This Man, MR. NAT!!!

This blog isn’t for featuring artistes or their songs but you would recall that I mentioned on my post NOONE, that I would play his songs soon, given his permission.

Mr. Nat is an artist with a vision so clean and infectious that you can’t help but love his concept which so fresh! He raps and strictly gospel but I cannot exaggerate his talent because, there is no need to; he is T.A.L.E.N.T.E.D! He’s truly something else. As I listen to his songs, something touches me, my soul, the way he talks and describes God, you’d want to know God; his songs can be played in just about any gathering: a church, club, party; please you name it; it cuts across any ‘time or place’ barrier! So those of you who play gospel songs just on Sundays or in your car when you’re in trouble or asking God for help, you can play this at any time whatsoever. That I said RAP doesn’t mean if you’re not into that sort of music you won’t flow, contrary to that, you would!

I would like for you to get to know him, as I did when he so graciously gave me this info about himself:

Chigozie Nathaniel A.K.A Mr. Nat, born on the 23^rd of June, 1978.

Did his Nursery and primary schooling in Lagos, secondary school in Owerri in Imo state.

He got an OND in Accountancy from Federal Polytechnic, Negede in 1999 and in 2004; he got a B.sc in Banking and Finance from Abia state University and is currently working on his masters at the University of Port Harcourt.

He’s worked in Savannah Bank, GTB , part-time staff of the Imo state Broadcasting Corporation and is currently working with the one of the foremost oil and gas companies in Nigeria (off-shore) as a Terminal Representative  for crude oil marketing division (Eastern region).

His love for music started as a child from his mum who gave him lengthy recitations to recite in church from memory. In 1990, he first heard rap music, it intrigued him but it was all circular for him when he started learning the rap music; in 1994, he started a group called 4TIFIED which split when he got born again. He then formed DIVINELY INSPIRED ANNOINTED VOICES (solely acapela) and STAINLESS VIEW (contemporary R&B and Hip-hop).

In 2000, whilst in Absu, his rap skill developed and he started ministering in his school, other schools as well in other states. He’s performed alongside Samsung, Isaac Rowland (Now late), Obi Shine, (Obi Shine featured him in his track titled ‘shinning’) etc.

He formed NATHANIEL TRIBE in Absu which is still existence till date with gospel rap as their theme. His upcoming debut album would be released later this year. He has given me the permission to play two of his songs: YAKITIYAK and GOD.

When asked his vision, he said:

“My vision is to satiate the world with PIL –positive Impact Lyrics. The world has lost its respect or view concerning living right with God and having a personal relationship with him despite your style of living; there’s no respect for morality and its saddening”

These are the songs, listen, enjoy, be blessed and download.

Thank you all so much, my love for you keeps me blogging when all else fails me.

No One!

Hi everyone, it’s been a while now since I’ve blogged or at the very least, it seems that way to me; I have been bedridden and in pains. On Thursday morning the 13th of May 2010, it seemed I would lose my life to an ailment I have lived with most of my life. I’m asthmatic. The chronic kind; but prior to that day, the previous week or so, I had gone for my medication so I wasn’t worried for my health besides, that was the least of my worries because I was plagued with measles, typhoid and malaria. Someone asked me if there was anyone I had wronged, just me? All at once? So as I lay on my bed to weak to speak, I had difficulty in breathing which, I thought would pass and in a matter of seconds I was barely hanging by the tread.
Inside of me, at that moment, I had given up on surviving it this time, I believed this wasn’t my lucky day as I wasn’t expecting anyone to come check on me in my room at that time. I was ready to meet my maker and had asked for forgiveness the best way I could.
I lost consciousness and it happened that God used my little cousin who woke up early and sort of drifted to my room since the T.V in my room was on, to save me and that has been a mystery to me. I’d like to think that God has great plans for me and I am eager to know what it seeing that he keeps saving me.
That brings me to the next issue I need to get of my chest. I don’t like being unhappy or hurt if I can afford it and I try as much as possible to avoid it but still it comes in different ways. I’m not here lament or wallow in self-pity but still, I’m entitled to question things I find abnormal. Please correct me if I’m wrong but when you’re ill, your core friends are supposed to check in on you, show they care right? So, I won’t be assuming too much if I feel the people I have as my so called close friends should call me and inquire after me? They should ‘embarrass’ me with phone calls and text messages but I got none of that and to say that I’m angry is an understatement! I am also hurt and I feel like crying. Someone would probably tell me that life isn’t always about me and that they probably had stuff going on in their lives yeah? I disagree. I’m not self-centered nor do I expect so much from my friends. I am always there for them, not that I expect that to be a pre-requisite for their care or affection. But, it hurt, so very much that I find my heart breaking all over again. There are times that you can be vulnerable and need to be reassured that you have people who actually care about you and at that state of my vulnerability, they were found wanting; it just buttresses the fact that I am destined to be a loner. I have decided to drop all my ‘friends’ seeing that I don’t want to get hurt. I would cope, afterall, I did while I was ill didn’t I?
I just need to thank Seye Kuyinu of www.seye.blogspot.com your calls, text messages as well as the time you gave to me is appreciated and I sincerely hope I can repay you. Thanks for being there.
‘Bleble’ (for that’s what I call her) for checking in on me. Despite her busy schedule as the Editor of a publication, she still had my time and to think before now I barely gave her time. Thank you so much dear.
Nat who has a demanding job and also is working on his new album still kept checking up on me. I would upload two of his new songs for you but with his permission of course although he doesn’t need publicity from me since he already has it but I’d most sincerely want to be the first to play it on the internet since I have it already.
Abdulameed, for what it’s worth, thank you so much for calling.
Most of my friends read my blog and if I when you do, I’m dead serious about this post. Most times you all think I’m one strong lady but please I’m no SUPERWOMAN and definitely not SUPERHUMAN! I’m just tired of acting strong, of taking all the crap you all dish out. I am tired! I am fed up! There’s a limit to my patience and understanding, I can’t take it anymore. I’d be glad if we never speak again! There’s no harm in being without friends; after all, I’ve had loads of years of experience; I’m an only child so please, get going!

