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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!!!!

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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……

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Tada people

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

 

Lovers death, suicide and racist rants

Day in day out, week in week out, the news keeps getting worse. From people bathing others with acid or stabbing them to people committing suicide. For a very long time, these acts were “Western” in nature. It just can’t happen in Nigeria. Or so we thought. Now, a week doesn’t go without such news making it to the tabloids or gossip sites in Nigeria.

The stories vary. A guy asks a girl out, she refuses, next thing, she is either dead or struggling for life thanks to the man. Couples or live-in lovers have a fight and one of them ends up dead. It has become so rampant, a friend of mine recently commented “this love thing, na wa o. Shey we won’t just not get married like this”. Another, “so now we must say yes to every guy that asks us out to avoid acid bath?” Like these friends, these news definitely scares the hell out of me. Left, right and center, you just don’t know what to expect or what news you would hear next. Funny thing is it isn’t even just lovers that get the acid bath or get stabbed. A nurse recently had acid poured on her by one of her HIV patients. Are we safe any longer? Yes the world is coming to an end but this def is scary. Do we decide not to marry or avoid guys or girls at all cost? Or like my friend said say yes to every guy (like that is even possible); cause you don’t even know the mental state of the person next to you. What is going on in his/her head? Whether they would snap the next minute.

Suicide. Another prevalent story in the news. Not so far away from us any more. Not so Western any longer. From youths to well-made, rich adults. Two recent issues; Gary Speed (who was full of life the day before and even appeared on a show) and the Nigerian man who committed suicide a couple of weeks back. He actually wrote 3 letters, to his family, landlord and Pastor. Sends his wife to go deliver the Pastor’s letter and before she gets back, he is dead. It is very easy to condemn them. Don’t they think of others? Couldn’t they seek help? We can ask a lot of questions but it still doesn’t stop it happening. We can blame it on some witches from their villages but in all honesty, how many times do we actually talk to people about how we feel? How many times do we listen to people talk about themselves? How many times do we care to find out what that person is going through? Yes, suicide is sin. And we can preach they would go to hell from now till eternity (that’s what my Bible tells me) but it doesn’t and won’t stop people from killing themselves. A friend had this up as his facebook status a couple of days back “Suicide is only a long-term solution to a short-term problem”. I don’t believe there is a problem that has no solution. Just share it with people you trust. We have heard stories of people tweeting they were suicidal and they got help. Think Demi Moore was involved in one a while back. Help in every little way you can. I wonder and I actually need suggestions on how to reach out to such suicidal people. Some days back Pastor Adeboye recounted a story in Open Heavens about a lady who comes to see him. Before she enters, he was instructed to hug her and he was going to refuse because not only had he warned Pastors now to do it, it wasn’t right. But he did. She then breaks down in tears and tells him she was going to commit suicide but decided to see him for the last time before she did. I don’t have a solution to this suicide, depression and frustration wahala but in our own little ways let’s try help those around us. Truly care and show concern for those people around us. We don’t know what they are going through even with the smile plastered on their faces. It is well.

Youtube has been buzzing with so much racist rants videos. I am not going to start my own rant against those women but one question I ask is “Should we Blacks, Hispanics, Arabs, Asians and other ‘minority’ groups be scared?” Do we have to keep watching our backs from now on? Yes, UK has had a very high rate of murders committed especially against Blacks but with this new wave of rants, do I see it sky-rocketing?

It isn’t all bad news people.

Happy new month people. Last month of the year. Yipee.

Like that old CAC song says

Odun lo so pin o Baba rere (The year is running to an end, good/merciful God/Father)

Fi so re sowa o (Protect us)

On ti o pawa lekun o lodun tun tun (What would make us weep in the New Year)

Ma je ko sele si wa o Baba rere (Don’t let it happen good/merciful God/Father)

(I sincerely hope I got it right)

The good Lord who has brought us this far would bring us to the end. By His grace, in a month’s time we would be screaming Happy New Year. After November and February, December is my next favourite month of the year. Yes because of Christmas. Who doesn’t love Christmas? So the countdown begins 24 days…. Do have a lovely Christmas and a wonderful New Year.

