Matters of the Mind

FELA in The Life House All Week and Weekend Long!

2011-04-20T08:50:00.000-07:00

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.

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.

FELA IN THE LIFE HOUSE – a mini-festival inspired by FELA! in Lagos from 19-24th April 2011

Wednesday 20th April - ART EXHIBITION
"Art of Rebellion”: An art exhibition featuring works by acclaimed graphic artists, Lemi Ghariokwu and Weyinmi Atigbi.
Gallery open daily (except Mondays)

Wednesday 20th April - LISTENING SOIREE
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

Thursday 21st April - FILM SCREENING
Film club Reel Life will screen 2 great films about Afrobeat as part of the mini-festival – “Music is the Weapon" and
"Ginger Baker in Africa". Don’t miss this. Film starts at 7.30pm.
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

Friday 22nd April - READINGS, POETRY ,OPEN-MIC SESSION, HAPPY HOUR
The Fire Dance Readings by Sola Olorunyomi .
Starts at 5pm sharp
Sola Olorunyomi is the distinguished author of “Afrobeat! Fela and the Imagined Continent”.
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.
Open mic session starts at 7pm as does the cafe’s Happy Hour so come one come all!

Saturday 23rd April - WURA SAMBA LIVE CONCERT
Tribute Afrobeat Jam Session featuring the wondrously mesmerizing percussionist Wura Samba with his band.
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
Time: 7pm

Sunday 24th April - LIVE REHEARSAL AND KARAOKE
We will reenact an afrobeat session Rehearsal with The Life House house band and in true TOCATINA spontaneous
style incorporate the audience culminating in a Karaoke Sing Along session. This will end our festival tribute to Fela
and this is for everybody and absolutely free. If you love to sing, mime or just have fun then look no further.
Time: 6pm

Go, Enjoy!

Writing is a Performance

2011-04-18T08:43:00.000-07:00

Quote of the day:

" 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

Just The Right Solution

2011-04-12T07:49:00.000-07:00

Picture courtesy: leloveimage.blogspot.com

My New Alternative To Worry

2011-04-11T00:23:00.000-07:00

My 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.

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.

Easy and fun!

This is a Confession...

2011-04-08T09:33:00.000-07:00

Okay, I'll just put it up here because it definitely appears noone out there wants to listen to me and few that do don't seem to understand my rants yet again.....I mean, how do I even explain it here?

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.

I sure need answers, but where, from who, myself?

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).

So then what is it?

I am confused, messed up, wandering, asking questions, thinking...errm, errmm, okay let me say I'm just too EMOTIONAL.

*Hold up*..Let me Google emotions....

Really... I Don't Have a Title

2011-04-08T07:53:00.000-07:00

I 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.

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.
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.
*just kidding*
No I’m NOT!

Picture

2011-01-19T05:29:00.000-08:00

The sun is gone
The mist is here
I search for long, now I found the right picture.

I was always my own
Till u spilled the seal of fortune on me
Just so I could be yours
Away I flee
You shared so much fun with me
You struggled to make your point
Even when they felt so pure
I still felt insecure
Not for the words
But for faults I dread to restore

Please pardon my silly thoughts and
Free your breathing aids
See yourself soar,
See yourself soar with no halt
Taste the broth and realize
I have long lost my peace to dual

I let it out long ago
I let it out to the breeze
Though it hummed my heart like a hide of honeybees
I still let it be

I reached back into the wild
And recalled the colour of your hair
The smell of your hair
That makes me want to err
Everything I've ever heard

You freed my heart
Set my mind on fire
I restricted though
But you kept on instead
I fought, I lust but after all
Gave up
Though you felt injured
Screamed out into the future
I didn’t take it to be a feature
But with seldom tick-tuck I claimed my freedom.

With much effort you tried to work us
In and out you tried
But each time I cut u short
Not that I meant to be tough
Just that I had lots of nightmares yet to become hot dreams

I see in the long distance
Pictures of you and I
Just for the while it ran
After which we transformed
You left with no concern
No care nor farewell

Now I realize your sweetness
The fairness of your truthfulness
I see the glow in your eyes
The sincerity in your brown eyes
Saying lots with little expression
God, how I love those eyes.

You saw me meander by circumstance
You took me and led me towards fun
Fun, which u call the essence of life
I do not believe we met by chance
But nature as they say, worked out our destiny.

