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What is in a girl’s bag?

I have never had cause to worry when someone wants to check my handbag. Like kini big deal? What is in it that has never been seen right? I have never given much thought to someone looking into my bag. Till today. A colleague dropped her car key with me and nonchalantly, I dropped it in my bag. Fast forward to later in the day. I was at lunch and she needed to move her car. Rather than “disturb” me, she goes to my bag and picks her key. I return from lunch and she tells me she’s picked her key. Three seconds after, I start to “worry” and quickly picked my bag to see what I had in it. The usuals – perfumes, deodorant, lipsticks, lip glosses, biros and pencils, comb, brush, gum, ID card, wallet, hand lotion, hand sanitizer, dental floss, oil control tissue, handkerchief, earpiece, phone charger, pashminas, bank tokens, complimentary card holder and cheque book.

Then I say to myself “you have nothing to fear”. I sat there thinking “when did I get to the worrying when someone looks into my bag” stage? Like it has never happened. Plus when did I start to carry my “whole room” in my bag? Short of seeing panties, bra, tooth paste/brush or dresses in the bag, I can do a sleep over anywhere. And the bag na one small bag. No wonder it always feels heavy. Help please, is this what a typical girl’s bag contains? Pray please, when did I get here?

That said, I have no idea why I feel like a cheat because I use 2 salons. I mean old salon is cheaper, doesn’t fix my hair as good as new salon but I have been using them for so long it just feels awful letting go. And every time I go to old salon, I feel like I am cheating on new salon and vice versa. I try to do a 2 weeks ish. So fix at both every month but it is becoming a chore and weighing on my conscience. Someone please help!!! How do ladies/guys cheat on their partners? It is so hard…..

Why do people always assume a girl has what she has because a man is funding it? I really don’t get it. I can’t buy stuff myself or what?

I am every inch an impulsive buyer – especially when it comes to cupcakes and shoes. I mean there is no better way to say sorry, I love you, whatever you wanna say than sending cupcakes. The kind of life cupcakes give me ehn. Even me I cannot explain. I am sat at work now and seriously craving cupcakes. I think my cupcakes person is out of town. I hope she is able to hook me up with something sha. I only do cupcakes from one person, though though I hear there is a new place (in Victoria Island) that their cupcakes is heaven. I should try them right? Ha ha, I should try BBQ and Cravings too. Anybody been there? Reviews please.

Shoes… where do I start? Before the thing becomes an idol in my life, I have decided to start to give out shoes. Abi? What do ya think?

The Expendables 3 is out. And there is no Chuck Norris or Bruce Willis…. I don’t get. God is watching Sylvester Stallone in 3D. I remember seeing 2 with my cousin and less than half way through, she had dozed off in the cinema. Maybe doze off is a mild word. She was actually really sleeping. *smh*. Time to find a proper cinema partner.

All is well in the world again. Football season is BACK!!!!

Anyways good people, have a lovely weekend before I continue ranting….

N.B: Birthday countdown begins end of the month. Hint hint, there should be a give-away in November, God willing. So brace yourself!!!! *winks*

xoxo

 

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10 years on

This day 10 years ago (don’t feel like 10 years at all), I left/graduated/passed out of Secondary School. It is freaking surreal. Like I can’t believe I have been out of Secondary School 10 years. I think about my “dreams” and what I planned to do within the 10 years. Yes, I had the 10 year plan post-Secondary School and another 10 years post University plan. Tracking my life since then, I am about 90% done with my post-Secondary School plan. Commendable yeah.

I believe my ex-classmates had a reunion on Saturday 5th. It woulda been great seeing people again all in one room. Asides the occasional running into ex-classmates at the supermarket, mall, at work, airports. Oh well….

Today however, I choose to not only remember the good, the bad, the ugly, the times I cried, the times I laughed, those who made my stay the best, those who peppered me (I forgive you). I choose to remember 2 people who my Secondary School story won’t be complete without.