And 21 days to the close of this donation. Please help bring smiles to peoples faces.

Tada

Birthday Series

It is my birth month… Yay. Have said that like a million times right? Those who know me know how much I look forward to November….

I did promise to do a series on my past birthdays and here it is. For the next 3 weeks, would be giving different stories on my birthdays.

It would be in 3 installments *bbm smiley*, hopefully would put them up on Saturdays (my birthday is a Saturday this year) so the posts would come on Saturdays.

*Drums roll* First story; First decade

I have a just one birthday mate. Or well, for a long time I thought we were the only two people born on that day. He was a neighbour and a family friend (two years younger though). His mum’s birthday was the day after ours and I remember we formed a clique of November Children. There was this NTA program every month to celebrate birthdays and she always dropped us off at NTA Ibadan then. Yes, the program was Ribena Children’s something something (need to ask my immediate younger sister; she tends to remember such; think that’s one of the reasons I love Ribena so much). So for most parts of our childhood, we alternated. This year, the party is @ our place, the next year, it is @ his parents. And on and on we went… till we became too big for such.

I pretty much can’t remember my birthday till I was 7 or thereabout. All I remember is checking my birthday pictures and in every picture I was always in mufti. My elder sister and I actually. My birthday was her birthday. Her birthday was mine. We both went to school in mufti. Everybody else wore school uniforms.

I guess it must have been fun… one day asides End of term or End of year party, am allowed to come to school dressed differently. I think the thrill really was the fact that I got 3 new dresses to wear in a month. My birthday is a month to Christmas. So I get a new cloth for my birthday, another for Christmas and another for New Year. Ok, enough digression.

My 7th birthday musta been fun, can’t remember much except the cakes, taking drinks to school and party packs and the party after.

Then came my 8th birthday. As usual, new dress with all the packaging, and shoes. Then mumsie makes the mistake of giving me the dress 2 days before my birthday. I sharply collected it and hung it in my wardrobe. Brought it out later that night (24th) and hung it where I could see it. Truth be told, I doubt I slept that night. Somehow in my mind, my birthday was the next day (mumsie won’t give you your dress till the night before); did I forget what date it was? I think so.

I remember waking up that morning (25th) without anybody waking me, had my bath and was about to remove the dress when I remembered it wasn’t yet my birthday. I think that made me sick because before the day ended, I was admitted.

That was palava number 2. First time I was gonna be admitted and drips came with the admission package and it had to be the day before my birthday. I begged and did all I can to make them give me injections and go home, the doctor refused. So first drip came, I saw the nurse set it and she left. Mehn, it was so slow…. Took hours to finish. Then she came later and brought another drip. I checked again and freed. Slow once again. The third time she came, I waited about 10 minutes after she left and adjusted the drip. Apparently, she is able to gauge how long it takes so the drip had finished way before she came in; somehow though, she came in before the time she guessed it would have finished. Looks at me and is wondering how the drip finished that quickly. I had formed sleep by then.

So she puts the 4th drip. I wait till she is done, gave her some time and adjusted it again. She comes in about 45 minutes after and again, the drip had finished. Once again I had formed sleep. So she frees me and there I was praying mumsie came on time before a 5th drip surfaced. My prayers were answered. Mumsie comes about 15 minutes after and I declare that am well; and I did feel better anyway so I was discharged. Got home and instead of me to sit down in peace, started playing again.

Finally, it is 26th. Awake early again, all dressed up before the others and off to school. I felt fine in school o. Played well sef. Then get home for the after party. All I can remember after that is it was time to cut the cake and I started throwing up (the party that year was at my family friend’s place and his dad is a Doctor) and blanked out. What happened between about 2pm and 8.30 that night, I don’t know. The party went on without me… *bbm crying smiley*. I wasn’t even allowed to eat anything from the party; cake, ice-cream, drinks, nofin.

27th, I was back at Bethel (the hospital). This time though, the doctor gave me injections and allowed me to go home. By then it had clicked in the nurse’s head what happened to the drips 2 days before and she asked me. She never told my mum fortunately.

I learnt my lesson though. My 9th? I was too too gentle. No stress at all. School party and house party after. Same for my 10th.

Then came Secondary School……