tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68823048365010253092024-03-15T18:10:03.396-07:00Matters of the MindEverything the mind ponders...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17362878253270544280noreply@blogger.comBlogger50125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882304836501025309.post-22933256897816801172013-10-19T08:34:00.000-07:002013-10-19T08:34:09.288-07:00THE SEVEN SINS<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="line-height: 21px; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: xx-small;">Mohandas K. Gandhi (1869-1948), political and spiritual leader of India. </span></span></div>
<br style="font-family: 'PT Sans', Verdana, Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><em style="font-family: 'PT Sans', Verdana, Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">“Seven social sins: politics without principles, wealth without work, pleasure without conscience, knowledge without character, commerce without morality, science without humanity, and worship without sacrifice."</em>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17362878253270544280noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882304836501025309.post-80121341381470779652013-10-08T00:38:00.000-07:002013-10-08T00:51:04.511-07:00One Man's Dream - A Success Story<div class="MsoNormal">
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the finances – accepted, others it’s about impact, influence and career
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<span style="font-family: "Century","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">This is a short note one someone I respect in the NGO line
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<span style="font-family: Century, serif; font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">I’ve known him to in the charity line for a while and
finally seeing him achieve his dreams puts a smile on my face. I believe achieving
dreams </span></span><span style="font-family: Century, serif;"><span style="line-height: 17.77777862548828px;">shouldn't</span></span><span style="font-family: Century, serif; font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"> start and end when we think of the fame it will bring or the
increase in finances; though important, societal impact is also a big one.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Congratulations to Matthew and his team, looking forward to
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<span style="font-family: "Century","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“I Started in 2005 to work with Orphanages in Africa having
been invited to join Link A Child in Nigeria for one of their projects. 8 Years
down the line, having worked with Orphanages acros Africa I am finally able to
realise a dream and the goal I set back then: To have my own Orphanage where I
could commit my Life to ensure that these fantastic children get the most happy
and fulfilling life possible with a good education behind them. When I moved
back to Africa over 10 years ago as a spoiled, selfish, Irresponsible and
immature kid I never thought I would be able to get this passion for others but
I have to thank my friends especially in Nigeria who stood by me even when I
didnt deserve it and helped me grow as a person and humanbeing. The list of
friends (That are more my Family than just friends) are too long to mention
stretching from Scandinavia to my peeps in Especially Nigeria, Ghana and South
Africa. Thank you all for always being there for me and getting me to where I
am today. The Mensah Living Water Children Centre in Arusha, Tanzania, will
officially open in November after we have taken al the children on their first
ever Holiday while we finish the last part of the buildings, Water bore hole,
Children play ground etc.. Thanks again to ALL my friends Old and new and to
God be the Glory”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17362878253270544280noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882304836501025309.post-77488226528134632322012-09-11T03:51:00.003-07:002012-09-11T03:51:46.444-07:00Most People<br />
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Most people don't care enough to make a difference.</div>
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Most people aren't going to buy that new thing you're selling.</div>
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Most people are afraid to take action.</div>
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Most people are too self-involved to do the generous work you're hoping for.</div>
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Most people think they can't afford it.</div>
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Most people won't talk about it.</div>
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Most people aren't going to read what you wrote.</div>
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Fortunately, you're not most people. Neither are your best customers.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17362878253270544280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882304836501025309.post-56352128727969011402012-06-24T07:13:00.001-07:002012-10-15T02:05:30.284-07:00The bell …The sound of the bell<br />
That sound of awkwardness<br />
The fright it sends down my veins<br />
Of joy, fear, presumptions and guilt<br />
Joy of good tidings set for reap<br />
Fear of evil burgeoning<br />
Presumption of superstitions foretold.<br />
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Guilt of sins past.<br />
The bell cries out loud<br />
Roars even into the darkest parts;<br />
Into the wood and beneath the deep pool<br />
There’s only few and one thing<br />
That separates the bell from me<br />
The Walls;<br />
The walls high and mighty<br />
The walls so strong yet fragile<br />
The walls built to keep me safe<br />
But no, here they come falling flat.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17362878253270544280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882304836501025309.post-61198274251609000082012-06-24T07:11:00.001-07:002012-06-24T07:11:04.589-07:00Forget about goodForget about good
Good is a known quantity
Good is what we all agree on
As long as you stick to good,
You’ll never have real growth
Bruce Mau, DesignerAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17362878253270544280noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882304836501025309.post-56626347003480840002012-05-29T09:30:00.001-07:002012-05-29T09:30:18.337-07:00These Women ...These women
Their shoes are maxi-high
Their lips are full-on red
Their bags and dresses fit
And match like the perfect sky
But their attitudes, oh their attitudes
Their attitude roar like a roll of thunder.
