UPDATE - OF SOME SORT (totally random btw)

Hey everybody!

How's everybody doing? Hope fine?Did anyone miss me? I've been away at school and I can't blog from school. Anyway, I'll attack this blog in FULL FORCE by december, so, watch this space.

Well well well. What do I blog about now?

Exam's starting in 3weeks, so I'm on my toes. Leggy's post reminded me about my boyfriend-fever, maybe I should blog about that? Or about L (from Gist behind the Beef1) having a girlfriend in my class and me being jealous about it?

Anyway,

On my way back this evening, in the car with my folks, we stopped to get something and I came down from the car. Thats how these dudes rode up in a bentley and their stereo was friggin loud, obviously on their way to a night-out! They were like one feet away from the car then one of them got down and he was now calling me my sisters name, he was actually shouting it! In my mind I was like, this one wants to end my career as a child. I jejely walked to the car and was praying my parents didnt hear. They didnt. I was now very curious to know who they were, really! I wanted to go back but obviously, I didnt.

Let me give you school gist.

In my hall, they caught one girl that was supposedly kpanshing  one of the plumbers that came for repairs, she stayed back with him when everybody had gone to church. See, Love is dynamic.

Some peeps also did it in the gutter. LMAO. I still can't get over that.

Again, one babe like that was on the floor, bare floor. She spread her pashmina on the floor and was gettin gready for action, when they caught them, the boy ran away. They couldn't pin it on the guy cus she didnt even know his last name? WTH? How can I not know the Last name of the dude I'm supposedly sleeping with. There was even one gist like that that some people were getting it on in the tiny ATM room. Thats what happens when you cage people excessively, they start acting like dogs. really.

I got nominated for best dressed in my class. Guess who buys all my clothes for me....guess??? My mum! I've never gone shopping without her. Well If I win, I'll put up a picture. If I don't, I'll laugh about it. Some people are really taking it P, attaching beef to it. Abeg, the award will not make me finer or uglier, neither will it add anything to my life.

I'll be back a.s.a.p.

A nice weekend to everybody!

Happy Birthday to me!

My birthday started with the regular 12:00am calls and birthday wishes. I got a lot. My first gift was a journal form my best friend, Zee. I slept a little then I started reading for my 2 major tests. I left my hall in the afternoon and got back very late in the evening. I had called my mum days earlier and begged her to send me a cake and she was like she couldn't come down to my school and I'd take the cake on Sunday.  What's the point? The essence of it would have been defeated. I really didn't want to celebrate my b'day without a cake.

I looked really good. My heels were so high! and I was walking for hours with it. Just by looking@me, you'd know it's my b'day. serious!. I was a bit bothered all day cus Zee was giving me attitude and I didn't want her to spoil my day. I let it pass sha.

In the evening, tired and stressed, I opened my door, turned on the light and saw this cake on my table.

I was so surprised, I looked down and saw a big wrapped gift on my bed. I love wrapped gifts! My first thought was it was some guy that was chyking me that sent it.  I ran to Zee's room and I was like "somebody got me a cake"...and she's like it's her and my roomate that contributed towards it+the giftsss. I was so thrilled and surprised cus I really didnt expect much from them. I started crying and gave her a really big hug. I've never cried for a surprise before. I also got these really nice chandelier earings from her, In addition to the perfume set, purse, towel etc. We were meant to have a purple lingerie party in my room but all the invitees met me curled up fast asleep. I was so tired but it was definitely worth it.

That's definitely the greatest surprise of my life....yet

That evening made up for all my horrible stressful day. I'm grateful to God for another year. It feels great to be 18! Finally!

p.s: I'm accepting post-birthday gifts.

I Remember....

See my antennas? Of course, I'm the one in the middle, dragging my sister to take a pix. I was probably 4.

I remember being small and being beat up by my sisters, with those long, fat pencils that were in vogue.  I can never forget the day I ate beans with my sisters; I was probably around 4. We shared it into 3 parts and when I knew couldn't finish mine and they were almost finishing theirs, I poured water in the plate. I got the beating of my life.

Anytime I'd cry, my father would put me on his pot-belly and I'd sob away, heaving up and down while he'd be watching T.V.When we hear the familiar sound of Uncle Sam's Ice-Cream, we'd rush to my dad to collect money and rush out the gate. We were secluded in our own world. We occupied 4flats and we only left the house to school and church. If I tend to be unsocial, this is perhaps the reason why.

We had a box called "toy box." We had different kind of toys : Robocop, My Lil Pony, Cooking Set. etc. The first time we watched Chucky, my mum took the batteries out all of our toys.
In our own lil world, we'd take out white cork from new stuff and cook in our plastic pots on make-believe stoves. We called it "Chum Chum Chum.." I remember kissing my big doll Sandra and breaking her neck in the process. When my mum asked me how her neck broke, I lied.

I remember peeing on myself in Primary3 and my friend walked up to me and said " I'm still your friend but I'm not just your friend now." I remember my beautiful Lunch box and water bottles.

