Whose Husband Is He Anyway?

Michelle's?  Or my mother's?

On Wednesday, January 27th 2010, President Barack Obama gave his State of the Union address in Washington, D.C.  I assume that other families, just like mine, were seated in front of their television, glassy eyes glued to the bright screen, ears as eager as alert dogs, and feet and hands just waiting to give standing ovations after standing ovations.  Or maybe it was just my family then.  Specifically, that mother of mine.

So ecstatic was she; so hopeful was she; so passionate was she --- about Obama that she refused to use the bathroom, even when her bladder threatened to give way.  She did not want to miss the speech, she said.

"Tell them!" She chanted every now and then.

"Intelligent man!"

"Look at McCain's face, very jealous man!"

"Look at the Republicans; they're not happy..."

... And so on, and so forth.

And when Obama said, "...I want to acknowledge our First Lady, Michelle Obama, who this year, is creating a national movement to tackle the epidemic of childhood obesity and make our kids healthier..." mom showed her support by clapping and shouting a thunderous, "Yes!"

But when Grandma asked, "Gini k'okwu?" [What did he say?]

Mom said, "Anuro kwa'm" [I didn't hear oh].

Well, if this isn't passion, what then?  Thankfully, I was there to tell them what he said --- though I was actually in the kitchen --- washing dishes.  On that note, I must say that Obama's speech was verastically appetizing as usual.  With the kind of ability he has to touch people through his spoken words, I wonder the kind of damage he would do to the dark world, if he were a Pastor.  And I wonder, too, if we would ever have a leader like him in Nigeria.

Amidst the wondering, however, life must go on.  So, please don't forget our virtual date tomorrow morning.  Verasticall Speakin' Talk Radio will be airing as usual at 10am U.S. Eastern (4pm Nigerian time).  Topic: Pre-marriage Marriage.  We'll be talking about the consequences - good or bad - of living together before marriage.  If you have not voted in the poll, please do.

P.S. You can watch Obama's State of the Union address in its entirety here.

P.P.S. We're still accepting pictures for the Valentine Blog Event.  Read the details here.  Send all pictures to project@verastic.com.  If you have any questions or concerns, you're welcome to contact me through e-mail, phone, and text.

P.P.P.S. And, of course, there's still time to win that giveaway.  You have till 11:59pm (U.S. Eastern time) on February 6th 2010 to enter for it.  All you have to do is leave a comment.  The more, the merrier.  Do it here.

Don't forget to vote!!!

On The 4th >> Giveaway!!!

It's official.  Verastically Livin' is now celebrating its fourth birthday.  My baby is four years old!  Soon I'll be hooking my blog up with another blog for marriage.  These blogs, they grow up so fast these days.  If I have not said it often enough, I really am grateful to everyone for their continued support.  You have no idea how good you have been to me.  I am most thankful to God for giving me the strength to keep going, so here's to Verastically Livin' becoming bigger in 2010!  Now, without further ado, let the giveaway begin.

What You Get: The Thing Around Your Neck by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

This book has twelve short stories that are sure to keep you turning the page.  I liked some of the stories more than the others, but overall, I loved the book.  Chimamanda just has a way with words.

How To Win:

1. Leave a comment.
2. Leave more comments --- as many as you want to.  The more you leave, the better your chances of winning.

Yes, but read the fine prints:

1. You will have till 11:59 pm (U.S. Eastern time) of February 6th to comment, and after that, comments will be blocked.
2. The winner will be chosen randomly by a random selector, so leave as many comments as you can and want to.  It will increase your chances of winning.
3. You can comment as an anonymous person, however, you have to e-mail me first and tell me which anonymous person you will be.  Example: you could be "Anonymous 222," and then, for all your comments, you have to comment as Anonymous 222.  Why?  That way, I'll be able to know who when Anonymous 222 wins.  If all the anonymous people comment as Anonymous - without specifying which Anonymous they are - I won't know who to contact, or how to contact them. E-mail vera@verastic.com
4. Follow me on Twitter.
5. Follow me on the Google Network
6. The following people will not win this giveaway - even if they participate: Funmie, Busola and her husband, Uju, Deola and her husband, Ibukun, Timbo, Vera Ezimora's parents (who, hopefully, don't even read this blog), Yar'adua and his wife, Mr. Shoes, and of course, one Miss Vera Ezimora.

Note: The preceding list (number 6) is subject to increase.

The Secret To Perkier Breasts

I usually don't like to divulge such verastic secrets, but hey, it's a new year, so why not?  In my birthday post, I mentioned that my breasts are now perkier.  JustJoxy asked what my secret is.

Please read carefully, so that you, too, may enjoy of this bountiful joy:  Take your clothes off.   Done?  No, no.  Please, don't take a picture and send it to me.  Now, take your bra off.  Done?  Good.  Now, listen read carefully, and follow these steps:

1. Stand in front of a mirror (one that can get your entire upper body).
2. Look at your breasts and take a mental picture of them.
3. Now raise your hands --- slowly.
4. Keep raising them.  Reach for the sky.
5. Now look at your breasts again.

Voila!  Perkier breasts!!!

Note: Keep hands at the reach-for-the-sky position for continuous perkier breasts.  Yes, that means you should keep your hands up there for as long as you want to see those perkier breasts.

P.S. This secret recipe to perkier breasts is strictly for women.

