Please Be Patient With Me

It may not look like it, but honestly I have not abandoned my blog. Things have just been sooo hectic. I am behind on just about everything. Busola's wedding is next week Saturday (Oct 27th); I am the maid honor :) but I have not bought everything I need. Therefore, I am too busy running around from store to store trying to buy stuff because I have to be @ her house on Thursday night. The engagement is Friday; the wedding is Saturday, and I'm dropping them off @ the airport on Sunday so they can run off 4 their honeymoon.

So here is a breakdown of my schedule so far:

• Saturday, Oct 20th: Going to Busola's house 2 pack her things & move them 2 Hubby's house
• Saturday, Oct 20th again: surprise birthday party 4 someone (can't put person's name up in case said person reads this).
• Thurday Oct 25th: Moving to Sola's house in preparation of the wedding
• Friday, Oct 26th: Engagement
• Saturday, Oct 27th: Wedding
• Sunday, Oct 28th: I'm dropping them off @ the airport 4 their honeymoon (the honeymoon is not @ the airport o! They're just catching their flight there... ehen)
• Nov 2nd: "work" project is due
• November 3rd: Baby shower for a mutual friend
• Nov 11th: Thanksgiving service 4 Busola & Hubby
• Nov. 17th: Bridal shower for a wonderful friend
• Nov 22nd: Thanksgiving Day - back 2 Busola's house 4 Thanksgiving dinner
• Nov. 23rd: Leaving for New York for a friend's wedding. Be back Sunday, Nov 25th

That's all I can think of so far, but if I think a little deeper, I'll probably remember some other function. Hmmmmph

Oh, and I'm sorry about my template o! I no know which kin insult this one be. I will fix it once I get a little time to myself. This thing tire me o! And don't even remind me about how much I have spent. I'm literally afraid of checking my balance. I just might pass out!

P.S. We threw Busola a surprise party on Sunday (Oct 14th) and it went grrreeeaat! We got her good. I will put pictures sometime.

Once again, I'm really, really, really sorry

I Really Cannot Think Of A Subject

First of all, my sincere apologies go out to Noni Moss for making her like me and then having the effontry to not update. Imagine the likeness! What insolence! Ehm, Noni, please forgive me. It is the devil oh! But as we all know, the devil is a liar! Once again, he has failed. That being said, here is your verastic update.



I’m seriously starting to reconsider this my Wednesday update thingy. This is because sometimes I have something to blog about before Wednesday, but I have 2 wait till Wednesday, and by the time Wednesday comes, I have lost the zeal to blog about it; other times, I don’t have much 2 blog about on Wednesday, but I have 2 force myself because it is Wednesday. I think I will just go back to freestyling and blogging as the spirit moves me. I’m just gonna blog when I have something interesting 2 blog about, so do check back often.



On Saturday (Aug 11th), I attended NaijaFest with my friends, Busola, Funmi, Uju, and Ibukun. That yeye Chief was there too, and guess who I finally met? Cherub. She even introduced me to her boyfriend. (Ok, I just checked out Cherub’s page & found something out: she now lives in B’more?! When?! Obviously I have been missing out LOL.) Back 2 NaijaFest…I could not stay to the end because Uju and I had another party 2 attend. A mutual friend of our mothers was celebrating her 25th wedding anniversary in a big way, and we were ushers. We thought it was gonna be a small thing, but the woman said we should wear a huge gele. Here is a picture of Uju & her gele. Due 2 the anonymity of my face (yes, my face is anonymous in spite of what u may think!), I am unable 2 put pix of myself up (but if you already know what I look like – without my permission, then erase that memory from ur head!). Funmi, Busola & Timbo came 4 the party too. Busola was looking hot as usual; when will she realize that I can never marry her? Anyway…



Uju and I picked soooo much $$. It is a mystery that no1 stepped on and broke my fingers in the process of picking money. Let’s not even mention all the attitude I was getting from people who wanted me 2 change money 4 them in spite of the fact that we (Uju & I) were given specific instructions not 2 do so (because there were people @ the table that were designated to do so; they already had change ready...but you know Naija people never wanna wait their turns). Married men were committing adultery of the mind all over the place, and their wives were committing homicide of the mind. Why were they rolling their eyes at us (young, unmarried gals)? Look @ the men sef… *hiss*. Anyway, that is an issue I will write about in detail l8r. Busola & I went outside and two blokes approached us – what nerve! The one that approached me was about my height (5’ 5”) and dressed like a joke. Oh, he was also smoking, had alcohol all over his breathe, & was obviously not himself…I hope.


P*****: My name is P*****. But my friends call me Dutch or Prince. What is your name? (Actually, he pronounced it as ‘nem’)
Me: Vera.
P******: Vera? What kind of name is that? Are you Nigerian?
Me: Yes.
P******: And your name is Vera?
Me: Yes.
P******: Where are you from in Nigeria?
Me: Anambra.
P******: Oh, I know Anambra! It’s close to Onitsha, right?
Me: (amused): Onitsha is inside Anambra.
P******: Oh, ok. So what does Vera mean?
Me: Faithful.
P******: Oh, that’s nice. I like it. So can I call you sometime, Vera?
Me: No. I have a bf.
P******: Oh! That is a slap on the face. Well, let me give you my number just in case anything happens with your bf.



Whether I have a bf or not is not an issue here @ all because my response would have been the same regardless of my status. You know what the real issue is? This event happened in Baltimore. I am blogging with my real name. I told him my real name. And it is gonna be pretty funny if he ever gets 2 read this. But then again, it might not be funny. Perhaps, next time, I should give a different name? Anyway…that was my Saturday.

Back in the hall, Uju and I were dancing and he (P*****) came up 2 me and said, “Excuse me dance.” I almost fell out laughing. I don’t know what was funnier: that he said ‘excuse me dance’ (I mean, seriously, this is 2007…who says that?) or the fact that his Igbo accent made it sound “escooz me dans.” LOL. I have seen things oh! And that yeye Uju just left me and walked away.

On Sunday, I went back for the 2nd day of NaijaFest – not because I cared 4 it, but because the publisher of Kitu Kizuri Magazine was around, and I had 2 go. Wish I could put up the pictures we took...but remember how I am anonymous? Sunday was not as eventful as Saturday, although there was this couple bumping and grinding to the Congolese band that was performing. This was in broad daylight and there were kids there. I mean, common! It was not even cute! Because I left NaijaFest early yesterday, I missed the per4mances of ElDee & Banky, but I heard they were really good though. Oh well, next time I guess. Banky sounds very good. I hope God opens mad doors 4 him. Amen.

