Somebody help me o! blogger does self editing and takes out chunks of what i've written when i'm done posting..leaving blank spaces..any suggestions????
Looking at this poem now, I'm thinking my little someone is probably anorexic, plus crackers and soup ? Why couldn't it be Garri and Ofe Onubu? ok..something light..plaintain chips.lol. My mind was really fascinated by the American/British culture. I recall wanting to taste and feel snow. (I have.lol!) But,that's story for another day joo...
Monday, February 9, 2009
Saturday, February 7, 2009
My Little someone and I.
Hey Guys!! Happy New Year!!!! Here's hoping the new year brings many wonderful things and it is indeed a year of unspeakable joy for us all. Amen!
Ok, so I know I haven't come back to finish my series *On love, crushes, and jeans* but I will be back..It's just two more to go and it features crushes even on blogsville (scandalous eh?)..so hopefully, I'll get it done. For now, here is a poem I wrote when I was 17, I was (almost) fresh out of high school, ok, not really - a year out of high school, my inspiration? My t.v hugging cousin. Enjoy! P.S - I didn't change anything..this is what my 17-year old mind came up with.
MY LITTLE SOMEONE & I
I'm frustrated, on the verge of insanity all because...
I know a little someone who's up till 3a.m and funny enough when I wake at dawn,
he was up an hour before.
It's puzzling and I can't comprehend it, how my little someone does it.
He's awake at 5, sets out at 6, and by 7 he's in his chair
Punching numbers on his keyboard, picking the phone that's always ringing, attending to people as they walk in and out of his office.
I wonder how he isn't crazy!
He skips lunch as always, he says he's keeping fit, he sits back in his chair sipping mineral water, his fingers working steadily on his computer.
Soon the day is over, he jumps into the seat of his Rover, he starts back home where he eventually has a light dinner - crackers and soup, sometimes a bowl or two. (Only on weekends does my little someone indulge, he has breakfast, lunch, and dinner!)
When he's done eating, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.
Soon he's seated on the cushion facing the T.V, he so loves the movies one would think he was born with them. Now he has his bottle in one hand, the other is on the remote, I don't even bother trying 'cos I know the T.V's taken till three.
So there he sits watching the people and the movies, I really don't know what's so interesting.
I don't get to see him sleep but at dawn when I wake, he was awake long before
I've tried, really tried to understand but my brain just can't process this data. He's an enigma that isn't unfolding. A mystery so very frustrating.
Doctors say you need 7 hours sleep to be healthy, strong, and merry. My little someone is never sick, yet he sleeps just for an hour. He doesn't have the occasional headaches, not even the slightest trace of a fever. He's cheerful, blithe, and merry as a palace jester. Now you see why I'm going mad, he should have been dead long before now.
But he's alive, yes! alive, bubbling with so much vivacity.
So here I rest my case. I'm letting sleeping dogs lie, though I'm on the brink of madness my litte someone is my guide!
Looking at this poem now, I'm thinking my little someone is probably anorexic, plus crackers and soup ? Why couldn't it be Garri and Ofe Onubu? ok..something light..plaintain chips.lol. My mind was really fascinated by the American/British culture. I recall wanting to taste and feel snow. (I have.lol!) But,that's story for another day joo...
Ok, so I know I haven't come back to finish my series *On love, crushes, and jeans* but I will be back..It's just two more to go and it features crushes even on blogsville (scandalous eh?)..so hopefully, I'll get it done. For now, here is a poem I wrote when I was 17, I was (almost) fresh out of high school, ok, not really - a year out of high school, my inspiration? My t.v hugging cousin. Enjoy! P.S - I didn't change anything..this is what my 17-year old mind came up with.
MY LITTLE SOMEONE & I
I'm frustrated, on the verge of insanity all because...
I know a little someone who's up till 3a.m and funny enough when I wake at dawn,
he was up an hour before.
It's puzzling and I can't comprehend it, how my little someone does it.
He's awake at 5, sets out at 6, and by 7 he's in his chair
Punching numbers on his keyboard, picking the phone that's always ringing, attending to people as they walk in and out of his office.
I wonder how he isn't crazy!
He skips lunch as always, he says he's keeping fit, he sits back in his chair sipping mineral water, his fingers working steadily on his computer.
