Entering 2011 is quite a big deal for me because I plan on starting afresh, or better still, giving everybody around me a clean slate. It might not be easy, but I plan on leaving behind all the negativity and channeling my remaining energy into so much positivity that it radiates off of me and bounces on my friends and family.
So I have managed to quickly pen down only a couple of names (forgive me if your name isn’t here, it’s not that I didn’t think of you, it’s just that u haven’t had enough time to compile this properly).
If your name is beside a word, and you don’t understand, don’t get angry abeg, it’s a new year, you can simply call me to ask me.
The word beside your name simply means that it is something I wish for you, have for you, or meant to have/experience with you! #GBAM
Happy New Year!
Chinedu @Maazi_Chiboy – Curiosity – Ope Olapade
Audrey Akagu – Excitement – Teekay @Slimboi_D
Cynthia Usen – Happiness – Betty @Omaegube
Dotun @dotchillz –Courage– Banke Fasominu
Mike Ojiakor –Contentment – Femi Ayileka
Ohimain Unuigbe –Appreciation – Safiya Sule
Mercy Etukudoh –Love – Shade Ola
Kumi @slavedriverkumi –Longetivity – Peter Salah
Akoh @Mr_Bondito –Laughter – Biodun Olapade Jnr
Chiedozie Ubadike –Forgiveness– Kayode Ehindero
Damilola @arogzz –Hope – Gary Ezeugo
John Tuki @johnddon –Confidence– Japari Ben-Hirki
Demola @Daymohla –Trust – Yeyemide Sanni
Deji Fayoyin –Optimisim – Sophea Mohamed @kekere_ekun
Ezrel Adelaja @ezrelaja –Comfort – Korede Ogidan
Ifeoma Johnson @Eformah –Peace – TY Lamba
Isioma @Isyormah –Second Chance – Kolade Faroun
Wande @wandeSpice –Friendship – Sonia Nwakama
Ibukun Coker –Faith – Toye Adeyemi @toyefreshboi
Ireti Abiola –Inspiration – Niyi Okeowo
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Closure: An Unattainable Goal.
The permanent ending of a business or activity, a sense of finality: the sense of finality and coming to terms with an experience, felt or experienced over time, an act or process of closing something, e.g. closing an opening or terminating an activity
I got the idea for this article while watching season three of Gossip girl, the episode where Chuck Bass is talking to Nate Archibald about Blair Waldorf. Nate tells Chuck to give up the little charade that Chuck and Blair have, he tells him to attain closure on his “relationship” with Blair and Chuck replies by stating that closure is an unattainable goal.
Boy meets girl. Boy likes girl. Boy loves girl. Boy leaves girl. Boy moves on. Girl finds it impossible to move on/let go.
We have all been in a compromising situation of complex decision making where option A is staring you right in the face but option B keeps coming up in your peripheral vision—not because you don’t know what you want, which by the way is option A, but because it has become a life-threatening choice to let go of your past, which by the way is option B.
So many questions arise during the course of closure: Do I really want to let go of him? Would I lose myself in the process? Or would I lose something deeper?
A friend of mine recently explained to me that when you lose someone, it ALWAYS stays with you, constantly reminding you of how easy it is to let go. That is not total closure. That is not closure at all, because you are still conscious of the fact that someone has hurt you enough to make you not let go of yourself when entering another relationship.
I hope my words don’t get jumbled up because I am trying to type fast enough and at the same time explain this simply enough.
We have all been in situations where in our crystal clear mind, we have let go, absolutely, of option B, because it is the sensible heart and soul healing thing to do, and yet when the subject of that person comes up in a conversation, or when the activities that surrounds the existence of option B is re-surfacing, or even so much as flickers in or direction, a certain amount of hope re-surfaces with it. #fact
I have been a victim of closure. I thought I had finally suppressed the emotions I had for option B, but then recently, I was shocked when I saw a text on my phone and my heart actually still skipped a beat.
We have all been victims of that loosely termed word—closure.
Someone once told me, that trying to forget someone you once loved, maybe even your first love, is like trying to remember something that never happened.
The truth remains that total closure on one’s memories of a past love is impossible, because a song, a quote, even a smile is enough to trigger the remnants of the buried emotion that you thought you had previously put a lid on. Granted, it might not be love or even hope you feel when you remember the person, but what about hate, anger, regret, fear, sadness, anxiety, jealousy, betrayal, disgust, excitement, lust, and other emotions that are simply brewing under the surface of your heart? That is not total closure.
The truth remains that total closure is unattainable because a conscious effort to forget someone or something only further empowers thoughts of that person in your head.
