It was a very good year...

When I was 29...it was a very good year
It had ups,
It had downs,
But It went my way...

Kept most of the promises I made to me
Some good,
Some horrid *gasps*
But it was all me.

When I was 29, it was a very fine year,
I learnt some important
lessons in friendship, love...life
And it was all good.

No regrets.
No. Not one.
Are there things I woulda done
Differently?

*pondering*

Naaaaah.

Thanks for being such a sport, 29.
A robust note, I shall write.
Sometime.

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Hello 30.
It's good to finally meet you.
You and I will make good music together...trust me.

XX

P.S
FYI, We're stuck with 22. Don't try to kick her out. You can't. ;-)

Tosan.

Death.

Death.

The finality of death.

It hurts like hell, Tosan...It hurts to talk about you in past tense. If tears could bring you back, you'd be here right now showing off one of your designs...I would be critiquing right now and you'd be telling me how you didn't get much sleep.

I remember the first day we met. Sy's birthday party. The definition of a gentleman. I never heard you raise your voice, man. That smile was always on your face...even when you were mad. The day you explained why you preferred to be called "Tosan" instead of "Tosin". I remember laughing so hard.

Talent.

Taught me everything I know about graphic design...enough to get me out of scrapes. I remember how you gushed about my work and told me I could get good at it.

Damn.

The days when I'd walk into the boardroom at the office and you would be there 'coz you worked overnight on some design or the other...How we both had those "Don't disturb" SIM Cards and would cover for each other...How you'd say "Calm down" when I was having one of my moments.

Memories.

Dead. DEAD.

Final.

Rest in Peace, my dear friend, brother, colleague...you were one of a kind.

Rest in Peace.

Mr Not Exactly Right

I hate hook ups. Absolutely hate them. Not just because they hardly ever work for me but more because it takes away the excitement of...of what though? I don't know right now but I know I somehow, always have to find a way to shut it down.

See, half the time, folks are trying to set me up with men they think will be "good for me"...really...I won't be mad If y'all are setting me up with the kind of men y'all have seen me with na. Is that too much to ask?

In the last 4 months, 3 people have tried to set me up with someone "fabulous" and trust me, this thing isn't funny.

1. A 40 something year old man who after the first few messages starts to compare me with "Nkem" whom he should have married but was "too blind" to see her worth at the time. Sigh. The things I see. Need I mention that he has "zilchero" sense of humour.

2. Heelarious 40 something year old who about 20 minutes into our first phone conversation asked me what kinda underwear I like and If I shaved clean or...I didn't wait for the rest of the question.

3. Turned out this very hot 30 something year old has a glistening 4th finger band and was just tryna "score". He's lucky we never met.

The crap singletons have to go through. Like being single is now a crime punishable by horrible match making!
Seriously, why can't folks just leave me?  I mean, If they are going to find me a man, can you at least get it right? WTH? Mscheeew.

Quarter-life crisis...I guess.

Today's Favourite quote: “The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page.” ― Augustine of Hippo

Nursing a cup of coffee...It's one of those Monday mornings.
Sokugo - also known as wanderlust - is back.

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I had a sublime weekend.

Saturday: Met with old friends. Struck up new relationships. Wore a dress and High heels. Went out. Had fun. For the first time in 4 months. 

Sunday: Was going fine till a certain dim-wit derailed my happy train. I even got to work early. (:-0)

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This can't be lethargy I feel...The familiar need for air...It's funny because I only just got here.

Sigh.

I know. 

I'm about to do something "crazy".

I need to do this one "crazy" thing...but I wait. 

I wait.

For the right time.

P.S

I just realized that I posted my 92nd post...sigh...Sigh.

Join the conversation @ www.the3six5ng.wordpress.com.

There is no excuse whatsoever for not posting something here. It is what it is. Laziness. Pure and Simple... Sigh. 

Anyhoos, HERE lies my second installment for the3six5ng project. If you haven't heard of it, read all about it HERE. 

Oh...THIS here was my first post way back in March. Enjoy...and sign up while you're at it. I shall now go back to counting sheep. 

xx

Randomery...Jes' coz ah ken :p

Holla!!

