Friday, August 12, 2011
Friday, May 14, 2010
The Endie.
'Honey you are so beautiful' he said. Placing emphasis on the 'SO'. "Awww you rock my world. From the first day I set my eyes on you I knew you were the one for me".
'Hmm...lame talks' I said in my head.
He shifted and made himself more comfortable on the seat which was unfortunately lacking in space. His over fed body took more than half of the seating space. Too bad it was the only available sitting area in the restaurant. My eyes darted around the fast food restaurant to see if there was any familiar face. Woe on me if anyone sees me in such a compromising position I thought.
I love your hair, do you know you know how to pick out the right shade of extensions for your complexion? He said, bringing up his fat fingers to touch some tendrils of my hair.
Bring on the rhymes brother, I thought. "Extensions for your complexion" All because you wanna get laid. I mentally cringed. "Stupid goat" I thought. Do you have to let the world know that my extensions are cheap? Haba!
Waiter! He bellowed. Stabbing the air with his chubby fingers.
A tall, handsome young man walked over to take our orders. His crispy white shirt beautifully molded his broad chest and his trousers flowed down his long frame almost endlessly. Damnnnn! I seethed under my breath. Why aren't guys like this waiter the ones with the cash?
My piggy companion was obviously intimidated by the waiter and his tone of voice instantly changed.
Waiter! He said. Get us some cold drinks and make sure you come back here with some ice-cubes to go along with the drinks.
Yes Sir! The handsome waiter said and turned to leave.
Not satisfied, Piggy called him back. Do you people serve gizzards?
No Sir! The waiter said.
How come you people don't serve gizzards eh? I should speak to your manager.
Ok Sir! The delicious waiter said.
While Piggy and the waiter were making conversations, in my mind a song started to churn up.
"E be fine boy O!
E be fine boy O!
You be fat boy O!
E be fine boy O!
You be fat boy O!"
Sweety?! Piggy called and I quickly snapped back to reality.
Yes Endie. I answered. He insisted I called him Endie an abbrevation of his name "Endurance". God, one had to endure to be with him. What a befitting name.
In a short while, the waiter brought back the drinks. The usually bottle of beer for Endie's type and orange juice for me. He quickly served us our drinks and scurried away as soon as he could.
Endie started rambling about his logistic business in China and how he intended to open a branch in New Jersey. I had a fixed smile on my face but his voice was slowly fading away.
I was back in my hostel with Moremi, a light skin beauty who knew the ways of the world. I see her as sophisticated and posh. To me, she had it all, beauty, brains and money.
She said she was moving off campus soon. Ikenna as she calls him is renting her an apartment and promising to buy her a car soon. I guess that is why I bought the idea of going out with Endie...fat Endie.
Moremi intoduced him to me two days ago when Ikenna and Endie came to pay her a visit. Ikenna's Range rover was parked in front of our hostel with Endie in the passenger seat while Moremi and Ikenna where leaning on the car. I said my hellos to both of them and was introduced to Endie before going to the hostel. It was later that evening she told me about his interest in me.
Two days later I was having lunch with him.
Sweety?! He called and brought me back to the present.
Oh Endie! I exclaimed with nervous laughter. By the way, the name is Tokunbo.
Tokunbo, Tosin, Tolumbo any which one, where were you?
I had endured enough. The name is T-O-K-U-N-B-O! I said picking up my hand bag. I could no longer pretend enjoying his company. Is this what babes go through to make huge bucks? Un-interesting company, men who forget their names and to top it up arrogant and not good looking? Enough!
I stood up, said my thanks to E-N-D-I-E and walked towards the entrance cum exit. To me, it was the "endie".
'Hmm...lame talks' I said in my head.
He shifted and made himself more comfortable on the seat which was unfortunately lacking in space. His over fed body took more than half of the seating space. Too bad it was the only available sitting area in the restaurant. My eyes darted around the fast food restaurant to see if there was any familiar face. Woe on me if anyone sees me in such a compromising position I thought.
I love your hair, do you know you know how to pick out the right shade of extensions for your complexion? He said, bringing up his fat fingers to touch some tendrils of my hair.
Bring on the rhymes brother, I thought. "Extensions for your complexion" All because you wanna get laid. I mentally cringed. "Stupid goat" I thought. Do you have to let the world know that my extensions are cheap? Haba!
Waiter! He bellowed. Stabbing the air with his chubby fingers.
A tall, handsome young man walked over to take our orders. His crispy white shirt beautifully molded his broad chest and his trousers flowed down his long frame almost endlessly. Damnnnn! I seethed under my breath. Why aren't guys like this waiter the ones with the cash?
My piggy companion was obviously intimidated by the waiter and his tone of voice instantly changed.
Waiter! He said. Get us some cold drinks and make sure you come back here with some ice-cubes to go along with the drinks.
Yes Sir! The handsome waiter said and turned to leave.
Not satisfied, Piggy called him back. Do you people serve gizzards?
No Sir! The waiter said.
How come you people don't serve gizzards eh? I should speak to your manager.
Ok Sir! The delicious waiter said.
While Piggy and the waiter were making conversations, in my mind a song started to churn up.
"E be fine boy O!
E be fine boy O!
You be fat boy O!
E be fine boy O!
You be fat boy O!"
Sweety?! Piggy called and I quickly snapped back to reality.
Yes Endie. I answered. He insisted I called him Endie an abbrevation of his name "Endurance". God, one had to endure to be with him. What a befitting name.
In a short while, the waiter brought back the drinks. The usually bottle of beer for Endie's type and orange juice for me. He quickly served us our drinks and scurried away as soon as he could.
Endie started rambling about his logistic business in China and how he intended to open a branch in New Jersey. I had a fixed smile on my face but his voice was slowly fading away.
I was back in my hostel with Moremi, a light skin beauty who knew the ways of the world. I see her as sophisticated and posh. To me, she had it all, beauty, brains and money.
She said she was moving off campus soon. Ikenna as she calls him is renting her an apartment and promising to buy her a car soon. I guess that is why I bought the idea of going out with Endie...fat Endie.
Moremi intoduced him to me two days ago when Ikenna and Endie came to pay her a visit. Ikenna's Range rover was parked in front of our hostel with Endie in the passenger seat while Moremi and Ikenna where leaning on the car. I said my hellos to both of them and was introduced to Endie before going to the hostel. It was later that evening she told me about his interest in me.
Two days later I was having lunch with him.
Sweety?! He called and brought me back to the present.