These women
They laugh, smile and gaze
Like it's all little, casual yet
So small; they call shots and spots
As if they mean harm and no more, nothing extra
These women
They desire neither acquire
No remorse because after all
They are women.
(c) Adeola OjedokunAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17362878253270544280noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882304836501025309.post-5579576205290581432012-05-29T09:05:00.000-07:002012-05-29T09:05:01.609-07:00Am I?Am I?
Am I reading this?
Am I digesting every bit
Of these words
Or just looking through and counting letters?
Am I?
Am I giving proper attention to these sayings
Or just hearing sounds of it?
Am I finding reason and understanding
To these sentences or am just walking that
Part of acceptance - that part that believes words
Are sinking in with meaning but rather the lack of it
Am I?
Am I going to stop
These other side-thoughts
So I can concentrate on the
Rewards this readings will yield?
Am I?
Am I seeking solution and comfort
Or attracting More harm with my worries
And believes - Am I?
(C) Adeola OjedokunAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17362878253270544280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882304836501025309.post-71801668847475236932011-04-20T08:50:00.000-07:002011-04-20T08:50:52.252-07:00FELA in The Life House All Week and Weekend Long!For the rest of this week the entire Life House family and friends celebrate the legend, Fela Kuti and the historic arrival of the acclaimed Broadway show FELA! in Lagos.<br />
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The Life House shall host a mini-festival which will feature an art exhibition, film screenings, book readings, open-mic session, poetry and a couple of live musical performances.<br />
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FELA IN THE LIFE HOUSE – a mini-festival inspired by FELA! in Lagos from 19-24th April 2011<br />
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Wednesday 20th April - ART EXHIBITION <br />
"Art of Rebellion”: An art exhibition featuring works by acclaimed graphic artists, Lemi Ghariokwu and Weyinmi Atigbi. <br />
Gallery open daily (except Mondays) <br />
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Wednesday 20th April - LISTENING SOIREE <br />
In the ambience of The Life House patio and lounge, enjoy “Unknown Fela” for one night only. We’ll be playing unreleased and less known songs from Fela’s oeuvre. Groove.Chill.Ponder. From 7pm <br />
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Thursday 21st April - FILM SCREENING <br />
Film club Reel Life will screen 2 great films about Afrobeat as part of the mini-festival – “Music is the Weapon" and<br />
"Ginger Baker in Africa". Don’t miss this. Film starts at 7.30pm. <br />
Reel Life Film Club screens world, classic and alternative films and documentaries every Thursday evening. To join Reel Life Film Club please send email to reelifehouse@gmail.com <br />
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Friday 22nd April - READINGS, POETRY ,OPEN-MIC SESSION, HAPPY HOUR <br />
The Fire Dance Readings by Sola Olorunyomi .<br />
Starts at 5pm sharp <br />
Sola Olorunyomi is the distinguished author of “Afrobeat! Fela and the Imagined Continent”. <br />
This will be followed by an open-mic session of poetry, spoken word and acoustic music. Guests are encouraged to share their talents and inspirations to an afrobeat twist. <br />
Open mic session starts at 7pm as does the cafe’s Happy Hour so come one come all!<br />
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Saturday 23rd April - WURA SAMBA LIVE CONCERT <br />
Tribute Afrobeat Jam Session featuring the wondrously mesmerizing percussionist Wura Samba with his band.<br />
Experience this special concert and the art of percussive afrobeats as interpreted by Wura Samba. We look forward to sharing this wonderful artist with you. Gate:N1000 <br />
Time: 7pm <br />
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Sunday 24th April - LIVE REHEARSAL AND KARAOKE <br />
We will reenact an afrobeat session Rehearsal with The Life House house band and in true TOCATINA spontaneous<br />
style incorporate the audience culminating in a Karaoke Sing Along session. This will end our festival tribute to Fela<br />
and this is for everybody and absolutely free. If you love to sing, mime or just have fun then look no further. <br />
Time: 6pm <br />
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Go, Enjoy!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17362878253270544280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882304836501025309.post-49524538121413868962011-04-18T08:43:00.000-07:002011-04-18T08:43:16.581-07:00Writing is a PerformanceQuote of the day:<br />
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" The first and perhaps the most important requirement for a successful writing performance—and writing is a performance, like singing an aria or dancing a jig—is to understand the nature of the occasion". STEPHEN GREENBLATT<br />
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Picture courtesy: leloveimage.blogspot.comAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17362878253270544280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882304836501025309.post-36256788949156691432011-04-11T00:23:00.000-07:002011-04-11T00:23:48.974-07:00My New Alternative To WorryMy new alternative to worry is meditation and so far it has been exceedingly benefiting. I learnt about meditation few days ago during which my worry status was killing me...i worried about everything and nothing but now that's like half way solved because I meditate.<br />
