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Donna Vs Scottie

I was this close to missing my Tuesday blog post. Doh o to those who expected a post all day. E ma binu. I have actually written this post like 6 times (in my head). Add a crazy yesterday and a very funny today + a bad leg + internet connection wey dey act funny. But no weapon formed or fashioned against this post shall…… I no talk anytin.

That said Ifed and I had an “argument” over the weekend hence the title of this post. Donna Vs Scottie. For the #Suits fans. And even if you no like am sef. Let me break it down.

Scottie

  1. Harvard Grad
  2. Lawyer
  3. Kinda petite
  4. Good looking Brit

Donna

  1. Secretary
  2. Tall (or maybe the heels to help sha)
  3. Attractive
  4. Smart American

Ok I am just listing 4 “points” ehn. Donna works with Harvey as his secretary. She knows him like when you talk say someone know pesin. They have had a fling.  What else? Scottie is the babe Harvey likes. Known each other since Harvard. She has been in and out of Harvey’s love life. I know you can’t make a judgment on based on these ehn so please download Suits and watch. Anywayz I did a poll at work and most people seem to prefer Scottie because she is his “class”. Not because they are compatible. Or they love each other. Or what are the reasons people date these days? Harvey should be with Scottie because she is his class. Seriously? Funny reason to be with someone. Because he/she is your class…

However, Donna and Harvey is errrr. They work together. Dating your boss is a no-no from here; office romance in its entirety. But since I favour Donna, she has to leave to be able to date him ba? Bet, how would Harvey survive without Donna at work? Decisions, decision. Would Harvey prefer Donna in his work life or his personal life? Would you rather have that person you wanna be with at work or at home? Moving on.

Whew. Who has fun during the last holiday? I sure did. You wey God used to breathe life into my “social life” during the last week, e se pupo. Beach tins, Fifa tins…. You know yourself. Now back to a practically non-existent social life. I need help ko?

It is officially countdown to THE BIRTHDAY. FIVE WEEKS BAYBY…. KENT WAIT. Competition starts next week. Still don’t know what form or shape it would take though. And yes, you are not eligible. Once again, you know yourself. If you beg me sha, I fit change my mind.

Is it worth downloading BBM for Android?

This Papa Pope issue. Am I the only one who is worried? #Scandal

A friend made this comment earlier today which I thought to share

“Sometimes I wonder whether it is more difficult for guys or girls to find ‘the one’”

True? I woulda said either ways but then tis the guy doing the finding ba? What ya think?

Tales of a banker

*opens window* looks out…. Nobody in sight. *sad face* Heads to the door. *opens door*. Cameras flashing…  *Deronk smiles* Psyches right? Hello world…

Your favourite blogger is back… More psyches. Oh well, ya all know I am a drama queen.

So yeah sorry for the very long break. In 2 days I have been accused of abandoning my blog twice. Not intentional. Blame it on the job. Yeah. Not sure I mentioned that I changed jobs. Or well, I got a job. The other was a temp thingy. So started in June and it has been a ball. Except the few times I had to work all through the night… YES!!! Slept (not sleeping in the real sense though) at work. And yeah, the late hours, and the forgetting to update my blog and the not being able to see people and…. Ok it ends there. Asides all of that, seriously, it has been FUN!!!!! I tend to lose track of time most times.  However, I know that as interesting as it is, it aint sustainable. So dear babes is still job hunting….

Tis wedding season again. Ya all remember my 2 brides? Yep! One got married yesterday. In Abuja. Sadly I couldn’t go. Went to Ibadan for another wedding. I kent stop loving weddings. God help me. Blame it on the job again. I couldn’t organize a bridal shower for her. *sad face*Well, bride 2’s is this Saturday. WE LOCKING IT DOWN FROM FRIDAY NIGHT. I hope we get any sleep before the wedding. EVERYBODY IS GONNA BE IN TOWN. Excited much. Couldn’t organize a shower for her too. So we doing our “parry” this Friday.

Interesting conversation I had a few days ago in my father’s house. A church member comes to ours with his family. I open up for them and this conversation happened.

Son 2: Do you live in this house?

Me: (in my head) Nah. (I say instead with a smile) Yes

Son 2: No you don’t. I have never seen you before (and he gives me this “who is she, what is she doing here, daddy we should leave here now look).

Me: (in my head) bin ba kan omo yi niko nisin wa ni mo buro (If I knock this boy’s head now they would say I am wicked).

Made me take a step back sha. I have over time gone home and even relatives give me the “who are you” look. A lot of them figure out who I am because I look like my mum. And frankly it never bothered me. Who wants to know them too? Well, now I think I need to go home more often. Before someone slams the door of my father’s house because he/she doesn’t know me.

