Lights Camera and CHEEKS!

Meet Peggy

2012-02-10T13:50:00.000-08:00

Today at LC and Cheeks Studio,It was a fun photo and Makeover session with up and coming rap artist,Peggy. She is gorgeous and prepared to take over the game. Loving the transformation...hope u like it too.

JAN 7 LAUNCH

2012-01-27T04:30:00.000-08:00

Earlier in the month, a very good friend of mine launched her T-shirt line and it was a glam event. Her name is Miss Onohi Agboighale and the T-shirt Line is called January 7 which is also her birthday. It was well attended and ‘Lights Camera and Cheeks’ was there to help out with makeup and photos. I got a couple of the tees myself and I think you should too. (Just Call 01-8828881/08034396325)Here are a few pictures…Please click to enlarge.Enjoy.

Sshhhh...Class in progress.

2012-01-25T00:46:00.000-08:00

Makeup training is always fun @ studio Cheeks'. This is Student 'B'; a MUA to be.Work is still in progress but I definitely see growth and potential.Sshhhhh...I'm not telling her that o,at least not yet...LOL

Before & After #120122

2012-01-22T14:52:00.000-08:00

@ Studio Cheeks With Tosin

2012-01-21T00:57:00.000-08:00

Cheeks Lately #120120

2012-01-20T12:54:00.000-08:00

Friends @ my studio opening

Video shoot with Eva and Kefee

Prepping Basket Mouth for a Glo commercial

My Bridal Shower.

Cheeks

Friends @ my big day

Who am I?

2012-01-18T01:33:00.000-08:00

Diary of Miss Chika? That was then,until I got caught up with life.Now I have no dairy and I certainly have no time to be one.

Blogger?Hell No!Sometimes I have the words but no time to put them together and when I find time?The words get mashed up in my head.Bloggers have it a lot easier...and that's not me.

Late? Not all the time;especially when it has to do with work.I mean,I have my fair share of lazy days buh my timing isn't bad. By the way,Is it too late to wish everyone out here a happy new year?I don't think so.Its still January.See! I wouldn't really call me late.Happy New year guys!

Fat?I embraced my 'orobo' title a long time ago;especially since sound sultan has made it the coolest thing with that song I love.I just wish the fatty chunks will leave my belly and find my ass or better still go become useful elsewhere. Did I say my ass?...I can't even handle any more fat down there. Someone biko teach me how to get my hands off the cookie jar.

Crazy?Everyone in this country is crazy jo.U must be, to live out here.Ask those of us who walked many kms to go out and join in the #occupyNigeria protest,ask Seun Kuti,ask Banky.In fact ask Jona and NLC...everybody is crazy as much as "craze pass craze".And if u don't believe me,ask Jona's solders in Ojota or better still,see a psychiatrist.

Happy?More often than not. Okay!...I'd quit being modest here. I am in a very happy place. I'm thankful for a wonderful journey in life thus far and grateful to God for seeing me through even when I'm a Naughty Chika.

Diary of Mrs Chika? O yeah I got hitched,I forgot to say and thanks in advance for the best wishes. So? Do I change my blog name to Mrs Chika?...Mba o!...No!That name isn't working for me and what's with this word 'diary' anyway?
I haven't changed much over time but I have certainly evolved. I'm still finding myself and a part of me will always love to be out here, so rather than shut down this inactive blog I've decided to get on with it.Once again;to let you into my life and my business.
Just call me Cheeks...That's what my friends call me.I'd be right back...
Off to change my blog title. :)
Much love.

Dear Friend

2010-10-05T01:01:00.001-07:00

I saw it again today
only for a change I could smile
Fingerprints of your betrayal
Stains you left behind to grace my wall
Glaring but I didn't see
So there I was
Blindly reaching out severally to no avail
My harmless arm, the price to pay
For his love,the fame and fans
Proceeds from your perfect plot

Could it have been more?
It had to be,it must be!
You played the victim at my expense
Your role must have been very demanding...
Little wonder you could no longer look me in the eye.
Glaring...but I didn't see
Still I forgive you,hard as it may seem.

But Wow! your act was fool proof
Ouuuuuuuch!
That hurt and how I still feel d sting
That painful slap while I was lost in a dream
And a warning I'd live to remember
"Wake up Chika!
For friends are not sisters
However...
They can be much more...
Or much less".

I miss you!!!

2010-07-18T05:50:00.000-07:00

A part of me, longs for the warmth and peace i find

The love and solace comparable to nothing

How i miss this place...

Yet the life I've chosen cheats repeatedly on this spot that's a definition of me.

This place where I find myself.

The tides of time can be too turbulent to find a balance.

The path I tread, a clear indication.

A path of several words victimized by a fading pen.

Distractions too many for one lifetime

Hectic days and nights too short.

And now....this breath of fresh air and a momentary sigh.

It is why I write...

Hoping no one is watching...

Sneaking in here regardless of my guilt

To steal a part of that which I miss

That which defines ME.

Alicia's plight!....(Episode one)

2010-01-19T07:27:00.001-08:00

I was right….he was staring at me

A glance that sets my soul on fire

There he was again….

A splitting image of perfection

The very culprit behind my fantasy

Behind this illicit craving I can no longer contain

I tried to speak…."What exactly is it about you?"

….The words melt in my mouth….

I take them back helplessly

I'm lost….taken by the mere sight of him

Taken by the curious look he gives encouraging me to go on,

Yet disapproving of such consent to captivity

Such willingness to be enslaved to his warmth

There he goes again….

Leaving me unsure of his stance…

But I know that look….He can't disapprove of this

Perhaps he does….but maybe not completely

He doesn't push me away…Yet he never stays

There he goes again…now walking away from me

Leaving me wanting….

Striving for that which is merely a dream

Hoping that he'd be back again….

Better late that Never... Happy 2010!

2010-01-12T16:16:00.001-08:00

About this time last year,I wrote a piece titled: Her story 2008. Basically,it was a summary of the events that I encountered that year. I poured out my heart without a care in the world, and surprisingly it caught the attention of an old schoolmate. J is a very special person and has affected my life in countless ways. Hence, my 2009 kicked off on this beautiful note and its been suffice to say that I found love,I found peace,I found friendship and I found my partner in J. He has been one of my many blessing and day by day he gives me reasons to be Thankful.

Not withstanding, I still had my fair share of obstacles and serious decision making. Moving back to Nigeria was one of the major steps I had to take but I still can't say that I have any regrets. Yes,there have been nights I was fed up,days I almost gave up on my own self and times I struggled,but my God has been faithful and has strengthened me to overcome my fears.

I have come a long way and I'm ever so grateful for family and friends that have stood by me and helped me achieve my dreams. The struggle continues but I can say that I'm right where I want be. I'm happy that I'm doing what I love as a recruitment consultant and with all humility, I seize this opportunity to introduce my very own recruitment and verification company called: "First Class Verification limited(FCV). Ps find time to visit www.firstclassverification.com for further information.

I thank you all for always being there to read my ranting and look out for me. I am counting on all the love and support I get from you guys cos its my driving force. I'd also like to say a very special thank you to the bloggers on twitter keeping it real. I love you guys and even though its long overdue, I WISH YOU ALL THE BEST OF 2010.GOD BLESS!

In my own words

2009-11-08T13:34:00.001-08:00

You taught me the best things in life are free
But wanting them has made me the enemy
Why do you see me as the unfair judge of your flawless character
cos I dared to request that u priotise my calls at midnight
You simply pronounced me a "nobody"
just one of many you can't tolerate lashing at you

How do I make u see
That complaint is not critique
That my tantrums do not amount to condemnation
That my frown in disapproval don't mean we must call it quits
I wish i knew the right words to tell you
So I'd never be the victim of your self defense

How does every utterance of mine
trigger a reminder that you're standing at d door.
That you're ever so ready to throw it all away in a battle to safeguard your threatened ego
The determination I can spot even from three attempted calls and your last sms
I plead the fifth...you've won not knowing so
I may rant and hope but I end up settling for a kiss and hug...little things that matter most

I just wish that someday you'd see
That this jealousy emanates from the heart of a woman who loves you
That missing you is why an unanswered call will bother me
That my desperation to let you into my thoughts is borne from what I feel for you deep within

I don't want to live my life in constant fear that my words will push u away....so scared I'd attempt being mute just to make you stay.
I can try but then I fear that u may never comprehend the simplicity of my heart's desires.
That your love will continually discard my thoughts as insecurities
That you will constantly disregard my feelings and term my wants "the trivial"

I wish you could stumble into my shoes and walk in them long enough to understand...
this pain I feel each time you suggest the door...cos u don't know just what it took to be here.
Yes, right here...where I stand,staring in that direction
waiting on you to shut the door
...walking away just to prove that you can
I'm too tired to fight...too weak to cry

You may know alternatives ,but I know choices.
I made my choice...I chose you
...I just doubt if that will ever count.

Stronger!

2009-10-15T15:24:00.000-07:00

It must be these words you resound in my ears
Urging me to move on when I know not how
It must be your strong arms
Guiding my paths…so I may not falter
For how do I explain that however narrow that path
I manage to wriggle my way through
Who is this me, strengthened and undaunted overnight
I stare in amazement, continuously stunned by this fight in me
emanating from nothing that I know…nothing I understand
Every setback has become an inspiration
The pacifying wind after the storm
The calmness borne from yet another nightmare
Many times I fall and grope unsteadily
Striving for dreams, seemingly resorting to nothing
But again…that darkness gives way to light
A clear restoration of so much more than I ever hoped for
I know not this me…but I remain in awe
Because undoubtedly a stranger lives in me
A valiant warrior that has truly taken over
Urging me to walk in shoes I always feared I’d never fit into
Leading me on…even until today…five months later
Who is this stranger?
Who is this new me…
Who are you?
Helping me pass through life’s unpredictable journey
Holding me up….
Making it worth every day
…just so you’d know…
I’m thankful!

Post Study Work...My Dilemma (Part ii)

2009-07-29T22:40:00.000-07:00

…Every single hearing felt like the last but it was only just the beginning. I should have known, from the minute the home office challenged the decision that had been made in my favour that I should only expect the worst. Their argument was that you haven’t gained a qualification until your certificate had been issued. On the other hand, Post study work policy guide clearly stated that in the event that the certificate had not been issued, a letter from the school would suffice but No, these people were bent on arguing with each other whilst I remained the victim of their confusion. I was grounded in the UK, my life was on hold because I couldn’t travel anywhere until the saga was resolved.

It had been eight long months since I began the battle and I suddenly got tired. I lost the will to fight and my spirit of adventure left me. I could go on and on with them as I stood a very good chance since I had eventually received my certificate in the process, but even that which was meant to be a reminder that I would win the battle, constantly reminded me that I had completed my mission in that place. Yes, that place that I dreamed about until the very minute I got there. That place that I once felt lost in but eventually became my home. I can’t believe I thought of it as home. That city, called London that was once my favourite destination.

Everyday was a new experience and every experience taught a lesson. The buses, the trains, the tube maps and even the long walks all played a role in my journey through the big city. Sometimes it was fun and laughter, it was satisfaction and peace but there were times that all I felt in that place was loneliness. I actually learnt the true meaning of that word in London….but I was used to it regardless. London had become a part of me until they deprived me of my freedom to travel around, especially to my very own Nigeria. Then it all became pointless, what exactly was I fighting for? Why did I have to imprison myself in that place, a society that has failed to welcome me even as an international student? Why was I struggling to be a part of people who were so willing to kick me out even though I had clearly obtained my degree? Who says I need two years of permission to work my ass off in their country before I started off my career? I was sick to my stomach of the several hearings with the so called judges and the home office representatives. I was sick of being stuck in the UK,I was sick of that place and all it had to offer, I was sick of that city I once loved, and at that moment in my life, I was certain that London had left me. How could I think of it as home…when it was clear that home was away?