I scream,
Loudly scream to myself
That you and me
Will always be a dream

The sun has gone
The moon is here
The time has come
For me to bare
But you will
Always be here
Here, within my air.

(C)Adeola Ojedokun 2011

A Beautiful Morning Focus

2010-11-29T23:28:00.000-08:00

So 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.

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:

(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.

(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.

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.

See?

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.
So here it is, FOCUS ON THE NEEDFUL, THE IMPORTANT AND SEE THE TINY WORRIES HANDLE THEMSELVES.

Good morning and enjoy a beautiful day.

I See You...

2010-11-03T04:53:00.000-07:00

I see u
I see us

I see u
I see more of us

I look at you
And it seems like 2mao will
Never come

Each day

I pray
I seek
I search
For a day when
I'll never have to let you go
Cos without you
Life is empty

Come, come to me my dear
Look at me, look into my eyes
My beloved
Dont just say you love me
Show you love me

Listen, listen my love
Hear the sounds of my heart
Again listen to the love beats Reveling in my heart

Listen to my heart say....

Me u, us two, now and always.

Well, do u believe my heart?

How to seduce a Cancer male

2010-11-03T03:10:00.000-07:00

Okay, 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.

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.

You Handsome Devil.....

2010-10-25T02:55:00.001-07:00

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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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?
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.
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….

My Coffee Cup

2010-09-24T04:38:00.000-07:00

It lies quietly on the shelf
Every day it smiles at me
Revealing that look of ‘return’
The story behind my retired coffee cup;

It was a long, long time ago
When all felt and smelt tiring
I look around, trying hard to get some comfort,
Some console just to give me that spurn, that gear
To pick my pen, pad and write as much as I could

But alas!
Nay consternation!

There I stared in abstract air
No words,
No lines
No meaning to my scribbling
Not until I picked ‘the cup’
Made my constant mind racer; coffee!

Whao! Now, my notebook is full with meaning too.
My eyes lusted after the coffee cup
Just as my taste buds coined avenues to sip a cup of
Coffee every hour and then;

Then the severance, my coffee felt uneasy someday
Dropped and chattered to pieces
As my mind dragged through clearing the remains,
My taste buds told tales of memories that appeared real

Days, weeks, months passed
But I could not get over my dear coffee cup,
My dear coffee cup would not return to me.
Then gone with my coffee cup is the usual dialogue
Between my taste bud, brain and mind.

I must rescue it!

After few recalling days my cup returns.
Although in a different design and colour.
But not my lost one, another it is.

My coffee cup is!
Now, like the new splash of cloud on the sky
My coffee cup returns
Like the shining glow striding
Through the morning tap.
My coffee cup returns
Like my lost heart and mind
My coffee cup returns
Kudos to my coffee cup
My coffee cup!

I wont send roses

2010-06-08T06:40:00.000-07:00

This 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

Here:

I wont send roses

Bunmi:

I won't send roses or hold the door,
I won't remember which dress you wore.
My heart is too much in control, the lack of romance in my soul
Forget my shoulder when you're in need.
Forgetting birthdays is guaranteed.
And should I love you, you would be the last to know
I won't send roses
And roses suit you so.

My pace is frantic my temper's cross,
With words romantic I'm at a loss.
I'd be the first one to agree that I'm preoccupied with me
In me you'll find things like guts and nerve,
But not the kind things that you deserve.
And so while there's a fighting chance just turn and go.
I won't send roses
And roses suit you so.

Have a nice day, Bunmi, and when you see a rose
think about this.

Simon

Quick Tips to Ponder

2010-06-08T06:36:00.000-07:00

1. It hurts to love someone and not be loved in return.
But what is more painful is to love someone and never
find the courage to let that person know how you feel.

2. A sad thing in life is when you meet someone who
means a lot to you, only to find out in the end that it was
never meant to be and you just have to let go.

3. The best kind of friend is the kind you can sit on a
porch swing with, never say a word, and then walk away
feeling like it was the best conversation you've ever had.

4. It's true that we don't know what we've got until we lose
it, but it's also true that we don't know what we've been
missing until it arrives.

5. It takes only a minute to get a crush on someone, an
hour to like someone, and a day to love someone-but it
takes a lifetime to forget someone.