Soon the day is over, he jumps into the seat of his Rover, he starts back home where he eventually has a light dinner - crackers and soup, sometimes a bowl or two. (Only on weekends does my little someone indulge, he has breakfast, lunch, and dinner!)
When he's done eating, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.
Soon he's seated on the cushion facing the T.V, he so loves the movies one would think he was born with them. Now he has his bottle in one hand, the other is on the remote, I don't even bother trying 'cos I know the T.V's taken till three.
So there he sits watching the people and the movies, I really don't know what's so interesting.
I don't get to see him sleep but at dawn when I wake, he was awake long before
I've tried, really tried to understand but my brain just can't process this data. He's an enigma that isn't unfolding. A mystery so very frustrating.
Doctors say you need 7 hours sleep to be healthy, strong, and merry. My little someone is never sick, yet he sleeps just for an hour. He doesn't have the occasional headaches, not even the slightest trace of a fever. He's cheerful, blithe, and merry as a palace jester. Now you see why I'm going mad, he should have been dead long before now.
But he's alive, yes! alive, bubbling with so much vivacity.
So here I rest my case. I'm letting sleeping dogs lie, though I'm on the brink of madness my litte someone is my guide!
Looking at this poem now, I'm thinking my little someone is probably anorexic, plus crackers and soup ? Why couldn't it be Garri and Ofe Onubu? ok..something light..plaintain chips.lol. My mind was really fascinated by the American/British culture. I recall wanting to taste and feel snow. (I have.lol!) But,that's story for another day joo...
Thursday, November 27, 2008
On love, crushes, and JEANS I...
So it's been a while and yes, i'm dutifully guilty..verily so even. Mz. Dee (Shout out!) how u been?, thanks for forever checking up on me...further evidence that even though my blog may be moribund, it hasn't totally gone under. (Make u update sha, so u don't join the likes of Ozaveshe and Co...yes i know pot calling kettle black). Well, I've been good, life is good, taking it one day at a time..now to the subject at hand. I know you all are nearly falling out your seats and over yourselves just because i mentioned the L word. (Ok..so i kid myself..allow me enjoy the fantasy.). It began like this, (insert naija soundtrack here, somewhat along the lines of *gengengenge* and do the flashback thing) I woke one morning, had not previously prepared my day clothes the night before like i was trained to do,did the usual morning rituals donned my top,thermal wear, and then the jeans and was off to catch my bus, earphones stuck in both ears, book in hand.
So I sat at the bustop waiting for it to come as tears rolled down my eyes, cold biting my fingers, desperately and tirelessly, despite my gloves that were 60% wool and then it came. "Goodmorning" I said in a cheery tone that was not forced " 'mornin" he answered and then I swiped my bus pass wiped the tears that streamed down my cheeks and made my way to a seat. The bus came to a halt or maybe screeched, (I couldn't hear still had the earphones plugged in) I alighted and walked to work, I got to work removed my jacket and hung it, ready to start the day. "Hey Ro" I greeted my coworker "Hey Adia..how was your weekend?" "Good" and so we began small talk and later commenced throwing straws and gumballs at each other.
But this all happpened before I SAT and then it happened, i looked into my lap, one leg crossed high above the other and I was confronted with a long line on the inner thigh, like an angry gash lacerating the skin only this gash was in my jeans!!! I screamed silently, looking down again and willingly it to not be true...but it was because beneath the line my pink thermal wear peeked out as if to say "yoo-hoo, i can see you". This was wrong, so very wrong, my KILLER jeans (KJ) was dead!!
What ? You don't know what killer jeans are???? I'll elaborate, its the least I can do in an attempt to aid the transition of my KJ to glory (regardless of the fact that it's still being rocked). Killer Jeans...hmm..my killer jeans were my world, my love, second only to the KS (killer stilettos). It created illusions and enhanced amazingly, these jeans brought out the best of my butt (for which the two cheeks will forever be grateful), it fit right, totally right, and clung in all the right places. Not only was it my KJ it was also my one nation jeans which might explain the *oh so sad tear*, I rocked the joint eh! at some point I pitied the jeans too. My KJ got me compliments from "Wow..I love your jeans" "Where did you get them?" "Adia..Omg!! see your butt (d jealous ones.he he)" to "This jeans does wonders o!, everytime you wear it ehn.." Alas, KJ is dying of "rockingtearkolotis", and nothing can be done *sob sob* venturing to allow KJ undergo surgery involving stitching by the Calabar guy will last for a while but there will be further tearkolotis in future.