#GBAM
I got the idea for this article while watching season three of Gossip girl, the episode where Chuck Bass is talking to Nate Archibald about Blair Waldorf. Nate tells Chuck to give up the little charade that Chuck and Blair have, he tells him to attain closure on his “relationship” with Blair and Chuck replies by stating that closure is an unattainable goal.
Boy meets girl. Boy likes girl. Boy loves girl. Boy leaves girl. Boy moves on. Girl finds it impossible to move on/let go.
We have all been in a compromising situation of complex decision making where option A is staring you right in the face but option B keeps coming up in your peripheral vision—not because you don’t know what you want, which by the way is option A, but because it has become a life-threatening choice to let go of your past, which by the way is option B.
So many questions arise during the course of closure: Do I really want to let go of him? Would I lose myself in the process? Or would I lose something deeper?
A friend of mine recently explained to me that when you lose someone, it ALWAYS stays with you, constantly reminding you of how easy it is to let go. That is not total closure. That is not closure at all, because you are still conscious of the fact that someone has hurt you enough to make you not let go of yourself when entering another relationship.
I hope my words don’t get jumbled up because I am trying to type fast enough and at the same time explain this simply enough.
We have all been in situations where in our crystal clear mind, we have let go, absolutely, of option B, because it is the sensible heart and soul healing thing to do, and yet when the subject of that person comes up in a conversation, or when the activities that surrounds the existence of option B is re-surfacing, or even so much as flickers in or direction, a certain amount of hope re-surfaces with it. #fact
I have been a victim of closure. I thought I had finally suppressed the emotions I had for option B, but then recently, I was shocked when I saw a text on my phone and my heart actually still skipped a beat.
We have all been victims of that loosely termed word—closure.
Someone once told me, that trying to forget someone you once loved, maybe even your first love, is like trying to remember something that never happened.
The truth remains that total closure on one’s memories of a past love is impossible, because a song, a quote, even a smile is enough to trigger the remnants of the buried emotion that you thought you had previously put a lid on. Granted, it might not be love or even hope you feel when you remember the person, but what about hate, anger, regret, fear, sadness, anxiety, jealousy, betrayal, disgust, excitement, lust, and other emotions that are simply brewing under the surface of your heart? That is not total closure.
The truth remains that total closure is unattainable because a conscious effort to forget someone or something only further empowers thoughts of that person in your head.
#GBAM
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Entries from a 2009 Diary!
19/04/09
It seems so hard but yet remains simple—these emotions I feel are not my equal. I cannot fight it, and I refuse to. Sometimes I try hiding it away, like a child hiding from the dark—but my actions betray: as obvious as trees in a park.
And I cannot fight it, even I refuse to. This love we have means too much to end too soon. This love I feel means too much to be lost too soon, and to lose you too.
But who am I to stand in the way of you and your emotions—I only control mine.
Dede
19/05/09
Really, who am I to stand in the way of you and your inconsistent emotions? In the very end I only control mine, and irrespective of distance, space and time, I have loved you. I have loved.
I have loved so much that I have tried hard, especially on difficult days, tried not to not love you.
And now, barely a month after my heart-wrenching trials, I have lost you. I have lost.
And somewhere within me I know it is the right thing, but the truth is my dear, reason has abandoned me. And I could hate you—so easily, so totally. But I love you, more than I love me.
And even though I have lost you, I do not stop loving you, because in my self-deceived mind, you are coming back to me.
Dede
19/10/09
You are not coming back to me, are you?
Sometimes I wonder that if someone were to give me an opportunity to go back to the past, would I take it?
Sometimes I wonder, was it enough that I loved you incessantly, unconditionally? Was it enough to build us on?
It’s been nearly 6 months, hasn’t it? And you have moved on, haven’t you? But then you never really loved me, or did you? And you never even deserved me, period.
Because I see it now, I think I am finally able to let go of the idea of “us” again. And I am finally able to let go of you. And I have realized, or He made me realize, that love, not time, heals all wounds.
Dede
19/11/09
You see, love heals all wound. I know that this is really none of your business anymore, but I have a constant nagging in the pit of my stomach that makes me want to shout from roof-tops just so that you can know that I have found another. I have found another, but I cannot give him the whole of me, because you have taken a part of me away with you.
And I want to hurt you by telling you, but I know you do not care.
So I will simply enjoy the life that cupid has thrust onto my laps, because I deserve this happiness.
Dede
19/12/09
I deserve this happiness, don’t you see that? It has been almost a year and I simply refuse to end my year with this turmoil that my mind has been in.
