meaningful ramblings

What is your colour? I was thinking to myself this morning about how I didn't give a thought to the colour purple until Boluwatife Jacobs entered my life. And how her love for purple rubbed off on me, erstwhile pure lover of grey. You can say she coloured my world. Not so much with the colour itself but with her happy "I don't have a care in the world" attitude. And this made me wonder if perhaps I have added such colour to your life. If I have, what colour have I been? Have I been the colour black? Filled with nothingness, the greatest paradox if there ever was one? Or mayhaps I have been yellow. Always a laugh and a half. Have I been the colour blue? Solid dependable blue. Calm and self assured. Never wavering. An ever-fixed mark? Surely, I have been the colour violet? Deep and vibrant. A living, breathing embodiment of electricity. Sometimes touch and go but still self-replenishing. Drawing energy from all around me and making my own, expressing it all in my own wa

I just reaLly hope that you think of me,cos I'm trying to be unforgettable For some reason I think I may have lost the ability to write my heart out. It doesn't seem like a case of writer's bLoc. Just a seemingly unshakable reluctance. Some part of me is willing while the rest of me is saying a big fat no. I come up with some one liners that are reminiscent of the posts I used to write circa 2010 but that's all ...disjointed one liners. You see the issue is that I write with my heart. So 95percent of the time I don't know beforehand what I'm going to write about. But what happens when my heart decides to take a vacation? It leaves me well and truly screwed. I have a a halfway house worth of posts. Words to capture emotions at certain points in time. Posts going nowhere, lifetimes that they may have lived. "Where are our lives before we have lived it?" Neefemi, read "Calais" by kathleen Winsor. I think I may have read it too early. At 14 it ta

Hi all...I know its been a while. But I really haven't had anything to say. simply because I didn't seem to be able to adequately express myself or explain what was going on inside my head. Anyways that's another post entirely. This one is about the choices I've made or rather decided to make. I'm quitting my job yo! This month, with no new job lined up, I'm saying goodbye to KPMG. Someone here might call me crazy, irrational maybe. Or maybe just more than one someone. But before you judge me, hear me out. Have you ever felt like you were just sitting around waiting for your life to happen? And that whatever happens in between is acceptable until your life actually happens? But then as days, months and years pass the feeling fades into that nagging,mocking voice at the back of your mind as you cannot remember for reward nor ransom what it was you first loved. Over the years I've had this feeling. At first I thought it'd go away but it didn't. Until i

Its 5.58am and i am the first of the bridesmaids to wake up. Although i am not the maid of honour, i am the one in charge. Its Saturday 14th and one of my best friends is getting married today. Do you remember my cousin who was supposed to get married last year then her dad uncle Frank died? Well its the same one. Yup!, she's finally here. And as the sounds of rainfall filter into my bedroom, where incidentally we are all piled up in, I smile to myself as I know without a doubt in my heart that this is the day the Lord has made. Not the date from last year, no. This one, 14 May 2011 As head of the bridesmaids (not the chief), she is my main responsibility for the day. Last night I moisturized my special caviar into her skin and sprayed peppermint essence on her feet while together with the 6 or so other girls here we recalled tales from our childhood. My mother comes into the room at about 12:30am and orders us all to bed. We all burst into laughter and as I see her watching me,