abeg free me o!, 2008 is still new, one month down and 11 more to go. So while everyone was busy making new year's resolutions, I was just lying down on my bed, chilling for y'all to break your resolutions before I make mine.
Yes! I said it. February is the new cool time to make resolutions. First, you've had like 30 (or is it 31?) days to savor the new year, and assess things...so to speak.
I thought long and hard on this one, taking time to compile my list.
Here goes...
1. I will listen more to myself.
See, I know what is right for myself, so why do I tell myself the right thing to do, and then moments later go in the opposite direction and do another thing?
2. I am doing at least 30 crunches a day
I always say I wish I had done this everytime the summer rolls by. This summer, I'm ditching my tankini for a bikini!
3. I am going to do what is right by myself.
nuff said.
4. I am doing something for my birthday this year.
I cannot tell whether it'll be a party, or an outing with friends, but I'm definitely planning something ahead of time. y'all are welcome to come....that is if you come with a gift :-)
5. I am picking up a new habit.
I don't know what it would be, maybe yoga, salsa dancing, or something else. Whatever it is, I am acquiring a new skill.
6. Make more friends, keep the number of enemies at a stable constant. :-)
Notice I said friends not acquaintances. Who needs more enemies?
7. I am thoroughly enjoying this 08!
Spare no cost, spare no efforts. No regrets!!
8. Be more serious about my relationship with God.
Amen!
Hopefully, I'll still be blogging by the end of the year, and I'll be able to put a check beside everything on this list.
PS: I'll finish the story of the last post very soon. I promise. Just don't hold your breadth for it :-)
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Multiple Choice
Alright, choose one: we have sex, I finger you, or I lick you. Which one do you choose?
Seyi had been on my case for a while back. At first it was interesting, even funny. I had guys asking me out, lots of them, but I never did my sister’s friends. I hardly even talked to any of them, not because they weren’t cool, but I wanted to maintain my own friends.
Actually, Seyi had been a friend of my sister, they went to the same school. Anyways, Seyi started asking me out. The usual stuff: He liked me, wanted to be her boyfriend, all those good things.
Then he started being persistent, I didn’t take him serious.
I told him i had a boyfriend, I always told them that, and it seemed to work for the most part.
Then one day, Seyi came to my house. He made those random visits, the ones where he didn’t declare who he wanted to see.
I was at home alone with my sister. We talked, even laughed and joked a little, before my sister said she wanted to go out. She’d be back in a few hours.
Seyi followed my sister to the gate. I figured they both went out, and so I went into the bathroom to take a shower. I was going out myself.
As I was coming out of the shower, Seyi came back into the house, and I went to my room to hurriedly put on my clothes.
No sooner had I closed the door, seyi burst into my room- naked as the day he was born.
This was my first time of seeing an erect dick! *angel halo*
The look on my face steadily changed from surprise, to shock, and then to horror, as I realized what he planned on doing.
“I’ve been asking you out forever now, and its obvious you don’t like me, so let’s do this and get it over with”
He lunged at me, pushed me on the bed and we started struggling.
I had on only a towel, which he pulled off.
Seyi was stocky, one of those guys who worked out and had little or no fat on them. He had at least 30 more pounds of muscle on him.
I could have been struggling with one of those punching bags boxers used, and it would have made little or no difference.
I quickly realized that struggling was going to get me nowhere. I had to change my tactic, and fast.
I didn’t want to be raped my first time in my own room! I’d heard that this sex thing was supposed to be painful anyways, but rape?
I tried another route, had to turn on the water works- given the circumstance, it wasn’t hard. All I had to do was look at the WMD between his legs which was increasing in length, and that was it. I don’t know why I thought of crying, maybe I’d watched too many movies.
He paused for a brief moment when he saw I was crying.
Good.
I intensified it
He stopped
“Is this how I’m supposed to believe that you cared in the first place... *insert more movie line bull*”- then I wailed louder.
