Heyyyy!
I know I've defaulted again. Forgive me. I'm making up for it with this audio track (HERE) of me speaking Igbo in the Sugabelly Language Challenge :D
Enjoy!
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XOXO
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Thursday, July 21, 2011
My Name Is AeeDeeAee. I may be a Workaholic...
30 Day Challenge: Day 4
Hey guyss!
How goes it? I just got back from work and it feels like someone's shutting down all the "departments" of my body. I thought I'd post this before the light bulb in my head goes too.
I was faffing around the internet today looking for the perfect picture for my blog masthead design and guess what I found??
First thought was "Taaa! Tufia!" "Jump am pass" but my curious kitty took over and I dug in!
It said it "welcomes newcomers". Then it says to go through a set of 20 questions and "If you answer "yes" to three or more of these questions you may be a workaholic. Relax. You are not alone. ."
Relax??? Hia! Ok. How Do I Know if I'm a Workaholic? There was only one way to find out. Take the damn test. So I did. Imma share the results hither.
Please find below, a representation of my thoughts/answers at the time (and now):
1. Do you get more excited about your work than about family or anything else?
Answer: Sadly, Sometimes.
2. Are there times when you can charge through your work and other times when you can't?
Answer: Yes.
3. Do you take work with you to bed? On weekends? On vacation?
Answer: Yes *sigh*
4. Is work the activity you like to do best and talk about most?
Answer: Not Really...No.
5. Do you work more than 40 hours a week?
Answer: I work 10 - 16 hours, 6 - 7 days a week. Go figure. *wails*
6. Do you turn your hobbies into money-making ventures?
Answer: All my hobbies are my money makers. Hell, My current job came from a hobby.
7. Do you take complete responsibility for the outcome of your work efforts?
Answer: Sometimes, Yes.
8. Have your family or friends given up expecting you on time?
Answer: Yes. A loooong time ago.
9. Do you take on extra work because you are concerned that it won't otherwise get done?
Answer: *grits teeth* yesss.
10. Do you underestimate how long a project will take and then rush to complete it?
Answer: *insert hysterics* hell yeah. One of the reasons I left the office late today, again.
11. Do you believe that it is okay to work long hours if you love what you are doing?
Answer: yes. but it's true, no?
12. Do you get impatient with people who have other priorities besides work?
Answer: Used to...I changed.
13. Are you afraid that if you don't work hard you will lose your job or be a failure?
Answer: NO. Never how hard. I learnt early
14. Is the future a constant worry for you even when things are going very well?
Answer: well...No.
15. Do you do things energetically and competitively including play?
Answer: Uh_mm...Yes.
16. Do you get irritated when people ask you to stop doing your work in order to do something else?
Answer: not anymore.
17. Have your long hours hurt your family or other relationships?
Answer: my boyfriend...my family...my friends...Yes.
18. Do you think about your work while driving, falling asleep or when others are talking?
Answer: Used to a lot...have reduced some.
19. Do you work or read during meals?
Answer: Everyday.
20. Do you believe that more money will solve the other problems in your life?
Answer: Naaah.
*wistful sigh*
So what d'you think? Am I a workaholic?
Err...no need. I'm looking for an online meeting.
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XOXO
P.S.
Sent from my BlackBerry wireless device from MTN
Hey guyss!
How goes it? I just got back from work and it feels like someone's shutting down all the "departments" of my body. I thought I'd post this before the light bulb in my head goes too.
I was faffing around the internet today looking for the perfect picture for my blog masthead design and guess what I found??
*WORKAHOLICS ANONYMOUS*
First thought was "Taaa! Tufia!" "Jump am pass" but my curious kitty took over and I dug in!
*click*
It said it "welcomes newcomers". Then it says to go through a set of 20 questions and "If you answer "yes" to three or more of these questions you may be a workaholic. Relax. You are not alone. ."
Relax??? Hia! Ok. How Do I Know if I'm a Workaholic? There was only one way to find out. Take the damn test. So I did. Imma share the results hither.
Please find below, a representation of my thoughts/answers at the time (and now):
1. Do you get more excited about your work than about family or anything else?
Answer: Sadly, Sometimes.
2. Are there times when you can charge through your work and other times when you can't?
Answer: Yes.
3. Do you take work with you to bed? On weekends? On vacation?
Answer: Yes *sigh*
4. Is work the activity you like to do best and talk about most?
Answer: Not Really...No.
5. Do you work more than 40 hours a week?
Answer: I work 10 - 16 hours, 6 - 7 days a week. Go figure. *wails*
6. Do you turn your hobbies into money-making ventures?
Answer: All my hobbies are my money makers. Hell, My current job came from a hobby.
7. Do you take complete responsibility for the outcome of your work efforts?
Answer: Sometimes, Yes.
8. Have your family or friends given up expecting you on time?
Answer: Yes. A loooong time ago.
9. Do you take on extra work because you are concerned that it won't otherwise get done?
Answer: *grits teeth* yesss.
10. Do you underestimate how long a project will take and then rush to complete it?
Answer: *insert hysterics* hell yeah. One of the reasons I left the office late today, again.
11. Do you believe that it is okay to work long hours if you love what you are doing?
Answer: yes. but it's true, no?
12. Do you get impatient with people who have other priorities besides work?
Answer: Used to...I changed.
13. Are you afraid that if you don't work hard you will lose your job or be a failure?
Answer: NO. Never how hard. I learnt early
14. Is the future a constant worry for you even when things are going very well?
Answer: well...No.
15. Do you do things energetically and competitively including play?
Answer: Uh_mm...Yes.
16. Do you get irritated when people ask you to stop doing your work in order to do something else?
Answer: not anymore.
17. Have your long hours hurt your family or other relationships?
Answer: my boyfriend...my family...my friends...Yes.
18. Do you think about your work while driving, falling asleep or when others are talking?
Answer: Used to a lot...have reduced some.
19. Do you work or read during meals?
Answer: Everyday.
20. Do you believe that more money will solve the other problems in your life?
Answer: Naaah.
*wistful sigh*
So what d'you think? Am I a workaholic?
Err...no need. I'm looking for an online meeting.
--
XOXO
P.S.
Some amazing shit!
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Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Mother Nature and all her friends
Day 3:
I'm lying in my bed. PHCN has held on to power so there's none. I'm here listening to the drone of my neighbor's genny, bikes and cars going by and yeah, the occasional aeroplane.
I'm listening hard to hear the crickets and other creatures that would naturally get busy at this time.
I hear none.
Growing up, I didn't have to look out for chirping birds early in the morning.
Cocks crowed as at when due.
Frogs croaked when it rained.
Crickets went about their business at nights
and the fireflies...they were ever present.
I don't remember the last time I saw ladybirds. I used to love comparing their patterns.
I doubt that I will recognise the scent of greenery if I perceived it.
I really should move to the country...