Oh Endie! I exclaimed with nervous laughter. By the way, the name is Tokunbo.
Tokunbo, Tosin, Tolumbo any which one, where were you?
I had endured enough. The name is T-O-K-U-N-B-O! I said picking up my hand bag. I could no longer pretend enjoying his company. Is this what babes go through to make huge bucks? Un-interesting company, men who forget their names and to top it up arrogant and not good looking? Enough!
I stood up, said my thanks to E-N-D-I-E and walked towards the entrance cum exit. To me, it was the "endie".
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Ethiope.
Ejiro was sitted by the Ethiope, tossing stones into the river. Memories floating through her head. She was here ten years ago,bathing in this same river,dancing and singing with glee but then she was not alone. She had Tobore by her side.
A handsome young man who was so much in love with her and could do almost anything for her.
Beside them were other river lovers, some swimming,racing while others were pounding their clothes to remove dirt with gusto.
She scurried around the water while Tobore tried to reach her. Her giggles and squeals of delight could be heard from afar. So innocent, so alive. The world was at her feet and she was it's mistress.
Tobore standing tall and light complexioned was the epitome of manhood and everything she ever dreamed him to be. A brother, a friend, a father and ultimately her lover. He could do no wrong, he was her all.
He studied the sciences while she was in the arts but they had the best of both worlds since they were both mentally compatible and could go on arguing for hours until Tobore would give up for the sake of peace for Ejiro must win. She was his all and he was hers.
Days turned into weeks and weeks to months and months to years and the ties grew stronger but fate always had a way of playing tricks on ordinary mortals. Ejiro became more adventurous and thought the world had so much to offer. Temptations were everywhere, why limit myself to the ordinary, she thought.
Ejiro wanted to see,touch,taste and to fly and the winds made it so easy,the allures of Tobore had become mere dust. The drummers of the world played fervently and she danced to their drum beats. A step forward, then another and another and soon she was running. The cries and pleas of Tobore fell on deaf ears. They were like noise to her compared to the sweet melodies of the drummers that she longed for like a dog digging for lost bones.
They world came with so many fascinations, the sight, the sounds, the smells, the feel, the pleasure and it's terrors but they didn't daunt her, instead they ignited a passion so strong that even the fearful cries of the dark wilds to her senses were like an enchanting perfume that must be smelt, savoured and enjoyed.
The blood in her veins were flowing quick and fast and there was no going back.
Tobore saw the future but not even the warnings he gave could stop Ejiro. Like a volcano she had erupted and could not be stopped until she had poured out her content but by the time she was done, it was too late. Tobore dis-enchanted had found another and her time was over.
She cried and pleaded, prayed and fasted. She became a shadow of herself but all she did, did not make him sway for his mind once made was like cement that had solidified. She suffered, she died and died again but just like the Ethiope, fast moving and one directional, he had flowed past. He said his goodbyes, looking her straight in the eyes without flinching. That was ten years ago, He has a wife now and a daughter.
Soft breeze slowly caressed her skin and she stood up fom where she sat, slowly throwing stones into the Ethiope. Tears on her cheeks and her dress slowy swaying to the breeze. She was ten years older, ten years wiser. Like water poured into the Ethiope, so was Tobore now to her. Forever gone never to come back.
A handsome young man who was so much in love with her and could do almost anything for her.
Beside them were other river lovers, some swimming,racing while others were pounding their clothes to remove dirt with gusto.
She scurried around the water while Tobore tried to reach her. Her giggles and squeals of delight could be heard from afar. So innocent, so alive. The world was at her feet and she was it's mistress.
Tobore standing tall and light complexioned was the epitome of manhood and everything she ever dreamed him to be. A brother, a friend, a father and ultimately her lover. He could do no wrong, he was her all.
He studied the sciences while she was in the arts but they had the best of both worlds since they were both mentally compatible and could go on arguing for hours until Tobore would give up for the sake of peace for Ejiro must win. She was his all and he was hers.
Days turned into weeks and weeks to months and months to years and the ties grew stronger but fate always had a way of playing tricks on ordinary mortals. Ejiro became more adventurous and thought the world had so much to offer. Temptations were everywhere, why limit myself to the ordinary, she thought.
Ejiro wanted to see,touch,taste and to fly and the winds made it so easy,the allures of Tobore had become mere dust. The drummers of the world played fervently and she danced to their drum beats. A step forward, then another and another and soon she was running. The cries and pleas of Tobore fell on deaf ears. They were like noise to her compared to the sweet melodies of the drummers that she longed for like a dog digging for lost bones.
They world came with so many fascinations, the sight, the sounds, the smells, the feel, the pleasure and it's terrors but they didn't daunt her, instead they ignited a passion so strong that even the fearful cries of the dark wilds to her senses were like an enchanting perfume that must be smelt, savoured and enjoyed.
The blood in her veins were flowing quick and fast and there was no going back.
Tobore saw the future but not even the warnings he gave could stop Ejiro. Like a volcano she had erupted and could not be stopped until she had poured out her content but by the time she was done, it was too late. Tobore dis-enchanted had found another and her time was over.
She cried and pleaded, prayed and fasted. She became a shadow of herself but all she did, did not make him sway for his mind once made was like cement that had solidified. She suffered, she died and died again but just like the Ethiope, fast moving and one directional, he had flowed past. He said his goodbyes, looking her straight in the eyes without flinching. That was ten years ago, He has a wife now and a daughter.
Soft breeze slowly caressed her skin and she stood up fom where she sat, slowly throwing stones into the Ethiope. Tears on her cheeks and her dress slowy swaying to the breeze. She was ten years older, ten years wiser. Like water poured into the Ethiope, so was Tobore now to her. Forever gone never to come back.
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Change!
Change they say is the one constant in life.
Have I changed?
I remember a few years ago I was talking about having a job and expressed my frustrations as a corper. Now things have changed beyond my imaginations.
Have I changed?
A question I still ask myself.
Events and experiences change people and I myself must say that indeed I have changed.
Maturity and life always leaves a mark on you.
I looked into the mirror a few days ago and I must say that I have packed on a few wrinkles. Wrinkles gotten from squinting my eyes to life's happenings.
Resulting from many a nights of long thoughts and sleeplessness.
They say the more success you come across the more responsibilities you have to shoulder. True talk!
I have learnt to be careful with my choices and that all that glitters is not gold.
I have more to say...I'll be back.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Encounters with Lord Mayor.
