Ah, na so so vex dey vex me here o! I coulda, shoulda been doing something else, but instead I am here swelling up like a balloon.
I have been planning on going for the Parade in Manhattan New York since God knows when. Finally, the day is here, and I am not there. How did that happen? It's all my fault because I was counting on my yeye friends to go with me, but they all bailed out on me at the last minute.
First of all, I have a bad habit of not wanting to go anywhere unless my friends are with me. If they are not with me, I don't go out. It's just not the same jare. I need my friends to be there, so we can talk and laugh and act like fools. I can't be acting a fool on the street of New York all by myself now haba. What if someone catches me on tape? OK, being caught on tape really isn't what is holding me back. What is holding me back is the fact that I just need to see very familiar faces around me.
So that's the story anyways. Busola said she's working; Uju said she has three exams next week (the week starting tomorrow); Funmie said she's broke. In fact, Funmie's own is the one that even pained me well well because I started asking Funmie if she was going for the parade ever since. Every time I said, "Funmi, are you going for the parade?", she would say, "I want to go." My people, is that a 'yes' or a 'no'? I was like, I don't wanna know if you wanna go or not; I want 2 know if you ARE going or not. Still, she would say, "I want to go." It was now on Sunday abi Monday that she opened her yeye mouth to say, "So Vera, when are we going shopping for the parade?" She should just be thankful that she wasn't with me when she asked me that question because na slap I for use answer her.
Funmie knows I hate shopping. OK, lemme rephrase it. I love shopping, but I cannot spend too much time @ the mall. It makes my skin crawl. The thought of walking around from one store to another just doesn't sit with me. So whenever I need to go shopping for an event like the parade, it would usually take me a whole month. One day, I might decide to enter only one store to look for a pair of shoes, and if I don't find it there, I would go home and go to a different store two days later. I don't wanna walk around the mall for hours, and I don't wanna drive from one store to the other looking for stuff. I'm not the kinda person who wants to buy everything in one day. I will lose my mind if I have to do that. So you see why I wanted to slap Funmie when she asked me when I wanted to go shopping...only five or six days from the event. Yeah right! I love planning my stuff, and it takes me ages to plan. If I were to throw a birthday party, I would start planning it like six to twelve months before the date. That's just me. I don't like all these chere-were (wait & take) planning abi shopping.
Anyways, I'm sure those that went for the parade are having ablast right now...without me. Gosh, this makes me wanna cry for real. But anyways...I go live sha, I guess.
I already promised my friend, Nora in New York that I go dey there next year. No shaking. No waiting on Funmie et al. I would just hang out with my friends in NY. Next year, I'll probably stay the whole weekend sef and have a blast. No clubbin' though. That's a complete waste of time to me.
See Ya....
p.s. I typed this post so freaking fast that I can only imagine how many typos I made, but I am in no mood to proof-read, so if you see any typo, I apologize.
Saturday, September 30, 2006
Thursday, September 28, 2006
How Am I Supposed To Feel?
If I had written this post at the time it happened, the title would have "Today Is A Wrong Day To Mess With Me".
Lemme xplain. I got emails in my mailbox in the afternoon about my last article (Love & Be Loved). Getting emails from happy readers is really not a new thing (Thank God), but getting them from readers who read my piece on "Champion Newspaper" in Nigeria is definitely a new thing because I do not write for Champion Newspaper.
So here's the deal: On one hand, it's a good thing that they published my article there because it is getting my name out there for more people to see and know. It's good publicity, you know? It's building up my CV. But on the other hand, they have no right to publish my article without asking me first. How can a big newspaper like Champion do something like this? Don't they know about etiquettes? Let's not forget that they are making money off me in Nigeria oh. Damn, I'm getting angry all over as I'm typing this. This type of thing pisses me off 2 my bone. I actually found their website online and tried calling both of their numbers...but I was told "the number you're calling is not reachable @ the moment; please try your call again later". Why am I not surprised? I tried emailing them immediately, but then my internet fumbled. I guess that was God tryna stop me raining curses on them. This matter is not closed; definitely not. I'm still gonna try & contact them.
At first, I was thinking maybe they didn't have a way to reach me concerning the article, but then I realised that couldn't have been the case. They had to have known and published my public email address too. I mean, how else did the readers reach me? I try my best to make myself very accessible, which is why I openly and publicly display my email address, so that anyone can get to me. So you see why I am so pissed @ this damn Champion Newspaper people?
How am I supposed to feel? What am I supposed 2 do? I really dunno. Hmmm. Did I mention that today is the second day in my menstrual cycle? That means hundred times more likely 2 get pissed. Damn, these people have really screwed with my day. I'm gonna go ahead and send them that e-mail since their business numbers are not working. Damn Nigerian people.
SHIIIIIIT!!!!!!!!!!!
Lemme xplain. I got emails in my mailbox in the afternoon about my last article (Love & Be Loved). Getting emails from happy readers is really not a new thing (Thank God), but getting them from readers who read my piece on "Champion Newspaper" in Nigeria is definitely a new thing because I do not write for Champion Newspaper.
So here's the deal: On one hand, it's a good thing that they published my article there because it is getting my name out there for more people to see and know. It's good publicity, you know? It's building up my CV. But on the other hand, they have no right to publish my article without asking me first. How can a big newspaper like Champion do something like this? Don't they know about etiquettes? Let's not forget that they are making money off me in Nigeria oh. Damn, I'm getting angry all over as I'm typing this. This type of thing pisses me off 2 my bone. I actually found their website online and tried calling both of their numbers...but I was told "the number you're calling is not reachable @ the moment; please try your call again later". Why am I not surprised? I tried emailing them immediately, but then my internet fumbled. I guess that was God tryna stop me raining curses on them. This matter is not closed; definitely not. I'm still gonna try & contact them.
At first, I was thinking maybe they didn't have a way to reach me concerning the article, but then I realised that couldn't have been the case. They had to have known and published my public email address too. I mean, how else did the readers reach me? I try my best to make myself very accessible, which is why I openly and publicly display my email address, so that anyone can get to me. So you see why I am so pissed @ this damn Champion Newspaper people?
How am I supposed to feel? What am I supposed 2 do? I really dunno. Hmmm. Did I mention that today is the second day in my menstrual cycle? That means hundred times more likely 2 get pissed. Damn, these people have really screwed with my day. I'm gonna go ahead and send them that e-mail since their business numbers are not working. Damn Nigerian people.
SHIIIIIIT!!!!!!!!!!!
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
About The Audioblog Below...
I tried writing this on the previous post, but it won't let me. I can't edit the post and add the info that I wanna add. Anyways...this is what I was gonna write there.
On Saturday night, my mom & grandma went 4 some Igbo function, and the next day (while I was sleeping) I heard loud music boomin from the sound system in the living room. At first, I was mad cause my mother is fund of playing loud Nigerian music in the morning; she doesn't understand that not every1 wakes up at eight like her. But anyways...
After a while, I found myself wiggling myself 2 the beat of the music on bed. I had 2 make a copy of the CD, and I have been playing it ever since. The third track which is my favorite. I don't understand everything he is saying, but I know I love it. I think he is from Imo cause he mentioned some Imo local governments like Ngor-Okpala, but damn, whatever he is saying is sweet music 2 my ears. I have been dancing to the whole CD - especially the third, of course. His name is Sonny Bobo but I dunno the name of the CD.
