Monday, February 18, 2008
continuation..
I said what? He said i think i love you.I laughed and said you barely know me. I never got my Valentine gift that year..i reckon i shouldn't have laughed.
Friday, February 15, 2008
....And it's a new year!
Hey guys, it's been a long hot min eh? i know...i can't even begin to explain.. so happy new year o! Awon Blogsville may the new year bring you joyful divine restoration in every aspect ni oruko Jesu.Amin!! Christmas was fun, i went to Nigeria and it was mad! in hip terms (lol) i had mad fun!!! So, i went to the bloggers party, it was actually nice o!..(Oh u're looking for my pictures now? tsk..tsk... ) i was prominent yet discreet, my presence was felt immensely yet i was but a mystery. Like Pico correctly asserts the dignity of man is but in his freedom, his ability to transform himself. So let me be, as i delude myself into thinking the princess (that i am) into existence.no hateration, just cheer and godwill is all i demand. Mehn, Nigeria is getting there, little by little with baby steps, hopefully we will get there before our generation becomes extinct. They are creating a new line of buses that would run throughout Lagos state, hopefully these buses would result in the removal of the other yellow buses plying the roads. The buses are state owned therein the system should be similar to a regular state transport administration, optimistically. Hopefully, these buses have a stipulated bus fee, a bus schedule ( very unlikely with the ceaseless traffic), a machine to put the money into et cetera. However, the bus system is yet to be enacted, but they have many bus stops for the new buses.
In that aspect Nigeria is changing, burgeoning even you may say, in other facets however it has remained parochial, unrelenting. Let me explicate... so it hot, but breezily so..you look out your car window and see a guy wearing an argyle vest sweater complete with a long sleeve shirt underneath...i am unperturbed, if anything it is a fad, begun stupidly by who i do not know or particularly care to find out about. But that is not the issue, neither is the fact that when i look out the other window, i see a bus conductor wearing what i perceive to be a WINTER jacket at first, but i chide my self, O Adia! you and your eyes! so i rub them and alight my spectacles upon that BEAUTIFULLY FURNISHED NOSE, and alas on closer inspection, i see.. not only is it proudly warm against the heat of the sun, it proclaims for anyone who cares to read " THE NORTH FACE". A WINTER jacket in all its rights it is. Lagos roads are marvelous, the people on them surpass even the entertainment these new hi-tech devices bring. You need but look, and this is exactly what i do.
My senses were throughly abused, i must confess, not in the way your vile minds are thinking (ok, maybe that too, i was probably a perpetrator sef) but in a way that called upon my sense of pity to withstand the gall of my amusement. it was a hot day, hot indeed, seeking air desperately i opened the car windows and my eyes were at once harassed by a woman wearing a TWEED two piece suit, flat (verily so) shoes, and a beret to jazz it all up. At first i could not contain my laughter, the first words that fell out of my mouth were "In this heat?",then the pity came, it was probably for modesty she languished..false modesty in my opinion.But i digress...
So back to the issue of Nigeria's parochialism, the instance was thus: it was a Sunday, i woke up early, and dressed for church, i wore a dress with straps referred to by many as "Spaghetti straps", it's neckline was v-shaped, plunging a little, not low enough to derail a man from his God chosen path, the only fault it might have been said to have was it exposed the back, how that is immodest i do not know (can someone pls tell me?????). So i was feeling rather cute with myself, when after church i was told by my wonderful *Deaconess* mummy that a lady came and complained about my dressing. Her words were so: "Deaconess Claire ,how can you let your daughter wear such a thing? don't you know that other children will see her and start wearing worse things? please don't allow her to wear such again" when asked what the problem was with the dress she declared " Ah! immediately i entered the church it was only her back i saw". ok!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! so did my back have kro-kro?..what is wrong with breeze blowing me and my back in my father's house eh? Bloggers, i would have u know that i am not bountifully endowed in the massive tissues regions (of which i'm very content with what i've got) (u don't get it? chest region..still not getting it? visit a school!)...hence, i can wear the almost deepest plunger and look nice, nearly saintly. I reveal naught but SPACE. So no question about the v-neck..now for the back..i'll scry (*Charmed* word) for a pic, but it ended below the shoulder-blade bones. So maybe they are right and my mind has become so much so twisted that i cannot decipher right from wrong, modesty from immodesty, maybe over the years my narrow-mind has become broad, liberal..perhaps too liberal..or maybe they need to be more accepting, take time to smell the frangipanis, rather than die in tweed, revel in the luxury of cotton and let the sun kiss their skins! What do you reckon? BTW, Vals day....hmmmm. let's do word associations.. 2008 Val's day- terrible bore, yawn, work and study. In retrospect, 2007 Val's day- Movies, Foine Idris, Tyler Perry, Nachos and cheese, T.G.I's Fridays, 2006 Valentine's eve- (no more word associations) He said i think i've fallen for you. I said- what? He said i think i love you.I laughed and said you barely know me. I never got my Valentine gift that year..i reckon i shouldn't have laughed.