Vroooom! Vrooooom!! Vrooom!!! Came the familiar sound of the electric blue peugeot 504 salon car.Boy! We could tell it apart from a million other 504 cars without seeing it.Like termites we scurried for safety...no one wanted to be caught.The game of "Siwe" and "Otori" was instantly forgotten as all five of us ran through a single door at once.Heads ramming into the door,ribs jabbing at the door handle but that was a small price to pay compared to the licks from Lord Mayor's bulala.The dark piercing eyes of the all seeing Mayor always held promises of torture for the errant child.As far as we were all concerned, "Nor be me dem go catch!"Like Flash Gordon, I flew inside the house. Fiaaaam! I was atop my double decker bed, narrowly missing the rotating blades of the ceiling fan by an inch or two.I quickly picked up my fearsome looking mathematics text book...better to be seen calculating nothing than outside playing on the sand. The others feigned sleep or tidying their corners.Gbam! Gbam!! Gbam!!! Gbam!!! Went the door. All eyes locked, begging eachother to go open the door. I knew it definitely wasn't going to be me. Haba! Na me dem dey beat pass...so no shaking for my side at all... Simple! I nor dey move!Sister Sist had to go open the door,afterall na she be senior senior."why did you not open the door in time?" said Lord Mayor."Sorry Uncle" said Sister sist."Where are the children?" He said."They are in the room, Uncle." she said.Sitting on my bed I was silently rejoicing that I wasn't in Sister sist's shoes.Passing by the room,Lord mayor stopped and looked inside."What are you doing?" he bellowed.Those pretending to be asleep and the likes of me calculating fake mathematics responded in different manners."How was your day?""Fine!" we all chorused."My dear welcome" I heared mama say.I felt a deep sickening sensation in the bottom of my stomach...I felt like visiting the toilet.Earlier in the day I had been rude to Mama and I knew she wasn't going to spare me.It was like she took delight in waiting for Lord Mayor to get home, so that she can download the events of the day to him.I was asked to wash bitter leaf but was adamant on not doing it."Na onle me dey this house sef?" I grumbled."Oya come wash this bitterleaf!" she screamed." Na onle me...na onle me? Every time na so so me them dey send...you nor see oda pipo? Na onle me?Before I know wetin dey happen my Old lady don root water cane from back of kitchen door. Una trust me na...like Ben johnson I take off. Being a former secondary school sprinter she chased after me like Carl Lewis.Being smaller and quicker I ran to the guava tree in the compound, quickly climbed it and went to the highest branch.She screamed and cursed but I felt nothing. As far as I was concerned,I was a heroine...no shaking...odi odi for Mummy!"Make your papa come back first, you go hear whinnn!".In my mind I was saying...Ehen make e be!...You nor fit catch me...yawa for you...hehehehehe! Believe me, I lived on that tree for the next three hours until I was sure I was safe to come down. That was seven hours ago. she totally ignored me but I knew an encounter with Lord Mayor was inevitable.Dinner tasted like sawdust...my favorite,Dodo and fried beans but I couldn't stomach it. Both Mayor and mummy behaved as if nothing happened but I knew something was amis...I could feeeel it.After waiting for another four hours, I fell asleep.I felt slaps on my thigh in the middle of the night. "Oya wake up...wake up!"I rubbed my eyes with my knuckles...Hen! Hen! I muttered."Get up!" Wetin happen between you and your Mummy today?" I looked beside him and saw the koboko dancing as if it were alive in his left hand.Behind him was Mummy,there was a smile on Mama's lips...she said; "Shey you think sey na you sabi climb tree pass?""Mummy abeg naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" Lord mayor was coming closer...closer...closer...Chei! My own don finish!
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
So...I learnt.
I'm hunched, bent double...
Tears flowing down my face, my nose congested and my throat full of phlegm.
My body trembling from the spasms of my sobs.
My heart is so heavy... I feel like dying.
I have been slandered,
I have been shamed,
I have been isolated but I keep going on.
Tears is no more my companion but a way of relief.
The tingling sensations in my head does not make me stupid but alive.
I still feel the pain but I'm getting numb.
The memories are there but I now remember with a smile.
The words are in my head but they are faint.
I perceive the smells but no longer with trepidation.
The wounds are healing but I carry the scar.
You punnished me but made me strong.
You took my innocence but taught me Neoteny.
You flung me in the air to crash and break but I'm still standing.
You taunted me but I turned them to praises.
You can conquer me...but I learnt to stoop to conquer.
I met you, will be in you and will leave you but you taught me to make my mark.
Life...So I learnt.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
La Nostalgie!
Floating out of my dreams.
The tunes of old that brings back "La Nostalgie".
Chants and fables under the moonlight, staring into the face of Grandma in wonderment. Crickets chirping with their familiar tunes that have transcended ages.
How I long for those days, when I sucked at hails with innocence.
Savouring the taste of mixed elements with wide eyes.
Imagining how a lover's embrace would feel like (sighs).
Giving myself kisses on the mirror...phatoming what another's lips would taste like.
La Nostalgie!
It's called Human Nature...
Greed emanating from their pores...
Characters marred with atrocities...
Mouths drooling with curses...
Minds contaminated with viruses...
Women spreading their tighs in wanton abandon...
Men plunging without remorse...
Feotuses swimming in compost pits...
Brothers killing brothers...
Sisters with no mercy...
Families turning against one another...
Friends sticking knives behind another...
Societies going decadent...
Governments comatosed...
Countries armed in battles...
The earth decomposing with poisons...
Suffering perculating and brewing...
Ooooh cut me some slacks! It's called human nature Sooo...???
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Gone with the wind.
Boom! he came into my life! Shattering boulders built over time. Tall, dark skinned and dimple cheeked.
His voice strokes my ears like ancient melodies. Intoxicating me like fine wine...making my knees tremble with complex emotions. Eyes that glitters like diamonds...mischief lurking in it's depth.
Oh, Sweet Jesus! Where are my defences? I took pride in being hard...a lady with the force of steel.
He comes and with a wave of his hands, everything turned to dust. My resistance is gone with the wind.
Oh, Dear Mama! Give me words of wisdom. On quick sand I stand...with every move I sink.
I try to run...I sink. I try to hide...I sink. I struggle...I sink. Oh, Save my soul! Save my soul!
I long for his caresses. His breath dancing on my skin. Phatoming what his kiss might taste like.
Oh shake me off this madness! I pray...I beg!
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Life Oh Life!
I've been away for so long. I remember seeking for a job sometime last year and by chance,I got the best thing that ever happened to me. I became a radio broadcaster.