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I'm officially sick of living in a hotel. Sadly, getting a place in this my new hangout is a job for the spartans, walahi. Sotay they are asking for me to pay rent for 2 years. 2 years! What if get bored in a year? What happens then? The moment they hear you're from a radio station, they immediately see money pouring out of all your orifices! Hiaa

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I really should stop watching the news. I should just watch movies instead. Comedy flicks. There's too much sadness in this world :(  

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My Brother's fine. Sister's got through to him finally. His place is fine too. My uncle's place is another story. Thankfully, no one's hurt. Just a little shaken.

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If I don't eat ham again, it'll be too soon. My stomach probably has a special compartment for all the ham i've eaten in the last 6 weeks. I need to pay for a place soon. This is madness! 

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My P90X Videos are just busy pointing at me and laughing. This is me who wants a beach body by August. *Points and Laughs* I have to be sexy by Christmas. *remembers bathroom scale result from this a.m* This is not good for my heart  :| I have to be ripped mehhhn! 

Fluffy has to go :|

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Two nights ago, I started out of bed. I couldn't breathe. I ran to the door, opened it, praying I wouldn't have to crawl out for help. I didn't. I got better. I still don't know what happened. I just couldn't breathe. I was so disoriented. A visit to the doctor is necessary, I reckon. 

Sigh.

Living alone is the best thing since coca cola but mehnnnn...just pray say nothing do you.

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I've gotta split. 

Sleep well y'all. It is gonna be an early night pour moi.

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xx

Insomnia and all her friends...

Okay.

Shift done and dusted.

Tucked in for the night but for some weird reason, I can't sleep.



Of course my mind start to wander...I find myself seriously debating with myself:

What does it matter what people think about you?
Well, actually, "What would people say about you?"

If you were to carry out a survey on yourself, what will people say you are?


I guess I should just concern myself with counting goslings...

I should just go to sleep.

In the last few months, I've had so much to write. So much. So many things that have somehow refused to be written. If I had a body-slam for every time I opened this blog and closed it without updating, I'd probably have a permanent space at Igbobi by now.

It's something I can't wrap my head around.

Having something to say yet not having attendant enthusiasm to follow through with actually saying it.

Sometimes I flip open my notepad and write a few words, hoping to come back and break them into tangible paragraphs...I never get around to.

One would think that a new job with better hours and real ass down times spent in a hotel room without distractions would give me time to actually put pen to paper...or fingers to keyboard :(

There was so much to talk about. So much. The tiny snag is collecting these thoughts...Collecting them is a huge chore.

I just don't find the mental strength mostly because half of the time it is morbidity galore. Can't blame me. There aren't a lot of happy stuff going on in the world today. Kids killing themselves like it's going out of fashion. For instance, Cousin C. (30 Yrs old) died birthing her first child almost 12 weeks ago, I had a lot to say...Cousin O. (33 Yrs old) died exactly 2 weeks after Cousin C's funeral...I had oodles to say...most of them expletives...I also had a lot to write about the Italian girl who killed herself because she was being bullied on Facebook by schoolmates. I cried when Jiah killed herself because she couldn't take the rejection from her boyfriend. I had a lot to say...but all I saw was a BLOCKADE.

The same feeling every time.

No words.

However, recently, I read something on writers' block: "There's no such thing as writers' block" *huh??* "The cure to to writers block is to keep writing." How??? I asked. Then it occurred to me that the writer was PROBABLY right. If one gives in to writers' block, one may never write another word again because it never goes away. So, one must trudge on.
One must get one's groove back.

Sigh

One tried again last night.

NOTHING.

I turned on the TV to try relax and the first thing I saw was the Alberta, Canada flood report and I just burst into tears. Reason being that my baby brother lives in Calgary and I immediately tried to reach him and got his voicemail. (I've still not been a able to reach him) I was worried for one long moment then It struck me: "Why worry, when you can pray?"
So I prayed. The good Lord takes care of his own.

Anyway, the news went on with more heartbreaking items:

India floods...hunger, refugee camps etc
Turkey Protests
Brazil Protests...

Apparently, Good news is no news...Sigh. I was glad when open court came on. I watched some of my tennis heroes past and just when I was gearing up to write something cool, the Le Mans - Allan Simonsen tragedy popped on the screen.

I gave up.


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For where.

The universe isn't done with me just yet.

Madiba is critical.
Nigeria's out of the Confed Cup.

Sigh

I have a lot to say but It's time for my shift.

Let's do after later.

A Super Eagles Induced Rant :|

Watching Spain wallop Tahiti wasn't exactly the way I planned to spend my evening so I decided to get my beauty sleep. I set my alarm for 11pm. There was no way I was gonna miss Nigeria's match.