Every Woman is coming along…whew! It’s exhausting, but it’s coming along. I just want 2 finish already! I'm done with Jazz, almost done with Moremi. After that, I'll be moving along to Ebele. Thanks 2 all those that read & commented on When I Became A Woman. Thank you!!! As soon as I publish this post, I'm gonna go finish writing about Moremi, then I'll take a lil break...do a few blog rounds and go write about Ebele. I wonder if I can start & finish Ebele today?? Hmmm. Hopefully, I can. We'll see.


Oh, and does any1 know how I can stop my snapvine from playing automatically when you visit my page? Snapvine people don dey vex me o! *HISS*

The Only Way To Go Is Up

I just took a break from Every Woman to update this blog. I am sleepy and grumpy. Sleepy because I did not take a nap this afternoon, and grumpy because this chapter is more difficult than I care for. In some chapters, the words just flow so easily that I do not wanna stop, and in other chapters, I cannot wait to finish. In this cycle (there are five chapters in a cycle as u know), Ebele is gonna be my most interesting character to write about, but currently, I am still on Jazz, so I still have to get thru Moremi. Whew!


The past two weeks have been something else! What does not kill you only makes you stronger. I do not wish to go into details about any of the events that have tumbled my life lately - however painful - but I don't mind disclosing that I have been suffering from stomach virus for the past week. If you have never had it, then thank God for that. I have been having serious stomach pain & throwing up everything I eat. The annoying thing is that I have not been able to eat well because of the pain, but then I also develop hunger pains because I don't eat well. However, you know what happens when I eat, right? Yeap. I still get stomach cramps and I throw the food up anyway. But I'm all better now. It's not completely gone, but I am certainly better.


My friends (Funmi, Busola, & Tim) came by to keep me company yesterday. They're such darlings. My aunt bought me juice and grapes. Mom cooked me pepper soup and bought me ice cream. Sola brought me some stew. Funmi bought me yogurt, peaches, and croissants, and Tim ate everything (Bless her heart). With all the TLC I have been getting, I'm starting to think that falling sick isn't such a bad idea! Now all I need is for Robin Thicke to come and whisk me away to some island and sing sweet nothings in my ears. I most certainly wouldn't mind that.

You know, change is the only constant thing in life. Sometimes we accept certain living situations, thinking it is the best because we are afraid of what we do not know. Sometimes, we think we have the best. But then change happenes. Sometimes it really hurts. Sometimes it breaks our hearts into a million little pieces. Sometimes, we think it is so unfair. Sometimes it feels like even God has turned his back on us. But then He surprises us. He gives us something bigger and better than what we had and what we ever dreamt of having. And then we realize that it is not all bad. In fact, it isn't bad at all. Life is always going to be full of challenges. But there is always light at the end of the tunnel. So at your lowest of all lows, remember that the only way to go is. It cannot get worse. It may seem like it, but it isn't. It can't and it won't. I'm sorry; I know I'm babbling. I guess I woke up on the right side of the bed. Gee, can't wait to see what God has got in store for me. This is gonna be exciting!


I have been reading this book for the past three days, and it is amazing!!! I would recommend it to anyone who really wants to read a book that is uhm...what's the word? This book is so good that it was the bestselling book in the WORLD for 2003, 2004, and 2005. Woah!!! If that is not the work of God, tell me what is. It's a forty day devotional book that starts by telling you that your life is not about you; it is about God. Ain't that something?

For those of you that did not know, Boorish has replied the previous post. You can check the comment section for his reply.

And last but not least, please read my latest article, When I Became A Woman, and tell me what you think. Pretty please. I promise I'll give you a wet kiss if you do.

Where On Earth Is Boorish?

UPDATE:

• Boorish has replied the post. Check the comments for his reply.
• Also read my my newest article, When I Became A Woman...& don't forget to leave a comment.

I was gone for only a few days (ok, maybe a few weeks) and chaos took hold of Blogville. What is this I hear about Boorish not blogging anymore? I am still unclear of what happened....or why it happened, but I do have to say that I am very disappointed.

Why can't people read a post, leave a comment and move the heck on? There is no blogger who actually spills all the beans about their life. Even the alleged anonymous bloggers still keep some things 2 themselves, so why all negative comments? Bloggers have been forced to put up comment moderation and reject anonymous comments because a few anonymous commenters have decided to say all kinds of ish. And you know what, I could swear that most of the anonymous commenters are bloggers themselves! They just do not have the balls to say what is on their mind.

I don't know why Boorish blogs (or why he used 2 blog), but for me, I started blogging as a fun thing. When I started it, I was not even aware of any other Nigerian blogger. I just blogged. I did not have any comments, but it did not matter. I was basically entertaining myself. But now that NaijaBlogville is popular, people have been behaving badly. I personally do not care to receive any ignorant comment on my blog; if it bothers you so much, give me a call and state your actual name - or else, please forever hold your peace.

I have not read Waffarian's gist about the guy who hurt her because I have been gone for too long, and that is just too much reading for me to catch up to, but one thing puzzles me though, why or how did people get the idea that it was Boorish?? And why did said people decide to ride the fence?? I mean, why accuse him of being the one and then go back to tell him not to worry? Do y'll not know about the power of technology AKA the internet??? Anyway, I need not mention any names; you know yourselves.

But Boorish, don't leave ur blog for such foolishness. I am not gonna acknowledge your blogbituary because you shall rise from the dead, lol. Seriously, come back!!!

And since you're not receiving comments on your blog, this is me BEGGIN' you to come back. Ladies & Gents of Blogville, please help me beg Boorish to come back o!

The Issue Of god-parenting...

First of all, I’m soooo glad to be back! Second of all, I cannot thank God enough for that evil class being over…whew! Finally, I missed you all!!

As you all know, my love, Busola is getting married in three months time. And I’m pretty sure I have filled you in on the most important part of the day: I am the maid of honor! I plan on cascading down the steps of the banquet hall in a cat-like gracefulness…that’s of course, if they have steps. If they do not have steps, I guess I could just kinda walk in on air. Either way, I’ll be the envy of every woman (including the bride) and the desire of every man – including the groom. But that’s by the way. Sure, some of you might argue that this day is about Busola, the bride, but what do you know anyway?

After the wedding come the kids, right? It is for this reason that I, the first self-appointed maid of honor in history have also self-appointed myself as the god-mother to Busola’s unborn daughter (no, she is not yet pregnant, but I am just making future plans). It is imperative to note that Busola has promised to name her first daughter after me … how sweet, right? Well, it is sweet, but frankly, I am not satisfied. Why stop at giving the child my first name? Why not also give her my last name, Ezimora? I have not run the idea by Busola, but I already know her answer, “Vera, you are high!”