In that aspect Nigeria is changing, burgeoning even you may say, in other facets however it has remained parochial, unrelenting. Let me explicate... so it hot, but breezily so..you look out your car window and see a guy wearing an argyle vest sweater complete with a long sleeve shirt underneath...i am unperturbed, if anything it is a fad, begun stupidly by who i do not know or particularly care to find out about. But that is not the issue, neither is the fact that when i look out the other window, i see a bus conductor wearing what i perceive to be a WINTER jacket at first, but i chide my self, O Adia! you and your eyes! so i rub them and alight my spectacles upon that BEAUTIFULLY FURNISHED NOSE, and alas on closer inspection, i see.. not only is it proudly warm against the heat of the sun, it proclaims for anyone who cares to read " THE NORTH FACE". A WINTER jacket in all its rights it is. Lagos roads are marvelous, the people on them surpass even the entertainment these new hi-tech devices bring. You need but look, and this is exactly what i do.
My senses were throughly abused, i must confess, not in the way your vile minds are thinking (ok, maybe that too, i was probably a perpetrator sef) but in a way that called upon my sense of pity to withstand the gall of my amusement. it was a hot day, hot indeed, seeking air desperately i opened the car windows and my eyes were at once harassed by a woman wearing a TWEED two piece suit, flat (verily so) shoes, and a beret to jazz it all up. At first i could not contain my laughter, the first words that fell out of my mouth were "In this heat?",then the pity came, it was probably for modesty she languished..false modesty in my opinion.But i digress...
So back to the issue of Nigeria's parochialism, the instance was thus: it was a Sunday, i woke up early, and dressed for church, i wore a dress with straps referred to by many as "Spaghetti straps", it's neckline was v-shaped, plunging a little, not low enough to derail a man from his God chosen path, the only fault it might have been said to have was it exposed the back, how that is immodest i do not know (can someone pls tell me?????). So i was feeling rather cute with myself, when after church i was told by my wonderful *Deaconess* mummy that a lady came and complained about my dressing. Her words were so: "Deaconess Claire ,how can you let your daughter wear such a thing? don't you know that other children will see her and start wearing worse things? please don't allow her to wear such again" when asked what the problem was with the dress she declared " Ah! immediately i entered the church it was only her back i saw". ok!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! so did my back have kro-kro?..what is wrong with breeze blowing me and my back in my father's house eh? Bloggers, i would have u know that i am not bountifully endowed in the massive tissues regions (of which i'm very content with what i've got) (u don't get it? chest region..still not getting it? visit a school!)...hence, i can wear the almost deepest plunger and look nice, nearly saintly. I reveal naught but SPACE. So no question about the v-neck..now for the back..i'll scry (*Charmed* word) for a pic, but it ended below the shoulder-blade bones. So maybe they are right and my mind has become so much so twisted that i cannot decipher right from wrong, modesty from immodesty, maybe over the years my narrow-mind has become broad, liberal..perhaps too liberal..or maybe they need to be more accepting, take time to smell the frangipanis, rather than die in tweed, revel in the luxury of cotton and let the sun kiss their skins! What do you reckon? BTW, Vals day....hmmmm. let's do word associations.. 2008 Val's day- terrible bore, yawn, work and study. In retrospect, 2007 Val's day- Movies, Foine Idris, Tyler Perry, Nachos and cheese, T.G.I's Fridays, 2006 Valentine's eve- (no more word associations) He said i think i've fallen for you. I said- what? He said i think i love you.I laughed and said you barely know me. I never got my Valentine gift that year..i reckon i shouldn't have laughed.
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