Hashtag: 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. 

The people I read on here...nothing stoked my fire more than remembering those days of rage and zwodder. Some of those people have since melted into the wood works, never to be heard from again in the anon capacity. Some have passed (God rest their souls and help us heal...) Some have stopped writing altogether, sadly...while a curious few have continued writing...for a different audience who maybe have the same ambition: The need to just BE. Or perhaps, priorities have evolved? I don't know...all I know is I love this place to bits.

This place that became my escape for a period of my life when I needed several seats on the the escape train...when Lenny Kravitz's "Get away" was the soundtrack of my existence...this place that allowed me post my "psycho-brabble" without judgement. This place that loved me. 

I really should go back to sounding off here 😊😊

xx

Randomery...

Life without medication.

Not drugs

Not the Internet

Not retail therapy

Not Music therapy

Just life, you 

and silence

At times like this here present one, i have to consciously remind myself that I'm just 28.something and "every" thing...will be A-Okay.

I know i'm right.

I know.

iHere

(Moves cobwebs gently...Lovingly even)

Yeah. No use clearing them since i'm not sure i wont be on another 3-month "break" after this...sigh...At least there'll be someone/something keeping the space bizzy.

How're y'all doing? Oh. I'm good. Listless at this moment but good, generally...Not complaining aloud...Yet. LoL.

I've been around...New job. remember? Yeah. Relocated to a small town across the Niger...Love it here. I actually see squirrels and hear bush fowls...I hear they have very healthy snakes here too. (Dear Lord, Please keep them away from me. Amen.)

Work is fun. Yeah. It's attendant politics and Polemics ever present. I love it. It's what i was made to do. Doesn't feel like work...Monetizing a hobby....LOVE IT! Did i say that already? Ok.

Like play, the year has ended...Gon' put up the Christmas decor at the office tomorrow evening...woopwoop! I haven't the foggiest why i'm excited about Christmas this year...There's this tingle in my spine...Oh i know. Someone's coming to dinner :D :D

...and it's officially 15days to my birthday...wowzers! Gon' be 28 on the 28th :D :D Maybe i'll have (who now???) Sing to me...John Mayer perhaps (Crickets, Fat Crickets) Naaah...On my wishlist is a Tab. An Apple, A berry, A fire...Any will work, Thank you. God bless you. Yes You! If you dont buy it for me, it means i have to by it for myself :( Wont you rather I got some lovely clothes and gorgeous booties with all that money? Think about it oh. It's imporrant.

smh...

Is it obvious that i have absolutely nothing going on between my eyes at this moment? In fact, It seems to me that I'm babbling...Don't worry about me...Imma go back to work now...I'll have something to say when next I'm here. Guide's Honour.


(Bows out...carefully replacing cobwebs)


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Ramble iN My Jangles...

	lol..'sup peepul :D How's tings na? I hope market is moofing fain? ehen...I just say make i aksss" (Sheeet! that shit pisses me the heck off! it's ASK! OKk. Thanks.)  This is just a random "bored-to-me-drawers" post. Not a rant...Just a....rant.  Well i just had this overwhelming feeling to put something down...Fack. i've been tryna hook up a script but it looks like my muse has gone on a french leave (He didn't ask me)  I'm still hooked on twitter...or twirra, like most of us razz peepuls can like to call that pweety birdie :) however, my sister from another mother told me about tweet stats today.  Bottom line: My boss mustn't see that document. Nsogbu ga di. (Problem go dey lol) Bottom-Bottom line:TWIHAB!! NOW!!! But seriously, from one addiction to another...SMH at my self. That's anothr thing...all these short forms and acronyms...hmmm...i see somborri saying "LOL LOL" or "LMAO" instead of just laughing...or say "SHAKE MY HEAD" it's crazy  (I gats catch my sef some kain times sef)  I cut my hair...again. Yup mowed down my 5 inch 'fro. Back down to 2"...it grows...i'm not worried abourrit...I'm worried about the spontaneity of the action...I was on my way home from work...Stopped at the barbers shop. Cropped it. No prior arrangement. No excuses. Nada. My mom said to me when she saw the state of the nation mirrored through her daughter's hair "I fear for your state of mind..." I said to her "I won't cut it again."  Myself said to me "That was what you said the time befor the last...You not only cut it, you  got a mo'hawk and coloured it purple..." There... I have found that i can be slave driven and still have loadsa fun after hours! So i've found a new addiction...KARAOKE!!! Hehehhe (there i go again) Wednesdays and Saturdays will henceforth be dedicated to karaoke...uuuuh! I found...ok not exactly...a friend of mine took me and my sister from another mother to this karaoke bar on saturday and i'm still basking in the sheer beauty of it! Didn't know we had stuff like that on the mainland...it's kinda difficile for me to knock off from work on the mainland and buzz off to island to do karaoke...So, thanks to Ob for hooking a sister up :D *Now dreaming of tomorrow*  My b*ss is still a major a.hole...Nothing's changed in that department. Things have Not improved. I'm gonna take a major decision soon...I miss me...Badly...I've got to sit down and work out where I stand... There's something else...i think it's...it's a whole new post. Ex blues... Meanwhila, I stumbulated upon on some remarkable philosophy...Enjoy hehehehee Do not walk behind me, for I may not lead. Do not walk ahead of  me, for I may not follow. Do not walk beside me, either. Just leave  me alone. The journey of a thousand miles begins with a broken fan belt and  a leaky tire. It's always darkest before dawn. So if you're going to steal your neighbor's newspaper, that's the time to do it. Don't be irreplaceable; if you can't be replaced, you can't be promoted. No one is listening until you make a mistake. Always remember you're unique, just like everyone else. Never test the depth of the water with both feet. It may be that your sole purpose in life is simply to serve as a  warning to others. It is far more impressive when others discover your good  qualities without your help. If you think nobody cares if you're alive, try missing a couple of car payments. Before you criticize someone, you should walk a mile in their shoes. That way, when you criticize them, you're a mile away and you have their shoes. If at first you don't succeed, skydiving is not for you. Give a man a fish and he will eat for a day. Teach him how to fish and he will sit in a boat & drink beer all day.  If you lend someone $20 and never see that person again, it was probably worth it. Don't squat with your spurs on. If you tell the truth, you don't have to remember anything. Some days you are the bug, some days you are the windshield. Good judgment comes from bad experience and a lot of that comes  from bad judgment The quickest way to double your money is to fold it in half and  put it back in your pocket. Timing has an awful lot to do with the outcome of a rain dance. A closed mouth gathers no foot.   Duct tape is like the force: it has a light side and a dark side, and it holds the universe together. There are two theories to arguing with women. Neither one works.   Generally speaking, you aren't learning much when your mouth is moving. Experience is something you don't get until just after you need it.		It's better to be silent and be thought a fool, than to speak and remove all doubt.  -- Mark Twain

