tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9887497646323213922024-02-19T14:32:56.004+01:00The sounding board of a bizzy bee......in the life of an almost workaholic gurl...almost...Aee Bonruehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18287574113066418928noreply@blogger.comBlogger120125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988749764632321392.post-57857942637261476642019-09-04T18:55:00.001+01:002019-09-04T19:18:34.195+01:00#30DayWritingChallenge: Day 2 - Something You Feel Strongly About
Ubuntu.
That’s the spirit of our fathers. The spirit that kept us together. The spirit of success. The one thing we can’t find in the mothership anymore. It went out the window. When, no one can place a finger on that.
See, I was born in the Lagos to parents who are 100% Igbo. My mother was born in Ghana before Nigerians were chased home. Lagos became home until 1966. My dad Aee Bonruehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18287574113066418928noreply@blogger.com340tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988749764632321392.post-17677207285267403382019-09-04T01:31:00.002+01:002019-09-04T18:56:40.978+01:00#30DayWritingChallenge: Day 1 - 5 ways to win my heart ❤️ The truth is that there aren’t 5 ways to win my heart.
There’s actually just one and I almost chose to be an idiot and would’ve been done with this in a jiff, but this is about writing, something I haven’t really done a lot of recently, something I’m not sure I can do anymore...so, THREE.
There are just three ways to my heart.
The supreme Three.
The Holy Threenity:&Aee Bonruehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18287574113066418928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988749764632321392.post-91744772530623550602018-11-19T11:32:00.002+01:002018-11-19T11:50:49.565+01:00Fiction: “Jaaneman”
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Kissing her was better than the warmth of the sun on a cold day.
Looking at her from across the bar, I never thought I'd be able to get near her let alone kiss her. She wasn't like the others. The mere sight of her left me a sorry mass of inexplicable matter.
There I was, my brain stuttering and stammering as she looked at me with those beautiful brown eyes. No Aee Bonruehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18287574113066418928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988749764632321392.post-23553048216402624142016-05-21T07:20:00.001+01:002016-05-21T07:20:28.931+01:00This is a love song...I like meditationAnd pools and beachesAnd making things from scratchI love friendshipAnd her best friend, loyaltyAnd her favourite sister, LoveI'm in love with wordsWhether poetry or a good storyAnd massages - it's always a happy ending.I can't live without musicOr dancing like no one's watching Or traveling like my life depends on miles coveredThis is a love song.Aee Bonruehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18287574113066418928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988749764632321392.post-58265137003032006512016-03-20T08:22:00.001+01:002016-03-20T08:22:19.580+01:00On equality...Aee Bonruehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18287574113066418928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988749764632321392.post-28452103453973405642016-03-07T07:39:00.001+01:002016-03-07T07:43:12.790+01:00Bills, bills, bills...The clock on the mantelshelf says it's 7.17am. A cursory glance at the calendar reveals what I already suspected: it's March 7, 2016.It's a Monday. There are shitloads of things to do. I should've worked on these things at the weekend. I should've sorted them out in my head. I needed to sort them out in my head...you know, lay out the plans...But no. This was one of those weekends. Whereby IAee Bonruehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18287574113066418928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988749764632321392.post-82098039310521242752016-03-05T05:57:00.001+01:002016-03-05T05:57:52.711+01:00Work...Aee Bonruehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18287574113066418928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988749764632321392.post-43065978083840839432016-03-04T21:22:00.001+01:002016-03-04T21:22:29.131+01:00Doodling...Aee Bonruehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18287574113066418928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988749764632321392.post-76000253908000587462016-02-28T08:45:00.001+01:002016-02-28T08:45:22.304+01:00#1 View from my bedI'm lying in my bed this beautiful, beautiful Sunday morning.I'm mentally preparing for worship aka church while marveling at God's sense of humour. God has a weirdly beautiful sense of humour and it's no secret I have a thing for a good sense of humour...and a smattering of mischief 😊😊😊I love that we can talk.Aee Bonruehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18287574113066418928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988749764632321392.post-86005198860661165132016-02-17T07:50:00.001+01:002016-02-17T07:50:06.984+01:00spiritual connections.Have you ever met someone and came to the realization that the "relationship must remain a "spiritual union" or a "mystical marriage" or an "astral connection"...an "amitié amoureuse"Something that mustn't be corrupted by...by...anything at all?I read WB Yeats and Maud Gonne's 'love story' this a.m. and it reminded me of a relationship I know quite intimately. Even though the story was about why Aee Bonruehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18287574113066418928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988749764632321392.post-55574985167160439132016-02-10T12:09:00.001+01:002016-02-10T12:11:29.373+01:00On men and relationships... *cackles*So on Facebook this morning, Friend posted: "You know what men do when they are thinking about having a relationship with you? When they’re open to the option? NOTHING. They do NOTHING. They keep their mouths shut, they scope out the situation, and they let the chips fall Aee Bonruehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18287574113066418928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988749764632321392.post-50799361770057285452016-02-10T11:47:00.001+01:002016-02-10T11:47:13.804+01:00I remember the first time we met like it was yesterday...I remember that smile that never left your face...I remember how you'd belly your many client induced frustrations in that your trademark half smile...I remember the day I heard you'd passed...I remember the tightening in my chest...the one that I feel every time