A. We were classmates all of Primary School and Secondary School. Primary School and the first half of Secondary School because her surname came before mine (my first name is also a letter more than hers). So we were stuck in the same class. I stumbled on one of our Primary School Valedictory service picture and we were sitting next to each other (I guess we were “arranged” based on our last names). Second half of Secondary School, we had no reason to be classmates. The determining factor to be in my class was the choice of Technical Drawing in addition to Physics, Chemistry, Biology and Further Maths. Anybody not offering that subject (at all) was placed in another class. However, E.A had other ideas. We were 3 girls offering all 5 subjects. With over 30 guys. I guess E.A felt the need to add some more girls and gave us 6 more – 3 offering Agriculture and 3 offering Food and Nuts (as we called it).

A, my classmate till ovarian cancer took her away. A, the one who made me ever google the word “cancer”. A, the one battled cancer and won. She might have lost the battle physically BUT her experience opened the eyes of many.

We took ill about the same time (3rd term SS2 – exam period) and while I missed a few exams and returned to school, she never came back. Battled it, broke all myths – oh ovarian cancer affects older women. She was but 16. Oh ovarian cancer befell promiscuous women – she was a virgin. And the list goes on. She knew she was gonna die. Yet every single exam we had in SS3, she took. Her birthday was the 20th of June. She did say if she survived past her birthday, she was going to live. She died on the 4th, a few days after we wrote our last SSCE paper, almost a year after she was diagnosed. She knew she would die that day. A, forever in our hearts.

I choose to remember Y. We became quite close JSS2 and stayed on friends till the very end. He was loud. Really loud and could be annoying. I typically stay away from loud people. I can count how many loud friends I had and we are not close. Yet somehow, we managed to be friends. He would usually give me boarder boys’ gist and I kinda always knew who next was going to be on my case through him (even if he never said it explicitly, it kinda always slipped). It was Y who took it upon himself to save me “the shame of going to Grad Class Dinner dateless”. The moment it was obvious to all I wasn’t going with O, he was number 1 out of 12 who approached me. And the remaining 11? I knew they were coming to ask before they did. I however shenked (is that even the spelling?) him and went with someone else.

He ended up going dateless YET he remained friends. Secondary School over. Our only means of communication was Yahoo messenger. I was in Nigeria. He was in the UK and later US. 19 short months after, he was no more. We still chatted February 12 and promised to meet again on the 15th. Headed to the cybercafé on 15th, 2 hours after agreed time with no response, I was about logging out when a close friend who was also in US sent a message. Y was no more. He was last seen outside on the 12th. By 14th when his flat mates hadn’t seen him leave his apartment for 2 days, they broke in. Met his lifeless body. No one knows what happened (as a Muslim he was buried immediately). I had the unfortunate task of breaking the news to other friends.

He was the joker. The one who would make you laugh no matter what. I still imagine he would come out one day and say he was pranking us. Y, my loud friend, I choose to remember you today and always – 8 years on.

I choose to remember friends who have stayed friends for at least 10 years. Some, more than 10. T, Ik and If for more than 20 years. You guys rock. O (16 years), E, O, S (the only guy in the team) and W (10 years) aint no joke. They say 20 friends cannot be friends for 20 years. True, so maybe that is why my “clique” is smaller. We might not see or chat as often as we used to. But I remember you all every day.

On to the next 10 years…. God willing….

 

After all you sought me out….

I heard a story of a woman (Mrs. A) a while back who got into an argument with her husband and dear husband in the course of the fight made the statement “after all you sought me out”. Let’s break it down. As a single woman, Mrs. A saw a guy she liked and made the first move. Get his details and contacts him. After a while they get talking, one thing leads to another and they get married. Years on, husband decides to remind her no bi him do the chasing (as I would like to call making the first move). We can go on about how nobody forced him to marry her but…..

Now forgive me as this is my opinion. I am a “I want to be properly chased (insert wooed, courted) woman”. I am a “let the man be the man and make the first move” woman. I have been all my life and somehow Mrs. A story just made me all the more that kind of woman. However, I see and hear a lot of women make the first move/contact and am thinking what has this world turned to? Last I checked, it was the man’s job to find abi? So every time I hear someone tell me “if you like him/want him, make the first move, if you wait someone else would take him” yada yana, I just stay there thinking. Oh a lot of times I hear people tell me not to slack and go ahead jere. After all, the world is more liberal. Don’t be a slacker I hear. Mostly feel like pulling the girl’s ears and shouting “let him be the man”. Let’s be clear, I aint saying if you like a man and he likes you form (ok yeah, form a bit but not for too long) But let HIM BLADY MAKE THE FIRST MOVE. That’s just me ba?