THESE G-STRINGS AND THONGS

GUYS!!!
Are you a guy and love JUSTIN BIEBER’s songs? Please send a mail to fit2bimi@yahoo.co.uk saying you do and your reasons. Just for guys! You’d get a wonderful surprise!

MAIN POST:
You must be wondering about the heading I used for this post but just you read through;
I have no reservations about G-strings; they make you sexy, daring yeah?
I even get to wear these when I am wearing some tight skirts or pants and don’t want my panty-line to be defined.
But sometimes when I see some ‘bums’ wearing these things, I marvel.
I have a married friend whose bum is as wide as my hands when I open them to embrace a big person and she says that her husband can’t stand seeing her wear boxer panties or full pants. I asked her about just wearing real lacy or sheer panties and she still says not admitted in her bedroom.
I don’t you, but apart from the few g-strings I have for such tighties when I wear them, I’m the lacy panties and boxer panties chick any day.
G-strings make me so uncomfortable and sort of itch and I marvel at the craze, (yeah, I heard, it makes you feel sexy and your hubby or boyfriend wants you more-eyes rolling- yeah right!)
I had this crush on this guy I was almost going gaga for and went to pay him a visit and then when he went to have his bath and he was dressing up, he wore his g-strings and came to show me; Kai!I died and woke up, my attraction for him started dying from that day. All the time we were hanging that evening I kept thinking that this guy had on a g-string. I may be old fashioned, but abeg that I cannot take.
Then when I was in law school, I had this friend I used to go visit her in her room (who incidentally is the chick whose hubby can’t stand anything other than G-strings or thongs) this girl would even wear g-strings when she’s in her period and anyone looking will notice it. I mean, what the heck is that?! And not like she’s comfortable with it oh, that’s how she’d keep adjusting and re-adjusting. I tire!
Please wear that which you feel comfortable in.I beg you. There are still some small panties that are small and not full and would still look real sexy.


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Please do. I love you to bits.

TEN THINGS I LOVE +MYNE

I’m not someone who usually pays any special attention to what I like or do not. I go with the flow and my mood. My mood and desires change frequently.

But out of the tremendous respect and love I have for SURU, I have to give in to this post. It’s those you like that you tag; (that’s not saying if I don’t mention you that I don’t like you oh...Biko, see me!)

So I’d just say whatever, yeah? And please accept it that way:

1.      I love chocolates to a point of no return; I love my biscuits covered in chocolate cream; it’s that bad. I go without food (well, I hate food) and can feed on that for days on end.

2.    I love my ice cream and can’t do without it even for a day.

3.    I love keeping shape and can not spare my body in a bit to achieving that, therefore, I run for miles on end, swim, dance for hours then finally use the sauna.

4.    I love my rock music. It keeps me when all else lets go.

5.    I love my privacy, my company and would love to see no one invade it.

6.    I love my series! Would watch it and not mind depriving myself of sleep, especially, romance, intrigue, action and drama.

7.    I so love to chew gum! So please be warned that when you get to meet me, you’d have to tolerate that about me.

8.    I love mixing my perfumes so no one will be none the wiser to what I’m actually using; same goes for my make-up, I mix like 4 lipsticks to get my desired colour and also my eye shadow, eyeliner, foundation and powder and still it just looks light, mild.

9.    I love to make my friends and everyone around me happy and I love to joke a lot, half of my discussions with friends are filled with jokes, can’t help it, I poke fun at them and love to see them smile.

10.I love spending time in your company, blogging, reading up your experiences, contributing, seeing you reply my comments, reply my mails, when you call me, I just love the smile that emanates from deep within, Your text messages just show me you think of me and care.

 I tag, Seye, Muyiwa, Rene, Yankeenaijababe, Afrobabe, Sylvia from across the hill,Kristla, Juanita , Michelle Bombshell-Alanta’s sexiest geek, Omotee, K-bloggers,(please add yourselves), the list goes on…….

Then I composed a poem that is at the moment untitled, I wrote it smiling. I haven’t smiled in a while so you can imagine, enjoy:

“Having no hope for relief,

    There you were,

      Was like coming up for fresh air-

         These feelings you’ve awoken,

            Buried and forgotten.

              What I feel?

                 Still hard to grasp.

                    You for real?

                      Still pondering.

                     Yet this urge to be close to you,

                        I will not quench.

                            Dare I say I’m a fool?

                              For you, I don’t mind

                                You’re like an wrapped up gift,

                                  Unwrapping you gives me so much pleasure,

                                    The discoveries, a sweet balm to my hungry                 heart                  

                                     And I know I haven’t gotten to the good part yet,

                                       You.

                                          I must say this:

                                             You intrigue me,

                                               I’m enjoying getting to know you;

                                                  I don’t mind going all the way.

Myne, what do you think? 

     

The AfterMATH....

I'm so sorry I haven't been frequent on blogsville for a while;
And to think I've not thanked everyone who voted for me on Naijastories! Mehn that contest really landed me in hot water with my boss and my health.
I've always just written exams and not cared whether there were votes or not so when it seemed like votes will determine the future of the results, I kinda froze on office work till oga had to tell me to choose! See me see wahala Oh.. So my overtime didn't count for anything in this my dire time of need and desperation abi? Oya  don't worry, you'd see me again come in for overtime.
As per my health,I fell ill and still am.My whole body hurts and I just never want to leave my bed..
I'm traveling tomorrow,I'd soon be leaving my present job for a better job but a very sensitive one at that.Some people are beginning to say I'm  far too young for it and single too, that I should get married before getting the appointment but as far as I'm concerned, if a man gets intimidated because of my status, then he really isn't the one.End of story.