Yes—I have said this repeatedly in the past but I can swear that this time, it really is different. I really do care about him, honestly, I do. But is it enough?
I feel like you have taken a vital part of me away—could I have it back?
Because I need it, to fully appreciate him, or myself. I fear I still need you.
And I realize that in an attempt not to control your emotions, I let you control mine!
Dede
It seems so hard but yet remains simple—these emotions I feel are not my equal. I cannot fight it, and I refuse to. Sometimes I try hiding it away, like a child hiding from the dark—but my actions betray: as obvious as trees in a park.
And I cannot fight it, even I refuse to. This love we have means too much to end too soon. This love I feel means too much to be lost too soon, and to lose you too.
But who am I to stand in the way of you and your emotions—I only control mine.
Dede
19/05/09
Really, who am I to stand in the way of you and your inconsistent emotions? In the very end I only control mine, and irrespective of distance, space and time, I have loved you. I have loved.
I have loved so much that I have tried hard, especially on difficult days, tried not to not love you.
And now, barely a month after my heart-wrenching trials, I have lost you. I have lost.
And somewhere within me I know it is the right thing, but the truth is my dear, reason has abandoned me. And I could hate you—so easily, so totally. But I love you, more than I love me.
And even though I have lost you, I do not stop loving you, because in my self-deceived mind, you are coming back to me.
Dede
19/10/09
You are not coming back to me, are you?
Sometimes I wonder that if someone were to give me an opportunity to go back to the past, would I take it?
Sometimes I wonder, was it enough that I loved you incessantly, unconditionally? Was it enough to build us on?
It’s been nearly 6 months, hasn’t it? And you have moved on, haven’t you? But then you never really loved me, or did you? And you never even deserved me, period.
Because I see it now, I think I am finally able to let go of the idea of “us” again. And I am finally able to let go of you. And I have realized, or He made me realize, that love, not time, heals all wounds.
Dede
19/11/09
You see, love heals all wound. I know that this is really none of your business anymore, but I have a constant nagging in the pit of my stomach that makes me want to shout from roof-tops just so that you can know that I have found another. I have found another, but I cannot give him the whole of me, because you have taken a part of me away with you.
And I want to hurt you by telling you, but I know you do not care.
So I will simply enjoy the life that cupid has thrust onto my laps, because I deserve this happiness.
Dede
19/12/09
I deserve this happiness, don’t you see that? It has been almost a year and I simply refuse to end my year with this turmoil that my mind has been in.
Yes—I have said this repeatedly in the past but I can swear that this time, it really is different. I really do care about him, honestly, I do. But is it enough?
I feel like you have taken a vital part of me away—could I have it back?
Because I need it, to fully appreciate him, or myself. I fear I still need you.
And I realize that in an attempt not to control your emotions, I let you control mine!
Dede
50 Things 2010 has taught me.
As the year 2010 approaches a much anticipated and welcome close, I have to reflect back on the things that I have learnt, either through books, friends, family, movies, or even by myself, through experience. Some of them are simple quotes that you have heard repeatedly over time, some you might not have heard before, but regardless, each has given cause to think and deeply reflect through the year 2010.
I have learnt that......
1.) ...2+2=5, but only if you believe it, and your lecturer doesn’t see it.
2.) ...It is better to lose an argument than to lose a friend.
3.) ...An eye for an eye only ends up making everyone blind.
4.) ...Friends should be there to take your side when you are wrong, because random person can stand for you when you are right.
5.) ...Failure isn’t when you fall down; it is when you stubbornly refuse to get right back up.
6.) ...When you know what’s right, but still don’t do it, that’s a sin.
7.) ...You should never look down on someone except you are helping them up.
8.) ...If you try real hard, you can keep your head when others about you lose theirs.
9.) ...Love comes to those who believe.
10.) ...Taking responsibility is a sign of maturity.
11.) ...When you accept who you are, you are superior to those who don’t accept you.
12.) ...Absence does not make the heart grow fonder; it drills a hole in it.
13.) ...It takes a long time to build up trust, and a few minutes to break it.
14.) ...Nothing lasts forever.
15.) ...Just when you are about to make both ends meet, someone comes along and moves the ends.
16.) ...It takes two to tango, but if you dance alone, no one will step on your toes.
17.) ...Open hatred can be hidden love.
18.) ...There is something interesting about someone’s unhappiness, and something dull about their happiness.
19.) ...The life you think is private is the subject of analysis, criticism, commendation or condemnation.
20.) ...The more you try to ignore someone, the more you become aware of the person.