I should have just slept jejely and watched the re-run today.

Did you see that game???

WHERE THE HELL WHERE OUR FORWARDS????

Honestly, Brown Ideye should just make sure I don't catch him in a dark corner. The things I will do to him ehn, he won't believe it.

There were so many errors...Like they would say in tennis, "Unforced Errors". Lugano's goal for example, had no business being a goal had Efe Ambrose not stood right there like an effing figurine. We would've at least come off that encounter with a draw.

Echiejile and Musa and Ideye's misses....legendary! I will  tell my grandbabies all about them! What????

Musa is definitely not the Musa that I fell in love with. He's started eating money abi? Let me catch him. This is the point where I say I missed Victor Moses and Emmanuel Emenike...and even Osaze Blabbermouth Odemwingie sef. Sigh.

18 matches unbeaten and we gave it away to Uruguay in one moment of madness! To think these *insert expletive here* were planing on having a party coz we beat Tahiti. TAHITI!!! Hand falling on a kentro level y'all! Na una mates sama dem 10 - 0 o!

I dey vex joo

Look, I'm not saying they didn't "try" considering their complaints of jet-lag and a tight schedule of friendlies/qualifiers/training etc, but come on! They didn't exactly play like champions all the way. They were sleepy at some point and that cost us the match.

My major grouse is that I lost sleep and we lost the match :|
Now I'm at work, feeling like crap, hoping that I somehow get through the next 6 hours (my eyes be like flashlight wey im battery don dey die)

Mscheeeewwwwwww

Dia ...Monologue V

Club X...12.45A.M, WEDNESDAY, 26TH August, 2009

...did you hear me? 

(beat) 

I said i'm 'daeze...Just got back from the states...

(beat) 

Yeah...I haven't been home in a while...and you're...? Ricky...Hi Ricky...forgive me but I've been watching  you since you walked in with your pals...wondering what your voice may sound like...

(beat) 

Uhm...I'm sorry...I'm just so used to...uhm...I plum forgot how rude it seems sometimes when you say everything you're thinking. Please, pretend it didn't happen. Enjoy your...

(beat) 

What? 

(Beat)

Really? You don't mind? Wow! Gee! Thanks! Well, like i said, I just got back into the country...tryna fit back in.

(chuckles) 

Kinda hard ya know...uhm...we're screaming and we can barely hear each other...uhm...can we go outside...to the bar, perhaps...Or to my hotel . It's just across from this place...awww jeez! Please ignore me! 

(beat) 

Huh?...(Beat)You don't mind coming with me...(beat) Swell! C'mon then!

(Flip, flop)

(Unlock)

(Plunk)

(Bump, grind)


2 hours later...

Wow!! Dude...you are one helluva guy...Shit! I can't wait to do this again! I need to call Phil! He'll be so excited...You see, Phil likes to watch! 

(beat) 

Phil's my Husband...I must have mentioned him at some...Wassup? Where're you goin'? 

Wait!

(Slam!)

Waggwaannnn!!!

It's a beautiful Thursday afternoon and I've missed this place.

BIG TIME.

I'm on break at work. My Skype date is forming busy and I'm trying to get my mom on the phone. Somehow in the middle of all that, I finally mustered a stream of coherent thoughts to put on here.

I haven't had a lot of those in the last 5 weeks...coherent thoughts, that is...at least when I'm not working. The last 5 weeks have been trying. However,

Between swapping jobs and pay-cheques :D (Again)
Between swapping sweet smelling nature for city smoke and dirt (Again)
Between swapping my homey flat for a limited hotel room :(
Between swapping my kitchen and its inviting smells for hotel food, dodgy restaurants and one too many mince pies & cup cakes :'(
Between swapping 100% health for Typhoid and Malaria ++ and Hives (sigh)

I'm actually a very happy woman :)

New job!
*attempts azeunteu...erhmm...not a great idea*

My hours are awesome! My job is awesome! My colleagues...err....some of them are awesome...others....well, I just want to smack 'em. Yep. The ones that think being a presenter means you should speak with a flipping contrived accent...I just want to smack 'em  upside the head...with a book.

Haba.
What did you think? A hatchet?
You sef.

Okay, the thought did cross my mind but then I thought "to early. a few more days..."

Jes' Kidding records dot com

lol

I'm just glad to be here after such a long time.