You have no idea how happy I am to be receiving a copy of A HEART TO MEND by Myne Whitman, for free,knowing that I'm an 'awuf' chic to the core, it gladdens my heart to no end.
I'm happy I got as far as I did in this competition and I will continue but before I do, I want to thank the following people amongst others who took me there.
-Myne Whitman: I dey hail oh..
-Muyiwa-Limelite People- www.celebregion.com: Oga, I can't forget you naa..
-Seye Writes-www.seye.blogspot.com: hun hun lol..
-Yankeenaijababe-YNC Lounge: a friend after my heart
-BBB-madam who branded me a marketer lol.. Lol, chei! na wah..
-K-bloggers: Hmmm, your immediate support was wonderful,where's my cake?
-Waffarian-Omo, your support I tell you surpasses every oh.. 
-Bombshell-Atlanta's sexiest Geek-My 'gossip partner' you're the best!
-Sosexy-You,I reserve my words for a proper mail.
-Juanita-Thank you so much for uploading the WE ARE JOS banner and writing that post about Jos.Many thanks.
-F- you voted for me and you won! You've a spirit I want to emulate,I'm really touched too.Congrats baby!Welcome to WE ARE JOS.
-Sting-Dear dear, thank you for everything.
-Sassy Trends-Thank you so much for giving me the much needed support.
-Sylvia From Over The Hill- Thank you, Thank you so much.
I want to mention www.jobsfornaija.com, you are like a sister to me and you know that.Thank you so much for your support.

TENSED!!!

Not that I don’t have ideas to put down at this point in time but I’m just too tensed and stressed so I’d digress a bit.
I want to thank Seye of http://seye.blogspot.com for mentioning me on his blog; it was real sweet of him.
He’s a passionate guy: at least with his words; tales of him? For another day.
This contest on www.naijastories.com has me all wired up I sincerely hope it would come to an end with me as a winner of course (Lol), I simply do not know why I entered for the contest and I didn’t know I would get this far, but I hate losing and that means I keep pushing and all.
I was awake all night because I was feeling listless and my friend, TochUcool had to practically scream at me to go to bed (ofcourse, I didn’t listen to him but kept whining) He burnt the rice he was cooking cause of me. Don’t worry; I’d cook lots of pots for you when you return.
I’d do a proper post of all my friends when this is all over.

It’s been 10years since you passed away and I still can’t believe it. I deliberately skipped your memorial service as I wonder how life would have been had you still been here and I just can’t stand not having you here.
Still, I appreciate your memory and pray that the peace you stopped having 2yrs before you left is now in abundance cause, you deserve it. I love you and I always will. Without you, where would I be?

Now a friend of mine who works with MTN keeps sending me text messages. I find them interesting so I’ve saved all of them, No, most. Prior to her getting this job she wouldn’t call or text except when it’s absolutely important. Now, she calls you and is all pleasant about it. Now what is of interest to me is I think at the time these communication operators started, they gave their employees limitless call time (correct me if I’m wrong) Now they are all so stingy about it. I hear Glo doesn’t even give at all. (Correct me too if I’m wrong) I wonder what brought this on. They abused the privilege maybe?
These are the text messages:

1. Wateva u give a woman be prepared to receive sumtin biger out of it. Give her sperm and she wil give u a baby. Give her a house and she wil make it a home. Give her groceries n she wil give u a meal. Give her love n she will give her heart. She multiplies n enlarges wateva she is given so if u give her crap be ready to receive a ton of shit.
2. Husband koms 4rm church: greets his wife and lifts her up. He karies her around d house. D wife is so suprisd & asks ‘’did d pastor preach abt being romantic?’’ D husband sed ‘’ no, he sed we must kary our burdens & sorrows….lol.
3. Jet li has it but its short, Arnold Schwarzenegger has it but it’s long. Pope has it but doesn’t use it. Men pass it 2 women when they marry. What is it?
4. Ex Convict breaks into a house, ties up husband and wife. He jumps on wife, kisses her ear, and then runs to the bathroom. Husband whispers to wife ‘’satisfy him or he’ll kill us. I saw the way he kissed you, just be strong, I love you.’’ Wife replies, ‘’he didn’t kiss me; he whispered that he’s gay, he’s looking for Vaseline. I told him it’s in the bathroom. Please be strong, I love you’’
5. D GUILTY ARE ALWAYS AFRAID. Pastor:if dia’s nbody hia dat dos nt want dis couple 2b joined 2geda in holy matrimony, he or she should speak out now’ A man 4rm the end of the church stood up and walked 2wards the altar. As d bride saw d man comin closer, she fainted. D bridegroom & whole congregation wia in confusion. Wen d man got 2d front, d pastor asked, ‘’Y dnt u want dis pple 2b joined 2geda? Man: ‘’I cld nt hear ur voice clearly4rm d bak sir, so I decided 2com & tel u dat d speaker is faulty.

Okay, this is the much I can handle for this post and I think I feel so much better now.
Please keep uploading the WE ARE JOS banner on your blogs and sites. Don’t stop believing that I love you all.

SOME..

-Did you know that some fish do change sex automatically and naturally? Except cat-fish of course.

-Why is it that when someone says :’’ No offence’’ they then proceed to say something that offends or annoys you?

Have you ever thought of them saying:’’ Don’t take it the hard way’’ then say stuff to you that you just can’t swallow?

MAIN GIST:

I have this habit of not letting go of stuff that I love even when they’ve outlived their purpose.