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XOXO
Sent from my BlackBerry wireless device from MTN
I'm lying in my bed. PHCN has held on to power so there's none. I'm here listening to the drone of my neighbor's genny, bikes and cars going by and yeah, the occasional aeroplane.
I'm listening hard to hear the crickets and other creatures that would naturally get busy at this time.
I hear none.
Growing up, I didn't have to look out for chirping birds early in the morning.
Cocks crowed as at when due.
Frogs croaked when it rained.
Crickets went about their business at nights
and the fireflies...they were ever present.
I don't remember the last time I saw ladybirds. I used to love comparing their patterns.
I doubt that I will recognise the scent of greenery if I perceived it.
I really should move to the country...
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XOXO
Sent from my BlackBerry wireless device from MTN
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
It's not just your life dammit!
Whatever I set out to write about today just got dumped onto the dung hills of inconsequential insignificant unimportant stuff. (yes! I'm allowed to say that. I'm miffed.)
I don't even remember who or what I was gonna write about before I logged on to tweet some random bullshit and heard some chick killed herself. Hung herself.
Now I've heard two stories.
Story 1: she was engaged to be married to some dude, she had a condition that entailed her having surgery which led to her losing the ability to have children EVER. (I got this via a DM)
Story 2: she was having an affair with a married dude. Wife found out and raised hell. Hubby scampers. She got dumped. (Read on a blog. The blog post has been removed though.)
Both stories ended with "...then she hung herself..."
First of all, Nobody knows how their life was concocted. Nobody has the right to take that which they can not give. Nobody has the right to take another life: self or another. NOBODY. If this view is myopic, so be it.
Secondly, I think anyone who takes their life is not just a coward but a selfish coward. I think anyone who's "courageous" enough to take their life should kindly plan for it, financially and otherwise. How dare anyone cause a turmoil in other people's lives because they couldn't handle their business? If any of those stories are true, she was very unfair to those who now mourn.
That said, it is everyone's duty to look out for everyone because unfortunately, the Nigerian society isn't into counseling and therefore a grave number of mental issues go unnoticed and untreated.
Madonna was a chick I used to know growing up. Her older brother was my friend. I only saw her on holiday. She was a cool girl. Certainly didn't strike me as one who'd kill herself. That was all I remembered of her when I heard 4 years ago that she hung herself after popping an overdose of sleeping pills. She had suffered "Postpartum Psychosis" after birthing a blue baby. No one noticed because NO ONE was watching. The hubby didn't take it seriously till she killed herself.
This case is very obvious: something snapped in her head and nobody took her seriously.
My worry is that these things do not just happen out of the blue. People don't just up and kill self. They usually protest one way or another. The signs are almost always there. I think we should be very aware of the things going on with the people around us. This is what God meant when he said to be our brother's keeper.
Like @Makxxy said, "We were put on this earth to commune with & help each other. If you lose sm1 on YOUR watch then its on you. What contribution have u made?"
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XOXO
Sent from my BlackBerry wireless device from MTN
I don't even remember who or what I was gonna write about before I logged on to tweet some random bullshit and heard some chick killed herself. Hung herself.
Now I've heard two stories.
Story 1: she was engaged to be married to some dude, she had a condition that entailed her having surgery which led to her losing the ability to have children EVER. (I got this via a DM)
Story 2: she was having an affair with a married dude. Wife found out and raised hell. Hubby scampers. She got dumped. (Read on a blog. The blog post has been removed though.)
Both stories ended with "...then she hung herself..."
First of all, Nobody knows how their life was concocted. Nobody has the right to take that which they can not give. Nobody has the right to take another life: self or another. NOBODY. If this view is myopic, so be it.
Secondly, I think anyone who takes their life is not just a coward but a selfish coward. I think anyone who's "courageous" enough to take their life should kindly plan for it, financially and otherwise. How dare anyone cause a turmoil in other people's lives because they couldn't handle their business? If any of those stories are true, she was very unfair to those who now mourn.
That said, it is everyone's duty to look out for everyone because unfortunately, the Nigerian society isn't into counseling and therefore a grave number of mental issues go unnoticed and untreated.
Madonna was a chick I used to know growing up. Her older brother was my friend. I only saw her on holiday. She was a cool girl. Certainly didn't strike me as one who'd kill herself. That was all I remembered of her when I heard 4 years ago that she hung herself after popping an overdose of sleeping pills. She had suffered "Postpartum Psychosis" after birthing a blue baby. No one noticed because NO ONE was watching. The hubby didn't take it seriously till she killed herself.
This case is very obvious: something snapped in her head and nobody took her seriously.
My worry is that these things do not just happen out of the blue. People don't just up and kill self. They usually protest one way or another. The signs are almost always there. I think we should be very aware of the things going on with the people around us. This is what God meant when he said to be our brother's keeper.
Like @Makxxy said, "We were put on this earth to commune with & help each other. If you lose sm1 on YOUR watch then its on you. What contribution have u made?"
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XOXO
Sent from my BlackBerry wireless device from MTN
Friday, July 15, 2011
IB: My what If Tale...
30 day Challenge: Day 1
Sound track for the moment: Let's just kiss and say goodbye.
"I had to meet you here todayyy...there's just so many things to saaaay...Please don't stp me till I'm throuuugh..."
Well this was the song that was playing in my head while IB toyed with my ring finger
I pulled my hand away. Ok. I tried to pull my hand away but he held fast.
"Ok. What did you want to say to me? We've been here for almost an hour and you still haven't told me why you summoned me...what's up babe?"
I couldn't look up at him. Tears had taken permanent residence in my heart all week and now they were opening shop under my eyelids.
"Adaaaaaa"
What I had to say was...well...I had no idea how I wanted to commence the discussion so I said:
"You know we have to stop seeing each other."
His hands tightened around mine. We'd had this discussion about six times already. All of the time at my place or his and we ended up "back at One" after each "break up talk session"
He sighed wistfully.
"I know."
I looked up and let the tears fall freely. I was tired. Tired of holding them back. Tired of the way things were. Tired from lack of sleep. Tired from knowing I had to break up with this man with whom I was in love. Tired of not being able to grasp happiness with this man who was already bound to another.
Yeah. IB was married. No I didn't know he was married when I met him. I didn't know until it was apparent to both of us that something had happened and we had to do something about it fast. So he told me.
Wifey was abroad. Half German-half Nigerian chick. He'd met her while in school in the states and she had been so in love with the idea of "going back home" wanted to practice her igbo and what not. Sadly, she couldn't hold on. Said she couldn't stand Nigeria so she moved back to the USA. after what she described as "3 trying months". Said she was never coming back.
Top/Middle/Bottom line: He was married.
Hmmmmm.
Not in the cards.
Lord. Not in the cards. I was supposed to fall in love with a SINGLE man, get married, have children...DEar God...