Had to hide my face or else he wouldn’t have believed me
“I did, but you’re never going to go out with me anyways, you’ve made that clear”
Then I cried some more. For some odd reason, that seemed to bother him, and I capitalized on it”
“It’s not as if you’ve never done this before, so what’s the big deal”
“No I haven’t”
“How old are you”
“seventeen”
*More crying*
Alright, choose one: either we have sex, I finger you, or I lick you. Which one do you choose?
Seyi had been on my case for a while back. At first it was interesting, even funny. I had guys asking me out, lots of them, but I never did my sister’s friends. I hardly even talked to any of them, not because they weren’t cool, but I wanted to maintain my own friends.
Actually, Seyi had been a friend of my sister, they went to the same school. Anyways, Seyi started asking me out. The usual stuff: He liked me, wanted to be her boyfriend, all those good things.
Then he started being persistent, I didn’t take him serious.
I told him i had a boyfriend, I always told them that, and it seemed to work for the most part.
Then one day, Seyi came to my house. He made those random visits, the ones where he didn’t declare who he wanted to see.
I was at home alone with my sister. We talked, even laughed and joked a little, before my sister said she wanted to go out. She’d be back in a few hours.
Seyi followed my sister to the gate. I figured they both went out, and so I went into the bathroom to take a shower. I was going out myself.
As I was coming out of the shower, Seyi came back into the house, and I went to my room to hurriedly put on my clothes.
No sooner had I closed the door, seyi burst into my room- naked as the day he was born.
This was my first time of seeing an erect dick! *angel halo*
The look on my face steadily changed from surprise, to shock, and then to horror, as I realized what he planned on doing.
“I’ve been asking you out forever now, and its obvious you don’t like me, so let’s do this and get it over with”
He lunged at me, pushed me on the bed and we started struggling.
I had on only a towel, which he pulled off.
Seyi was stocky, one of those guys who worked out and had little or no fat on them. He had at least 30 more pounds of muscle on him.
I could have been struggling with one of those punching bags boxers used, and it would have made little or no difference.
I quickly realized that struggling was going to get me nowhere. I had to change my tactic, and fast.
I didn’t want to be raped my first time in my own room! I’d heard that this sex thing was supposed to be painful anyways, but rape?
I tried another route, had to turn on the water works- given the circumstance, it wasn’t hard. All I had to do was look at the WMD between his legs which was increasing in length, and that was it. I don’t know why I thought of crying, maybe I’d watched too many movies.
He paused for a brief moment when he saw I was crying.
Good.
I intensified it
He stopped
“Is this how I’m supposed to believe that you cared in the first place... *insert more movie line bull*”- then I wailed louder.
Had to hide my face or else he wouldn’t have believed me
“I did, but you’re never going to go out with me anyways, you’ve made that clear”
Then I cried some more. For some odd reason, that seemed to bother him, and I capitalized on it”
“It’s not as if you’ve never done this before, so what’s the big deal”
“No I haven’t”
“How old are you”
“seventeen”
*More crying*
Alright, choose one: either we have sex, I finger you, or I lick you. Which one do you choose?
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Friday, January 11, 2008
It just hit me...
I just got off the phone with one of my coolest buddies all ready to hit the books. Then fiam! just like that it hit me.
I feel like wailing like a mother who just lost her child.
ok, nobody died or anything, but it is more serious than that.
I just hit me that ...I won't be able to marry T.I
stop laughing! this is serious!!
Forget that he has about 20 children from 21 mothers, forget that he sounds like an agbero if he's not rapping, forget that he's supposed to be in jail now (or did he get out?), but I finally just realized that we won't be together *sob*
Have you seen my baby in a suit, he looks so GQ, even if he's just wearing a plain white tee shirt, he still looks sumptous!
His swagger is just...out of this world!, and when he licks his lips...
ok, seriously! I was just thinking of the dynamics of our would-be 'relationship'... and it just hit me that my baby and I could never be.
I'm going to go mourn the end of our 'relationship' even before it began...and 2008 was supposed to be our year, dang!
I feel like wailing like a mother who just lost her child.
ok, nobody died or anything, but it is more serious than that.