For instance, I have this bra my mum got for me in 2002, purple in color with girlie designs; I’ve refused to throw this bra away. I just don’t keep it, like for keep sakes but I wear it. Did I just see your mouth open? Na you sabi, wetin concern me?

It has survived many boyfriend regimes and they all tell me they love the bra! Nway, those who actually know me do know don’t read my blog and even if they do, they won’t reconcile the two personalities together, Back to my main tory jare! I always digress and annoyingly so.

I remember one time when I went jogging wearing this favour. Bra, I felt a snap and suddenly my left side boob started ringing bell oh, almost slapped my face with the weight (Ehn? I’m busty, so??) That ended the jogging for that day, I got to my room and jejely tacked my bra.

I can’t count the number of times my mum has had to tack the bra for me till she has vowed not to touch anymore. I realized the other day while doing my laundry that it isn’t purple anymore, what is it now? Let me look at it, gimme a sec, yes, I’m wearing it, Una wait .Ok I really can’t say what color it’s heading towards. Woulda shown you but I have it on, so, another time, perhaps?

SERIOUS GIST:

I had a meeting to attend outside town, ‘was scheduled to see someone on behalf of WE ARE JOS,I had spent more than my budget so I couldn’t afford to lodge in an hotel for as long as I was supposed to but stayed at a male colleague’s whose also a close friend. I had none of the pressing worries of whether he’d pounce on me at night except that he did something else.

He wet the bed.

When I woke up (I sabi sleep deep) I was wet, haba! I touched my shorts and brought my fingers to my nose and... Iyama…! Urine! Of a 33year old man! When that of a child can be horrible imagine that of a grown man. I was so weak; I had to ask him how far? What’s up? He apologized and he’s been having some problems for a while, that he’s agitated. And so I thought in my mind: when you get married and are agitated, you’d pee on your wife abi? And to think he’s one bachelor so many chicks are pining for, Na wa!

Now people, what would make a man wet his bed? Is it psychological, spiritual or a weakness of the bladder? Just plain laziness and inability to get up or no reflexes? I have no idea. I‘d have to find out but if you do have an idea, do let me know because I’d like to help him out.

Thank you so much for supporting WE ARE JOS and for following. I love you all; Now and always. Please do visit http://helpnigeria.blogspot.com

OUR BANNER AND LOGO

Hey guys... we( WE ARE JOS) now have our banner.. Hmmm Yes we do!Created by our one and only Muyiwa of Limelight People- www.celebregion.com

We entreat you all to paste this banner on your blogs as well as your sites..

We'd really appreciate it if you do as this is the first step towards your active participation of WE ARE JOS.So for those who have been asking for what they can do, This is the first step.

The souls you reach out to by causing them to be remembered will cause the favour of God to shine on you and you'd also feel better and lighter in spirit.

Support WE ARE JOS by pasting our banner.Contact Muyiwa for the banner and contact Suru for the logo..

This is our Logo                                             
Many thanks.please visit http://helpnigeria.blogspot.com

GONE WITH JOS...

Since the WE ARE JOS project started, I’ve not had any reason to smile. I’ve been sad. Things that seemed so important to me have become mundane.
Some things, issues are so trivial that I wonder now why I bothered myself with them all these while, years even.
While some would say it’s done and nothing we can do except what you and some other people are doing, I can’t seem to let go.
I’ve lost my mojo for beauty tips, finding answers to living and style, relationships and so on.
It’s a phase (maybe), I hope. I’ll be back to give you the many tips I have in store for you.
Just let me get my groove back.
Nothing else.
I love you so very much.
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For Me,You and They..

What keeps you sane?
What motivates you?
What makes you happy?
What gives you satisfaction?
Is it enough?

What are deepest fears?
It’s been bad.
It’s been so scary.

What is the essence of living?
Why do we have dreams, hopes and aspirations?
Only to have these snuffed out in a day?

What makes you sleep well at night?
Do you still have a conscience?
Why would you take and not give?
What makes you feel you are far from the vicissitudes of life?
Why do you not care in the face of pain, misery and loss?

And yet here we all are;
Seeing, we see not;
Hearing, we choose not to;
Hearts shuttered, never caring;
Having a mind of their own.

It was me yesterday,
Them, today.
Whose will it be tomorrow?
Emptying the well of tears,
My job it has been all day
This dry parched land still hasn’t dried up this well of tears

Mopping the ground of blood
Their jobs it has been all day
Yet seems unnoticed since there’s a leak and blood keeps spilling

No rest
For the wicked and innocent
The ground is uneven with ugly shadows that lie beneath
I would go on
But I lack the courage
I am weak

So I look to you to support me
Will you?
Will you let down your guard?
Your inhibitions?
Just to support me?

If you would-
May He who still keeps me keep you
May the blessings of the grateful never leave you
Give me the support I need
So I can stand taller.

