The Effects of Too Much Time

WTF?!

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” Why can’t we be together anymore? Because you were never really serious with me in the first place. So it doesn’t matter to me now; I love u still… I just love someone else more” What exactly was i thinking when i wrote this? I have not the slightest clue. It’s like the memory … Continue reading →

Happy Day Of Birth!

Hiya!

So i’ve been away from blogging for a little over six months now, but i intend to remedy all of that. Hope you didn’t miss me too much :). Been a bit busy with the things happening in my life. New love, New home, New friends…. We all know how that can take up one’s time, especially when it all occurs at once.

On the 21st, i celebrated yet another birthday. Usually, i don’t do much for my birthday, but i decided to mark it this year. It was an asian themed event due to my undying love for anything Korean. the ‘Sushi Raku’ restaurant in houston was the location and just like one would see in any Korea drama, we went for karaoke after. All i can say is that, it was a magical night that i would not soon forget and even though you could not have experienced it with me, i’ll give u a chance to see what went down.

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A Voice of an Angel

This girl is awesome and KOREAN! Her name is Megan Lee a.k.a. cutiepiemeg918 and she is AWESOME SAUCE!!!

 

Please check out her channel, like now!

Here is a video of her…

 

The Cold Begat Yuki.

I remember that day. I was lying on my bed, thinking. A voice in my head spoke to me.

 

‘Yuki!’

 

The voice was urgent, desperate sounding. I tried to ignore it but it grew louder, harsher, almost threatening to destroy my brain from the volume of it.

The coldness I felt inside me, the disarray of my heart, it was all explained by the one word that was said to me. YUKI.

Lost in thought, all the feelings I had tried desperately to conceal, to overcome, it all kept rushing up with full force. The anger, hurt and betrayal consumed me. I felt used and abandoned… I felt like a Yuki.

 

Yuki is the Japanese word for snow. One would think it symbolized purity, beauty, Cold, white. And yes, I did feel those things. I felt that the purity of my mind had been tainted with thoughts that even I deemed objectionable. All that was left was this cold feeling that threatened to consume everything I thought I knew. My moral compass was now muddled.

‘They are jealous, ignore them’

 

The voice said. I ignored them. I ignored the people that could possibly be of help to me. I shut out all that could lead me out of this dark, lonely place I found myself it. I was no longer in control. I let the name control me.

Then one day I was exhausted. I was tired of listening to the voice. I wanted out and I wanted peace. I tried to remember all that was good in the world, all that I loved. These memories seemed so far away and out of reach. I couldn’t access them no matter how I tried.

 

‘Look at your computer screen’

I did, and I saw it. The message from my friend that helped me lifts me out of the mess I wanted out of.despite all my negligence, he reached out to me. I’m still not sure how I did it, but I did it. I remembered the warmness my heart was capable of and all the cold melted off, slowly but surely.

 

But Yuki still remained; A better version of her perhaps. Scarred and vigilant while retaining all the optimism, spontaneity and beauty she originally had.

The voice was quiet, but the name I wore proudly like a scarlet letter.

The King of a Thousand Laughs

On may 13th, i had one of the funnest nights ever this year. It was all thanks to the basket mouth show and after party in Houston. plenty drinks, laughs and wonderful people to go around. Heres a snippet of my experience.

Ba Ni Kidi…. Mallam!

Great video! Awesome concept for a Nigerian video. Would have loved to see more ethnicity in the video though. Maybe some masquerades and other traditional things. All in all, catchy and fun video.

Royal Wedding, Naija Style.

By ‘Yomi Kazeem.

Disclaimer: the article you are about to read was written by Yomi Kazeem, a mind extraordinare. He debuts the guest writer category where I will be randomly featuring the best writers I know. Enjoy. Cheers

The following took place in the mind of a young Nigerian between 10:00pm and 11:00pm.

It was a colorful affair. Not British colorful, I mean Nigerian colorful. Yes, that colorful. When they coined that phrase ‘Eko for Show’, they were obviously not kidding! According to the organizers of the event, this was Royal Wedding 2.0 and they set out to make it so. Kate got to the venue of the event in grand style, highlighting from a BRT bus, she looked smashing! The sisters under the bridge at Ikeja had done their magic with Kate’s hair, giving her, a very Royal lace Brazilian wig! Arriving, in the more modest Keke Napep.

Prince William wasn’t left out, the boys at Next handled him and when they were done with his head, that bald patch was a thing of the past.