I remember our first dog, Patchy, when my mum put him down and he was eaten by calabar men. We cried and we hated my mum for the rest of the day. My brother was born, I was the last child for 6years, this was hard for me.

I remember my sisters refusing to tell me what the lyrics to Craig David's "Wasn't Me" meant, especially the line "honey came in and she caught me red handed banging on the bathroom floor. In Js2, we were doing Truth or Dare and one girl dared me to "bang" the wall. I was like "msccheww. Simple!" Then I started hitting my hand on the wall. Everyone was staring at me but nobody said a word. I eventually learnt about sex and went to my sister to educate her but alas! she already knew. She asked me if I didn't know that's what they do under the blanket in movies. lol


These Things I remember. These things I want to never forget.

Feels great to be back

A VERY big Thank you to:


Original Mgbeke
Big Heart
TayneMent
G-FUNC
Undercover 07
Rene
Trybes
Sunnyside
Controversy
Bubbles
Ttola
Myne Whitman
Solomon Sydelle
Leggy
Lady X
David
Nice Anon
Tigress
Muyiwa
The Girl With Red Hair
BSNC
miss.fab
Rose
cutee
Kay 9


The love here can really be compared to no other. I really appreciate the kind words and the concern, you guys are the best! I'm back and better and I can't believe I was gone for that long.

During this period, I've leant a lot and I'm glad for solitude. My b'day is in 5days time! Woah! I'll be back to update a.s.a.p.Hope everyone is doing good? I'm fine by the way.

Once again, thank you VERY much. I'm grateful.

The Gist Behind The beef - Part1

 Hey people,

I was gone for a sec. I'm back in prison school and I won't be blogging on the regular anymore.

The first week of school came with many fake side-hugs, fake smiles and half-baked "i missed u's". My friends think I look finer...LOL...I'm vain like that.

The sallah-break is for 5 days and I would have even proclaimed to be a muslim just to pass those gates and head home. I walked to the gates, thinking I could do "big girl" and leave without a pass. It wasn't a funny something when I walked back to the hall with my heels and back again. Its a 15min walk.

Now, for the gist behind the beef.


 *story, story*

It all started when I was i just entered school. I didn't have friends and I just used to walk by myself. Then this guy called L, came up to me in the cafeteria and he was chatting me up. Fortunately, or unfortunately, we turned out to be studying the same course, accounting. We got close and soon enough, he started hitting on me.

There is nothing in this world that I didn't do to get L to leave me alone. If you know what I did to this guy eh? It wasn't small something! I insulted him terribly, told him I was engaged, told him in plain English that I wasn't interested. Mba! He just didn't get the message.

I just was plain unattracted to him. The feel of his arm on my shoulders irritated me and the mere sight of his bobbing head drove me crazy. It was hard to even call him my "friend" because I just did not like him. Do you guys know what a bobbing head is? Its something like this

I kid you not. It moves like one of these bobbing-head dolls.

Anyway, his "like" for me became an obsession.He used to stalk me around school. He still interpreted my "No" to mean "Yes", it got to the point that our class-mates thought we were dating.

To me, he was just a weak, pathetic loser. I remember the day I told him I was engaged, he said in this sorrowful voice "I thought we still had a chance together."...I mean!

After everything I had said and done to this guy! C'mon!!! He was really stupid, how can I be engaged at 17???? When we had conversations, he used to stutter as if I was some celeb or something. He never did this with anyone else. We always had an uncomfortable silence in our conversations and during the whole period of silence, he'll be constantly repeating the phrase "you understand", over and over, like a broken record.

Apart from the fact that I was totally un-attracted (i didn't even want to be seen in public with him) I couldn't go out with him because he's a "sele" as in celestial church of christ (C.C.C.). No offense to anyone that is "sele"..Please forgive me for my opinions.

That was in my 1st year. He "toasted" me throughout my first year.

Looking back now, I realise my mistake. In as much as I was saying "No" with my mouth. My actions were probably saying "Yes". Like, I should have stopped picking his calls or accepting gifts from him

2nd year, 1st semester.

The "toasting" continued. This boy was definitely unrelenting. The hard part was that I still wanted to keep him as my friend. He's smart and he used to help me with my Biz Maths problems. I also didn't want to lose that. But still he wasn't getting the message.

2nd year, 2nd Semester.

 I said "YES" to L, over the holidays,some days to christmas. WHY??? I was in a phase called  STUPIDITY. He showed me so much "love" and I though no one could ever love me like that so i decided to manage, as I thought it was best "love" I could ever get.

This was just the beginning of my problems.

TO BE CONTINUED...

*P.S: Much love to G'FUNC, he's officially my e-husband. He did an entire post dedicated to me. Can you beat that?