It isn't so clear here cause I had to do the audioblog with my cell phone, but hopefully, you can grasp the general sound of the song. I just love it. I honestly think it is sooo damn sexxxy. I find a lot of things sexxxy, right?? (maybe I need to redefine the meaning of sexxxy) LOL. The song makes me wanna marry an Imo man. Does any1 know where to find one? *wink wink*
I'm going to take a shower (even though it's already past 4pm). I'm taking the CD player from the kitchen with me in2 the bathroom cause I intend to dance to this song while I'm taking a shower. Mm mm mm. My father would LOVE this song; this is the type of song he likes. I think any funny man who loves a song like this one would get along very well with my daddy. I'm such a daddy's gal. Anyhow u look @ it, 'daddy's gal' always sounds better than 'mama's boy', right?
I dated a mama's boy once. Absolute rubbish. All I heard was "momsy said"... "momsy this..." and "momsy that...". Every statement and answer always seemed to start with 'momsy..." Imagine my plight. Anyways, thank God that's over and done with.
JUST ENJOY THE MUSIC & TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK.
On Saturday night, my mom & grandma went 4 some Igbo function, and the next day (while I was sleeping) I heard loud music boomin from the sound system in the living room. At first, I was mad cause my mother is fund of playing loud Nigerian music in the morning; she doesn't understand that not every1 wakes up at eight like her. But anyways...
After a while, I found myself wiggling myself 2 the beat of the music on bed. I had 2 make a copy of the CD, and I have been playing it ever since. The third track which is my favorite. I don't understand everything he is saying, but I know I love it. I think he is from Imo cause he mentioned some Imo local governments like Ngor-Okpala, but damn, whatever he is saying is sweet music 2 my ears. I have been dancing to the whole CD - especially the third, of course. His name is Sonny Bobo but I dunno the name of the CD.
It isn't so clear here cause I had to do the audioblog with my cell phone, but hopefully, you can grasp the general sound of the song. I just love it. I honestly think it is sooo damn sexxxy. I find a lot of things sexxxy, right?? (maybe I need to redefine the meaning of sexxxy) LOL. The song makes me wanna marry an Imo man. Does any1 know where to find one? *wink wink*
I'm going to take a shower (even though it's already past 4pm). I'm taking the CD player from the kitchen with me in2 the bathroom cause I intend to dance to this song while I'm taking a shower. Mm mm mm. My father would LOVE this song; this is the type of song he likes. I think any funny man who loves a song like this one would get along very well with my daddy. I'm such a daddy's gal. Anyhow u look @ it, 'daddy's gal' always sounds better than 'mama's boy', right?
I dated a mama's boy once. Absolute rubbish. All I heard was "momsy said"... "momsy this..." and "momsy that...". Every statement and answer always seemed to start with 'momsy..." Imagine my plight. Anyways, thank God that's over and done with.
JUST ENJOY THE MUSIC & TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK.
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
High
Yes, I am high! You read right; I am hiiiiiiiiggggghhhhhh! And it feels damn good. I'm high on a few things.
1: I bought a huge cup/container of French Vanilla Capuccino. Mmmmmmm sooooo goood. I had some a few minutes go, and it is tasty! Best of all, it's instant and it already has everything (creme & sugar), so all I have 2 do it pour hot water. I didn't get some whipped creme for it cause I don't use whipped creme wit my hot beverage. There r betta things 2 do with whipped creme... like.... you know.
2. I bought a whole box of goghurt. Goghurt is yoghurt on the go. It's yoghurt in a satchet, and I am pretty sure the makers made it for kids cause there are a buncha cartoons on the satchets, but who cares? I love it and I am keepin it! Funmi called me agbaya.. can you imagine? Oh well. Needless 2 say, goghurts are awesome!
3. I finished my short story and started a new series today. It's called "I Must Be Married". I'll let you read it when I am done. I will publish it in chapters....kinda like a soap opera. Feel me? Anyways, I'm really excited that I finally finished my short story - I mean completely finished it - editing & stuff.
4. I watched a new episode of HOUSE today, and two new episodes of LAW & ORDER. First one was LAW & ORDER CI (CRIMINAL INTENT), and the second one was LAW & ORDER SVU (SPECIAL VICTIMS UNIT). My favorite is LAW & ORDER SVU with Detective Stabler & Olivia. Am I the only who is crazy bout these shows? And I don't care wat any1 says, but I think Dr. House is sexxxy! His blue eyes are so hypnotic. And he is British too! His sarcasm neva stops makin me laff mehn; he is da bomb.
OK - I think those are the only reasons I'm high this evening...unless the two antibiotics I'm on are also playing a role in my excess hyperactivity & 'highness'. Oh, while I was @ Wal-Mart, I did rush off for a few minutes to go and sniff some liquid soap. Yes, I admit, I love sniffin soap. So what?! Don't judge me. Anyways, my point is that the soap I sniffed may be playing a role in my hyperactivity this evening.
I just remembered sef... a weird thing happened this evening. I'm not high on this, but I just thought it was interesting. A friend of mine called me and the ff conversation ensued
Me: Hello?
Friend: Hey, Vera, what's up?
Me: Nothing really. What's going on?
Friend: I've got a quick question for you.
Me: Go ahead & ask. (I have 2 mention the fact that I don't like this kind of situation because when people say they wanna ask you a question, you neva know what the person has to say. It's like when a person calls and says, "are you busy"? I never say "no". I always "Why?". It's only afta I find out why the person is asking that I decide whether I am busy or not. Hmmm, should I be writing this online?)
Friend: Do you have any European blood in you?
Me: Huh???
Friend: I mean, I know you have something to do with Russia, so do you have their blood in you?
Me: (confused) Ugh...no. I was only born there.
Friend: Oh ok. Just wanted to ask.
Me: Why?
Friend: Nothing. Just wondering. (Yeah right!)
Me: Alright bye. Thanks for calling...I guess.
Friend: Alright bye.
Why was he asking?? I don't like when something like this happens cause I have been obsessing over it and tryna figure out why he was asking. Damn, I obsess over things too much 4 real. I think I think too much.
Odd fact about me: A few people have said I look like I'm mixed with Asian blood. Weird huh...considering the fact that I'm black. Apparently, my eyes are a bit "narrow". Hmmmm. My high skool French teacher in Naija was so sure I was a "lil Chinese". And some Naija gal here thought I was kinda Asian too. But why??? At a point, I started wondering if my mom was keeping something from me....LOL... nah, not possible. I'm a carbon copy of my dad...xcept in some physiological & anatomical differences, of course. :)
I'm out of here. I'm talking 2 much...again
1: I bought a huge cup/container of French Vanilla Capuccino. Mmmmmmm sooooo goood. I had some a few minutes go, and it is tasty! Best of all, it's instant and it already has everything (creme & sugar), so all I have 2 do it pour hot water. I didn't get some whipped creme for it cause I don't use whipped creme wit my hot beverage. There r betta things 2 do with whipped creme... like.... you know.
2. I bought a whole box of goghurt. Goghurt is yoghurt on the go. It's yoghurt in a satchet, and I am pretty sure the makers made it for kids cause there are a buncha cartoons on the satchets, but who cares? I love it and I am keepin it! Funmi called me agbaya.. can you imagine? Oh well. Needless 2 say, goghurts are awesome!
3. I finished my short story and started a new series today. It's called "I Must Be Married". I'll let you read it when I am done. I will publish it in chapters....kinda like a soap opera. Feel me? Anyways, I'm really excited that I finally finished my short story - I mean completely finished it - editing & stuff.
4. I watched a new episode of HOUSE today, and two new episodes of LAW & ORDER. First one was LAW & ORDER CI (CRIMINAL INTENT), and the second one was LAW & ORDER SVU (SPECIAL VICTIMS UNIT). My favorite is LAW & ORDER SVU with Detective Stabler & Olivia. Am I the only who is crazy bout these shows? And I don't care wat any1 says, but I think Dr. House is sexxxy! His blue eyes are so hypnotic. And he is British too! His sarcasm neva stops makin me laff mehn; he is da bomb.