According to custom, royal weddings must take place at an edifice of world renowned popularity and so, we delivered. The wedding was held at our own architectural masterpiece capable of sitting the entire mo gbo mo ya Peoples Association in Lagos- The National Theatre, Iganmu. Ingenious isn’t it?

Standing on the stage, looking around the auditorium was a nostalgic moment, it was an enthralling show of the wonders our iyas from Isale-Eko can do with Aso- Ebi, it almost brought tears to the eyes. The Queen’s ‘side’ wore purple damask, the expensive kind, Prince Charles and his homeboys were looking great in their white Guinea and red fila. The Middletons were decked in lace, the kind that has rocks littered all over it. The rest of the party had to make do with ankara. Not discrimination, just that ‘levels pass levels’.

After a while the National Stadium began to creak under the weight of the people in attendance, these mo gbo mo ya people were trooping out from all corners of town, so the party was transferred to Redeemed Camp, according to the organizers, even if 100 billion people show up, Holy Ghost fire was sufficient for them all.

This was certainly a spectacular wedding, not a dull moment! Not with Salawa Abeni rocking the stage. She wasn’t alone, she had the likes of Ebenezer Obey, King Sunny Ade, KWAM 1, Banky W and co in attendance, a nice mix of old and young, we certainly showed them that it wasn’t only Britain that had talent. The only notable absentee was Kokomaster D’banj, organizers feared the ladies of the royal family would be smitten by Mr. Endowed thus giving the world a headache of how to deal with unroyal babies, 9 months from now.

The presiding minister Pastor Okotie (not to worry, organizers provided guests with dictionaries) handled the solemnization of vows, he emphasized that “the sacrosanctity of the unification of the two anatomies in an imperially majestic manner, ought not be defiled by things considered unholy, as the institution of marriage had a distinct unique albeit deep seated, thinly veiled repugnance and abhorrence towards infidelity”. He pronounced them man and wife and conferred on them the royal title of Baale and Yeye of Iyana-Abule. Just as they were about to kiss, the predictable happened, NEPA took light!

The royal family, fearing a terrorist attack, was quickly surrounded by the MI-5 and security operatives of Interpol. Nigerians on the other hand, familiar with NEPA and their incapability, simply held on to their prized possession until electricity was installed, Thank God for Tiger generators!

The Master of Ceremony was a person of power, the organizers in a bid to ensure the success of this wedding engaged the one and only, the indomitable, the inimitable Dame Patience. Not one to be shy, irrespective of any oral impediments, took to the stage like a seasoned performer, she handled the event which so much grace and poise entertaining the royal family, her fellow widows, with her repertoire of grammatical jokes.

She told stories of how she encouraged people to press their hands on the umblerra, she also told them to enjoy themselves and not be afraid due to stories of the spate bomb blasts across the nation; she said the Federal Government had approved 200 billion dollars for the say-cu-rity of the event. She went further to tell Her Majesty to pray for the people killing shildren turning them to widows, she reiterated that she was convinced that these bad eggs would turn a new leaf, after all, were they not born of a women?

The event was winding down gradually, royal and unroyal people alike were rocking the tunes of high life- Osondi Owendi, it had all gone according to plan, the food was of the most delicious kind, Prince Harry particularly took to Semo and Ogbono, his agbada was full of stains of long lines of ogbono, but trust our people, they promptly soaked it in ‘bleach’, within minutes it was like brand new again.

The organizers kept saying they had a surprise, everyone wondered what it was, but they refused to divulge their secret, we had forgotten about the surprise until we heard a royal shriek; we all looked in the direction of the scream, and what we saw was beyond our wildest imaginations… Princess Diana had arrived.

A Thrifter’s Haven!

Hiya!

So the other day, I wound up in the uptown area of metropolitan Houston and decided to check out this store I heard so much about. It’s called BUFFALO EXCHANGE.

Buffalo exchange is a thrift store that specializes in the sale of designer items. Designers ranging from Versace to Ralph Lauren to Marc Jacobs could be found at their various locations. You could say it was a very pleasant experience and the people were hospitable.

Now here is the summery of what I purchase that day:

A pair of genie/harem pants $29

A blazer $12

A pair of shimmery powder pink shoes $14.50

A juicy couture clutch $25

A fedora $9

A lacy white top $7.50

Guessing Game

Hiya!

So… I wanted to do something different like an audience participation blog. I want you all to try to guess what is going through my mind as I make all these faces. Write your answers in the comment box and number the according to the order in which the pictures are arranged. Start from the first and assess each picture to the right of the previous one. When the row is done, move on to the next row and do the same.

Good luck. Lol