawwwww" and one that maybe has you wishing that your story is even a quarter as interesting and as awwwish as that.... Here's a brief clip I found on youtube about it.... you just HAVE TO check it out

So imagine my shock, my INCREDULITY when I saw THIS clip:> CLIP

they get awarded a BIG FAT HISS. Infact... I think Im going to start doing that... the BFH awards.

You know... my views on abuse have sometimes been controversial. I remember I blogged about how a man can truly be provoked... not that Im condoning anything but I am admitting that you can provoke someone into acting... go and poke a lion and see what happens... so when the story about Chris Brown came out... I really didnt know what to make of it. He's so young and then of course Rihanna wasnt saying much... HOWEVER... the picture on Perez Hilton's site shows a beat up Riri and let me tell you... I would give Mr. Brown another type of award but as I dont want to advocate any kind of physical abuse... he also gets the BFH award. Nonsense! He needs to get himself together... and I dont buy that "he saw abuse growing up" ish... When you know better, you do better!!! click HERE to view the picture

So on this week on FB... (think soap opera episode ppl) 3 people from my past have added me, including an ex-boyfriend o. Well he's sortof an ex. He's now married. Seeing his pic, I just thought about how the most random person you see can be the most freakiest person and you would never know just by looking at them. I guess that's a good thing... but I've come to realize that Nigerian men are a freaky bunch... so all those dudes that you're squashed up with on the bus and stuff... that you're passing on the street and you think this person is a nobody... look very well... DONT BE FOOLED O... that may just be the person to rock your world!

Im planning to have a great weekend... are you?
ciao ppls!

February 12, 2009


...on TERC
please feel free to join in the conversation

Here's a short video!


January 24, 2009

Music Im Feeling: MI - Crowd Mentality

... just to name one

I've heard about this MI fellow but I didnt pay much attention until today. I was just prompted to search him out after reading someone's blog and I was blown away by his talent... MI apparently stands for Mr. Incredible... and YES! I agree... He is incredible... If, like me, you havent bothered to check him out before... please please do... I havent been this excited over an artist like this in a minute... and If I really like it... you best believe... he's good! How I wish I had paid attention prior to now... I would have his album now... but I've since placed my order for it...

Also check out Drop it like it's hot from his MixTape1

January 21, 2009

2009 Prophecies

Sometimes I sit and wonder what I really did in Nigeria for a month... sometimes I feel like I did nothing but it's amazing how full one day can become with so much activity.

I had the opportunity to visit the Redeemed camp while in Nigeria. That place is quite impressive. It's just amazing what God is doing through Pastor Adeboye. I read in the papers that he was listed in Newsweek as one of the 50 most influential people in the world... one who hasnt being plagued by any scandal. To God be the Glory... I pray that God will continue to strengthen him and keep him safe so that he can continue to do that which he has been ordained to do.

I thought I'd share with you, the prophecies that he shared with us at the camp...

  1. This will be the year of Joy to the wise
  2. As stars @ midnight, the economic gloom coming upon the world will produce some very bright spots. Inspite of the economic crunch some children of God will have fantastic financial breakthroughs
  3. Every year has its ups & downs. 2009 will be no exception. However for the children of God, the Ups will outweigh the downs in magnitude and frequency
  4. Concentrated prayers are needed to reduce the frequency and intensity of natural disasters
  5. Pray against assassination attempts against world leaders

  1. Intensify prayers for the President
  2. Nigeria will be given a new opportunity for peace & tranquility. Pray it wont be wasted
  3. Those who have made money their god, will discover it has strong wings
  4. Problems will drive many back to God with the end result of Heavenly Joy
  5. Pray against suicide among the high & mighty

Thank God for yesterday. I didnt think I would get emotional but I did. I hope for the best for myself... I hope for the best of this great nation... and for my country Nigeria

In your church, what was this year declared as... any shared prophecies?.... do share!

Have a great rest of your week!