OK - I think those are the only reasons I'm high this evening...unless the two antibiotics I'm on are also playing a role in my excess hyperactivity & 'highness'. Oh, while I was @ Wal-Mart, I did rush off for a few minutes to go and sniff some liquid soap. Yes, I admit, I love sniffin soap. So what?! Don't judge me. Anyways, my point is that the soap I sniffed may be playing a role in my hyperactivity this evening.
I just remembered sef... a weird thing happened this evening. I'm not high on this, but I just thought it was interesting. A friend of mine called me and the ff conversation ensued
Me: Hello?
Friend: Hey, Vera, what's up?
Me: Nothing really. What's going on?
Friend: I've got a quick question for you.
Me: Go ahead & ask. (I have 2 mention the fact that I don't like this kind of situation because when people say they wanna ask you a question, you neva know what the person has to say. It's like when a person calls and says, "are you busy"? I never say "no". I always "Why?". It's only afta I find out why the person is asking that I decide whether I am busy or not. Hmmm, should I be writing this online?)
Friend: Do you have any European blood in you?
Me: Huh???
Friend: I mean, I know you have something to do with Russia, so do you have their blood in you?
Me: (confused) Ugh...no. I was only born there.
Friend: Oh ok. Just wanted to ask.
Me: Why?
Friend: Nothing. Just wondering. (Yeah right!)
Me: Alright bye. Thanks for calling...I guess.
Friend: Alright bye.
Why was he asking?? I don't like when something like this happens cause I have been obsessing over it and tryna figure out why he was asking. Damn, I obsess over things too much 4 real. I think I think too much.
Odd fact about me: A few people have said I look like I'm mixed with Asian blood. Weird huh...considering the fact that I'm black. Apparently, my eyes are a bit "narrow". Hmmmm. My high skool French teacher in Naija was so sure I was a "lil Chinese". And some Naija gal here thought I was kinda Asian too. But why??? At a point, I started wondering if my mom was keeping something from me....LOL... nah, not possible. I'm a carbon copy of my dad...xcept in some physiological & anatomical differences, of course. :)
I'm out of here. I'm talking 2 much...again
Monday, September 25, 2006
I'm Overwhelmed....But Why?
Every time I enter my office (which is really just a corner in my bedroom with a table and office stuff on it), I kinda start having anxiety. I turn my laptop on and I just feel so overwhelmed! When my yahoo messenger signs me in automatically and the thing pops up 2 tell me I have mail, I start getting uncomfortable....mainly because I have some other mails 2 reply and now I've got new ones.
Another problem is that I have so much 2 write. I have my book, my regular articles (that aren't so regular anymore), my series of short stories (that I keep starting and cancelling 2 start all ova), my articles for my job in Naija, and all the other mini writin projects I have. Believe me, I have sooooo many. I just completed one - 8 pages, 4998 words.
Oh, I was reading a writing book the other day, and it said one of the myths about writers is that 'they are all crazy'. I couldn't help but laugh at that. Uju always says I'm crazy cause I'm a writer and I come up with all sorts of crazy ideas. Of course, I had 2 call her and tell her that it was a myth. But then again, it doesn't say that all writers are not crazy, it says not all are, so I just might be among those that are. But I think I seriously doubt it. I am as sane as they come. God help me.
Has any1 seen the movie 'Secret Window' starring Jonny Depp? Gosh, he's so sexxxy, but that's beside the point. The point is that he was a writer in the movie, and he totally went crazy and killed his ex-wife and her boyfriend. Uju makes it a habit 2 reference 2 that movie all the time. But does that mean I will go crazy and kill my ex?? Nah, that's definitely not gonna happen. I don't have any ex whom I want back.... so killin said ex is definitely not even an option.
OK - I've officially gone off the subject. The point of this post is to emphasize the fact that I am overwhelmed. So far, I think I have replied all the mails I'm supposed to reply - thank God for that miracle. I'm feeling better by the way. My eye is a lot better and my throat too is definitely better. It almost doesn't hurt anymore even.
So do I know why I am overwhelmed now? Not really. I mean, I know why I am overwhelmed, but I don't know why those things overwhelm me. A writer has gat 2 write, right?
Well, I'm out of here. I guess we go yarn later. Bye.
Another problem is that I have so much 2 write. I have my book, my regular articles (that aren't so regular anymore), my series of short stories (that I keep starting and cancelling 2 start all ova), my articles for my job in Naija, and all the other mini writin projects I have. Believe me, I have sooooo many. I just completed one - 8 pages, 4998 words.
Oh, I was reading a writing book the other day, and it said one of the myths about writers is that 'they are all crazy'. I couldn't help but laugh at that. Uju always says I'm crazy cause I'm a writer and I come up with all sorts of crazy ideas. Of course, I had 2 call her and tell her that it was a myth. But then again, it doesn't say that all writers are not crazy, it says not all are, so I just might be among those that are. But I think I seriously doubt it. I am as sane as they come. God help me.
Has any1 seen the movie 'Secret Window' starring Jonny Depp? Gosh, he's so sexxxy, but that's beside the point. The point is that he was a writer in the movie, and he totally went crazy and killed his ex-wife and her boyfriend. Uju makes it a habit 2 reference 2 that movie all the time. But does that mean I will go crazy and kill my ex?? Nah, that's definitely not gonna happen. I don't have any ex whom I want back.... so killin said ex is definitely not even an option.
OK - I've officially gone off the subject. The point of this post is to emphasize the fact that I am overwhelmed. So far, I think I have replied all the mails I'm supposed to reply - thank God for that miracle. I'm feeling better by the way. My eye is a lot better and my throat too is definitely better. It almost doesn't hurt anymore even.
So do I know why I am overwhelmed now? Not really. I mean, I know why I am overwhelmed, but I don't know why those things overwhelm me. A writer has gat 2 write, right?
Well, I'm out of here. I guess we go yarn later. Bye.
Saturday, September 23, 2006
Good News
I woke up at about 6am this morning as I have been doing for the past few days - not because I was eager to see the world, but because my nose was so stuffy, my throat was hurting, and my eyes were itching.
So what's the good news, you wonder. The first good news is that I went to see a doctor yesterday, and I was prescribed some medications: antibiotics and some eye drop. I took some advil too yesterday to relieve some of the pain in my throat, and I tell you, I was glad I did. I carry advil in my purse everyday, but somehow, it never occured to me to take it to relieve the pain in my throa. I only remember my advil when I have a headache.
The second good news is that Funmi has a sore throat. Yay!!! My next target is Uju. I want her to come down with all my problems too. I want her to suffer like I am. I know you must be thinking I am evil, but trust me, I am as sweet as they come. Why should I suffer alone? When I cook, she [Uju] comes to eat, so why can't she be sick with me? Wait till I fast for her; you's be surprised how fast she will fall sick. Amen.
Anyways, so many people left me comments about my latest article, Love & Be Loved on the sites where I posted them and some sent me emails. I have not replied any emails yet, but thank God I am up early, huh? Well, I better start working on those replies right now. You can check this link out to see the most replies I got. http://www.nigeriavillagesquare.com/articles/vera-ezimora/love-and-be-loved.html
I just started two more articles, but only God knows when I will finish them. But once I do, you know you'll be the first to know. Thanks a lot y'll!