P.P.S.  Yesterday's show about romance and finance was hawt. If you have not heard it, just click on the player by right sidebar of this blog, or click here.

P.P.P.S.  Pictures for the Valentine Blog Event - Show Me Your Love - are still being accepted.  Send pictures to project@verastic.com  You can read the details here.  Call/text 1.443.934.9039, if you have any questions.

P.P.P.P.S.  Verastically Livin' Blog will be four in two days [January 26th]!  Are you ready for the giveaway???  Starting from Tuesday, January 26, you'll be given the chance to win the giveaway.

P.P.P.P.P.S.  Next week on the radio, we'll be talking about cohabitation.  How beneficial - or not beneficial - is it to live with your partner before marriage???

P.P.P.P.P.P.S.  There's a new poll.  Go vote.

P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S. Soooo.... how about those perkier breasts??? J

Show Me Your Love + Giveaway

Christmas has come and gone.

New Year's Day has come and gone.

And though it's hard to believe, my birthday has also come and gone.  Thankfully, however, I'm kind enough to receive late gifts from my birthday wish list --- at no extra charge!

The point is that we're moving on.  In five days time - Tuesday, January 26th 2010 - Verastically Livin' Blog will be four years old.  Four!!  Can you believe it?  When Verastically Livin' turned three last year, I gave everyone the option of asking me any question they wanted to, and one week later, I answered them all.

Well, that's not going to happen this year.  Instead, I'm going to be doing a giveaway!  Yeap, you read right. But before you get overly excited, it's just a small giveaway: a book.  It's Chimamanda's book, "The Thing Around Your Neck."  The post will go up on the 26th on January, and one week, later - the 2nd of February - a random commenter will be chosen as the winner.

Show Me Your Love: A Valentine Blog Event

Although I've mentioned this on Facebook and Twitter, I've not really mentioned it here - what a shame.  This year, Verastically Livin will be having a Valentine Blog Event, and the theme is - you guessed it - Show Me Your Love.  Fortunately, all you have to do is - you guessed it again - show me your love.

E-mail pictures of you and the one you're in love with to project@verastic.com.  Include your names, location, what you love about each other, and of course, what you plan to do for Valentine's Day.  You're welcome to include any other information.

Come back at midnight on Valentine's Day and see the pictures --- right here on Verastically Livin'

Deadline for submission: Sunday, February 7th 2010

P.S. Please share this post by tweeting it, facebooking it, or simply e-mailing it.  You can click the envelop at the bottom of this post to e-mail it.

P.P.S. Verastically Speakin' airs on Saturday - Romance Without Finance.  It'll be co-hosted  by Ikedot and Nkechinyere.  Don't forget to vote on this week's poll.

Four Days After Getting Older

This post is about forty hours late.  If you're going to accuse me - like the Twitters did - of disappearing off the face of the world wide web because Mr. Shoes kidnapped me for my birthday, then well, I cannot confirm or deny that accusation.  I still feel pretty brand new in my new age.  And, of course, as far as I'm concerned, it's still my birthday.  For those that are concerned about late gifts, please fear not, for I will be accepting gifts till January 13th 2011.  My birthday was a quiet one --- just like me.  At this time, I demand that all comments not in favor of me being a quiet person should cease and desist!

Thank you so very, very much to everyone who called, sent a text, e-mailed, wrote on my facebook wall, tweeted, and/or left a comment on my blog.  Thank you to the church folks and family members that serenaded my life with prayers.  And of course, thank you to my friends and family, who, in spite of the difficult economy, still spent their money buying me gifts.  I am especially grateful to these bloggers and e-friends:

To ChinnyN who sent me my peep toe booties.

To Rita who sent me Things Fall Apart by Chinua Achebe

To Myne Whitman who pleasantly surprised me with an autographed copy of her book, A Heart To Mend (which can be purchased here, by the way).

To Gabriel who sent me the beautiful necklace.

To 36 Inches of Brown Legs who sent me two books from my wish list.

I am extremely tempted at this time to mention what my close friends did and did not do.  I am tempted to list everyone's name and what they gave me and/or did for me .  I am even more tempted to mention Mr. Shoes and what he did, but I promised myself that nowhere in this post will the words 'Mr. Shoes' appear. I might be wrong, but I think I have failed woefully.

But best and most of all, I am thankful to God who has given me the best birthday gifts of all: life, health, faith, favor, grace, and blessings.

That said, I feel compelled to warn Funmie and Ibukun that failure to present me with birthday gifts soon will mean the termination of this oh-so-great friendship we have.  Speaking of Ibukun, this is the cake she bought me (and no, it does not count as a birthday gift).  I could not take a picture of the entire inscription in one shot, but just in case you don't get it, it reads, 'PAIN IN THE ASS'  So you see how they treat me???

If you have read this and now feel a little guilty for not sending me a gift, despair not, for I will be accepting gifts till January, 13th 2011.  And, of course, there are lots and lots of gifts for you to choose from.  Take a look here.

But before you do, please vote on this week's poll.

Officially Older - It's My Birthday

Once again, I have officially gotten older.  The signs are blinding.  My face is smoother.  My skin is nicer.    My lips are softer.  My breasts are perkier.  Aaah.  The look of old age.

