Just Xmaxxing within

for some days now, i'd been floating
floating: it seemed everything that was happening had happened once before and was just repeating itself.
so i told my friends at school, that i am floating because my spirit had gone home and my body was still in school.

but now i am at home with my spirit
and i am no longer floating
and i am xmaxxing with high spirits.
and it's hard to believe xmas is here
and that i am still here and i am happy
it kind of makes me believe anything is possible.

ok, i know i am ranting, and i have been ranting a lot lately.
but the koko is just this: no mattter where you are at any point in time
and it seems to you that you have sank to the lowest possible level
and that happiness has become permanently elusive
just think of christmas time, the time that only comes once a year
the time when everyone is happy
and know that, when christmas comes, you will be happy.
this is xmas, i am happy. be happy.
i love you all, at xmas, and always.

WORDS

holding when i don't want you to
leaving when i want you to hold

makes you feel weak
helpless
wordless
horro.rewind.play.rewind.play.never end. horror

8-letters: w-o-r-d.s-a-l-a-d
i feel the end
it would start again
horror: rewind.play.
word salad

i want to say something
without having to say it
putting new wine in old pot
i thought i had a new pot
i wish i had a new opot
i really did have a new pot
i lost it

leave my hand. just three simple words
not like i don't want you to hold it
i just want to know you can leave it, that's all.

it makes me feel
dangerous joy
de ja vu
horror. play. rewind.play.rewind.play
word salad


hey blogsville, longest time. yesterday i was trying to insert a link, i failed as usual. i'd keep trying sha. sunnyside, thank you for laughing at me eh. one day God would answer my prayers. don't bother teaching me anyway.

i am not doing theatre arts, for those that asked long ago.

i have been so busy preparing for my exams. see how the nobel laureate Albert Einstein defines environment 'anything that isn't me'

see how my lecturer defines environment 'the total sorrounding of man, including air,water, lan, natural resources, flora, fauna, and humans including their interactions'

if only my lecturer could borrow a leaf from Einstein, and spare me the whole vocabs. i might actually find more time to blog.

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Discomfort

What's up everyone. For those in Naija, hope you are enjoying your public holiday.
there was a crazy rumour last night that Yar'adua ia dead. Hope it's not true.

Anyway, my recent blog posts have been about things that just enter my mind at that moment, cuz i really can't find time to write the blogspots and all. so these are things on my mind now.

Hope Yarrrry is not dead

this is second semester, and i am getting acquainted with almost everyone in my hall, and i have to say 'hi' to them with a fake smile. i hate it, and sometimes i just pretend i don't see them. i am tired of all the fake 'hi's'. mine is fake, theirs is fake. we don't know each other, why must we say 'hi' yet i can't ignore them. what do i do?

my class have been acting dramas since the beginning of the semester. my group would be acting on Monday. i am acting the part of what? the girl who dies from drinking dirty water or something...' let it just come and go. And i want forty marks, wish me luck.

what else was on my mind. ok, for the girls. if you meet this nice guy on the bus and you guys get talking and you find out he is really nice, though you don't want to give him your number, then he asks for your number at the end of the journey, what would you say. cuz all my replies these days sound like i am forming 'hard to get' or they sound like 'cliches' help out.

Sex transmutation

Thanks everyone for your comments. school got busy once again and i had to go MIA. But i am looking forward to the public holidays, thursday and Friday... free days!!!

I am reading 'think and grow rich' by Napoleon Hill, and there is a place he talked about sex transmutation, which means channeling your sexual energy to something more productive. It just got me interested.

Anyway, i over heard some girls talking in class yesterday and this was their conversation.

'leave all these things they say oh, men of these days respect women who are good in bed, who wants to marry a virgin...'

that kind of talk.

'Men respect girls who are virgins' sounds like a lie, but even if it's true, who cares.