6. Don't go for looks, they can deceive. Don't go for wealth,
even that fades away. Go for someone who makes you
smile because it takes only a smile to make a dark day
seem bright.

7. Dream what you want to dream, go where you want to go,
be what you want to be. Because you have only one life and
one chance to do all the things you want to do.

8. Always put yourself in the other's shoes. If you feel that it
hurts you, it probably hurts the person too.

9. A careless word may kindle strife. A cruel word may wreck
a life. A timely word may level stress. But a loving word may
heal and bless.

10. The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best
of everything they just make the most of everything that comes
along their way.

11. Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss, ends with
a tear. When you were born, you were crying and everyone
around you was smiling. Live your life so that when you die,
you're the one smiling and everyone around you is crying.

APPRECIATING SIMPLE PLEASURES

2010-02-16T02:45:00.000-08:00

Do 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.

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.
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,
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.
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.

“WHY NOT” AND “WHAT IF”

2009-09-10T07:48:00.000-07:00

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.
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.
So, how much are you developing your creative instinct?
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.

SUMMERTIME

2009-08-13T06:48:00.000-07:00

Not 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!
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.
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.
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.

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.
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.
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?

WHY ON EARTH DO WE GET MARRIED?

2009-08-03T06:02:00.000-07:00

So, the big day approaches, and the essentials are ready, a cute little or big church as you so desire, a huge hall house for the reception and you’ve found a Pastor, who has no objection to marrying a divorced, single or “partly married lady”.

It’s all set.

All we have to do now is finalise the caterers, enforce my beloved’s aesthetic on the marquee people, arrange the flowers, the bar, the cars, (I guess the groom does all these – but we might have to do together), the seating, the honeymoon, send out more invites, get the morning dress built and get someone to make a wedding dress.

Isn’t it that easy?

Many years ago, when I was a lot younger, I used to think marriage was a proper way of cementing a long or short term friendship between a man and woman or a boy and a girl as it implies. But different were the meanings people around me read to it – from family members, friends and enemies, they all taught it meant more than that – what exactly I don’t know.

Seems like a good point to ask: Why do men and women get married? It is after all, a universal idea found in some form in every known human society. And yet we all constantly make jokes about “being the best parent in the world” and say we “ are going to live to be a great father/mother to our kids, how we can’t afford to let work come between us and our children, but don’t we?

So why the abiding obsession?

Childhood memories come right back at me, those times when we shared scenes of plays that defined marriage entirely different from what we’ve come to see everyday in our present day lives. Then, we all acted marriage as if “marriage is a property contract”. And we would dutifully write it down in our colour-coded jotters we kept as journals, red in for a dangerous comment, blue for the take note and pencil for the ‘do-it-everyday’ note. If you get caught doing any of the ‘red ink notes’ in public you’ll be given a regurgitating knock on your head...Ewww, which was quite a painful one.

I didn’t believe any that then and I don’t believe it now, just did to keep neighbourhood friends though. How can modern marriage be a property contract? Ok, my dad once told me that back then when you would ask a ‘Lord’ for the hand of one of his 16 daughters in marriage and he would look you up and down and say “yes”, confirming you’re good enough – materially and mentally speaking here – “then it was the meeting of two estates” I would respond. So long as it looked like you had “prospects” (or your father owns Eleganza) he would say, “Be my guest, sunshine and here is my contribution towards the marriage.”

But marriage is not a property contract any more when all you’re really bringing to the table is two tiny but fabulously expensive flats and two CD collections with the same empty boxes. Incidentally, can anyone explain why the plastic boxes in which you store CDs are called “jewel cases”? What the hell is that about? In reality, they are flimsy little shards of the cheapest recycled plastic, which shatter the first time you try to get them out of the tightest shrink-wrapping invented. Now, if CDs really did come in jewel-encrusted case, or merely cases made of ultra-thin, shaved down panels of pure jewel – diamonds, say – then marriage really would be a property contract. But no, when marriage consists of an exorbitantly expensive wedding and then the amalgamation of two lots of chipped crockery and the realisation that you now have two juicers when you never used either one in the first place how can it possibly is called a “property contract”?