There's a certain kind of mmph that 2010 has come with.  My words must sound like a cliche, so I won't dwell too much on it - the mmph.  We'll revisit this mmph on or by January 14th, 2011, God-willing.  There is also a certain kind of gratefulness and gratitude I am compelled to express to God, but I cannot quite fathom the words to do so.  I don't remember feeling this grateful and hopeful on my birthday last year.  Maybe it's all the Snickers bars I've been eating.  But I really doubt it.  It's God.

I started receiving text messages, Facebook e-mails, and Facebook wall notes since four days ago.  At first, I speculated that maybe there are parts of the world that are three to four days ahead of the part of the world I live.  I have since concluded that this isn't true, and that people are in fact sending me messages in advance because, well, I am a very nice person.  What more could it be?  Some may argue that it has something to do with me harassing people with my birthday wish list, but seriously, what do they know?

To prove my point, Tigeress just sent me a text to wish me a happy birthday, and in it, she addressed me as "Sweetie."  Now, if this isn't a proof of my niceness, and of her love for me, of course, tell me what is?

On that note, I'll be leaving you with a stern reminder of my birthday wish list.  Lots of gifts are still available for your buying and gifting pleasure.  In an earlier post, I promised to trade in Funmie and/or Busola for my number one (1) and.or two (2) gift.  Well, you're in luck!  Act now (as in, buy me a gift right now), and you'll also get Busola's husband and son FOR FREE!!!  But that's not all!  As a bonus, I'll also throw in my friend, Deola.  What can I say?  I'm generous.

So off I go.

You're welcome to contact me through any (and all) of the following means:

Cell phone: 1.443.934.9039 (calls and texts)

E-mail: vera@verastic.com

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Twitter: Twitter.com/verastic

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In Preparation For Getting Older

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow, I'll officially be plus one.

I feel --- I feel --- I feel ---

I don't know how I feel.  In about twenty-four hours, I will know.

I can't believe I'll be getting older.  Only yesterday, I was fifteen.  I still look fifteen.  Well, that's what I like to tell myself.

So, yes, tomorrow, I'll officially be plus one.

And I'll be accepting gifts.  Lots and lots of it.  My wish list is still very active.

So, of course, you're very welcome to send me something.

In the interest of peace, I advise that you should.

If it sounds like I'm begging for gifts, you're probably hearing things because Vera Ezimora would never, ever solicit for gifts.

Except this one time --- and all the other past times.

And, all the other times that are yet to come.

So there.

And, of course, I'll update tomorrow.

I dare not leave you hanging.

Priceless - Episode 3

Compiling The List ----> - $100

Losing sleep and staying awake instead to tweet about The List -----> - $500 (for sleep medication)

Receiving a gift from a loyal listener of Verastically Speakin' and reader of Verastically Livin' -----> +$200 (Gift #21 came from Chinny.  Thanks, honey!!)

Realizing the receipt did not include all the digits of her credit card (so no ordering of the Rav-4 online with Chinny's credit card) ---> -$24, 665

Anticipating more gifts from The List  ----> +$50, 000

Finding a man who offered to buy me a brand new Rav-4 ----> +$24, 665

Finding out I'd have to give him "a bouncing baby boy" first ---> PRICELESS!!!

There are some things in life money can't buy (like shame).  But for everything else, there is Mastercard ... to stay perfectly lodged in Mr. Shoes' wallet, to be taken out of said wallet, with or without his consent, and to be taken to the Toyota office to do God-knows-what.

Read Priceless - Episode 1

Read Priceless - Episode 2

P.S. Just in case you have forgotten, my birthday is coming up in four days time, and of course, I am still receiving gifts.  Have you seen The List lately?  It has grown --- for your buying pleasure, of course.

P. P. S. No, I cannot give a bouncing baby girl either, or any kind of baby, bouncing or not, in exchange for a gift.

P.P.P.S. I will, however, gladly trade Funmie and/or Busola for the number one and/or the number two gift on The List.  Deal?

These Are A Few Of My Favorite Love-Needs

Number 2: He must be crazy about me and not be afraid to show it.

Number 3: He must have an uncanny sense of humor and be able to understand my jokes.

Number 5: He must be 100% faithful to me.

Number 6: He must miss me always.

Number 11: He must be supportive of my career.  That means helping me to edit, and not picking fights with me over the content.

Number 12: He must be willing - in fact, eager - to do some subtle public display of affection like a kiss here and there (a kiss on my forehead or cheeks), his hand in my back pocket, his hand on my thigh while we're at the table, etc.

Number 14: He must not be abusive to me (physically, emotionally, verbally, financially, etc).

Number 16: He must be 100% attracted to me.

Number 21: He must be vulnerable.  It is part of being human.

Number 27: Finally, he must be the one God designated for me and me alone.  He must be my soul mate.

Written on Wednesday, December 17th 2008

11:10 am.

These are a few of my favorite love needs ... from my love list.  It's been over a year since I wrote this love list.  Obviously, these are only a few of the things on the list.  I have not edited this list since I composed it, and in putting it on this blog, I have not changed anything either.  Reading the entire list, I couldn't help but laugh.  I cannot say for sure that my desires have or have not changed since December 17th 2008, but I will certainly re-evaluate my list.

Certain things would have to be reworded - like number 11 where I said I need him to support my career by helping me edit.  That wouldn't be fair.  Of course, I still need him to support my career, but editing is not the only way for him to show support.  Simply being there, patting me on the back - or preferably, kissing me on the forehead, lips, and neck, in that order ... or simultaneously -  and saying, 'Way to go,' will get the job done, too.