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I found out that the same amount spent on worrying over one's problem is exactly the same as the one used in meditating over the word of God or over nothing. <br />
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Well, it's simple, I notice I've become too emotional lately..as in, too damn emotional especially about personal stuff and fashion(great fashion content, piece, item, idea, etc simply blows my mind off beyond the sky). I get so emotional to the extent that I feel the shivers in my veins. I feel so concerned, involved (I guess that's called empathy) about everything, why? I ask myself.<br />
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I sure need answers, but where, from who, myself? <br />
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Still searching but while at it I have this strong feeling I'm transcending into someone else or something entirely different from what I am presently. Thoughts like "am I turning into another being, say a vampire (..and that's what happens when you've seen seasons 1& 2 of vampire dairies) but then, it all started before I spent a whole weekend watching Vampire Dairies (nice movie btw).<br />
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I am confused, messed up, wandering, asking questions, thinking...errm, errmm, okay let me say I'm just too EMOTIONAL.<br />
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*Hold up*..Let me Google emotions....Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17362878253270544280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882304836501025309.post-54105405607100006552011-04-08T07:53:00.000-07:002011-04-08T07:53:58.379-07:00Really... I Don't Have a TitleI know this isn’t right or perhaps selfish of me, I’ve left this blog alone for too long considering that I started here first after which I started - http://debuzzevents.blogspot.com/ but I think from this moment forth I’ll blog more often I shall truly bear every bit of my inner most burdens…well, I will, I should….so be it. <br />
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I shall share every bit, nothing held back: my silly thoughts about people around me, about the guy that thinks he’s so fantastic (can I just get off this word btw), that lady that thinks she’s got it all but it appears all belongs to her husband, my mind that keeps worrying about that tall, fit, fair complexioned, cute guy around my office and billions of other thoughts.<br />
This blog shall now truly bear all my thoughts, my rants (good, bad and ugly too) and maybe thoughts in people’s head…yes! I hear others thoughts too.<br />
*just kidding*<br />
No I’m NOT!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17362878253270544280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882304836501025309.post-6164556561793717832011-01-19T05:29:00.000-08:002011-01-19T05:29:38.971-08:00PictureThe sun is gone<br />
The mist is here<br />
I search for long, now I found the right picture.<br />
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I was always my own<br />
Till u spilled the seal of fortune on me<br />
Just so I could be yours<br />
Away I flee<br />
You shared so much fun with me<br />
You struggled to make your point<br />
Even when they felt so pure<br />
I still felt insecure<br />
Not for the words<br />
But for faults I dread to restore<br />
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Please pardon my silly thoughts and <br />
Free your breathing aids<br />
See yourself soar,<br />
See yourself soar with no halt<br />
Taste the broth and realize<br />
I have long lost my peace to dual<br />
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I let it out long ago<br />
I let it out to the breeze<br />
Though it hummed my heart like a hide of honeybees <br />
I still let it be<br />
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I reached back into the wild <br />
And recalled the colour of your hair<br />
The smell of your hair<br />
That makes me want to err <br />
Everything I've ever heard<br />
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You freed my heart<br />
Set my mind on fire<br />
I restricted though<br />
But you kept on instead<br />
I fought, I lust but after all<br />
Gave up<br />
Though you felt injured<br />
Screamed out into the future<br />
I didn’t take it to be a feature<br />
But with seldom tick-tuck I claimed my freedom.<br />
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With much effort you tried to work us<br />
In and out you tried<br />
But each time I cut u short<br />
Not that I meant to be tough<br />
Just that I had lots of nightmares yet to become hot dreams<br />
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I see in the long distance<br />
Pictures of you and I <br />
Just for the while it ran<br />
After which we transformed<br />
You left with no concern<br />
No care nor farewell<br />
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Now I realize your sweetness<br />
The fairness of your truthfulness<br />
I see the glow in your eyes<br />
The sincerity in your brown eyes<br />
Saying lots with little expression<br />
God, how I love those eyes.<br />
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You saw me meander by circumstance<br />
You took me and led me towards fun<br />
Fun, which u call the essence of life<br />
I do not believe we met by chance<br />
But nature as they say, worked out our destiny.<br />
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I scream,<br />
Loudly scream to myself<br />
That you and me<br />
Will always be a dream<br />
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The sun has gone<br />
The moon is here<br />