One wet kiss for every pair of lips. (@ least that would promote my sore throat... hehehe)
So what's the good news, you wonder. The first good news is that I went to see a doctor yesterday, and I was prescribed some medications: antibiotics and some eye drop. I took some advil too yesterday to relieve some of the pain in my throat, and I tell you, I was glad I did. I carry advil in my purse everyday, but somehow, it never occured to me to take it to relieve the pain in my throa. I only remember my advil when I have a headache.
The second good news is that Funmi has a sore throat. Yay!!! My next target is Uju. I want her to come down with all my problems too. I want her to suffer like I am. I know you must be thinking I am evil, but trust me, I am as sweet as they come. Why should I suffer alone? When I cook, she [Uju] comes to eat, so why can't she be sick with me? Wait till I fast for her; you's be surprised how fast she will fall sick. Amen.
Anyways, so many people left me comments about my latest article, Love & Be Loved on the sites where I posted them and some sent me emails. I have not replied any emails yet, but thank God I am up early, huh? Well, I better start working on those replies right now. You can check this link out to see the most replies I got. http://www.nigeriavillagesquare.com/articles/vera-ezimora/love-and-be-loved.html
I just started two more articles, but only God knows when I will finish them. But once I do, you know you'll be the first to know. Thanks a lot y'll!
One wet kiss for every pair of lips. (@ least that would promote my sore throat... hehehe)
Thursday, September 21, 2006
Old Naija Commercials.
Oh boy!
See this yeye commercial thing o! Do you know when I tried bloggin it? It just decided to appear today. I just came 2 view my blog, and found it...and it even appeared twice. :HISSES: nonsense & ingredients.
Anyways, I couldn't stop laughing when I saw these commercials...oh the memories! As y'll can see, I don old 4 this world. I even remember the words of the commercials. Dang! I think the one I enjoyed most is the one of Zeburudaya. Gosh, I love that man.
BTW...does any1 happen 2 have some of Zeburudaya's videos? I'm willin 2 pay almost anything for some of his videos. He is my favorite Naija comedian 4 shizzle (I sound so urban). He's da best.
Anyways, enjoy the commercial sha.
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
Oh God, Why Me Now Ehn? Why Not Funmie...She Deserves It
OK, I know the title of this post is a sentence on its own, but that's how I feel right now. Lemme tell you my predicament:
There I was, being the good girl that I have always been, and this damn cold just had to strike me. Now, my nose is stuffy and I can't breathe. I was still tryna deal with that, and then yesterday my right eye starting itching so bad. I had tears streaming down my right eye nonstop, but I didn't even know how bad it was until I came home and looked at my eye in the mirror. It was RED! Just the right eye oh. This morning I woke up with a sore throat; can you imagine? What kinda rubbish is this? Why am I the one with all these problems when Funmie has none? I slept @ Funmie's house last night and tried my best to give her one of my illnesses, but she refused to catch it. But it's all good though; I will make sure I put her in2 prayer. I know prayer moves mountains, so by the time I pray about it, Funmi will wake up being just as sick as I am.
Anyways, I diagnosed myself with "pink eye" (conjunctivitis) - actually, Funmie's sister, Seun diagnosed me with it, so I researched it online and found out that there are three types: Allergic, Viral and baterial. From the symptoms I am having, I'm thinking and really hoping that mine is allergic, but what is the cause? I do remember picking out a piece of mascara from my right eye on Sunday - could that be the problem? I also cleaned my eyes with eye makeup remover, and some of it got in2 my eye....but it was the left eye it got in2. So what the hell is ma problem??? Oh well, I got myself some Visine-A for red eye and irritation, and the redness has decreased...although it's still itching the hell outta me, but I'll live. I definitely won't miss it when its gone. But you know what will make me really, really, really happy? Funmie's catching all my sicknesses and even more.
Oh, and I'm done with my article 'Love & Be Loved'. You can read it on my other blog www.veraezimora.com or you can visit other Naija sites: www.nigeriaworld.com www.nigeriansinamerica.com www.nigeriavillagesquare.com
Well, I guess that's it for now. Help me talk to our Father, God, so He can be merciful enough to let Funmie have hers!
Nite-Nite...
There I was, being the good girl that I have always been, and this damn cold just had to strike me. Now, my nose is stuffy and I can't breathe. I was still tryna deal with that, and then yesterday my right eye starting itching so bad. I had tears streaming down my right eye nonstop, but I didn't even know how bad it was until I came home and looked at my eye in the mirror. It was RED! Just the right eye oh. This morning I woke up with a sore throat; can you imagine? What kinda rubbish is this? Why am I the one with all these problems when Funmie has none? I slept @ Funmie's house last night and tried my best to give her one of my illnesses, but she refused to catch it. But it's all good though; I will make sure I put her in2 prayer. I know prayer moves mountains, so by the time I pray about it, Funmi will wake up being just as sick as I am.
Anyways, I diagnosed myself with "pink eye" (conjunctivitis) - actually, Funmie's sister, Seun diagnosed me with it, so I researched it online and found out that there are three types: Allergic, Viral and baterial. From the symptoms I am having, I'm thinking and really hoping that mine is allergic, but what is the cause? I do remember picking out a piece of mascara from my right eye on Sunday - could that be the problem? I also cleaned my eyes with eye makeup remover, and some of it got in2 my eye....but it was the left eye it got in2. So what the hell is ma problem??? Oh well, I got myself some Visine-A for red eye and irritation, and the redness has decreased...although it's still itching the hell outta me, but I'll live. I definitely won't miss it when its gone. But you know what will make me really, really, really happy? Funmie's catching all my sicknesses and even more.
Oh, and I'm done with my article 'Love & Be Loved'. You can read it on my other blog www.veraezimora.com or you can visit other Naija sites: www.nigeriaworld.com www.nigeriansinamerica.com www.nigeriavillagesquare.com
Well, I guess that's it for now. Help me talk to our Father, God, so He can be merciful enough to let Funmie have hers!
Nite-Nite...
Monday, September 18, 2006
Sorry I've Been Away
Haya!
Usually, I blog more often, but I have been writing several things at the same time. I have been writing my book, writing a short story, and writing an article. I'm done with the article called "Love And Be Loved", and I am almost done with the shohrt story (just need to do some final editing).
Anyways, I was harrassed this morning that none other than my yeye friend Funmi. Can you believe she had the nerve to tell a fine girl like myself that I am crazy? That girl don dey grow wings oh...or maybe I did her cornrows too tight cause that's the only other plausible explaination for her new found boldness. LOL. I know I would be getting some insults from her in my comment box, but who cares??
There's a video for Naija commercials that I have been tryna blog, but for whatever reason, it's not blogging. I can't stay right now and try to figure out the problem cause I gotta take a shower and be outtie. For those old folks (like me) who lived in Naija for a period of their lives, when you see the video, you will laugh your head off. It's crazy!! I really love YouTube, you know. They have the funniest videos there...especially the Naija ones.
Anyways, I'm out of here. Wanna join me in the shower??? Mm mm mm
:KISSES:
Usually, I blog more often, but I have been writing several things at the same time. I have been writing my book, writing a short story, and writing an article. I'm done with the article called "Love And Be Loved", and I am almost done with the shohrt story (just need to do some final editing).
Anyways, I was harrassed this morning that none other than my yeye friend Funmi. Can you believe she had the nerve to tell a fine girl like myself that I am crazy? That girl don dey grow wings oh...or maybe I did her cornrows too tight cause that's the only other plausible explaination for her new found boldness. LOL. I know I would be getting some insults from her in my comment box, but who cares??
