Dharma not Greg- My duty and me.

Hey peeps, what it do? it's been a while..i know.who knew i would ever be so busy?
My humanities class has recently got me pondering, thinking, and rehashing. I've established that indeed the idea of Dharma is true, my questions now drift to the issue of fulfilling my Dharma. I've begun questioning myself, does fulfilling my Dharma hold any rewards in the long run (thinking selfish? let me be), why should I subscribe to the concept? Let me elucidate, Dharma is both a Hindu and Buddhist doctrine literally meaning duty. The Concept of Dharma is plainly defined as fulfilling one's duty without looking to end results. Generally, our natural human instincts are to perform an action because there is a reward, as Newton's law succinctly states "to every action there is an equal reaction". My point is performing my duty and fulfilling Dharma means ultimately that I am not expecting or looking to the results which is virtually impossicant (impossible and cannot be). Nearly everything we do is because we are anticipating an end result, we get an education because we want the end result-a job that pays (most people at least), and we eat to fill up our bellies (end result) and avoid hunger. But then again, looking at Dharma from another perspective shows that it is beneficial in the long run. If I as a student focus and concentrate all my abilities on being the best student that i can be, in the long run even though i am not looking to the end results i still achieve them or in the case of an employee doing his best, if he is really fulfilling his duty, in the long run, expectant or non expectant, he is rewarded. So Dharma or no Dharma, what do u reckon? BTW..small tori..my babe has all of a sudden gotten the idea that she speak *fune* imag imagine! Mehn, this babe be spitting akatarized (african-american, no derogation meant) lyrics oh! ok nah, so on Sunday like dis o, gettn ready to go to church na so dis babe wan say "what r u talkn abt" only for 'im to come hala strong conc akatarisms(african american *noun*) " *wa* u talkn abt" i was like ehn? *wa*? don't try!. (yes, yes dry me. i had to try)
Ok mehn..that's it y'all, i'm off!

Has the writing bug bitten me?

Her tears fell. Softly at first, then profusely, like incessant rain. She wiped the edges of her eyes with her wrapper, sniffling all the while. The woman looked at her " I ka n'ebe akwa?" she asked. "I cho ka o fu gi o ge i di sikwa ka....." she spoke the words like she had phlegm lodging in her throat, then trailed off suddenly, looking into the sky, she clutched her red wrapper firmly to her bosom. She looked at the woman again and said in perfect English " He is not immune to tears" " Save them for when they are needed, they hold power". " He made me sad" she responded. The woman shrugged, then tightened the knot of her wrapper." E me si go m" handing her the brewed concoction she turned her back to the sobbing woman and left.

...And She Was Ethiopian

Today, I sat thinking how singular she looked. Did she know?

She had a certain beauty about her, she wore black knee length suede boots, no heels, no buckles. Did she know?

Her dark blue jeans fit snugly, her black tee thrown on without a thought to synchronization, on her ears hung earrings, not glaring not dazzling, nothing spectacular, fading pieces of metal. Did she know?

Her hair was piled atop her head, i longed to feel its texture between my fingers, discover its magic...its essence. Did she know?

Sitting still, i feigned interest in the white haired man's talk while all the time i craned my neck and inspected still... Did she know?

I searched for high cheek bones, I found none, her cheeks were flat, hollow just like mine, so what was this thing that drew me..i was captivated...i looked on. Did she know?

My eyes went to her hair again, it wasn't wooly like mine, neither was it anything like the white haired man's, it was different, in its own league, i could tell it was long. Did she know?

I wanted to free it..free it from its woven prisons..emancipate it from its braided crown that ran into a thick dark bush. Did she know?


Just then she turned, i saw her eyes then..but it was but a millisecond, i couldn't decipher their color..they were beautiful, inlaid deep in their sockets..there was a certain beauty about them..and they say beauty lieth in the eyes of the beholder.

And She was an Ethiopian.

Free!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sometimes Life puts us in positions, we don't want to be in, we want an escape...we want to be Free, we want to have free rein, we just want to be *we*..... (is fantasy an escape route?) but in all things give thanks to God. I don't want to be like this, but in the words of Newton "To every action there is an equal reaction", i want to be the me i was, the me i am....emancipate me! Above all, i'm thankful! very thankful, i thank God for what i am, who i am, what i'm becoming..i'm thankful for the many blessings i've recieved..i'm thankful for your Mighty hand God ..i really appreciate it and i hope i show it.hmm..i think i'm becoming tres emotional...not nice! haba! I used to be called non- chalant what's happening to me? Pms? nah...probably tension, stress and anxiety...help me God to become what u want me to be..hmm...this is turning into a diary entry. Excerpt from Evanescent-fade away coming soon (i think)