KJ wants all lady bloggers to know that they should all have KJs in their closests and this is the legacy she desires to leave behind...
" I KJ,once living in stuffed Ghana-must-go's, laid on waterproof sheets, left to the elements, scorched and baked in the sun, stray rivulets of sweat found their way to me, I was haggled over "2-5" he screamed, she looked dumbly and hissed lowly "1-5 ,last price" she answered and I could not understand what happened to the zeroes. "2000" she chirped, he consented. I was bought, designed by "C'est moi" my Aba artists, I soon found myself on a plane, my back snugly warm not for long though. I was ushered into biting cold my colors threatened to run from the threads but i held them in check, she can't possibly wear me everyday I told them, we'll find ourselves in a warm closet soon enough I told them but i was wrong, dead wrong. She must have loved me, a hella of a lot, cos I was rocked three days a week, sometimes mercifully two. She alternated between me and Sir Skinny, but there were so many others- Sir Levi, Sir Londonwhite, Miss Corduroy, Miss delightful-blue..ah..but it was just me...
I leave this life on account of rockingtearkolotis, but a hero even in death.Adieu!" *Rockingtearkolotis* - disease that often results in death of jeans a consequence of over-rocking
*Tearkolotis*- continuing tear and decline in jeans after having been stitched, this too often results in death
So I sat at the bustop waiting for it to come as tears rolled down my eyes, cold biting my fingers, desperately and tirelessly, despite my gloves that were 60% wool and then it came. "Goodmorning" I said in a cheery tone that was not forced " 'mornin" he answered and then I swiped my bus pass wiped the tears that streamed down my cheeks and made my way to a seat. The bus came to a halt or maybe screeched, (I couldn't hear still had the earphones plugged in) I alighted and walked to work, I got to work removed my jacket and hung it, ready to start the day. "Hey Ro" I greeted my coworker "Hey Adia..how was your weekend?" "Good" and so we began small talk and later commenced throwing straws and gumballs at each other.
But this all happpened before I SAT and then it happened, i looked into my lap, one leg crossed high above the other and I was confronted with a long line on the inner thigh, like an angry gash lacerating the skin only this gash was in my jeans!!! I screamed silently, looking down again and willingly it to not be true...but it was because beneath the line my pink thermal wear peeked out as if to say "yoo-hoo, i can see you". This was wrong, so very wrong, my KILLER jeans (KJ) was dead!!
What ? You don't know what killer jeans are???? I'll elaborate, its the least I can do in an attempt to aid the transition of my KJ to glory (regardless of the fact that it's still being rocked). Killer Jeans...hmm..my killer jeans were my world, my love, second only to the KS (killer stilettos). It created illusions and enhanced amazingly, these jeans brought out the best of my butt (for which the two cheeks will forever be grateful), it fit right, totally right, and clung in all the right places. Not only was it my KJ it was also my one nation jeans which might explain the *oh so sad tear*, I rocked the joint eh! at some point I pitied the jeans too. My KJ got me compliments from "Wow..I love your jeans" "Where did you get them?" "Adia..Omg!! see your butt (d jealous ones.he he)" to "This jeans does wonders o!, everytime you wear it ehn.." Alas, KJ is dying of "rockingtearkolotis", and nothing can be done *sob sob* venturing to allow KJ undergo surgery involving stitching by the Calabar guy will last for a while but there will be further tearkolotis in future.
KJ wants all lady bloggers to know that they should all have KJs in their closests and this is the legacy she desires to leave behind...
" I KJ,once living in stuffed Ghana-must-go's, laid on waterproof sheets, left to the elements, scorched and baked in the sun, stray rivulets of sweat found their way to me, I was haggled over "2-5" he screamed, she looked dumbly and hissed lowly "1-5 ,last price" she answered and I could not understand what happened to the zeroes. "2000" she chirped, he consented. I was bought, designed by "C'est moi" my Aba artists, I soon found myself on a plane, my back snugly warm not for long though. I was ushered into biting cold my colors threatened to run from the threads but i held them in check, she can't possibly wear me everyday I told them, we'll find ourselves in a warm closet soon enough I told them but i was wrong, dead wrong. She must have loved me, a hella of a lot, cos I was rocked three days a week, sometimes mercifully two. She alternated between me and Sir Skinny, but there were so many others- Sir Levi, Sir Londonwhite, Miss Corduroy, Miss delightful-blue..ah..but it was just me...