I never knew what was coming to me...loads of fun and lots of hard work (laugh). No! I am not complaining. I love it...I really do.But as they say the higher you go the bigger your responsibilities. I found out that I am now responsible for alot of people out there.I say this with joy and great humility.I wish to be the best I can be for those who listen to me out there and to give them the best of me.You aint seen nothing yet!
I never knew what was coming to me...loads of fun and lots of hard work (laugh). No! I am not complaining. I love it...I really do.But as they say the higher you go the bigger your responsibilities. I found out that I am now responsible for alot of people out there.I say this with joy and great humility.I wish to be the best I can be for those who listen to me out there and to give them the best of me.You aint seen nothing yet!
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
The Other Woman.
Single or Married the other woman seems to be lurking some where. Either in the physical or your subconcious.Who is this other woman? She is the one who desperately wants what you have. Praying for a slip that will send your man flying into her arms. Honey sweet arms that will lure him into an abyss...a journey that you cannot phatom the end. Oh you other woman! Your tongue is full of sweet lies. The fiery seduction of your wanton eyes. The curves of your decietful lips, slowly provoking even the most decent of men. Your hips sashay in sinful rythms. Circling your head is the halo of sodom. Your speech a two edged sword...destined to destroy.
You, other woman! A natural born Jezebel. Thou deserves a stone thrown at you....your eyes be scratched and torn out from thy socket. But before you act, take a trip to the mirror and look deep into your own eyes and you will see...the other woman lurks in you too.
You, other woman! A natural born Jezebel. Thou deserves a stone thrown at you....your eyes be scratched and torn out from thy socket. But before you act, take a trip to the mirror and look deep into your own eyes and you will see...the other woman lurks in you too.
Thursday, August 2, 2007
Job Politics sef!
Your qualification is one thing,your tribe, connections and maybe family name is another. These past few months have been tough for me,considering the fact that I am a young corper coming into the corporate world. My lack of working experience is minus but I never knew my name would be too.
I have been applying for numerous jobs...the competition out there is not easy but I must succeed.I finally got a chance for an interview at a Lagos based company with branches in different parts of the country (I am a Nigerian).My happiness knew no bounds,I felt that my time had come and that I was going to make the best of this oppurtunity I had,I was going to prove myself and earn respect from my family but as the saying goes "Man proposes,God disposes". My interview was very successful.I was a hundred percent sure of getting this job but just a little thing made me lose it...My surname.Did I tell you that my family name backs up some really good luxury companies in the country? Now you know! But my family name is not me...or do I say that I am "Me" not my surname? I just wanted a job like every other young corper.What makes me different from them...NOTHING! People cry of being prejudiced,not having connections et al. My cry is for people to see the real me. I am just a hustler like everyone else. Give me a chance...I need it too,I need to prove myself.
I have been applying for numerous jobs...the competition out there is not easy but I must succeed.I finally got a chance for an interview at a Lagos based company with branches in different parts of the country (I am a Nigerian).My happiness knew no bounds,I felt that my time had come and that I was going to make the best of this oppurtunity I had,I was going to prove myself and earn respect from my family but as the saying goes "Man proposes,God disposes". My interview was very successful.I was a hundred percent sure of getting this job but just a little thing made me lose it...My surname.Did I tell you that my family name backs up some really good luxury companies in the country? Now you know! But my family name is not me...or do I say that I am "Me" not my surname? I just wanted a job like every other young corper.What makes me different from them...NOTHING! People cry of being prejudiced,not having connections et al. My cry is for people to see the real me. I am just a hustler like everyone else. Give me a chance...I need it too,I need to prove myself.
Monday, June 18, 2007
Be Royal in your Own Fashion.
There is a saying that "The way you carry yourself will often determines how you are treated". Many great men and women understand the philosophy behind these words.The biblical Queen Esther made use of her personality and carriage to a great advantage, from biblical accounts she simply outshone many a dozen of maidens and stole the heart of the then King. Though common by birth, it was no hinderance to a woman of Queen Esther's mentality. She simply glided into the king's court and caused a stir.
How does this affect the Modern day woman? I see alot of ladies lose touch with their inner woman, the inner woman described by Maya Angelou's poem "Phenomenal Woman". Almost nude and vulgar fashion is the order of the day.I go through the pages of society magazines and see all manners of women,both young,old,fat and slim dorning themselves in disrespectable clothings all in the name of fashion.Where have we gone wrong and where did we lose it?
I remember my grand-mother telling me that,my peeping bra strap was a taboo.I wonder what she would say about exposed butt cracks and nipples straining to pop out from some off-shoulder dresses and tops or boob tubes as we call them.I am not against wanting to be your best when you step out into the social world but I frown at "Indescent exposure".
I was at Tejuoso market to get some cosmetics,when a lady dressed like she was going to a club breezed past me. She was beckoned by the "Okrika" totting Ibo traders who she blantantly ignored. Feeling insulted,the men retorted to trading insults with her and finally the "A" word was said. Feeling slighted,I responded by telling the traders that they were being mean and the response I got was "Na only "A****o" go dress like that". I shut my mouth and continued with my own purchasing.My conclusion was that, insecurities and self doubts have made many women resort to almost baring themselves to be noticed by men. In the fight to be noticed as the best of the pack,they have lost all the essence of womanhood,thereby devaluing themselves in the eyes of men as opposed to the attention and recognition that they seek.
Why do we women allow men who on a normal day,would tremble in their shoes just to say "Hello!" to us to commonize and disrespect us in the lowest way possible. Ladies! Where is your pride? I repeat; the way you carry and dress yourself will often determine how you are treated. In the long run, appearing vulgar or common will make people disrespect you. For a queen respects herself and inspires the same sentiments in others.By acting regally and confident of your self, you make yourself destined to be a queen, even without the visible crown. Quit the "Indescent exposures" it is what you are inside that really matters...let it shine!
How does this affect the Modern day woman? I see alot of ladies lose touch with their inner woman, the inner woman described by Maya Angelou's poem "Phenomenal Woman". Almost nude and vulgar fashion is the order of the day.I go through the pages of society magazines and see all manners of women,both young,old,fat and slim dorning themselves in disrespectable clothings all in the name of fashion.Where have we gone wrong and where did we lose it?
I remember my grand-mother telling me that,my peeping bra strap was a taboo.I wonder what she would say about exposed butt cracks and nipples straining to pop out from some off-shoulder dresses and tops or boob tubes as we call them.I am not against wanting to be your best when you step out into the social world but I frown at "Indescent exposure".