The 14th of May was my fourth and next hearing. I had bought my ticket back to Lagos for the 15th of May because my mind was made. My things were packed already and irrespective of the verdict, I was returning back to Lagos. The hearing actually turned out to be the same exhibition of ambiguous legal terms and a misinterpretation of their own` policies. I had nothing to add because I was done arguing with them. I just wanted to hear what and if they had any last words. Well just as I thought, they were just a bunch of time wasters who were themselves so confused and have lost track of the original basis of the arguments. Once again, the case was adjourned and unlike the times I cried because I wanted to get the bloody work visa over with and be able to visit home, this time I smiled because I was walking out of that place never to return. I realised I was never in bondage, I only chose to be the mercy of the home office. I was free at last. I had eventually set myself free.

I retuned back to Nigeria on the 16th of May and I can’t really complain. I’m not sure about the things I miss in the UK but they are not very many. One thing is for sure though; I don’t miss the 550 pounds I had to pay monthly for my tiny apartment neither will I miss the cold and lonely winter. I made a couple of great friends that made my stay out there worthwhile and I miss my colleagues of two years of working at TFL. Saying goodbye wasn’t very easy, but sometimes it’s the key to your happiness. It was definitely the key to mine as home has become where my heart is. Things are even much better than they used to be. Well, there hasn’t been much light but hey...it’s my home, I’m loving it and I can only hope for the best. I start a new job on the 3rd of August and it’s about time because I’ve been playing and having fun since I got back. I will fill you in on that bit soon but for now…im getting ready for some seriousness and I thought to update you guys since I have been MIA for too long.
Thanks to all who have looked out for me and been wondering what eventually happened. It’s always a great feeling to be back here in blogsville…Watch this space!

Seconds of Doubts...

2009-03-28T09:38:00.000-07:00

When I was young and free...
I so looked forward to the day when I would find IT
Just like in the movies, just as I have read it...
And from the very first until B I believed every moment was IT
Then B came and showed me how I was so wrong about the others
That he was IT and there could have been no other.
IT was beautiful, a feeling like no other but IT’s light grew dim
So I lost faith in IT and gave IT up cos I began to believe, there was really no IT
I grew older and wiser and learnt to make the most of every moment
Not caring about IT, No longer believing in any such thing as IT

Then one day I made a wish to a friend and that was IT
I found IT; maybe we found IT,
Just when and where we weren’t looking
I didn’t ask for it, I just wished it, quietly too,
Like the many impossibilities I had hoped for
Even when I knew it might never come to pass
Seemingly it’s happening and to me, isn’t it,
Is this really IT?

The beauty in what we share
The reality of what might become the rest of our lives
The assurance, that assurance that comes from every note in his voice
The voice that has caressed the very words that have held me captive
Too good to be true
The promises made for today and the many days ahead
It’s even most amazing…How we anticipate, despite its uncertainties…
That tomorrow we barely know yet have so readily planned for
I’m sure, most of the time….that this has to be IT…
But then it blows again every now and then
That wind of doubt…Not strong enough today
But loud enough cos my hears keep pick up the sound
The sound of the ‘what ifs’ and Maybe(s)
What if this isn’t it…Then I pray that I survive IT,
Maybe I’d never get over IT, if this isn’t IT
I’d be back to the plan, knowing and believing that there is no IT

I’d make up my mind cos I will be so done,
Done with that myth about cupid and its so called Love
I will look out for other things and make the best of Life
The future will be a plan we will both work out as partners
With one goal of building and keeping a family together
We will nurture special feelings and find love with our kids and family
I will say yes to one my favourite suitors at the time and just move on
This will become perfect plan for me,
Since I’d be convinced there is no IT. This passive plan will become IT.

But for Now… this passive plan, I have chosen to put away
For the sake of this moment that surely feels like IT.
This moment that feels so perfect and so pure.
It’s a life changing phase and all I want is to continue basking in the brightness this love has brought into my life.
I’d stay positive and despite these few seconds of doubt ….
I’d keep wishing, hoping, praying
That maybe…just maybe…
This surely is IT

"Post Study Work"....My Dilemma!

2009-02-02T06:17:00.000-08:00

“The post-study worker category allows us to retain the most able international graduates who have studied in the United Kingdom (For two years). It also enhances the United Kingdom's overall offer to international students.Post-study workers are free to look for work without having a sponsor for the length of their leave.The category provides a bridge to highly skilled or skilled work. If you are granted permission to stay as a post-study worker, we expect that you will switch into another tier of the points-based system as soon as you are able to.
Who can apply as a post-study worker?You can apply under the post-study worker category now if you are:in the United Kingdom with permission to stay under the Science and Engineering Graduates Scheme (SEGS), International Graduates Scheme (IGS) or Fresh Talent: Working in Scotland Scheme (FT:WISS); or in the United Kingdom as a student, which includes students, student nurses, students resitting examinations,and students writing up a thesis, and want to switch into the post-study worker category”. (homeoffice.gov.uk)

This journey began in October(2008) when I handed in my passport to the home office as I had almost rounded up my dissertation and thought it was pointless asking for the extension of my student visa. I had put in all the required documents to the best of my knowledge and a supporting letter from school as it was a requirement of the home office in the event that my certificate was not ready. However in November I received a Notice of refusal based on the fact that the Home Office was not certain that I will obtain the degree until they got a letter from my school stating that I had passed my Msc. This was a clear contradiction against their policy which stated that I was entitled to apply as a student writing up a thesis...

Fortunately, as at the time I received this letter, my dissertation had been marked and my school had a sent my transcripts and results. The Home Office had given me 28 days to appeal against the decision so I did just that and requested that I wanted to be present at the hearing.

I was invited to the hearing on the 8th of January 2009 and I’ve never been happier that I was there to defend myself. The so called home office representative sat there using his elaborate terms and referring to all irrelevant decrees in the constitution. The Secretary of state represented the Judiciary and asked me if I could defend myself. I presented to him copies of my transcripts and results which I had previously faxed to him and the home office respectively. I read out the reason for the refusal as stated by the home office and explained that I think it should be dismissed since I had fulfilled all requirements. He asked if the Home Office representative had received my results in the fax. The Home Office representative said he had but again he read out a part of the policy stating that the document the Home Office required is actually my Certificate. Then again I pointed out that at the end of the statement he had read to suit his selfish claim, it was clearly stated that a letter from the school explaining the present circumstance will suffice. The Secretary of State asked him if I was correct and he was forced to agree. I also pointed out that i shouldn’t have been refused in the first place because even as a student writing up a thesis I was entitled to 'post study work’. I read out that part of the policy and the Home Office representative asked for the page I was reading from. He looked lost...even after I had showed him. The Secretary of State then decided that he was quite unfamiliar these new policies and he can see that so is the Home Office representative. He said he needed two weeks to look through the policy and he will inform me of his decision in the post.

On the 14th of January 2009.I received a long letter from the secretary of state. He literarily tongue lashed the home Office. He said the home office should have spared him that irrelevant appeal especially since they had received my results prior to the date. He believed that adequate attention wasn’t given to my application in the initial Stage and even after they received my appeal. He therefore allowed my appeal on the basis that the decision on the home office was unlawful.

I must say that I was more than impressed. For once, I thought that the UK had made a decision devoid of bias and discrimination. A few days later I rang the home office saying that I haven’t heard from them with regards to getting my Visa. I was told that the Home office had a right to appeal against the decision of the judge. Truthfully I believed this was unlikely especially after that kind of letter from the Secretary of State but i still asked what I was to do if they appealed. I was told at that stage it would be strictly between the judiciary and the Home Office and i would be notified of the decision by post. I was advised to wait a few more days until I receive further information from the UK home office.
....Then a few days ago I received a letter from the Home Office with just one clear sentence:

“Notice of appeal to review the tribunal’s decision”

I'm so shocked...I would have thought that home office had more pressing issues than victimising international students who have paid thousands of pounds to study in the UK.I have obeyed the rules and i have worked only 17.5 very week and I have completed and passed my course of study? it’s not even graduation yet and they are fighting so hard to throw me out .Why do they want to rob me of that which I rightfully deserve. I haven’t come this far to be tossed about like an illegal immigrant. I couldn’t travel to Nigeria for Christmas. This weekend, I’m going to miss my regular tradition of spending my birthday in a country I’ve never been before. I can’t do anything cos I suddenly don’t have a real status; all I have is this stupid letter saying that says I have the legal right to remain in the UK until the appeal is granted. I thought it was over...I have mixed feelings now...Maybe I should just go back home instead of remaining in a society that barely wants me...but then again, I think to myself that I must see this fight to an end...What will be the Verdict?...What's the meaning of this nonsense?...What happens Next....

Her Story 2008!

2009-01-17T06:22:00.000-08:00

She remembers you, can’t believe that you are gone ‘cos oh how she remembers you!
It was that January; the symbol of hope and the promise of a better day.
She closed the doors to 5 years, thought she deserved better so braced herself and began the chase, the race for a better day.

Then came February, her very own month of birth
Everyday was a fairy tale. The ‘water bearer’ and ‘Aquarian has never known greater joy
She had enough of it all. It was joy, peace, friendship, love and fun at its best.

Happy days that continued in the month of March even more so that Fab holiday back home
Joy from the unending the calls and anticipation of a return to open arms
Open arms it was in April but this bliss was uncertain.
Too many questions and an endless wait for ‘Answer’ to knock on her door. It was a long wait from May even until June.

Then she couldn’t, she couldn’t help it anymore. So she went in the direction she had gone several times before. She had heard that unmistaken voice again.
The needy cry of a voice she had always harkened to; the voice of one that was always there and refused to let go of her hands ‘cos he knows she’s always be there.

They were best of friends, her brother from another mother; cat and dog but they wiped each other’s tears. She had premonition so she prepared and thought she was ready for the day, the day when things would change.
Until then, she would stay happy and make the most of the June, a month of celebrations and pleasant memories that linger till date.

July came with the Rubicon, the bond was broken and it was time, about time to part ways!
The hardest goodbyes are the ones said with very little words…
She was shaken but strength came from a better day! That day January had promised but forgot to prepare her for.
Yes January forgot to tell her that amidst these many promises, there would be words unkempt and goodbyes that would sadden her very heart.

August came with a breath of fresh air and gave her Norway; it gave her fun in Africa but still it gave her emotions going back and forth.Then she found her comfort zones in a friend and partner in crime. She was happy again. She could laugh, even so loud, that despair made its way home and gave way to the opening of closed doors.

September and October were days to take the chance and seize opportunities.
Someone took a chance and squeezed his way back to a favourite spot, one that not even distance could take away from him. So once again a new bond was formed but with so many doubts and unclear expectations. The present seemed fine judging from endless conversations on the phone but the trick of reality would lie on time spent when and if eventually they do!

November had its fair share of surprises some were pleasant and some disappointed her but strength had become her middle name so she bothers no more.Especially not about a friend so quick to paint her black despite the love she had for her or the one that thought to give the silent treatment despite her trying to make amends, she stopped caring especially about the one who the tagged her the enemy even after her kindness in a time of financial need.
She has resolved to put herself in the forefront at all times for the first time.

December became her Hero so she refers to him as a man. He gave her confidence like never before,
Whilst they searched for a way, he gave her choices,

Whilst they prayed for one lucky day, he gave her countless opportunities.

Even when she missed the little games with J, She was surprised by an inexplicable connection with a stranger she called X.X turned out to be a buddy, a friend, a fairy tale; he gave her companionship she best describes as a mystery. Unlike many, X says he can’t be there always but when he is, he promises perfection emanating from alliance with a higher being. Ordinary people don’t make such impressions so she holds on to the smile he’s left in her heart in anticipation that sometime soon he’d pass through again, to leave soon after but leaving her with yet an even bigger smile.