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LICENCE TO BLOG

I will be writing in general terms so I don’t err on both sides.
I once read on someone’s blog, that is in her reply to a comment to a post that she prefers blogging to facebook.She said it’s more peaceful, no controversy, (well, maybe less.)And I totally agree with her.
On facebook, when you update your status, your friends either comment asking the basis for the stat us, also they either send text messages or call you asking if you’re okay and all that.
Now, when blogging you maintain a certain mystery around your identity unless you so wish to make it known subsequently to whomsoever you choose or in your posts, well fine and good, all the better.
Most times, I read blogs, I notice the bloggers only let you know their first names or just their locations, where they’re from etc, (I’m thinking its part of the fun) but more often than not, you do not completely know who a blogger is no one had the right to question the identity of the blogger.
I’ve always thought the reason we blog is to write and do so in such a way as hold our readers’ interest, to communicate.
I’ve found reading blogs therapeutic. I love reading blogs, commenting..I don’t quite get the urge to write everyday, so I enjoy reading that of others.
Granted I’m new here, but I think what you choose to write in your post and in your blog is your business; if the story is a bit unreal, for Pete’s sakes, it’s all you! Some people have vivid imaginations and good for them, they write and to me, it’s just hilarious and I just enjoy it. No one should worry about the identity behind the writing (as far as it’s a tale and unless indicated otherwise, its fiction).When you should is when it is directed at you. Its petty albeit puerile to poke fun at the personality of a guy because he chooses to recount his stories and since he narrates his escapades, you think a normal guy can’t have that much fun,Lol, sorry, but some guys actually do and love to tell, so if you don’t like it, stop listening or reading.
There are different kinds of people and to them, different mannerisms. Some don’t take kindly to jokes intended to be good natured. Some a little bit more emotional than others, while others, simply do not care; But I believe the only place you can make pun should be as a comment to the actual person’s blog not on some other person’s blog and with some others
I so hate drama.
To Lady X,don’t get me wrong I’ve no beef with you and your reply to my comment, on the contrary, I loved your post: It was innocent and engaging actually learnt from it, and I’d be back, Lol,but I didn’t like when the comments went sideways, period!
To Naijabadboi (NBB), you know who you are okay? You also know why most people enjoy your posts? Keep doing what you’re doing and forget everything else.
Always here, I love you all
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IN YOUR FACE FOR JOS

In the face of this violence and mayhem, all they could do was watch as they lost all they had and have ever known.

         In my thoughts, I wonder what would actually be going on the head of these rescue teams assigned..the sacrilege is just too much.

                   Remember the village that was wiped out? yeah.. they were removed when they had started decaying, the twenty-two children who weren't spared and the wells that were stuffed with dead bodies.. Hmm. tell me, where did the survivors run to? where are they? Do you have an inkling to how they survive each day?

 

how long do you think this help, relief will continue without external help from you?me?us?how long?

PLEASE GIVE TO JOS!!!!

SAVE OUR SOUL-Message to the compassionte

Most times, life sucks and badly. Bad things happen through no fault of ours and when they do, we obviously turn to God for answers, when we get none; we wait on God and at the same time hope people around us would be our succor or our standby.
When you are a victim of circumstance, with no one to point accusing fingers at you, its so disheartening when you cannot get yourself back to the way you were or you can barely survive.
Do you know how hard it is to live? Survive? Be helpless? Never knowing where the next help or assistance will come from? People don’t remember you anymore, you’re of no significance. I tell you, it’s painful. I have lived through that, so I know. It’s a life you don’t wish on your worst enemy...
You are beginning to wonder where I’m going with this, yes? The issue is JOS!
Yes oh. So many people have lost all they have and are.(Including those who lost loved ones and those who died). Taking a look at the extent of devastation that occurred there is enough to make you know that nothing in this life is worth it except for you to live a good life and be there for person you meet. I know it might seem so far away to you, not your business? I mean,
what do you care? You neither know nor have anyone there, but what it comes down to is compassion.
Loads of Nigerians kept on talking about Haiti and the disaster that has befallen them and even participated in giving towards the Haiti rescue project (some still are) while decrying what was going on in Jos and praying to God to help Nigeria,Jos. When you spend time crying and condemning Nigeria, No one will make your country better for you except you! So, what are you going to do huh? Keep bemoaning your fate or do something?
I’m urging you, earnestly appealing to you to give towards those who were displaced during the Jos violence. No matter how little, it will be appreciated .Working class, student, and unemployed but with some backup, you can help.
Not to insinuate myself, my opinion and beliefs in to this topic, I have to say this is step towards making things good for Nigeria, If you’re truly patriotic as I know you all are, Let’s do this; we can Do it if we try. BE COMPASSIONATE, GIVE TO JOS. Lets raise this fund and help people whose and prayers blessings will be worth more than what you can ever hope for. Did I mention God’s approval and his favour? It will be in abundance.. I’m not from Jos (I’ve been asked that) but I’ve lived pain passed through something similar to this and God used givers to bless me so now, I feel their pain. You can do it without having to go through any disaster.. Bottom line, please please GIVE
If you’re interested in giving or need further information, Please send whatever concerns to:
Fit2bimi@yahoo.co.uk
P.S. A PERSON IS A PERSON NO MATTER HOW LITTLE

UNREQUINTED LOVE...MY ZEAL, MY FAILURE

 

Green as ever,

My memories of you

Light shining brighter

My love for you

Betrayals from you

Forgotten in a moment

Still, the fight

Not to let you see

Me continues.

Clock ticking

Showing how long I’ve been here

Blazing ever will my soul for you

Yet you ask why I’m this near you

It makes my efforts so hard

My emotions and thoughts, sad

My heart is brewing a storm

I need to drive my point home

Seasons come and go

Yet my communication with you is slow

Imagining you with me

Is all my efforts are capable of

Hotter than fire

Stronger than a storm

My devotion for you

You don’t see, do you?

Is it possible to wait?

When all has been said?

Even to the end of the road,

Very like the beginning

You held my counsel, love

You made me persevere

‘Be long suffering

Reality is presiding

At the head of the table

Showing me different sides of a coin

The bottle is upturned

Showing the level of despair

The days gone by unnoticed

The heart withering

Absence of life…

Yearnings of a lost soul struggling to be heard and thus, found.

WHALE OR MERMAID !!!!

Recently, in a large city in Australia ,
a poster featuring a young, thin and tan woman appeared in the window of a gym.
It said, "This summer, do you want to be a mermaid or a whale?"

A middle-aged woman, whose physical characteristics did not match those of the woman on the poster, responded publicly to the question posed by the gym.