The time has come <br />
For me to bare<br />
But you will <br />
Always be here<br />
Here, within my air.<br />
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(C)Adeola Ojedokun 2011Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17362878253270544280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882304836501025309.post-65639995949639817962010-11-29T23:28:00.000-08:002010-11-29T23:33:17.066-08:00A Beautiful Morning FocusSo earlier this morning I was thinking about 'Focus'. Yeah, focus as in the power of concentration, the ability to remain not just determined to a dream but one that maintains your focus on the dream.<br /><br />Even though I was late for work something in me just made me pause for a while to stare diligently at the charming blue sky for some time right there inside my compound. However, I noticed two amazing things that so far has come to be of great positive impact to my once bothered mind. Here:<br /><br />(1) First I noticed a bird flying high up in the sky, I stared at it for a while; I watched it fly forth, backwards, in circles and downwards, I enjoyed the whole sight.<br /><br />(2) Then suddenly I noticed very tiny flies flying in circles or say clusters few metres away from my eyes, I took a quick glance at the flies then returned to the bird. I did that 2,3 times after which I found the little flies interesting and thought to just take few seconds to notice them proper. I did. But when I returned to my main focus - the bird- it was gone.<br /><br />I was sad, I felt I just lost something tangible. I felt I lost a major substance, deal or even if I may say, project. It however seemed like a coincidence because yesterday night I was pondering deeply on a serious issue which needed fast intervention. And this morning I found a perfect illustration that gave me a clear answer to my list of questions/worries.<br /><br />See?<br /><br />Lesson learnt: Because we (humans) bother alot about the little things that really do not matter we end up forgetting the very tangible and needful that need our most concerns. <br />So here it is, FOCUS ON THE NEEDFUL, THE IMPORTANT AND SEE THE TINY WORRIES HANDLE THEMSELVES.<br /><br />Good morning and enjoy a beautiful day.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17362878253270544280noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882304836501025309.post-42972707569815522042010-11-03T04:53:00.000-07:002010-11-03T04:58:00.838-07:00I See You...I see u<br />I see us<br /><br />I see u <br />I see more of us<br /><br />I look at you<br />And it seems like 2mao will<br />Never come<br /><br />Each day<br /><br />I pray<br />I seek <br />I search<br />For a day when <br />I'll never have to let you go<br />Cos without you<br />Life is empty<br /><br />Come, come to me my dear<br />Look at me, look into my eyes<br />My beloved<br />Dont just say you love me<br />Show you love me<br /><br />Listen, listen my love<br />Hear the sounds of my heart<br />Again listen to the love beats Reveling in my heart<br /><br />Listen to my heart say....<br /><br />Me u, us two, now and always.<br /><br />Well, do u believe my heart?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17362878253270544280noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882304836501025309.post-28331571110580427802010-11-03T03:10:00.000-07:002010-11-03T03:19:04.725-07:00How to seduce a Cancer maleOkay, a friend sent this to me and I thought I should share perhaps there're few people like her that are interested in seducing..dating a cancer male.Here, good luck.<br /><br />You meet this guy and you think “wow he is so nice”. You might hear him in the supermarket say “love you too mom”, as he hangs up his cell phone. A Cancer male is sensitive and caring man wrapped up in a manly package. Getting him is not as easy as one would think. Think of your favorite romantic comedy and apply it here. There are high points and a few low points then some reassuring and proving your love. Once you have a Cancer he is yours. A Cancerian man will never hurt the one he loves. He is truly compassionate, warm, funny and cares about everyone and everything. That is something that comes natural to a Cancer. From saving the earth to finding that stray pup a home; they want the world to be a wonderful and safe place. Cancers like safe and traditional. They need to feel that you will stand by him through it all. When he comes home to you he needs to feel that he is safe at home and nothing can get him. Home is a natural environment for a Cancer. They love spending time there with their mate having a good dinner and watching a good movie. Make him feel safe and everything is yours. They need reassurance that things are right. The need for reassurance often causes a Cancer male to be very shy and introverted to begin with. You may have to make the first move and ask him out. Simple and traditional is the way to go. Extra points if you invite him home for dinner for a Cancer loves home cooked meals. They love all things homemade from food to the little heart you might draw over the letter “i” on a love note. They need to know you care and you are just as committed as they are. The first date should be full of questions about him and his past. He loves his childhood and his family and would love to share every story with you. He likes to be touched so do it every chance you get. Cancers are ruled by the moon, they will appreciate your understanding and compassion. Once they feel your compassion and know it is genuine, his pants will want to come down. Be his friend first. Let him know this. Let him know that before you want to make love, you want to make sure this will work for the long haul. The more he hears and