I was at Tejuoso market to get some cosmetics,when a lady dressed like she was going to a club breezed past me. She was beckoned by the "Okrika" totting Ibo traders who she blantantly ignored. Feeling insulted,the men retorted to trading insults with her and finally the "A" word was said. Feeling slighted,I responded by telling the traders that they were being mean and the response I got was "Na only "A****o" go dress like that". I shut my mouth and continued with my own purchasing.My conclusion was that, insecurities and self doubts have made many women resort to almost baring themselves to be noticed by men. In the fight to be noticed as the best of the pack,they have lost all the essence of womanhood,thereby devaluing themselves in the eyes of men as opposed to the attention and recognition that they seek.
Why do we women allow men who on a normal day,would tremble in their shoes just to say "Hello!" to us to commonize and disrespect us in the lowest way possible. Ladies! Where is your pride? I repeat; the way you carry and dress yourself will often determine how you are treated. In the long run, appearing vulgar or common will make people disrespect you. For a queen respects herself and inspires the same sentiments in others.By acting regally and confident of your self, you make yourself destined to be a queen, even without the visible crown. Quit the "Indescent exposures" it is what you are inside that really matters...let it shine!
Thursday, May 31, 2007
The Crucible.
According to WIKIPEDIA, a crucible is a cup-shaped heat resistant container which is used in heating metals to a very high temperature of 500 to 1600 degree celcius or more. It can be made from platinium,nickel, zirconium or made from graphite with clay as a binder.A crucible is placed into a furnace and, after the melting, the liquid metal is taken out of the furnace and poured into a mold to solidify.During the whole process,the metal is refined to a purer state.
The metal gold,when it passes through this process becomes more valuable than it was in it's former state.The whole process of refining is basically to give or add more value.
In life, leaders were transformed in their very personal crucibles.An example of such leaders is the great Nelson Mandela of South Africa.Though locked up, isolated and humiliated as a prisoner on Robson Island, he never gave up his dreams of freedom rather the hardship metted on him only acted as a catalyst to an inner transformation within him that spurred him on to greater achievements.
I remember sitting with my father one calm evening some years ago.He was telling me about his past and how he used to be the last student in his class to pay his school fees and how he used to wash toilets to make extra bucks. His hardship demanded of him to think of alternative ways of making good money.He saved all he had to pay his way through a technical school and finally,he landed the job that made him who he is today. Washing toilets he says, is his crucible.This inglorious act that was turned down by others perpetuated him into reforming his life.To a lesser man it would spell defeat but to a stronger man, an avenue to propagate changes.This is what seperates leaders from ordinary men.
In life, leaders were transformed in their very personal crucibles.An example of such leaders is the great Nelson Mandela of South Africa.Though locked up, isolated and humiliated as a prisoner on Robson Island, he never gave up his dreams of freedom rather the hardship metted on him only acted as a catalyst to an inner transformation within him that spurred him on to greater achievements.
I remember sitting with my father one calm evening some years ago.He was telling me about his past and how he used to be the last student in his class to pay his school fees and how he used to wash toilets to make extra bucks. His hardship demanded of him to think of alternative ways of making good money.He saved all he had to pay his way through a technical school and finally,he landed the job that made him who he is today. Washing toilets he says, is his crucible.This inglorious act that was turned down by others perpetuated him into reforming his life.To a lesser man it would spell defeat but to a stronger man, an avenue to propagate changes.This is what seperates leaders from ordinary men.
Our everday challenges should not make us cower in defeat.I prefer to call them challenges and not problems because, as challenges,it makes us want to tackle them without fear and see them as something possible to resolve but as problems,there is always a lingering fear of failure attached to it.To all my brothers and sisters out there, consider hard times as the crucible periods, it will only refine us to be better men.
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Special thanks to WIKIPEDIA for the use of definitions and pictures from their gallery.
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
I'm back.
What a rush! I've got adrenaline pumping fiercely in my veins,I'm happy to be back again.Almost ten days gone and I haven't had the chance to pen down a word or two. I had a problem with my PC.This little piece of miracle suddenly went into a spell,causing me great anxiety...believe me,it was just a little web configuration problem but this "Agbaya" couldn't handle it.Too much "eba" has deadened my brain cells but not to worry,we are just getting started in here. Stay glued.Matse out!
Wednesday, May 9, 2007
Passing dusk...
I see alot of people give up on life and sigh in resignation.Heads bowed forward, hands clenched together; the ultimate sign of hopelessness. I beckon to you with the age old adage that says,"No matter how long the night is,dawn must come." Why do we underestimate our abilities when we have not fully tapped into them yet? The wise saying of an old man I know is that, "The Law of Averages is always on the side of the positive thinker" We all, should try to accept the setbacks in life and forge ahead with determination,knowing that we can make it,despite all odds.I remember a while ago when I used to be laddened with depression.I never looked forward to my day,I actually dreded standing up from my bed.I felt I was ugly and dull and that no one wanted me.The cause of my depression was a multitude of silly things that may make no sense to you but all the same,I was down.My ever loving mother tried to cheer me up to no avail.I was wallowing in self pity and disgust.One lovely morning,I took the bull by the horn by telling myself that I am a wonderful human being and I kept chanting it to myself like a mantra on and on again.I went out that day and bought a sticker that said "I LOVE U" and pasted it on my bathroom mirror to remind me everyday that I love myself.That prooved to be the cure to my predicament.Take note,that I took the step to help myself.I choose to paint a brighter picture of me in my mind and the picture became a reality.We should not give ourselves limitations but have the belief that we can do all things.I shook myself and decided to start my healing process from the inside and then,the outside.I got searching for the hair styles that suited me best and the clothes that made me feel good about myself,you may not be able to afford new clothes but good personal hygiene also does it.I developed an interest in reading at large every and any book I could lay my hands on just to gain more knowledge and insight in general.Do you know that if you read a minimum of three books a week for one year,you would be as good as a Professor?...Yes! It's true.Your conversations dramatically changes and you get a boost in confidence knowing that you can hold your own anywhere.With this positive attitude,you start believing that you can tackle anything...(well,not necessarily everything) but the feeling is awesome and it transends into every aspect of your life making you a much better person who can face the world with a smile.Your situation may not be similar to mine but remember that after night,comes day...Always.Saturday, May 5, 2007
Bootilicious!