'men respect girls who are good in bed' oh God! what wont i hear.

okay our mother's taught us to close our legs so our husbands would respect us, i imagine us teaching our children to go out there and learn every possible style so their husbands can respect them.
the world is indeed rapidly changing.

anyway, i don't care about virgins and non virgins who are more respected, i just hate listening to unnecesary conversations.

why is it you never hear guys discussing the kind of man a girl respects.

no! as long as a guy has a penis he is bound to be respected...

my class girls are going marriage crazy these days and it is driving me crazy.

anyway, while replying to your comments on my last post, i wanted to say 'it is good to cry' and instead i wrote 'it is good to come'. now i am blushing, or i would have been blushing if i was white. it is sha good to cry, not come.

anyway, i want to know more about sex transmutation, anyone, does it work?

when last did you cry: why do we cry: this is no rant; this is a raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaant

we cry to lubricate our eyes.

Firstly, i cried today.

the bank people don't want to give me back my Atm card. it's been three weeks now since their naughty machine seized it. And those bank women are just evil. i am going back tomorrow for them cuz i have had it up to here *you know where*

when i came back from the bank i used all my anger to punch my laptop start button and it went inside, and i thought it had gotten spoilt.

so i started crying and laughing at the same time, but really crying.

i have had this urge to cry for sometime now, but i keep convincing myself that crying is childish, so i didn't cry, but now that i have cried i feel better.

and everyone is asking 'what's wrong with your eyes' and i am lying 'Harmattan'

harmattan is a perfect excuse anyway, it's horrible, i don't like it again. can't it just wait for xmas? and this week is so boring cuz we dont have lectures cuz final years are defending their projects.

and it's good to feel sad once again, cuz i actually wrote something today, something which didn't turn out to be nonsense.

i have refused to admit the real reason behind this crying. how does nature play these cruel jokes. bring two perfect things together then make it impossible for the perfect things to really be together. it's so frustrating!!! i feel like screaming!!!!

my friends don't think i can cry, even when i cry they say i am laughing, and that i can never be serious in my life, do i need to cry blood before they know i am really crying. anyway i am laughing while i am crying cuz it's funny that i should be crying. i am not a baby!

okay now i am gossiping, in the cyber cafe where i am browsing, this half naked girl is letting the cafe attendant feel her up, i wonder what the ugly man gave her, free time? N100. some girls should be flogged. now i feel better

Show me your friends

I am reading Bridget Jones diary by Helen Fielding, and wishing that one day I would be able to write a real diary. I must confess though, that I enjoyed the movie more than the book, and this has never happened. I always thought, I enjoy reading over watching. But the writer sha did a good job, Bridget Jones life reminds me of the lives of the women of sex and the city.


Anyway, I want to blog from my diary today, on something I wrote about my friends.

Show me your friends and I would tell you who you are. Lots of people agree that the phrase is totally true, but I could argue that some of the friends I keep, do things that I would never dream of doing. Like


Gossip with sympathy. (and the worst is that when you remind them they are gossiping, they say ‘I don’t gossip’

Like someone wants to gossip about another person and starts by saying ‘I am so worried about this girl’, so it won’t sound like she is gossiping.


Refer borrowers to me
Someone goes to her to borrow a book, and though she has the book, she lies that she doesn’t and then pretends to be nice by sending the borrower to me, and assuring the borrower that I have the book.


Borrows money and then is shameless enough to borrow again without returning the first.
I guess this doesn’t need explanations. Some people were born this way. And some of them are my very good friends.


Think marriage is an ultimate aim.
Some of my twenty year old friends are so worried about marriage, it is sickening. They refer to their boyfriends as fiancés and when they say so proudly ‘my fiancé sent me money’ I feel like throwing up. Whatever happened to a girl’s ambitions? I am no feminist oh! At twenty, a girl should think about marriage, but not be so worried about it, as though that’s all her life was ever about. Moreover, they have broken up with so many fiancés already.


Friends who automatically assume that I am the protagonist of every story I write. It doesn’t matter if I have stopped writing in first person because of them. I could write in hundredth person for all they care. I still get the reply ‘when did this happen to you’


Friends who read my screen over my shoulder, worse is when i am on the internet.
It goes like this

Friend: wow! You are browsing
Me: (here it comes) yeah
Friend: please help me check something now
Me: sorry I can’t, I have many things to do, and limited time
Friend: please, please, it’s very important
Me: alright, what is it
Friend: I want to check my mail, it’s very important
Me: (quickly opens to yahoo mail, she refuses to tell me her password or even her mail address and insists on typing it herself, she types so slowly… then finally the mail box opens
You have no mails. This is just welcome to yahoo
Friend: I know, I have never used it; I just wanted to see my mail box.
How annoying. It leaves you speechless.