After what has seemed like a long break, but was actually just two weekends, Verastically Speakin' Talk Radio will be resuming its regular schedule this Saturday at 10am [U.S. EST. & 4pm Nigerian time).  It'll be a two-hour show; the first hour will be dedicated to the lists we keep in life [New Year's resolutions, love lists, to-do lists, goals' lists, etc].  The second half hour will be spent talking about Umar Farouk AbdulMutallab.

As I promised last year, I'll be serenading you with a lot of new co-hosts.  This week's co-host is Just Joxy, and she'll be co-hosting all the way from U.K.

Keep in mind that only one hour is dedicated to each topic, so call on time, but before you call, please know what you want to say, so we can move faster.

Click here on Saturday to listen to the show.

Questions/comments?  radio@verastic.com <<>> 1.443.934.9039

Follow me on Twitter for updates.

On that note, please go and vote in the polls.  There are two of them for this week.  From the results so far, it appears that either people do not know what a love list is, or they just don't call it a love list.  Please vote!!  And wake up early on Saturday morning; it's time to have your Verastic.  *wink, wink*

Oh, how could I forget?   It's exactly one week before my birthday.  Have you seen "The List" lately?  It's grown.  Go and order my birthday gift now... while supplies last.  Let me know if you need a home address (instead of a P. O. BOX)

Now, go vote!!!

Some Things Are Better Left Unsaid (2)

...And, of course, this is one of those things.  Especially since there is a very likely chance that the people I'm writing about will read this.  I know for a fact that some of them read my blog.

But seriously, women who tie gigantic traditional scarves to church, all in the name of Thanksgiving - or whatever it is they might have in mind when they wear these things - should be made to sit at the back!  As one who is a fan of the big scarves - the wider, the better - I have to say that I was not finding it funny yesterday when I could literally not see anything in front of me - apart from a scarf, that is.

I know and understand the euphoria - and I use the word, euphoria, sparingly - behind tying a huge scarf.  Really, I do.  I don't mind wearing one to a social event.  Once, I even wore a really big one to church, but I have to be selfish here and say that I do not want one of those scarves in front of me.  In my defense, of course, I only wore the gigantic scarf to church once.

After carefully looking at a few women's scarves today, I came to a logical (but slightly radical and even debatable) conclusion: these women do it on purpose!

Some of these scarves don't even have the artistic factor anymore.  No longer do you look at them and marvel.  Well, you marvel, but for a different reason.  You marvel at some of them because they look like their owners just folded them - perfectly, might I add, placed them on their heads, and then, somehow, inflated them up with air.  So now, they just look like ballooned squares that are busting out at all their corners.

Now, I have to do is make sure that all the big-scarf-wearing women in my church don't see this post.  That shouldn't be too difficult. All I have to do is make sure they don't go anywhere close to the world wide web.  That, too, shouldn't be too difficult.  It's just a few hundred women after all.  *Gulp*


Read Some Things Are Better Left Unsaid (1) here

On The First Day Of 2010

My readers, friends, and family asked of me, "What do you want for your birthday?"

Oh, come on!  You knew the day was coming; you knew I couldn't celebrate my birthday without giving you the list, the birthday list, the one you have been secretly, unconsciously dying to have.  Yes, that list.  In my usual manner, I have taken the pain to put this oh-so-verastic list together.  You're going to love it!  You're going to be eager to just buy, buy, buy.  Of course, I'll gladly let you buy me more than one gift.  Unlike last year's gift list, this one is not full of perfumes.  I think that's what happens when you grow up.

The List:

*** Update: Number 21 has been purchased.
*** Update: Number 10 has been purchased.
*** Update: Number 9 has been purchased.
*** Update: Number 17 has been purchased.

1.  The Nikon D90.  Ever since I saw Ashton Kutcher in the commercial, I have wanted needed this camera.  Oh, I can only imagine the kind of chemistry we would have.  12.9 megapixels of beauty.  Picture courtesy of Best Buy.

2.  Toyota Rav-4: It was a tough decision, but I decided to only add the Rav-4 to my birthday wish list this year. With the state of the economy, I thought it'd be rather insensitive to ask for a Range Rover.  I'm quite understanding, I know.  Picture courtesy of Toyota dot com.

3.  Motorola Cliq phone (in the winter white color): Both of my phones are a sorry sight.  My blackberry has gotten so bad that it now deletes my call records and text messages.  It's so old that instead of Blackberry, it now reads Blacky.  Picture courtesy of T-Mobile.

4.  Blackberry Bold 9700: I use two phones; they're both equally pathetic.  Trust me.  They're pathetic.  So, this Blackberry will replace my second phone.  Picture courtesy of T-Mobile.

5.  Sony Cyber Shot:: Why do I need this?  Because the camera I own is a D-SLR, so I can't just throw it into my purse and go anywhere I want to.  Sometimes, I'm somewhere and I want to take a picture for the blog, but there's no camera - except the phone camera, and well, I'd rather not use the phone camera to take pictures for my blog.  Picture courtesy of Best Buy.

6.  Sony Reader - Touch Edition: I have tried not to cave into this new technology; I have tried to keep doing the paper thing, but goodness, this is so much lighter.  Picture courtesy of Best Buy

7.  Kindle Wireless Reading Device (From Amazon): I actually prefer this one.  But, of course, I'm totally understanding and flexible. I'll gladly take either the Kindle or the Sony Reader - not both - but I do prefer the Amazon Kindle.  Unless you insist, of course, but please don't.  One is fine, really. Picture courtesy of Amazon.