There's a video for Naija commercials that I have been tryna blog, but for whatever reason, it's not blogging. I can't stay right now and try to figure out the problem cause I gotta take a shower and be outtie. For those old folks (like me) who lived in Naija for a period of their lives, when you see the video, you will laugh your head off. It's crazy!! I really love YouTube, you know. They have the funniest videos there...especially the Naija ones.
Anyways, I'm out of here. Wanna join me in the shower??? Mm mm mm
:KISSES:
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
Soul Mate My Ass!
Remeber all that bs I said about having a soul mate in everything? Well, forget that I ever said that. I just recently discovered that monogamy is not only unnatural, but also IMPOSSIBLE. I constantly find myself wanting, needing, craving something else. So how can I be expected to be faithful to ONLY ONE thing when all these things keep calling my name and whispering sweet nothings in2 my ears? So you see, this is an impossible task.
By the way, for those that are lost and thinking, my God, how could Vera say that?!, I am not talking about a human soul mate like your partner/significant other, I am talking about a soul mate in everything else...like lotion, soap, deodorant, etc. OK, maybe I am the only one crazy enough to try and find my soul mate in everything sha, but a while ago, I thought I could. I have been using Olay Soap for a while, and I was sure it was my soul mate in soap, but then today, I fell for temptation. I bought Careess soap instead. In my defense, I am only trying the Caress, so after the trial period, I might continue using caress, or go back to Olay, or even try a completely different soap - who knows? I have been using Olay lotion for a while too, although I did fumble a week ago and began to dream about another lotion: Aveeno! Needless to say, I did not buy Aveeno, and I am still with my Olay Quench, and from the looks of it, I will not be buying Aveeno...@ least not anytime soon. I am back in love with Olay. I have to congratulate my self for still using the same deodorant (Secret). One might argue that it isn't the same one because I have changed fragrances, but at least they are all Secret, right? And besides (in my defense again), the only reason why I tried several ones was because when I went to buy the regular ones, they didn't have them, so I had to try something new. Right now, I'm using the Vanilla one, and I love it! It's a new fragrance and it is absolutely perfect!...until I fall for another one, of course.
Now, why do I feel like you're interested in all this garbage I just typed? I dunno really. I just feel like you might wanna know about my stuff. Be thankful I didn't start telling you about sanitary pads. But wait a minute! I have been using the same sanitary pads (Always) since I started needing them, i.e. mensturating. So, I guess I have been faithful and loyal to Always, right? I solemnly believe that I would never sway from using Always pads. They are the best - I don't care what anyone says. Hmmmm....so much for not telling you about my pads, huh? Seriously, when I typed that I wasn't gonna tell you about my pads, I meant it, but some how I got caught up in the moment. I remembered that I have been faithful to Always, and so I figured I needed to give myself a pat on the back for a job well done...don't you think so?
Oh well....I guess that's the end of my sermon - if you'd call it that, of course.
Have a mighty good day. I'm off to finish writing my short story, so I can send it off to the people I am writing it for.
:KISSES:
By the way, for those that are lost and thinking, my God, how could Vera say that?!, I am not talking about a human soul mate like your partner/significant other, I am talking about a soul mate in everything else...like lotion, soap, deodorant, etc. OK, maybe I am the only one crazy enough to try and find my soul mate in everything sha, but a while ago, I thought I could. I have been using Olay Soap for a while, and I was sure it was my soul mate in soap, but then today, I fell for temptation. I bought Careess soap instead. In my defense, I am only trying the Caress, so after the trial period, I might continue using caress, or go back to Olay, or even try a completely different soap - who knows? I have been using Olay lotion for a while too, although I did fumble a week ago and began to dream about another lotion: Aveeno! Needless to say, I did not buy Aveeno, and I am still with my Olay Quench, and from the looks of it, I will not be buying Aveeno...@ least not anytime soon. I am back in love with Olay. I have to congratulate my self for still using the same deodorant (Secret). One might argue that it isn't the same one because I have changed fragrances, but at least they are all Secret, right? And besides (in my defense again), the only reason why I tried several ones was because when I went to buy the regular ones, they didn't have them, so I had to try something new. Right now, I'm using the Vanilla one, and I love it! It's a new fragrance and it is absolutely perfect!...until I fall for another one, of course.
Now, why do I feel like you're interested in all this garbage I just typed? I dunno really. I just feel like you might wanna know about my stuff. Be thankful I didn't start telling you about sanitary pads. But wait a minute! I have been using the same sanitary pads (Always) since I started needing them, i.e. mensturating. So, I guess I have been faithful and loyal to Always, right? I solemnly believe that I would never sway from using Always pads. They are the best - I don't care what anyone says. Hmmmm....so much for not telling you about my pads, huh? Seriously, when I typed that I wasn't gonna tell you about my pads, I meant it, but some how I got caught up in the moment. I remembered that I have been faithful to Always, and so I figured I needed to give myself a pat on the back for a job well done...don't you think so?
Oh well....I guess that's the end of my sermon - if you'd call it that, of course.
Have a mighty good day. I'm off to finish writing my short story, so I can send it off to the people I am writing it for.
:KISSES:
Sunday, September 10, 2006
What To Wear...
No matter how many clothes I stuff into my closet, I seem to be unable to reach the I-have-enough-clothes phase in my life. Apart from having an insatiable desire when it comes to clothes, shoes, and bags, I also almost never find anything to wear.
This morning I took a soothing shower in preparation for Church, but when it was time 2 dress up, I couldn't find anything. Something was wrong with everything in my closet: too professional, too tight, too revealing, too casual, too party-ish, too black, etc. Some I didn't wanna wear for other reasons; for example, I didn't wanna wear a traditional outfit, so all of then were automatically out of the race to win Vera's heart on Sunday.
Finally, sha, I decided to wear a light blue dress that came with a jacket...but I couldn't wear it cause the chain in front of the dress had broken. When did it break? Then I decided to wear a pair of black pants and a white shirt, but I couldn't find the pair of pants. Where was it? From there, I decided to wear a flay black skirt with the white shirt, but the shirt didn't fit me! (It fit me everywhere except my breast). OK, I knew I had put on some weight since the last time I wore the shirt (in 2001 or 2002), but I didn't know my breasts grew that big! Soooo, I decided to be creative and wear a camisole inside so I can leave the first two buttons unbottoned, but as soon as I looked @ myself in the mirror, I knew it was a bad combination. The skirt was too chic and too fine for the simple shirt. I didn't wanna wear any spaghetti strapped top (cause I just don't wear those to church).
I decided to wear a black and white shirt, but I couldn't find it. It was in the laundry basket. Honestly speaking, for a brief moment, I considered fishing it out, spraying some perfume on it and calling it a day. What's so bad about that? Men do it too! Anyways, after I thoughtabout all the would-be repercussions of my actions, I decided to not to go through with fishing through my dirt. My other choice was to wear this really chic black top, but I didn't wanna wear it cause I had a black skirt on and I didn't wanna look like I was going to a funeral, so I decided to wear a red flay skirt, but where was it? It was in the laundry basket again! To cut the long story short, I was forced to wear a black skirt and a black shirt, but I carried a white purse to add some 'light' to my outfit.
FASHION MISHAP: This black girl/lady had on creme colored capris and, creme colored pumps and white socks! Not, even stockings oh, but socks - full blown socks! I couldn't believe my eyes. I don't even wanna mention or remind myself of the fact that it is hotttt outside. Who wears socks with pumps???
Well, I guess that's all my gossip for today. You know I will be back for more.