That said, life is balanced again. Football season has started. Yeah, you heard right, it is well with the world again. Ladies listen up!!!! Best time to have your wedding? Between June and first  week in August. Anytime before or after that, OYO. If your husband no show for the wedding, no bi him fault. iKid. Tempted to switch. Since I kent leave Arsenal, I can move to another league right? Bundesliga here I come…. To support Bayern (more like Pep) or Dortmund (Jurgen Klopp)? Yeah, I am stalking both coaches. Sombori help me….

By the way, whatever happened to Daniel Bedingfield? I was at work yesterday and “If you are not the one” jumped at me.  #nowdownloading *sigh*

Cheers people. Have a lovely week. I won’t be away this long again.

My first Igbo wedding

By first I mean a full Igbo wedding. Husband, Igbo. Wife, Igbo. Before today’s it was either bride or groom.

And oh boy, it was dry, then funny, the downright absurd, funny again… Boring at some point… All in all, I would say it was an interesting wedding.

It is a first on another level. Also my first mogbo mobranch wedding. No IV. I no even sabi who the couple be. Didn’t know their names till I picked C (who I tagged along with).

Where do I begin the story? I have a few Igbo friends. Catholics for that matter. So I shoulda been able to relate with this wedding right? Nope. With the Ibo language flying over my head, left, right and centre. People, please, recognise that not all your guests would understand your language. I get that once such events occur, you enter into that mood, where you are just cruising. Bet, biko, remember people like us.

First though, I take back my “I must marry an Igbo man”. Whow, they don’t just cut it.. They are the razzest of men I have seen. Hia!!!!!! WHAT???? Sticking to my Yoruba brothers. Somebody say Amen. iKid. Not Igbo though. Na. Mba.

Secondly, the MC. I can go on and on… Telling someone to come and see your privates? Seriously? Or the dry jokes? Or his reaction to being sprayed N50 notes?

Or dear Jennifer. Who kept staying in our line of vision. Like you couldn’t have attended that wedding without “seeing” and noticing her. Once the MC said anything about a single lady, dear young lady was up and heading for the front.

Oh and naming your child Ancestor? I thought I heard lots of “uncommon” names, but this one though, I no sabi the English to use. A friend once said Igbo bear ridiculous names and I begged to differ. I am beginning to agree. Anywayz, I wasn’t the only one who thought he should hook up with Jennifer already. They look good together. Hehehe.

I have always heard of women that drink. Well I experienced it first hand today. Oh or those on our table who ate all the small chops in like how many seconds? Them bring small chops come, put it in front of C and I. We were facing the high table yeah, next thing, I look from the side of the eye and the plate was gone. All we saw was the empty plate, in front of one of the others on the table. You mo fit wait make dem carry your plate of small chops come? Yes, am still angry cuz I love small chops.

Or the lady who shouts from her seat, asking the groom not to embarrass himself cuz “you sabi say u no fit dance”. Chei. Mbakwa.

Or guys dressed in Ben 10 and Mickey mouse costumes coming in?

I think the part I couldn’t figure out what the problem was, was when the parents came in. Bride’s parents come in without much dancing (whose fault?). Groom’s mum comes in, and her friends join her to dance. Well, bride’s mum then sends someone to tell the MC she wants to come in again. Whew….

I thought breaking kola nut was done at Igbo engagements, not weddings? Any Igbos in the house who can explain? My Igbo friends don’t know o. They are not “sure”.

All in all, I love the fact that it was a very small wedding. No crowds. Not sure we were up to 200 guests. Very private wedding. Plus I got to see an old friend. Been a while.

I guess now I am prepared for when Ify and C and other Igbo friends get married. Bet I take God beg una, marry Yoruba men…

And this is the summary of my eventful gate crashed first mogbo moya, Igbo wedding.

Disclaimer: this is by no means intended to insult any tribe or people. Nor to make fun of anybody. Like, I said earlier, I also have my fair share of Igbo friends. It is just my musings on an Igbo wedding I attended.

Tada

She is stunning yeah? Lol

So I am using the time I should spend sleeping to blog. It has been a very hectic BET fun weekend. Finally wore my fascinator. And I must admit (even if I have to do it myself, I looked good). Ok so I wee share some pictures.

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Some said I looked Briish. Others, prim and proper. Well, I was able to achieve the look I was going for and am glad. Thanks O.S Hughes and Mide Fascinators. I gas do an article of Mide sometimes soon.

I am a slacker. I got so many “make you no come back empty”, “no come back without man”. Sorry guys, I came back without one number sef. Lol. I was shy. Scoped a guy bet he is a friend’s younger brother. I don’t do friends’ siblings.