8.  An external hard drive - 500 GB (Toshiba).  Considering how much I write, it is a shame that I do not own an external hard drive.  Yes, that means that nothing - absolutely nothing - is backed up.  So, if Nwoke Ocha were to decide to pack up right now, that would be it for me.  Picture courtesy of Best Buy.

9.  Things Fall Apart by Chinua Achebe: Believe it or not, I have never, ever read this book.  Sure, I know the story, but that's just because I watched the movie (with Pete Edochie starring as Okonkwo), and of course, many are the things that have been said about this great novel --- and the one who wrote it.  So now, I want it for myself.  Picture courtesy of Amazon.

10.  The Lion And The Jewel by Wole Soyinka: Nope, have not read this either.  *sigh*  Picture courtesy of Amazon.

11.  Cuff Down Ankle Boots from Bakers: These Western boots are made for walking.  I want to walk in them!  Who is buying?  I wear a size 9, BUT let's be safe and go with a 10.  Picture courtesy of Bakers Shoes.

12.  These peep-toe pumps: I don't know this obsession I have with peep toe shoes, but it's gotta stop.  Okay, it doesn't have to stop right now.  I just love them.  What else is there to say?

13.  I want to carry this bag.  Enough said.  Courtesy of Macy's.

14.  Liz Claiborne Marietta sunglasses: Simple.  Not too flashy.  Me likes.  Picture courtesy of Macy's.

15.  A/X Armani Exchange Sunglasses: I love, love, LOVE these glasses.  I love them better than the previous one (number 14).  I can just imagine myself on a hot summer day.  HAWT!  Picture courtesy of Macy's

16.  Efuru by Flora Nwapa.  This, too, is another book that I need to read.  So who wants to help mama?  Mama being me, of course.  Picture courtesy of Amazon.

17.  That Devil's No Friend Of Mine by J. D. Mason.  I love J. D. Mason.  I think she's a brilliant writer.  I don't remember the name of the first book I read from her, but I loved it.  I have loved everything from her since then.  Picture courtesy of Amazon.

18.  Be Careful What You Pray For by Kimberla Lawson Roby: I love her books, too.  It's usually dramatic and family oriented, the kind of stuff that happens to regular people.  It's almost like a Nigerian movie, and by that, I'm referring to the good Nigerian movie, not the ones that insult our intelligence.  Picture courtesy of Amazon.

19.  God Only Knows by Xavier Knight. I have never read anything from this author, but something about the name of the book, and even the name of the author just makes me want to grab it and read it right now.  Picture courtesy of Amazon.

20.  Elaine boots from Baker's Shoes.  I really, really like them.  No, seriously, I like them.  Size 10, please.  Goodness.  I'll look so hot in them.  Don't you think?  Picture courtesy of Baker's Shoes.

21.  Caden peep toe boots from Baker's Shoes.  I have admired these boots from afar, and I have thought to myself, "Why would I need peep toe boots?"  But recently, I saw a pair of peep toe boots that I just couldn't stop looking at.  Hence, my new love for the peep toe booties.  Picture courtesy of Baker's Shoes.

22.  Lancome Teint Idole Ultra foundation.  I've been using this foundation since Lancome jazzed me in 2008.  After I bought their ridiculously expensive eye pencil, I took it back and bought this foundation instead.  It's been love ever since.  Well, I need a new one.  I need it in the Suède 1 (N) color (not to be confused with the Suede On color).  In the picture below, I highlighted the color, and by the left, where you'll select the color, my color is the one with the highlighted (yellow) frame (the last one on the leftest column).  Picture courtesy of Macy's.

23.  Nintendo Wii.  I don't remember if I had this on my wish list last year, but I know I've been wanting this for quite a while.  Well, here's your chance to do me good :-)  Picture courtesy of Best Buy.

24.  Sony - Xplod 52W x 4 Apple: The CD player in my car is crappy.  It's way too sensitive for my liking, but that's only the beginning of the problem.  It goes off right in the middle of the song, and I think it does it on purpose too, because it always waits till the song gets to my favorite part ... and then pffft.  It's off.  Picture courtesy of Best Buy.

25.  Sony Handycam camcorder: Wouldn't it be nice, if I could serenade you with videos??  Exactly!  So this is where and how this camcorder comes into play.  Picture courtesy of Best Buy.

26.  If you feel like none of these is expensive enough, I'll gladly welcome the cash you would have spent on a gift.



**** List will continuously be updated till June 30th 2010.  On June 30th 2010, the new birthday wish list (for 2011) will start being compiled.  Happy buying.

Happy New Year .... once again.

Oh, how could I forget?!  You need my address!

P. O. BOX 7893

Essex, MD 21221

United States of America.

This Is It

For 2009.

This year, like all the ones before it, has been unpredictable.  I want to tell you about how I had good times and bad times, how I went to bed crying and woke up laughing, how I got so frustrated so many times that certain things were not how and where I wanted them, how I sat in my car and cried to myself, and to God, and then, wiped my tears and came inside the house with a counterfeit smile plastered on my face because I did not want mom to be worried.  I want to tell you about how I stayed financially-challenged throughout the entire year, but somehow, I always managed to make it by, and at the end, I even had some change.  But I won't tell you these things.J

Today is the 29th day of December.  In two days, the year will be over.  Still, I am expectant.  There are things I asked begged asked and begged God to do that He has not done, and since, to Him, a day is like a thousand years, and a thousand years are like a day [2 Peter 3:8], I'll keep my hands open for His blessings and favor.