I rationalised. I fought self. I cried. I asked the Lord whyyyy?? Why did I have to find love with someone who belonged to another?
I said to self: You Won't. You absolutely can't fall for a married man.
Nah.
I absolutely did. Hook. Line. Sinker. Fisherman.
I wish I could say it was the sex. We never had sex. That was what made it so pure. He would kiss my hands. Palms. Fingers. Forehead.
He'd pick me up from school when I had late lectures. He'd hold my hands when I had bad cramps.
Sigh...
A week before the summons, I had complained of cramps in my ankle. He had, in a moment of madness, kissed my foot after massaging it.
Flustered and very vulnerable, I asked him to leave, for both our sakes. At that point, I knew we had to stop it. Whatever it was.
At this time, I had already applied to stay back in E-town do my internship .
"I'll go to lagos. I'll be out of your hair for six months. I'll understand if you don't call me. I wish things were different, IB. This is reality querido. Your wife exists. We can't pretend she doesn't. Its soo strange...We aren't sleeping with each other but..."
"...we've done much more than that... I know." He interjected drawing circles in my palm "I know...we've bonded in realms beyond sex."
"Exactly que...really should practice not calling you that..." I said as I succeeded in extricating my hands from his.
"Yeah...I knew this day would come. I prayed for a miracle." Wistful sigh. "You don't have to go to Lagos. I'll stay away."
"No. I'll go."
"Can I at least help you pack? Take you to the bus park...please..?" This was classic IB.
"Yes."
Lagos didn't work eventually. I lost two months. I ended up doing just 4 months. In E-town. He was there through it. We stuck to the plan. I buried myself in work. He did same. Stayed away. Bless him.
What we had lasted all of 8 months. My fourth year in Uni. Its been 6 years since the summons. I used to sit and wonder "What if I'd taken what I could at the time?"
In retrospect, I'm glad.
We are great friends. He's moved back to America. He's divorced from Iris. He's met another girl. I hope he finds love. He totally deserves to.
We're content with our phone convos, BBM chats and gtalk chats. We sometimes ruminate on what could have been but I'm glad we have what we have now.
I'm glad I can now tell this story.
--
XOXO
Sent from my BlackBerry wireless device from MTN
Sound track for the moment: Let's just kiss and say goodbye.
"I had to meet you here todayyy...there's just so many things to saaaay...Please don't stp me till I'm throuuugh..."
Well this was the song that was playing in my head while IB toyed with my ring finger
I pulled my hand away. Ok. I tried to pull my hand away but he held fast.
"Ok. What did you want to say to me? We've been here for almost an hour and you still haven't told me why you summoned me...what's up babe?"
I couldn't look up at him. Tears had taken permanent residence in my heart all week and now they were opening shop under my eyelids.
"Adaaaaaa"
What I had to say was...well...I had no idea how I wanted to commence the discussion so I said:
"You know we have to stop seeing each other."
His hands tightened around mine. We'd had this discussion about six times already. All of the time at my place or his and we ended up "back at One" after each "break up talk session"
He sighed wistfully.
"I know."
I looked up and let the tears fall freely. I was tired. Tired of holding them back. Tired of the way things were. Tired from lack of sleep. Tired from knowing I had to break up with this man with whom I was in love. Tired of not being able to grasp happiness with this man who was already bound to another.
Yeah. IB was married. No I didn't know he was married when I met him. I didn't know until it was apparent to both of us that something had happened and we had to do something about it fast. So he told me.
Wifey was abroad. Half German-half Nigerian chick. He'd met her while in school in the states and she had been so in love with the idea of "going back home" wanted to practice her igbo and what not. Sadly, she couldn't hold on. Said she couldn't stand Nigeria so she moved back to the USA. after what she described as "3 trying months". Said she was never coming back.
Top/Middle/Bottom line: He was married.
Hmmmmm.
Not in the cards.
Lord. Not in the cards. I was supposed to fall in love with a SINGLE man, get married, have children...DEar God...
I rationalised. I fought self. I cried. I asked the Lord whyyyy?? Why did I have to find love with someone who belonged to another?
I said to self: You Won't. You absolutely can't fall for a married man.
Nah.
I absolutely did. Hook. Line. Sinker. Fisherman.
I wish I could say it was the sex. We never had sex. That was what made it so pure. He would kiss my hands. Palms. Fingers. Forehead.
He'd pick me up from school when I had late lectures. He'd hold my hands when I had bad cramps.
Sigh...
A week before the summons, I had complained of cramps in my ankle. He had, in a moment of madness, kissed my foot after massaging it.
Flustered and very vulnerable, I asked him to leave, for both our sakes. At that point, I knew we had to stop it. Whatever it was.
At this time, I had already applied to stay back in E-town do my internship .
"I'll go to lagos. I'll be out of your hair for six months. I'll understand if you don't call me. I wish things were different, IB. This is reality querido. Your wife exists. We can't pretend she doesn't. Its soo strange...We aren't sleeping with each other but..."
"...we've done much more than that... I know." He interjected drawing circles in my palm "I know...we've bonded in realms beyond sex."
"Exactly que...really should practice not calling you that..." I said as I succeeded in extricating my hands from his.
"Yeah...I knew this day would come. I prayed for a miracle." Wistful sigh. "You don't have to go to Lagos. I'll stay away."
"No. I'll go."
"Can I at least help you pack? Take you to the bus park...please..?" This was classic IB.
"Yes."
Lagos didn't work eventually. I lost two months. I ended up doing just 4 months. In E-town. He was there through it. We stuck to the plan. I buried myself in work. He did same. Stayed away. Bless him.
What we had lasted all of 8 months. My fourth year in Uni. Its been 6 years since the summons. I used to sit and wonder "What if I'd taken what I could at the time?"
In retrospect, I'm glad.
We are great friends. He's moved back to America. He's divorced from Iris. He's met another girl. I hope he finds love. He totally deserves to.
We're content with our phone convos, BBM chats and gtalk chats. We sometimes ruminate on what could have been but I'm glad we have what we have now.
I'm glad I can now tell this story.
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XOXO
Sent from my BlackBerry wireless device from MTN
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
30 DAY CHALLENGE...I SAY AYE!
Hey guys...
(cue tears)
I have no excuse whatsoever...Or let's just say I've run out of excuses...or the unction to give excuses. good thing however is I've been reading...not as much as I would love to but under the circumstances, I hereby pat myself on the back. I'm doing good. Hopefully, I shall read all the books I have amassed in the last 2 years. So help Me God.
I came across the "30 day challenge on Fashiondivah's blog and it sounds like a great idea.
(cue Middle finger)
Yeah. That's for my muse...for abandoning me this long and making me look fraudulent...even to my self...sigh...
I shall attempt to write for 30 days and this...
...shall be my motivation and my guide...
I may not do it in this sequence, I may not even go by the titles BUT I shall do it!