I recently had a friend buzz me. A former colleague of hers says he wants to get married and needs a decent girl (I seem to be getting that a lot these days). Like a group of friends just sat somewhere and have decided “if she won’t get a man, we would get one for her”. Anywayz, according to my friend “I don’t know why my mind went to you”. Trust me in less than a minute, my emotions ranged from anger to wanting to give her a piece of my mind (as we often say) to just ignoring that statement. She wanted me to “consider him” as he had been on her neck to get him a wife. How does this relate to making the first move? I had asked her to give me till last night cuz frankly though I had my answer I didn’t want to be accused of being too hard or tough or not open minded. She buzzes again last night and from our conversation, she wants me to make the first move. YEPA!!!!! Gist is she tells him about me BUT I contact him. Short of telling her off (which I now wish I did), I have told her not to bother. I am not interested.

I ask, is it now proper for a lady to make the first move? Forgive me, I might still be living in the medieval times so maybe that’s why I am thinking like that. Maybe just maybe I need to be enlightened. Who wants to help me out here? Cuz I would hate to make a move and get burnt sometimes in future.

The post I have been postponing just might never happen. However, I would drop some pictures that are meant to make some people jealous of the fact that I have been having fun and hanging out and having a ball and not living a boring life and ok I give up.

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And yeah it has to do with food. From Bar Campione (who make one of the best sandwiches in Lagos, 3 times the charm) to Coral Blue (first time I went there – last year, it was absolutely fantastic, second time around, not quite – my excuse though, it was quite late at night) to Ice Cream Factory (not even Coldstone can take away my love for you). And haha, Talindo Steak Place – tucked somewhere on Karim Kotun. Better service second time around (and this was also late at night – Monday). Amazing brownie they got. And yeah if you are on instagram, check out Rumnpassion (rumnpassion) and Crème Brulee Lagos (cremebruleelagos). I have tried rumnpassion’s cupcakes…. That rapturous feeling. Haven’t tried cremebrulee yet but I know it is only a matter of time. I have a sweet tooth. Shoot me. It is a miracle I aint fat.

Monday made it 15 years I lost my uncle and yesterday, 9 years I lost the man I called my maternal grandfather (my mum lost her dad many many many years ago so my grandma’s brother became my grandpa) and I just realized no matter how long a loved one has been gone, you can never forget them. The memories stay with you forever.

Have a great weekend people.

Happy New Year

Happy new year dearies. I trust the year had been aite so far. It would only get better.

Am I the only excited one?

So I promised to blog about my hair right. Here it is. I was one of those “10 inches no body hair” kind of people. Good length but very scanty and limp. One of those I hate weaving my hair people. If I must not more than 5-6 cornrows. So yeah you can trust I hated having to go weave my hair when I was in Primary School. By Secondary School, when I had a bit more control, weaving was restricted to once a term. Bad idea. Good healthy hair kept in a good enough protective style went bad. As I spent every weekend at the salon under the dryer. Hot dryer. In came dandruff also. Used all sorts of cream and shampoos. No luck. Keeps it under for a while and then it is back itching.

By Uni, weaving had become braiding and that was once a semester. Right before exams and off right after exams. 3-4 weeks and the thingy is off. You can trust that I hated it but had to do it. Still hate braiding my hair but I do it at least twice a year. Yeah to give a different look. Still hair worries persisted. Add the fact that it gets due and in need of a retouch like 4 weeks after the last retouch. Something I can’t remember experiencing when I was doing cornrows jeje. Now, you need to see my hair after a retouch. I am also one of those who likes to play with my hair. You know the “run your hand through your hair” people. Another thing, easy way to make me sleep, play with my hair. Enough stories already. Anyways, after a retouch, hair looks longer, easy to play with but very LIMP. Like if wind should blow now, the thingy is standing. You would never believe I just did something to it. In Uni, you can trust I always had it covered. Never let it out. So comes the weave expenses cuz silly me didn’t reuse weaves.