To Whom It May Concern,
Whales are always surrounded by friends (dolphins, sea lions, curious humans.)
They have an active sex life, get pregnant and have adorable baby whales.
They have a wonderful time with dolphins stuffing themselves with shrimp.
They play and swim in the seas, seeing wonderful places like Patagonia,
the Bering Sea and the coral reefs of Polynesia .Whales are wonderful singers and have even recorded CDs. They are incredible creatures and virtually have no predators other than humans. They are loved, protected and admired by almost everyone in the world.

Mermaids don't exist.
If they did exist, they would be lining up outside the offices of Argentinean psychoanalysts due to identity crisis. Fish or human? They don't have a sex life
because they kill men who get close to them, not to mention how could they have sex?
Just look at them ... where is IT? Therefore, they don't have kids either.
Not to mention, who wants to get close to a girl who smells like a fish store?

The choice is perfectly clear to me: I want to be a whale.
P..S. We are in an age when media puts into our heads the idea that only skinny people are beautiful, but I prefer to enjoy an ice cream with my kids, a good dinner with a man who makes me shiver, and a piece of chocolate with my friends.

With time, we gain weight because we accumulate so much information and wisdom in our heads that when there is no more room, it distributes out to the rest of our bodies.. So we aren't heavy, we are enormously cultured, educated and happy.
Beginning today, when I look at my butt in the mirror I will think, ¨Good grief, look how smart I am!¨


Hi guys, you must be wondering at the diversion this time from my usual way of writing.. I visit a particular blog everyday because I find the author’s piece daily therapeutic. She’s one of the oldest bloggers ever! In age and all. I have come to know, love and respect her. She’s Sylvia from over the hill . I encourage you to pay her a visit. At first, you might find it a bit dull; No, don’t, continue, You’d love her. That said, I got this from her and asked her permission to reprint this, she readily gave her permission. Hope you loved it?
Love you all.

CRAZY BAD VAL DAY..

I had the worst Val day ever.. It was kind of something that I had expected; but since I wasn’t looking forward to it, I didn’t know that all the stuff; goings-on of Val will affect me. I made sure of that by extricating myself from any cobweb. Still, it found me where I was hiding.
I received a call from a guy who I was dated and had agreed with to date again... Remember the guy I mentioned in I’M EVOLVING? Yeah, that one, the boyfriend/relationship that I wasn’t feeling? The guy called to tell me this; I think its better I relay the conversation as it took place:

Guy: Hey what’s up? How you?

Me: I’m ok, Happy Val, so you finally called. How far?
Guy: I’m good.

Me: How’s work? Life? What are you doing for Val?

Guy: Well, see, there’s something that I need to discuss with you.. Thing is the reason why I’ve been distant and not acting like the man in your life is I don’t think I can marry you.(sighs)

Guy: Are you there? Hello?

Me: I’m here, go on.

Guy: Yeah, I can’t marry like I told you and thing is when I’m ready, You won’t even be among those I’d choose. Just thought I told you so that you don’t keep waiting you know.. I care enough about you to disappoint you.. We are friends first before any other thing. Sorry.

You all don’t know me but since I’ve gotten a lot of stabs on the back, I never let my enemy(yes, that’s what he is now) know when he /she has hurt me. In fact, that’s when I’m most playful and jovial..So,I ask this fool why at least for posterity sake he can’t even consider me for marriage. He says:

Guy: You’re not pretty, you’re beautiful, and you know it and you’re fun to be with (I give him the “fuck you” finger through the phone)But the thing is your too intelligent, successful and assertive for my liking, We’d always be quarrel and I can’t stand it.. One day, because I know myself, I’d wake up, pack a single bag and you’d never see me.

Me: So that’s all?

When he said that was it, I heaved a sigh of relief. ‘Cause this is someone I barely bug. I’m too busy with work to do the normal things chics to with guys they say they’re dating. Besides, I wasn’t feeling anything so what the heck? In my heart, I said screw him, Good riddance
To bad rubbish..Mcheeew.. But somehow, I was hurt, I mean, I always get to be the one to give reasons why I don’t want to settle down with a particular guy, and now someone was dishing out to me? And for the wrong reasons for that matter..
Mehn fuck and fuck guys, ladies who screw with peoples emotions without a thought for the next person..
I hope you get your medicine. So, I’m free, I wasn’t in bondage but at least one suitor to be off my hand. .God is sure deleting the garbage and is gradually leading me towards the right person.
I also had serious calls from two exs and we each stayed on the phone chatting away, Like me, they didn’t have any special people (No be by force).
How did yours go? The truth! Not a purified or edited version, I’m sure someone else’s Val was as crazy or silly as mine.. Talk, we dissect am jare, nothing do you.

PS.Special thanks to fragile looks, writefreak,myne Whitman, Sylvia from across the hill, Reformed slut, akaBagucci, naijaprincess234, AJ, BBB and Mwajim Al for taking out the time to offer me this advice.. I’m so honored you all..
Remain blessed you all, as always, I love you.

HELP....

People, for once I do not have the answers .Maybe ‘cause this involves me and it is in the now. Right now, I’m a confused person and I certainly do not want to make any mistakes as I’m too close to this and my heart is involved. You my people are on the outside. Tell me what you see.

I met this wonderful guy through mutual friends who wanted us to stop brooding, go out and have fun. He’d lived all his life in London but wanted to relocate to Nigeria. I was disgruntled with Nigeria and was making plans to travel for my masters. Anyway we met and decided we liked each other and actually wanted a quiet relationship.We had dreams, a good life, good job and subsequently, God willing, marriage.