So help me God.
(the END)
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XoXo
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Once upon a time...
I was just musing...
If you woulda just seen beyond
the stubborn set chin of mine...seen the quivering little girl...
If you woulda just heard beyond the nonchalant "what??"
I would say when you'd asked me if I was avoiding your ass...
If only you didn't always mistake the shrillness in my voice for humour…
If only you'd just looked beyond the rolling of my eyes
when you'd suggest we "go out...anywhere..."
If only you could see the beads of sweat that formed on me skin
whenever you touched my arm to get my attention...
when you'd unknowingly brushed against me…or touched my hair on your way outta the office...
If only you could hear the flutter of my heart
Whenever you said my name exactly the way I taught you to...
If you woulda just seen that your "highly entertaining, and penetratingly insightful" me
was "utterly and completely" hooked on you…
If you'd known that it was pain I felt whenever your phone rang...at the same time everyday…and when, as always, you'd look at me…and I'd smile and say "ogbeni, go home" because I'd see the caller ID is all over your countenance...
Earth to me.
Your wife.
p.s....
This is mostly my imagination...laced with some of "my Facts" :D. :D
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If you woulda just seen beyond
the stubborn set chin of mine...seen the quivering little girl...
If you woulda just heard beyond the nonchalant "what??"
I would say when you'd asked me if I was avoiding your ass...
If only you didn't always mistake the shrillness in my voice for humour…
If only you'd just looked beyond the rolling of my eyes
when you'd suggest we "go out...anywhere..."
If only you could see the beads of sweat that formed on me skin
whenever you touched my arm to get my attention...
when you'd unknowingly brushed against me…or touched my hair on your way outta the office...
If only you could hear the flutter of my heart
Whenever you said my name exactly the way I taught you to...
If you woulda just seen that your "highly entertaining, and penetratingly insightful" me
was "utterly and completely" hooked on you…
If you'd known that it was pain I felt whenever your phone rang...at the same time everyday…and when, as always, you'd look at me…and I'd smile and say "ogbeni, go home" because I'd see the caller ID is all over your countenance...
Earth to me.
Your wife.
p.s....
This is mostly my imagination...laced with some of "my Facts" :D. :D
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Friday, April 29, 2011
Thursday, March 31, 2011
MY MUSIC AND ME...
Heyyy! :-)
How's it going? I'm in one of those moods today. The one that (regularly) propels me to raid YouTube for videos older than my mother. Okay. Maybe not that bad :D
MIRIAM MAKEBA & HARRY BELAFONTE - ONE MORE DANCE
Mama Africa. Rest her Soul. This song...The first time i heard this song, i must have shat in me panties...I think I did. I don't remember.
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HARRY BELAFONTE & NAT KING COLE - MAMA LOOK AT BOO BOO
LMFOO!! If you've never heard this song, I'm glad I've sowed into your life! Dayum! the end bit is just heeebladdylarious. This song used to be my ring tone in fashion school. I used to miss a lot of calls. Nuffsaid.
(Buhahahhaaahaahahahahhaha....to be continued)
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LADYSMITH BLACK MAMBAZO & DOLLY PARTON - KNOCKING ON HEAVEN'S DOOR
They killlllt it! I loved Bob Dylan's version but this version has...Soul...What can i say? I'm a Dolly Fan and a Black Mambazo grouupiiiee :D (Those Zulu/Xhosa clicking sounds get me all the time. I hear there are over 50 clicking sounds *wipes brow*)
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BOBBY BARE & BOBBY BARE Jr. - DADDY, WHAT IF...?
So, I found this while I was busy looking for Skeeter Davis and Bobby Bare Jams. You know those two people that did the DEAR JOHN LETTER song? Yup. them...(I'm an oldies rat) Well, this is a sweet...a very sweet daddy - son video...
...and just when I thought I was done, I found this by BOBBY BARE Jr. and his own Daughter ISABELLA BARE...Sweetness...
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PAUL SIMON - CALL ME AL
NOW. THIS. IS. MY. ALL. TIME. FAVOURITE. PAUL SIMON SOOOOOONG! CHUUUUUUUUNE! *OK. DEEP BREATH* Memories of this song are mostly from Radio Nigeria...I remember sitting in my Daddy's car on our way back from his office...Sigh....This video came off the Graceland Tour...
....and this one with Saturday Night Live's Chevy Chase...
...I died. Watch proceedings after the handshake :) Enjoy.
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XX
*Whistling*
Friday, March 25, 2011
Dia. . .Monologue VI
Wednesday, March 24, 2011 at 8:32pm
Location: Hers...
Location: Hers...
“…Come Closer….Come into this…“
Oh! I love this poem! (beat) Yeah….Speaks to me…and the way you read it just now makes me actually want to...come...closer...It had a sensual ring to it…(beat) (Raised eyebrow) Are you telling me something? (beat) Oh Come on! You’re 20….Surely you understand what I’m talking about…(Beat)(Scoffs) It’s Nothing. (Beat) Oh cut the Genetic Attraction Crap...!
Okay! There’s an intercourse..a discussion we must have immediately…before I say other things (Beat) Stop calling me Daddy. I’m not your daddy. You were adopted. (Beat) Yes. She’s not your Mommy. I’m not your daddy. (Beat)
(huskily) Come on...Relax…The good part is that we can move past this daddy – Daughter bullshit and have us a party! Just you and me…Wine and music…and…(Beat) Hey! What’s wrong?? (Beat) Where are you going??
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MEEEEEEEEEE :D :D
I know it's been a wee while. My last post was about death....sigh...I just figured this is a great way to herald the closing of the year. {Hopefully i shall put uup another post before the end of the year ;-) }
There's a fire...Fire of Love raging on all my FB and twitter pages today :-) I love y'all. Awesome people. God bless y'all :)
Note to self: Respond to all the messages.
The Goood part: ARSENAL WHUPPED CHELSEA AT THE EMIRATES LAST NIGHT!!!!! WOOOOOP WOOOOOOP!!!! That was the best gift anyone could give to me!!!! I watched the match....I havent watched an Arsenal match in Eons!!
Bestest Part: XXXXXX CALLED ME!!! heehehehe No names. Just think of a celeb that can sing your clothes off...Yep. that one :D My friend put him up to it. She told him it was my birthday and thought he should give me a surprise call.
Well it started from a subliminal tweet ;-) i said something like "it's my birthday on the 28th and i wish you'd call me and sing to me..sigh...#ifwisheswerehorses.." Apparently, my friend who has friends in high places saw the tweet and went to work since she just know who i always rave about :D (No names :D) and booooooy was i surprised to the roots of my kinks! Me! The Nothing-can-ever-faze-me Ad....I was reduced to a blubbering messy mess. I think i said something like "OmyGod! OmyGod! OmyGod! OmyGod! I'm hyperventilating...forgive me...OmyGod! OmyGod!" Poor guy! I'm sure he was thoroughly embarrassed.