This morning I took a soothing shower in preparation for Church, but when it was time 2 dress up, I couldn't find anything. Something was wrong with everything in my closet: too professional, too tight, too revealing, too casual, too party-ish, too black, etc. Some I didn't wanna wear for other reasons; for example, I didn't wanna wear a traditional outfit, so all of then were automatically out of the race to win Vera's heart on Sunday.
Finally, sha, I decided to wear a light blue dress that came with a jacket...but I couldn't wear it cause the chain in front of the dress had broken. When did it break? Then I decided to wear a pair of black pants and a white shirt, but I couldn't find the pair of pants. Where was it? From there, I decided to wear a flay black skirt with the white shirt, but the shirt didn't fit me! (It fit me everywhere except my breast). OK, I knew I had put on some weight since the last time I wore the shirt (in 2001 or 2002), but I didn't know my breasts grew that big! Soooo, I decided to be creative and wear a camisole inside so I can leave the first two buttons unbottoned, but as soon as I looked @ myself in the mirror, I knew it was a bad combination. The skirt was too chic and too fine for the simple shirt. I didn't wanna wear any spaghetti strapped top (cause I just don't wear those to church).
I decided to wear a black and white shirt, but I couldn't find it. It was in the laundry basket. Honestly speaking, for a brief moment, I considered fishing it out, spraying some perfume on it and calling it a day. What's so bad about that? Men do it too! Anyways, after I thoughtabout all the would-be repercussions of my actions, I decided to not to go through with fishing through my dirt. My other choice was to wear this really chic black top, but I didn't wanna wear it cause I had a black skirt on and I didn't wanna look like I was going to a funeral, so I decided to wear a red flay skirt, but where was it? It was in the laundry basket again! To cut the long story short, I was forced to wear a black skirt and a black shirt, but I carried a white purse to add some 'light' to my outfit.
FASHION MISHAP: This black girl/lady had on creme colored capris and, creme colored pumps and white socks! Not, even stockings oh, but socks - full blown socks! I couldn't believe my eyes. I don't even wanna mention or remind myself of the fact that it is hotttt outside. Who wears socks with pumps???
Well, I guess that's all my gossip for today. You know I will be back for more.
Friday, September 08, 2006
I'm Craving...
Lately, I have been craving so many darn things. The bad thing is that I am not even getting them. What kinda world is this? A world where no1 cares 2 tender 2 Vera's needs?! This isn't a good world oh, and for every1 who has been ignoring my cravings, I just want the person (or people) to know that God will judge you (them)!
Now, what have I been craving?
Now, what have I been craving?
- Pounded yam and egwusi soup - this has been my number one i-gotta-have-it
- Suya - this is pretty much a standard craving; i.e. I don't think I would ever stop craving it.
- Yam and egg-stew - another standard craving
- Cooked yam with oil, pepper, and ukpaka - yum yum
- Cooked yam, vegetables and ugba - yes, I love yam and anything that has to do with it.
- Pizza crusts - yeap, you read it right. I'm not craving the pizza itself; just the crust.
- Cake - thanks to my cousin, Ngo in London; she sent me a picture of her wedding cake and now I want some!
- Isi ewu - definitely a standard craving; I'll neva stop craving it
- Gala - that snack they sell in Naija (gosh, it's been so long; tooooo long!)
- Okpa - I think this is an Igbo meal. I dunno the name in English and I dunno what it's made of, but I want it. It's kinda like moimoi and it's made in a leaf (which I hope is sanitized)
- Bread and hot, spicy akara - this craving was ignited because my momma made some akara the other day, but there was no bread.
- Mede-mede - this is something we made in high skool in Naija. I'm sure all skools did it, but they all had different names for it. It consists of cabin biscuits, milk, sugar and water (and Bournvita/Milo/Ovaltine if you like, but I did it without it)
- Granola bars - this has become my favorite snack. Just the oatmeal one though
- Akamu with milk and sugar - I cannot xpain why I want this, but I do!
- Roasted corn - During my family cookout two months ago, we roasted some corn that was hardly enough for everyone, so since then I have been wanting some.
Sooooo, if any of you very nice people decide to send gimme one of the things I'm cravings, lemme know. Don't send me food o! I have 2 go with you 2 buy it. I don't know you like that; abi you wan poison me?
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
Crocodile Hunter Is Dead???
Steve, his wife, and daughter.OK - it's official, this life is crrrrraaaaazzzzzyyyyyy!!!! Steve Irwin - popularly known as the crocodile hunter is dead. Considering the fact that he jumps into crocodile-infested waters, grabs poisonous snakes, and chases all sorts of animals on paths that a regular person would dare not do, I shouldn't be surprised that he was killed by an animal. However, the irony of it all is that he was killed by a mere stingray. Can you freakin believe it? He was killed by a fish that is usually considered passive. I guess he may have gone too close to it or something, cause the stingray pierced his heart. It went right through his heart. I cannot believe this! That's like some1 constantly racing with all sorts of things - motor bikes, cars, trucks, etc, and then the person gets killed by a scooter. I mean, how ironic is that?
Just in case you're wondering what a stingray looks like, here is a picture of one
The tail of the stingray is what pierced Steve Irwin's heart. He is an Australian man married to an American wife, and is survived by his wife and two kids.
Men, I cannot believe this man is dead. I might sound like I am making too much of this or taking this too personal, but damn, this is serious.
May his soul rest in perfect peace anyway, Amen.
Monday, September 04, 2006
Happy Birthday Uncle George!
Today is the birthday of my favorite Uncle in the whole world. His name is George, and there couldn't be any Uncle better than him. He was the husband to my favorite aunt (mom's junior sister) and the father to my lil cousin - who is really too young to be called my cousin, so I call him my nephew.
If you noticed, I used "was" for my uncle; that's because he has passed on. He passed away on the 11th of January 2003 (3 days b4 my birthday and his son's birthday - we share the same birthday [Jan 14th]). He suffered a heart attack and died b4 getting to the hospital. None of us - including him knew he was @ risk for a heart attack. He was young (in his forties) and fit - to our knowledge. On that day, he went into his bedroom to rest and never came out alive. My aunt just went to check on him when she noticed his body was cold.
Anyways, I am not here to think about his sudden demise or remember the pain it brought to everyone. Rather, I just wanna celebrate his birthday. I know he is in heaven with God, so I'm hoping God has some form of internet access over there, so Uncle George can read this and know I still remember it's his birthday today. And of course, I still think the world of him.
Dear God, please get some form of internet access up there; Verizon DSL really is cheap and totally worth every penny You put into it. And while You're @ that, please tell Uncle George to log on to www.verastic.blogspot.com as soon as you get the internet thing going. Thanks, Lord.
If you noticed, I used "was" for my uncle; that's because he has passed on. He passed away on the 11th of January 2003 (3 days b4 my birthday and his son's birthday - we share the same birthday [Jan 14th]). He suffered a heart attack and died b4 getting to the hospital. None of us - including him knew he was @ risk for a heart attack. He was young (in his forties) and fit - to our knowledge. On that day, he went into his bedroom to rest and never came out alive. My aunt just went to check on him when she noticed his body was cold.
Anyways, I am not here to think about his sudden demise or remember the pain it brought to everyone. Rather, I just wanna celebrate his birthday. I know he is in heaven with God, so I'm hoping God has some form of internet access over there, so Uncle George can read this and know I still remember it's his birthday today. And of course, I still think the world of him.
Dear God, please get some form of internet access up there; Verizon DSL really is cheap and totally worth every penny You put into it. And while You're @ that, please tell Uncle George to log on to www.verastic.blogspot.com as soon as you get the internet thing going. Thanks, Lord.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY UNCLE GEORGE!!!
Your loving niece,
....you know my name.