Lastly, friends who talk to me about their periods.
Especially when they refer to it as their visitor. And keep saying things like ‘ah, my tommy, it is not easy to be a woman’. awwwwwwwww!


They are my friends whom I love but who I would never ever be. so show me your friends, and i would show you who you are? who even said that?

the dolls and i

this fine boy is my screen saver. i got the pic from a friend's phone. don't you love him

and the first handsome baby boy there is a boy i bought recently. i was in a hostel where a woman was selling teddy bears, i noticed the doll and how everyone ignored it so i bought it. oh how they laughed at me when i bought this thing. people are so superstious. my roomates want it out of the room, and some of my friends can't even touch it. a girl wounded herself running from it. i love to carry it about the hostel and some people believe there's a bush baby crying behind the hostel, and that the doll must be that bush baby. my mum would surely have high blood pressure if i take it home.

the more they hate it, the more i love it.

and by the way his name is BOM-BOI.

and btw, i am now a gatherer of ugly dolls and teddies, they occupy like half of my bed. why do i like the ugly ones? cuz nobody loves them!

changing Gods and setting records straight

Last saturday, me and the some of the most beautiful souls you can find around here, reached out my school with free copies of rhapsody of realities.
not only was it fun to dance around the whole school, it was fulfilling to tell people about my God

which brings me to the second issue. there really are several gods and just one God. when i hear some people talk about god, it is just so impossible that that could be the same God i know. it is just impossible. this God i know, is just awesome. he watches my back and is permanently looking out for me, he talks to me and i even see him in all of the beautiful souls around me.

i didn't come to preach. i just came to make a recomendation i feel is neccesary. please if you hate your god, it's high time you change him. get to know mine. please!!! because we just can't be talking about the same God.

anyway, last night i was reading a novel written by a Nigerian when a friend came by to borrow a novel. i asked her to take the one i was reading since i had already read it the first time. she started to take it, then stopped to ask

'Hope it is not Nigerian'
i was like, 'it is written by a very intelligent Nigerian'

she then gave me one long hiss and asked me to get up and give her a foreign novel. i felt so insulted i had to ask my roommates to help chase her out of the room. she said

'no, i can't read Nigerians oh, they write nonsense'

i was like, even Chimamanda, even Jude Dibia?'

and she was like

'who is Chimamanda, i have never heard the name, if she was as good as you said, i would have heard her name'

imagine that? my room mates helped me chase her of course. i understand when people criticize 'made in Nigeria goods' if you see a car made in Naija today better run, or if you are going hunting with a made in naija gun, better carry back up. Nigerians can make these things oh, but they don't have the technology. but talking about something like writing, where you just have to sit down and think. does she want to say the naija brain is someone inferior to a foreign brain.

i would never lend her my novels again. not foreing, not Nigerian! bye bye

i am pissed, i am pissed, i am soooo pissed

firstly, this cyber cafe should be shut down. their systems are soooo old, their server is permenently down, they have enough virus to last the whole of Nigeria. i don't know why i keep coming here?????????????

ok, i wish i could blog more often, i read blogs, but signing in is soooooo difficult.

ok, tired of ranting. what did i want to talk about.

i am tired of my class mates asking me what i am doing in the cyber cafe. most of them don't know what 'blogging' means, so i just have to say 'facebook' and then they give me this 'you have time to waste' look. it is sooooooo annoying.

i want to change my name. it's long, and the short form is unpronouncable, if there's a word like that. my friend says i should use 'smallville' and that's cuz she is in love with clark kent. suggestions are welcome

i saw a girl that looks so much like Christina Yang from Grey's anatomy. she looks so much like her. she is a Nigerian oh. i wanted to ask her if i could take her pic, but you know Christina's face is scary and soooo cold, she looked like she could...

ok, it's night, they would soon be locking my hall, i have to leave the cyber cafe.