Finally she has assurance from TM which she never leaves out of her prayers, a reminder of his undying commitment despite her inconsistence. How Queer! But it was December, December thought her that some people are and will always be Heaven Sent! December stood for her victory as she was doing just fine with all the love that surrounded her. She was right where she wanted to be.

Indeed, 2008 came at her in so many colours so she thought to send messages to 2009.

On seeing January she said ‘Hold me and please prepare me better this time’. She asked to retain this smile on her face and continually keep her promise of better days.

She said to tell February that she will always be her favourite and she believes that she will always bring the warmest wishes and a great time.

She asked of March that same jolly feeling but this time in anticipation of love that’s guaranteed

She'd like to remind April that plans have been made so she mustn’t fail

She’s so expectant of May and will grace her coming even from ‘day one’ with a celebration of life and a success story

She wants June to know that she still has a premonition but this time it’s about good tidings and the News that would gladden the hearts of many

She begs July to be kind and easy on her this year for she stands prepared but not for sad goodbyes but only for joyful days

She knows that August is a comforter and will give so many more places to go, but not just for succour but so that she may explore the beauty of the world

She prays that September and October will be her companions and promise unconditional friendship. Bonds will be strengthened and even more closed doors will become ajar.
She patiently awaits November’s surprises but this time she asks that they all be pleasant. She asks to retain ‘Strength’ as her middle name but this time she begs to be at peace with all persons.

To December, she says thank you again knowing he will live up to expectations and round up her year with the fulfilment of all that she desires. She thanks him for the being the Hero and the one who be there to Congratulate her for triumph over the many lessons of her everyday life in 2009!
HAPPY NEW YEAR ALL!

Broken...

2008-08-22T11:12:00.000-07:00

In a world of my own
Too many complications
Too many uncertainties
Suddenly sick of being here… Yes, each finger points me back the way I came

Still I’m confused;
too confused to entertain company
Too lost in my own thoughts and engulfed in my emotions

I’m tired. So tired…too tired of caring too much for others
I know they cared,...oh! maybe not...They all hurt me
Worse still... not knowing how much so
Maybe I’m unnecessarily sentimental
But everyone chose d same target;to hit me where it hurts the most

So here I am…Standing at a crossroad
With a heart too heavy ...a heart so weary

I have too many decisions to make

I’m Torn between hope and dread

So withdrawn, so worried, so pained

So stuck with this drama I call my life

Happy birthday(s)

2008-07-23T04:31:00.000-07:00

Its best friends birthday today...My poor Sweetie
He’s so cute…you should see him walking around
Battling with clutches…
Well I’m there all the way to take care of him so he worries not

Here’s the catch…
It’s also booboo’s birthday…
TODAY….How coincidental

So one person gets only a bit of my time and the other gets all my love and absolute attention....Hmmmmmmmm...Now who gets what?

Some people will always be there for you through thick and thin

So I choose…..

Thank You Lord!

2008-07-18T00:54:00.000-07:00

Dear God

I write this blog not knowing how much to say thank you.
I thank you amongst every other thing today for the life of best friend
I know that you are a kind God and you forgive us despite our countless shortcomings
Best friend is so lucky cos you saved him; I know without you he’d be gone
He was so happy about going to church last Sunday…after such a long while
He went on and on about how he will keep this up cos he knows you will bless him
Indeed he is blessed! He is alive…He is safe because of you
You saved my dearest, he has always been there for me…I love him! He's atrue freind who will never leave me no matter how many fautls i have.
Father, last night he fell from the fourth floor all the way down
He can breath, he can speak, his back isn’t broken. He called me.I was so happy to be there by his side.I was happy cos even in his pain he was glad i was there.
Yet he fell….Four floors down, on concrete floor…Still, I saw him today. Alive!
He has a broken arm and a broken leg but I’m thankful cos it could have been worse
I know you saw him through and you will continue to see him through his pain
I know its temporary and I know the God we serve is a merciful God
I thank for Father for this day…I thank you for Life.

A new Week

2008-06-29T08:52:00.000-07:00

Hey guys,how was your weekend?Mine was a bit of both fun and serious sturvs.I went out on friday just to a friend's house and it was mad fun with loads of food drinks,dancing...just name it!got home quite late but rushed off to bed cos had an IT training class the next day(9am to 5pm).I reckoned that day might just be long and boring but my trainer was really interesting and i barely had time to feel sleepy.....Hmmmmm the guy is a cool dude too.Hooked up with my girls later and had a few drinks,a good laugh and an early night.Sunday was just a resting day for me.i also had to do bit of reading cos this my IT training is no joke and babygirl gat to make some cash.....Did i just sound boring?...lol

...Been taking things easy so far,loving the sales going on in stores and doing by bit of spending.Meantime,i read this and i was moved to share it.......
Have a great week!

THIS IS A MUST READ FOR MARRIED COUPLES (AN EYE OPENER) AND> > FOR THOSE WHO DESIRE TO MARRY.

When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held' her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She> > sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her> > eyes. Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But> > I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a> > divorce. I raised the topic calmly. > > > > > > She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she> > asked me> > softly, why? I avoided her question. This made her angry.> > She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are> > not a man! That night we didn't talk to each other. She> > was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened> > to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory> > answer; she had lost my heart to a lovely girl called Dew.> > I did not love her anymore. I just pitied her! > > > > > > With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement> > which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30%> > stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into> > pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with> > me had become a stranger. > > I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but> > I could not take back what I had said for I loved Dew so> > dearly. > > > > Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I> > had expected to see. To me, her cry was actually a kind of> > release. The idea of divorce which had> > obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and> > clearer now. The next day, I came back home very late and> > found her writing something at the table. I didn't have> > supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast> > because I was tired after an eventful day with Dew. > > > > When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I> > just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again. In> > the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she> > didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's> > notice before the divorce. > > She requested that in that one month we both struggle to> > live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple:> > our son had his exams in a month¢s time and she didn't> > want to disrupt him with our broken marriage. This was> > agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me> > to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our> > wedding day. She requested that everyday for the month¢s> > duration I carry> > her out of our bedroom to the front door every morning. I> > thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days> > together bearable I accepted her odd request. > > > > I told Dew about my wife's divorce conditions. She> > laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what> > tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said> > scornfully. My wife and I hadn¢t had any body contact> > since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So> > when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared> > clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, 'daddy is holding> > mommy in his arms.' His words brought me a sense of> > pain. >From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the> > door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She> > closed her eyes and said softly; do not tell our son about> > the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat > > > > upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait> > for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office. > > > > > > On the second> > day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my> > chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I> > realized that I hadn't looked at t h is woman carefully> > for a long time. I realized she was not young any more.> > There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying!> > Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I> > wondered what I had done to her. > > > > On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of> > intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten> > years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I> > realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I> > didn't tell Dew about this. It became easier to carry> > her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout> > made me stronger. > > > > She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on> > quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then> > she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly> > realized that she had grown so thin, that was the> > reason why I could carry her more easily. > > Suddenly it hit me. She had buried so much pain and> > bitterness in her heart. Sub consciously I reached out and> > touched her head. > > > > Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time> > to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his> > mother out had become an essential part of his life. My> > wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him> > tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might> > change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my> > arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room,> > to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and> > naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our> > wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad. > > > > On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly> > move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly> > and said, I had not noticed that our life lacked intimacy. > > I drove to office...> > jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I> > was afraid any delay would make me change my mind... I> > walked upstairs. Dew opened the door and I said to her,> > Sorry, Dew, I do not want the divorce anymore. She looked> > at me, astonished then touched my forehead. Do you have a> > fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew,> > I said, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring> > probably because she and I didn't value the details of> > our lives, not because we didn't love each other any> > more. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home> > on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until deaths> > do us apart. Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. > > She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst> > into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. > > > > At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of> > flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write> > on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out> > every morning> > until death do us apart. > > > > > > The small details of your lives are what really matter in a> > relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the> > money in the bank, blah...Blah. .. Blah. These create an> > environment conducive for happiness but cannot give> > happiness in themselves. So find time to be your> > spouse's friend and do those little things for each> > other that build intimacy. Have a real happy marriage!

Pradahot's Birthday week!

2008-06-22T13:44:00.000-07:00

Last weekend was mad fun. We went for a private party on Friday and went out proper raving on Saturday. We had loads to drink (free of course).What won’t the guys do for a group of hot chicks? Everyone wanted to offer us a ride home and we basically turned heads. It’s been a while since I had that kind of fun in London. Well the girls are on holiday so I must make the best of now.
Wow....I can’t even believe that I am just sitting here relaxing and typing this s blog. This is the first time I’ve had time to rest this week. It was my friend Pradahot’s (Uju) birthday so we were all busy throughout the week. We first had to dedicate a couple of days to shopping for what to wear and trust me, with five girls its pure madness. That out of the way, the real date of her birthday was Tuesday so we had a few friends over. I had to cook and it was a nice gathering but I also had to wake up tired to go to work the next day since I barely slept. The main party was planned for Friday and it was at my garden. I was so worried about my neighbours cos I knew it would be crowded even though we tried not to invite too many people. Preparing for the party was quite hectic cos we had to make arrangements for the dj, drinks, canopies and all sorts. At some point I was wondering if it was worth the drama but pradahot would do so much more if it was my birthday. The d-day came and for a long time I thought our party had flopped cos I kept looking into my garden and it was empty. Then suddenly it was loads of people and I can’t even explain where they came out from. The D.J was so annoying cos he played all the wrong songs but somehow we survived. Besides I had to keep control of the sound cos I didn’t want the police to come and tell us to turn it down. Good thing my neighbours quite understood.
We had a great time and pradahot was so happy that it all went well. I’ve been uploading pictures on face book all day and we have had a good laugh highlighting the happenings on the day of the party.

phone ringing..........It’s Booboo! By the way I saw him at the party and my heart skipped a beat. It was really nice feeling his warmth again. When I’m in his arms I’m assured that all is well. Why do I love him so? He says he is on his way to me but I’m at best friend’s house so I told him not to bother. I have a bit of studying to do and my house is definitely not the place for that. Wish I could have seen him though... but I guess..That’s the way the cookies crumble!

TGIF

2008-06-13T04:21:00.000-07:00

Thank God….I can’t believe I made it till Friday! Had some really low times this week especially on Monday when I was really down. I feel a lot better today and I have had love beyond compare from all the people around me. My girls are in from Nigeria and my house is like the big bother house only that it’s more interesting. I’m really contemplating recording events and starting a live programme soonest… trust me it will be fab...lol

Men! I must have a blast this weekend o.So its fun and raving all the way for a change. It’s about time for boring Miss Cheeks to get her grove back. Will fill you in on my escapades so have a lovely weekend cos this babe will be hanging out with her gurls..Pradahot,Kay, Pj and Mrs T.
Catch yah!

Booboo!

2008-06-04T13:54:00.000-07:00

It’s hard to tell just what’s running through your mind

Still I wonder, I can’t help it very much

It explains the many times I keep asking you why

So many times I’ve marveled at just how u dare to be evasive

When u can tell it’s such a struggle for me trying to figure this out

Why do u attempt to convince me its fine, when I know it’s not

Behind this beautiful scenery lies the mystery that has sets my heart racing

“What you don’t know, your heart doesn’t fret”...Who says?

I’m petrified by this bit I do not know...

I’m taken aback by the fact that you hold on to it so

Sometimes I feel like you’d let it go

But then I’m convinced you want it to stay “the unknown”

So much so you are willing to pay the price...

to keep me in the dark and keep us apart

Still you love me; you say it over and again

The very part of this dilemma I do not understand!