He got a job and I was so happy for him but he had to go back to London. He had an operation to undergo plus he had to sell off his house, car, pay off his bills, tidy up and then come back to resume at his new place of work

So we planned together including how we would stay together when he came back all in the spirit of making serious commitments to each other. I had to go back to my work station as I was on vacation when we met and we started conversing through phone calls and text messages.
Anyway, the night before he was billed to travel, since I couldn’t leave my work station, we planned to talk that night, make plans and all. At 9pm, his number stopped going through and I assumed he needed time to discuss with his mum, take care of family, and put finishing touches to his packing before having time to speak with me on the phone.

I waited, kept waiting and still kept trying his number till I went berserk but still believed there was an explanation. My friends were in disbelief as we thought that certainly before his 10am flight he’d at least call me to say, ‘B’ or “the law” as he calls me, I’m leaving.
I wait tire. No show. Well, it dawned on me that my guy wasn’t going to call me. I broke down and cried bitterly. I was hurt, I screamed. I wanted to die. It just wasn’t happening to me again. This heartbreak? I couldn’t believe.
I rushed to the café since my network wasn’t working and sent a mail of 3 pages to him accusing him for hurting me and demanding an explanation only for the mail to be sent back to me that the address does not exist.

I died and woke up. My heart died. My spirit died. I lost whatever capacity to feel anything for anyone. I was recovering from heartbreak and now this? I searched for him through the friends who hooked us up, they had no answers. You see we had just met and it was a new relationship, I didn’t know much about him except what he told me. I searched and asked mutual friends in the Uk about him but no one had a clue as to who or where he was. He was like a phantom, and I, a joke.
I kept trying his number intermittedly for 8months. And then, today, this very morning, while at work, I was scrolling down an old phone and came across an old text he sent to me; I hissed.. I wanted to delete the text, number, everything about him and then deciding to punish myself one more time, I called the number.

The phone rang.
It rang my people, It rang. kept ringing. At first, I thought I was imagining it and I used my other line to call him and it still rang but no answer. I screamed! I didn’t know what to think so I called a close friend of mine and told her. She was so shocked she was speechless. As soon as I ended the call with my with my girlfriend, he called asking who it was that called him that he didn’t know who had the number. I was incoherent that I stuttered but in the end I asked if this was him, he said yes I identified myself and he said “oh, the law, what’s up? How did you get to know I was back?”.
I cringed. I told him to get out and I cut the phone on him.
He called me and said that he could explain, and asked how I was, where was I?.I kept dissing him and told him to free my line that his voice was grating on my ears then he said ok, that he’d call back later.
I could not contain myself so I sent him some pretty nasty text messages and he replied, Here are some of his replies.
-“U don’t need 2 go on like that b,dere is a good explanation for all this,luv…I swear ‘ve tried 2 locate you and I didn’t have your number…pls cl me ASAP. I really I’m happy 2 hear from you again”
-Just got bac from d uk b… Dere is no need for all this babes.. like I told you, I was gonna return bac 2 9ja b4 d year ends lost my handset but still deleted my sim and all my contact were on the phone luv…so pls stop all dis and lets talk..booooy, I missed you.

Anyway, when I finally took his call ,he kept apologizing for not telling me that he was going to leave at night not day and that as for the email, it was hotmail,not aol(but I was really sure he said aol).Finally that he’s been in 9ja since January, the first week even and had called our friends to ask of my number and was told that they had lost my contact..(my girlfriend told me to verify that.) He said he kept wishing that since he still had his sim that I’d just call one day. He said he wants to see me and that I should stop being mad at him about the past, since he can only keep saying sorry and that wont achieve anything, He suggested we go on with the future.
I haven’t been myself, the whole of today.. It’s been crazy. We even spoke through the night.. Catching up.. but I don’t know..
I’m confused-this is me 2cute4u, confused and in my heart, I’ve forgiven him but should I give him a chance?whatdaya think?

WHY

Hello, I have this burning need to spill these questions, sometimes, life is just so complex yet simple attimes.These are my whys”:
-Why did my parents ever give me this strange name? That way, when I introduce myself, I have to endure the questions people ask?
Why oh why do I have these hips and backside? Forget my boobs, the bigger, the better.
Why can’t men, guys just be friends with chics? They must want something more? Really annoying!
Why is it that I only want to write when I’m sad? Write poems when I’m absolutely in despair and so hurt I can feel my guts spilling out?
Why do ladies believe the lies men tell?
Why must the introduction of sex in to a relationship turn the situation messy?
Why must guys say “Baby, I’m coming” during a sex interlude?
Why are ladies each other’s enemy?
Why is it so easy for a guy not to commit to a relationship yet so easy, typical for chics to be slaves to their relationships?
Why must ladies cross their legs or be expected to have a certain way of sitting properly? Does it matter?
Why must ladies be expected to perform house chores? Can’t the guy do the house chores as well? No inhibitions?
Why is it that when a lady is friendly and nice to a guy, He always thinks she is so into him?
Why can’t my mum stop poking her nose into my business?
Why is it that wristwatches don’t last on my wrist? They always stop functioning?
Why do guys stop loving-Just like that?
Why are some chics prettier and sexier than some others?
Why do I hate men?
Why is it that I can’t stop thinking of ways to punish those who have wronged me?
Why don’t I smile often nor am I happy but always despondent?
Why does life have to suck this much?
Why is it that the men I get to love don’t love me back?
This is out of a burning need to understand certain puzzles that I, on my own, have not been able to decipher. I love life to be simple enough to be understood even by me.. When this doesn’t go as it should, I try to solve it. Thus far, I haven’t been able to solve these ‘Ys’ that I have encountered in my life.

I'M EVOLVING...