Long and short? I spent money on my hair to no avail. No result. Buy this cream I buy. Use this, I use. From honey to fanta to hemp to damatol to sulphur 8 to heads and shoulders, bergamot, name it. I have used. I trimmed and trimmed and treated and treated. No result. Then came 2012. I did this braids back in the UK, got to Nigeria about a month after and took it out. I shall upload the picture after my retouch that day (when I have the guts to). I almost cried at the salon. Here I was turning to an iya mi leko. Before my very eyes. My front hair was gone. Annoyingly at the sides. I always admire people on braids and quite unfortunately, I am the only one who does braids at home and ends up with my front hair off. So in “feeling among the braids clique” I ended up an iya mi leko. I couldn’t figure out what to do. Fast forward to about March/April 2013, Just Joxy looks down on me with mercy and mixed this ori (sheabutter) mix and I started applying (I shall also upload the pictures after the mix finished). Gradually, the hair started sprouting. Small small but still not where I wanted it to be.

So I “gave up” and just ignored the hair again and went back to my protective weaves. However I took a decision before then to space my retouching, 4-6 months as against 6-8 weeks. I also have a very soft hair and was advised against retouching often. Then I started working with this babe and we would gist about hair hair hair. Started visiting hair blogs and getting ideas. I took the plunge in December and bought some oils, shampoos, henna and some eroja and it has been fun trust me BUT expensive (I guess initial expenses).

Hair routine for the past 3 weeks-

1. Wash every 2 weeks (I love my weaves and can’t afford to keep my hair down for long cuz of the reasons above) so I keep my weaves for 2 weeks and remove.

2. Do hot oil treatment before a wash, then next wash, do a henna deep condition treatment (which I am doing this weekend) and then hot oil treatment the next wash. So I add the oils, cover it up over night and wash the next morning.

3. Moisture and oil hair EVERYDAY. Yes you heard right. I got a mix of argan, coconut, jojoba, castor, olive and some other oils which I apply every night. Then on Tuesdays, I apply just castor oil, on Thursdays, just coconut oil and hair cream. While I constantly moisture it and massage the hair (especially in front).

4. At last fix, I asked for more space between each layer so I can oil everyday. I would rather you layer the weave on one line than make the space between each layer so small.

5. I plan to clarify once a month. Considering the amount of oil the hair would drink through out the month.

What else do I do? That’s bascially all so far. I hope to see results when I loosen my weave this weekend. I am gonna weave though. Different look tins. One thing though, my hair doesn’t itch often. So yeah, focus is more on front hair growth as against long hair. Because I noticed most of the hair bloggers have great lengths BUT no front or lil front hair.

So there it is. I have been accused on abandoing the blog and asked to take care of my hair. Hence this very long post. The post for the week should come up on Friday. A lot of randoms and ranting as usual.

The good gets shortlisted, the excellent is chased after (paraphrased)- Friend

I am not one to do new year resolutions. In fact, tis one of the things I absolutely won’t do. But I do always know what I want to achieve every year and I write them down and that’s it.

I was encouraged more like asked sef by a friend to do a personal development plan (PDP) and I am just like wow. I know what I wanna do and have the timelines in my head. Just never thought putting it down and all would have the effect it has on me. So I might be off every now and then (I would try not to) cuz of 1 exam or the other.

I am beginning to hate this constant comparison to Olivia Pope I get from people. Oh you sway the way she does. Oh you are like Liv. Oh you are like her cuz you like Scandal. So here it is. I like the Olivia Pope character. And am sure I have confessed I started watching because I had a lot of people raving about the way she dresses (which I like by the way), I tend to excuse quite a lot of her actions (if you have heard me discuss her) BUT this babe aint no Olivia Pope and she isn’t like her in any way.

So yeah, that’s it. I guess this qualifies as my longest post yet (a post which doesn’t include lyrics to a song or any other ish).

Have a lovely day good people and Happy New Year once again.

Tada

xoxo

Agree or not?

Cheating isn’t always kissing, flirting or touching. If you gonna delete text messages so your partner won’t see them, you’re already there- Twitter

I’ve never seen a diamond in the flesh…

Let me be your royal….

First time I heard this song, I knew she was Grammy material. Not surprised she was nominated.

Don’t you just love the way she makes Queen Bee sound like “creepy”?

Naijawife asked a question earlier today on twitter. Paraphrased she asked if it is good for a Christian to give bribes… Over to you.