........I love you too...trust me I do

But I can no longer meddle with these I can’t comprehend

So every time you don’t hear from me...

It’s not cos I don’t miss you, I do boo... more that ever

Every time I don’t take your calls

It’s not cos I’m fine without you ...I’m actually dying to hear your voice

So now that I’m no longer there, it’s not cos I don’t think about you

I’m only learning to deprive you of that which you have deprived me

6 quirks?

2008-05-20T04:21:00.000-07:00

So while i was just chilling and stalking blogs...Funmi decided to tag boring me.Here's my shot at the 6 Quirks.Not sure i'm on track but...Hey!

1.I Dont watch horror movies.Too danm scary for me and I have a very imaginative mind so one horror movie equals 2 weeks of sleepless nights

2.I don’t like pets; not dogs,cats,..just name it.Not sure if its some sort of phobia but it’s a no no for me.....Sorry Truth you know i love your baby...he, oh sorry, she is an exeption...lol

3.I’m so vain and I guess that’s why I love pictures.Have loads on facebook so catch me if you can!

4.I'm very emotional and cos i bottle up a lot of my feelings it eventually comes out in a lot of tears especially when i'm alone.

5.I'm absolutely hard to annoy and i'm never quick to react but i just discoverd about a week ago that i could have violent tendencies....sad!I really do have to watch that cos its such a shame.

6.I'm very unadventurous with food.I'm so bush as in,its pepper in my food or i havent eaten....well,i dey try small with chinese and pizza but thats the most i can do.Its naija food or nothing!

Now that i'm free i tag Truth,Stella and Tej!

Hope you're having a good week guys.....Cheers!

About him!

2008-04-22T15:44:00.000-07:00

It was about a year ago

the night we spoke till morning

It wasn’t too hard to tell

He was indeed my kind.

But I had to play me

I watched for a little longer

he slipped; he fell short

Short of my stiff requirements so I shut him out

The gift that I so easily posses

I erased all possibilities and moved on

But he had to make a comeback

After so long, after too long

This time he was armed like never before

His words cannot be faulted

The spark is fire, the attraction is magic

His touch is Heavenly

His mind is beautiful

He isn’t perfect...He told me so

The details he could have left out but he chose not to

one of the many reason why I am even more endeared to him

Where it came from I do not know

but my very own emotions have engulfed me

I know I ought to take charge

But once again I can’t

I’ve broken all the rules in my own book ,even in theirs.

Why listen to them, they know not what I feel

Why trade my joy for the fear of tomorrow

The tomorrow I barely know....they hardly know

Yet they judge and predict; but who cares

My feelings stay strong

Devoid of every form of fear and negativity

Yes....

All I know is me

All I feel is him

All I want...is THIS....THIS HAPPY ME!

Ramblings!

2008-04-16T04:25:00.000-07:00

Just got in into work and way too early if you ask me but what can I do? I have been warned to have two straight weeks without issues. No lateness, no sickness no issues. Well, it’s not like I always have issues but……….u know how it is. Anyway it’s exactly two week and I really didn’t come up with anything. Doesn’t that make me cute?

Lately, I’ve just been so disorganised. Had a crazy friend over for a week and it was pure madness. Was in the mall till late everyday cos all she came to do was shop and when we were back home? I had to handle the drama of her getting drunk and chatting away plus falling over floor. Yours truly virtually had to pick up after her and watch over her so she doesn’t set my house ablaze. Well, I really do like having friends around but this one friend is a handful so I’d rather have her once in a blue moon. I’m still cleaning up my house cos it’s yet to recover from the invasion of my dear friend.

Back to business. My dissertation is due at the end of next month and trust me to be behind schedule. Now I have to get serious and get this whole Msc business over and done with for good. I need to be focused cos I’m so distracted and I wonder why cos its so unlike me. I suspect so many things but what exactly is wrong with me? Could it be that I am:

Too busy hanging out with the girls
Too lazy to do anything but lounge
Still trying to recover from too much fun in Naija over the Easter
Too lost in my own world
Too in love with him? No! It can’t be……
Well I know I am a bit head over heels but that can’t be it
It mustn’t be……….Now let me introduce you to my boo!
I’d like to call him……Just call him BOO BOO…It’s a long story
Catch you soonest. Peace!!!

Only for you!

2008-04-05T12:03:00.000-07:00

To hide a heart in the oddest places

To mask a smile on the hardest faces

To be a prankster and pull a trick

To break a man's heart just for kicks

These things i've done so well

except with you;i wonder why

These things i thought i'd never drop

But for you, i'd give them up once more!

Happy Birthday Richard.

2008-03-11T05:09:00.000-07:00

Thanking God for the life of my beloved brother and wishing him a very happy birthday, Long life and Prosperity. Miss you loads and counting the days till I see you my dearest brother. Its only ten days to go…………….Cant Wait!

Goodbye Bee!

2008-02-25T11:17:00.000-08:00

What do you want from me...Why are you loitering around my space?
I could have fallen for it you know, I could have waited again but I am grown up.
She’s gone now. The kid you loved, that little kid, so naïve so gullible, so blind
This time I’m smarter, yes I have the amour from the lessons only experience could teach
I was on guard, I watched you, I was wary…I so knew that trick, it couldn’t have worked for me
Not a second time.
I saw the signs and I knew it was time
Its was time to beat you to your own game, just when you were lurking in your comfort zones
I know you were shocked, cold feet was the term you used but I sure know I took you off guard
You are a bloody time waster hiding under the guise that I had no time for you
The convenient lifestyle of mine that you loved, that you hoped will always be your way out
It was your escape route while you bought more time. More time to hide behind the shadows of trying to Shield your incompetence, your inability to move on and your failure to be real man
What is going through you mind now, why are you taken aback by that which you couldn’t give?
I got your message and it made me laugh….I could feel the defeat in your tone…
If only you knew….Maybe you won’t make such a mockery of yourself

I remember your offer to move in with you...as what?

As what?So i could share your bills,cook your meals?warm your bed?

Nice try...but you you'd have to come up with a better strategy next time

Why....why were you mad that like so many others i didnt jump at it?

I know my worth babes...and i'm not cut out for that crap.

Not over nothing....and certainly not with you

I’m glad that I never gave you the chance to devastate me again
I’m glad that I achieved all I could and didn’t give you the opportunity to stand in my way
I’m glad that I showed you the way out just at the right time…
I’m so glad that you’re gone.

Goodbye Bee!

My Trip

2008-02-21T15:23:00.000-08:00

I have been hoping to go on holiday with my friends for a long while so it was the 75% sale festival in Dubai and they were all going to come from Nigeria. I had just finished my final exams, it was my birthday week and I just needed a break .So being spontaneous me, I took time off work and got ready to join the girls.

On that day, I simply had everything to do and the time just kept flying. So I was late at everything, succeeded in missing my flight and had to pay 400 pounds to get a new ticket cos I had to arrive on my birthday morning as planned. At first I was upset especially since best friend tried to mess up, but later I just thought I’d do anything to get out of this London. ….Fly Emirates is quite a nice flight tho, don’t know why I thought it was just going to be crap but it was really comfortable.

I arrived the city of Gold at about 7.am Dubai time. Luckily my T-Mobile roamed automatically so I just got in touch with the girls and they told me how to get to the hotel right in the heart of the gold Market. So it was all cakes, presents, hugs and kisses but I was so tired I had to sleep. Thankfully the girls went out I so I got some rest. Pradahot and her friend Ola were still on the flight from Nigeria that day and I was really looking forward to seeing them. After resting for a while, I headed for city mall with my girls to at least to buy myself a birthday gift. I bought me a really nice wristwatch and who did I see at the mall? Our very own Julius Agwu.Well after saying a very big hello and telling him it was my birthday, he paid for it. Its my Charm ….it works all the time. My peeps eventually came later that day; we had drinks, a good laugh and went to bed.

knThe day after my birthday, we visited a couple of resorts as part of my birthday treat from one of the girls (dudu) and it was so memorable. We took loads of pictures and we went home really knackered.

The rest of my stay in Dubai was mostly spent at the malls and I hardly slept cos the malls closed at midnight and before we get back to the hotel, sort out our stuff, it was morning again. I think the fact that Dubai was four hours ahead of the UK didn’t help either so proper sleep was out of the question. I visited all malls and shopped till I was penniless. It was mad fun and contrary to what I thought, the people were quite nice. We didn’t get funny looks when we were all strolling down the streets. Even one the women all covered up actually told Ola she had a nice body. The cab men were more than happy to enlighten us about the city and by the way, let me introduce you to my new crush……well more like the prince of Dubai. He is the president’s son and also a famous musician in Dubai. His name is Fazal, he is handsome, rich and all the women love him. For some reason, all the cab men seemed to know that he walked at a certain park every evening. Unfortunately, we were too busy to go and check out the prince, who knows he might have added an African princess to his chain of women…..

I had the time of my life and writing about it even now makes me want to do it again……I’m so happy that things went as planned, I’m happy with my friends and even happier with myself.

My Birthday!

2008-02-12T07:58:00.000-08:00

The past week has been splendid.My birthday was so much more fun than i ever imagined.I'm still trying to recover from the aftermath of too much fun.Yes,i finally made my Dubai trip and all my friends sure made my trip a memorable one.This is the best birthday i've ever had and i will give anthing to do it again and again.Right now i'm just taking things at my own pace and simply chilling.Will fill you in on the details of my trip when next i stop by.

Meanwhile Temi (My EX)sent me this very intresting birthday message so thot to share it:

The day has come the 7th of FEB
You have spun your life like a beautiful spider’s web
Designing your tomorrow devoid of sorrow
For success and love you will follow

With struggle and determination, you have come this far
A selfless journey that nothing could mar
Now you share the glory being at life’s per
And enough thrust to win the race with no dither

So grab your garb and make merry
Mix a cocktail with lots of cherry
Call your friends... including Kemi
For today is your birthday and you will not be sorry

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LOVE
TEMI

...............Really sweet of him,do you think.Anyway catch ya'll soonest!

Counting down to my Buffday!

2008-02-02T03:10:00.000-08:00

Well, the whole examination drama is over
And now yours truly can just Chiiiiiiiilllllllll out!
Can’t believe that it’s finally over
And you sure don’t know how happy I am
I’m overwhelmed, exited, elated, ecstatic….just name it
I mean all words that simply mean happy!

So here I am at work for the last time on a Saturday (Had to swap Wednesdays for Saturday cos of bloody Lectures)
Staring at my pc with nothing to do but fantasize bout next week
Yes, my birthday week is next week
I look forward to it and hope it goes as planned
I’ve got dreams that I don’t have the means to fulfil
Crazy it seems…if only wishes were Horses….
I’d sure do my fair share of riding
But I hope and pray it comes to pass
I deserve it for all the reasons in the world
It’s about time I do me and live this dream
Will keep you posted on what I have up my sleeves
Not to worry its nothing order than me being my naughty self
Hope you lot are having a great weekend,Just thot to stop by my favourite spot. Cheers

Its Tomorrow!

2008-01-28T12:09:00.000-08:00

Its Tomorow!
The last day of the bloody Msc
Well, the last day of the exams
The day that seemed ever so far
Now its here and stares right in my face
I'm suddendly anxious or am i just exited
Got buterflies in my belly
I said it will be Me,My books and no distractions
Yet i can't help but steal this moment to write
Even though i can hardly expalin this feeling
I'm counting every second until i drop that pen tomorrow
I'm living today helplessly anxious about tomorrow
Yes i'm worried about tomorrow
Still i can't wait till tomorrow!

Thank God its Friday!

2008-01-18T03:57:00.000-08:00

Hey!