This "Booty Wahala" 'Na wa o!' I was in a taxi one sunny day when suddenly I spotted a girl with an extraordinary booty walking at the right hand side of the road.Obviously this sister knew what she had because she was swinging and rolling her hips with great delight. I being a woman couldn't handle the heat emanating from this sister,how much more the poor guys walking and driving along the road.One poor 'Okada' rider who was hungrily looking at this sister,ran into an orange seller and sent the oranges flying everywhere like a colour spectrum.The Orange seller didn't hesitate to seize the Okada rider and the battle of "Pay me my money!" began.
I couldn't help erupting with laughter and tears streaming down the sides of my eyes.The whole scenario played back in my memory in slow motion and it was very amusing.I continued laughing at intervals and to the unknowing onlooker,I may seem like a person with mental disorders but it was an event worth witnessing.A moral lesson to learn from this ordeal is that,while the booty gets the "Bobos" into trouble,the owner of the booty sashays away and only you,"Brother" will dance to the tunes you have created.To all the brothers out there,enjoy the sight but keep your eyes on the road. Matse out!
NB: Photography by Ndidi Dike
Thursday, May 3, 2007
20-Something Wahala.
I was standing in front of my mirror,slowly scrutinizing my face.The frownlines were doing me no good at all,etched on my temple like a spider's web by the cruel fingers of mother nature. Humph! I sighed,secretly consoling myself while pondering that there is nothing "l'Oreal" botwax or the almighty botox couldn't handle. After all,"no be me be the first nor go be the last to wan use am." Oh,the dark circles around my eyes! "Something's gotta handle that too" I thought.
"Oh girl your biological clock is ticking,you will soon be thirty o!" came the whinny little voice inside my head."Abeg hold your own" I told the voice. "Am I blind? Do you have to use the age factor to creat an aged aura around me? Oya! Get behind me pecky,prickly Miss Conscience." "Well,I wouldn't tell my age if you don't" I said smiling into the mirror,challenging Miss Conscience.After all,the quick fix to cellulites and stretch marks on the butt is to wear a great pair of jeans and I am perfectly sculpted...who will see what lies beneath? "Abi no be so?"
Suddenly,"Sweet Mother...I no go forget you..." floated from my phone.The caller id was screaming "MUM." I mentally started preparing myself for the familiar pattern of conversation that was going to follow.Finally,the topic of the day landed "Gbosa!" "Did you hear that little Maureen got married last weekend? She is only twenty three years old...Oh what a lucky girl...nice timing...nice planning! Did you know that she got married to her childhood sweetheart?...Remember that tall,short,slim,fat,dark,light twenty,thirty something year old boy,that lived down the street..." It went on and on.
"Haba Mama,spare me naa!" Such tales only make me blue. "Maureen and Matse" start with a "M" but that is where the similarity ends.We don't sound the same,neither do we mean the same. "Matse?" My mama called at the other end of the line. "Why are you silent?" Silent? My brain screamed. I thought you were giving me the biography of "little Maureen."
"Em,Mum!" I said,"I need to rush down to the office.My boss called me to tell me that I needed to see to some important issues,I will be calling you soon Mum,I love you and bye."
"Ewo!" I sighed. "Some daughters do have them." I know you love me to death Mum and you want the best for me...I understand.Let's take it easy "Ma".You will carry your grandchild when the time is right (laughing).
"Oh girl your biological clock is ticking,you will soon be thirty o!" came the whinny little voice inside my head."Abeg hold your own" I told the voice. "Am I blind? Do you have to use the age factor to creat an aged aura around me? Oya! Get behind me pecky,prickly Miss Conscience." "Well,I wouldn't tell my age if you don't" I said smiling into the mirror,challenging Miss Conscience.After all,the quick fix to cellulites and stretch marks on the butt is to wear a great pair of jeans and I am perfectly sculpted...who will see what lies beneath? "Abi no be so?"
Suddenly,"Sweet Mother...I no go forget you..." floated from my phone.The caller id was screaming "MUM." I mentally started preparing myself for the familiar pattern of conversation that was going to follow.Finally,the topic of the day landed "Gbosa!" "Did you hear that little Maureen got married last weekend? She is only twenty three years old...Oh what a lucky girl...nice timing...nice planning! Did you know that she got married to her childhood sweetheart?...Remember that tall,short,slim,fat,dark,light twenty,thirty something year old boy,that lived down the street..." It went on and on.
"Haba Mama,spare me naa!" Such tales only make me blue. "Maureen and Matse" start with a "M" but that is where the similarity ends.We don't sound the same,neither do we mean the same. "Matse?" My mama called at the other end of the line. "Why are you silent?" Silent? My brain screamed. I thought you were giving me the biography of "little Maureen."
"Em,Mum!" I said,"I need to rush down to the office.My boss called me to tell me that I needed to see to some important issues,I will be calling you soon Mum,I love you and bye."
"Ewo!" I sighed. "Some daughters do have them." I know you love me to death Mum and you want the best for me...I understand.Let's take it easy "Ma".You will carry your grandchild when the time is right (laughing).
Monday, April 30, 2007
why?
The familiar sms tone of my phone made me grumpily open my eyes."Who must this be in the wee hours of this morn?" I pondered.Scratching my eyes I picked up my phone to read this mind shattering message; "Our Papa is gone." "Tee!" I screamed."Tee's Papa is gone!" Hot tears came cascading down my eyes and my body shook uncontrollably.Four days earlier we lost our security guard to the dark,cold hands of death.He died from "MALARIA." "Malaria!" In this day and age that medical sciences have sky rocketed...people still die from malaria.Tee's Papa was no exemption from the death list,he died from Diabetes.Illnesses that could be easily controlled,yet claims the lives of many in this land.
Why do we allow these people die? What is our government doing to alleviate the sufferings of the people? Must being poor be a ticket to the grave yard?
Why do we allow these people die? What is our government doing to alleviate the sufferings of the people? Must being poor be a ticket to the grave yard?
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Political Banga Soup.
The riotuous pot was shaking...the soup boiling fervently.The familiar aroma of Mama's banga soup beckoned unto me like the town crier's "Agogo".Who can withstand the active call of the divers ingredients of Mama's pot of banga soup,the "eastern Asa fish" straining amongst the " western Pomo" and "the northern beef" to be seen. The periwinkles of the South not being left out are comandeering the bottom part of the pot,claiming that domain as their territory with shouts of marginalization in the air.