I leave this life on account of rockingtearkolotis, but a hero even in death.Adieu!" *Rockingtearkolotis* - disease that often results in death of jeans a consequence of over-rocking
*Tearkolotis*- continuing tear and decline in jeans after having been stitched, this too often results in death
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Meme ( so i took princesa's advice)
1.What time did you get up this morning? 7.10 am
2. Diamonds or pearls? Can i have both?
3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema? Tyler Perry's Meet the Browns
4. What is your favorite TV show? Army wives, Fuji house of commotion, All of us, still standing...............
5. What did you have for breakfast? Pancakes, eggs, and corn beef hash.
6. What is your middle name? Starts with an E, at some point in my life it became Jacqueline.
7. What is your favorite cuisine/meal? In case you haven't noticed, i don't have a favorite anything..not colors, foods.... oh but i'm liking Indian cuisine right now sha.
8. What foods do you dislike? Nothing really that i've tried, however Garri- not my favorite
9. Your favorite Potato chip? Hmm...sunchips..healthy stuvs, oh and ritz chips.fabulosa!
10. What is your favorite CD at the moment? Hmm..Asa, those rooftoop boys- shocktherapy is it?
11. What kind of car do you drive? The one you'll hopefully be getting me.
12. Favorite sandwich? Mummy's hardboiled egg and cucumber sandwich.
13. What characteristics do you despise? Arrogance.
14. Favorite item of clothing? this i can choose, hand me a pair of jeans anyday.
15. If you could go anywhere in the world on vacation, where would you go? All around it.
16. What color is your bathroom? White tiles, cream walls, blue pastels.
17. Favorite brand of clothing? Style knows no brand....hmm..just coined that one.
18. Where were you born? Lagos, Nigeria
19. Favorite sport(s) to watch? hmm...
20. Who do you least expect to respond to this? Neyo my one and only Chimere. *sob*
21. Person you expect to respond first? Hmm..The Scribe maybe..
22. What laundry scent do you use? Something with flowers
23. Coke or Pepsi? Coke
24. Are you a morning person or night owl? Night
25. What size shoe do you wear? 8 1/2..anyone wanna buy me a pair?
26. Do you have pets? Yep. i did..they died, i still do.
27. Any new and exciting news you'd like to share with everyone? I'm working on a short story. surprisingly, i'm totally committed. hmm...
28. What did you want to be when you were little? A doctor, writer and part time singer..i actually used to chant this when people asked..then it changed to architect, scientist, and part time singer. Now..u ask, do i sing??
29. Favourite Candy Bar? Twix, Peanut Chews, Bounty..however i"ll take Walker's Shortbread over all three anyday.
30. What is your best childhood memory? My sisters and I play-acting, singing on poof stages while my Daddy crooned nwalecha in the background.
31. What are the different jobs you have had in your life? Salesperson, Marketer.
32. What color/type underwear are you? Pink boyshorts
33.Nicknames: Atinga, Aso,Asocabin,...and the list goes on
34. Piercings ? One in each ear.
35. Eye color? Will get back to u on that...Black or Brown..not sure
36. Ever been to Africa? lived and breathed it yo!
37. Ever been toilet papering or rolling? This question na waya o. is that even a word?
38. Love someone so much it made you cry? Nope
39. Been in a car accident? Never
40. Croutons or bacon bits? These two are deadly..must i pick? wheat croûtons will suffice..no cheese.
41.Favorite day of the week? Friday baby!
42. Favorite restaurant? Hmm...
43. Favorite flower? Chrysanthemum..ok..nt really..i just like the sound of it..the emperor of China ones are very pretty though.