Having a really busy day at work and just received this from my colleague...thot it was funny.
Enjoy!!!

A store that sells husbands has just opened in Zimbabwe, where a woman may go to choose a husband. Among the instructions at the entrance is a description of how the store operates. You may visit the store Roman">ONLY ONCE ! There are six floors and the attributes of the men increase as the shopper ascends the flights. There is, however, a catch .... You may choose any man from a particular floor, or you may choose to go up a floor, but you cannot go back down except to exit the building!
So, a woman goes to the Husband Store to find a husband .
On the first floor the sign on the door reads: Floor 1 - These men have jobs and love the Lord. The second floor sign reads: Floor 2 - These men have jobs, love the Lord, and love kids. The third floor sign reads: Floor 3 - These men have jobs, love the Lord, love kids, and are extremely good looking. "Wow," she thinks, but feels compelled to keep going. She goes to the fourth floor and sign reads: Floor 4 These men have jobs, love the Lord, love kids, are drop- dead good looking and help with the housework. "Oh, mercy me!" she exclaims, "I can hardly stand it!"
Still, she goes to the fifth floor and sign reads:
Floor 5

These men have jobs, love the Lord, love kids, are drop- dead gorgeous, help with the housework, and have a strong romantic streak. She is so tempted to stay, but she goes to the sixth floor and the sign reads:
Floor 6
You are visitor 4,363,012 to this floor. There are no men on this floor. This floor exists solely as proof that women are impossible to please. Thank you for shopping at the Husband Store. Watch your step as you exit the building, and have a nice day! Please send this to all men for a good laugh and to all the women who can handle the truth!

Happy New Year!

2008-01-03T09:16:00.000-08:00

Hey blogsville,here's wishing you guys a vey happy 2008.May we achieve our goals and live up to all our resolutions. Here’s a list my new year resolutions.........Please don’t laugh at me, just wish me luck cos i need it.

1. To pass my UK driving test

2. Get my car

3. Lose a bit of weight....only a lil bit.

4. Visit Dubai on or before my birthday

5. Have a carefree holiday wiv my girls for a week at least

6. Graduate gracefully

7. Grab the ring, say Yes I do and get knocked up(not sure bout the sequence)

8. Make sure my career goals stay right on track

9. Be a good friend, best friend, colleague, girlfriend,(maybe wife)sister, daughter and blogger.

10. Update my blog regularly

Just Chilling!

2007-10-13T00:34:00.000-07:00

Hey!Hope you are guys are enjoying the weekend sha.Anyway being the madam over-zealous that i am,i was chosen to cover saturday mornings temporarily and i obliged.its not so bad tho cos its really quiet and i can chill.cant wait to go back home tho.Counting down to 11.30 when i finsh.

Meanwhile a colleague sent me this and i thought it was interesting......Have a great weekend people!

A Nigerian view of London - I did not come to England to take pictures of Big Ben or tour London Bridge. I just wanted to get paid and get even with those colonials. With a name like Ogundele Kayode mobrukutu, I could not even buy a bus pass let alone open a bank account. This is my story....,It took me 6 months to study the system, but I still could not figure out my squares and circus's. I could not travel from Leicester Circus to Oxford Square without getting lost. I was a YMCA (Young Money Chasing African) when I joined the FRAUD (Fine Rich Africans United in Deals). It took me 3 months to attain my ACCA (Advanced Certificate for Criminal Africans) and I needed an MBA (Major Bank Account) to do my first HND (Heavy Nigerian Deal). I arranged to meet this guy at Animal and Something, I mean Elephant and Castle. We were suppose to meet at 10.00am. I got there at 11.30am and he turned up at 1.30pm. He pulled up in a Mercedes 500SL with a private number plate - 419 ADE. He was a definite Nigerian, he had it all - leather jacket in summer, air condition on full blast with his roof and windows down whilst smoking cigar and choking on his smoke just to impress me. Being a fellow Nigerian I was more than impressed. He introduced himself as Adepujo Kunle Babatunde and asked me to call him Ade or Babs. He spoke with a strong Nigerian accent but he messed the whole language up by slanging - he sounded like a Canadian born Chinese living in Germany and studying French. I had not been in the country for long but I could tell that Omo(my man) was trying hard to be British.
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>After hanging with Ade for about 2 months I became an OBE (Opportunist Bank Employee) and specialised in BBC (Breaking Bank Codes). Money was flowing and I wanted more so I did my PhD (Passport Handling Degree) and became an FBI (Fraudster Bringing Immigrants). My status changed drastically....,I had a BMW 328is convertible and a Porsche 911 with a private plate - 911 OMO and living in a council flat and signing on. I went to Moonlighting every Friday and drank champagne and danced to music supplied by DJ Pace and Skills. I became foolish - I remember one night I spent over a 1000 pounds on just champagne at the club and had no money for petrol so I walked home. My downfall.... Greed and selfishness inevitably led to my downfall - I got involved with a CIA (Cash Investing Agent) and we did a couple of GMTs (Good Money Transfers) but he later turned out to be a CID (Cop in Disguise). I was under surveillance and I did not even now. I left the NHS (Nigerian Housing Scheme) early that morning with about 12 different cheque books to go and do my business. They ollowed me unto the high road and it was then it hit me that something was wrong. I could not leave all that evidence in my car so I started chewing my cheque books. I ate 8 before they pulled me over. They read me my rights and all that crap and all I could say was - OGA, water please!

Everyday.......I LEARN!

2007-10-10T22:51:00.000-07:00

It was right here, it all started so abruptly so unplanned
Its was just us, the only two that mattered in the world
So dependent on each other, so involved
It was a grand union and I thought it would last forever
Well, at least I hoped until I learnt, I leant that nothing lasts forever
And everything that has a beginning must surely have an end

We were best of friends and two of a kind.
We were selfless and so ready to sacrifice
Anything and everything until you showed me
You taught me and I learnt, I learnt from you
That there are certain things we mustn’t compromise
And that sacrifice should only be at our convenience

I used to sit right here and wait for your call
I used to wait on you to until you came to keep me company
But you taught me the game had changed, you taught me and I learnt
I learnt that it was time to move on and make new friends
I learnt that as painful as moving is, its was much better
Cos out there, there just might be an even better friend

I‘d stay hungry so u could have what’s left of my food whenever u come
So last night I kept the last of our favorite meal waiting for u to come
But I waited and waited and you took so long as usual
I got hungry so i ate my food shortly before u came in starved.
Poor you, you had to leave hungry cos all u wanted was that particular meal.
Then I realized Oh how I’ve learnt, I learnt because you taught me
There is no point keeping it for you cos ME is special too.

The Silence Within!

2007-10-04T12:33:00.000-07:00

There’s only so much I can do, only so much I can take
These duties nature itself has placed upon me
Have burdened my very heart and soul
Deep down I cry cos it’s not fair
No, this cant be my fair share ……..
I’ve loved and hated being first
It’s left a smile in heart, the so many days I could cope
But those days have suddenly become few
Many nights of worrying have engulfed me
The tasks have become increasingly enormous
Yet, I can’t afford to fall short
No, not now….too many wait on me.
I can’t blame it on them; I’m their only hope
Their seeming escape from a life of not too many helping hands
All they have is faith, hope and ME
All I have? …..I thought I knew; now I’m not so sure.
He promised never to give me more than I can handle
I’m losing strength and faint from worry
Where is my helper, where I my friend?
Hold me; please hold my hand, so I may hold theirs
Be my strength so I can continue to be theirs
Save me; so I may save them.

Our Independence Day

2007-09-30T12:18:00.000-07:00

A beautiful country, blessed with a unique culture.
Indeed, this is a land that flows with milk and honey
But our resources are mismanaged by our own.
The political madness beclouds the entire nation,
While the people continue to hope in vain
Their hopes have withered in endless expectations
Sometimes, even I doubt this quest for a better Naija
Oftentimes, I fear it might never see the light of day
Corruption lingers and the majority continues to suffer
What has become of motherland? Our very own Nigeria
I love my country I no go lie….
I want to sing these words not holding back
It’s good to be patriotic but better to be honest.
This is not the Naija we pray and want it to be
So we must continue to hope, pray and do all we can
The struggle must continue and we cannot afford to give up.
No, not until the dream of a greater Nigeria is realized.
My people, lets join hands and fly the flag today and everyday.
Let me know if you need to borrow my t-shirt…….
Happy Independence Day!

Back to Back

2007-09-21T06:57:00.000-07:00

Hey peeps, I apologise for going away without a warning. I might have been away but my mind was here all the while. I read a few blogs and shared the jokes plus i still learnt a few stuffs. I have really missed being out here and I’m so happy to be back. So what’s popping; what I missed out on?ps gist this run away blogger abeg.
Now let’s talk a bit about my being away. Well, first it was work. It was training and then Work Work Work! For me this was so different from everything I have ever done cos I had to deal with the elderly and disabled. It’s amazing how you derive so much contentment putting a smile on their faces by getting them where they want to go. Well my department is dial- a- ride and my mission is to schedule trips using a soft ware called trapeze. Speaking with this people is quite challenging cos u have to battle with trying to hear them and making sure you are understood. You also have to contend with their different disabilities ranging from deafness to just blurry speech as a result of old age. some of them really sweet and prayerful and they need you to keep chatting with them cos u are their only link to the outside wolrd.others are stuck on their old ways and are really difficult and nasty especially when you cant get them a journey. I love it when I can help them and they are prayerful and really nice. Some of them go as far as telling you the state of their health and that they have a dying husband they must visit. It’s been a really emotional journey for me but I love what I do and I am happy with my job.

Then it was holiday in Nigeria. My cousin got married and I was home again for a week loved every bit of it and I got back two days late to work. Hope I survive my probation cos he no easy my people. I love naija too much and even though my stay was really short I was happy I went plus I made my hair. It s a very pretty Sade adu and every naija woman on the road is stopping me to ask where I did my hair. Fancy that?

Next, it was moving….so I have moved from my shared house to a really cute studio not far from work and school. I’m still putting my place together and will put up pictures when I’m done. I’m really enjoying my privacy now but it’s not for too long cos my friend Latoniapam is in from Nigeria tomorrow and she’ll b here for 3 weeks. I can’t wait to see her though cos it’s been so long.

Finally, it was school. I had exams and I only just finished a couple of days ago. I did my best and I’m happy the sleepless nights are over; I can’t wait to just chill out this weekend. So that’s that about boring me jare .Thanks to all the peeps that kept checking on me while I was away. You lot make me feel so loved. Please update me sha and I’d keep you posted on my naughty self as well. Anyway I’m having a really relaxed day at work today so I thot that as my sweet madsoulsista says: “I shall blog now, or forever bitch abooooooooooorit.”

Another day...Another Dollar!

2007-06-11T15:24:00.000-07:00

Caller: This is David calling from Transport for London
Chika: Ok……..Go on
Caller: I’m calling with regards to your interview with us some days back…..
Miss Chika, you performed exceptionally well so I’m calling to congratulate you and to make you an offer……………….no more travel card o cos this girl will be travelling for free on London underground till further notice.

Hurray!!!I made it. I finally got the exact job I’ve been looking for. I’m more than exited cos for some reason or the other I have been laid back with my job search cos this was the one place I wanted to work and so I neglected all my other applications and prayed this one would come through. Sometimes I wasn’t sure that it was the right thing to do but I guess I’m one lucky chick. So now that naughty me has a cool job let me give you guys one hot gist…..
A friend of mine was meant to have his child christening last weekend but I was lazy to go out shopping and so I asked my friend to get me a top to wear. Make I talk true, I actually asked her to get me something simple but it should reveal a bit of cleavage or a little something to make me sexy. My people, little did I know that I was making the mistake my life.
She did buy the top but not only did it look outrageous but it was the absolute stripper outfit. I mean I was shocked at the outcome of this outfit of mine.
See eh…..I’m a voluptuous 12 with my fair share of front and back if you know what I mean but this top…..I’d say this top was quite explicit if grammar permits me.
Anyway I thought to post a picture of me in my new top so you guys can see how my friend, the camera and new look has decided to portray me….
Let me just add that I did not wear it o cos it just wasn’t possible that I’d be caught dead looking like this. Have a good week guys…

I'm Back!