Ruminations......Chewing the cud..over and over again

Ndi blogsville kwenu!, a nu ma kele unu o! ndi blogsville, abia lam o, awon blogsville bawo ni o...
So life has been pretty regular..just stuff coming and going..oh and back to me being point and kill in the market, here goes..so this chicken who says he can levitate..i meet, Adia why u? We will refer to him as LC/LF -Levitating chicken/frog. Now, i meet LC (let's piry(pity) him, frog's too strong a word) in school at this thing for an event coming up, at first Lc's okay...we joke
LC- ah, adia na wa o! u've left me o!
Adia- We got a divorce remember?
LC- but we got back together have u forgotten?
Adia- my bad, i forgot o!...why did we get back together?
LC- because i changed my mind ( i should have seen d corky signs!)
Adia- and me mumu i just came back running to u?
LC-yes..but u know it's all love se?
Now this was our first conversation (N.B- that i remember), so we joked, laughed....... et cetera et cetera......er..what happened next? er.. ok so we exchange numbers.. the day of the event arrives, LC picks me and my sis from our abode..usual,u look nice..yadda yadda..now i can't remember exactly when but we start phone convos...late at night, d scribe refers to them as booty calls, i refer to them as calls you prolong when u have nothing to watch and nothing to read..or simply because u feel that tingling sensation ( for the dramatic in this case literary effect!lol!) in ur toes or....elsewhere. Ok at first it was just a way to pass time, make a friend,...pass time....later bobo yi what am i saying i mean LC!, bobo ke, bobo ni! asks me out... oh! this was on facebook o! wait wait lemme get it for u! God please make dey no discover me o! eh hen..so we were talking and we jokingly..no i shall koba meself..

LC: ...can i ask you a question tho?We have known each other for a while, couple of months and the bond between us has grown deeper than it was when we first met in rweden hall...what would u say, if i said we get better aquinted? (this was how he spelled it)

Adia: ( thinking months ke? abi weeks! which kain dirty bond?) LC! eh ehn! u're confusing me with other babes, u and who met in Rweden hall,those babes in tikasingh's class abi? dis is definitely a line for some1 else, stop multitasking and talking to 2 babes plus 1 other at the same time!

LC:Nope... im not multitaskin.... you were with your sis and u guys were in the basement of rweden hall and i was at night.. and I was about to get on the elevator and then she called me and marc and we walk over to u guys and we talk to u guys for a quick sec and u guys left...This was last semester, do u remember now?

I'm i honestly supposed to remember this? with so many faces in my first year??? so i evade and postpone convo...Lc comes and visits one day i realize he is too too too corky!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i cannot stand! did i mention he's a tit for tat person? oh..silly me! if he does u a favor he totally expects one back..in other words payment for services rendered...i absolutely despise! , then he says he can levitate and read minds, guess his role model? yes..evil *angel* (the freak on tv)! i laugh over it..i think over it.. what fellowship does light have with darkness? (I did not say LC is darkness o! misquote me not! LC goes to church o!) which kain dirty levitation..a weirdo i can somewhat stand... a criss, um...hell no! oh.. for those who do not know-levitation is defying the gravitational force field by being suspended in the air on nothing! yes! like a winch! me ke and winch! tufia! chukwu a ma kwe ihe ojo! shio kelebe!
Now, my main problem is even as a person he is so damn corky!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! plus he is so eww...favor wanting back! gosh! come off ur dirty high horse! or maybe it's all in my head! but for now sha i cannot stand! so there! kill me! hiss!
So i was gisting my sistas about school and our funny teachers and these people started LAWLING! for real! on the *MAIN* road and embarassing me o! imag, imagine! but soon i was lawling too sha...
Ok..so our physics teacher was explaining the laws of motion and friction and he was illustrating with an act featuring himself..so he goes..in his funny accent.
so you are walking and you say bye bye Tade, bye bye Blessing (at this point, the MAN puts his hand on his waist and waves at his imaginary friends) and you slip, he screams ay!!!!!!!!!!! while sliding his foot across the concrete floor simultaneously! it is pussing me ay!!!!!!!!!!!! he screams again. *it* meaning friction, pussing meaning pushing, ay-scream of terror! N.B-like ay! up Nepa! but ay for terror here.
Trust. we couldn't stop laughing! At first he laughed with us, but we didn't stop and he's like "vas vunny, stop laving! listen!" meaning "what is funny, stop laughing! listen!" more laughter equals very angry Mr Adeleke! I never forgot what friction could do to me..it is pussing me!!! lol! enjoy the week y'all, i hope i made u smile!

MIA!!!!!!!!! sorry, no concrete reason.... For you cunning linguist...read o! i'm BACK!!!!!!!!