Another issue about this whole god-parenting thing worries me: what if the second daughter turns out to be cuter that the first daughter? As the smart genius that I am, I have made the best proposal ever to Busola: if the second daughter turns out to be prettier than the first daughter (my future god-daughter), I will return the first daughter for an even exchange of the second daughter? Since both kids would both be from the same parents (unless Busola plans on getting pregnant for another man while married to her husband *coughs*), they (the kids) are worth the same. Therefore, I should not be denied the right and opportunity to exchange the child at any given point in time. Busola’s failure to let me do so would result in her being sued to court for ‘refusal to have child exchanged’. So far, Busola’s response to this proposal has been, “Vera, you are high!” and “Can I get pregnant first?”

So my people, tell me, where have I gone wrong? As a future totally-hot, totally-cool god-mother, do I not owe it to myself to ‘acquire’ the best child I can? Keep in mind that even though I have self-appointed myself as the future god-mother, I am really doing Busola a favor because soooo many people are knocking my door down to get me as a god-mother, but I turned them all away for Busola. Sure, you might not know who these people are (even I, do not know who they are…yet), but does that mean they do not exist?

Well, I believe I have come to the end of my rant. When you’re leaving a comment, please encourage Busola to let me have my way. You can call it a petition, if you please. Just convince her that I am right and she is wrong!

Oh, and did I mention how good it is to be back???

I'm On My Way...

Myspace Countdown Clocks at WishAFriend.com

Xcuse Me...While I Slip In2 Something Comfortable

...So after much deliberation with myself, I have come to the conclusion that I need to be temporarily off blogger. Now lemme xplain: I really, really wanna finish Every Woman very soon and start looking for a publisher. I cannot look for a publisher when the book is not finished; that would be a careless and costly mistake because if I eventually find a publisher and have no book to present, they will not take me seriously.

Every time I turn my laptop on, I feel obligated to do blog rounds first, which as you all know is time consuming. By the time I go thru ten blogs, I'm too tired to write. This, as you can imagine, is not good for business. Besides, how else am I supposed to buy the Range Rover SUV I've been dreaming off? Yesterday, I even asked my friend Ibukun to give me a deadline to finish Every Woman, so she gave me December, but I told her it was too far away; she changed it to September 15th. With God on my side, I intend to finish on or before September 15th 2007. So the bottom line is that I am taking a sabatical, but I will definitely do my blog rounds as often as I can without pressure. Pray for me, please.

If you want to contact me:

verastic@yahoo.com

443-834-7374

p.s. If you call and I do not pick up, please leave a name and number if you want me to call you back. I'm really not too keen on calling an unknown number and saying, "Hello, this is Vera; someone called me from this number."

Oh, and if you call directly from a land/house/office phone, please leave your actual name on the voicemail because if someone like Guy Horny calls and leaves a message saying he is Guy Horny, how am I supposed to call his office and say, "Hello, this is Vera; may I speak to Guy Horny, please?"

...that's it for now, till I come back.

*Warm Hugs* & *Wet Kisses*

My Very First Time With Him

I still cannot believe I am about to tell you this story. What has gotten into me? I seem to have lost my inhibitions. Could it be the can of coke I just downed? Anyway, Mr. T was my first. Before him, I had never done it with anyone else. Of course, I always thought about it; always wondered when I would be bold enough to make that move, always wondered how, where, when, and with whom. I did not consciously decide that Mr. T would be my first though; it just happened unexpectedly. One of those moments, I guess.

I cannot really remember the exact date (which is weird cause gals usually remember such things), but I know it was sometime in April or May of 2005. Mr. T and I had been hanging out a lot, not quite dating yet (at least not to my knowledge). We spent a lotta time in Uju's house; we had a ritual of hanging out every Friday night, and some nights, we slept in Uju's house (that was our hangout spot). There was nothing going on between us though - no pecking, kissing, or anything more than that even. The most we did was hug. Until the morning it happened.

At the risk of making his head swell, I would say he was a very patient guy. He never pushed for anything. Once I said no, he let it go. But that morning was different - not because he asked for anything, but because I willingly gave it to him, and he was pleasantly surprised. I had woken up that Saturday morning in Uju's house as usual. I brushed my teeth with the toothbrush I permanently kept @ Uju's house while Mr. was still sleeping. After brushing my teeth, I woke him up and asked him to meet me in the bathroom. And that was where it happened...

...I gave him my toothbrush!! The moment was surreal, almost unbelieveable. I, Vera, first and only daughter of my father, I shared my toothbrush!! Can you believe this? He didn't ask for it; I willingly gave it to him. And it was not a toothbrush I was intending to throw away o! It was a perfectly good toothbrush. Sure, I don't use it all the time, but still, it was a perfectly good toothbrush.

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Kitu Kizuri is finally out and about. Those that have received their copies had nothing but good words 2 say about it. It's not late to subscribe, so you can also get the first issue. It's a GREAT read, and I would recommend it to all Africans - men and women alike. And it is not expensive either, so you cannot say money is the problem. Check www.kitukizuri.com for more details, please.

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I just bought Robin Thicke's new CD, 'The Evolution of Robin Thicke', and I am loving it! The CD came with a free 'Lost Without You' ringtone, and of course, I have been enjoying it. Who wouldn't? I have to say, I absolutely love the CD. Robin Thicke is just sooo soulful. Until I saw his picture, I was sure he was black. I love it!! Did I already say that??

Until next wednesday, have a wonderful week!

Biodun, The Traitor

Yes oh, my people. Biodun has played me! Yes, I’m talking about Biodun, the blogger. She played me like a deck of cards. She broke my heart into a tiny million pieces.

Let me knack you the full gist.

As you all know, Biodun recently went to Naija. When she came back, she told me she brought me some Eclairs candy, which you all know I could sell UnNaked for. She told me she only brought it for me; she made me feel like I was the one and only Eclairs receiver in her life. And I felt very special indeed. Little did I know I was not the only one. The other day, I found out she sent some to Azuka. Can you imagine this?! And to add insult to injury, Azuka got his before me. I was angry. I was hurt.

So now, you may wonder if I was mad enough to not eat the candy. Well, yes, I was! But due to the soft spot I have for Biodun, and the promise I made to her that I was going to eat it, I decided to keep my word and eat it. If not for those two reasons, I would have sent the candy back to the sender! Did I enjoy eating the candy? Yes, I did, but it was only because I was trying to remain positive. Besides, people begged me not to be mad. So if you know Azuka, then just warn him to stay away from anyone who has candy for me…especially Biodun! I will not share my Biodun o!

That being said, thank you for the candy, Biodun. You’re a darling. My friend, Busola said she did not want any of the candy in case Biodun might have put juju in it. My people, you do not know how happy I was when she said that. That was one less mouth to cause shortage in my éclairs. Now, if I could get her to feel the same way about asu (that peppery Yoruba goat meat). Once again, thank you Biodun. For this éclairs, I will love you 4eva and a day. And you better believe I will marry you.