Which brings us back to the question: why does marriage even exist? Marriage, huh, what is it good for? If people get married for “a public declaration of love”, well, I could do that a lot more cheaply and effectively by taking out a billboard in Lagos or cheaper still, by fly posting, or by giving a bunch of teenagers spray cans and telling them to go and daub graffiti near Lagos Island’s fashionable bars, so that celebrities would stagger out of clubs and bars at three o’clock in the morning with a girl on each arm and as they looked down to avoid the pop of the paparazzi flashlights, they would see there stencilled on the pavement in front of their eyes, the words, “ Mart 4 You”. I assume they call it viral marketing, so we all can get married by the day and avoid long-term savings, then we can simply call it “a public declaration of love”.

As for “the formation of a family unit”, well, tell that to anyone who’s living in sin with a partner and their children from a previous liaison: instant family, no need for marriage there, ask few celebrities.
Or, “legitimising sexual relations”; what is this? The 1890s? As we’ve all merrily been having sex since we were barely able to walk, and half the country has children every afternoon out of wedlock while the other half looks on, the idea that we need marriage to legitimise sex is totally absurd. It’s not as if you ever get shouted at on the street corners for getting spotted with your hand down the jumper of someone who isn’t wearing your ring. Well, not in Lagos anyway.
As for “legal, social and economic stability”, the figures for divorce rates put the lie to that little charade. For instance, did you know Nigeria has the lowest divorce rate in the world?
What about “the education and nurturing of children”? Well, my old headmaster and teacher were both deeply committed to the education and nurturing of children back then in Primary School and they didn’t feel the urge to put on a big white dress and walk around a church, so I guess that’s not good enough reason to get married.
There was a fantastic article I read online recently last year which seemed to imply that marriage wasn’t really of any benefit to men whatsoever, and because of that wives should lie around on their backs with their legs open at all times while using one hand to stir bubbling pot of coq au vin and the other to administer correction to an unruly five year-old. At one point, the female author actually wrote “Husbands are mostly quite simple. Generally what they want is unlimited sex, constant reassurance, good food and plenty of freedom, or at least three of these four.”
Unfortunately I checked, and she’s already spoken for. So, why do people get married? Well, it’s love actually. Though obviously people only really get married to keep the parents happy. This is why I will be hoping my future in-laws read this piece and get the massive hint to pay for the whole thing. To be honest, the idea of introducing his parents to my family fills me with dread. But such is the price they pay for gaining a daughter, I guess.

The Night After...

2009-07-14T09:07:00.000-07:00

How long can I rely on this deep sigh of yours?
Do you mean every gesture you’re showing now?
Is this gonna be a lasting treasure
Or a random memory, that’ll bring painful pressures…
Can I also believe the magic of your touches on me?
That tomorrow I’ll feel more of it
And the day after tomorrow I’ll more and not live to reminiscence
On the feelings you left on my skin today

Will you still be with me tomorrow?
Or is this a feeling just for today?
Is this a scene for another day?
Or a sin I’ll regret tomorrow?

Is all these just gonna be about me
Otherwise about my lofting body gently rapped in this plain silky sheet?
Needless to say, is this once and never again?
Will you still love me tomorrow?

But till this moment I ask myself:
“Was yesterday, yes yester night a repression of my inner-most self,
Unleashed ever so briefly
Or was it just a revelation of the darkside of me.

The truth is: I remain me
Because the morning after was yesterday
It passed,
And though that night was sweet,
Today is a brand new day!
© Adeola Ojedokun ‘09

WHAT?

2009-07-08T01:59:00.000-07:00

Some seasons bring to us useful memories, others bring to us long awaited dreams, while little brings to us hope of things yet to come:

What fuels your fire?
What ignites your passion?
What's the thing you can't live without
The thing that makes you feel alive?
The thing you choose to do instead of doing drugs?
Whatever it is,
Draw it.
Write it.
Sketch it.
Film it.
Tape it.
Record it.
Paint it.
Dance it.
Play it.
Rap it.
Do it alone or do it with friends and show it to the world.
Your idea could be used for am national television commercial or featured on a website that shows the world, and with that you've ministered hope to the whole world.

You can do it!

SECRETS

2009-06-25T06:14:00.000-07:00

Excerpts from 'secrets'...

In secret, I keep them in my hearts,
I read them; on my face I scale them.
To ears I mutter them, ready ears I recite to,
Steady, steady, it beats.
Then hush, hush! It spreads.