As I reflect on the 116 posts I put up this year - the post you're currently reading makes it 117 - I cannot help but reflect on the state of my mind when I put those posts up.  Here are some of them, in chronological order: I think about my post on February 2nd, the one where I celebrated my blog's anniversary by answering everyone's questions.  And I think of Valentine's Day, a day that started out being as plain as Thursday, a day I planned on staying home and saturating my mind with Nigerian movies that test and insult my intelligence, and a day that ended up being the best Valentine's Day of my life.

And I think about April 1st, and how I blogged about my engagement, the one that never happened.  I enjoyed the comments so much that I almost forgot I was not even engaged.  Sometimes, my ring finger feels empty, as if something is missing.  Strange.  How can it miss what it has never had?  And I think about May 7th, the day I blogged about the shoes that fit.  That was the day Mr. Shoes got his famous name.  I love the name, by the way.  

I think about the launch of my online radio on June 23rd, and I think about the fickleness of my voice and the anxiety of my heart, and I cannot help but smile at the overwhelming support I received that day, and all the days that have followed.  And I think about July 5th, and the emotions with which I blogged about the home-going of Mommy Shoes (Mr. Shoes' mom) who left us on June 20th.  It was with sadness, reluctance, grief, anger, and an understandable but questionable sense of betrayal by God that I put that post up.  

And on October 20th, I blogged about the 17-day fun I had with Mr. Shoes, the private resort he took me to, the Shawarma Pita I tasted for the first time, the almost-revolting tall cup of tea he made me drink because of my cold, and my inability to pass said cold on to him (Oh, I didn't mention this inability in that post).  And finally, on December 4th, I featured a few generous vendors who offered some wonderful discounts on their products.  It was my first time featuring vendors, and by God's grace, I'll do it again.

I apologize for the rather extensive post.  The point of it is to say Thank You.  Thank You for all your love and support, and to show my appreciation, I now present you - yes, you, dear reader - with this certificate of appreciation (click on certificate to magnify it).

***See you in 2010!  Happy New Year!!!***

Merry Christmas... And A Nigerian Terrorist???

All day yesterday, I felt guilty: I didn't come on my blog to say Merry Christmas to you wonderful folks.  For Christmas, I had planned on cooking some pasta and calling it a day.  But Aribaba (of Jaguda dot com) happened.  And that was how I ended up cooking another pot of efo soup.  He came with his friend, AK, and well, I hope I fed them well--- although I was unable to provide the fourteen virgins - seven for each - he wanted to serve the food.  I should have taken a picture of the pounded-yam that I ordered them to completely demolish before going home.  Better luck next time.

After they left, the day was pretty much normal, just passing by --- until I heard the breaking news: a terror attempt on U.S. airliner, Delta/Northwest by a Nigerian.  Nigerian?!  Terrorist?!  As in, the suicide kind?  As in, he was going to die in the process?  As in, he was a Nigerian attempted suicide-bomber?  Oh, but this doesn't fit the Nigerian's M.O.

1. A typical Nigerian, even an extremist Muslim one, will not lay his/her life down for any cause.  
2. If a Nigerian would lay his life for a cause, it would be for the cause of money, and that happens when he/she sells his/her soul to the devil for wealth, agreeing to die in a specified number of years.
3. The only terror Nigerians are good at - and I use the word, good, sparingly - is 419.

I have to say, I never really thought I would see the day that Nigeria and terrorism would be mentioned in the same sentence --- seriously. Up until yesterday, the only time I had heard Nigeria and terrorism mentioned in the same sentence was when jokes were made about why Nigerians cannot be terrorists. (Please see number 1, 2, and 3 above).

Twenty-three year old Umar Farouk Abdulmutallab has done us strong thing. I am tempted to start singing, na who born the maga?!  Apart from Nigeria, it seems like every other nation generally sees Nigerians as aggressive, arrogant, fraudulent, sons of you-know-what.  Now, they must begin to see us as aggressive, arrogant, fraudulent, terrorist sons of you-know-what.  Great.  That's just the way to rebrand Nigeria.  Oh, what will Dr. Dora Akunyili say?

I wish, hope, and pray deeply that Abdulmutallab turns out not to be a Nigerian.  I hope he's just an extremist who sneaked into Nigeria and managed to get our passport.  Still, Nigeria has been implicated.  He did board the plane from Lagos, Nigeria.  Speaking of Lagos, CNN ought to learn how to pronounce the word.  It's not Lo-gos, and it's not Lah-gos.  It's Lay-gos, darn it!  They can pronounce Shanghai and Beijing.  Lay-gos shouldn't be that difficult.  Seriously.

So, it's all over the news that Nigeria's airport security sucks.  Maybe this will get the Nigerian government to beef up security?  Okay, fine, you're right.  Who the heck am I kidding?  The thought of flying between States in Nigeria is scary enough; you have to constantly think of the well-being of the aircraft.  Now, we also have to worry about what lunatic they might have let slip by.  Great.

Thankfully, I have a solution: I'm flying in with a private jet!

In Preparation For Marriage (2)

"When a woman puts too much salt in her food, it is a sign that she is in love..."