your name pops up in a conversation...or when I come across your number on my Aee Bonruehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18287574113066418928noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988749764632321392.post-66542769590966614122016-02-09T20:18:00.001+01:002016-02-09T20:18:50.272+01:00I should just rant about how I was alive and well all day long and how I'm suddenly feverish and how my temperature is rising by the second and how I feel like diarhea crap and how I think I should just shut down and sleep it off...or how I'd rather watch a movie than do the wise thing which is take some paracetamol and pray the fever doesn't persist...SighAee Bonruehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18287574113066418928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988749764632321392.post-56887426945580944592016-02-06T20:03:00.001+01:002016-02-06T20:10:36.983+01:00Dear Muse...You see, we thought we knew the answer to this question (I know "Assumption is the mother of all f&%kups." and shit like that.) and we've mulled over those 2 days...Perhaps, I was overly excited to have you around and I let some things slide by me? (Perhaps? Perhaps? Perhaps??)You see, darling muse, from a niggle of doubt we've reached full paranoia. We've debated with better judgement for Aee Bonruehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18287574113066418928noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988749764632321392.post-56009426733980001132016-02-03T19:27:00.001+01:002016-02-03T19:27:57.473+01:00I couldn't decide if j wanted Jam or Peanut burra or Nutella. This is how you know you have trust issues.Wistful sigh. Aee Bonruehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18287574113066418928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988749764632321392.post-88045294191632960402016-02-02T10:32:00.001+01:002016-02-02T10:32:53.826+01:00Hashtag: Ponderisms.There's this sense of calm I get from walking these blogville streets...reading all those blogs I've come to love...walking the streets of these minds I may never put a body or face to...its pure bliss, I tell you. Takes me on a journey...back to a place when I was a mishmash of emotions. When we'd make/read absolutely sublime post or just some bullkakery that refused to be silenced. Aee Bonruehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18287574113066418928noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988749764632321392.post-30921448943813054432016-02-01T18:44:00.001+01:002016-02-01T18:44:53.203+01:00Randomery...Life without medication.Not drugsNot the InternetNot retail therapyNot Music therapyJust life, you and silenceAee Bonruehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18287574113066418928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988749764632321392.post-56553049743816607372015-07-14T10:54:00.000+01:002015-07-14T10:54:46.495+01:00..................This mental laziness is real.
Mental laziness is the worst type of laziness yet because one really can't do much about it.
Just gripe and gripe and gripe and sulk and rail at something or someone for the fact that you just can't seem to get your brain to get off the couch.
Bloody couch potato.
No amount of cussing will help.
Just walk away.Aee Bonruehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18287574113066418928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988749764632321392.post-87683006911191578042014-07-08T09:28:00.000+01:002014-07-08T09:31:27.347+01:00Gets to class first......sits at the back of said class
Naturally.
Have a great day, y'all
Mine already started well...with Coffee!
:)
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xx
Picture: My View Today
#30Days30Pictures
Aee Bonruehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18287574113066418928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988749764632321392.post-8544152072109763932014-07-07T23:16:00.001+01:002014-07-08T09:32:19.304+01:00Las Buj nights...One is due up in about 6hours yet one is not near zzzzzzland even though one is absolutely Knackeredddd from traveling alllll day.
While trying to get used to the hotel room that will be home for the next 14 nights, I shall iron a shirt, watch AFMAG and count sheep when they fail (coz they will :( )
Oh well...Snack time.
P.S.
Still on the #30days30Pictures program. I haven't posted since Aee Bonruehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18287574113066418928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988749764632321392.post-6465156563053893422014-06-28T09:51:00.001+01:002014-06-28T09:55:14.592+01:00Because I'm happy :)So, I'm at work, on the morning shift (Haven't been on air in about 3 weeks) and I very nearly just id'ed my former station.
El-Oh-El.
Nicely done, mind. Nicely done.
Shior.
Oh well, I just thought I'd look in :)
Have an awesome day!
xx
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Picture: To New Beginnings :)
#30Day30Pictures
Aee Bonruehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18287574113066418928noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988749764632321392.post-27554612188776397692014-06-09T14:39:00.001+01:002014-06-09T14:42:57.002+01:00#NoteToSelf
“Anxiety and Ennui are the Scylla and Charybdis on which the bark of human happiness is
most often wrecked.”
– William Edward Hartpole Lecky
(The Map of Life)
(FYI: Scylla and Charybdis were mythical sea monsters. Scylla was said to be a rock shoal (described as a six-headed sea monster) on the Italian side of the strait and Charybdis was a whirlpool off the coast Aee Bonruehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18287574113066418928noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988749764632321392.post-60544021770408395562013-12-27T21:06:00.001+01:002013-12-27T21:08:11.053+01:00It 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 Aee Bonruehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18287574113066418928noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988749764632321392.post-90296414772206549872013-10-13T19:59:00.001+01:002013-10-13T19:59:38.809+01:00Tosan.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 Aee Bonruehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18287574113066418928noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988749764632321392.post-28908833474630294432013-10-07T10:52:00.001+01:002013-10-07T10:52:22.915+01:00Mr Not Exactly RightI 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 kindAee Bonruehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18287574113066418928noreply@blogger.com6