My heart pants for force, my hands fear shame
My feet swallow cool, but my tummy cowls volumes
Ringing volumes of immeasurable columns - Oh!
Again I fumble

If earth could turn the unknown into the greatest folks
Then, the eyes can see better cones represent a rogue
Hmm, I murmur at my repent
Letting my resents go to rest.

Tomorrow I’ll ignite my vents; I’ll speak to my rents.
And I’ll gather them, and tell them to not stagger at my radar
Speak! Speak! Speak on I hear, yeah those are my behinds.
Though they still torment my moments…
They still stand for my might.

My God, I just poured my mind
Never knew I could be this kind to wrong myths
For long they treated me good.
I should have declined, denied and decided their fine.
But still i…

FRIENDS AND FAMILY

2009-06-11T07:38:00.000-07:00

Friends are the DNA of society. They are the basic building blocks of life. If you have a couple of good ones, treasure them like gold, because they’ll always be useful.

There’s nothing better, ever seen Ads that go - “friends and family”? I ask why not “family and friends”? Or is ‘co it flows better that way? Well I think it’s something else.

Yes, they know too, that friends are those people that can join you do those silly things you often feel like doing, the awful things you do spontaneously all in the name of ‘having fun’ and ‘living life’. And of course the family is that group of people that stay with you to clean up the mess while you continue with life…some friends stay put though.

Your friends help you carry the big weight in life. That big burden we’ve all got called, “What the hell am I doing?”

I’ve come to the conclusion that there are certain friends in your life who are always your friends and you just have to accept it. You see them even though you don’t really want to see them. You don’t call them, they call you. You don’t call back, they call again. You’re late, they wait. You don’t show up, they’re not upset. You try and stab them, they understand.

The problem with talking is that nobody stops you from saying the wrong thing. I think life would be a lot better if it was like you’re always making a movie. You mess up, somebody walks up and says “Cut, cut, cut, cut, that’s not going to work at all”. But what makes life interesting if not the fact that we must make mistakes but we have to learn from the mistakes.

Let me tell the main ish in all these ramblings: 1. Friends are good, keep them.
2. People think about what you’re saying and ask if you really mean it and the reality of your words even when you speak the ones that hurt them (mostly when they expect you to console them) you still push the pin claiming to yourself “I love you that’s why I can’t but say the truth”

But is that really it?

3. Always love life, the best yet to come. Take today as a great day and wait for tomorrow to be greater.

Quote of the note: “We don’t see things as they are; we see them as we are” - - Anais Nin

Solo Sex or Masturbation

2009-06-02T00:49:00.000-07:00

I have always been of the idea that masturbation or solo sex as its often called is no sin, or what do you think? But that isn’t necessary anyway

So I read an article discussing a major issue I have for long talked through and in my mind and I was so happy at what I read…Masturbation is no sin!

Gba!

Yes, what is it?
How is it a sin, please explain to me if you think it is and if not still tell

As I was saying, masturbation, solo sex all of them like that is just you simply enjoying yourself not because you doing it satisfy someone but because you want it your way, simple, selfishly and straight up . So what?

Another common question is: is it against religious beliefs?
I am a good Christian, I respect the word of God but I have not come across any passage in the Bible where it states that I should abstain from solo sex or as I call it personal sex. This one I know that the Bible says you shall not have sex with an animal, an opposite sex, your father or mother as concerned. I for one don’t like thinking about sex cos I think its just a waste of time, why not give to yourself whenever you think you need it and quit hurting yourself because some guy/babes is not there to help out…okay sorry, but seriously what exactly is the ish about sex?

Addiction: Well addiction is not a good thing. Compulsive impulse to have sex is human right? But it should be controlled; one thing I hate most is addiction, when I get addicted to something, anything it affects me most psychologically and I hate…mehn I hate because then I can’t concentrate I can’t decide and I can’t understand myself just because I want to quit something. So just one word for addition – Bad!

Fantasising is not bad, well if you’re not the bold type like my friend will put: fantasise about sex if you’re not ready to be involved and if you want to involve and you’re not ready to indulge (you gerrit) then masturbate.

Okay, enuff!

When you get a partner, I mean a right partner as in boy to girl thing then you should stop the masturbation except he/she is out of sight.

What else do I know – solo sex doesn’t have to be boring – Betty Miano

This is a personal issue o…if you don’t believe then you don’t but research as also confirmed it.