P.P.S :  Zee (My BFF) thinks I love too much. She says my middle name should be "love"..You can't blame me, right now I think I'm falling in love..More on that later..lool

Cheap Coffin

I'm supposed to tell you the story behind the beef in this post, but I just don't feel  up to it. Sorry to disappoint anyone that was looking forward to the gist. Can we postpone it please? Pretty please?  Thank you dearzzz.

The comments on my last story, Revenge, really encouraged me to write another. If you guys had told me to forget about writing stories, I would have humbly dropped my pen, but as I was encouraged...here it goes.

O Lord, forgive me for I have sinned. Is it too late? I'm writing form 6ft below the ground, the nails from this poorly made coffins are piercing my side. Perhaps I should have been cremated. Perhaps he should be lying next to me. Perhaps I should have run away, far away.

The moment I saw him, I fell in love. It wasn't a fairytale and there was nothing to leave me in a trance. All I could see was filth around him, I felt disgust and pity, but I fell in love.

On that Saturday morning, I rose up before the sun to set out for evangelism. Newly branded for Christ, I would march into the slums, where the other witnesses shied away from. With my head held high and my pocket bible held firmly under my sweaty armpits, I ventured into an old, deserted, uncompleted building. The pungent smell of Marijuana hit me, unperturbed, I ventured further. I saw him crawled up in a corner, he was too high to notice my presence as he had taken more than his fragile system was willing to accept. I spun around on my heels, ready to exit. Then he started convulsing; I saved his life.

He was down and out, I was hopeful and optimistic but somehow, our worlds collided. I felt like a heroine, his heroin. "I will save him!" I proclaimed to myself. A kiss here, a touch there, he became my hero.

The weekday church services came to a screeching halt and the Sunday services became a weekly ritual, the devil had become my companion. For me to understand his pain, I reassured myself, I have to be a part of it,

Soon enough my pain was beyond words, beyond tears, beyond eternity. My family and friends deserted me, he was all I had. I was blind to the impending destruction, I knew he used the needles on his other girlfriends, I knew I wasn't the only one moving with him to the rhythm of the creaking bed.

Now I'm dead from; dead from an overdose. I don't understand. Did I die from a overdose of cocaine or from an overdose of him?

I heard him bargain with that sleazy carpenter, I heard him say I was already a skeleton so the cost of the coffin be reduced.

I want to go back in time, back to that Saturday morning. This time, I would have walked in, watched him die, then put him in this poorly made coffin.

P:s: Please do tell me what you think. Your criticisms will be highly appreciated

P.P.s: Since when did the words "too big", "too strong", "too tough", "too wide", "won't fit" become adjectives to describe the word "Ego"..The Ego won't fit into where? Help me ask Beyonce o. Why is she now coding it?

The Battle Before Me

In the words of Whitney Houston "I wasn't made to break."

In the words of Christina Aguilera " I am a Fighter."

In the words of Gloria Gaynor "I will Survive"....

From my first class this semester, I knew I was in for some serious ish...I'm the kind of person you'd easily mistake for a snob but I really love to shine my teeth for everyone I know or anyone who says "hi" to me.  Right now, my teeth won't be seeing much light because most people in my class have beef for me because of some crazy ish that happened last semester. I say I don't care, but I really do....During the holz, i called my friend and I was like:
 

Me :  I'm so worried. How many people do I want to explain to? People will be looking at me "somehow." How do I explain to them that they are so far from the truth

Zee: 'dufa how many people do you want to explain to? Your parents did not send you to school to make friends or convince anyone. Do what you have to do and get out of that place.

I felt a lot better after that but the truth is that it's easier said than done. When I'm in the company of either Zee or M.I (my two friends) and a group of classmates pass, say hi to them and ignore me,  what do I do? I simply bone and pretend like they aren't even there. I don't even turn my neck.

Since I can't tell my story to everybody, I have decided to bone and let them believe what they want to. Its a class of about 180+, if I have just 2 friends in the midst of all this, I think I will survive.

I left facebook for all of them. I'd put something on my status and they'd be referring to it when they see me in person as in  Sorry o! But that's just freaking weird for me. The height was my ex-lecturer adding me on facebook.

I'll tell you the story behind the beef  in my next post. Its so long and it'll probably roll over to another post.

On a lighter note, I don't know if anyone missed me for the few days I was gone but I missed you guyz. I was constantly blogging in my mind though...lol..The last post was edited and published by my sister, I had to tell her to help me with it.  I had already drafted it and she came to the rescue.

By the way, what's up with some facebook "friends". Or else how could you explain seeing a picture like this and all her "friends" (not a single one) could not give her good advice or even criticize the pix.

The best they could do was comment on her shoes and praise the pix. I told her my two kobo sha. "Babe you're big, cover up."

It even happens here in blogsville. When most people want to comment on your post and its contrary to your opinion or public opinion,  they'll comment as anonymous. Why? Is it the fear that the person will retort or not visit your blog again or that the person's followers will attack you. I just don't get it.

Why am I rambling?

Anyway, Y'all have a wonderful weekend!