*In James Brown's Cackle* I feeeeeel Gooood!
Ehen, before I commence a-babbling, lemme get beck ta werk...Mama gats wait till after my shift mehn...


I will be back!


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Music Monday...Sorta :s

You see, this is one of those Mondays and I was determined to make it work so I place my big ol' headphones on my head and decided to roll with Jazz, thanks to T.Notes' post. Anita O'Day, Michael Franks, Dave Koz, Norah Jones, Al Jarreau....the whole nine yards. Anyways, somehow I progressed to soft rock....now I find myself hanging with the Platters and The Chi-lites and Harold Melvin & The Bluenotes and their brethren and somehow I kept coming back to "The Great Pretender" sigh...so, like the smarty pants I pretend I am, I decided to spill it here....thinking it would get out of my head...

Yap. So there's I was scouting for a video to put up....just when I thought I was done, I found Freddy Mecury's cover....sigh....

Let's just say, I traded one cognitive itch for another. Issorai.


Y'all enjoy the rest of the day!



XX


p.s
Yap. I changed my display name. Peer pressure is real.

Paix...

The "One Percent Project"

Hi people! 

Happy new year!  

Oh I said that already. Drat. It's been ages. Bizzy bee things. Forgive me. As it is, I'm not even really blogging. I just have some information to share and I hope you share after reading. I pray you share after reading ;)

 So, my sister from another mother, Temite, has this laudable initiative she's been working on and I thought I'd share it on here for those of y'all whose email addresses I don't have :D 

Here's the story as told by the beautiful people at One Percent Project:

On February 14, 2013, the One Percent Project launched an initiative to get 10,000 Nigerians to commit to blood donation to save lives.

Blood saves lives and we believe that the shortage of blood in many hospitals in Nigeria is absolutely unacceptable. In Nigeria, making blood available for each individual in an emergency can save 13,500 women every year and even more children under-5. There is no synthetic substitute for blood and blood from 100% non-remunerated volunteer donors is the only replacement. Thus,the goal of the One Percent Project Initiative is to work on making blood available for those who need it.

Why Should You Donate Your Blood?
Choosing to give a unit of this “precious gift of life” saves lives of those in dire need of blood. Nigeria needs just 1% to give blood regularly to ensure that in cases of emergency quality blood is always available for patients who need it.

Who Needs Blood?

Thousands of people would die daily if there is no sufficient blood in blood banks around the country. If one donates blood, the donor gives the patient the gift money cannot buy and science cannot create. A pint of blood can equal three gifts of life.

Below are categories of people who need blood transfusion:

• Women hemorrhaging due to pregnancy complication;
• Children with severe anemia;
• Accident victims; 
• Surgical patients;
• Cancer patients. 

To help reach the goal of 10,000 people committed to blood donation, SPREAD THE WORD. Visit the website - http://www.tenthousanddonors.org to learn more about this initiative. Tweet about it. Talk about it on Facebook and LinkedIn. Blog about it. Yes! 

By all means, copy this information and send to all your email contacts! More people = More Blood = More Lives Saved!

Sample Tweets/Facebook Updates:

Did you know giving blood regularly makes you a hero? Sign up to become a blood donor today. It takes 2 minutes. 

Blood saves pregnant women, children with severe anemia, accident victims, victims of terrorism, surgical and cancer patients. It takes 2 minutes to sign up and become a hero.

Only one pint of your blood can save three lives. Sign up today and commit to blood donation. #2minutes. 

These are just sample messages; please feel free to edit it to suit your audience. 

Please request images of blood donors or find some on the donor site @ www.tenthousanddonors.org if that helps to pass the message better.

Thank you!

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This is it folks. It is ongoing and I hope I have your support...On Temite's behalf. Now go forth and spread the word. Ngwa, I'm begging you to share this. Everywhere imaginable. Just copy and paste. Shikena! Thank you, o! Ezigbo mmadu :) 

Let's do this!

PS.

You know I love y'all right. I'm tryna clear the cobwebs clogging up the top of my creative juice mug. They seem to have been spun by spiderman on steroids. Once I get that done...

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xx

Bobby Bushay - All or Nothing

Happy New year Luvvies :)

2013 never start e don dey fleece me! lol
This here year has been quite eventful so far but this isn't that post. This is a "Hey wassapppp! I've missed you!" Post.
I'll do a real post soon...

Meanwhile, this right here...
















...is my baby bros music.

Thought I'd share.

Show the youngin some love :)

Peace!


xx