*Spoiler alert* If you are not up to date, skip 6 lines and continue after*

Scandal oh Scandal. Quinn finally found the trouble she was actively looking for ba? And Huck????!!!!!#####***** Arghhhhh. That first few minutes… I won’t lie… I almost wept…. That pain is real mehn….. The monster he is… Only Jesus can save….

And Sally been told to “drop her allegiance to Jesus and pledge it to politics… Bend your beliefs for the greater good”? *sigh* And Cy???? Risking your marriage to get at an opponent? REALLY??? How do people know when to draw the line whilst being very ambitious?

*Now you can continue reading*

Yayyy. Wedding season at its peak. Christmas and weddings…. Kent wait to rock my first igbo attire… Seems my mum’s friends dreams would come to pass soon (be like say sub-consciously I ended up sewing exactly the same style as in the post). And the many other attires… Falling in love with iro and buba. For someone who hated them, I seem to be sewing a lot of iro and buba these days.. From the traditional ones to the olekus to the knot wrappers to the stylish buba arms people sew nowadays…. Kent wait to rock ’em all.

That said, seems it is now insanity to have the right of way yet offer someone the opportunity to go before you. Or how do you explain allowing a car go through and the driver telling you “ori e o pe”- your head isn’t correct, Unfortunately, I couldn’t allow the opportunity to show her my head is correct to pass.

New blog alert (well maybe not new)… Sha I just found the blog

Hmmmm. Who blinks first? COSAN (or whatever the acronym is for these copyright musicians) and the broadcasting association.. Mehn, aint interesting to tune in to any radio station these days….

Now time to watch my boiz do their thing yo!!!!

Eat, Sleep, Get fat

Yelz. This babe is on leave!!!!!!!!! I would be lying if I say I aint excited. Like really!!! So all I gotta do for the remaining 9 days is eat, sleep, get fat. Ok add praying and reading and just generally staying indoors to it. Hehe. Don’t jealous me.

Moving on…. what is it with Kcee’s songs that initially you never like them. At least for me. All his songs always grow on me. Heard Pullover for the first time on Saturday and am like nah. And as it is with a new song or something new or something you suddenly notice, you start to see it or hear it everywhere. So between Saturday and today, I have heard that song at least 10 times…..
Pullover….. Park…. Reverse…..

What is in a name? Blogged about it once so not doing that again. This has to do with Scandal though. Yeah, bad habit. I must talk about Scandal.. so a friend (names withheld, you sha know it is you once you see this) puts up a pm about not naming her daughter Olivia because of Scandal. And I laughed.  I have had to change my daughter’s name (funny right, she already has a name and I never even marry not to talk of having a child) from Isabella because… I watched a Mexican soap once and Isabella was a witch. Years on, a friend too is giving stories about one Isabella witch… I sharperly found another name… Mba, not saying the name before you people find a reason why the name isn’t good.

Btw, Yoruba women are allowed to give their children names too right? Cuz it shall pain me after deciding on a name and I hear I aint allowed o.

*ding ding*

Christmas is coming, the turkeys are getting fat fat…..
Time to change my ringtones….

Leaving with these lyrics….. three of my favourite Christmas songs

Destiny’s child’s 8 days of Christmas

On the 8th day of Christmas my baby gave to me
A pair of chloe shades and a diamond belly ring
On the 7th day of Christmas my baby gave to me
A nice back rub and he massaged my feet
On the 6th day of Christmas my baby gave to me
A cropped jacket with dirty denim jeans
On the 5th day of Christmas my baby  gave to me
A poem that he wrote for me
On the 4th day of Christmas my baby gave to me
A candlelit dinner just for me and my honey
On the 3rd day of Christmas my baby gave to me
A gift certificate to get me favourite CDs (funny that’s how I found this song- story for another day)
On the 2nd day of Christmas my baby gave to me
The keys to a CLK Mercedes
On the 1st day of Christmas my baby gave to me
Quality TIME (I so need that right now)

Doesn’t it feel like Christmas? Sure it does. Christmas countdown baby!!!!!!

All around the world this Christmas – R Kelly

Hearing the bells go ding dong
Hearing the choir sing songs
Lettings us know its Christmas
Time for the world to spread love (must we always wait for Christmas though)
I open my eyes and to my surprise
I’ve come to realise that…
All around the world its Christmas. …

This Christmas – Chris Brown (there is a version by Joe, dunno which 1 I prefer)

Hang all the mistletoe
I’m gonna get to know you better
This Christmas
And as we trim the trees
How much fun it’s gonna be together
This Christmas

The fireside is blazing bright
We’re caroling through the night
And this Christmas will be
A very special Christmas for me
Let’s go

As usual, doing this on my phone so can’t post the links. Do look them up though. Absolutely gorg songs.