Saturday, September 02, 2006
My Unplanned Trip To New York
This weekend was supposed 2 be a 'chilin out' weekend for me, but my uncle just had 2 move 2 NY this weekend.
Lemme tell you about my uncle (I'm always telling you about people, right? I wonder how said people would feel when they find out I've been writin about them. Let's hope they don't find out anyways): He is a lawyer - or rather, was a lawyer in Naija, but hasn't started working here as a Lawyer. He moved 2 the States on the 2nd of June 2006 (exactly 3 months ago). He was staying with my aunt (his junior sister) here in MD, but took the NY bar because he wants 2 live in NY. The results aren't out yet, but he went 2 NY and found an apartment for him and his family. We thought he was gonna live in NY by himself, make a living, put his feet on the ground (while his kids are schoolin here in Maryland), but the man had a different agenda. So....anyways, he found an apartment but the problem was how to get there with his entire family (wife & two kids) and all their property - clothes, shoes. pots, food stuff, few electronics, etc that my mother and his sisters bought for them. Taking the bus won't be easy cause some1 would have 2 pick them up in NY but their property would be too much to fit in one car.
To cut the long story short, my mother offered to drive them there. Her plan was to rent a Ford expedition truck from Enterprise, drive them 2 NY, drop the truck at a NY Enterprise location and then take Greyhound (the bus) back, but Enterprise said she couldn't leave their MD vehicle at their NY location, so my mother figured she'd just drive to and fro. I figured that was her only option, but then I started wondering who would come back with her from NY. I asked her if any of her sisters were going with her and she said no, so I offered to go with her, so that she would not be driving and tryna read the directions @ the same time. So that's how I ended up in NY. We ended up renting a Ford F120 pick-up truck cause their stuff was toooo much. We left MD @ 3:15pm and got to NY past 8pm, so the trip took us about 5 hours instead of three and half (thanks to TROPICAL STORM ERNESTO!!!). It rained all the way from MD to NY and back to MD, but thank God for granting us journey mercies.
Anyways, I'm glad to be back home. Did you miss me?
Lemme tell you about my uncle (I'm always telling you about people, right? I wonder how said people would feel when they find out I've been writin about them. Let's hope they don't find out anyways): He is a lawyer - or rather, was a lawyer in Naija, but hasn't started working here as a Lawyer. He moved 2 the States on the 2nd of June 2006 (exactly 3 months ago). He was staying with my aunt (his junior sister) here in MD, but took the NY bar because he wants 2 live in NY. The results aren't out yet, but he went 2 NY and found an apartment for him and his family. We thought he was gonna live in NY by himself, make a living, put his feet on the ground (while his kids are schoolin here in Maryland), but the man had a different agenda. So....anyways, he found an apartment but the problem was how to get there with his entire family (wife & two kids) and all their property - clothes, shoes. pots, food stuff, few electronics, etc that my mother and his sisters bought for them. Taking the bus won't be easy cause some1 would have 2 pick them up in NY but their property would be too much to fit in one car.
To cut the long story short, my mother offered to drive them there. Her plan was to rent a Ford expedition truck from Enterprise, drive them 2 NY, drop the truck at a NY Enterprise location and then take Greyhound (the bus) back, but Enterprise said she couldn't leave their MD vehicle at their NY location, so my mother figured she'd just drive to and fro. I figured that was her only option, but then I started wondering who would come back with her from NY. I asked her if any of her sisters were going with her and she said no, so I offered to go with her, so that she would not be driving and tryna read the directions @ the same time. So that's how I ended up in NY. We ended up renting a Ford F120 pick-up truck cause their stuff was toooo much. We left MD @ 3:15pm and got to NY past 8pm, so the trip took us about 5 hours instead of three and half (thanks to TROPICAL STORM ERNESTO!!!). It rained all the way from MD to NY and back to MD, but thank God for granting us journey mercies.
Anyways, I'm glad to be back home. Did you miss me?
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
I Am A Bamboo
B4 your eyes start poppin outta your head, lemme reassure you that I am only speaking in figurative terms. For all you superstitious Naija folks out there, don't be alarmed; I am not a witch who manifests in2 a bamboo @ 12 midnight or 3am. Now, with that being said, lemme talk about what I actually wanna talk about.
Yesterday, I was reading a piece on Diamond's blog which talked about how people have different purposes in life. You need to read the piece itself 2 understand where I am coming from. Anyways, the point is that a person can be a bamboo; that is, even though you're born at the same time frame with some1 else, that person may start out being big (successful) while you may start out looking like you're going nowhere fast, but the moment you do start going somewhere, you will blow up! because all that time you were 'stagnant', it was because you were growing roots....just like the bamboo. Well, I am a bamboo.
For six years I have cried @ God's feet begging him to grant me one thing....or rather a series of things, but every time I thought I had a tiny bit of light @ the end of the tunnel, something always came up and put it right out. It was like every time I lighted a lil candle and hoped it would turn into a huge furnace, some big tornado (and even hurricane) came and blew it out. Every time I would have a lil bit of hope, something always came up and snatched it right out. I thought God had abandoned me, and I felt like my sins were just too much for him 2 hear me. I had almost given up. In fact, I stopped praying because I didn't feel the need to pray - it's not like anyone was listening anyway.
Out of nowhere, I got my first miracle. I couldn't believe it, but my light actually didn't go out this time. I mean, I actually had a light @ the end of the tunnel, and it stayed on long enough for me to meet it and take a hold of it. Miraculously, the tornados and hurricanes didn't find my light this time.
Anyways, the point is that since that day (Aug 15th), a buncha lil things have been happening 2 me. Some people might call them coincidences, but I do not believe in coincidences, and neither do I believe in luck. Coincidences are all part of destiny and luck is favor from God. These lil things that have been happening have led me to believe that maybe my roots are done growing, and now they are ready to become a huge tree. My roots are ready to become wings so that I can fly high above my wildest expectations. Well, whatever the case is, I say Amen to it.
Some day I'm gonna talk about this in details, but for now, I do not feel comfortable spilling all the beans. God knows what I mean.
And all you bloggers and blog readers, please help me to thank God.
I'm out........
Yesterday, I was reading a piece on Diamond's blog which talked about how people have different purposes in life. You need to read the piece itself 2 understand where I am coming from. Anyways, the point is that a person can be a bamboo; that is, even though you're born at the same time frame with some1 else, that person may start out being big (successful) while you may start out looking like you're going nowhere fast, but the moment you do start going somewhere, you will blow up! because all that time you were 'stagnant', it was because you were growing roots....just like the bamboo. Well, I am a bamboo.
For six years I have cried @ God's feet begging him to grant me one thing....or rather a series of things, but every time I thought I had a tiny bit of light @ the end of the tunnel, something always came up and put it right out. It was like every time I lighted a lil candle and hoped it would turn into a huge furnace, some big tornado (and even hurricane) came and blew it out. Every time I would have a lil bit of hope, something always came up and snatched it right out. I thought God had abandoned me, and I felt like my sins were just too much for him 2 hear me. I had almost given up. In fact, I stopped praying because I didn't feel the need to pray - it's not like anyone was listening anyway.
Out of nowhere, I got my first miracle. I couldn't believe it, but my light actually didn't go out this time. I mean, I actually had a light @ the end of the tunnel, and it stayed on long enough for me to meet it and take a hold of it. Miraculously, the tornados and hurricanes didn't find my light this time.