knows you want a commitment and true relationship the more special he will view you; say “long-term” he will be right there to give it to you–both the relationship and his member. If there ever is a zodiac sign to be honest with about a broken heart, it is the Cancer. He will be there for you and make sure it will never happen again on his watch. The Cancer guy craves a deep and meaningful relationship. Being able to connect with someone on various levels is imperative. Get to know the people that are close to him, like his parents or best friend. If you win them over you may won half the battle. For all the safety and security you try to provide for him, he will provide right back. When it comes time to bed your Cancer male be prepared for a night to remember. He will draw it out for hours. Foreplay will be slow and meticulous. You will feel every ounce of passion he feels toward you. He will make sure that you are happy. Just make sure you give back as good as you got it and let him know how wonderful it feels. With a Cancer, you make love. He does not fuck… its love. If he is really into you, the thrusts are deep and long. The greatest erogenous zone for Cancer is his chest. He will respond well to sucking and kissing his nipples. Gently tease them, slowly blow on them… he will be putty in your hands. It might be 10pm when you start but it will 3am by the time you roll away from each other breathing rapid and deep trying to come back down from the high. One thing is for sure, you never have a sexual complaint with a Cancer. Once you cross over from friendship to bed friends, your battle is not won yet. Remain consistent. Keep the assurances flowing and the flirtations meaningful. Call him at work to say you were thinking about him and how good he felt inside you. Build trust with them and they will grow closer to you. When he comes home from work, you should ask him about his day. After you hug and soothe him then tell him it’s over, he’s home. He will let it go and curl up with you on the couch. Cancers are moody but those moods can easily be manipulated for the sanctity of the relationship. Never take advantage of a Cancer. He needs to know that while he can open up to you with everything, you will keep him in line. For better or for worse, you Cancer male will be the one you might just settle down with. He needs you to be loyal and faithful for he is the same. Cancer men are the most loyal of the astrology signs. They make excellent lovers for person who loves romance and being swept off their feet. As you dated, the love nest became a safe haven and you became equated with trust and safety. To a Cancer this is love and seduction all wrapped in one. You love to love him and he knows it. When you part for work he knows he is coming home to the love nest you created to have a warm and cozy night with you. The nights will round out but a sweet session of love and passion then a blissful sleep. The Cancer male will give you the fairy tale if you will be his princess.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17362878253270544280noreply@blogger.com374tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882304836501025309.post-45178141048067842452010-10-25T02:55:00.001-07:002010-10-25T03:03:30.547-07:00You Handsome Devil.....It was a couple of weeks ago. I had a sultry day in office and so decided to take some time off at the beach – undecidedly; I worked out my way through to the ever popular-dirty-now renovated bar beach on Ahmadu Bello Way, Victoria Island. At the lovely and serene environment of bar beach, one place I love to go when I feel a notch for unique inspiration and creative ideas. As I fumbled through my bag, lifting the make-up purse over the wallet, I picked my note pad, which was wrapped in the long rope of my ID card. Settling down under one of the numerous tents that accommodated pleasure seekers and glancing through my list of probable write-up ideas I let my eyes lead me up to the shadow that has engulfed my presence. And there he stood, with glamour…. no, I cannot seem to find the right words now because his presence consumed every of my thoughts, my pen dropped and I felt my heart beat run a bit faster.<br />One word I can define him with ‘beauty’. Few I can qualify him with, “the handsomest young man I’ve ever seen.” Directly he stared down at me, his gaze hooked every bit of me. My senses rushed back to me and just one thought I heard; “write about this right now.” Immediately, not muttering a single word I picked up my pen, which was laying in between us like the audience. Flipping through my note pad to the next plain page, I scribbled down every thought, scene, idea and letter my pen could play with.<br />Lost in the world of muse and musings, misusing and misgivings his deep, rich grown voice spiked my veins back to reality “it seems I inspired your creativity.” He said. Right there and there I felt this was the right guy for me; well-groomed, crisp shirt, tailored fit trousers, patent shoes, handsome look and a rich deep manly voice to compliment it all. I sure had met a sent angel.<br />Of course, I’ve always been a sucker for a sexy brilliant and impossible man – just like every other lady right? But on second thought may be not. But it seemed this angel had more to him and his personality. I better get to the deal/research then. But then my mid flips to the other person, muse fit (so I call him) “or could he be gay?” right I thought, he looks too clean and creamy to be straight. Again the race will tell the winner. After I gathered momentum, I offered him a seat beside me and then I let the train move. <br />The discussion continues, my question, your question, laughs in between and all. As we chit chat several thoughts poured into my mind, most of which I ignored. Even if he were gay how would it really affect me; what is the likely harm I tend to get from the relationship. I summoned up and was ready to experience the thrill and frills the relationship carried. I’ve heard severally that gay men shared an amount of the soft and hard part of whoever they are and that they do not really value the ‘true reality’ of men. But no, all that still hasn’t put me off.