I am still waiting for my “under the mistletoe” kiss……

And if you haven’t already done, head to http://www.singlenigerian.co.uk
Giveaway ends in 7 days.

Tada people

Of Obedience, Scandal and other things

Most of this post was written over the last week. Well I had to wait till today to post as I already promised Tuesday Tuesday posts. So well, here it is.

What is it with guys and their “she is a woman so whatever I ask her to do she must do”? I was in church and a friend beckoned (sounds so ancient yeah!!!) and I didn’t. Next thing he goes on about how I will be married soon and I should start to learn obedience (insert submission). And me I just laughed. What has your calling me and me not answering got to do with my marriage? I didn’t answer you now means I am disobedient? Or that means I would be disobedient to my husband? I stopped short of telling him “if you want to enter that submission matter, my own Bible says wives submit to their own (key word OWN) husbands, not our, not your, not all men, not all males, not….. Ish

Or when people feel because I grew up in Ibadan, I must know how to make amala. And when I say I can’t I get all sorts of reactions and comments from “if your husband likes it yada yana” to those who tell me straight up I should go learn it. Please my I can cook other stuff and can even pound apparently doesn’t matter as long as I am “an Ibadan girl (never mind that I am not from Ibadan o), and I can’t make amala”. Ish. If husband likes amala, he should be prepared to make it o. My inability to make amala doesn’t make me less a woman.

I was going to blog about Scandal last week but once again I was bound by my Tuesday post. So angelsbeauty beat me to it. Funny what i had in mind was what she blogged about so no point reinventing the wheel. Why was I going to blog about it? I was gisting with a colleague and he called me Miss Pope (just because I said I liked Scandal). And am like heck no!! He then goes on to talk about how my liking it means I support adultery. Let me state here. I DO NOT AND WILL NEVER SUPPORT ADULTERY.

However, whilst I don’t support Olitz, I always wonder what would have happened if Fitz and Olivia met much earlier. Before Mellie. Makes me think a lot about our choices in marriage. We all (we who watch it) know the “circumstances” of Mellie and Fitz’s marriage. Fast forward some years and he meets this “great” woman he “loves” and he is stuck in a marriage he wants out of. But he can’t. Biko, shine your eyes well and pray hard before you get in. Once in, you can’t get out. And there would always be that great woman or man, even when you are with your right choice.

That said, I just like angelsbeauty watch it for the intrigues and all. Pure entertainment. And yes, the Olivia Pope look and smartness and nack for fixing things. #astormiscoming #scandal. Looking forward to this season yo!!! So many stories that Ms. Shonda can hit us with. Rowan (I so detest that man), Olitz, Mellie, Cy, Jake (oh yes him, sure we haven’t heard the last of him). And Lisa Kudrow is in this season. Yayyyyy!!!!!!! I hope this storm won’t “sweep us away”. And hopefully it won’t become a #Revenge. To think there is season 3 of Revenge. I pray, what is the script writer thinking?

I usually wonder what goes on in the minds of people who drive silly in the rain. Like seriously, it is freaking raining and one has to be extra careful. I kent be thinking twice as much as I think and now come and add your own madness to it. And we wonder why there are a lotta accidents on the road when it rains. Osi.

Weddings weddings weddings. The amount I have spent on aso-ebi this year ehn!!! And the year aint ended yet. *sigh*. God help me.

Tada friends.

Have a great week.

Abundant life is enjoying here on earth and in heaven. Omo jaiye jaiye, omo jorun jorun– Pastor Femi Atoyebi

This is so me!!!!!
This is so me!!!!!

How did we get here?

How and when did we get to the point where we get “paranoid” when people stop to help?