Poor citizens of the banga soup! They fail to see that they together give great pride and integrity to this prized delicacy.Their different tongues,cultures and origins contribute to the uniqueness of the taste which is bound to change when you have one without the other.
A little "maggi patriotism" will not do the trick. It takes the expertise of Mama's deligent fingers in the mastery and art of banga soup preparation, to concoct the exquisite taste of this National soup,to the delight of the waiting masses who chroused in unison,"Prepare the Usi (starch)!"
Poor citizens of the banga soup! They fail to see that they together give great pride and integrity to this prized delicacy.Their different tongues,cultures and origins contribute to the uniqueness of the taste which is bound to change when you have one without the other.
A little "maggi patriotism" will not do the trick. It takes the expertise of Mama's deligent fingers in the mastery and art of banga soup preparation, to concoct the exquisite taste of this National soup,to the delight of the waiting masses who chroused in unison,"Prepare the Usi (starch)!"
Monday, April 23, 2007
Beauty with the Beast
In front of me,I see the ocean in her grandeur roaring with life and the voice of thunderous awe. Around me was poverty...deformed beggers with empty bowls and a great stench emanating from their unwashed bodies,singing gospel songs to the ocean watchers to earn a little for their daily bread.Hungry dogs playing in the sands with their hides stuck to their skeletons.The pungent smell of marijuana embracing me within her arms.Two hundred meters behind me,
a grand five star hotel,towering the skies with her majestic angles and within her the rich and famous wining,dinning and smoking their thick cigars amidst rich foods and the smell of exotic perfumes. A perfect compliment of beauty with the beast.
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Isenyor
A truly happy face...A rare vision to find.In the lowest of places,true happiness can be found.I was sitted in a bus amidst the struggling masses and there I beheld this vision of innocence and serenity.She sat on her mothers laps giggling and smiling endlessly.I took a peek at her and then reverted my gaze.She kept on giggling and wispered something into her mother's ear.The mother erupted in laughter and spoke in a native tongue.I tried to resist but could not help but look into the young,dark face.She look straight into my eyes and broke into a wide grin.Instinctively,I thought of my camera phone,such a vision so true is hard to come by.I asked this little one,"Can I have a picture of you?" "Mama?" She said,with a questioning look on her face. I turned to her mother and asked "Madam,may I take a picture of your daughter? "Oh sure,go ahead" She gave me her permission.I didn't hesitate to grab my phone and click I went,excited beyond measure.I thanked the little one and her mother too."What is your name?" I asked. She said, "ISENYOR!"
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
An Ode to "J"
I call her "J" ,
She keeps me gay.
A five foot four inches of energy,
She rivals the bee in dexterity.
An Ivory skin gazelle,
With short croppped hair.
Everywhere,she turns heads,
With the "sure footed" way she treads.
An Enigma to some,a friend of mine.
She helps me stay on a straight line.
She leads me to a solution,
When I fall down in grief to a conclusion.
I ponder and remember,
What happened last december.
I was pregnant with worry,
But she made it not tarry.
I remember that dark night,
The stars refused their light.
"J" was the lone Match,
That shone light on the dark patch.
Oh fair and merry "J"
God bless your everyday.
As long as I breath and live,
My thanks to you I give.
She keeps me gay.
A five foot four inches of energy,
She rivals the bee in dexterity.
An Ivory skin gazelle,
With short croppped hair.
Everywhere,she turns heads,
With the "sure footed" way she treads.
An Enigma to some,a friend of mine.
She helps me stay on a straight line.
She leads me to a solution,
When I fall down in grief to a conclusion.
I ponder and remember,
What happened last december.
I was pregnant with worry,
But she made it not tarry.
I remember that dark night,
The stars refused their light.
"J" was the lone Match,
That shone light on the dark patch.
Oh fair and merry "J"
God bless your everyday.
As long as I breath and live,
My thanks to you I give.
Monday, April 16, 2007
African Woman.
The African Woman,
So graceful and strong.
Always by her man,
In the violent storm.
She toils from morn till twilight,
Always; A smile on her lips.
She shows her children the light,
While balancing them on her hips.
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Thanks to Essence Vibez for their beautiful picture.
I bid my time.
The past weekend was the Gubernatorial elections in my country.Although we had some uproars here and there and "Fire and brime stone" in Port Harcourt city,it was relatively Ok.I spent the whole weekend at home...didn't bother voting since I'm not interested in the crooked politics of this country.
Talking about crookedness! The slightest inch or square meter in this land of mine is corrupt.Who am I to grumble when even places of work are political grounds of their own.We've got the "Rivals" of each sections of the company,the "Followers" and we also have the "Prostitutes" who are willing to do anything as long as they have Naira notes falling into their pockets."Then where do you stand?" You may ask me.I am the "Observer",I watch all that is happening around me.I have nothing to say but to watch and conclude."Coward!" You may holler at me.But please understand...I bid my time.There is a time for everything.A time to sow and a time to reap.A time for "Corruption" and a time for "Revolution." "Like I said....I bid my time."
Talking about crookedness! The slightest inch or square meter in this land of mine is corrupt.Who am I to grumble when even places of work are political grounds of their own.We've got the "Rivals" of each sections of the company,the "Followers" and we also have the "Prostitutes" who are willing to do anything as long as they have Naira notes falling into their pockets."Then where do you stand?" You may ask me.I am the "Observer",I watch all that is happening around me.I have nothing to say but to watch and conclude."Coward!" You may holler at me.But please understand...I bid my time.There is a time for everything.A time to sow and a time to reap.A time for "Corruption" and a time for "Revolution." "Like I said....I bid my time."
Thursday, April 12, 2007
The 5 Laws of Gold.
Presently,I am pondering on these 5 Laws of Gold.I will write them down for your benefit;
1. Gold cometh gladly and in increasing quantity to any man who will put by not less than one-tenth of his earnings to create an estate for his future and that of his family.
2. Gold laboreth diligently and contentedly for the wise owner who finds for it profitable employment,multiplying even as the flocks of the field.
3. Gold clingeth to the protection of the cautious owner who invests it under the advice of men wise in it's handling.
4. Gold slippeth away from the man who invests it in businesses or purposes with which he is not familiar or which are not approved by those skilled in it's keep.
5. Gold flees the man who would force it to impossible earnings or who followeth the alluring advice of tricksters and schemers or who trusts it to his own inexperience and romantic desires in investment.