I can't wait to meet you... #Subliminal :D
*insert 27 Cart wheels*
HE CALLED!! I took the call and said in my most business-like voice "Hello, goodmorning..." then he sang to me...oh he sang to me...*dreamy* Ohmadaiiiiizzzzz!!! He played his guitar and sang to ME!
I think I died and went to heaven...then I had to come back to earth at some point....back to reality.
Back at work.
That's the not so fun part...I'm at frigging work when i should be out getting my boogiieee on....Oh well...I got my dream man....sing to me before 8am....i cant win all na, abi?
So my first gift was The Man's voice *ohmadaizzzzzzzz*...then a bottle of Amarula followed...Then a phone. Who knows what the evening will bring?
*Fingerscrossed*
Friday, September 24, 2010
EKEREOBONG ZOE HANSON 1985-2010
I just heard that you passed. I heard and...and...I'm just sooo numb...sooo cold...those words were words you told me never to use...darling sister, those words are the only words i can think of right now...
Monday, July 12, 2010
I'm Bizaaaack...I think..
Hoi, Hoi! Hullo! Anyoone home? I know. I feel like a fraud already. Try not to flog me too hard. I know. Na me bizzy pass. But na true...sigh...I just taya for my self. This post may seem incoherent...Infact, this post will be incoherent cos i can't hear my self think.
kai, there was a time i had too much time on my handsss...I want those days back. Not really sha. I just need a vacay *insertsadfacesmiley* is that too much to ask???? I've been working fulltime for..17 months and save for sundays (which i forcefully took back by the way) I have not had a day off! If that is not crazy, i dont know what is...I feel like i'm gonna implode...or explode...or both...I just can't see my self and the TV in my office is not helping my state of mind at all...seriously TV can be such a *beep* but i found the mute button...He's such a great guy. Why i had to wait tilll now still beats me hollow.
See that's something i've been doing a lot lately...Procrastinate. I've become quite an authority on the matter. This post shoulda come early this A.M. *SMDH @ my self*
Haven't been tweeting a lot lately either....don't wanna bore people with my murderous thoughts...and trust me those thoughts have been harnessed by a certain spineless fella who thinks he can just wrap his tentacles around Spain and say to Germany "Y'all are going down." I mean. It's like. What.De.Fack. If i catch that Octopussy ehn, i shall make him predict how i shall cook his ass. msschew.
Ok. all this anger is also because i was supposed to go to SA *Sniff Sniff* That was the plan *Banging head on the wall* I was supposed to see all that beauty from the stand *Bawling bigtime* not from the fracking TV! *Blows nose* #okbye
This post doesn't make sense..sigh...continue, i shall (or shalt? Tee?) This is therapeutic...sigh...
Now in the line of sight of my mind is a truly annoying Gold Circle Condom Ad i saw last night. Which agency does these Gold circle Ads, biko nu? The thing is giffing me sleepless days and dreamless nights...sigh...#ontothenext
See, it hasn't been Morbido Express all the way...My first time on a bridal train happened this past saturday o_O...My gurl got marrieeeeeeeed o_O. To a dude we didn't take seriously back then O_O Who'd have thunk?? I was supposed to catch the bouquet ooo, hmm, but i was somewhere discussing matters of national importance...Half of the champagne ended up on my clutch purse sha...That counts for something na, abi? 'Nyways they's on the' honeymoon and homegurl says it's banging! I think it was a #punintended statement *adjusts halo* at least they're legal *halo re-adjusted* Two of the three musketeers married...and there was one...sigh...oh well...
I'm working on a new TV show and it's almost all mine :) almost..I shall get there...The show still dey pre-production and my blood level is blinking *refill* God dey sha..
Yeah, i also go my hair did +_+ yup! Got me a weave jare...The thing fine sha...Still can't wait to rock my 'fro. Yeah. I'm bush like that.
So the premiership shall soon commence. Wenger? Arsene Wenger, no do wetin go make me curse you and your fore-fathers o, Comprenez-vous ? I don't want any rubbish this season. Respectez-vous calmement et donnez nous un trophée, s'ogbo? Ok. 'Cos i have the proclivity to be violent, in other words: JE VOUS RECEVRAI..! Agwacha la m gi o!
I'm off.
Back to slavery.
Paid slavery.
Peace out!
P.S.
Somebody thought he was doing the world a favour...
kai, there was a time i had too much time on my handsss...I want those days back. Not really sha. I just need a vacay *insertsadfacesmiley* is that too much to ask???? I've been working fulltime for..17 months and save for sundays (which i forcefully took back by the way) I have not had a day off! If that is not crazy, i dont know what is...I feel like i'm gonna implode...or explode...or both...I just can't see my self and the TV in my office is not helping my state of mind at all...seriously TV can be such a *beep* but i found the mute button...He's such a great guy. Why i had to wait tilll now still beats me hollow.
See that's something i've been doing a lot lately...Procrastinate. I've become quite an authority on the matter. This post shoulda come early this A.M. *SMDH @ my self*
Haven't been tweeting a lot lately either....don't wanna bore people with my murderous thoughts...and trust me those thoughts have been harnessed by a certain spineless fella who thinks he can just wrap his tentacles around Spain and say to Germany "Y'all are going down." I mean. It's like. What.De.Fack. If i catch that Octopussy ehn, i shall make him predict how i shall cook his ass. msschew.
Ok. all this anger is also because i was supposed to go to SA *Sniff Sniff* That was the plan *Banging head on the wall* I was supposed to see all that beauty from the stand *Bawling bigtime* not from the fracking TV! *Blows nose* #okbye
This post doesn't make sense..sigh...continue, i shall (or shalt? Tee?) This is therapeutic...sigh...
Now in the line of sight of my mind is a truly annoying Gold Circle Condom Ad i saw last night. Which agency does these Gold circle Ads, biko nu? The thing is giffing me sleepless days and dreamless nights...sigh...#ontothenext
See, it hasn't been Morbido Express all the way...My first time on a bridal train happened this past saturday o_O...My gurl got marrieeeeeeeed o_O. To a dude we didn't take seriously back then O_O Who'd have thunk?? I was supposed to catch the bouquet ooo, hmm, but i was somewhere discussing matters of national importance...Half of the champagne ended up on my clutch purse sha...That counts for something na, abi? 'Nyways they's on the' honeymoon and homegurl says it's banging! I think it was a #punintended statement *adjusts halo* at least they're legal *halo re-adjusted* Two of the three musketeers married...and there was one...sigh...oh well...
I'm working on a new TV show and it's almost all mine :) almost..I shall get there...The show still dey pre-production and my blood level is blinking *refill* God dey sha..
Yeah, i also go my hair did +_+ yup! Got me a weave jare...The thing fine sha...Still can't wait to rock my 'fro. Yeah. I'm bush like that.