<br />I did my research, found some facts for the intimate detail about ‘the’ character used in my coming novel, Melissa, who would know about this young man, or indeed his mysteriously cute acts or misacts? His friends will be useful of course. And if they had a passionate nature, natural intelligence and longed to know about the world, wouldn’t they easily read through him?<br />So it’s been weeks now and I’ve spent most of it asking his friends and requesting to meet up with his friends. Intrigued, I got myself invited to one of his friends’ for a get-together. I recognised some names and I matched them with gist I heard earlier. The party was fun, lots of interesting people to meet, lots of good drinks and definitely fantastic music, after a while though I noticed my ‘handsome beauty’ had disappeared so I looked around for him, no sign of him so taking my step lightly I walked around checking the house (big and beautiful I should say). Unfortunately I walked into an open room, with a glance I thought the room looked interesting. But my heartbeat increased speedily at the scene that lay before me. My super-handsome man right there on a sofa with another shabbily dressed but fine guy doing what I’ve not come to understand. I mean, what exactly I saw I’ve not come to define and understand. Cautiously I stepped out of the room, unknown to the busy lovers or whatever they were. Walking down the hall I smiled, but just then my peace returned, my mind presented me with a diary of thoughts as I returned to the party room. Somehow I felt ease, satisfied and achieved. At least I know who he is now and can give a definition to our friendship.<br />In the end, it isn’t my thoughts, neither his personality that undid me but his rigidly bare words. “I am made of fire and liberty, therefore live each moment as I please.” Sadly from hearing this from him, I discovered our affair/friendship/relation would end badly, with ugly feelings all around. My own feelings towards him began to cool the moment I heard those words. Full of remorse, I go back to my first love – my diary, I hope it’s forgiven me….Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17362878253270544280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882304836501025309.post-38970744400440559892010-09-24T04:38:00.000-07:002010-09-24T04:47:20.274-07:00My Coffee CupIt lies quietly on the shelf <br />Every day it smiles at me <br />Revealing that look of ‘return’ <br />The story behind my retired coffee cup;<br /> <br />It was a long, long time ago <br />When all felt and smelt tiring <br />I look around, trying hard to get some comfort, <br />Some console just to give me that spurn, that gear <br />To pick my pen, pad and write as much as I could<br /> <br />But alas! <br />Nay consternation! <br /><br />There I stared in abstract air <br />No words, <br />No lines <br />No meaning to my scribbling <br />Not until I picked ‘the cup’<br />Made my constant mind racer; coffee! <br /><br />Whao! Now, my notebook is full with meaning too. <br />My eyes lusted after the coffee cup <br />Just as my taste buds coined avenues to sip a cup of <br />Coffee every hour and then; <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt5zEkZIGVdpFsKrEwfjN3prqpERlYUM0OcdFWetw3RPKedv0nrJl7wLxPD-PlJj2o_rqeXr93YQiKGykfbyRoM8OV-_v6rZOZcdRhSaj9u4rJkS7ov-htHBPjg0nzTFooOYLI96aZg9U/s1600/12157-Clay-Sculpture-Of-A-Pink-Sleeping-Coffee-Cup-With-Womans-Face-And-Steam-Rising-Up-Clipart-Picture.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 309px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt5zEkZIGVdpFsKrEwfjN3prqpERlYUM0OcdFWetw3RPKedv0nrJl7wLxPD-PlJj2o_rqeXr93YQiKGykfbyRoM8OV-_v6rZOZcdRhSaj9u4rJkS7ov-htHBPjg0nzTFooOYLI96aZg9U/s320/12157-Clay-Sculpture-Of-A-Pink-Sleeping-Coffee-Cup-With-Womans-Face-And-Steam-Rising-Up-Clipart-Picture.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520445226429462290" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Then the severance, my coffee felt uneasy someday <br />Dropped and chattered to pieces <br />As my mind dragged through clearing the remains, <br />My taste buds told tales of memories that appeared real<br /><br />Days, weeks, months passed <br />But I could not get over my dear coffee cup,<br />My dear coffee cup would not return to me. <br />Then gone with my coffee cup is the usual dialogue <br />Between my taste bud, brain and mind.<br /><br />I must rescue it! <br /><br />After few recalling days my cup returns. <br />Although in a different design and colour. <br />But not my lost one, another it is. <br /><br />My coffee cup is! <br />Now, like the new splash of cloud on the sky <br />My coffee cup returns<br />Like the shining glow striding <br />Through the morning tap. <br />My coffee cup returns <br />Like my lost heart and mind <br />My coffee cup returns<br />Kudos to my coffee cup <br />My coffee cup!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17362878253270544280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882304836501025309.post-70617987401227840052010-06-08T06:40:00.000-07:002010-06-08T06:44:01.850-07:00I wont send rosesThis is a poem from a random friend I've not met in any way, I have lots of poems like this from this anonymous friend and I've decided to start sharing so I won't get too flattered...lol<br /><br />Here:<br /><br />I wont send roses<br /> <br /> Bunmi:<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> I won't send roses or hold the door,<br /> I won't remember which dress you wore.