Oh god!

where do i start. seems i have been gone for so long. my laptop fell down on it's one year birthday and is really misbehaving. in the cyber cafe, it has been impossible to sign in to blogger. so i have been doing a lot of reading and no commenting.

Myne, hope you aint planning on leaving me out of the awoof. my e-mail is brenabright@ymail.com

Rose, i am so going to miss you. hope you'd be back.

september, please if you decide to change url, inform me. thanks

okay to the main idea of the post. what do you think of the name Biafra?

like, 'i come from Biafra'?

i love Nigeria, the sound of it.

if anyone is planning to split the country i think the person should find a better name for my own part of the country. what do you think.

i miss you guys. the semester is so short and we have so many classes in a day, but tomorrow is lecture free, so i think i'd be here. i am so glad to be back to school. you guys should help me pray so they pay my lecturers, they all seem so angry, even the non academic staff. they've not been payed for three months. we are starting exams in the next two months, can you imagine. take care

I have grown.

i am soo late for my blog rounds. i fell ill, malaria. today's mosquito is a stubborn one, and malaria drugs don't seem enough. Anyway i am here now.

Not too long ago, i was readin my S.S.3 diary and i realized: i have grown.
my views have changed, really changed.

drinking: in S.S.3: Alchohol was a bitter substance, stupid people drink it. how can you drink something that bitter and pretend it's sweet

today: alchohol is a bitter thing. i don't know why i drink it, i don't know why i drink too much, and throw up, and fall asleep and fall ill, and still drink it. i have become one of the stupid people


kissing: dirty business. how can you be allowing another person's saliva to be entering your mouth, when you are not even sure the person brushed his teeth. tufia!

today: forget it, brushing or no brushing, kissing is sweet.


sex: my secondary school matron used to say: "it starts with letting him hold your hand, from there he would touch you, from touching he would kiss you, from kissing sex, to pregnancy, to abortion which is murder, or you drop out of school and become a teenage mother, why go the way if you aren't ready to go all the way. why let a boy hold your hand if you aren't ready to have sex" i used to believe her

today: well, holding your hand wouldnt neccesarily lead to sex, but then i could keep kissing till marriage. sex could wait.


buying sanitary towel from men: in S.S.3, God forbid!!! what would the man start thinking.

today: big deal. gosh, i was so stupid.


life in general: if i ever get into big trouble, daddy would take care of it

today: daddy won't always be there, but i have found a God who is always there. sometimes i get into so much trouble that it seems there is no way out, but God never let's ,e bite more than i can chew. he is a cute God, and i am grateful to him for my twenty one years on earth. say happy birthday!

the strike is over. i am soooo happy. i'd be going back to school tomorrow, and might be missing in action for a few days, probably two or three days to settle down in school. i missed and would still miss blogsville.

these leave me puzzled!!!

Four things i can't understand


Parents who are yet to pick up five year olds, three hours after school.

Wives who cheat on their husbands. I understand the vice versa, but no matter how much i try, i can't understand wives who cheat.

Boyfriends who always ask their girlfriends for money. I do not really understand the vice versa, but for the guy to always ask is just simply unbelievable.

Parents who let kids under ten walk home from school, on very busy roads. I am not judging them, i don't just understand them.


one thing i cannot get used to.

Flashing.

someone starts to call you, then as soon as the phone start ringing she changes her mind,and decides you should be the one doing the calling. so she starts to 'start calling and stop calling over and over and over and over and over again. It's hard to explain cuz it doesn't make sense. i hate!!! everyone is used to it, but i just can't get used to it.i don't like the way it pisses me off to a frustrating level.

worse is that, when you call the flasher back, he/she would say

flasher: i was just missing me
me: you could have just called, if you were really missing me
flasher: no credit, i just wanted you to know you are always on my mind
me: no, what you did was piss me off, wake me from sleep, got me running for my phone just to get there and see a missed call, got my blood pressure high from irritation, distract me in a class, make a lecturer confiscate my phone... the list is endless
flasher: I am sorry, i just wanted to...
me: okay now i know, and now you've heard my voice, please don't flash me again
flasher: haha, that's not possible, flashing must continue.

i end the call, and the phone goes again. flashing!!! flashers!!! how can i escape

Hey baby; can i get to you

those are the Igbo business man's favorite toast lines

hey baby; can i get to know you
don't do your face like thati, no be human being that is talking to you
let me tell you, it is not in appearance but what is in the pocketi
bcuz, after all this your guy, when i start to roll money, you would follow me to my house
and m'geme gi many many things.