My car broke down a couple of weeks ago about 9:30 pm on Adeola Odeku and a zillion  number of cars sped past without even stopping. Was I surprised? Heck NO! About 20 minutes after, a car stops and I remember double checking to be sure my windows were up, my car locked (never mind that my windows hardly go down and my car is forever locked). Dude does help move the car outta the way but all I (and my colleague) kept doing was “suspecting” the guy. I still think about that incident and ask how did we get to this point. Where when someone helps, we believe the person has ulterior motives. The ones who don’t help, we believe that’s the way of life. If they did, we would have been surprised. Don’t get me wrong. I know it is madly dangerous to “receive” help from strangers yeah… But really, when did we cross that line?

You will hear of wars and rumors of wars, but see to it that you are not alarmed. Such things must happen, but the end is still to come. 

                                                                                       – Matthew 24:6

How did we get to the point where we believe the solution to a problem is to go to war?

I have been thinking about this Syria issue since the chemical weapon incident. Like most of us, since e no concern me, I just read about it and carried face. Till two weeks ago. Let me be clear here. I am not supporting Assad and the whole ish BUT the way US, UK and their allies are carrying this issue, I wonder if anybody has even stopped to THINK. I just believe there are other ways this can be handled and SHOULD have been handled all along. I mean this “war” has been on for about 2 years.

1. What IF (big if), it was the rebels who used the chemical weapon? Please don’t argue that they can’t access such weapons. For all we care and know, even the US might have supplied the weapons to have a reason to oust Assad. Just like someone asking how Boko Haram got their weapons. Or where Al-Qaeda got its weapons from. I keep seeing a lot of “it is likely”, “intelligence points to the fact that” e.t.c. YET there is no proof. Still yet, US is preparing to attack Syria.

2. Even if it is Assad and you get him out, are we forgetting Egypt, Libya, so quickly? What happens when power is handed over to rebels?

3. Who would suffer the most when Syria is attacked? Isn’t it the citizens US and its cronies “want to protect”?

4. Am I the only one who finds it disconcerting that as at Monday or Tuesday, out of about 37 US Senators who wanted to “go to war”, more than half were Republicans? What is with these people and war?

How and when did we get to this point? Signs of the times yeah!!!!

In unrelated ish, I need the missing part of this song (the lines xxxxxx). I used to know the lyrics (as a child I think). Not sure of it is KSA or Obey or neither sef wey sing am.

Bi ban se pe Oluwa

xxxxxxx

xxxxxxx

Nigba tesu gbogun ti wa

Ope ni f’Oluwa, Oba wa Olore

A se (or is it ka se) ka, kabiyesi kabiyesi re

A fope fun Jehova

To gbawa lowo ota

Adupe Oluwa

I tried with my spelling yeah? *big smile*

Oya who knows the missing parts? A prize ….. Just help a sister biko.

Yayyyyy, we entering into the “-ber” months…. Ya’all know what that means. 2 countdowns BABYYYYY. The girl’s birthday and Christmas…. Kent wait…. Ki Olorun so wa ju igbayen lo… Wow, rolling in Yoruba tonight. I believe the interpretation is something along the lines of God keeping us more than those dates right? I used to think I knew Yoruba. Well, till I started working with my team… Lord, I need lessons.

Enjoy the rest of your weekend and go to church tomorrow.

Tada

 

Temptations aka Devil with the Red Car

So I finally see the Tyler Perry movie everybody people have been raving about. Long story. I usually don’t do such movies at the cinema. You know, we do it the download way and C refused to see Olympus had fallen a second time (meaning I still haven’t seen the movie and White House Down is coming out soon). Ok you get the gist. I would rather go watch a Man of Steel at the cinemas than watch romcom or the likes. Anywayz, that’s not the gist of this post.