<br /> My heart is too much in control, the lack of romance in my soul<br /> Forget my shoulder when you're in need.<br /> Forgetting birthdays is guaranteed.<br /> And should I love you, you would be the last to know<br /> I won't send roses <br /> And roses suit you so.<br /> <br /> My pace is frantic my temper's cross,<br /> With words romantic I'm at a loss.<br /> I'd be the first one to agree that I'm preoccupied with me<br /> In me you'll find things like guts and nerve, <br /> But not the kind things that you deserve.<br /> And so while there's a fighting chance just turn and go.<br /> I won't send roses<br /> And roses suit you so.<br /> <br /> Have a nice day, Bunmi, and when you see a rose<br /> think about this.<br /> <br /> SimonAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17362878253270544280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882304836501025309.post-47823753774970017392010-06-08T06:36:00.000-07:002010-06-08T06:39:42.731-07:00Quick Tips to Ponder1. It hurts to love someone and not be loved in return.<br />But what is more painful is to love someone and never<br />find the courage to let that person know how you feel.<br /><br />2. A sad thing in life is when you meet someone who<br />means a lot to you, only to find out in the end that it was<br />never meant to be and you just have to let go.<br /><br />3. The best kind of friend is the kind you can sit on a<br />porch swing with, never say a word, and then walk away<br />feeling like it was the best conversation you've ever had.<br /><br />4. It's true that we don't know what we've got until we lose<br />it, but it's also true that we don't know what we've been<br />missing until it arrives.<br /><br />5. It takes only a minute to get a crush on someone, an<br />hour to like someone, and a day to love someone-but it<br />takes a lifetime to forget someone.<br /><br />6. Don't go for looks, they can deceive. Don't go for wealth,<br />even that fades away. Go for someone who makes you<br />smile because it takes only a smile to make a dark day<br />seem bright.<br /><br />7. Dream what you want to dream, go where you want to go,<br />be what you want to be. Because you have only one life and<br />one chance to do all the things you want to do.<br /><br />8. Always put yourself in the other's shoes. If you feel that it<br />hurts you, it probably hurts the person too.<br /><br />9. A careless word may kindle strife. A cruel word may wreck<br />a life. A timely word may level stress. But a loving word may<br />heal and bless.<br /><br />10. The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best<br />of everything they just make the most of everything that comes<br />along their way.<br /><br />11. Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss, ends with<br />a tear. When you were born, you were crying and everyone<br />around you was smiling. Live your life so that when you die,<br />you're the one smiling and everyone around you is crying.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17362878253270544280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882304836501025309.post-89805388858266621492010-02-16T02:45:00.000-08:002010-02-16T02:53:11.816-08:00APPRECIATING SIMPLE PLEASURESDo you have a place in your life where special experiences happen for you? Often times when my spirit needed wings from being inside – I went to either a quiet beach – to enjoy the peace of the beautiful sea and sky – or children’s play ground.<br /><br /> This day, as I approached the playground, I heard many voices in the distance, The air was so filled with joy and laughter I could not hold back the laughter. The sound was coming from the dance floor – well, one created by the children themselves, I just had to go there ! The playground was filled with children dancing, skipping, skating, It was a spontaneous time when they gathered during weekends like that. The scene was like from a sweet tale or a portrait of long gone days. There were little girls in beautiful dresses and well plaited hairstyles that almost made them women already. Boys were pulling the smaller children, I noticed a small girl though, lying on her back on the tiled floor, making fairy wings with his outstretched arms. Then it occurred to me he was just doing what he imagined, perhaps what he could see happen. “So do adults right?” I asked myself amidst a long smile. All the children were full of joy, energy, passion with beautiful innocent faces, smiley faces and broad smiles. They showed they were rich beyond the physical measure enjoying simple pleasures.<br /> Aren’t we fortunate to be able to find these surprising windows where we may experience a glimpse of life in another way and find such enriching revelations? Reluctantly, I went home and imagined longingly at myself dancing with those kids back then putting on the look of a child, still in an adults” skin, I felt deep peace, calmness and happiness, I enjoyed that moment while it lasted,<br /> These experiences become a challenge for re evaluating our rush through life and remind us that we need to stop, I ponder, listen and allow our mind and souls to speak to us and ask: “What are the little things I’m not taking time to appreciate or even notice?” Most times experiences at magical places like this brings back a refreshment and reminds of what is truly important. Life then takes a new turn – which we permit it and we feel different again.