- Spoken by Vera Ezimora's mom - day and date, forgotten.

While everyone else was baking, dissecting, and eventually, digesting a turkey for Thanksgiving Day, I was busy cooking, and then, eating okra soup.  First of all, I don't eat turkey.  Secondly, I love okra soup - when I cook it.  Lastly, I had been craving okra soup for so long, and Thanksgiving Day seemed like the perfect time to have some.

Dare I say that the soup was oh-so-good!  It was finger-licking, head-spinning, orgasm-causing good.  Yes, it was that good.  I don't know what I put in it, but if any man had dared to eat it, he would have begged me to let him pay quadruple on my bride price.  I did, naturally, consider getting several men to eat it, but the soup was just so darn good.  I could not get myself to share it.  Not to worry, the hands that cooked the soup are neither weary nor limp.  Forget about juju (black magic), this soup, littered with mouth-watering pieces of oxtail, tripe, and goat meat, is the best, safest, most assured way to get that proposal those proposals.

This past weekend, I decided to cook some efo soup; it was my very first time cooking efo soup.  If I had known it was such an effortless activity, I would have done it sooner.  I cooked a rather small pot of soup because it was my trial soup, and I was not sure how it would turn out.  I'm not sure how well to convey the goodness of this soup.  Well, let me put it this way: my mom literally chased me around the kitchen island.  Yes, she wanted more of my efo soup.

My only regret is that I did not cook a bigger pot of soup.  Oh, the other regret is that I did not have any pounded yam, so I had to eat it with farina.  Sigh. Farina just doesn't have the same effect as pounded yam.  It does not glide.  It just passes through.  You probably don't need me to tell you that this soup, too, is a sure husband getter.  And permanent keeper.  I just need to cook both soups, and then, go to a male-infested, testosterone-breeding ground and serve it to them.  Unfortunately, the male bathroom is not suitable.  Some other time, I guess.

I don't typically eat fufu with a fork, but I was typing, so I needed both hands.  Besides, Nwoke Ocha (my laptop) is white.

The last time I prepped for marriage, I blogged about it - In Preparation For Marriage - and at the end of my prep, which was for onugbu (bitterleaf) soup, mom said I didn't do anything, that all I did was take pictures, and that we need to do it again.  I did not agree then.  But considering that I now do not recall anything I may have learned about the principles and techniques of cooking onugbu soup, it appears that we I need to do it again.

Grandma thought my okra soup was a bit salty, although she was the only one who thought that.  Everyone else, especially me, thought it was okay.  Mom thought it was not salty, but even if it was, she had a perfectly good explanation, and that's the quote up there, at the beginning of this post.

My response to mom's comment: No Comments.

Tell Me....

What to blog about.  What do you want me to tell you today?  I actually have a list of things in my head that I could possibly blog about, but while my spirit is willing, my body fails me.  My mind does not want to think, and even if it did, my fingers don't want to type.  My body, would rather do other things, including, but not limited to... and in no particular order:

• Going back to continue Chimamanda Adichie's book, The Thing Around Your Neck
• Putting up that Facebook status, asking people what they want me to talk about in ten hours time on the Randomisity show on Verastically Speakin' (co-hosted by Ray & NaijaBloke).
• Compiling my Christmas and birthday list.
• Finishing that Christmas article...that would have to be published before Christmas, or else it would defeat the purpose of being a Christmas article.  Hmm.  Today is already the 19th.
• Blogging about the e-friends I've met in the past two weeks.
• Replying those e-mails that have been waiting for me.
• Uploading the music file needed for tomorrow's radio show.
• Reminding my God again about my problems.  
• Or reminding my problems again about my God?
• Saying screw it and going straight to bed.

So you see, I have no idea what I should blog about today.  Why don't you tell me what you want to know?  Meanwhile, I'll be on the radio in approximately ten hours.  It's the last show of the year, and it's going to be totally random, so feel free to call in [1.646.929.1905]- for five minutes - and tell me whatever the heck you want to - like maybe what you want me to blog about.

Tell me...

SexLoveBlogsVerasticTigerWoodsNigeriaRadioExesCallersMarriageDiasporaMr.ShoesVirginityAffairs

That's as random as we're going to be on Saturday on Verastically Speakin' Talk Radio.  Whatever it is you want to talk about ... bring it on!!!  It's the last show for 2009, and I guess it's my own little way of saying thank you to everyone.

So, whatever it is you want to talk about, let's talk about it!  On Saturday, December 19th 2009, the show will be random.  To minimize confusion, the show, unlike the title of this post, is called Randomisity - Phase 1 (It's phase 1 because sometime in the future, there will be a second phase --- of course!).  Ray and NaijaBloke will be co-hosting with me.  I hope I'll be safe.

It's a two-hour show.  Let's call it the season finale, shall we? Call in and talk about whatever it is - perhaps an unresolved issue from a previous show?  A question about one of my previous posts?  Tiger Woods and his many concubines?  Yaradua --- the President ... or the snail?  Marriage?  Singlehood?  Nigeria?  Sex?  Relationships?  Bloggers?  Previous co-hosts?  Want to be a future co-host?  Facebook?  Verastic question - whatever that might mean?  Food?  Ray's password?  What I want for my birthday (January 14th)?      Money?  Career choices?  Nollywood?  Suggestions for 2010?  Maybe you just want to sing for five minutes?  Or perhaps, recite a love poem or read a love letter?  What is it???