21.) ...There is nothing compared to one’s first love.
22.) ...Education is one thing, experience is another.
23.) ...There is a difference between growing old, and growing up.
24.) ...You should not be ashamed or scared of making a mistake, looking foolish, being rejected, or being hurt.
25.) ...If you don’t hear opportunity knocking, find another door.
26.) ...If your lecturer tells you to stop talking or you will fail his course, he means it, seriously.
27.) ...Just because someone is flirting with you incessantly doesn’t mean he or she likes you.
28.) ...Everybody doesn’t have to like me, I don’t like everybody.
29.) ...I am responsible for the outcome of my day.
30.) ...Forgiveness means letting go of a hurtful situation and moving on with my own happiness.
31.) ...When it comes down to it, we all just want to be loved.
32.) ...Survival only teaches one thing—survive or go under.
33.) ...Love is forgiving someone over and over again and again
34.) ...Lies, when big enough and regularly repeated would eventually become the truth.
35.) ...If you laugh a lot, when you get older, your wrinkles will be in the right places.
36.) ...Every day is a new beginning, another chance to laugh, to lose, and to live your life to the fullest. Another chance at life.
37.) ...No matter how much you have learnt from the past, you will still make mistakes in the future.
38.) ...Some people are always talking just because they like to hear the sound of their own voice.
39.) ...Little things are special things.
40.) ...Love is asking about someone’s day and truly caring about the answer.
41.) ...He who has injured me is either weaker or stronger than me, if weaker I should spare him, if stronger, I should spare myself.
42.) ...A successful man is one who can lay a foundation with bricks that have been thrown at him.
43.) ...Sometimes, you know you are making a wrong decision, but you make it anyway.
44.) ...When you lose someone, it stays with you, reminding you of how easy it is to get hurt.
45.) ...Life has a mind of its own.
46.) ...The assumption that as we get older, we will get wiser is not true.
47.) ...When you have nothing to say, say nothing.
48.) ...Flattery is alright, as long as you don’t inhale.
49.) ...There is no formula for success, but there is a formula for failure – trying to please everybody.
50.) ...If you’re going to be able to look back on something and laugh about it, you may as well laugh about it now!
I have learnt that......
1.) ...2+2=5, but only if you believe it, and your lecturer doesn’t see it.
2.) ...It is better to lose an argument than to lose a friend.
3.) ...An eye for an eye only ends up making everyone blind.
4.) ...Friends should be there to take your side when you are wrong, because random person can stand for you when you are right.
5.) ...Failure isn’t when you fall down; it is when you stubbornly refuse to get right back up.
6.) ...When you know what’s right, but still don’t do it, that’s a sin.
7.) ...You should never look down on someone except you are helping them up.
8.) ...If you try real hard, you can keep your head when others about you lose theirs.
9.) ...Love comes to those who believe.
10.) ...Taking responsibility is a sign of maturity.
11.) ...When you accept who you are, you are superior to those who don’t accept you.
12.) ...Absence does not make the heart grow fonder; it drills a hole in it.
13.) ...It takes a long time to build up trust, and a few minutes to break it.
14.) ...Nothing lasts forever.
15.) ...Just when you are about to make both ends meet, someone comes along and moves the ends.
16.) ...It takes two to tango, but if you dance alone, no one will step on your toes.
17.) ...Open hatred can be hidden love.
18.) ...There is something interesting about someone’s unhappiness, and something dull about their happiness.
19.) ...The life you think is private is the subject of analysis, criticism, commendation or condemnation.
20.) ...The more you try to ignore someone, the more you become aware of the person.
21.) ...There is nothing compared to one’s first love.
22.) ...Education is one thing, experience is another.
23.) ...There is a difference between growing old, and growing up.
24.) ...You should not be ashamed or scared of making a mistake, looking foolish, being rejected, or being hurt.
25.) ...If you don’t hear opportunity knocking, find another door.
26.) ...If your lecturer tells you to stop talking or you will fail his course, he means it, seriously.
27.) ...Just because someone is flirting with you incessantly doesn’t mean he or she likes you.
28.) ...Everybody doesn’t have to like me, I don’t like everybody.
29.) ...I am responsible for the outcome of my day.
30.) ...Forgiveness means letting go of a hurtful situation and moving on with my own happiness.
31.) ...When it comes down to it, we all just want to be loved.
32.) ...Survival only teaches one thing—survive or go under.
33.) ...Love is forgiving someone over and over again and again
34.) ...Lies, when big enough and regularly repeated would eventually become the truth.