Hey peeps!!!!! I have been long gone haven't I? anyhow it's all good, previously i had been passing time soliciting for votes, facebooking and conducting random searches for long lost classmates! lol! But now Adia is a working class lady!!!!!!!! yay me!! Mehn!! lately i've just been having dreams and pictures in my head of my STUNNING ankara hook ups (dresses) once i land, but i've learnt not to look forward and expect too much, cos most times d things u look forward to for such a looooooooonnnggg time don't meet up to your expectations.Ever happen to anyone? My babe is landn 9ja and she's going for her school daut's vs (valedictory service) in school! I so envy her!!! not d school daut part.lol! d going to 9ja piece. Really i miss school, not school sha... my mates, i really had fun, it was nice while it lasted...sob sob! i miss em all! ok, back to d present, so i now work. yay me again! it's kinda fun i guess..... and today is my counsellor birthday, he's 31!! sheesh! that man is getting old! there's something i'm really concerned about, it's d issue of marriage, y is everyone so *marriage-hustling* ? they all need to give it a rest for real!! i comprehend the notion,that we all need to find a companion... yadda yadda.... but really is it so serious? My elder sister has a passion, no my bad, the word is an OBSESSION for wedding websites, at this point in my life, i'm really confused, is that all there is to life? -School, relationships leading eventually to marriage, children, nurturing and raising children, old age, death?


I'm not being cynical or anything, it just so happens i'm blunt when i choose to be, but really is THAT ALL THERE IS?? I'm beginning to wonder why i can't just always be a free bird, free from worries,no responsibilities... ok.that's a tad bit too much, unreal, veering towards utopia. ok, but back to d point why can't I just always be free and be happy and still have a companion but be happy and be married and be happy........ i dunno what i want jare... i just want to be free and be happy, no hurdles or barricades, just bliss through and through.......


I can now hear a voice in my head tryna be motherly "life doesn't work that way sweety". Yes, i know, but why..... i guess asking questions is a step... maybe i'll get my answers.... maybe. Oh, here's a poem i wrote due to certain circumstances..





*UNYOU*


Slowly, daily you seem to be becoming more and more unyou, less and less you


A part of me refuses to believe it, but how can I ignore this


When the bare facts, the naked truth is eating into my very skin


I love you, but then you is your originality, originality is forgetting where you got it from,you is you, inimitable, indescribable!


I detest, no maybe that's too strong a word but I really dislike the you that is evolving not because it's not a good you but


simply because it isn't you!


Daily, slowly you're becoming someone i appreciate who isn't you, but i want you to be you! Is that too much to ask?


I'm afraid, afraid to tell you.. that you are losing your essence, your "youness", yourself.


I love you.


Maybe it's because you've *heard it all before*, you've been told in a different tone....... you did not like


Or maybe it is because i just don't want to be cast off, put down, ashamed...


Maybe i just want to continue living life the way it has always been, no squabbles, peace.....


Unaffected by the you evolving, I still love you but i really prefer the old you


this you is really not you, trust me I know you!


Habits, speech, gestures... changing, evolving, *westernizing*, perhaps becoming even more classy


If all these change what is left of you? What are you really?


Or maybe perhaps it's just me being too hard on you, but really my heart craves, wants, needs.........


I . WANT . YOU .

I've landed o!! or as they say- The Eagle has Finally landed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hey everyone o!! mehn, i'm finally here!! Y'all put together some great entertainment material. Babaalaye cracks me up! it's unfortunate he can't write in detail anymore, Mr fineboy with all his hilarious escapades, lawl! lawl!, The cunning linguist with all his grammar, Omuluzua with all her cooking fests- Ofe Obi Anwuli, d scribe-her poetry and drama, adaure, and ati be be lo. It feels good to finally be a blogger, my life is really kinda simple. Recently in Tuface's words- there's been a lot of toasting, lots of guys have been up to her...... well u could say, i'm basically fresh meat right now in the market or better still a sheep being fattened for the slaughter house. Ok, so there's this guy and for some reason in my eyes he's not cute, although many of my peeps beg to differ, they are like "adia!! r u blind, he's hot!! what r u talking abt?" One babe agrees with me though she's like "he's fresh not cute" i was like "teehee". Anyway the cuteness is not even an issue, it's just.... i'm digressing now i should be introducing me! Ok, so i'm in college, er... what else?? er... oh! i write poetry, novels....... i recently lost my flash drive, mehn! the thing pain me no be small, but i'm still searching for it sha. Right now in my life, i'm really just tryna keep my head up and achieve all my goals with the help of God my love. er... mehn! my head just refuses to give me any info today.ok, so i guess i'll be gone.