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The boy in the rain

You could see the joy. Visible. The happiness. The eagerness to get to school on his face. Roughly 7. Maybe 8 years old. Riding his bicycle. Maybe it is a new one. Who knows? Carefully. Without worry. For him life is beautiful. It is Monday. A new week, new day, back at school. As he carefully went over the speed bumps by the toll gate. Out. Back on the express way. Staying clear of cars and buses. It seemed all is well in his world. Except he is riding to school. In the rain. With no safety gear. No rain coat. No guardian or parent to accompany him to school. In his school uniform, white socks and brown sandals. Back pack properly strapped. He journeyed on.

In the rain. My heart cut. Here is a young boy. Dangers all around. Yet he seemed oblivious to all. Trying to make his way to school. Here is a young boy. Whose parents might have saved to get him a bicycle and pay his fees. Here is a young boy who would become a man soon. A future leader (as we like to say). As I drove on in traffic watching this boy, keeping so far from cars, my heart cut. I couldn’t help but think of the many dangers he faces everyday getting to school. Cars, buses, okadas, soliders and policemen who seem not to know you turn your gun face down, Julius Berger and the Hitech trailers. Even worse, on days like this… the rain. The fact that in a bid to get an education, this young boy stood the risk of coming down with a cold. Maybe pneumonia.

I thought about a lot of things. Poverty in our land. The uncertainties. Crisis. I thought about my children. The kind of life I want them to live. Do I want them to live in Nigeria I wondered. I thought about the future. I am scared. Which way Nigeria I asked.

I thought about my childhood. The privileged life. Been dropped and picked up from school every day among others. Here was a boy (and many many many others) who might never experience that kind of life. The good life we call it. I felt sad.

More than 12 hours later, I still remember this little boy. Teary eyed, I watched on till he got out of sight, a boy who despite the challenges, he was all so eager to get to school; Looking on cheerfully as he rode. Not gonna forget him in a hurry. Tears still well up even as I type. Pity, sadness and joy. Sadness at what can befall this dude at anytime. I remember the Chibok girls. Sorrow at the kind of pain and challenges he has to live through at this age. Joy at the fact that he wants to get educated. You should see his eyes. Carefree and definitely happy to be on his way to school.

The boy in the pink checkered shirt and green shorts.

I heard this song some weeks back and just never paid attention to it. Till I heard it again at TT & BT’s wedding on Saturday. Somebody help me. It has been on replay since Saturday. Number 1 jam at the moment. Shout out to TT & BT (TT when you get to read this – I know you would). Lovely gown you wore. I am a sucker for simple yet elegant wedding gowns. *le sigh*. And thanks for giving me my new jam. God bless your union.

Couldn’t find the official video. I guess this would do

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!!!!

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!!!!!

3 posts in how many days?!!!

Trust me, I had a title not remotely related to the final title but after thinking about a post some 14 hours ago and finally putting pen to paper typing it out, I kent remember what the title was. Anyways, I believe it has to do with a 10 minutes convo I had with the bride’s father. Ehen ehen, something to do with why we don’t have a lot of marriageable (is that a word?) men. And why you have to “hold” on to the one you have. Because oko wan lode (to borrow Sound Sultan’s word). I have no idea why men of that generation (plus or minus a generation) have that mentality. While I partially agree that a lot of men are not ready to settle down (for reasons ranging from financial to them just not being ready), I don’t buy into the by fire by force if you have a man, hold on tight philosophy. That said, I was able to “save” myself from promising to get married by year end. Whew. He actually wanted me to promise him I would.

Two, am I the only one tired of hearing “ti e na a de o”? I mean, I know it is a prayer, a good one at that BUT it can be tiring mehn.

Anyways so my first “wedding” as a partial planner went so bloody well. No bridezilla. Well I had to calm her down a few times but they weren’t serious. No major issues (asides me forgetting the bride’s flats at home) and as “punishment” I gave her mine and had to wear heels all through. As planner cum PA cum bridesmaid cum what else did I do (I heard my name so many times I was almost gonna scream), I am proud of myself. If I must say so myself. So much responsibility and I know I handled it well. Only hitches were CBM’s dress which didn’t fit (we had to get someone else to sew something about 12am this morning, and she did a good job) and the silly DJ who won’t give us danceable songs. Lost track of how many times I had to ask him to play us good music before the couple entered. Gave up at some point and switched to the band. Whew.