44. Favorite ice cream? Haagen dazs..anyday!
45. How many times did you fail your driver's test? Never did, at least not yet.
46. What color is your bedroom carpet? Brown
47. From whom did you get your last e-mail? A bunch of random marketers ( how do these people find me?) and friends.
48. Which stores would you choose to max out your credit card? Hmmm..tough decision..not one store however
49. What do you do most often when you are bored? Read, watch tv, play something or with someone.
50. Bedtime? 10pm- 12am
51. Who are you most curious about their responses to this questionnaire? Ah..dare i say Neyo?
52. Last person you went to dinner with? family..i think
53. What are you listening to right now? silence and the computer's humming
54. What is your favorite color? already answered thisNon
55. Lake, Ocean or river? Lake
56. How many tattoos do you have? None
57. Which came first, the chicken or the egg? who do i look like? God?
2. Diamonds or pearls? Can i have both?
3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema? Tyler Perry's Meet the Browns
4. What is your favorite TV show? Army wives, Fuji house of commotion, All of us, still standing...............
5. What did you have for breakfast? Pancakes, eggs, and corn beef hash.
6. What is your middle name? Starts with an E, at some point in my life it became Jacqueline.
7. What is your favorite cuisine/meal? In case you haven't noticed, i don't have a favorite anything..not colors, foods.... oh but i'm liking Indian cuisine right now sha.
8. What foods do you dislike? Nothing really that i've tried, however Garri- not my favorite
9. Your favorite Potato chip? Hmm...sunchips..healthy stuvs, oh and ritz chips.fabulosa!
10. What is your favorite CD at the moment? Hmm..Asa, those rooftoop boys- shocktherapy is it?
11. What kind of car do you drive? The one you'll hopefully be getting me.
12. Favorite sandwich? Mummy's hardboiled egg and cucumber sandwich.
13. What characteristics do you despise? Arrogance.
14. Favorite item of clothing? this i can choose, hand me a pair of jeans anyday.
15. If you could go anywhere in the world on vacation, where would you go? All around it.
16. What color is your bathroom? White tiles, cream walls, blue pastels.
17. Favorite brand of clothing? Style knows no brand....hmm..just coined that one.
18. Where were you born? Lagos, Nigeria
19. Favorite sport(s) to watch? hmm...
20. Who do you least expect to respond to this? Neyo my one and only Chimere. *sob*
21. Person you expect to respond first? Hmm..The Scribe maybe..
22. What laundry scent do you use? Something with flowers
23. Coke or Pepsi? Coke
24. Are you a morning person or night owl? Night
25. What size shoe do you wear? 8 1/2..anyone wanna buy me a pair?
26. Do you have pets? Yep. i did..they died, i still do.
27. Any new and exciting news you'd like to share with everyone? I'm working on a short story. surprisingly, i'm totally committed. hmm...
28. What did you want to be when you were little? A doctor, writer and part time singer..i actually used to chant this when people asked..then it changed to architect, scientist, and part time singer. Now..u ask, do i sing??
29. Favourite Candy Bar? Twix, Peanut Chews, Bounty..however i"ll take Walker's Shortbread over all three anyday.
30. What is your best childhood memory? My sisters and I play-acting, singing on poof stages while my Daddy crooned nwalecha in the background.
31. What are the different jobs you have had in your life? Salesperson, Marketer.
32. What color/type underwear are you? Pink boyshorts
33.Nicknames: Atinga, Aso,Asocabin,...and the list goes on
34. Piercings ? One in each ear.
35. Eye color? Will get back to u on that...Black or Brown..not sure
36. Ever been to Africa? lived and breathed it yo!
37. Ever been toilet papering or rolling? This question na waya o. is that even a word?
38. Love someone so much it made you cry? Nope
39. Been in a car accident? Never
40. Croutons or bacon bits? These two are deadly..must i pick? wheat croûtons will suffice..no cheese.
41.Favorite day of the week? Friday baby!
42. Favorite restaurant? Hmm...
43. Favorite flower? Chrysanthemum..ok..nt really..i just like the sound of it..the emperor of China ones are very pretty though.
44. Favorite ice cream? Haagen dazs..anyday!
45. How many times did you fail your driver's test? Never did, at least not yet.
46. What color is your bedroom carpet? Brown
47. From whom did you get your last e-mail? A bunch of random marketers ( how do these people find me?) and friends.
48. Which stores would you choose to max out your credit card? Hmmm..tough decision..not one store however
49. What do you do most often when you are bored? Read, watch tv, play something or with someone.
50. Bedtime? 10pm- 12am
51. Who are you most curious about their responses to this questionnaire? Ah..dare i say Neyo?
52. Last person you went to dinner with? family..i think
53. What are you listening to right now? silence and the computer's humming
54. What is your favorite color? already answered thisNon
55. Lake, Ocean or river? Lake
56. How many tattoos do you have? None
57. Which came first, the chicken or the egg? who do i look like? God?
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.
Friday, November 2, 2007
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!
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!
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