35.) ...If you laugh a lot, when you get older, your wrinkles will be in the right places.
36.) ...Every day is a new beginning, another chance to laugh, to lose, and to live your life to the fullest. Another chance at life.
37.) ...No matter how much you have learnt from the past, you will still make mistakes in the future.
38.) ...Some people are always talking just because they like to hear the sound of their own voice.
39.) ...Little things are special things.
40.) ...Love is asking about someone’s day and truly caring about the answer.
41.) ...He who has injured me is either weaker or stronger than me, if weaker I should spare him, if stronger, I should spare myself.
42.) ...A successful man is one who can lay a foundation with bricks that have been thrown at him.
43.) ...Sometimes, you know you are making a wrong decision, but you make it anyway.
44.) ...When you lose someone, it stays with you, reminding you of how easy it is to get hurt.
45.) ...Life has a mind of its own.
46.) ...The assumption that as we get older, we will get wiser is not true.
47.) ...When you have nothing to say, say nothing.
48.) ...Flattery is alright, as long as you don’t inhale.
49.) ...There is no formula for success, but there is a formula for failure – trying to please everybody.
50.) ...If you’re going to be able to look back on something and laugh about it, you may as well laugh about it now!
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
sOME trUth We loVE TO HatE.
Let us begin by committing ourselves to the truth—to see it as it is, and tell it like it is—to find the truth, to speak the truth, and to live the truth
Richard Nixon U.S. president (1913 - 1994)
Seriously, like the fact that my jeans no longer fit and I have to resort to jumping up and down continuously while my two cousins from the obodo giggle on in the dimly-lit corridor. Or should I count the number of times I placed Daniel (my younger cousin form the famous obodo) on my tummy so I could zip up and button my shorts? And I cannot forget the black on black that I have to wear when I am going somewhere with skinny chicks. Oh! Of course there is the way I pack my hair that makes my face look longer and takes focus away from the so-called cute chubby cheeks!
Then, there is the fact that he doesn’t call you as much as you call him, and you even have to endure his famous “I’m busy response” a couple of times before you get to have a little conversation. But in your naïve mind, he is simply hustling money to take you out for that weekend he promised you twenty million years ago!
There is also the fact that your school fees are really #kobo but you say it is #naira. Or the fact that there is no course called #blablabla, but you collect money for its registration, its handout, and its examination. Let’s not forget that you are really not carrying over that #somethingsomething course, but you collect money for summer.
But those are even the big lies. It’s just the natural human instinct, to do away with the truth!
No one wants the truth if it is inconvenient, even me! So what do we do o my peoples?
So often, that we don’t even know, we are held in captivity by the truth we have refused to listen to, admit, or say—and it kills us inside, gradually, till after a while we are no longer even conscious of the fact that we are dead. Some people died so long ago that they have skipped right through this article.
We have lied so much that we don’t even know what a lie is anyone. Let me help you:
• When you are taking a dump and a boy calls you and asks what you are doing, and you say “just chilling”, na lie.
• When you see your phone ringing and you mute it, and then send a message saying “sorry I missed your call”, na lie.
• When you tell the interviewer that you have experience in the field, and you are fresh outta college, na lie.
• When your mom/dad/anyone calls you, and you shout I’m in the toilet, when you are lying down on your bed, facebooking, na lie.
• When your mum asks you if you need an advance on your allowance and your wallet is still heavy, na lie.
Seriously, I recently got nabbed on a simple “small” lie that I could have avoided. Why can’t we all just tell the truth? That is my late-in-the-year resolution o peoples, starting from now, so here is some of the truth that I love to hate…..feel free to add yours, or write it on your own article:
• I like boys! Yes, I can’t help it because I’m an emotionally alive young lady. I like to scope them, insult them, love them, and be loved by them, be chyked by them, talk to them, and ignore them.
• I am on the plus side! Yes, but in a good way though. I am not slim, chubby, or even fat; I just fill out in the right places.
• Sometimes I don’t wanna be with my friends. Sorry, but totally true. I need my alone time sometimes.
• I have terrible mood swings, and it’s not just PMS, it’s sometimes you. True story!
• I might bring you down sometimes just to make myself feel good. I am only human.
• I actually love my brother a lot and would be terrible hurt if something were to happen to him.
• I am conceited (yes! I know you have told me over and over, well this is me admitting it), and I want things to be about me, but you really cannot blame me, after all, it is my life.
There is so much more, but this piece would never end, and frankly, I have a poem to write*cheeky smile*
To end this, in the words of Virginia Woolf, British novelist and critic (1882 - 1941) if you do not tell the truth about yourself you cannot tell it about other people.