How do you start to reply to that can of thing...

anyway, baby i really want to know you.

i have always been fascinated with zodiac signs, temperaments, any of such classifications that help me group people and actually know who they are. so i want to get to know you baby.

Zodiac sign: Scorpio
temperament: san-mel
age: 20
blog pet-peeves: (by this i mean anything you see in blogsville that really really pisses you off in a helpless kind of way) Mine is when i read a blog where the owner posts a very poorly researched article, containing no proofs for any of his/her points, a lot of vulgar words, insulting authority, and having no regard for any respectable thing at all.

tell me yours. All info is optional. feel free to skip anyone.

My love is enough for both of us.

please after reading, i would like to know what you think of the girl and the guy.
and while commenting, someone please teach me how to insert link

You must have met him!

on that fateful day, when you were too depressed to wear make-up and too tired to put on a smile.

and despite the fact that you were aware how ordinary you must look, he walks up to you from nowhere, looks into your eyes, and says 'you are such a beautiful girl'. In an innocent way that doesn't let you suspect he is hitting on you.

you smile, say thank God and keep walking.

then later in the evening, when you were happier, and made-up, you strolled down to buy drinks with your girlfriend's and who do you met but him and his boyfriends.

he smiles when he sees you, asks you to come over, and says to his friends 'this is the girl i told you guys about' and you wonder, what could he have told them about you, he doesn't even know your name.

and his friends are like 'oh, the pretty girl from this morning, you weren't exaggerating'.

you take a better look at him. he is definitely handsome,he is tall, he is reserved, even shy...

and then you tell him your name, and meet his friends, and he meets your friends. he gets your number, and from then he really starts to hang around you.

you discover you like him as a person but he would do too bad as a boyfriend. First he is a good boy and you like bad boys, and secondly,he just seems to be willing to lay down his life to please you, yet you seem to value the things that play hard to get.

so from the start you know, this isn't just gonna work. but then he is too nice to ask you out too soon, so for a six whole months, he just keeps hanging around, buying you stuffs, pleasing you.

then one day, he sees you hanging out with this Micheal-the-bad guy and he realizes he has no right to stop you. he says hello to both of you and goes away.

then later that evening he comes to your room and starts to mumble some incoherent things. you know he is asking you out, but you can't just make any sense from the words he is saying.

you pretend like you don't understand, because he is too nice for you to reject him, yet you don't exactly want him.

'I don't understand what you are saying' you lie

it was painful enough for him to say the first time, so he gets angry and asks
'how can't you understand'. then stalks home.

you are relieved it is finally over, but the next morning, he is at your door with gifts, apologising for how things ended the night before. you love the gesture and wish that Micheal-the-bad-boy could learn how to pull romantic stunts like this.

you know you can't keep leading good boy on, so you reject his gifts, and tell him in plain english

'I can't date you'

'why, but i love you' he says

'I don't love you' you say, and it breaks your heart to say it, cuz those aint words you like to say to anyone, most especially to a really nice person.

but he surprises you with his reply

'it doesn't matter, my love would be enough for both of us, and one day, you would finally learn to love me'

'I can't learn it' you say 'you aint ...'you can't risk saying 'you aint just my type so you say...

'it's better to stop all these now, all the gifts and stuff, cuz we'd never be anything'

and he says
'how can you say that after everything we've been through'

everything you've been through? you wonder if there was some part you missed. what have you been through? he sees the question on your face and replies

'Have you forgotten the beginning? i remember the very first day i met you. you wore a black skirt, a yellow top, and a flat sandal. you wore no make-up, yet you looked so beautiful, and i saw you from the shop where i had gone to buy a wristwatch and i left the shop i walked up to you and said "'you look so beautiful". can you remember your reply...'?

you can't remember so he says

'you said "Thank God, then you smiled and walked away, can you remember where you were going...'

you can't remember so he says
'i followed you, you were going to...'

you are really flattered by this devotion, yet you can't stop wishing it was Micheal the bad boy who would pay attention to all these details instead.

you finally find a way of getting good boy to go home broken hearted, and once he is home, all his friends start to call you.