Whatever it might be, you have five minutes of our time.  So, think wisely before you call.  Think about the exact thing you want to talk about because when your five minutes are up, we have to move on to the next person.  Two hours may seem like a long time, but considering the history of this show, two hours will go by like two minutes.

Can't call in but want us to discuss your question/issue?  E-mail it before Saturday.  E-mails will be addressed on a first-come first-serve basis. <<>> radio@verastic.com.  Alternatively, you could text it 1.443.934.9039

P.S. If you cannot listen via the web here, you can just call the number > 1.646.929.1905 < and listen.  I won't put you on the air unless you actually want to speak.

P.P.S. However, listening online does have its perks: the chat room! They're crazy in there.

P.P.P.S. Some people have been asking what shows are coming up in 2010.  Everything listed on the left side bar [that has neither been scheduled nor crossed out] is fair game.  So, if you're interested in co-hosting, e-mail me >> radio@verastic.com

Talk to you at 10am U.S. EST time (4pm Nigerian time) on Saturday, December 19th 2009 here.  Call 1.646.929.1905 to join the conversation.

Mr. Shoes Is Having An Affair...

...with Rosie!

The thing is, I don't think she knows about it.

It all started on August 22nd of this year when Rosie co-hosted with me for the Female, Accomplished, Over 30, and Single show.  That was Rosie's debut on the Verastically Speakin' Talk Radio.  Mr. Shoes listened to that show as usual, and he loved it.  He later told me that Rosie was his favorite co-host because he liked her voice.

A few weeks ago, we [Mr. Shoes and I] were planning the upcoming shows, and when I mentioned that I wanted to have Rosie co-host yesterday's show [Naija, Here I Come], Mr. Shoes's face brightened up, and we had this conversation:

Him: Rosie is co-hosting?

Me: Yeap.

Him: Does she know I like her voice?

Me: (laughing) Yes, she knows actually.  I told her.

Him: Does she like mine too?

If looks could make pigs fly, the look I gave Mr. Shoes would have certainly caused a scene in a few barnyards that day.

Last week, Mr. Shoes and I were once again planning the shows for the first quarter of 2010 when he recommended Rosie for one of the shows that we need a married person for.

Me: Oh, Rosie won't be able to do it.  She's not married.  We need a married person, remember?

Him: Rosie is not married? *eyebrows arched very high in his forehead*

Me: No.

Him: She's single??? *verbal enthusiasm*

Me: Yeah.

Him: Oh, wow.

(He must have forgotten that the first show she co-hosted was about being single.  Well, so much for the love, Mr. Shoes!  No, I am not jealous.  *rolling eyes at 300 miles per hour*)

I have thought about these occurrences, and I have decided that there is only one way for me to fix it: I'm going after Turtle (Rosie's man).

Dear Rosie, please release his digits RIGHT NOW!!!

P.S. Shows for 2010 are currently being planned and scheduled, and I'm interested in having new voices.  radio@verastic.com

P.P.S. I'm still waiting for those digits, Rosie.  Turtle and I have to talk!

Oh, How I've Been Spoiled!

I stopped by the local 7-11 yesterday to get something when the alarm on my car suddenly went off. To cut the already short story shorter, my car's remote does not work anymore! May I be completely honest with you? Okay, I'll be honest. I cried when I found out. I've gotten so used to just pressing the remote and getting in and out of the car. How in the world am I supposed to start locking the car by pressing the button inside the door and then unlocking it with a key before getting in?

Let me explain: I am not the kind of girl who should be trusted with locking her car by pressing that button. I mean... this is the girl who gets to her destination, puts the car in park and steps out before she remembers that she has to turn the car off and take the keys out of the ignition. Sometimes, I even attempt to step out of the car before putting it in park! So how can I be trusted to press that button when I'm supposed to? I'm so paranoid about locking my keys inside the car. The poor car - whose name is Fotunatus - has been so nice to me, but this time, he's really messed up!

There is obviously only one solution to this mighty problem. Is anyone thinking what I'm thinking? Yeap. I'm glad we're on the same page: I NEED A NEW CAR. The question is WHICH ONE?

P.S. Verastically Speakin' Talk Radio will be airing on Saturday at 10am U.S. EST. as usual. What should one expect when he/she travels to Nigeria from abroad? Heat? Multiple marriage proposals? (I actually like the sound of this ... *coughs*). Sudden relatives?? Or maybe much more. There's a poll. Actually, there are two polls. Vote if you haven't voted. Talk to you on Saturday morning! Rosie will be co-hosting.

P.P.S. If you're interested in co-hosting for 2010, now is the time to let me know. I am currently putting the schedule together. Thanks, folks!! radio@verastic.com

P.P.P.S. My birthday is coming up.

P.P.P.P.S. My birthday is coming up ---- on the 14th of January.

P.P.P.P.P.S. I should add 'new car' to my birthday list.

P.P.P.P.P.P.S. No, I should start by adding it to my Christmas list first.

P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S. I will name the new car, 'Serakus.' [pronounced se-rah-koos] I learnt it from an Igbo song.

P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S. Per the title of this post, there's actually nothing wrong with being spoiled. As long as I'm the one being spoiled. J

P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S. Talk to you on Saturday morning here J

P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S. There is no such thing as too many P.S.s --- which is why I have 10. Don't forget to vote.