Surely,the grammer of these Laws does indicate to you that they were written centuries ago but I tell you,every single word of it is true and is still applicable to modern day life.Being the profligate that I am,I spend like money is going out of fashion but a little wise old book did make me come to realisation that I may never get the success I want if i am not prudent in my financial dealings.This book talks about the richest man in Babylon by the name Arkad who rose from the lowly state of a scribe,carving laws on tablets to the richest man in Babylon."How did he do this?" you may ask.He got tired of his pennilessness and decided to heed wise admonitions from a money lender named Algamish and this was,"A PART OF ALL I EARN IS MINE TO KEEP." This is easier said than done.From personal experience,the wants and needs of everyday life eats into our savings but with discipline and fierce determination this can be achieved.Where does the Laws of Gold come into play? It is one's ability to invest wisely one's savings to bear children and grandchildren and using them all wisely until you beacome "The Richest Man of Your Own Domain."
1. Gold cometh gladly and in increasing quantity to any man who will put by not less than one-tenth of his earnings to create an estate for his future and that of his family.
2. Gold laboreth diligently and contentedly for the wise owner who finds for it profitable employment,multiplying even as the flocks of the field.
3. Gold clingeth to the protection of the cautious owner who invests it under the advice of men wise in it's handling.
4. Gold slippeth away from the man who invests it in businesses or purposes with which he is not familiar or which are not approved by those skilled in it's keep.
5. Gold flees the man who would force it to impossible earnings or who followeth the alluring advice of tricksters and schemers or who trusts it to his own inexperience and romantic desires in investment.
Surely,the grammer of these Laws does indicate to you that they were written centuries ago but I tell you,every single word of it is true and is still applicable to modern day life.Being the profligate that I am,I spend like money is going out of fashion but a little wise old book did make me come to realisation that I may never get the success I want if i am not prudent in my financial dealings.This book talks about the richest man in Babylon by the name Arkad who rose from the lowly state of a scribe,carving laws on tablets to the richest man in Babylon."How did he do this?" you may ask.He got tired of his pennilessness and decided to heed wise admonitions from a money lender named Algamish and this was,"A PART OF ALL I EARN IS MINE TO KEEP." This is easier said than done.From personal experience,the wants and needs of everyday life eats into our savings but with discipline and fierce determination this can be achieved.Where does the Laws of Gold come into play? It is one's ability to invest wisely one's savings to bear children and grandchildren and using them all wisely until you beacome "The Richest Man of Your Own Domain."
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Sardines In a Tin.
On my way to work I decided to take the Estate Shuttle bus.I was in the mood to save money instead of blowing cash on taxis.I was sitting just behind the driver with two other passengers on the same sit and in came a huge woman with a huge butt too.Obviously,the sits behind us weren't taken but this woman wanted a sit on my row and in so doing,used her butt to shove me aside.I did see red and I retorted by saying; "Hey Lady! There's more room behind,you don't have to push me.The guy sitting next to me muttered something about how people lacked common sense.This Lady knew that the space beside me couldn't take her size but she was bent on sitting there."Haba Madam" I said,"Why are you shoving me to the side? The Naira notes you are paying aren't fatter or slimmer than mine,why do you have to use my slim stature as a reason to wriggle your big butt into this seat?" "Shut up" She said." Is your father the owner of this bus?" The occupants of the shuttle bus went into a frenzy.Curses and insults were being hurled from one end of the bus to the other.It was a free for all in the bus and the driver not wanting to be left out ensued in a word combact with the passenger sitting beside him.He stopped the bus and went into a full fledged battle with his passengers and we had to beg him to take us to our destination.This is the typical Nigerian work day episode...especially in a place like Lagos.Thanks to God we alighted at the next bus stop without ramming the bus into a car. At the next bus stop I took another bus,this bus was much better at least we didn't have a mad circus in it but we were all cramped in like sardines in a tin. Sweat smells and fish stench over powered my subtle perfume.I just couldn't wait to get to my stop.This is what the poor masses in Lagos deal with on a daily basis and then when you get to work,you get dragon bosses breathing down your neck.Well, "No shaking...We will survive".
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Beginning of the road...
I just tot of havin a blog...at least to document my everyday experiences which I believe will be wierdly interesting..I am Matse in my mid-twenties and far away in Africa.I come from a large family with six brothers and three sisters..."Wow! That many?" You may say.Yes,I am blessed and I know.
I work with a Luxury company in Lagos, Nigeria.We deal on home entertainment systems and I have Good colleagues (rolling my eyes).Some times they make feel a sledge hammer would be a good toy...you know...for practicing.Today is a new day and as usual,I am all alone in the office waiting for the others to arrive...Shit! The ignormity of being the youngest staff in the office.I get to do all the early resumings and stuff...silently seathing inside and wishing for when I'll be up the ladder and have someone as my foot-stool.Having someone to boss around is sure cool,you can let out your anger on this poor scape goat...for now,I am that goat but i can handle it as long as the Law of Averages will even out things for me...I'm optimistic.
As for my love life,I sent him packing (tongue in cheek) or was it the other way round? The guy was silently draining me emotionally and I couldn't take it no more.I told him it was over but could not stop myself from punching his number on my cell phone,meanwhile hiding my caller identity so that he wouldn't recorgnise my number.Call me fickle-hearted but I'm only human and sometimes I break."Good riddance to bad rubbish" A bold babe will say but the rubbish does seem appealing especially when lonliness comes knocking at the door.Enough for today,I'll tell you more on the morrow.
I work with a Luxury company in Lagos, Nigeria.We deal on home entertainment systems and I have Good colleagues (rolling my eyes).Some times they make feel a sledge hammer would be a good toy...you know...for practicing.Today is a new day and as usual,I am all alone in the office waiting for the others to arrive...Shit! The ignormity of being the youngest staff in the office.I get to do all the early resumings and stuff...silently seathing inside and wishing for when I'll be up the ladder and have someone as my foot-stool.Having someone to boss around is sure cool,you can let out your anger on this poor scape goat...for now,I am that goat but i can handle it as long as the Law of Averages will even out things for me...I'm optimistic.
As for my love life,I sent him packing (tongue in cheek) or was it the other way round? The guy was silently draining me emotionally and I couldn't take it no more.I told him it was over but could not stop myself from punching his number on my cell phone,meanwhile hiding my caller identity so that he wouldn't recorgnise my number.Call me fickle-hearted but I'm only human and sometimes I break."Good riddance to bad rubbish" A bold babe will say but the rubbish does seem appealing especially when lonliness comes knocking at the door.Enough for today,I'll tell you more on the morrow.
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