Y’all have a wonderful time.

HOPE

2009-05-21T10:05:00.001-07:00

Yeah, yeah, it's been a while and i feel like smacking myself for that...lol

Hope is sweetness that fills you
When all around is sour
Hope is it that calms you
Even in the raging storm
Hope walks with you
When everyone’s gone
Hope restores
When you’ve lost all
And can only find one…Hope
Hope speaks in the chilliest land
And in the stormy sea it reigns
Hope is it that leads the blind
And keeps his path safe
Hope leads the heart
Telling you there will be no harm
Hope binds your mind and reveals greater mines
Hope is a ‘thing’ that gives life.

Just something to ponder on - "We don't see things as they are, we see them as we
are" - - Anais Nin
"After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music"

Live life!

YOU

2009-05-06T02:36:00.000-07:00

Most times when I meet friends, mostly guys our friendship transcends into the next phase when he comes up with "Please can you write a poem about me"? This of course is after I've told him I love poetry...my next answer then goes like ; "I don't even know you enough to do that"

Then he says "just the little you know will do"

Okay, I'll say, then put something up about our short term relationship that will soon turn to pages in my journal. After dismissal.

But of all my numerous 'write-about-me poems', one was particular as I had to write this poem for this sweet friend just ON our first date...and i can say it was a relieving one. At times one experience tells how the whole thing will go, and simply because just that one night went wrong, the rest apparently will.

I'll like to share few of this writing escapades of mine in a short while.
Starting with this, dedicated to this dear friend who thinks I care more than i hurt contrary to my own opinion.

YOU

In You
All I see is You

You

Y - Your smile that reserves a question that
makes me want to

O - Opt for a second or real version of you,
which i can't just see in

U- U, just not yet.

Just like I see, I feel a speech being rendered
in my heart for you.

A speech simply put like; I Like You
And I know as the times roll pass us
I'll sure conclude my assumptions

But for now
I pretend, assume that - I just like you
Yes! Just for now

I pretend to know you
And i really mean you
I mean the REAL YOU

Still, i battle 'the you'within me with muse

This is humorous: "An orgasm a day, keeps the doctor away"....LOL

Have fun.

CONFESSIONS…..

2009-04-29T01:04:00.000-07:00

I have some confessions to make...Hehee not that bad though.

I have been feeling miserable lately
Got separated from my addiction to coffee some time ago, but I’m gradually getting addicted again….depression?
I am so loving ‘blame it’ ‘dead and gone’ and ‘cookie jar’ lately too, been wondering why they all share same theme.
I check Google more than any website, perhaps checking for something I don’t even knows yet.
Within the past 3weeks, four guys asked if I was into ladies, what! Hell no…okay ‘cos they think I don’t care enough for guys, but that doesn’t mean I dig ladies instead, does it?
Liking my new look
I am enjoying my new 30GB I pod…yikes!
I am still re-reading ‘redeeming love’ by Francine Rivers. After reading a chapter for 2weeks I clearly have a reason why I am re-reading it over
Should I share? cos I wn lrn 2 sty awy frm ov ----‘wrong move it is’
Something has been telling me.
I am really fighting an addiction ---not coffee
I am writing a poem on coffee, but I can’t pick the lead again ‘cos it’s going to two pages. Don’t know if it’s still romance, hate, hurt, life and okay maybe all of ‘em
I am preparing for a crazy party...lol
I think Facebook is getting boring.
I found this “An orgasm a day keeps the doctor away” and I think it’s awkward.
Yes, I love………..

ME!

It Matters...

2009-04-14T06:09:00.000-07:00

It matters to be born
Because it’s the only bond that gives
A definite force and reason to live

It matters to live
Because out of life comes the real files to living

It matters to think
Because thoughts yield great efforts
Efforts that influence the heart

It matters to sink
Because below the deep are messages
That gives meaning to an assuring destiny

It matters to strive for greater heights
For great heights yield success

It matters to love, even when it denies one the true beauty of it and causes aches during the rainy and stormy days

HOW TO BE GENUINELY NICE

2009-04-09T10:41:00.000-07:00

This is a short note to the general public to perform good forms of kindness that leave little room for santimoniousness. Here are my favourites:

Buy a packet of cigars and leave it behind the reception of a maternity ward, for all the new fathers

Hail a taxi. When it stops, get the driver to roll down the window. Give him a Mars bar then run away.