Note to all: what éclairs has joined together, let no long throats put asunder.

********** JAMBO NIGHT********

On Saturday, I attended Jambo Night, hosted by the African Students Association at UMBC (University of Maryland, Baltimore County). I’m not much of a going out person; in fact, Uju calls me a house wife, albeit an unmarried one. Anyways, the event was a lot of fun! I would definitely endeavor to go out more often, although I’m not much of a party person sha…but I like dancing. But I digress…I went with my camera, as usual, and I tried to record a few clips, but my batteries kept dying. My favorite clip is the one below, and the first few seconds would tell you why. Mm mm mm. Don’t get me testifying in here abeg.

The show consisted of makossa dancing, a stage play, singing performances, and fashion shows. Don’t judge the female models too much please; they’re not professionals, they’re just amateurs, and I thought they did an okay job. And don’t judge my camera either. It was just a digital camera with d ability to record videos, not a camcorder. This is my favorite clip, and the first few seconds will tell you. There are seven clips in all that I recorded, and you can visit my youtube channel for more clips. www.youtube.com/verastic

If you listen well, you'll hear me calling Uju's name. And in return, she said, "he'll f*ck your brains out; that's for sure."

********Uju’s Birthday***************

Today is Uju’s birthday. I’ll be over @ her house with Funmi & co. She’s not havin’ a party or anything; we’re just chillin’ with her. So happy birthday, Uju. I hope we have some cake. I’ll take my camera with me, so hopefully, we’ll take some pictures and possibly make a few silly clips.

************* Too Emotional? **********

What does it mean to be too emotional sef? Am I too emotional? I cry for movies, music, books, and commercials, but does that mean I’m too emotional? The other day, I was listening to Faze’s ‘Letter To My Brother’, and I cried. I don’t know why I cried really, but the song just touched me. Now, am I the only one who cried (and still cries) for the song? And I also cried for 2Face’s ‘I Dey Feel Like’. Something about the song moved me too. Am I the only one cried (and still cries) for the song? C’mon, I cannot be the only one.

***********Virginia Tech************

Yesterday, a 23 year old South Korean student at Virginia Tech went crazy and shot several people to death. Thirty-two died, while several got injured. I wept when I watched the news yesterday and heard the screams of the victims as they got shot. Now, several parents are mourning the loss of the children. I can only imagine their pain. I pray to never feel such pain in Jesus’ name, Amen. So, if it’s not too much trouble, please take a minute to pray that their souls rest in peace, Amen. And pray that God comforts the family of the victims. This world is something else!

******** Every Woman – Chapter 6 *************

So I finally finished Every Woman (6). You know where to find it abi? And don’t forget to read the little note at the bottom o! Thanks! www.veraezimora.blogspot.com

Good Night! I just called Uju to say happy birthday. I called her @ 12:00am on the dot. I always call everyone first. My record remains unbeaten. Go Vera!!

Bye….

See you next Wednesday. Oh, did I forget to mention that I have gone back 2 my Wednesday updates? Yes oh, it’s all thanks to Lala. She convinced me to be self disciplined, which I need to publish, you know. Thanks gal!!

kn;kqendl;skdnsklkda (AKA I Don't Have A Title)

Mehn, I’m so ashamed of myself; I have not written in what seems like ages. I’ve been a naughty gal…somebody spank me, please. Seriously, I need to write!

I have been so lazy lately. All I wanna do is sleep, and if I didn’t know better, I woulda thought I was pregnant. This kin sleep enjoyment dey too much o! But as from tomorrow, I will definitely change my routine. In my defense sha, my bed is just too cozy, so leaving it is hard.

So the father of Anna Nicole Smith’s baby, Dannielynn has finally determined to be Larry Birkhead. Well, duh! I saw that one coming. For some reason, I’m happy he’s the father. I don’t even know either of them men personally, yet Birkhead has somehow become my favorite. Needless to say, I’m still saddened by the death of Anna Nicole. I always thought she was beautiful. It’s sad that Dannielynn (the baby) would never know her brother and mother; that would be traumatic for the lil gal when she grows up, I imagine. But God is not sleeping. He knows why He let it happen. Click HERE to read more about this.

By the way, do y’ll know Anna Nicole is actually a brunette? LOL. I didn’t see that one coming. Do you know how much bleach her hair has gone thru? Nawa o!

So Mr. T got me the new CDs of 2Face, Faze & D’Banj. I didn’t actually ask him to bring Faze (cause I didn’t know his new album was out), but I’m glad he did. Faze is a very talented guy. I’m very proud of him. After listening to all the albums, I like 2Face’s Cd the best. Faze comes in 2nd although it was a very close call and then D’Banj is third. I love 2Face’s simplicity and humility (I heard from a friend who met him when he came 2 Maryland that he is very humble). Faze came in 2nd, not because he is less talented, but because 2Face has already stolen my heart. D’Banj….hmmm. Apart from the ‘Why Me?’ song and the tongolo & tongolo remix, nothing else tickles my fancy. I like his style, but I’m not into all that ‘bend over and lemme hit it from the back’ kinda lyrics…which is why I’m not a fan of rap. It’s too errrrr 4 me.

I recently watched a Nigerian movie called ‘Through The Fire’, and it was great! It was written and directed by Chuks Etolue. He is based here in Maryland and he did a fantastic job with the movie. It’s real and realistic. It’s not the kinda yeye movies they make about Yankee in Naija, which are obviously written by someone who knows nothing about Yankee and has not taken out the time to do some research. It’s a wonderful movie and it brought me to tears. Maybe I’m just too emotional, but I seriously doubt it.

Once again, I’ll leave you with some funny search keywords that brought people to my blog. As usual, I do not understand most of them. My thoughts are in green and italics…

• Benson, I won’t worry my life away (Who da heck is Benson?)
• How do you make life easy when you want to leave your Bloke? (Hmmm, tough question. Does he pay your bills? If so, sorry oh, sistah…I no fit help you)
• Things to do to make your man go crazy in bed (Uhm…)
• Husband forced to wear menstruation pads (I hope he was at least on his period)
• Sniffing my aunty’s thongs (Eww! Be ashamed of yourself, please. Yuck!!)
• Left boyfriend handcuffed to the bed (For how long? I hope he’s free now)
• Things to do when you’re alive (Is there a list of things to do when you’re dead?)
• Buki is chasing him (Which Buki is this? London Buki?? Okay, lemme give her a call and find out why she’s chasing him).

Funny huh? LOL

If you have not subscribed to Kitu Kizuri, then this would be a good time to do so. The magazine has just left the printers and is on its way to the homes of subscribers. Please visit www.kitukizuri.com to subscribe.