Anyways, the point is that since that day (Aug 15th), a buncha lil things have been happening 2 me. Some people might call them coincidences, but I do not believe in coincidences, and neither do I believe in luck. Coincidences are all part of destiny and luck is favor from God. These lil things that have been happening have led me to believe that maybe my roots are done growing, and now they are ready to become a huge tree. My roots are ready to become wings so that I can fly high above my wildest expectations. Well, whatever the case is, I say Amen to it.
Some day I'm gonna talk about this in details, but for now, I do not feel comfortable spilling all the beans. God knows what I mean.
And all you bloggers and blog readers, please help me to thank God.
I'm out........
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Alright, Alright, Here Are The Naija Fest Pictures!
OK, here are the pictures oh abeg; it was not a 419 scam. When I wrote it before that I would post the pictures, I had every intention to do it the next day, but when the next day came, I had the intention of doing it the following day. In fact, after a while, I figured, oh well, no1 would notice that I didn't post them anyways. How was I supposed 2 know some1 has been keeping track? LOL. Anyways, here are the pictures sha. I hope y'll like them. Who cares if you don't?!
Jennifer and her hubby, Segun. Aww, they look so good together, don't they?
Busola and Uju; I dunno what they were feeling like.
Uju and her man Emeka - see how they have matching green-white-green outfits? Reppin' Naija 2 the skin
Busola and Tope. The boy is fine, isn't he? Just look @ the difference in height...and she was wearing heels o!
Seun and two strange girls. I'm not calling them strange in terms of being weird oh; I'm calling them strange because I don't know them. Well, I guess I could call them 'unknown girls', but why would I do that when I could just say 'strange'? Seun turned me in2 his UNPAID photographer. He's cool though. I woulda put more pictures, but I am only allowed to put five on any given post, and I am not about to start a new post for the sake of pictures. Y'll would just have to be content with these ones.
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Monday, August 28, 2006
Racing Thoughts...
Soooooo... I gat a comment from one of my "faithful readers", and she reminded me of the fact that I never posted the Naija Fest pictures like I promised I would. Well, I am really sorry sha, but I just haven't felt like it. Even now sef, it is with great reluctance that I will put them up. I dunno why uploading pictures has suddenly become a chore for me; I guess it's because maybe I have been doing it too much lately. I mean, I am the ONLY one amongst my friends who takes pictures and actually sends them out. B4 I got a digital camera, I used 2 print the pix and give them 2 the owners. But I gotta say it's a lot easier (and cheaper sef!) having a digicam cause I don't have 2 print any yeye pix; I just send them 2 their owners, and if they want to, they can print them out themselves, but if not, oh well. My job is already done anywayz.
Oh, and something else: my faithful reader wanted 2 know when I gat a boyfriend. My sistah, I cannot blame you for asking. Well, I have had one since April of 2005, but I decided not 2 talk about him (4 reasons I might discuss later). I never actually said I didn't have one, but I guess I became single by default. I mean, since I didn't talk of a boyfriend, every1 assumed I didn't have one...which is part of why I decided 2 talk about him. I'm tired of sending mixed messages...you know?
Okay, I'm really sorry, but those pictures would have to be posted tomorrow. I promised I'll post them tomorrow. I promise. I'm sleepy.
Oh, and something else: my faithful reader wanted 2 know when I gat a boyfriend. My sistah, I cannot blame you for asking. Well, I have had one since April of 2005, but I decided not 2 talk about him (4 reasons I might discuss later). I never actually said I didn't have one, but I guess I became single by default. I mean, since I didn't talk of a boyfriend, every1 assumed I didn't have one...which is part of why I decided 2 talk about him. I'm tired of sending mixed messages...you know?
Okay, I'm really sorry, but those pictures would have to be posted tomorrow. I promised I'll post them tomorrow. I promise. I'm sleepy.
Saturday, August 26, 2006
Baby Bayo Is One
My plan was 2 just stay home today and chill, but as fate (or rather Funmi) would have it, I attended Baby Bayo's birthday party. I wasn't gonna go cause Bayo Snr. didn't tell me, but Bayo's older sistah (whose name is also Funmi) begged my own Funmi 2 be in charge of the games 4 kids. Funmi begged me 2 come, and since I had nothing doing, I went with her.
Lemme tell u the story bout Bayo: 1st of all, Bayo became our (me, Funmie, Sola, Ibukun, etc)friend when he started chasing Uju. At first she was doing shakara (don't we all?), but she later fell 4 him. 4 whatever reason sha, they broke up. Meanwhile, b4 they started dating (during the time he was still chasing her), Bayo gat this oyibo chic pregnant. The story that I heard sha is that they went 4 a party, got drunk, did it in the car, and poof! Baby Bayo was conceived. Hmmm, something tells me Bayo Snr. would not be happy with this post, but anyways...
So since Bayo and Uju broke up, the relationship bw him and the rest of us has naturally gone bad. We still talk and all that, but we don't call each other or anything like that. In fact, I don't even know his number sef. And today was the first time I ever went 2 his new house; I'm not sure, but maybe Bayo's reason 4 not inviting us is because of his history with Uju. But anyways... I sha went there either way. Of course, he tried 2 give me an xplanation like "oh, sorry I didn't tell you. I didn't even have time; in fact, I didn't know it'd be so big. I was only planning on entertaining kids..." Yeah right!!!
Anyways, Funmie and I went sha, and it was a nice event. We (adults) were not even ashamed of doing musical chairs, but unfortunately my ass got kicked out - literally. Needless 2 say, Baby Bayo is doing fine. I have 2 say that his mother is very down 2 earth (I think). She was cleaning up and helping out, even though she was the ONLY white person there. If I were in her shoes, I woulda definitely brought a black friend of mine. Anyways, I doubt if Baby Bayo knew that today was all about him.
Oh, and Funmie and I stole soooo much candy! Actually, Funmie is the one who stole the candy, but she stole it for me and her. I've still got a lot in my purse (I've actually only eaten two), so if you want some, lemme know b4 my family takes them all.
Until later sha...
Lemme tell u the story bout Bayo: 1st of all, Bayo became our (me, Funmie, Sola, Ibukun, etc)friend when he started chasing Uju. At first she was doing shakara (don't we all?), but she later fell 4 him. 4 whatever reason sha, they broke up. Meanwhile, b4 they started dating (during the time he was still chasing her), Bayo gat this oyibo chic pregnant. The story that I heard sha is that they went 4 a party, got drunk, did it in the car, and poof! Baby Bayo was conceived. Hmmm, something tells me Bayo Snr. would not be happy with this post, but anyways...
So since Bayo and Uju broke up, the relationship bw him and the rest of us has naturally gone bad. We still talk and all that, but we don't call each other or anything like that. In fact, I don't even know his number sef. And today was the first time I ever went 2 his new house; I'm not sure, but maybe Bayo's reason 4 not inviting us is because of his history with Uju. But anyways... I sha went there either way. Of course, he tried 2 give me an xplanation like "oh, sorry I didn't tell you. I didn't even have time; in fact, I didn't know it'd be so big. I was only planning on entertaining kids..." Yeah right!!!
Anyways, Funmie and I went sha, and it was a nice event. We (adults) were not even ashamed of doing musical chairs, but unfortunately my ass got kicked out - literally. Needless 2 say, Baby Bayo is doing fine. I have 2 say that his mother is very down 2 earth (I think). She was cleaning up and helping out, even though she was the ONLY white person there. If I were in her shoes, I woulda definitely brought a black friend of mine. Anyways, I doubt if Baby Bayo knew that today was all about him.
Oh, and Funmie and I stole soooo much candy! Actually, Funmie is the one who stole the candy, but she stole it for me and her. I've still got a lot in my purse (I've actually only eaten two), so if you want some, lemme know b4 my family takes them all.
Until later sha...
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