meaningful ramblings

Today I'm definitely chipper. Thank God. And seeing as i've been tagged by Neefemi  to do 10 things I love, I shall be doing just that. So drumroll .....in no particular order, 10 things I love: 1. Champagne          I really love champagne.  Dont get me wrong, I love wine too. But champagne always does it for me. It suits my every mood. When people ask what kind of alcohol I like, I reply with ..."i'm a champagne girl" 2. C O L O U R I love colour. Which surely must be weird because my fave is grey. But yeah, I do.I love colour's ability to change the way something looks with an instant 'swish'. Imagine an all grey photo. Then insert a splash of yellow. And purple and red. See.....color influences my mood greatly. I love when it blends fluidly. Or when its so garish that your eyes cringe from the effort. Whichever way. 3. SEX     Do you need a photo? O_o. Insert yours. 4. Books     ...

I cant exactly concentrate on anything else so I might as well. This post began in my mind just after Da Grin died. See, I didnt really pay attention to his music. Well to anything apart from Kondo which I love. Thing is my grasp of yoruba is rubbish and I couldnt understand why someone would decide to rap in the language. Like our kids another reason to have poor diction. Then he died and I felt his abscence. Quite keenly infact.But not as much as I do now. You see, the day after his death, I went out and bought his album. Just so that I could have Kondo for keeps. Then I fell in love with the entire album. The sincerity in the first two songs. Everything. I still dont understand all of what he's saying, but I got it. And I realised I didnt give him a fair chance. I should have listened first. See the thing about life is that its seems really long. Everyday we stare at the clocks at our workplaces, waiting for ^pm (for those that close at 6), or for some like us, till whenever t...

I dont know what to say. Or rather where to start. Mum just called to say my uncle passed this morning. He wasnt exactly a blood relative. Or if he was, perhaps 8 degrees far. But growing up, he was a second father. Uncle Frank, RIP. I cant believe im doing another post about death so soon after the last. And this time I am not sitting composed at my desk saying "Death Be Not Proud" . I am in my car .crying. Crying for the man ive known since i was old enough to distinguish between different faces. The man whose house i toddled past on my way to nursery school each morning, whose wife would had me freshly baked sugar cookies. She was my brother's'godmother and i always wished she was mine. He and his wife called eachother 'love' till the day she died of breast cancer about 5 years ago. The man who called his last daughter 'champ'. That daughter, my best friend since forever. She called me 2 days ago to say she's'getting married in a few month...

 Hey people, today i'm gonna be doing a music post. I havent done one in a while, i think. So i'll be listing my favourite songs of the moment (in no particular order) and from a while, and i'll tell you the first time I heard it and the exact emotion i felt when I heard it. Good? No fibbing i promise. btw, p.s(i know p.s comes after but i didnt know wht else to use) neefemi  I saw your tag. Thank you :) ) ok, here goes; 1. Flightless Bird, American Mouth ~ Iron and Wine      It must have been about 3am ish. My mate stayed over at my hotel that night and he'd sent the  song to my phone earlier but I hadn't really listened to it. For some reason though. i put it on my 'sleep' playlist. I woke up at that time to the song playing in my ear and I felt such deep sadness. You see the last time I'd woken up in the middle of the night to music playing in my ear was last year, when my now ex boyfriend went away for the weekend and he made us a playlist...

I did not know Da Grin personally. But through his music I knew the artiste he was. And I was impressed. He was young and clearly bullish (in a good way, in his music) and knew just what he wanted out of his music. I watched him perform at Slushh and I thought to myself, Oh my! yummy. Then I heard him laugh that litlle laugh at the beginning of "Kondo" right before he says "its your boy Da Grin: and I just wanted to hug him. But now he is no more and we'll never hear that laugh on another record. But....his music, for however long we had it, will continue to live on. So, to quote John Donne, "Death Be Not Proud" Death be not proud, though some have called thee, Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so; For, those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow, Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me. From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be, Much pleasure, then from the, much more must flow, And soonest our best men with thee do go, Rest of ...