Picking party money aint an easy sometin o. I dunno what I was scared of the most. Someone stepping me, someone farting or someone cracking my skull whilst bending to pick money. And Yorubas can like to spend!!!! Hian!!!!! Party peeve though, people and the craze for party favours. My good Lord, if people could cut of my hand all because they want a souvenir they would gladly have I am sure. *smh*

Apparently I did a bad thing by not attending my friend’s wedding last week. I have been told threatened by another friend if I mistakenly not show up at her wedding. Her words “after the reception, I would tell them I have an important thing to do, head to yours and kill you”. Have to find a way to make up to the bride ba? God help me.

I can finally sleep. With less than 4 hours sleep in 48 hours (yes, I had one of those no going home till it is completed task at work, got to the office 7:20am on Thursday and asides a 30 minutes nap about 2am Friday morning and a three and a half hours sleep this morning, I haven’t slept). Yeah, only went home to have a shower and head back to work about 8am yesterday. Things we do for friends (and work). Alrighty, time to knock out.

Not a fan but kinda like this song

And I dedicate this to my bride and her lovely husband

Yayyy, I have a new commenter!!!!! Thanks Tee

Enjoy the rest of your weekend.

Tada

Final note/quote: “When you’re in a marriage, you’re on the same team. You either win together or lose together- Greg” #stolenfromsinglenigerianman

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.

Weddings and other tinz

So I was yet again at another wedding yesterday; seems like that’s all I do now right? No worry, going on a break till August. Anyways, for the first time, I actually enjoyed a wedding sermon. Not the long, winding give all the talk they had given during counselling sermons. Oh yes, I have been to a wedding where the Pastor spent 3 hours preaching. Or the headless, tailless sermons. Short and straight. Similar content, just shorter and more interesting. Lesson 1. Keep it short. Those who listen would remember. I for one didn’t take notes but I can remember most of the sermon, a day after, after all the food and dancing.

He spoke about choices and how before exchanging vows, they were in a relationship (I thought the traditional wedding is the real wedding?) Anyways, but once the vow was exchanged, they were now in a covenant with God at the centre and thus have introduced “something” into their bloodline. How a lot of people exchange marital vows week in, week out and months after, end it, “shit” gets real and they blame the devil. No be him o. Na both of you.

Oh and he spoke about 3 things a man wants; sex (which is a taboo in church), food and a wife that doesn’t nag. I wonder though why Pastors find it hard talking about sex in church. Seriously, I think they need to start doing that. Ha! Yes. He said wives should show their husbands they are gifted whilst having sex. He said no matter how tired a man is, if his wife comes out of the bathroom naked, something must happen. True or false? Food; he spoke about how the groom was forbidden from henceforth to be eating indomie. I laughed. Na all bachelors dey chop noodles? I know quite a few guys were dey chop proper food everyday and na dem cook am. Nagging only makes a man hard/harder. Women, listen. Sorry, na the part concern me I highlight.

Anywayz, a lot of the usual stuff was also said, parents should leave the children alone and all. I shalt go into that.

Moving on, I finally caught the akwa oche bug and I think I rocked it sha. Almost didn’t wear it. With the comments I read on bellanaija Thursday night? Fear caught me. I had 2 options, a gown and a lace top + akwa oche. Bet well, I did wear it, and am glad I did. Too much similar looking gowns yo! Which reminds me, when we were younger, there was a stigma attached to wearing akwa oche. No one wanted to be caught in it. Now na fad ba? Fashion and its cycles.

Lesson 2: keep your wedding simple. I am too simple ba? Too much crowd and too many VIPs can keep people from enjoying themselves. Or find someone who can help with the protocol people. The couple had someone who could help but I imagine if they didn’t have someone. I won’t even “enter” into the whose wedding is it anyway debate; parents or the children. Just reach a compromise of it gets that bad. I guess I am just lucky I have a father who I can tell we just want 300 guests and he would agree. And just let you run your show.

Shonda Rhimes is looking for trouble o. If you know her, warn her. Dazall.

In other news, people didn’t take me serious when I said I had a hair mishap. Not even my sisters. Till one of them saw my new “length” yesterday. Well, 7 months of “natural” hair ended today. Relaxed the shege today. And I wanna cry. My hair mishap was worse than I thought. Till December or next year.

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New length

In other other news, it is Global Outreach Day next Saturday. Preach Christ to someone.

Have a great week people.

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.

Showerella and four other things

Whew, 99th post… Drums rolling…..