'how could you do this?' And all of a sudden you realise that everyone except you, had assumed you were dating goodboy. and you try to put the pieces together, hanging out with his friends, accepting his gifts, maybe that was their idea of dating. it didn't matter that he never officially asked you out, that you two didn't do or discuss anything personal together.

later that day he comes back to your room again. you don't let him in. you stand at the door to discuss
'are you still breaking up with me' he asks

you get angry

'why are you using the term breaking up, i never even dated you, how can you lie to everyone else and lie to yourself too'

and he says
'is there anything i do wrong, anything at all, tell me and i would change'

and in your mind you are like, 'you are too nice, that's your problem.

as if he reads your thought, he curses you, strings of hot angry curses

'i know girls like you, you run away from people that truly love you, and then you end up in the hands of players who would mistreat you and break your heart...'

you are surprised and glad at the same time, atleast now you know he is capable of cursing. and now you have a reason to slam the door to his face.

but long after he is gone, you lay on your bed and ponder on his last words. he had been perfect, he had everything you wanted in a guy, maybe too much of everything, he was certainly good, but yet somehow your heart lay with Micheal. Micheal the bad boy,Micheal the one who would one day break your heart, but then you don't mind

your love would be enough for you and Micheal.

Me and my buttons

Ignore button: this works when I am pissed

Self-destruct button: it works most when I am bored.

Self-defense button: this is how it works; you hate me, I hate you back for no other reason than you hate me. Self-defense.

Self-hate button: this one comes to life after I have procrastinated everything I was supposed to do, until there is no more time to do them. Then I really start to wish I were a different person.

Silence button: this works like the ignore button too, except that when I do not want to listen to someone, I use the ignore button, but in silence, I would be pissed, I would listen to you, yet I would be silent.

Piss off button: when I am pissed, I use this, to really piss someone else, and then gain a temporary moment of joy.

Regret button: after using the silence button, I begin to wish I had used any other button. Silence isn’t a virtue. Anyway, which of the buttons are? Silence does not let you retaliate, that is a better reason for hating the silence button.


Anyway, I have lost all these buttons, or rather, they seem to be malfunctioning, and I am kind of happy about it, they weren’t good buttons anyway.


I passed by the field of the sluggard
By the vineyard of a man without sense
And lo, it was overgrown with thorns
And the ground was covered with nettles
And it’s stone was broken down
Then I saw it, and considered it
I looked and received instruction
A little sleep, a little slumber
And poverty would come upon you like a robber
Want, like an armed man.

Very little sleep. If you ever spend a week of your life and you never for once prayed to God, or if you are a writer and for a whole month you just didn’t write a thing. That was a little sleep, a little slumber, and poverty of thought has come upon you, like an armed man.

Unorganized thoughts!!!

Chivalry is dead.
this is an underdeveloped country
it is a wicked world
we no longer have culture and traditions
Eze has gone to school

Chivalry is dead!
who killed him or her... no..him
who killed Chivalry??????????
did you kill him

This is an under developed country.
yet they are convinced that development is measured by the mind-set of people in the country
are we under-developed people????????????
are you under-developed

It is a wicked world
yet they sing 'we are the world'
are we the world????????????????
are you a wicked person.

we no longer have culture and traditions
we are so intent in imitating the western world
you imitate the western world?????????????
do you have traditions or Christianity? choose!