I love writing, I really do.I've been told my writing is okay,Could be better,even good, ;been told I should extend my limits.. whatever that means.. 
Now,I move  in circles that reqire me to be in daily contact with good writers,some gifted; some execellent and they all share a common trait. They more often than not,will not help you develop your writing skills;What they do?  Oh they'd point out your faults, make you feel you're grasping at straws and at that point when you need guidance or should say redemption?,They leave you hanging.. 
 They'd give you a piece they worked on while they were still nobodies just to let you know that even then, you are no match to them and that you are way out of your league.
  I've seen them, I've seen them all..
Poets?Give a gifted poet your work to go over.. give you a candid opinion?You know what he does? He  gives you his piece to show you that he can think deeper and in that deep thinking,is creative enough to as to put those words  together in such a way as to appeal even to you thus making you feel awe, yet silly for ever thinking you could be a poet.
  They are all selfish egoistic bastards!
Look,I don't care what you say... This my blog;You either love me or hate me; Acknowledge me or ignore me.. either way,I'd still be me.. 
My blog is all about giving you tips,remedies,solutions, answers to whatever ails you,be able to talk about anything.But I've discovered that I cannot conform myself and my wrting to my original concept... I have to diversify.I'm evolving.. So, yeah evolve with me.. You're not lost;You're still in the right place- FREE ANSWERS TO YOUR QUESTIONS.
I just got in to this new relationship.(I've not had one in a while) And I'm actually rough around the edges.I find that the excitement I used to feel way back about being in " something new",I no longer have it.He's an extremely busy person and so am I ,even more so.
  The truth?I just don't know what to do anymore.. I don't even know how to act with a man!Surprised ?! I? A woman?cannot handle a man?A laugh right? I wonder if I'm capable of feeling anything..I just guess I should give it time.
    Today,I just want to feel sorry for myself,nag,complain.. Guess I'm feeling a lil disatisfied with life.. Why?Bites me.
My boss owes me lots of arrears of salary and now he seems to have gotten it into his head to pay me in bits and pieces! On facebook,while my friends herald their status updates with expectation of a paycheck or actual celebration of getting a paycheck, I sink deeper into debt and in the realisation that even my arrears might not be paid.. 
My boss has a mistress.Everyday we make money and I just don't know how that lady gets to know when we make money;not only that she brings her folks...Suffice it to say my boss is the breadwinner of that family.
   That brings me to a close friend of mine,He works under a private entepreneur who also shares the same indiscipline as my boss. Now this wonderful friend of mine is an engineer.His boss gets contracts,gets paid for it but squanders the money and hasn't paid his employees for months. My friend barely has a job and to make matters worse,he's just been evicted from his apartment.
He had to distribute his household property to the homes of friends who agreed to acomodate his things. (you know not all friends will help you out) and now he's squatting . I forgot to tell you that his car is at the mechanic's.. Please pray for him on my behalf.. Just help me pray...
 Beside my office is an eatry,a restaurant that half the coporate world around the vicinity where I work,patronise-I always go there.. Why? Hey you don't know.. Just don't assume right now okay?I'd let you know in my next post. Plus expect in my next blog,to know  5 MORE THINGS YOU CAN DO WITH HONEY...
keep a date with me will ya?.. love you all.. 
peace.

WISHES 2

continued from last post;
Even my chykers sent without my asking.Now?For where?!Nw I can't even dream of it-It's like I'm dumb or No, that's not it,It's a fruitless attempt asking-The frowns,excuses,insults even,I've advised myself to work harder,make my own money.Na wa!
-I wish I was younger- I had loads of admirers,In school I was so hot, outside, I effortlessly held my own- friends used me to boast-My phones rang ceaselessly.Now?How many chykers do I have?I can count them off on my fingers and they're unserious at that.Every now and then,I have to give them a reminder call that "i'm still here oh" Chei!my own don finish!
-I used to have a killer shape, now I have to work so hard to keep it and intermittedly,I lose it or God smiles on me and I lose some pounds but I have to work so hard at it, damn!
-I just wish that when a friend 's getting married they'd just stop gloating over it;It pisses me off!
We know you're getting married, leave us spinsters in peace!Haba!Time was when I used to be able to eat and drink at weddings without having constipation,Now, I don't get covert glances but glares like... " when will it be your turn?it's your mates wedding that you're eating like a glutton"
The anties and uncles don't help matters,After the initial pleasantries, then straight to the point "when are we coming?"The pressure is just too much!please they should leave me alone!Did I tell you my dad banned me from sewing "aso-ebi"?That half my boxes were filled with such clothes?He also banned me from going to weddings, saying,I'm now a familiar face at weddings ,hence I rarely attend weddings-hmm!only me!
   I could write a book on my wishes..my wouldas,couldas and should have 'beens'. spanning to 1st,2nd and 3rd editions-but what do you wish for?Tell me yours, I'm sure they're not as silly as mine.. 
Peace.

WISHES

Never gave a thought to that addage  "Be careful for what you wish for or you may........"Well, whatever,'can't remember it all. Fill in the blank spaces.. 

   Okay here it goes..

-I wish I was 18years old again and a fresh man,.. *wink wink*.....(batting my eyelashes)

-I wish I never lost my virginity then I could proudly tell my husband to- be that I'm a virgin and he'd value me ,love me more(Eyes rolling), I know!

- Wish I could go back 6years in my life, then I'd use less make-up than I do now,which I do to cover up the imperfections and agelines(lol), Couple of years back, I made up to look older.Now, I gotta or I'd just cause accidents with my ugliness.

-I wish guys will stop asking me how old I am!You know all about people hookup?phone talk?,internet chat?,aha!all those getting to know each other gist.. well when I'm asked,I simply say I'm in my 20's and these guys are not just satisfied!What?they just want to hear me say it?Please!It's bad enough that I'm dangerously approaching 30 and that my biological clock's ticking, but to dwell on it?remind me?Take me back there?That's plain torture!

-I wish that I was still a student an didn't have to work for money.Then,all I needed to do was ask my folks, uncles,aunts,family friends even chykers