I promised to do something on showerella. Hopefully this would be one of many ish on young entrepreneurs.

Showerella was born out of a passion to entertain. It was founded by Ike (my girlfriend since 1987, I shall famz) a graduate of Chemistry from University of Sheffield. Showerella is the place where you find exquisite products to create a pre-wedding party to last a life time. You can read more about the story behind showerella on the blog. Starting with perfumes, Showerella has grown to include other products to make a bride-to-be’s day memorable. With the help of her sister and a childhood friend, they have been able to create Scentelier, a ready to go activity box set. The Scentelier perfume making party box set contains all you need to host a stylish perfume party for 10, 15 or 25 guests. It is now available online and would soon hit stores in the UK and US. More activity box sets are in production and would also be hitting stores soon.

You can visit the website showerella, follow on twitter (@showerella), like on facebook and join on pinterest. I have seen and I know how much work is being put into this business and I can assure you it would be worth it. So MOHs, sisters and sisters-in-law to be, bridesmaids, even mothers/mothers-in-law to be, there you go. Treat that friend, sister, daughter to a fabulous bridal shower.

Life is too short for boring parties.

Four other things

Sea/ship themed bridal showers

Not ended on bridal showers. No, just not yet. Saw some pictures of a sea themed bridal shower over the weekend. Lawd, it was gorg. Ladies dressed as sailors. Got me seriously thinking. I want a beach themed bridal shower. Enough of in the house, at a restaurant, bar ish ish bridal showers. Let the bikins out.

Reading

It is amazing that I have a 9-6 job and I still find time to read. While I was home with nothing to do, I found it hard reading the Point Man. I get a “job” and I find time to read a chapter every other day. Updating in a few minutes.

Hustle 

I was about entering into my car yesterday when some dude greets me. I look at him from the side of my eye, answer BUT spent a few seconds sizing him and his car (unfortunately, the part of the car I saw made it look a late 1990s, early 2000s car). And the kind of thoughts that entered my head ehn, I am ashamed. Right after, I heard clearly in my mind, “don’t knock another man’s hustle. Do you know how much he saved to buy the car? Because “wan gbe moto si e nidi” (dem dash you car for house), you are disrespecting others”. I wanted to cry. Just entered the car jeje and drove off. Only to see it was a 2008-10 thereabout Avalon  (I saw the car from my side na). I spent the journey home thinking about how easy it is for one to knock another man’s hustle especially when you have had things easy. The “curse” of having a car to drive. Now am beginning to look at people based on the car they drive (I seriously still feel bad about what happened and the kind of silly thoughts). I was seriously reprimanded in my spirit. It was a “na because you get moto you dey look down on another, moto wey no be your own” kinda ish. Funny I have never thought or looked down on another based on the car he/she drives. Where that silly thought came from yesterday I dunno.

All bark no bite

I can no longer bite. You may not understand. I am one of those who when things aint going their way, I could easily lose it. Throw tantrums, sulk, I am just a drama queen. Selfish I know. Working on it biko. I do all I can to get things done my way. When something bad/wrong happens, I can also quickly lose it. I kinda bully people. However, in the last 2-3 months I have been somehow subdued. Like things happen I could easily go over the edge and I am just calm. Seriously calm. Like a friend said recently about an issue, “I am surprised at your response. The person I know would have…..”. My iPhone fell into water at the salon while getting my nails done. Old me would have flipped. I actually just picked the phone, tried draining the water and dropped it in my bag. Everybody kept saying aunty sorry and me I was just smiling. I just had this “what can I do” feeling, it has happened, it has happened, you can’t change it ish. Got home and told my elder sister what happened and she was like “and you didn’t do anything?” I replied “kini mo fe shey?” She was shocked.

Things happen and I just let it go… I am beginning to think they all think there is something wrong with me at home. I was talking to mumsie the other day and she said my sisters reported me to her. And then she goes on asking if am sure all is well. I would have raked for my sisters that day (normally) but somehow I just let it slide. *sigh*. Am I sure all is well?

Side note: Maxwell is coming to town and I can’t go. For a zillion reasons. Maxwell isn’t the kind of person you go see with someone of the same sex. Neither should you go with someone who isn’t your significant other. I am seriously sad just thinking about it alone. Forgot to mention that the 2nd anniversary competition is now closed. The winner would be announced on Sunday 10th. Gift is a 50 quid pound Asos voucher. So all those who commented before 31st, keep praying. Won’t pick the winner till Sunday. Funny how my blog’s anniversary falls on one of my le boos birthdays. Popman too is celebrating his birthday on the 7th. Excited much.