My mom is complaining that telemarketers are calling her cell phone, so now, she is calling the number back to “warn” them to stop calling her cell phone…even though it’s almost eleven PM. I tell you, this woman is just very funny!

Funmi is thinking about having a cookout in her house this summer, and though she has not set a date, I’m so flippin excited! Being with my friends never stops making me happy and feeling like all is well. In fact, I have been tryna figure out what to wear for the cookout. And of course, I have to go armed with my camera, extra batteries and the charger for the batteries. Go Vera!
That's it for now. I'll be back l8r.

Mama's Party

Thank God it’s over!! That is the first thing I have to say. I know I said it before, but I am saying it again, PARTY PLANNIN’ NO DEY EASY O!


First Picture: Uju, Me & Ibukun
Second Picture: Funmi, Uju, Timbo & Busola doing the konko below
Third Picture: My shoes, scarf, slippers & purse

That being said, I am so grateful to all my friends who came & even helped out. ChiefO came all the way from NY…and he even came on time & helped us out a lot! He slept in my house and went home the following day. The guy sleeps like a baby; he folds himself up on the bed. LOL. Funmie & I could not stop laughing when we saw him. I woulda taken a picture, but I couldn’t find my camera.

The party was set @ 6pm, but guess what time I got there? Past 11pm! Yeap, you heard it! Things didn’t go as planned, and before I knew it, time flew by. My mother was supposed to pick the food from the caterer’s house, which was about thirty minutes away from the party venue, but she suddenly realized she couldn’t do it, so I and ChiefO had to go get the food and drop it at the hall, and after that I had to go drop him @ Funmi’s house, so he could get dressed. Whew! So by the time I was stepping into the shower, it was past 10pm. I tell you, I had the quickest shower of my life!

After taking a shower, tying the scarf was another wahala. I almost cried o! I usually have either Funmie or Busola to help me out, but this time, I was all alone in the house fighting with the scarf. Chei! As if that was not enough stress, my aunt called me to tell me she had dropped my Grandma @ the hall. What!! She wasn’t supposed to be in there. We were supposed to scream ‘Surprise!’. I told her to go back and pick Mama up, but she had already driven off (apparently, she had to go buy something, but why didn’t she take Mama with her?!). I called my mom, but she didn’t pick up; I’m sure she couldn’t hear her phone ringing over all the loud music. I was about to call her again when Funmie called me and I told her what happened. She told me Mama was already in the hall sitting down. I vexed o!

Anywayz, I finally tied my scarf. Then I put on a pair of slippers, threw my shoes, extra slippers and camera into a bag and rushed outta the house. I took my scarf off and kept it on the chair beside me; there was no way I was gonna drive with that thing on my head. I was driving above the speed limit and not giving a care. Thank God I wasn’t pulled over. Finally, I was there! Mama was sitting there with my aunts, but she still didn’t know it was her party! LOL. The party was just starting as I walked in. That was when the MC just started calling people to the high table. Whew!

Anywayz, we (family) had to go outside and usher Mama in and that was when she was told that it was her party. You can imagine the shock & confusion. LOL. She looked stunned. She kept asking questions. She didn’t even believe my mom sef, so she asked her other two daughters, and they confirmed it. She still didn’t believe, so she asked her son who also confirmed it. LOL. Let’s just say it took her a while to comprehend the situation, so it was allll good. My friends and I got to dance to Konko Below & Electric Slide, so we were all very happy. Even my mom did Konko Below sef, LOL.

I didn’t meet anyone from blogger, but I met Omone. She’s a reader-turned-friend. She emailed me once after reading my stuff and it was love @ first sight for both of us, LOL. We kept in touch thru emails…which progressed to phone calls. Then I sent her my picture on Friday (the day b4 the party), so she won’t be lost tryna figure out who Vera is. She came for the party with her friend sha, and I was (still am) very grateful. She will be getting married to a lucky man later this year.

I’m also very, very grateful to all my wonderful friends who helped me out especially Busola (who was in my house since Friday), Funmi, Uju, Yetunde, ChiefO, Ibukun, Timbo, Seun…and sooo many others. Did I mention that ChiefO brought me a whole cooler of Isi Ewu (Goat Head). I gave Funmie about one-third of it and I still have a lot left. Now that I think of it, I have not even told Uju of the presence of isi ewu in my fridge. I better call her and tell her to come & get some. Hmmm, I have to keep some for Ibukun and Timbo too. I dunno if Busola is interested. Funmi was @ my house yesterday and she had some more isi ewu (I think that’s why she came sef ).

I didn’t take a lotta pics because I was running all over the place, but if you’re interested in seeing some pics, click HERE

Oh, Mr. T is back but I am yet to see him (don’t ask me why). I do not know what he brought or if he brought anything…. *shrugging shoulders*

That’s all for now…till I update again.

12 More Days...

Book Review: Baggage Claim by David E. Talbert.

I just got done reading this book, and I liked it. It's about Montana, a 35 year old flight attendant who set out on a mission to find a husband in thirty days. The reason for her desperate move was that she was the oldest in the family, everyone else was married except her youngest sister, the baby of the house who was twenty-one....but then she (the baby of the house) suddenly got engaged, so imagine Montana's predicament! To make it worse, her mother believed that a woman is not a woman until she is married with two kids.....and she should be married by the age of 25, by the way...... or else...... the manless curse follows! Read the book to find out how it played out.

So how many of us (blogger women) are twenty-five and over and not married? Should we go on the same journey to find a hubby in thirty days?

Oh, and this is the second book from this author I have read. The first one was Love On A Dotted Line, which was about a female lawyer who got so tired of being played by men that she came up with a plan for her next man: just as they were about to have sex, she had him sign a contract stating that if he cheated on her, he owed her a certain amount of money (can't remember the amount). Of course, the guy was thinking with his lil head at the time (but then again, when do men not think with their small heads), so he signed it. He ended up cheating on her and getting sued.

You'd have to read the book to know how it played out.

Well, I'm off to read another novel (check my side bar for more details). I'll be back to update soon.

Ciao.

I Can't Do It!!!

I thought I would be able to make a blogging schedule for myself and stick to it, but what was I thinking? I can't do it! I have never been good @ having a regular schedule, so why start now? What was I thinking? Basically, what I am saying is that you should consider my 'Update Wednesday' thingy as null & void. I will update when the blogging spirit moves me.