You can call me sweetheart...

Husband Writes:

Dear Sweetheart,

I can’t send my salary this month, so I am sending 100 kisses. You are my sweetheart.

Your husband,

Allen.

His wife responds after a few days:

Dearest Sweetheart, thanks for your kisses, hereunder is a breakdown of expenses:

1. The milk man agreed to 2 kisses for one month’s worth of milk.

2. The electricity man only agreed after 7 kisses.

3. Your house owner is coming everyday and taking 2 or 3 kisses instead of the rent.

4. Supermarket owner did not accept kisses only, so I have to give him other items….

5. Other expenses 40 kisses.

Please don’t worry about me. I have a balance of 35 kisses and I hope I can complete the month with the balance. Shall I plan same way for the next month? Please advice.



Your Sweetheart,

Rita.


*STILL ROFLMAO*

Have a GREAT WEEKEND Y'ALL. I planning a REAL post next week. Pray for me!
 
-xx

Fi le! Don't tosh it...

Prologue:

This is not a real post...the marra is just paining me in my chest...this is why i've written.
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I don't know if it's just me, or if other people think this too...What is it about these men and thier crotches? JT's? Crown Jewels? Dicks? Or like someone I know likes to call it, whachuliketacallit? Or generally speaking, Penises? Why do them guys always reach for thier penises...nay...grab their penises given the slightest window (Read: When they think no one's watching.) You know, they just grab the thing like "Hey dude! You still there?"

Gogo,  a pal of mine,  on our way back from a gig recently, got me seriously worried when he had to scream "Leave the damn DICK alone!" at some guy...the guy scurried accros the street, Penis in hand! He didn't care about the damn message! Please don't even say Penis Envy, cos that was a guy and he posseses a Damn Penis! Imagine shooting a live show and having to lose all the long shots cos the idiot in the spot light couldn't leave his Damn Dick be!

I find myself asking: Do they have to confirm everytime that the thingie's still hanging? Or does the shit get heavy after a while? Or as my Shrink sister said last night when the convo came up, do most guys have Penile Fixation?

My take: I think it's outright harrassment, guys! Ahn ahn! How would you feel if women grabbed their boobs at the slightest provocation, eh? If it helps, get some good ol' drawers...it's obvious boxers don't work anymore...abi?

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Epilogue:

Somborri's already threatening me with a retort. I say, Bring It On! Afterall, i no lie na...

© Moi

Random Ramblings: Lethergy, ennui and all their friends...

This writers block thingy has gone on for darn long! An Induced writers block caused by the fact that my laptop...and my Desktop at work both crapped out on me at about the same time. All my files...scripts...stories...it ain't funny...

I'm pals with my bosslady...She's tryna wean me of blogger...chukwu a gaghi e kwe! (God no go gree!) In fact we's friends. Yeah, i know...Word around here's: Never be friends with the Boss. I say fiddlesticks, Period.

So what, i'm the new kid on the block, don't make you an Oscar Wilde! Why do people who've managed to become redundant at their jobs think they can lord it over newbies? Abi na you go school for me? Can't they overstand that " i don't want your fecking Job!" Damn, these dim wits just make me wanna roll over and cry.

I'm cranky alright. Cranky as hell. And i think Miz T.(My Doggy) is preggers. How? Where? When? I dunno. I don't know. She awfully lazy and her mammaries are kinda bigger. Maybe i'm seeing things. Considering i get home so late and i'm half asleep and Miz T. tired from the day's activities and...and...

Plus some woman who by the way sounds like a banshee (as described) has been calling my phone talking to someone who ain't me.

PHCN's really Crappy stuff. Real crappy. I'm not even wasting valuable space saying it.

Niether am i gonna waste more valuable space talking of

THE FRYING EANGLES!

Ok. Haven't been on FB in about two weeks. I'm cured. That shit was madness. Sheer madness.

Still haven't seen a movie since my last random obiligbo. When did i get this bizzy? Boooooooooooooring? Unexciting??? Me?????
Even I am worried...

Right. I think i'll go back to work. Praying for Uhuru...

czech this out...

"Men throughout history have proved unable to do without women. . .But women on the other hand have proved they do not need men to survive. . ."

TRUE/FALSE...You choose...

I say:
If that statement was regarding Emotional needs,

I have one word: Bollocks! Men and women were made for each other...it's a complementary equation...QED!