So the premiership shall soon commence. Wenger? Arsene Wenger, no do wetin go make me curse you and your fore-fathers o, Comprenez-vous ? I don't want any rubbish this season. Respectez-vous calmement et donnez nous un trophée, s'ogbo? Ok. 'Cos i have the proclivity to be violent, in other words: JE VOUS RECEVRAI..! Agwacha la m gi o!
I'm off.
Back to slavery.
Paid slavery.
Peace out!
P.S.
Somebody thought he was doing the world a favour...
....By doing this painting of Mandiba undergoing an Autopsy??? Says it was a kind of Tribute...tryna show that Mandela was a man afterall...I kent shout. His name is Yuill Damaso and i have one word for him: #Epicfail
Friday, May 28, 2010
Just another rant like post...By Mutabaruka aka Other Me
I search for Nirvana…
I thirst for freedom...
I long for the truth…
I pray for peace...
I live for happyness...
I believe in Kismet…
I won't grant her full control however...
I strive for 'perfecto'.
I know there'll be blocks...
I aim to climb them.
I shall woo serenity until she's mine.
I shall not wrestle insanity…
I pick my battles carefully and wisely.
I shall stalk Nirvana still...
I will assist in anchoring mediocrity at the bottom of the sea...
I shall ignore eccentricity, afterall, she and I are one.
I shall take joy...She is my betrothed.
I shall embrace knowledge.
I shall embrace knowledge in its entirety.
I shall wrestle with love, knock it down and make it my slave for evermore.
I shall want Nirvana still…
I shall live for Happiness
I shall live for the moment.
I shall stare fear down till it cowers and runs.
I shall try not to give in to pride...
I shall not be enslaved by Ire...or avarice…
As for Nirvana...I still yearn for her...
Even though I know she'll be elusive...forevermore…
©2010
I thirst for freedom...
I long for the truth…
I pray for peace...
I live for happyness...
I believe in Kismet…
I won't grant her full control however...
I strive for 'perfecto'.
I know there'll be blocks...
I aim to climb them.
I shall woo serenity until she's mine.
I shall not wrestle insanity…
I pick my battles carefully and wisely.
I shall stalk Nirvana still...
I will assist in anchoring mediocrity at the bottom of the sea...
I shall ignore eccentricity, afterall, she and I are one.
I shall take joy...She is my betrothed.
I shall embrace knowledge.
I shall embrace knowledge in its entirety.
I shall wrestle with love, knock it down and make it my slave for evermore.
I shall want Nirvana still…
I shall live for Happiness
I shall live for the moment.
I shall stare fear down till it cowers and runs.
I shall try not to give in to pride...
I shall not be enslaved by Ire...or avarice…
As for Nirvana...I still yearn for her...
Even though I know she'll be elusive...forevermore…
©2010
Friday, May 21, 2010
Me: Some really random ish...
This is a boredom induced blog post...I thought since i haven't done a random meme in a while, why not! So, Here goes...
1. I love Music!
2. Don’t touch my books…I like you enough to not want books to come between us…because if I let you, they will.
3. I am the first of five children.....Ada n'eri ukwu anu, yes ke! (means the first daughter who eats the rump of the...whatever animal they wanna slaughter :) ok that's eewwy..)
4. I am a very good cook and I love experimenting with recipes...I do loooooooove cooking...Sadly, I haven't done a lot of cooking since i came back home. Reason? There are 4 other women in my house...I don't like competition. Especially when I’m better :-D I know hehehhee
5. I'm a veeeeeeeery restless person. You have no idea…I also bore easily...very easily...If it’s not capable of giving me a mind-gasm, I'll be yawning in no time... (This includes everything. Yes, Including Men)
6. My family like every other has it's up and downs...Sometimes It’s like “WTF?? Am i really part of this clan??” but I love them to death! Just so we don’t gerrit twixted :D
7. I am very Afrocentric AFRICAN...a NIGERIAN to the core of my being and the apex of my...lets not go there. Thing is, I love Nigeria that's why i'm oh-so irked at all these charlatanous individuals who call themselves leaders. That's why i say, PREPARE TO VOTE IN 2011! Enough is Enough!
8. I am not easily impressed.
9. I'm a trained Food Scientist turned trained Radio Producer/Scriptwriter...
10. I am a shopperholic...I would need therapy if i had the kinda money they mention in forbes...lol. thank God I'm not a Hilton...My life for Gbagaun (Thank Sir Scribbles for the phrase :-D) God help me, I'm tryna check my spending. (Kyrie Eleison...)
11. I.CRY...Contrary to what many believe...Trouble is I cry for the darndest things...at the most unlikely times...at the most "not-convenient" places...*sigh*
12. People close to me think I am stubborn...I think I got it from my father :-D
13. I dislike people "don't know" and wear it like a badge...More importantly, I dislike people who "do know" and shove it in other people's faces ever so tactlessly. *ok breathe*
14. I'm a "SEE" food person :-D
15. I love meat! I draw the line at Dogs...and Reptiles...and amphibians too...
16. I love fashion! Ok. I have a certificate in Fashion Designing. Before i got a job, i used to make all my clothes...I still do...ONLY when there's a wedding. Slap me later.
17. I don't appreciate male chauvinists.....I think they should be wiped out from the surface of the earth...or be cast into swine. #Okbye
18. I love red wine. Therapeutic :-D
19. I used to think Phil Collins was "blaaah" and poetry was wack. I used to be very foolish.
20. I say it as it is...I respect anyone like that too. If i hurt you, say it. I'm not likely to anyway...
21. I love sleep. Even more so now that i don't get much of it :(
22. I like having a good laugh...Groucho Marx, Mark Twain, Charlie Chaplin, Richard Pryor, IgoDie, Maleke, the two American Chrises...these are my dudes any day!
23. I have a thing for foine dudes...who doesn't? Ok. this 23 doesn't count.
24. I usually don’t give a flying or hopping frog what people think of me…It’s their thoughts na, not mine. Mine’s what matters joo…
25. I don tire joo..I thInk I’m done. You fit add your own.
Phew!!!!!!
-XX
1. I love Music!
2. Don’t touch my books…I like you enough to not want books to come between us…because if I let you, they will.
3. I am the first of five children.....Ada n'eri ukwu anu, yes ke! (means the first daughter who eats the rump of the...whatever animal they wanna slaughter :) ok that's eewwy..)