<br /> So, please allow yourself the special though quiet moment to appreciate the simple pleasures that surround our everyday not just the negative ones that makes us complain and depressed. Then we enrich our lives with beauty, happiness and peace, Moments like that should be cherished, saved, re visited, explored and seen as important moments that let make episodes in our lives. Today is the guarantee you have that tomorrow exists and brings the best.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17362878253270544280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882304836501025309.post-31675485705059259672009-09-10T07:48:00.000-07:002009-09-10T07:50:28.252-07:00“WHY NOT” AND “WHAT IF”I used to think that anyone doing anything weird was weird. I suddenly realized that anyone doing anything weird wasn’t weird at all, and it was the people saying they were weird that were weird.<br />Thinking about creativity lately I found out that creativity is using your mind to change, revitalize and reorder portions of your life that need change of course. I found out that you are creative when you make something new based on what you in the world or environment around you. And you just like everyone, is born with some creativity, but you can develop it much further.<br />So, how much are you developing your creative instinct?<br />To be creative, you should start thinking like a child, play with ideas and ask yourself; “why not?” and “what if?” Then believe that there’s always a better or different way to every thing. I now know that people who value intangible resources will always be more prosperous than those who value the visible because, Real money is not the paper but the value you invest that yields quality.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17362878253270544280noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882304836501025309.post-28925017196233111882009-08-13T06:48:00.000-07:002009-08-13T06:55:22.497-07:00SUMMERTIMENot until a friend asked how I plan to spend the summer did I realise summer was around or is it already in? So, I took my time to ponder on what I want to do for summer, at least I deserve a break after the long day and night work thing even if my job involves half work and half fun, is it even fun? Somehow it is, but the fun is no where near the amount of energy you release…in fact na wha! <br />But wait! Is there summer in Nigeria? Anyhow sha I still want to live in that sate for a moment, so here, I share my summer wannabe.<br />Summertime and the living is easy. Happily, so are we women, sunshine on skin, long soft evenings, bare legs, naked shoulders…Warm weather does wonders for a girl’s libido. As for moi, I plan to use my time well, choose my targets wisely, and be steps away from a sex-drenched summer.<br />The issue is a location – can you enjoy a good summer in Nigeria? Well, I’m yet to find out about that. But do you need to leave the country; of course there is plenty of skirt closer to home.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCndavJhDuMYhr9c9eZfnGWwJUUmJNmjiszl3WTXoO3IF65-80u4PeLrX9yDBzabDuVQauRrK9vc7PqHQMdgRVkf-1zvKy9NArbtlgqO-Q86DVtCb6wxnh6n1LmCWLWdc4LU9P9nWvAzc/s1600-h/summertime_by_noahlee.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCndavJhDuMYhr9c9eZfnGWwJUUmJNmjiszl3WTXoO3IF65-80u4PeLrX9yDBzabDuVQauRrK9vc7PqHQMdgRVkf-1zvKy9NArbtlgqO-Q86DVtCb6wxnh6n1LmCWLWdc4LU9P9nWvAzc/s320/summertime_by_noahlee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369445825739187490" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />There’s one thing I keep in mind when I need good time out or just say fun – season- I ask myself “what’s my season?” Yes, my season really determines me. I target events such as Sports events at the Polo Resort; you know those sorts, all game, music and fun. There’s something fun about an occasion, especially one where you get to dress up. For these gigs, neither the tickets nor the outfit comes cheap, and then is the dress, shoes, hair to impress the horses. And certainly I have to get my money’s worth in return, I make sure I get a throw of champagne and under that crisp white frock; I get frisky as a mare. All I need do is present myself elegantly and find a decent wingman (while I leave the girls lynching evidently, they can wait), catch his eye and saunter him over to ask for a check (status and updates I mean), after the cool giggling chat we simply walk away separately while I get back to the ladies, then we move the party home. <br />Perhaps we run into each other in future, the ice will be broken, and I can lead him on a personal tour of the grounds – and possibly the bushes. Weddings significantly up the ante this season, so in addition to designer dresses, drinking and the like, floodgates of emotions are let loose. Flashing through my mind will be the hope that love does exist, lust for ivory my other part, and a creeping fear everyone else is getting married and she’ll be left on the shelf. But with this cocktail of excitement, envy and anxiety, life could only be much easier. With all these I start imagining visibly charming the oldies, dancing with little ones, having a killer opening line and simply wonder if there is such thing as a happy ending. As a result, I’ll just play it right maybe I might get one.<br />Then there music festivals, fashion shows and one album launch event to another – and I can’t also forget the smaller, invitation-only bashes. The beach is good when I choose it is: I simply hang out in a tent in my nice shorts, Helly Hansen baseball cap; after all a 17-year old look is not wrong for a different summer, is it?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17362878253270544280noreply@blogger.com0