meaningful ramblings

Happiness, that sometimes elusive mark. shifting and shapeshifting. Until it seems that one has spent an entire lifetime trying to find and keep happiness. A friend asked me recently how I was feeling. I had only one word for him....I said that there's is a disquiet within. Funny thing is that I have never used that word before. Of that I can assure you. So where it came from I do not know, exactly. But it was apt for me. I am searching. For myself. For happiness to replace this disquiet. For life and laughter to shine through. I would tell me to stop searching and just be happy but I am of a certainty that I have not quite learned how to just be. I am constantly asking myself questions. What do I really wanna do with my life? Is this going the way it should go? Am i really happy or am I stitching together patches of good moments and trying to make them into the fabric that I will one day call my life? I used to be this focused, driven person. With a sense of purpose. But I've

It took me almost two days to get from London heathrow to Lagos MM. And no I wasnt jogging. It was all thanks to Virgin Atlantic airways and its recent romance with tardiness. That and the fact that the flight was riddled with several unfortunate events such as people with numerous pieces of overweight hand luggage even though the airline's allowance for each passenger is one piece weighing not more than 6kg!, people being escorted off the plane, old women with heart problems and sever allergic reactions e.t.c.Total on-board time? 12hours. While this should deter me from flying virgin atlantic ever again, it hasnt because inasmuch as it sucks ass, Virgin Atlantic flies directly to London and they are very apologetic and very rewarding. Free miles and such. Now about this idiot Nigerian mentality. When it seemed like we would not be able to fly on the first night, this Nigerian man stood up and started yelling "Nigerian, lets talk to ourselves. our greed will not put us in tr

Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come: Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. Me and my boyfriend split up. One would think that after one month and in a totally different country that it would be easier to say. It is not. I do not harbour anger or hate or noting. Just sadness. That is all... Breakups are hard enough on their own, without it being a mutual decision due to circumstances beyond the both of you. It is not easier and i do not see the bright side. But