2007-06-01T15:18:00.000-07:00

Hey people, long time no blog. Well I actually got back from Nigeria about three weeks ago and I can’t believe that I haven’t even blogged for that long. Anyway, I had a blast back home and in a very short while I actually toured quite a bit. The peak of my fun ride was an impromptu visit to Abuja with three of my friends just because I had to be at a function to represent my mum. The whole journey from the flight to and fro was so much fun I didn’t feel like coming back to Lagos not to talk of this boring London. Abuja is so beautiful and I loved every minute of my one day trip. Plus it was kinda nice getting blokes to pay for our drinks including the hotel room we stayed. It was like we invaded that town. Before we made a move to pay for anything there was always a bloke to rescue us. I never saw that side of naija men tho. But I guess that comes from four chicks hanging out by themselves. The next morning, I was really tired before my flight that I was dozing off before the driver came and my friend pradahot took a picture of tired me which I have decided to put as my display picture.
Back to the present…..hmmm…..i have hardly had time for me since I got back cos trust be my life has been everything but boring. I’ve got two friends from Nigeria staying with me and they are on holiday till the end of this month. It’s been fun tho but I didn’t even realize how much I have been entangled in all this. I’ve had endless visitors and this time I just felt like running to blogland where I can actually breathe. Well I can’t complain much cos I’d rather have company than be bored in this town. Anyway now that I have officially returned, I’d save the gist for later cos this babe has to go to bed. I have to be up early tomorrow cos I have a date at the big house….will let you into the details tomorrow. Hope you lot didn’t miss me too much sha………….just kidding oh. I’m more than happy to be back tho. Kisses and hugs.

Home Bound Again!

2007-05-05T09:25:00.000-07:00

Well........stuff came came up
Gat to go to Naija for a few days...................
Loving it tho cos i could do with the break!!!
Will keep u lot posted...............Kisses and Hugs.

In My Head

2007-04-29T12:00:00.000-07:00

All my pride is all i have
You'd be needing me but too bad
The path you chose to run along
Here with me you had a..............

All I Have - J.Lo

2007-04-29T11:59:00.000-07:00

Keyword!

2007-04-22T14:57:00.000-07:00

Hey guys,its been a long weekend.Was kinda bored so i decided to join the the many who have done the keyword fingie.Stole mine from my dear "Surviving With Truth".Here it goes........

1. Yourself: Undaunted
2. Your partner:Nice
3. Your hair: Natural
4. Your mother: Beautiful
5. Your father: Jehovah’s Witness
6. Your favourite item: Laptop
7. Your dream last night: Vague
8. Your favourite drink: Ribena
9. Your dream car: Range
10. The room you are in: Pink
11. Your ex: Actor
12. Your fear: Death
13. What you want to be in 10 years: Alive
14. Who you hung out with last night: B
15. What you're not: Wicked
16. Muffins: Edible
17: One of your wish list items: Job
18: Time: Fast
19. The last thing you did: Surf
20. What you are wearing: Dress
21. Your favourite weather: Summer
22. Your favourite book: Bible
23. The last thing you ate: Chips
24. Your life: On course
25. Your mood: Restless
26. Your best friend: Eccentric
27. What you're thinking about right now: Michael
28. Your car: Automatic
29. What you are doing at the moment: Typing
30. Your summer: Nice
31. Your relationship status: Stable
32. What is on your TV: News
33. What is the weather like: Cold
34. When was the last time you laughed: Lately

Loving Me!

2007-04-20T04:11:00.000-07:00

A beautiful me A better me
A happier me, a smiling me
A busy me, a striving me
A surviving me, a more accomplished me
A silly me….Loving this ME!

Anonymously Ade said.....

2007-04-18T05:06:00.000-07:00

Lady, You make me laugh. It seems you ooncede that your fears of financial insecurity was the "greatest" (keyword: greatest) reason why you walked away--Not saying that there might not be other reasons, but it's obvious that it's the greatest premise for your exit. Be that as it is, you should not get so angry because I illuminated this fact.Neither should you be irate at my disaproval of this premise as the greatest reason for deserting this guy named Temi.The point of my comment was not to paint you as a woman who completely depends on her man for all financial sxpenditures, although I don't see anything wrong with that if it is a conscious choice by any woman.In the following quote, you assert your accomplishment as a graduate on a career ($$$$) path:"i am a graduate plus a careea woman who is competent and able to care of herself and her family.however the least i require from my man is that he is able to provide the family with security even financially."With all the feminist and "modern" philosophies circulating many intellectual circles (including all these "bloggers"), I'm surprised that that you would be so disturbed about being the predominant breadwinner of the family. Afterall, they say that what a man can do, or has been doing since the beginning of time, a woman can do better.Why, as a modern woman should you be so greatly disturbed about the traditional, ancient, or common gender role or shoe of the man as the provider being on the other foot? In this case, YOUR foot.If he were the career man, and you the struggling actor, would this be such an issue?Oh career woman (which is a great thing), kindly ask yourself, How modern am I?Perhaps we fool ourselves, as our sense of modernization seems.....selective. LOL.I sure hope you haven't concluded that I'm favor of lazy men who cannot provide for their family. I'm not. This Temi guy is obviously not lazy as you expressed that...."Truthfully, He was willing to grab any opportunity for a better career if it came by." This is even more dissapointing because the above quote hints at the possibility of this man leaving his beloved profession of acting for something more........lucrative. Yet you left him because in your words....."I had neither the time nor patience to wait for a man dangerously approaching 40 to find his footing and get a more secure source of livelihood."Upon objectively analyzing the situation, lol, I have to say it was an insensitive move on your part, and I hoped that you have since married a banker.Have you? Anyway,The greatest possibility you overlooked is the fact that he could still be highly successful in his chosen craft, and your concerns for financial insecurity could sooner evaporate, presuming you'd chosen to stick with him through his rough times as a struggling actor.Since you've expressed your ability to provide for the family, which I greatly respect, I wonder why you seem to contradict yourself with the quote below:"i want a man that i'll support and will support me in return.all i demand is that he at least has a steady source of livelihood even if he must still be an actor."I'm not exactly King Solomon, but I don't think that support is limited to finances or money. For a practical example, you can support the family financially, and he can support you in perhaps becoming a CEO or President in your career path.Afterall, behind every great woman is a supportive man.If money is not the practical problem, and if support is not limited strictly to money, one must ask: What other reason led you to leave this man in the cold? I could be wrong, but the answer seems to lie in the following excerpt from your original post:"Where I come from it will be hard to explain this place to them."Aha, That's it. Financial insecurity is not a problem, because you make enough to support a family--You said so yourself. Your true concern is not of finaicial insecurity (which is not even a definite because you don't know his tomorrow), instead your greatest fear is of facing your family. Perhaps you wondered how your people would accept and respect a man who was not a robust breadwinner, instead an artist who devoted himself to a particular craft, acting.Talk about being realistic--I too, am a realist.Perhaps (KEYWORD: Perhaps) you've reached this conclusion, and concocted this veil, to cover your exit from his life.You certainly conceal it with your story, so craftilly written with great eloquence, but I see through.Just so you know though, I'm not putting you down. I simply disapprove.And for the record, It seems that most of these bloggers don't really want the truth, or at least an alternative/objective opinion.Many just seem to want legions of like minds to religiously approve whatever they vomit (keyword: vomit), however reckless, or insensitive it may be.LOL, Am I a jerk? If so, sorry o!You, and your minnions of like minds, may commence my crucifixition. Don't forget the kitchen sink.P.SI wouldn't be surprised if this particular comment were barred from the eyes of the populace, as you exercise your discretion to screen the opinions brought forth, a function of what? Not truly seeking adverse opinions. Adios.

Chika Replies:I find it rather interesting that I have a fan in you thanks to the fact that I decided to leave Temi or how else will I explain this new blog of yours on my page in the name of the series of your comments. I also happen to find it interesting that you think so much of yourself and your chauvinistic assault in the name of comments which is the reason why you have repeatedly tagged every reply from and my fellow bloggers and me as a display of anger.
I am elated that you noticed that I am proud to assert my accomplishments as a career woman but I can’t help wondering why you think it bothers me that I am wearing the shoes of the so called career men if I am so proud to announce it. it is a thing a pride Mr MAN not a burden because am sure that you have noticed it is something that certain people haven’t been able to achieve either by virtue of the constraints involved in their chosen profession or as a result of societal mishaps. So my dear, while you rant on and on bear in mind that I am neither tradition nor society and I certainly do not make the rules. It is not my fault that the likes of Temi decide to have a passion that in my own opinion can barely sustain the family. It’s his choice so he’d have to strive harder to live his dream and be ready to take all the downsides too. No doubt, I’d maintain that Temi might be interested in greener pastures if the opportunity came by but how much longer would I wait? Wait a minute…did u also say that he might have had financial break through in his profession if I stuck with him through his struggling years. Wake up dude! I said an actor in Nigeria not America. For your information, I have waited for 2 years during which I have dined and spoken with the best of them all and a common notion they all have is they must have a plan B.Being a successful Nigerian artist is definitely far-fetched whether you want to face it or not. I understand where your loyalty lies but I’d say it’s good to be patriotic but it’s so much better to be honest. I admire people who stand up for what they do as artists Nigeria because it takes a lot but if you do not belong to this class then forgive me for regarding your words as a lame attempt at modesty.
Finally………..you who is not the angry and biased one actually asked if I had since married a banker?Hey yah! Pele o! Because you don’t have the privilege of seeing and knowing me, I’d forgive your misapprehensions. If you knew me then you’d know that if I was dying to be married I’d have settled for one out of the chains of the elite in the society that fall on top of themselves over my person and outstanding beauty. I never said that the only criteria was having a steady job, it would have just been the factor that would have complemented the many other attributes I found in Temi.Lets me repeat myself, I want a man that will support me and I’ll support him too. I never have thought that this simple statement would be so difficult to understand. Raising the family is a 50-50 thing so I want me and my future partner to be able to do it together in any capacity.
One more thing, I’d like to remind you that this is my space so while I respect that the fact that people can pass comments, I’d appreciate it if you minimize the length of your comments because this is the last time I would grant you this audience that you prize so much so that you actually reminded me to air it at the end of your comment.
If you are so opinionated and you are dying to tell us your views on traditional, socital and gender issues, then I suggest you start your own blog and quit this invasion of my space. Please don’t forget that I would still welcome your disapprovals but I would only take your comments if they are moderate and devoid of all forms of sarcasms. Thank you.

My ex-Temi!

