meaningful ramblings

Sometimes it lasts in love... but sometimes it hurts instead. Yesterday was an ex's birthday. I was sweeping my room and when i took a break to check my bbm contacts' updtes, i saw "happy birthday king B" and for a second, i could not remember who that was neither could i associate March 26 to anyone who I may have known in my entire life. Until like all things which eventually come to light, i sat back faily startled. Of course it was his birthday. I went back to sweeping and the phrase "things we lost in the fire of life" came to me. You see, two years ago i would have made a production out of that date...now i couldnt even remember it. This touched me a great deal, especially as i sat down and began to wonder how many of such dates had been forgotten, at one time so precious. How many memories have been banished to the utterly deep, dark cesspool that is my mind? Consciously in an attempt to move on or like imprints in sand, gently erased by the passage

Did you ever read "when you are old" by W.B. Yeats? That was my favorite poem for a very long time. Lasting love and all. :) . Anyways, now I am old(er) and I am loving me. I saw something on twitter the other day. Don't remember the exact words but it was something about how one cannot be truly happy if one is single. Now I am assuming that single here means emotionally unattached, I.e. Not following anyone, not being followed, not obsessing over anyone e.t.c. You know, the general state of being single. And I thought to myself! 'Ang on 'ang on!(In typical Patrick fashion). What on earth is this human saying??? Have I been lying to myself all this time? *shaking my head in bewilderment* I really don't know. The thing is I am incredibly happy. For a long time I waited to find myself, and I have. And I know that it is not totally unrelated to the fact that I am indeed single. Loving it? Meh...but that doesn't make me unhappy. Ya dig? See...I relish t

The last few weeks have been horrid, not to say in the least. But still, I am here. I am an Ekiti woman. I am strong. I exude grace under pressure. I am like a blade of grass found by the riverside, supple, flexible. I am an ekiti woman. Stubborn, yet sensual. You can tell from the set of my chin and the glare in my eyes. I am to be taken seriously. You can tell from the arc of my brow, I have laughter bubbling just underneath. I am an ekiti woman. Sexy and smart. You can tell from the sway of my hips and the way I tilt my head to the side when i am thinking. To all ekiti women out there, big ups. Sent from my BlackBerry wireless device from MTN