The Long Harmattan Season by Uche Nworah

My friend & big brother, Uche Nworah has self-published his first book, The Long Harmattan Season. Uche is an award-winning internet columnist, and he is da bomb, if I do say so myself. Like I said, he has self-published the book, and therefore, we as Nigerians & Africans owe it to him to support him and his dream. The book can be found on Amazon.com, but feel free to request/buy an autographed copy at www.uchenworah.com I'm really proud of Uche because he has gone for his dream, which is something that a lot of us (Africans) are too afraid to do. So if you have a dream, no matter how big or small (heck, ur dream might even be to marry me....which is a huge dream by the way), you ought to go for your dream; believe in yourself and just win. Of course, if said dream is to marry me, then I suggest you start saving for my engagement ring, which I have picked out already. Be not alarmed, it only costs $17, 000 before tax. And that's US dollars o! What was I saying sef? Ehen, so go and purchase Uche's book, please. You won't be disappointed.

Party Planning No Dey Easy O

I have included a picture of my Grandma for your viewing pleasure. She's beautiful, isn't she? Guys, if you're interested, I'm auctioning her to the highest bidder, so e-mail with the amound you're willing to part with, and I just might hook you up. Bids start from $1000, please. If you do not want to pay in monetary terms, then tell me how many cows you can afford. Please, bid with at least 200 cows. Grandmas are very expensive and scarce in the market these days. It must be due to the scarcity of gas/fuel.

In my previous post, I invited bloggers to my Grandma's party, but I forgot to mention the date. It's the 31st of March. I am soooo tired of planning this thing. And it doesn't help that my friends and I are doing the aso ebi thing. I'm happy we are oh, but the thought of looking for matching shoes and a matching purse is exhausting me...although I would be thrilled to add a new shoe to my collection. My aim is to receive donations for this expensive party. Oh, did I mention it's a surprise party? Yes oh, grandma doesn't know about it, although this Igbo lady almost let the cat out of the bag yesterday.

I was on the phone arguing with the video man yesterday. He wants to bring a projector to the party, which will cost us an extra $100. I agreed to this arrangement, thinking he would have a slideshow of grandma's pictures showing on the projector, but alas, the projector will be for the guests to see themselves dancing. What rubbish! If we want him to have pictures, it would cost us another $100. I advised mom not to take the deal. What is the point of having and paying for a projector if all it will be doing is showing the guests dancing?? If they want to see themselves dancing, they should bring mirrors!

Anyways, this is Grandma's 71st birthday. Her birthday was actually on the 24th of Jan (10 days afta mine), but we moved the party till March cause my aunt went 2 Naija on the 16th of January and would not be back till Friday (16th). I guess she wants to attend her mother's party. She should better bring me some gala! If you're interested in attending the party, e-mail me @ verastic@yahoo.com (Jaycee, are you really interested in coming? If you are, email me then. By the way, did I mention I saw your picture online about a month ago? Hehehe *evil laugh*). I dunno why I keep discovering bloggers o... especially since I am not even trying to. What will happen when I start trying to?

When Busola got engaged, I could not contain my excitement. The thought of even planning the wedding sef (which will be holding sometime this year) excited me even more. But when push came to shove, e no funny @ all o! Who wants to be driving around the city looking for a hall and negotiating with the owners? This is crazy!

Anyways, I appointed myself as her maid of honor. Who cares if she wants some1 else? This is about me. I have even picked out my dress; once again, who cares if she wants something else? I was so excited about the whole ordeal that I 4got to factor in the cost. But thank God for Boyfriend sha; I already told him to start saving as this would be an expensive wedding for him and everyone else but me. Did I tell you I'll be reading a poem for Busola and her husband on that day? I have 2 look xtra good o! The only thing that bothers me now is that she will have a wedding website with pictures of her bridal party, which I am obviously the chief deputy queen of. I dunno how I feel about her putting my picture there sha. Maybe I just won't announce the site to bloggers?? *confused*

Click HERE to read about Busola's engagement.

That's it for now...till the spirit of blogging moves me again.

Reply 2 Overwhelmed's Love Letter

Overwhelmed wrote me a love letter, even if she refuses to call it that. But it was so heart-touching that I had to publicly reply it. She declared her love for me, and even went ahead to tell me she loved me more than cranberry juice. How romantic is that!

So Overwhelmed, my dear, after carefully reading and digesting your love letter, I have come to the decision to not share your pictures after all. It wasn't such a tuff decision seeing as your love for me is just so genuince.

In retrospect, I have a few promises to make to you:
# I promise to never steal any other online man from you...unless of course, he really wants to be stolen
# I promise to always supply you with cranberry juice
# I promise never to make you wear ankara thongs (like Bloke did 2 u). From now on, it's damask thongs all the way!
# I promise to constantly supply you with black nail polish and blonde weaves
# I promise to never, ever post the enlarge copy of the picture of your breasts online.
# I promise to return your call.
# I promise to keep my promises....for now. :))

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I have been mighty busy recently, so I have not been available to take calls and/or chat online. However, some people have called and not left messages. Abeg, if you want me to call you back, then leave a message with your name and number because I'm not just gonna start calling any number I see. (Yes, Overwhelmed, I know you left your name and number, and I know I owe you a call. I'll call, I promise). I have just been really, really busy.

I mentioned last wednesday that we are planning my Grandma's surprise party, right? Well, I am inviting bloggers sha, so if you care to attend, email me verastic@yahoo.com and I will send you the details. Of course, I know that not all bloggers will attend, which is why I am gladly inviting all of you. I mean, what are the chances that you'll all wanna attend? LOL. If that happens, I will be really screwed, but I know it won't, so I'm not bothered at all. Anyways, like I said, email me if you wanna attend the event...BUT on one condition: YOU CANNOT POST MY PICTURE(S) ONLINE.

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On Saturday, I went to see Zodiac with boyfriend, Uju and her boyfriend. Twas a good/wonderful movie, but it was flippin long! Three whole hours watching a big screen is not a joke. The movie started at 9:30pm and it did not end till 12:21am - not cool! It's a true life story of a serial killer in California called Zodiac. I cannot tell you the present situation of things with Zodiac because that would mean telling you the end of the movie, which I obviously do not wanna do. Anyways, if you love thrillers, then you will probably love this movie.

Alright, I think that's it for now, beautiful people. Happy Wednesday and see you next Wednesday!!

Kitu Kizuri

First of all, I wanna apologize for not updating for sooo long; it has been due to the extra writing I have had to do and some other issues...like coming to New York and planning Grandma's surprise party (which I will invite bloggers to later when I have all the details straightened out). But that's another story.

Kitu Kizuri is a new quarterly African Women's magazine, which is currently in print, and will be available in April for the public. I'm pretty sure there are lots of other African magazines out there...maybe not, but Kitu Kizuri is very different. Think of it as the Essence of African women, xcept, it is by us, for us, and about us.