2007-04-10T03:58:00.000-07:00

We met just about this time couple of years ago. He was really nice to me and sometimes I wonder whether leaving him was the best way out. We never had any fights or major issues, he was quick to apologise and he was hardly ever mad at me. Sometimes I liked it, other times it actually worried me because I thought he just might be acting and it felt too good to be true. Even though Temi is really nice and has a sweet personality he wasn’t moving at my pace and somehow, I just wasn’t prepared to be a part of that world anymore.Temi is an actor in Nigeria, and a talented one at that. Everyone loved him and he was content living in that world where you are a star and that’s all that matters. He lives with his family and I must say that are beautiful people too. I was happy when I was with them but it wasn’t the real world. Where I come from it will be hard to explain this place to them. It’s quite nice but certainly not the lifestyle or quality of life I want for my future. I recall feeling funny about his dressing, his wanting to make his hair for a movie role and even wanting to put relaxer on his hair. I wanted to change all that but how do I teach a man to leave a lifestyle he has always known and loved. I wanted more, more than just a husband in the movies, more than a life with inconsistent roles that just might stop coming in tomorrow, more than loads of years of waiting and hoping that things will fall into place. Truthfully, He was willing to grab any opportunity for a better career if it came by. He told me that he reasons with me and he would give what he takes so we could have a better future but I had neither the time nor patience to wait for a man dangerously approaching 40 to find his footing and get a more secure source of livelihood. The lights of my love for him had grown dim and my feelings suddenly changed, I had lost the will to continue holding on and I couldn’t pretend for much longer. I explained to him that I had to move on and he tried to make me see reasons. He’d never put me under pressure and so he watched me leave. We have barely spoken since the beginning of this year and ‘m sure that he had almost forgotten about me because he didn’t even remember to wish me a happy birthday until the day after.

Some days ago, he sent me all my pictures in a mail titled: You were happy! I wondered where this was coming from considering the fact that we had barely spoken lately. Was he trying to seek justification to move on or he just felt like making me me feel guilty?
I replied the mail saying:
happy easter.it will be nice if we can have a heart to heart chat instead of trying to put all the blame on me so you'd be justified.thanks for the pics and thanks for sending them in such a way that i can barely see them too.take care!
He sent me a reply that read:
hello luv,

happi easter to you too. since you were not so particular about the birth of christ, i thot you couldnt be botherd about easter... aside that my battery was near end and so i skipped the pleasantries.

anyhow,how have you been? and how is life without me?... honestly. i meant no harm wn i sent dem pix to you and cetainly not trying to blame you for anything. i only wanted to send your pix in a format that holds all in one box, hopin you would like it ... but no. sorry if the pics didnt come out well, will resend dem.

concerning the HEART 2 HEART THING, maybe wen i am done trying to heal my wounds i can bring myself up to havin that talk and arguement and listen to escuses on both sides on a pre-meditated action. i hold nothin against you ( bare that in mind). as adults, we have every right to wat we say or do for good or bad. i knew long before now wen u stopped calling a few months ago...(wen u had ISSUES) dat you were not comfortable with our relationship(for reasons i dont know), but i promised myself i was not goin to impress it on you to stay. you might want to play back the tape of our relationship and ask yourself if you are making the right or wrong decission. we all need to move on( accordin to you), no doubt, but we also need to encourage each other and carry each other along. we had love, we had happiness, we had moments, we had joy. wat we didnt have was time and prabably patience.

i have missd you a great deal. i hope you are happi and all is well? despite the ups and downs, you deserve every right to be happy.

take care of you

TE..

Temi is a good person but I have asked myself if knowing what I want makes me a bad person. He didn’t deserve to be treated the way I treated him. I guess he’d find a woman who deserves all the love he can give someday but as for me, I can’t pretend to be content when I know that I’m not!

I Need A Hug!

2007-04-04T04:28:00.000-07:00

Hey peeps,hope your week is kicking off on a great note.Just chilling and waiting for stuff to fall into place.I'm smiling a bit more now.By the way,I saw best friend for a minute yesterday and got a really warm hug.Nothing much has changed but i've been getting all the love in the world from my freinds and B.

I like it here,its peaceful and re-assuring.
I like the attention,a helping hand and
freinds to raise me up when falling
embrace this baby she could do with the luv
Please hold me closely
I need a Hug!

Best Friend!

2007-03-31T08:31:00.000-07:00

Best friend said it all….he admitted that he was withdrawing. I know I have my faults too but I didn’t do so much for him to hurt me so. He has his reasons. He hasn’t told me much but I know enough to let go. I know enough to let him be and sought himself out as he has put it. I’m pained and he knows it. I’m not sure if he can imagine the depth of his actions but I know that deep down inside he knows that he has hurt me. He says he’ll make up for his actions and I don’t know how cos I’d never forget this phase. He turned his back when I needed him most. He let me down even when it came to very little things. He betrayed, our love, our friendship, our bond.

Best friend, I hope you know what it is you are doing and I hope it’s worth our friendship. What happened to the days when you used to jokingly tell me it was just both of us from our parents? Have you forgotten so soon that we were meant to have each other’s back thorough thick and thin? Remember how I laughed each time you said that you’d cook me owo soup to make me happy if that’s what it takes……Why, how, when did it all go wrong?...its really hard without you but I’m a fighter and I know I’d be fine. I hope you are happy cos you deserve it, we all do. I still miss you a lot and wish you only the good things in life. Goodbye my dearest!

...Sleepy

2007-03-29T15:05:00.000-07:00

Today, I decided to start taking it really easy on myself. It’s not my fault that I have suddenly become so emotional and if fact vulnerable. Well, maybe it is .Anyways; I had a long chat with best friend today. Well, considering the fact that we have barely spoken in days, I regard it as long. He thinks I’m irrational and simply reading meanings. He says he hasn’t changed a bit and I’m the one that’s being paranoid. He admitted that he must have wronged me by being insensitive and he apologised but told me that he never forgave me for pouring my drink on him the last time I saw him. I thought all of that was over but I guess we have to blame out escapades on something. The chat didn’t change much but I think I feel lighter after letting out all my thoughts.
I have been home all day still battling with this my job search thing. I can’t wait till all these applications yield results sef cos I’m tired of being home and wallowing in self pity…..
It’s almost my bed time and best friend wont even pick up his phone. I guess it’s another night without saying good night. I’m getting used to it now…….its our new trend……………why is my face still messed up?…..I have to start work as a babe o, so this rubbish had better disappear from my face………nyte nyte!

Broken Pieces of Me!

2007-03-27T13:58:00.000-07:00

What is this I see? Oh it’s a reflection,
Its blur…its vague…wait! Now I think I see
I see something, my eyes, they look sad but it’s me
What I see is my reflection, staring at me
Behold a splitting image of what used to be me
What happened to me, how long have I been gone?
Wait a second, its all coming back…….

He said he’d never leave me, he promised.
Day and night he was there. He held my hands. No…
I remember…….he took me in his arms he……
He was my best friend in need and also in deed.
But why, why were we crying, why was he sad
I said I was leaving; it made him feels so bad
I had to go, he said he’d look out for me, he said he’d always be there.

I tried to stay strong, my God I did. I had to be strong
I promised I’d be. I was his angel, his stronghold
I couldn’t afford to fall short and so I gave it my best.
It was too much for me, I was falling apart, it was so hard, too hard.
He said he’d be there for me, he said he’d catch me when I fall.
He lied, he watched me fall into a thousand pieces, into this broken me.
Why did he change….He said he’d never leave me, he promised.

I have longed endlessly for a smile that only he can bring
I have asked myself why I miss him so helplessly
I have waited for him to pick me up and tell me he’s not gone
My heart couldn’t take it any longer so I became this depressed me
My eyes are sad but I know they will be brighter by the day
I hate what I see but it strengthens me, I want to see a beautiful me
I can’t wait to be myself again; I’d get there, slowly but surely.

Happy Mother's Day!

2007-03-18T02:13:00.000-07:00

Today I dedicate this song
To the one who bears the sweetest name
And adds lustre to the same
Who shares my joy who cheers when sad
The greatest friend I’ve ever had
Long life to her cos there’s no other
That can take the place of “dear mother”

Boyz 2 Men - A Song for Mama

2007-03-18T01:49:00.000-07:00

My beloved brother.

2007-03-16T11:11:00.000-07:00

My younger brother turned 16 a couple of days ago and I was so caught up in my own world that I forgot to call him at least. Later that evening, ever loving mama called to remind me and that made me feel bad. I called my dear brother to wish him a happy birthday and promised to give him a great gift. I apologised for not calling earlier and started explaining how busy I have been and my brother cut me short. My little brother said that he totally understands, in fact he was just laughing and said “sister Chika, don’t stress yourself too much, I’m very fine and I just want you to be happy.” Few words, few words that brought tears to my eyes, few words that made me miss home and my beloved brother even more, few words that gave me hope and haven’t seized to serenade me since they elapsed into the air.

I recall when I went home for Christmas and it was time to return to the UK. I walked into my brother’s room to say goodbye and there he was, he was pale and he lay down in a lot of pain. Yes, Richard suffers from sickle cell and like so many times before he was down again. It was so difficult to leave him like that and how I fought to hold back the tears. I begged him to get up and try and eat something so he could take his medication. He struggled to get up and I knew he was doing it for me. He tried really hard to eat something and I sat there and watched him all through even though I had a flight to catch. I had to hurry so I hugged my brother and said goodbye. I saw the look in his eyes, he was sad; he didn’t want to see me leave him again. I held his hand and told him that he’d be fine. I told him to stay strong for me and I promised to call him again and again to check on him. Then again on second thoughts, I removed my sim card and gave him my phone. I sent for a new number for him and told him to text and flash me as many times as he wanted and I’d call him back to speak with him. His face lit up and I could tell he liked his new gift but he loved his sister even more. He staggered towards me and gave me a big hug, and then he smiled. That smile made my day, it gave me the courage to get up and leave.

Richard is a fighter and like many times before he got well sooner than I thought. My brother makes me laugh every single time we speak and of all my siblings he is the most selfless. He’d displease himself to please anyone and he’d sacrifice anything just to make another happy. My mother calls him the clown in the house because even when he is ill he still says all sorts of funny things just so we’d all laugh and take our minds away from his pain. Today and everyday I am grateful to God for my brother’s life and his strength. I’m done blaming anyone for his situation because I know that God has a reason for everything. I found succour in my brother’s words: “sister Chika, don’t stress yourself too much, I’m very fine and I just want you to be happy.”
I am happy Richard and it’s not just because God has strengthened you my brother but also because he gave you a heart of gold.

Zora performs Dear Son at Brave New Voices Prelims in NYC

2007-03-14T15:53:00.001-07:00

Lately madsoulsista got me watching this video endlessly. I can’t get over how the poet conveyed the story it was so deep and meaningful. I love madsoulsista and lately I found the interesting little link to my blog on her page and I was really exited.

Lately I have celebrated overwhelmednaijababe’s 100th blog with her and of course I have thought about when I’d ever get there. I hope I do.

Lately!

2007-03-14T15:53:00.000-07:00

Lately, I have derived pleasure from a lot of weird stuff. Lately I have I done and enjoyed the things I thought I wouldn’t do. Lately I have had loads of hurdles to cross and I’m crossing them slowly but surely. Lately I have formed new bonds and lately these are some of the things that I have enjoyed in blog land.

Tony Tetuila Feat. Tuface - My kind of woman

2007-03-14T15:51:00.000-07:00

Lately my friend sola told me about Olawunmi’s blog and I’m loving every minute of it. I was actually thrilled by this video because it was funny seeing the 2face of those days and it’s been a while I heard that song too.

My Uncertainties!

2007-03-09T16:14:00.000-08:00

It feels just right, it feels perfect
But that was what I thought
That was my belief until yesterday turned blue
The memories linger clear and true.
Today the hurt seems vague but tomorrow my mind renews
The past is gone yet it haunts me
The present is here, yet it taunts me.
Could this be real because now I’m uncertain?
I need help, I need to know
My eyes are wide open but my vision seems unclear
My ears are close to the ground yet I’m unsure of the things I hear
I want enough to be enough; I must put an end to this puzzle
Where do I go, what do I do? How will I cross this hurdle?