Ciao!
Richard Nixon U.S. president (1913 - 1994)
Seriously, like the fact that my jeans no longer fit and I have to resort to jumping up and down continuously while my two cousins from the obodo giggle on in the dimly-lit corridor. Or should I count the number of times I placed Daniel (my younger cousin form the famous obodo) on my tummy so I could zip up and button my shorts? And I cannot forget the black on black that I have to wear when I am going somewhere with skinny chicks. Oh! Of course there is the way I pack my hair that makes my face look longer and takes focus away from the so-called cute chubby cheeks!
Then, there is the fact that he doesn’t call you as much as you call him, and you even have to endure his famous “I’m busy response” a couple of times before you get to have a little conversation. But in your naïve mind, he is simply hustling money to take you out for that weekend he promised you twenty million years ago!
There is also the fact that your school fees are really #kobo but you say it is #naira. Or the fact that there is no course called #blablabla, but you collect money for its registration, its handout, and its examination. Let’s not forget that you are really not carrying over that #somethingsomething course, but you collect money for summer.
But those are even the big lies. It’s just the natural human instinct, to do away with the truth!
No one wants the truth if it is inconvenient, even me! So what do we do o my peoples?
So often, that we don’t even know, we are held in captivity by the truth we have refused to listen to, admit, or say—and it kills us inside, gradually, till after a while we are no longer even conscious of the fact that we are dead. Some people died so long ago that they have skipped right through this article.
We have lied so much that we don’t even know what a lie is anyone. Let me help you:
• When you are taking a dump and a boy calls you and asks what you are doing, and you say “just chilling”, na lie.
• When you see your phone ringing and you mute it, and then send a message saying “sorry I missed your call”, na lie.
• When you tell the interviewer that you have experience in the field, and you are fresh outta college, na lie.
• When your mom/dad/anyone calls you, and you shout I’m in the toilet, when you are lying down on your bed, facebooking, na lie.
• When your mum asks you if you need an advance on your allowance and your wallet is still heavy, na lie.
Seriously, I recently got nabbed on a simple “small” lie that I could have avoided. Why can’t we all just tell the truth? That is my late-in-the-year resolution o peoples, starting from now, so here is some of the truth that I love to hate…..feel free to add yours, or write it on your own article:
• I like boys! Yes, I can’t help it because I’m an emotionally alive young lady. I like to scope them, insult them, love them, and be loved by them, be chyked by them, talk to them, and ignore them.
• I am on the plus side! Yes, but in a good way though. I am not slim, chubby, or even fat; I just fill out in the right places.
• Sometimes I don’t wanna be with my friends. Sorry, but totally true. I need my alone time sometimes.
• I have terrible mood swings, and it’s not just PMS, it’s sometimes you. True story!
• I might bring you down sometimes just to make myself feel good. I am only human.
• I actually love my brother a lot and would be terrible hurt if something were to happen to him.
• I am conceited (yes! I know you have told me over and over, well this is me admitting it), and I want things to be about me, but you really cannot blame me, after all, it is my life.
There is so much more, but this piece would never end, and frankly, I have a poem to write*cheeky smile*
To end this, in the words of Virginia Woolf, British novelist and critic (1882 - 1941) if you do not tell the truth about yourself you cannot tell it about other people.
Ciao!
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
EXCLUSIVE ARTICLE!! Story of my 5naira boy’s rebellion…
Once upon a time in a far far away land called reality lived two young children/teenagers/adolescents/young adults who were deceived by cupid into thinking they were madly in love with each other—and they were.
From break-up’s to make up’s, from jealousy to insecurity, but they survived.
However, this is not a story about the couple who wouldn’t give up on each other, no; it is a story about the 5 naira boy who decided to revolt. For the purpose of privacy, and anonymity, the subject in this context shall ONLY be referred to as the 5 naira boy (are YOU satisfied?).
What is a 5 naira boy, you ask? I’ll tell you the history/genesis of the soon-to-be-world-wide accepted title, before embarking of the journey.
As we all know, MTN-to-MTN on Xtracool (now known as funlink) is 5 naira, only.
My 5 naira boy isn’t only my 5 naira boy, he is also my “please call me back” twenty times a day boy. Always sends that please call me back ish, so annoying, and nasty habit. It even got to a point where his messages remained unopened because the content was already known by me (e no pass *133*number#), after all, na free text.
He is also my “20-second-rule” boy. It’s like some kind of disease that even when he calls he briefs it so much that soon after I forget what the point was.