So well unlike the reviews, I think he did a good job with the movie. Yeah, we could practically tell the end (kinda), good “village” girl goes to the city and meets the “phenomenal” man (“unfortunately” she was married to a “good” man) and after much temptation, she falls. Lessons learnt? Over and over again, I say it, never take people for granted. Your spouse, parents, siblings, friends, boyfriend, girlfriend. The time you start getting too comfortable is the time to be on guard. Especially in marriages. Love needs to be fed. Before that size 8 lady starts “loving” your cologne. Or that man starts sending flowers to your office. Meanwhile wifey or boo doesn’t even notice. Oh and it aint just in marriages o. Relationships too o. Secondly, if that spouse is the “good” kind; sex in the bedroom kind and you think, or someone is dropping hints about 200 different sex positions and you wanna explore, fine. Explore with your spouse. Bring them “up to date”. Not come home one night and expect the good wife/husband to suddenly know you want something kinky. I mean for someone who wanted to be a marriage counselor, I would have thought she would get books or movies or something to help the husband “realize” that she needed or wanted something more than bedroom sex . But then again, I aint married so what do I know. Thirdly, I think one needs to pay attention when a person tells you about himself or herself (if the other person is honest enough to tell the truth from the start). At some point, “phenomenal” guy told babe he was naturally obsessive. Someone tells me that? I am so out. But well I am sure she rationalized that statement in her head and felt it wasn’t a bad trait. Sweetheart it is. So when the beating came, oh boy I was expecting that. Hehehe, and for those “hissing” babes at the end of the movie, biko if you husband puts you through what babe put her husband through and ends up with HIV, you go still take him back? Abi? I no sabi why dem dey hiss o. Cuz if we wanna be true to ourselves, na only God fit help una take that kain person back. Be friends ko si wahala but am sure you aint gonna sleep with that person EVER again. That said, every action/inaction has a consequence. God would forgive you o bet you would have to live with the consequence however small.

Anywayz, it is a good movie. Cliche yeah but nice. But then again Lance Gross is in it *fans self*. Oh that body. The guitar scene!!!! Two things- hawt body, a guitar *somebori help*. Lance Gross or Chris Hemsworth’s body? *swoons*

And “I don’t want a good guy, I want a phenomenal guy?” #dead

My grouse though is the usual portrayal of the black woman/black family as the “oju o lola ri” type (i.e. never seen/jam money before). So when she sees the guy with money, she “dumps” the not so rich/not rich at all guy for the “phenomenal” rich guy. Or the village girl/boy enters the city and goes south. I get it happens in reality. However, we do have the village girl/small town boy who gets into the big town/city and doesn’t go south. Right?

Btw, I apologize to those I told Suits aint it. Well compared to Scandal it still aint IT. Bet, I can manage it sha. Not a bad series at all. First 2 episodes were boring though. Kinda off putting.

I leave with this. Kindly replace Love with Lust as you listen (I think). Very necessary song I heard as I dropped C off to get a cab.

Rant 201?

I believe all Nigerians should be subjected to psychiatric evaluation monthly. A lot are mad people, they just haven’t hit the streets yet. Either that, or we are born idiots.

How do you explain driving a bus whose fuel filter is dangling and hitting the ground? When common sense tells us that if that thingy should split, there is trouble.

Or not fixing your tyres properly and it comes off with the rim?

Or the dude who decides to “sleep” and chooses the back of a moving bus, is unstrapped and just enjoying his “sleep” forgetting that with the kain traffic we were in, if he rolled out of the bus, the next car/bus/trailer/tanker would have crushed him before realising someone fell out of the bus.

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Or those who see a burning truck, didn’t bother calling Emergency Services nor try to get the driver out. Yet stood to take pictures. Or the even sillier ones. Those who decided to “save” the bags of rice in the truck. Reminds me of the frequent pipeline explosions we had at some point.

Or the Policewoman who “decides” to “hang” on a bus because the driver “refused” to pay her N700. Driver tok decides to be “smart” and starts driving haphazardly. In the process, Policewoman gets flung, right into the path of the same bus and as driver no fit stop, crushes her to death.

When would we stop putting ourselves (and others) in harm’s way ON PURPOSE? Preventable accidents and deaths. And when such happen, some people would be quick to blame one witch or wizard or one family member that didn’t want the fellow to succeed.

Oh, another group I don’t know what to label them. You come to camp, pray and bind all enemies. Then once the programme is over, you lay your mats/clothes/whatever on path ways. Knowing that a zillion people are trying to leave camp at the same time. Then once you get hit or stepped in, you resort to curses and asking if said people were blind. What were you doing “sleeping” on road pesin suppose walk on?

That said, I must say with the kain chaos on that Lagos-Ibadan expressway especially after any HGS, it takes special skills, extra grace and patience. My God, the air, land, noise pollution? Now I remember one of the reasons I haven’t been to Redemption Camp in more than 6 years. The waka alone….

I need some serious scrubbing and a full body massage yo!!!

Off to bed (yes, I just got back home and I need my sleep) before gatecrashing a wedding later in the day (don’t judge me).