Married the new single

Loool. I see some people are laughing. Tis hard staying away from this blog biko. Are you happy now? Lol.

Back to topic.

Quick question. When did it become a trend for women (most especially) to start tripping for married men? It goes both ways but it is more of a female thingy. You see that man with a ring and that is the one you decide to crush on. Sometimes even plot to become madam. When we stopped looking at single men (and women) and decide it is those ones with the ring gan gan we prefer? I have heard a lotta reasons from the “he is married means he is responsible and would take care of me” to the “I didn’t know he was married”. I think it is the latter group I should address first.

I am one of those who looks at a man’s left hand unconsciously (it has become a habit sha) but within few minutes of meeting him. And I get very amazed and most times pissed when I see a supposedly married man without his ring on. I am a firm believer in what the ring symbolizes and except the ring was stolen (and even if it was, what happened to getting another and asking your Priest, Pastor, Bishop, Reverend, Vicar, Imam to bless it?) I don’t see why a man/woman shouldn’t wear it. I just believe some men (and women) set out to deceive others. True confession. I have scoped one too many guys only to discover they are married (things you are allowed to do when you are single; abi na? Before a le boo puts a ring on it). I remember going to see someone recently and looking at his hands am like uhmmmm at 40+, you aint married? Only to see some photo frames from the corner of my eyes, I turn to look and see him and his family. At that point I knew he couldn’t be less than 50 (he sure looks like he is in his mid 40s though) and I almost asked him why he wasn’t wearing a ring. I dunno if it is only me it has happened to but a couple of times, you see the hawt guy and suddenly some woman (at times pg or even with kids) comes from nowhere to make you know say this one is taken. Trust me, I can relate. I don’t want no woman scoping my man either. I can “tika bo e loju”. I fit put “sorry he is taken for him forehead”. Lol. I no fit o. But when the man no gree wear him ring nko? *sigh*. I have heard the it is not necessary to wear the ring especially once it is agreed on by the couple. For me o, it is utter BS. Please wear your ring. You wear am sef, people dey trip. If you now no wear am nko? You are causing a lot of heartbreak with the ring on, you have all now decided we no dey wear am. Mtschewwww. Lol. Am taking it P.

Now back to the ones who see that that man or woman is married o, and na him/her they want. I have no words for such people. I just pray that when they get married too, na their own man/woman someone else too would want. Abi? Fair enough innit? Like I tell people who clearly see someone is in a relationship/engaged or even married yet shamelessly chase after them, as you have done to another man’s/woman’s so would it be done to you. For the “shebi they are just in a relationship/engaged” people, when you get engaged too, someone else would say such to your man/woman. Shikena.

To wrap up my somewhat pointless post, asked a friend some questions some 3/4 years ago and thought to ask a bigger audience, especially the married ones. Funny thing is when I asked her these questions, I wasn’t even in a relationship not to talk of getting married but I feel though the questions apply to normal everyday man-woman romantic relationships, married people would relate better. Quick background to why I asked the questions then. There was this guy I really did like and he liked me gan (too much sef). And everybody thought these ones are so perfect and yada yada. Woke up one day and I suddenly didn’t have no feelings whatsoever for him. As in. I just didn’t like him no more and I was mega scared. I freaked out cuz it did occur to me that day that I could have been married and can one day wake up and not love my husband anymore. It was a moku mogbe modaran moment. I told him straight I didn’t see him in that light anymore but then thought if we were married, how would I have handled it?

1. How do you handle the days when you wake up and kinda like freak out. Like ask yourself “what have I gotten into”? Am I sure I married the right person? Like when you just feel you don’t love the man/woman you married no longer. The OMG, I want out moments.

2. You are married to this amazing man/woman. Months/years after, you meet this super, mega amazing man/woman. Do you start to think maybe you settled? Maybe if you had waited a bit, you would have married this super amazing man/woman? How do people handle it?

3. How do you “close” your eyes to all the men/women you meet after marriage? Especially for the women. How do you close your eyes and heart to that guy who does what le boo does (or used to do) and more? Answers please and please I know praying is key. Asides prayers nko?

Couple of weddings today. End of the year weddings. Sadly, can’t attend any as popman has decided we spend the weekend in a place I haven’t been in 19+ years. I don’t even know how I should feel. Wishing them all the best as they start their journey together.