To be fair though, on a good day, my 5 naira boy could chat with me for a bit, say maybe 10 messages, or he could be as gallant as to grace us with a phone call of 3-to-5 minutes. On a good day.
Na so I vex o. money na small thing abi? Decided to show myself!
Hence begins the battle of the 5 naira boy and, well, me.
Flashed him a couple of days ago for some 20-sum minutes.
My 5 naira boy vexed back.
In his words, “You want to test me abi?”
LIKE DUH!
Please O! 5 naira boy, awake from your slumber—and he did.
Next thing I know, my 5 naira boy calls for 19minutes and says, with of the pride he can muster, “By the way, this is me flashing you back.”
Chai! Omo na die o.
Next thing I know, its 26 minutes, and longer, and longer, till I concede victory to my former 5 naira boy.
I cannot compete with this; I refuse to compete with this.
My 5 naira boy has been gingered to swagger the ginger.
Let’s go noni—except I’m not going anywhere but sitting patiently here to receive his long long phone calls.
I have been schooled in the art of MTN.
I have learnt.
Finally—he has learnt.
My 5 naira boy, the student, has become the master.
Sidenote:
*To girls, this is how you ginger your 5 naira boy!
**To my 5 naira boy, I alone know the truth, but I still love you (this makes the world know you too ^_^)
From break-up’s to make up’s, from jealousy to insecurity, but they survived.
However, this is not a story about the couple who wouldn’t give up on each other, no; it is a story about the 5 naira boy who decided to revolt. For the purpose of privacy, and anonymity, the subject in this context shall ONLY be referred to as the 5 naira boy (are YOU satisfied?).
What is a 5 naira boy, you ask? I’ll tell you the history/genesis of the soon-to-be-world-wide accepted title, before embarking of the journey.
As we all know, MTN-to-MTN on Xtracool (now known as funlink) is 5 naira, only.
My 5 naira boy isn’t only my 5 naira boy, he is also my “please call me back” twenty times a day boy. Always sends that please call me back ish, so annoying, and nasty habit. It even got to a point where his messages remained unopened because the content was already known by me (e no pass *133*number#), after all, na free text.
He is also my “20-second-rule” boy. It’s like some kind of disease that even when he calls he briefs it so much that soon after I forget what the point was.
To be fair though, on a good day, my 5 naira boy could chat with me for a bit, say maybe 10 messages, or he could be as gallant as to grace us with a phone call of 3-to-5 minutes. On a good day.
Na so I vex o. money na small thing abi? Decided to show myself!
Hence begins the battle of the 5 naira boy and, well, me.
Flashed him a couple of days ago for some 20-sum minutes.
My 5 naira boy vexed back.
In his words, “You want to test me abi?”
LIKE DUH!
Please O! 5 naira boy, awake from your slumber—and he did.
Next thing I know, my 5 naira boy calls for 19minutes and says, with of the pride he can muster, “By the way, this is me flashing you back.”
Chai! Omo na die o.
Next thing I know, its 26 minutes, and longer, and longer, till I concede victory to my former 5 naira boy.
I cannot compete with this; I refuse to compete with this.
My 5 naira boy has been gingered to swagger the ginger.
Let’s go noni—except I’m not going anywhere but sitting patiently here to receive his long long phone calls.
I have been schooled in the art of MTN.
I have learnt.
Finally—he has learnt.
My 5 naira boy, the student, has become the master.
Sidenote:
*To girls, this is how you ginger your 5 naira boy!
**To my 5 naira boy, I alone know the truth, but I still love you (this makes the world know you too ^_^)
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Dear Reader!
Dear Reader,
Can Nigeria be any more sadistic than it already is?
I really doubt it; with all this carnage that is fast booming into a rampage (really didn’t mean to rhyme).
Its August 2010, couple of days before September. Place of location is Akure town, the capital of Ondo State.
Problem?
Well the problem is that jejely on my own o, I was driving to work, so I get to a round-a-bout, and what do I see but Ębǫ.
What is Ębǫ?
Now, for those who have no idea what Ębǫ is, and for those who aren’t Yoruba movie fanatics, (not saying I am one o, truth is I make it my personal business to crucify most Nollywood movies, but that is another article entirely) Ębǫ is a Yoruba word used to define a sacrifice by people to gods (notice the small g?).
Anyway, most times the sacrifice consists of a black ceramic bowl with food like yam or eba, mixed with palm oil—or something of that sort. I don’t really know because I have never gotten too close to the bowl (yes, me sef fear am).
The deal is, the sacrifice is made to appease these gods, because, I’m guessing, some ignorant herbalist somewhere has said, “E lo se Étutu”.