All in all, I had fun. And the door of weddings don open. Only yesterday, an ex-roommate and another classmate say dem wan marry in August. Consecutive Saturdays. One in Lagos, and the other in Abuja. And they both want me on their train. What part of I no dey do bridesmaid don’t people understand? Things we do for love. Please advise. Should I or should I not? I should put a “but” in the “bridesmaid contract” right? I get to pick the style for my dress. I mean, why spend so much only for the bride to decide what I would wear? I doubt if I have worn any of my bridesmaid dresses after the wedding because they aint wearable. Why should I spend as much as $150 and I end up dashing a maid or someone the dress? Why do brides decide on unflattering dresses sef? I am of the “bride picks the colour (shade/hue), material but let the maids pick an acceptable style” school of thought. Lucky bridesmaids I would have. Second clause. I don’t want no bridezilla. Any bride wey shout at me, ehn…. Ok…

Tis hard typing on here. And I gas be out in 30 minutes. And I have barely slept. Soooooooo

Tada.

Happy Palm Sunday and Happy Easter in advance. Remember the reason for the season.

Cheers.

Positioning yourself

First things first, I would like to say a big thank you to Phumie for her comment. You really really really really made my day. Been awwww-ing and smiling since I got the mail. I am glad I inspire someone.

“You have done well in the last 2 years. I have been following your write ups for a couple of months and it has been an inspiration to me as a blogger myself. Keep up the good work.”

Yes I like to blow my own trumpet like that. I hope I haven’t embarrassed her sha.

Secondly, I did gbagaun in my last post and more than 50 views after, nobody noticed. Just made me remember how imperfect we all are no matter how hard we try to make things perfect. I usually read any post at least twice after posting and edit and edit and edit and…. You get my point. Yet I didn’t see the mistake till my elder sister mentioned it this morning. *sigh*.

Third abi na thirdly (before I shell again), I have decided what the competition would be. So I don’t leave anybody out. My big sis made me realize that I had no incentive(s) for the person whose idea I decide to go with. So as not to disqualify anybody, all you need do is comment on this post and subsequent posts till Thursday, January 31st 11.59pm. I would compile the list of all those who dropped by and made comments and pick a winner. So keep the comments coming.

Back to the post. This is a not serious serious post. The good book says “he that finds a wife…” right? And as women we have been told and lectured and… that it is the man that does the searching right? All we need do is wait. He would come. Ok so people have “preached” that while “waiting”, position yourself abi? I have aunties who all they preach is  “you these girls, go out, ehn”.  My question is “how do you position yourself”? Was gisting with BFF1 yesterday and we got into the we are getting old, we must get married discussion (well that’s what happens when you have two bored, one jobless and the other on leave with the house to ourselves) and we started “bemoaning” our fate. Both of us are perpetual “stay at homes”. We detest  don’t like going out. Oh ABC is having a party, everybody else goes, we stay back. Oh there is this shopping party at XYZ, errr we find an excuse. Well in the last few weeks we on our own decided to go to a couple of places and trust me, we were bored within a couple of hours. Such days usually ended with us stopping at O1 to buy sharwama or Dominos for pizza. Then we head home and have “fun”. Boring right. Ok so we asked ourselves that question a lot of women ask at some point in life. How would you get found staying at home? How do you position yourself to be found?

In other news, I have decided to fill my time (well between applying and preparing for tests and interviews) with learning make-up (shaping eyebrows at the moment; one step at a time) and tying gele. Youtube has been my teacher (why is this gehl behaving like an akuse right?). I need help though with gele gele. I find it easy tying the aso oke (the thick and thin ones; singele), ankara BUT still can’t figure out (with the zillion videos I have watched) how to do the gele. After like an hour I just give up. Is there a simpler method?

 

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Birthday party

Yipeeeee

Thanks to everyone who wished me a happy birthday. E se pupo. Thank you very much. God bless

I had so much fun over the weekend till yesterday itself. With the sisters in town since Friday, it was party, going out and all all weekend. Then the grand finale (lols) yesterday. For those who remember I LOVE CAKES, I am very very very very very grateful.

1/4 done.

The cakes at the party over the weekend

My birthday gift from me to me. Would upload the picture of the dress I got me if I can later. But am so rocking these mustard/yellow heels.

Cupcakes at yesterday’s party

At the party on Saturday

Cake from my cousin yesterday.

Didn’t take pictures yesterday though. Yeah.

I had so much fun and I think this is my bestest birthday ever. Friends, family, crushes (oh yes, my cousin came home with one of my Uni crushes yesterday. Heart skipped a bit). Twas just fun allllllllllll the way.

Finally wrote the end on a chapter of my life yesterday and shut the book. Something that had “weighed” me down for months and most especially in the last couple of weeks. Finally had to let it go yesterday as I wasn’t the only one getting disappointed no longer. Even my younger sister was getting disappointed and upset for me. Enough of the disappointments and heart aches. Still get sad and all BUT I know it is for the better. Sure I would write about it at some point in the future. But really feels good not to be disappointed.

People keep asking me how it feels to be 2* years (am sure by now some people have already figured it out). Seriously I don’t know. How am I meant to feel? And for those who have been praying twins and triplets into my future, God sees you and knows your addresses o. I no do o.

Do have a lovely day people.

Tada