Eze has gone to school
He went since i was in primary five
he never came back
is Eze dead

Who the hell is celebrating... what... and why???

last night lightening struck the bell

it was raining, and there was lightening, and thunder. i hate both. i hate rain too. anyway it was middle of the night, lightening struck, then the door bell went. it was like a horror movie. i called someone right then and while he tried explaining how lightening can strike the door bell, i couldn't stop visualizing the horror movie... first lightening, then the door bell... then you know what next? it was a sleepless night!

even the dog died

remember how i said recently that because of my uncle's death, i was tempted to start loving the dog. the dog died yesterday. it seems everything is dying


who is celebrating what

Nigeria is a failed state. who wants to celebrate that. join me in my special program, it is called 'fast till you get hungry'. we would be fasting for Nigeria today, if you have already eaten, i order you to throw up and join me.

this is my birth month

count down! 23 days to go. boy! am i getting old. ASUU is not helping matters, i am getting old at home. please don't say 'happy birthday in advance'. reserve it for my special day. thanks.


second class citizen by Buchi Emecheta

i am through. it was good.


what a prince got to do just to be with you
doesn't necessarily mean i wanna sleep with you
i'm in need of a princess and i think it's you
hm hm hm hm hm hm hm
i dont need to ask my friends what they think of you
i see my future wife when i look it's you
see i love you from your hair to your jimmy choo
gonna kiss you even if you got the flu
see i got what it takes to make your life easy
you know how it is, the prince of effizy
you never gotta see me flirting on t.v
believe me, im not decieving...

Wande cole, slowly slowly crushing my crush on Dbanj and totally totally taking over

I am jobless... and i have a match box

Didn't plan on posting again so soon, but i had to cuz 'i'm jobless'

woke up today and although i can surf from home, i opted for the cyber cafe cuz i am jobless

at the cyber cafe, i started to go through all the stuff in my bag cuz i am jobless

novels... even mills and boon, lots of phone chargers, lots of reciepts, I.D cards, A.T.M cards, and a *match box*.

A match box, how did it get in there. what kind of a girl carries a *match box*. maybe it's a weapon to attack people like this...

one guy just walked up to me, looked into the blog i was reading, and asked me 'sorry, is that a dating site'

i couldn't believe it, so i asked him what, and again

'sorry, i said. is that a dating site'

i felt like stricking my match. is that the latest easiet way to chat
okay now so i left my house to come and look at dating sites
anyway, i left my house to come and read blogs
is there much difference, blame it on my joblessness.
and he wont take his eyes off my laptop.
i would soon be forced to strike my match and burn someone
i am jobless!!! an idle girl with a match box is the devil's workshop


Anyway. Emecheta's second class citizen reminds me of unbridled by Jude Dibia. Atleast they have similar themes.

"But Jesus was an Arab, was he not?. so to the English Jesus is coloured. all the pictures show him with the type of pale colour you have. so can't you see that these people worship a coloured God, but refuse to take a coloured family into their home"

that's from her 'Racism' theme

this woman has interesting views!!! lots of them

What's so special about the guy

When Trey tells Charlotte to measure his John Thomas. I wonder. What happened when guys didn’t have enough sense to use names: my John Thomas, my dick.


Btw, people still bear the name Dick, and meanwhile change of name just requires an affidavit, and publishing it in a newspaper.


Btw, what is so special about this Dick, that every Tom, Dick, and Harry has named his Dick after him. Who knows the history of this name Dick

and btw, when the words My Dick, my thing, my John Thomas, or even my Penis wasn’t in existence. What had Adam said to eve: Nne, I have noticed this long thing dangling in between my legs, and I seem to think it would perfectly fit into…

That’s enough of my thoughts today! Since I don’t intend enabling content warning


“Those God-forsaken missionaries! They had taught Ada all the niceties of life, they taught her by the bible, where a woman was supposed to be ready to give in to her man any time, and she was to be much more precious to her husband than rubies. It was alright for a man who had seen rubies and knew their worth. What of a man who would throw rubies away, thinking that they were useless stones.”


I am re-reading Buchi Emecheta’s second-class citizen. She sounds feminist to me. and her not-so-subtle themes do not really appeal to me because I do not like themes to be so obvious.


anyway, I totally like this part. Bible says a man who finds a good wife finds rubies. What if the man doesn’t know what rubies are. What if it is the kind of man who just classifies all women as “women”. so whether he finds rubies or useless stones, he just thinks they are all the same thing.



Anyway, on a totally different issue, I keep meeting people these days who think it is fancy, and kind of new-school, or maybe macho, not to believe in God. What could be the cause of this latest nonsense!