Bullshit.
And I say that with all respect to human rights of religion, bla bla bla. This one though is blind stupidity and ignorance.
Do these gods come down to eat of this so-called delicacy? No. the sacrifice just gets eaten by some totally random mad man who has been starving for days.
These sacrifices that are placed in front of schools, market areas, hospitals, homes, shops, are fast gaining popularity among Yoruba people.
I used to think this was just some kind of thing that you’d see in a movie but never witness in reality, but here I am, a 19-year-old simple student, being made to eat my words. I feel like an atheist who is coming face to face with God.
Are people really still this way?
I can’t even get the sight out of my head.
It is sad, that Nigerians still believe in these doctrines?
When are we going to let go of barbaric acts?
And just so you know, this isn’t the first one I am seeing, so it is not like I am just making noise.
Plus this is just the tip of the iceberg that would eventually sink the ship called Nigeria.
I mean, as if we don’t have enough on our plate with our leaders being corrupt, strikes, and lack of proper education, we now also have to worry about blood sacrifices, rituals, and kidnappings by stupid ignorant people looking for a quick buck or looking to get even with someone.
I am tired.
I am tired of being inside my house when some Deji is being crowned and the whole town is on lockdown because they are looking for heads to sacrifice.
I am tired of rushing into my house at 6 o’clock in the evening because some people are hungry to kidnap.
I am tired.
I am concerned.
I am concerned for my cute baby brother who is only 3 months old and would have to grow up in this sadistic country.
I am concerned for my unborn children who would/might grow up in this country that lacks discipline.
I am concerned.
And I just want it all to end, because enough really is enough.
I might be just one voice out of 150million, but I have given you something to think about, so please think.
For us, for our future.
Signed,
A concerned citizen!
Can Nigeria be any more sadistic than it already is?
I really doubt it; with all this carnage that is fast booming into a rampage (really didn’t mean to rhyme).
Its August 2010, couple of days before September. Place of location is Akure town, the capital of Ondo State.
Problem?
Well the problem is that jejely on my own o, I was driving to work, so I get to a round-a-bout, and what do I see but Ębǫ.
What is Ębǫ?
Now, for those who have no idea what Ębǫ is, and for those who aren’t Yoruba movie fanatics, (not saying I am one o, truth is I make it my personal business to crucify most Nollywood movies, but that is another article entirely) Ębǫ is a Yoruba word used to define a sacrifice by people to gods (notice the small g?).
Anyway, most times the sacrifice consists of a black ceramic bowl with food like yam or eba, mixed with palm oil—or something of that sort. I don’t really know because I have never gotten too close to the bowl (yes, me sef fear am).
The deal is, the sacrifice is made to appease these gods, because, I’m guessing, some ignorant herbalist somewhere has said, “E lo se Étutu”.
Bullshit.
And I say that with all respect to human rights of religion, bla bla bla. This one though is blind stupidity and ignorance.
Do these gods come down to eat of this so-called delicacy? No. the sacrifice just gets eaten by some totally random mad man who has been starving for days.
These sacrifices that are placed in front of schools, market areas, hospitals, homes, shops, are fast gaining popularity among Yoruba people.
I used to think this was just some kind of thing that you’d see in a movie but never witness in reality, but here I am, a 19-year-old simple student, being made to eat my words. I feel like an atheist who is coming face to face with God.
Are people really still this way?
I can’t even get the sight out of my head.
It is sad, that Nigerians still believe in these doctrines?
When are we going to let go of barbaric acts?
And just so you know, this isn’t the first one I am seeing, so it is not like I am just making noise.
Plus this is just the tip of the iceberg that would eventually sink the ship called Nigeria.
I mean, as if we don’t have enough on our plate with our leaders being corrupt, strikes, and lack of proper education, we now also have to worry about blood sacrifices, rituals, and kidnappings by stupid ignorant people looking for a quick buck or looking to get even with someone.
I am tired.
I am tired of being inside my house when some Deji is being crowned and the whole town is on lockdown because they are looking for heads to sacrifice.
I am tired of rushing into my house at 6 o’clock in the evening because some people are hungry to kidnap.
I am tired.
I am concerned.
I am concerned for my cute baby brother who is only 3 months old and would have to grow up in this sadistic country.
I am concerned for my unborn children who would/might grow up in this country that lacks discipline.
I am concerned.
And I just want it all to end, because enough really is enough.
I might be just one voice out of 150million, but I have given you something to think about, so please think.
For us, for our future.
Signed,
A concerned citizen!
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