Buy a copy of a daily, then give it back to the person who sold it to you.

Smile at people

Pop a sugar cube next to an ants' nest

If you are a man, put the loo seat down. If you are a woman, put it up

Pat a dog

Swap places with the person behind you in the queue

Pay for a stranger's coffee

Hug someone

What do y'all think?

The 90/10 Principle by Stephen Covey

2009-04-03T08:57:00.000-07:00

Hey, check this

10% of life is made up of what happens to you. 90% of life is decided by how react. What does this mean?
We really have no control over 10% of what happens to us. We cannot stop the car from breaking down. The plane will be late arriving, which throws our whole schedule off. A driver may cut us off in traffic. We have no control over this 10%. The other 90% is different. You determine the other 90%.

Watch out for the next phase...

BE LIKE THE PALM TREE

2009-03-20T09:53:00.000-07:00

If you need some encouragement today, take another look at the palm tree.

You can cut it but you cannot kill it. The nutrients that most trees need to survive can be found just below the bark, so when you cut them they die. But not the palm tree; its life comes from its heart so it thrives even under attack. Do not let surface issues derail you and do not give into short term thinking. Stay focused on what God promised you!

It bends but it will not break. Tropical storms can blow most trees away, but not the palm tree. It is resilient. It bends all way to the ground, yet when the storm is over it straightens up again and is actually stronger. You were made to been, not break. God promises to give you’… strength that endures the unendurable and spills over into you…’ Colossians 1:11. God’s willingness to promote you is always in direct proportion to your ability to endure.

Its depth exceeds its height. While the roots of the average tree to go a few feet under, the roots of the palm tree go deep in search of water. David said, ‘As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you…’ (Psalm 42:1) God’s plan for you is to go deep; Stay connected to Him, and never be uprooted, barren or blown away. If you are facing trouble right now do not ask “Why me?” instead ask “What do you want me to learn?” Then trust God and grow stronger through it!

For some weeks now I’ve longed to experience some form of freedom – a different and special one, I searched and in that scripture alone I’ve I found it, so I decided to share.

Remember good thoughts brings good decisions, think on what you’ve read then ask the right question and follow the instruction then see your blessings before you.

Believe it or loose it!

Quote of the note: “Trouble never leaves you the same, it either leaves you a better or a bitter person”.

Motivate inexpensively...Just thinking

2009-03-13T04:04:00.000-07:00

Hey there, how’re you doing lately?

Just been thinking on these things lately

Check.

Does money motivate people to work harder? Answer this question for yourself by picturing in your mind the hardest working people you know and judging whether they perform as they do because of the money they make.

Whatever your conclusion, the more important question may be: Can you motivate without spending a lot of money?

I’m out…your comments matter.

Take care of you.

Quote of the note: “No amount of pay ever made a good soldier, a good teacher, a good artist, or a good workman” – John Ruskin

Tissue or Water?

2009-03-11T00:44:00.000-07:00

He comes out with a definite frown on his face, would there be any attacker or friend in the convenience (or which do you prefer, toilet?) that can piss one off? What could have happened to a cool looking guy coming from the convenience?
Does it stink? You ask.

Ladies in the room steer in awe at this guy who walks down to his friend sitting beside the potted flowers below a non-responding air conditioner, which can’t be referred to nothing but an electrical hand fan, causing more discomfort with its clicking noise than the coolness needed.

“What’s wrong?” His friend asks as he sits “It’s just nonsense in there, no drop of water, I didn’t notice till I finished and all I could see was a little roll of tissue.” My friend and I noticing them, unconsciously burst into laughter, but could it not have been. “It’s alright.” His friend pleaded as they left.

Let’s come to think of it, which could be better, a bottle of water or roll of tissue? Or perhaps which do you prefer? Which makes you cleaner, comfortable?

I remember then in High School days when curses were rained on students who messed up the water system toilet with papers, tissues and pads. The whole school is then been punished, unwarranted punishments back then. Back home, mum would always beat the younger ones for messing up the toilet, leaving the uncles and aunts behind, but are they really innocent, I mean the uncles and aunts? Well, office toilet and even their individual private toilets now judge.