My cousin is getting married this weekend and I am amazed at her courage. Her willingness to "forsake all others" and all those other marraige vows. I asked her how she can be so trusting. She says it is part faith, part love. Nothing scares me more than that act of surrender. The submission to fate and the irrevocable searing of one's life with that of another. The re-alignment of one's dreams. The helplessness. The surrender that terrifies is not that of loving someone. It is the one of being loved. To quote Carson Mccullers, "Therefore the value and quality of any love is determined solely by the lover himself. It is for this reason that most of us would rather love than be loved. Almost everyone wants to be the lover. And the curt truth is that in a deep secret way, the state of being beloved is intolerable to many. The beloved fears and hates the lover, and with the best of reasons. For the lover is forever trying to strip bare his beloved. The lover cr...

~Bollocks!!!MTN is on its NEPA p again~ ~apartment hunting in lagos is not for kids.I'm getting tired of buying castle every week. I'm building a castle with castle. Meh. Dry joke~ ~i know I shouldn't feel an ounce of glee seeing as some of my family are stuck in london because of the volcanic/volcano ash and it appears they may not be able to make it back for the wedding. I'd be wailing if my father had to give me away on skype and trusting our internet service in naij, it would be a disaster. Like the time the power rangers' daddy what's-his-face almost died in the movie.if u don't know what I'm talking about, you were most likely an atutupoyoyo~ ~why do I like the term "atutupoyoyo" so much. I'll have u know that there's atutupoyoyo generator (I better pass), atutupoyoyo bread (agege bread) etc.~ ~i couldn't write yesterday. The words didn't come and it frustrated me to no end~ ~if you are on twirra and upon all my begging yo...

~i really had these thoughts on a tuesday. Ask Loose and blame MTN and their rationing of BIS~ ~ M.I. has fallen my hand. Big time. Like heartbroken type falling of hand. Kilode. Ahan nau. Se na like dis we go de dey. (That last bit was for special effect. Just like drumming on a bottle is used to create special effects in Naija movies)~ ~ I will comment my reserve about enough is enough. *insert kanye shrug* then *insert messi shrug* I'm not saying its not a good thing, but let's be reminded that change comes from within. O dear rallyerian( my word) have you paid your taxes? Do u bribe police cos your car papers are outdated or incomplete? Or do you bribe nepa to connect u to another street's power line? Lemme not even go on and on about this. U get my point~ ~ I am such a music ashewo. Remember 2 weeks ago when it was T-Pain's reverse cowgirl? Now its Usher's OMG. As in omg mehn. If I should dance to this song in a club, I reckon someone would do to me what ...

So there's this huge wedding in my family this month and everybody is coming rom everywhere. I have to state at this point that extended family make me uncomfortable. You know how you have a gekko high up on your wall watching you and you cant get a broom long enough to drive it away and you have to sleep? yeah, just like that. I don't know why, but they always have. All but one. My darling big cousin. Then he got married and that was the end of that story. Anyways, my dad's sister, one of the 5 will be coming from amirika and my dad calmly informed me last night that she will be sleeping in my room. Incredulousity (is this even a word?). The conversation went thus : Daddy: Bimbo, Yemi will be staying in your room when she comes on thursday Me: You must be kidding me daddy. like seriously? are you for real? aint gonna happen. Daddy: I'm very serious. She cant stay in the guest room because Tunde is there, and she cant stay in Dipo's room because well, its di...

Dont mind the title. I am scared. like crippling paralyzing fear. I dont trust the him even though I know I should. I cant go there again. I promised myself I wouldnt. I just cant. It was too dark, too hot and too cold. The pain felt like i should curl up and die. He should just leave me alone. LEAVE ME! But i don't want him to go. I really don't. Never have. I'm just afraid.

~Potentially smelly balls shall now be called smelly balls. and no, i havent smelt them. But he's gotten on my last nerve and I decided he needed a graduation. The phool asked me today to give him a hug that he deserves. I nearly kneed him in the groin. However, evaluations are around the corner, and I need that EP rating~ ~EP means exceptional performer. KPMG people have been accused of having all sorts of names for things~ ~there's a rat called Clif at my Client's. he's actually human and he has decided that all he wants from me is that I return his love. how do i tell him that he is below my ADPT~ ~ADPT means audit difference posting threshold. u'll probably not understand this, so lemme just say that he is below the threshold that is below my materiality. if u still dont understand, google it, or shoot yoself~ ~I hate fighting with the german. even after we've settled, i loathe the wasted hours spent hating on him~ ~i should probably tell my daddy ...