Personally, I have never read any African women's magazine that really touches home with me; in fact, I doubt if I have ever read any African women's magazine at all. They might claim to be African, but after reading one page, you quickly realize that they are geared towards one country only or towards only one part of Africa (ex: West Africa), so it's Kitu Kizuri to the rescue. Kitu Kizuri features the whole of Africa, and it is absolutely brilliant because we as Africans need to stop segregating ourselves and come together as one Africa. We may have different languages and be located in different countries, but we are still one and the same Africa. Deep down, we have the same belief in the core of our being. Trust and love has brought us thus far, and it will continue to. That is what Kitu Kizuri is all about.

If you care to know, Kitu Kizuri means something beautiful/good in Swahili. Please, visit www.kitukizuri.com for more details. And subscribe! I did not type this whole sermon out of boredom; I typed it for you to be knowledgeable of the beautiful something around us and subscribe to it....ASAP.

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Due to the obvious (but surprising) lack of time that I have, I would not be able to blog as often as I used to. I have decided to dedicate myself to update once a week (or more than once if I have some interesting news to share). But I will still be doing my blog rolls every chance I get o! I was gonna pick either monday or tuesday as my 'update day', but seeing as it is already Wednesday and no update was made on said Monday & Tuesday, I have decided to make Wednesday my 'update day'. I will still reply any comments you leave at any time o...but I need to concentrate on my books if I intend to have them published.

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I'm currently in NY. I got here yesterday with my mom, grandma, aunt, and nephew. It was an unplanned trip. My Uncle who moved to the States in June got called to Bar (i.e. he passed his Bar & has been officially sworn in as an American Lawyer). I'm really, really proud of him; he just came here in June of last year, and he has accomplished what many have not been able to. He didn't go to Law school here, and did not attend any classes for Law when he got here. He just read, prayed and passed. Na so God dey work wonder. So it goes without saying that people in my family are smart...hehehehe.

Needless to say, sitting in that car for 3.5 hours with my family (on the way to NY) was not as joyous as you'd expect. Mom was driving and I was sitting in the front, giving her directions. Grandma was constantly saying, "Vera, we just passed another sign board o! I hope you're looking because I don't wanna get lost". And every time my mother hit the brake, my Grandma screamed, "Jesus!"

We leave here tomorrow at 5am. I can't wait to go back home, although I do dread having to sit thru another Grandma drama, but I miss my laptop. I saw all the comments on my previous post, but I did not wanna reply cause I didn't wanna open my blog on uncle's desktop. You never know what kinda incriminating evidence one can find about me on my blog. I will reply them soon as I get home.

So that is it for now, my wonderful ladies and gents. We go yarn next wednesday.

Have a wonderful week.

My Feet Are On Fire

So how was every1's weekend? How many people got hitched, got pregnant, got beaten, stole someone's partner? Hooked up with an ex? No1? Was it just me then? LOL. Calm down, nothing like that happened to me. I be good gal now!

On Saturday (Feb 17th), I went for a wedding. I know the bride, but I don't know her personally. I only know her face, but she's a member of Busola's church, so Busola dragged me (and Frank, her fiance) along, while I dragged Uju along. A typical African thing.

Due to the fact that I am not an anonymous blogger, I cannot tell you how I actually felt about the wedding, but one thing is for sure, my friends and I had some mad fun dancing. I wore a pair of pink shoes. They're not high, but when you stand, walk and dance in them for hours, they start killing your feet. I just took a picture of it for your viewing pleasure. You can thank me later.

As usual, I took a buncha pictures, and you can view the pictures HERE

Lemme know what u think of the pix. As usual, I was the photographer. *sigh* No1 else eva bothers 2 bring a camera! Oh yea, Busola has that useless 2.0 mega pixel camera that I refuse to be captured by. Seriously, shouldn't that be illegal? Funmi has a 5.0 mega pixel camera, but you will NEVER see the pictures. I dunno wat the yeye girl does with them.

I checked out my analytics page thing, and I have compiled some funny search words below for your laughing pleasure. My thoughts are in pink....or whatever color that is.

# I'm horny
Ehen? Why did this bring you to my blog? Have I ever written on my blog that I'm horny? I think not!

# man forced to wear menstrual pad
I have to admit, I have always wanted to make a man do this.

# boobs blogs
I dunno if there is a blog about boobs, but it's not this one

# my little brother wore my thong
I hate to be the one to break this news to you, but your brother has a lil sugar in his tank...yeap, he's definitely playing 4 the other team

# I have a crush on an engaged man
Been there, done that.... waste of time

# Things to do with ur wife
I'm thinking a married man's blog might be the best to tell you

# Wait till i show u my birthday suite
Wait till you show who? You better be a man o!

# Horny and wet
Once again, I ask, why did these words bring you to my blog??

# Vera Ezimora's picture in Joy magazine
Na who be this sef? Mind ursef o; stop looking 4 me!!

# Kpom blog
Are you kidding me?


That's all for today, folks. I shall return!

The Silly Things We Do (3)

Read One & Two

I live in an apartment with my mom, and the story I'm about to tell you happened in the summer of 2005.

It was a hot evening as usual, so I was jejely sleeping on my bed, wearing only my underwear. I was along @ home as usual, my bedroom door was open, and the TV in the living room was on. I woke up @ a point, but I was still drifting in and out of sleep. I could hear the TV, and if I listened well enough, I woulda been able to make out whatever was being said.

I thought I heard a sound in my room, so I opened my eyes, but I didn't see anything. I drifted off to sleep again, but I kept hearing sounds. Each time I opened my eyes, I didn't see anything. It was about 9pm, so it was dark. Then I thought I heard wings flapping, so I opened my eyes, and lo and behold, there was something black flying towards me. So I jumped out of bed, turned my light on, and there it was...

.....a bat!

I jumped out of bed, screamed, and ran out of my bedroom, still wearing only my underwear. In my haste to run out, I left my cell phone and the cordless phone on my bed, and I was too scared to go back, so I decided to use the phone in my mom's room. I called my mom @ work to tell her of our uninvited guest. She said I should call 911. I said, "Mom, I don't think people call 911 for bats". By the time I got off the phone with mom, I was questioning my decision 2 call her. She was of no help 2 me. But then again, what did I xpect her to do?

So I sat on her bed, my heart in my mouth, trying to think of what to do next. I lay on her bed, looked up on the vent in her room, and I thought I saw something, so I turned her lights on...

....yeap, another bat.

So, I jumped up. Put on a t-shirt I saw on her bed, tied her wrapper and rushed out to the living room. I wanted to lock myself in the bathroom, but I didn't for 2 reasons:
1. There might be a bat in there
2. Staying in there would not help me in anyway.

So I sat on the couch....just for me to see a bat flying around in the living room.