4. I am a very good cook and I love experimenting with recipes...I do loooooooove cooking...Sadly, I haven't done a lot of cooking since i came back home. Reason? There are 4 other women in my house...I don't like competition. Especially when I’m better :-D I know hehehhee
5. I'm a veeeeeeeery restless person. You have no idea…I also bore easily...very easily...If it’s not capable of giving me a mind-gasm, I'll be yawning in no time... (This includes everything. Yes, Including Men)
6. My family like every other has it's up and downs...Sometimes It’s like “WTF?? Am i really part of this clan??” but I love them to death! Just so we don’t gerrit twixted :D
7. I am very Afrocentric AFRICAN...a NIGERIAN to the core of my being and the apex of my...lets not go there. Thing is, I love Nigeria that's why i'm oh-so irked at all these charlatanous individuals who call themselves leaders. That's why i say, PREPARE TO VOTE IN 2011! Enough is Enough!
8. I am not easily impressed.
9. I'm a trained Food Scientist turned trained Radio Producer/Scriptwriter...
10. I am a shopperholic...I would need therapy if i had the kinda money they mention in forbes...lol. thank God I'm not a Hilton...My life for Gbagaun (Thank Sir Scribbles for the phrase :-D) God help me, I'm tryna check my spending. (Kyrie Eleison...)
11. I.CRY...Contrary to what many believe...Trouble is I cry for the darndest things...at the most unlikely times...at the most "not-convenient" places...*sigh*
12. People close to me think I am stubborn...I think I got it from my father :-D
13. I dislike people "don't know" and wear it like a badge...More importantly, I dislike people who "do know" and shove it in other people's faces ever so tactlessly. *ok breathe*
14. I'm a "SEE" food person :-D
15. I love meat! I draw the line at Dogs...and Reptiles...and amphibians too...
16. I love fashion! Ok. I have a certificate in Fashion Designing. Before i got a job, i used to make all my clothes...I still do...ONLY when there's a wedding. Slap me later.
17. I don't appreciate male chauvinists.....I think they should be wiped out from the surface of the earth...or be cast into swine. #Okbye
18. I love red wine. Therapeutic :-D
19. I used to think Phil Collins was "blaaah" and poetry was wack. I used to be very foolish.
20. I say it as it is...I respect anyone like that too. If i hurt you, say it. I'm not likely to anyway...
21. I love sleep. Even more so now that i don't get much of it :(
22. I like having a good laugh...Groucho Marx, Mark Twain, Charlie Chaplin, Richard Pryor, IgoDie, Maleke, the two American Chrises...these are my dudes any day!
23. I have a thing for foine dudes...who doesn't? Ok. this 23 doesn't count.
24. I usually don’t give a flying or hopping frog what people think of me…It’s their thoughts na, not mine. Mine’s what matters joo…
25. I don tire joo..I thInk I’m done. You fit add your own.
Phew!!!!!!
-XX
Saturday, May 8, 2010
The Untitlable II: The Discombobulation of the Bug Eyed Female...
Breathe…Breathe…
Tuesday afternoon tea with a very desirable young man…
Me: Really? Who’s she?
He: “Oh! Some downright cute chick I met yesterday at the Matriculation Ceremony…”
….who’s smitten…Not by you…
He: “I know what you’re thinking…October Rush, eh? Trust me. It’s nothing like that…”
…and the Son Of a Bitch is gonna give you a blow by blow account of it…
He: "…I mean…She’s something that girl…"
Tuesday afternoon tea gone sour…
He: “Wow wow! Don’t give me the look, please…I’m not breaking up with Abi because of this girl…Our
break-up was gonna happen anyway…I just put a date to it is all…”
Son of a…!
Me: “Interesting…”
He: “Yeah! It’s not like we have a “great” relationship here…it’s just sex…”
TMI. TMI.
Me: “Err…Why are you telling me….these things?
He: “Because I find talking to you sooooo easy …”
EUREKA!! He found someone to talk to…FUCK YOU, Strawberry Lips!
“…and I like you…a lot...”
Huh?
He: “..And your eyes…I can’t stop thinking about them…”
Me: “Err…wait… weren’t we were talking about your soon to be girlfriend…and your soon to be ex??”
SHUT UP. You know you wanna…
He: “Err…I was talking about you…You should’ve figured that out by now…”
HUH???
"...Thoughts going through my mind…I’m yearning but I should be reasonable about thi…"
He: “You’re not saying anything…”
He’s leaving her…NOT!
Me: “I’ve gotta go home…I have stuff to do…My aunt….”
lips...on your lips Virgo! It's a kiss…
"...Feather light…The kiss i'd fantasized and dreamt about, FINALLY happens…No prior info…No major eye contact like in the Daggam movies and Novels i'd so depended on to school you on these matters…Nothing! Goshies!!! Mesmer has nothing on this feeling,…Melting bones… Lips locked…Toes curling…Then common sense comes up for air…”
“What…What…You…Ehrm…”
FOOL.
“I kissed you…and I’d gladly go again….This is officially our first kiss (Insert Light chuckle) …Over tea…In my parents’ house…(Insert Big grin)
“The violent taketh by force…”
Gosshh...You’re retarded, Virgo...
“What did you say…?“
Oya, answer na..
(Insert shaking of head) Naaah nothing…I was just thinking out loud…I thought my first kiss was gonna be over…Wine???
You wanted him to kiss you since you saw him now you complain of wine?? Oh look! Now he’s laughing at you...(sigh)
Me: “What are you laughing at..?”
He: Did you say “First Kiss”??
DAMN…
Read "The Untitlable I" here.
Friday, April 30, 2010
Re: Marriage...
I just saw this on FB...Thought i'd share...
To those who are married...Not married...soon to be married...Want to get married eventually (In a relationship...)I hope you will be touched with this story...
"When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and
said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly.
Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.
Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know
what I was thinking. I want a divorce.. I raised the topic calmly.
She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly,
why?
I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the
chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't
talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what
had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory
answer; she had lost my heart to Dew. I didn't love her anymore. I just
pitied her!
With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated
that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company.
She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent
ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for
her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I
had said for I loved Dew so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of
me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a
kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several
weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.
The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something
at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell
asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Dew.
When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not
care so I turned over and was asleep again.
In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want
anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce.
She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a
life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a
month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken
marriage.
This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to
recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.
She requested that everyday for the month's duration I carry her out of
our bedroom to the front door ever morning.. I thought she was going
crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd
request.
I told Dew about my wife's divorce conditions.. . She laughed loudly and
thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to
face the divorce, she said scornfully..
My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was
explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we
both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy
in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to
the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in
my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don't tell our son about
the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside
the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the
office.
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my
chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I
hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time.. I realized she
was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair
was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I
wondered what I had done to her.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy
returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.
On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was
growing again. I didn't tell Dew about this. It became easier to carry
her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me
stronger.
She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few
dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my
dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so
thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.
Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her
heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.
Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mum out.
To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an
essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer
and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I
might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms,
walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her
hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly;
it was just like our wedding day.
But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held
her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I
held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked
intimacy.
I drove to office.... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the
door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind...I walked
upstairs. Dew opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I do not
want the divorce anymore.