The former is very willing and from what I see I can’t help believing
The present proclaims undying love yet he falls short just when It matters most
The latter, oh how I love the latter. He’s a friend in need and also indeed
Yet his purity is frightening as I fear his days of insanity if and when they come
I have made my choice but the options keep flashing before my very eyes
A constant reminder that they are still open
If only I could see the future, if I only I could tell the right path
I’m sure I’m on track, it’s impossible that I’m not
It has to work out this time because it can’t go otherwise
It has to be perfect because that is just how it feels
It has to be real, this pending ordeal
It has to be real………it just ought to be.

My new little room!

2007-03-08T12:03:00.000-08:00

It was such a tough decision but i made it. I finally decided to move out of the zones as I call it. I have moved out of that neighbourhood that I have always loved. I feel quite empty inside but I could do with some peace and quiet. I don’t even know how the cab got here so I have to start looking out for the closest bust stops cab offices and most importantly, the closest African stores. Well, thankfully my flatmate and landlady happens to be a good friend of mine so that is a bit of consolation if you ask me. I also have a second friend who happens to be again my flatmate and she is very pregnant. In fact she actually told me that she’s due in a few days and trust me, I find that rather alarming. Anyway moved into my little room really late last night and it was so cold and empty. I gazed around for a few minutes and eventually I lay down in my cold bed. A lot went through my head as I hoped that I’d get used to my little space soon enough. My night was sleepless and I have spent the better part of day setting up my cute little space. I think everything is almost in place now and my bed is beginning to feel warm. My little room is certainly beginning to feel like home and not before long too.

Back to the task!

2007-03-08T11:59:00.000-08:00

Hey people, it sure feels great to be back. Well, the trip to Nigeria turned out to be longer that planned. I loved every bit of it though even though the light situation was a bit worrisome. Well, I have finally come back to this country with the so called change in immigration status I have been fighting for. I guess that explains the reason for the emergency trip back home. I should be happy about this achievement but it comes with so much to do that I feel so confused. This marks a turning point in my life as I have to fit into a routine that is a far cry from my regular way of life. I have to the give up the life a young lady just chilling with only little to do for the life a working class post graduate chick. Now that is quite complicated if you ask me but I will give it my best shot. My first hurdle is to get a new place cos i gave up my crib when leaving for Africa. And now I have to searching for houses and hope that I find one that I’d like soon enough. the next step is to get a job and seriously I’m not sure if I’m looking forward to that part but this new chick has to be responsible so its part of getting into the routine. My CV is ready so at least I know that I am getting somewhere. Well, I really do hope that everything goes as planned cos right now my head is so full and i am seriously praying for the strength to pull this through. All the same I’d keep you lot posted and please wish me luck.

Home Bound!

2007-02-21T09:08:00.000-08:00

Hi people, how I miss blog land. Its been so long without you guys and I cant believe how addicted how I am.Well,yours faithfully is back home in Nigeria for about ten days and my trip even though it wasn’t planned it has been so much fun. I’d be back next week and I can’t wait till I have like proper access to the internet if you know what I mean. Will definitely keep in touch with everyone. Just thought to drop a line………cheers!

Snow and Me!

2007-02-08T16:06:00.000-08:00

Yesterday was a beautiful day for me. I actually woke up to the incessant beeping of my ever faithful mobile phone. loads of text messages, endless phone calls and……….well one gift sha.So what was the occasion o? Hurray! Miss amateur blogger became a year older and my gift to me was………THE DAIRY OF A NAIJA GIRL!
Well, as part of my routine before going bed, I checked the weather forecasts and as usual they had prophesied. They prophesied cold weather like never before. The worst in a decade and in fact the snow would be at least 10cm high. Not again I thought….then I want to bed matchmaking my warmest clothes for the next day in my head.
I could say it everyday and a thousand times at that. The one thing that I’d never get used to in this country is this cold assault in the name of winter. There are times when, I’m so cold that I cry and ask myself how I came up with this insane decision to be here…..
I reached for the window as soon as I got up and ….Wow!
The prophesy had come to pass. I gazed at the scenery before me. It was white, it was freezing but it was beautiful. For seconds, I stood in amazement and then I wondered, I wondered when I’d stop being dazzled by this awesome act of nature. Surprisingly I have seen it snow a number of times and every single time, it feels like magic. Why does this happen to me? could it be its heavenly colour that portrays such sanity amidst the chill, or maybe it is the fact that despite that freezing which I detest, there is this inner peace I feel and believe me, deep down in my heart it brings about internal warmth…….but truthfully, not for too long.

Please Read!

2007-02-07T08:43:00.000-08:00

SUBJECT:!!!!BLACK PEOPLE, PLEASE, READ & HEED. POIGNANT. The sad thing about this article is that the essence of it is true. The truth hurts. I just hope this sets more Black people in motion towards making real progress. Chris Rock, a Black comedian, even joked that Blacks don't read. Help prove them wrong! Read and pass on.
Please Note:For those of you who heard it, this is the article Dee Lee was reading this morning on a New York radio station. For those of you who didn't hear it, this is very deep. This is a heavy piece and a Caucasian wrote it....
CFP Harvard Financial Educators Dee Lee:"THEY ARE STILL OUR SLAVES. We can continue to reap profits from the Blacks without the effort of physical slavery. Look at the current methods of containment that they use on themselves: IGNORANCE, GREED, and SELFISHNESS. Their IGNORANCE is the primary weapon of containment. A great man once said, "The best way to hide something from Black people is to put it in a book." We now live in the Information Age. They have gained the opportunity to read any book on any subject through the efforts of their fight for freedom, yet they refuse to read. There are numerous books readily available at Borders, Barnes & Noble, and Amazon.com, not to mention their own Black Bookstores that provide solid blueprints to reach economic equality (which should have been their fight all along), but few read consistently, if at all. GREED is another powerful weapon of containment. Blacks, since the abolition of slavery, have had large amounts of money at their disposal. Last year they spent 10 billion dollars during Christmas, out of their 450 billion dollars in total yearly income (2.22%). Any of us can use them as our target market, for any business venture we care to dream up, no matter how outlandish, they will buy into it. Being primarily a consumer people, they function totally by greed. They continually want more, with little thought for saving or investing. They would rather buy some new sneaker than invest in starting a business. Some even neglect their children to have the latest Tommy or FUBU, And they still think that having a Mercedes, and a big house gives them "Status" or that they have achieved their Dream. They are fools! The vast majority of their people are still in poverty because their greed holds them back from collectively making better communities. With the help of BET, and the rest of their black media that often broadcasts destructive images into their own homes, we will continue to see huge profits like those of Tommy and Nike. (Tommy Hilfiger has even jeered them, saying he doesn't want their money, and look at how the fools spend more with him than ever before!). They'll continue to show off to each other while we build solid communities with the profits from our businesses that we market to them. SELFISHNESS, ingrained in their minds through slavery, is one of the major ways we can continue to contain them. One of their own, Dubois said that there was an innate division in their culture. A "Talented Tenth" he called it. He was correct in his deduction that there are segments of their culture that has achieved some "form" of success. However, that segment missed the fullness of his work. They didn't read that the "Talented Tenth" was then responsible to aid The Non-Talented Ninety Percent in achieving a better life. Instead, that segment has created another class, a Buppie class that looks down on their people or aids them in a condescending manner". They will never achieve what we have. Their selfishness does not allow them to be able to work together on any project or endeavor of substance. When they do get together, their selfishness lets their egos get in the way of their goal. Their so-called help organizations seem to only want to promote their name without making any real change in their community. They are content to sit in conferences and conventions in our hotels, and talk about what they will do, while they award plaques to the best speakers, not to the best doers. Is there no end to their selfishness? They steadfastly refuse to see that TOGETHER EACH ACHIEVES MORE (TEAM). They do not understand that they are no better than each other because of what they own, as a matter of fact, most of those Buppies are but one or two pay checks away from poverty. All of which is under the control of our pens in our offices and our rooms. Yes, we will continue to contain them as long as they refuse to re ad, continue to buy anything they want, and keep thinking they are "helping" their communities by paying dues to organizations which do little other than hold lavish conventions in our hotels. By the way, don't worry about any of them reading this letter, remember, 'THEY DON'T READ
......You have all probably seen this before, but we need to take stock of what is being said about us. Elements of this is true. When are we going to unite as a people and make ourselves proud. We cannot use the same old excuses. We are all educated people and we need to learn from what has gone before. We do not want to be used and abused again. If we want to go forward we need to take the risk and take a chance on each other to build ourselves a future............. Now is the time!

WHERE IS MY FREIND?

2007-02-06T03:38:00.000-08:00

She’s a very beautiful young woman, full of life, very adventurous and absolutely adorable. She had loads of dreams and aspirations. We made plans, yes several plans for our immediate future. Then one day, she made a decision, and that single decision changed everything. I heard she was Nigeria, I also heard it happened in London. They said she might be in Ghana yet no one has seen or heard from her. Without a doubt, she had fallen prey to them that would do anything for money. If only I could see her now, then I’d ask her why. Why she agreed to put her dreams on hold. Why she agreed to trade her freedom even if they had promised her the world. I’ve waited day and night and have prayed each passing day for that minute when she will come back. Back in circulation, back to her senses, back to reality and back to life. Will she be alright? Is she alive? How is she keeping up? Why did she do it? I’m dying for answers because even in her absence, I worry about her so much, too much. If only I knew where to visit her, maybe it won’t hurt this bad. If only she had been more patient, if only she had sought for advice in the right places, if only she kept her head up and avoided the wolves of this society…….if only! My dearest friend, I’ve missed you so much and you absence has left a vacuum in our hearts. I pray that your pleasant and kind spirit will see you through. Nigerians are known to be survivors and I believe that you won’t disappoint me at least not again. Please stay strong for me and I want you to know that I am looking forward to that day when you will be set free. HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAREST FRIEND!!!

I want to go home!!!

2007-02-05T12:07:00.000-08:00

Sometimes I can’t help feeling enslaved to this gadget called the mobile phone. This morning for instance, just when I was at the prime of my sweet sleep, I heard a sharp and loud beep that left me awake instantly. It was another text message on my phone and this time it was even from an anonymous number. Interestingly though, the text message read: please ring 08453004433 to vote for Amnesty for immigrants in the united kingdom before Tuesday next week. The uk government is considering granting permanent visas to all foreign visitors as well as illegal immigrants.”
Wow! too good to be true, I thought to myself and truthfully I paused for a second and thought of what I stand to gain if this would come to pass and I guess that’s what makes me a typical naija girl. Minutes later, I decided to face reality, it was just my people at it again and trust me it gave me cause for concern.
How long will we continue to fight so hard to be part of a foreign land? How long will we keep striving to fit into this society I barley understand. I’m here for a purpose which is to study and lay a solid foundation for myself. I know where I am and I always remember that motherland where I’m from. She’s beautiful though her growth is slow and steady. She struggles through development now but her future stays bright because her resources and prospects abound. I was to be a part of that growth and trust me; it’s the right way to go. I’m positive………..wait a second, someone’s at the door. My friend just walked in. The cold air from outside sent a shiver through my body. I smiled and indeed it made me re-affirm that when the time eventually comes, I would definitely go back home.

The Amateur Blogger!

2007-02-02T09:40:00.000-08:00

Hello my people!I cant help wondering on what side of the bed i woke up this morning but all i felt was this insane desire to visit my Aunty Bella and Funmi Iyanda's blogs to know what they had to say today.Iguess thats where my inspiration came from o.Alas i thought to give myself a suprising birthday present.I have oficially decided to start my own amateur blog.Surprsingly sha,i barely know what to talk about but i'm sure that with i'll catch up and be able to laugh about the day i started.At the moment i'm battling with adding a bit of colour at least and beleive me all this html language and templates are not exactly easy.I'm determined to pull it off at all cost though so please i'd be needing all the help,support and advice i can get.Remember,its my birthday gift and i dont think its too much to ask.Thanks a lot for una anticipated co-operation.