At this point, I grabbed my keys and ran out of the house. I didn't run out of the building, but I was out of the house. I didn't know what else to do, so I knocked on my neighbour's door (He's a young Igbo guy in his late 20s/early 30s).

I: N, can you come 2 my house & help me please? I have bats
N: You have bats?
I: Yea, so can u help me, please? I need 2 get rid of them.
N: R u sure they're bats?
I: (getting irritated) Yes, I'm sure, go take a look.

He opened my door, and the bat that was in the living room was now perched on the window blind.

N: Wow, that's really a bat. But where did they come from? Did you offend any1 in the village?
I: N, are you seriously thinking these bats came from Naija?
N: Yes now! Bats don't come 2 people's houses, so who did you offend in the village?
I: N, those bats r not from the village.
N: Okay, maybe they're not, but where did they come from? If they're not from the village, then they must all be born from one mother, and their mother is in your house, so she released two children to go and get food. But who sent the mother?
I: So basically, what you're saying is that these are not ordinary bats abi? Whether it's mother and children or only two children, someone must have sent them.
N: Yes.

I: Okay, that's good. N, are you going 2 help me chase these bats away or not?!

I couldn't believe it! This person was born here o (though he was raised in Naija) but he came back over ten years ago. I called animal control and they said they couldn't do anything about it because it was a weekend, and it was already about 10pm @ this time. But they said I had bats because my house was close to the woods/trees, and apparently, it was a normal thing 4 them 2 get into houses. I called the apartment maintenance people, and they said they were coming.

N finally decided to help me get rid of the bats. By the way, they were two bats (it was the one in my room that came out 2 the living room). So N opened the windows and took the screens (nets) out. So we (more like he) chased the bats while I screamed. Homeboy didn't want to hit the bats...just in case they were witches. He didn't want them 2 be mad @ him and come back to kill him. One of the bats actually died cause I guess he mistakenly hit it.

The apartment maintenance people finally showed up....@ one AM! We told him the bats were gone, but they (apartment people) had 2 send their men in the following day to fix the window screens, and guess what the moo moo said? He said, "I hope y'll didn't kill any of the bats because it is illegal to kill bats, and you could go to jail for that...and even pay a high fine."

Wat rubbish! The bats shoulda thought about that b4 invading my house and nearly sending me 2 an early grave. Apparently, there was a hole in the ceiling of the equipment room - that's where they came in from. I screamed tire that day o! Bats r just very ugly creatures. They look like flying rats. I do not think there is anything demonic about them, but I don't like them.

Sorry 4 making this post so long; wasn't my intention.

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There's a new movie coming out called, Overwhelmed's Pictures...featuring her boobs & famous bowlegs. It will be showing in all theatres near you. But you have to buy ur tickets in advance. They cost only $5, so make ur check payable 2 Vera Ezimora.

I was gonna catch up on blogs, but my waist is falling down right now. Today is my 2nd day with Ms. Flow, and I am not finding it funny @ all. I've been holding my waist like an old woman, so lemme go lie down for a few minutes. I'll be back 2 catch up on my fav blogs.

Wish me well, please.

Hopefully, I'm Back On Track

So because I was absent for a lil while, all these small small girls (AKA Diamond, Nilla, Calabar Gal & the rest of them) think they can start bugging me 2 update ehn? Take time o!

Who woulda thought that getting engaged to my boo, Guy Horny would disrupt my life so much. I tell you, that guy never gets tired. He is taking a shower right now, and that is how I am currently able to update. He is a tiger!

Yesterday, I went to see Norbit. I laughed so hard, my stomach was hurting, and I had tears running down my face. The movie just came out on Friday, 9th Feb., featuring Eddie Murphy being the regular funny entertainer he always is. If you like silly comedies, then you should see this. Click HERE to see the preview.

Thanks a lot for reading chapter five of Every Woman, and thanks to every1 that wrote and left comments, thanks! And for those that have not read it, don't lemme get you o.

So what are you all planning for Valentine? It's hard for me to believe that a whole me, Vera Ezimora AKA Hopleless Romantic, I am not looking 4ward 2 Valentine. How can this be?! I dunno why or how oh, but I have absolutely no anticipation 4 Valentine; I am not looking forward to it, and I am not excited about it. In fact, the only reason why I even thought about it was because I was looking thru my day planner. I dunno if Boyfriend has anything planned; if he does, that would be great, but if not...oh well. But thank God sha that GH, my fiance has some Blogville plans 4 us... isn't that right, baby? But in my life away from Blogville, ain't nothing happening....to my knowledge anyway. Now if any of you were to buy me gifts (platinum/silver jewelry), of course, I won't refuse it.

Calabar Gal, I checked Eubury Press out; it seems they only publish non fiction? Abi was I just seeing things?

I have been away from Blogville for quite a while, and I feel like I have soooo much catching up 2 do, which I will get to soon as I publish this post. I have been keeping up with Diamond's bachelorette though. Interesting stuff. I didn't bother tryna figure out who the bachelors are, but I think I know who the bachelorette migiht be. I might be wrong sha, but then again, when am I ever wrong?

I've been having some issues with my Blog. When I wanna put up a new post, I don't have the option of changing my font, font size, font color, and page allignement. Is this an issue with Blogger, or is something just wrong with mine? If it's just mine, then how do I fix it, please? Azuka, where art thou?! Abeg help me cause not having color on my post is driving me bananas.

Alright, I'm out. I'll be back in a few. *KISSES*

Every Woman 5 Has Been Published

Sorry oh! I know I have been missing for a while. Well, being newly engaged comes with its own perks....especially when you're engaged to someone like Guy Horny. Let's just say he's been living up to his name - not that I'm complaining, of course.

GH has been absolutely wonderful! You know how you dream of your ideal man, and hope that you meet a man with some of the features you dream of? Well, GH comes with all the features, and then some! Oooh, am I lucky or what?

Anyways, I have published chapter five of Every Woman, and you can click HERE to read it.

I'll be back to update better tomorrow.

Forgive me, please.... but my baby calls!

Of Course...I Accept, Guy Horny

My Dearest One,

What started out as a mere joke has turned into something overwhelmingly delightful. I have always dreamt of having it all, but I never really thought I could have it all...until I met you, of course.

I cannot believe that YOU have asked ME to spend the rest of my life with you. The thought of going to bed in your arms and waking up to see your breathe-takingly handsome face is more than I have ever wanted. And this is only the beginning...

I have a lot more to say, but I will save that for my vows. However, lemme just mention that I am the luckiest woman alive to be given the honor to share her life, love, body, soul and spirit with a man of your caliber. Does it really get any better?

So yes, GH, I am accepting your proposal! With the kind of proposal you made, how can any girl in her right mind say no?

Click HERE to see the proposal.