I just hit me that ...I won't be able to marry T.I
stop laughing! this is serious!!
Forget that he has about 20 children from 21 mothers, forget that he sounds like an agbero if he's not rapping, forget that he's supposed to be in jail now (or did he get out?), but I finally just realized that we won't be together *sob*
Have you seen my baby in a suit, he looks so GQ, even if he's just wearing a plain white tee shirt, he still looks sumptous!
His swagger is just...out of this world!, and when he licks his lips...
ok, seriously! I was just thinking of the dynamics of our would-be 'relationship'... and it just hit me that my baby and I could never be.
I'm going to go mourn the end of our 'relationship' even before it began...and 2008 was supposed to be our year, dang!
Monday, January 7, 2008
Naija: How it went down
The flight wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. I had some of my friends on the flight with me, so we each took 4hr shifts. Don't ask me doing what.
The last time I went to Naija, it felt like I stepped out of a color picture into a black and white picture. This time was different. It felt more like a photoshoped picture…
The niece was absolutely gorgeous! although where would she have gotten the worwor gene from? On the day I was leaving she started being clingy, following me everywhere, lying next to me, that sort of thing. When the time came to leave, she cried so hard, it was very difficult prying her loose…
I slept half of the vacation away. The plan was to catch up on all the sleep I missed for the past 4 months. I really didn’t get to hang out with old friends. Funny thing is most of my friends here went to naija, actually all my closest friends went to naija as well, so most of my "hanging out" was done with my friends from yankee. I made a couple of cool new friends too.
For the most part NEPA was kinda cool, On the few days I spent at home there was light during the day. Also Papa bumight came through, so the generator was always on at night. I simply timed my sleep such that I was fast asleep before they put the generator off.
So did I gain weight? you'd think so shey?Mama Bumight was on a mission. All the swallowables(thanks bighead1) that I didn't want to eat, she made sure they went down my throat. From feedback, I heard my face got smoother and my boobs got bigger, but hey *shrug* that's something.
Everything in Naija looked so different. Oh! And did I mention that I was tantalized? There are so many new eateries in Naija, I stuck to the old ones though.
Naija Traffic! Horrible does not come close to describing. I was stuck in Traffic and I missed the party at my house on the 31st. As in, when I got home,they had packed ALL the chairs! Everytime I got out of the traffic, I just felt like sleeping.
And I also missed my phone!, I miss being able to call people at will without worrying about credit.
Totally Random: I’m very much convinced that it would be difficult for me to drive in Naija. Next time I go back, I want to be able to go out without thinking about who’ll take me out. That means I need to learn how to drive stick shift(manual transmission) and most importantly, acquire the courage to even drive in naija sef.
Oh! And I noticed that they don’t play any of our southern garage music on radio in naija. Heard so many naija songs, I felt flooded. By the time I left, I felt like if I heard the song Do me by P.Square one more time, I was going to scream, …now that song is my early morning commute hymn.
Very important: I heard this song on radio once, I don’t know who sang it or anything, but I need to get it. It sounded like a Kanye West/Ebenezer Obey duet. More like kanye west rapping/singing very cool stuff and in the middle, maybe the chorus or the hook, imagine Ebenezer Obey’s voice singing “Silence is the best answer for a fool”. I thought it was so cool.
Generally, I had 2 weeks of extreme pampering. I don't think I lifted a finger. The very best 2 weeks I've spent in the last 6 months. Eating, sleeping, and going out. qed. Nothing else- that's the life!
I almost didnt want to come back, It felt colder for the first couple of days. I couldn't remember the way to my house from the airport, like seriously! everything looked strange.
Sunday, January 6, 2008
Happy New Year
I've missed blogging terribly! I've had no inspiration to blog while on hols, I will update about my naija trip as soon as I get my internet working.
Hope the new year ushers in everyone's heart desires and many more!
Here's to countless more days pouring my heart out!
Hope the new year ushers in everyone's heart desires and many more!
Here's to countless more days pouring my heart out!
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