She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead.." Do you have
a fever?" She said. I moved her hand off my head. "Sorry, Dew, I said, I
won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I
didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each
other any more. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on
our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart. "
Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed
the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.
At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my
wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and
wrote," I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart. "
That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I
run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead.
The small details of your lives are what really matter. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank...These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse's (partner's) friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Many of life's failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up...
To those who are married...Not married...soon to be married...Want to get married eventually (In a relationship...)I hope you will be touched with this story...
"When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and
said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly.
Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.
Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know
what I was thinking. I want a divorce.. I raised the topic calmly.
She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly,
why?
I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the
chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't
talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what
had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory
answer; she had lost my heart to Dew. I didn't love her anymore. I just
pitied her!
With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated
that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company.
She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent
ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for
her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I
had said for I loved Dew so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of
me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a
kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several
weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.
The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something
at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell
asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Dew.
When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not
care so I turned over and was asleep again.
In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want
anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce.
She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a
life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a
month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken
marriage.
This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to
recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.
She requested that everyday for the month's duration I carry her out of
our bedroom to the front door ever morning.. I thought she was going
crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd
request.
I told Dew about my wife's divorce conditions.. . She laughed loudly and
thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to
face the divorce, she said scornfully..
My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was
explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we
both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy
in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to
the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in
my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don't tell our son about
the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside
the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the
office.
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my
chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I
hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time.. I realized she
was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair
was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I
wondered what I had done to her.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy
returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.
On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was
growing again. I didn't tell Dew about this. It became easier to carry
her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me
stronger.
She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few
dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my
dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so
thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.
Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her
heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.
Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mum out.
To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an
essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer
and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I
might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms,
walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her
hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly;
it was just like our wedding day.
But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held
her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I
held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked
intimacy.
I drove to office.... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the
door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind...I walked
upstairs. Dew opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I do not
want the divorce anymore.
She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead.." Do you have
a fever?" She said. I moved her hand off my head. "Sorry, Dew, I said, I
won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I
didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each
other any more. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on
our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart. "
Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed
the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.
At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my
wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and
wrote," I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart. "
That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I
run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead.
The small details of your lives are what really matter. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank...These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse's (partner's) friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Many of life's failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up...
THE MOON...bY J.O.J
Hey Guys! (I'm just breezing through.) How're y'all doing?
This poem was done by an eleven year old friend of mine. I asked him if i could share it and he said yes. So here we go:
THE MOON
The moon is a heavenly body,
Rounded so holy in the high skies,
From the night skies, children ,
Who do have sleepless nights, gaze upon you.
Rounded so holy in the high skies,
From the night skies, children ,
Who do have sleepless nights, gaze upon you.
The moon so roundly majestic ,
With the stars, who adorn your head,
You look like a bride awaiting her groom.
You are precious to all nightlovers,
As you brighten the night skies,
For ages gone & yet to come,
With the stars, who adorn your head,
You look like a bride awaiting her groom.
You are precious to all nightlovers,
As you brighten the night skies,
For ages gone & yet to come,
God bless you MOON.
© J.D
I told him i'd marry a maxi him lol. I hope you found it as enthralling as i did. Y'all have a swell weekend.
(((krams)))
P.S.
RIP DaGRIN...We're gonna miss you...
Friday, April 23, 2010
The Final Curtain Call...
DAGRIN died.
DaGrin died?? It was all over twitter. I was at my stylist's tryna get a weave on and the first thing i see on my timeline is:
"Is dagrin dead???"
I panicked. Then I said
"can some1 verify this dagrin gist and stop these bludeh rumours?!?!"
...and there it was:
"Ok its confirmd Dagrin is dead, my sis is a med student in Luth n she rang me crying like hell!!! RIP"
I just ripped.
"Shit." Was all i said. There was too much going on in my head but thatwas all i coul muster.
shit.
I was just starting to like the guy...He's just a wee one! 23 years onld..like WTF???!!
The sad part is that he was alive after the accident...How can someone be alive for seven days and then die? Our Health care system is this country is for shit...THAT'S HOW COME.
His life...and death should be a lesson to all of us young people...For those young 'uns who want to live fast...Die young and have a good looking corpse, they will...
This morning, I cried. For a life hardly spent. For a career that has been nipped in the bud. For us who now mourn. For the grin i will never see again...
I'm getting morbid...and incoherent...
I'm out.
Good night DaGrin...Imma Miss Dat Grin..
DaGrin died?? It was all over twitter. I was at my stylist's tryna get a weave on and the first thing i see on my timeline is:
"Is dagrin dead???"
I panicked. Then I said
"can some1 verify this dagrin gist and stop these bludeh rumours?!?!"
...and there it was:
"Ok its confirmd Dagrin is dead, my sis is a med student in Luth n she rang me crying like hell!!! RIP"
I just ripped.
"Shit." Was all i said. There was too much going on in my head but thatwas all i coul muster.
shit.
I was just starting to like the guy...He's just a wee one! 23 years onld..like WTF???!!
The sad part is that he was alive after the accident...How can someone be alive for seven days and then die? Our Health care system is this country is for shit...THAT'S HOW COME.
His life...and death should be a lesson to all of us young people...For those young 'uns who want to live fast...Die young and have a good looking corpse, they will...
This morning, I cried. For a life hardly spent. For a career that has been nipped in the bud. For us who now mourn. For the grin i will never see again...
I'm getting morbid...and incoherent...
I'm out.
Good night DaGrin...Imma Miss Dat Grin..
Monday, April 12, 2010
The Untitleable.
Friday, September the 13th
The meeting.
Eyes to body. Shet.
Eyes to hair. Shucks.
Eyes to face. Shet!
Lips like strawberry…Thinking how I wanna eat it…
Abs. “I wanna touch ya” My head said.
Stop!
Virgo, you’re not allowed.
Then he walks up.
He’s not alone.
“Meet my Girlfriend.”
The dying.
Stop!
Oh well.
WTF!
Stop. You’re not allowed!
Oh well.
The parting.
“Oh! You live in this part of town? I live here too!
Think of the girlfriend. Think of the girlfriend.
Where?
No.
I’ll come visit you.”
No.
Oh Shet. Yes. No. Fuck it! Yes.
“Not with that ‘do. Do something about it...my dad...”
The Visiting.
Hi.
Hi.
"You came."
"Yup."
"Err...Come in.."
"Nah…I’m just casing..."
Laughter.And goodbyes.
The third Meeting.
That meeting.
The handshake.
The handshake.
The wanting of more.
The wakeup call.
He has a girlfriend!
The shocker.
“We’re breaking up...Me and my girlfriend.”
Bad grammar. What da heck. They’re breaking up.
You can have strawberry lips now!
Heish up!
Fuck.
“Why are you telling me.”
The First meeting of the eyes.
"Because I think I’ve just found the One."
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