Some days back, I went to visit a friend and entering the compound links me with shouts and curses dropping rather too simultaneously from an old woman (a neighbour within) saying loudly “foolish people, dirty, dirty figs (pigs she meant), manimals (animals instead)”. See! “There’s just no happiness in a community like this,” my friend said.

She bursts into laughter after this and all I could conclude was… would you rather not laugh off things that hurt you but others find fun? And of course, this is Lagos where there’s no right and wrong in most neighbourhoods, they’re just there to live life however it comes their way.

This on another note got me thinking about rolls and drops, (water and tissues rolls). What would you rather use after doing the ‘real thing’ in the convenience? Whichever way you prefer, accepted, make sure its best to your use within, and when you out there too – do it the best way everyone else will appreciate.

Saving you the embarrassment, do the mess to yourself. Bear with the eateries, restaurants, they can’t satisfy everyone. Or better still try the ‘bests’, but can they meet everyone as well?

It’s your dough that tells it. So, No comment!

Quote of the note: "The starting point for both success and happiness is a healthy self-image" Joyce Brothers

Remember, Enjoy Life!

Moving On

2009-03-03T01:53:00.000-08:00

As human beings, we get to a point in life – business, religion, relationship that we just want to move on to the next level or phase of life but the question is, does this movement confirm growth and development on our life and efforts because,

We work, we walk
We live we leave
We eat, we cheat
We see, we believe
We build, we damage
We wish and then we carelessly forfeit the needful.

For some employees working in a particular company for long is just an act of weakness and spinelessness. But the few that still gather the courage to remain with that boss, to keep reliance with that company are not weak.

A book I read recently, ‘Yes You Can’ by Sam Deep tells me that growth, talking in all terms you may think doesn’t all count to physical movement, you grow within before you grow without – so the philosophers also said. So, if you think growth will only come to your life if you move from that job you are now (that with the meagre pay) only to retire home either to start another job hunt or work on your long dreamed dreams, then you need a sit back, a proper reflect that will define your present state in relation to your future. Then, consider asking yourself some questions.

Ask yourself: Am I ready for this?
Is now the right ‘now’?
How much have I put into ME?

I am not saying you drop those big dreams, that you avoid taking bold steps, neither is it that you don’t fulfill your personal dream and achievement. But not every growth, development requires physical movement rather more of mental, intellectual and inner ability to be wholly responsible and ready to beat the titans of self discovery.

Three things are important for growth to occur in life, even without physical movement;
- How is the company you are now growing?
- How well have you grown personally, intellectually, in expertise etc with the company.
- How many external opportunities has your present state offered you?

What you should also know is, no matter how long it takes good things will always (some day) come your way, though the small ones have been effective, the bigger ones will surely come to you, all that’s required is a determined and prepared mind…
Remember: “Success is when preparation meets opportunity”. John Mason

So, how prepared are you for success in that next job, career you’re looking at? Opportunity will only wait till you master the necessary preparations, then and only then will your success come easy at you. And like the Bible confirms that those that believe and do His commandment will succeed, be fruitful on any land they live.

Your dream doesn’t have to be ‘BIG’ at first; it simply has to be full of B.I.G
B-brilliant ideas &
I – intelligent efforts that are
G – God inspired.

God could cause us to experience remarkable advancement while remaining in the same location as he did with Isaac in Genesis 26:1-3 even at a very harsh state.

You are who you are even before you move to a better place. Build yourself and you will build where you are or where you are going.

Work on yourself and know the right time to move on from there.

The Past Few Days

2009-02-25T02:45:00.000-08:00

The past few days
I have heard voices i can't understand.
The past few days
I've heard the moon speak tales, tales I’ve long foreseen.

The past few days
I have seen the whether change, with varying colour and atmosphere.
The past few days
I’ve seen the sun smile, a smile that reveals great misery to me.
The past few days
I have seen the rain pour heavily, on like I never saw
The rain poured me ideas, great ideas.

The past few days
I have seen and felt my foot ache, aches that made me trek miles
That brought fortune.
The past few days
I have heard my head spin, spin with hurts from memories
The past few days
I’ve heard my mind wonder, wonder about greatness of mighty strengths.

The past few days
I’ve felt my hand shiver, shiver to write words of inspirations
The past few days
I felt pains in my eyes, pains that brought nightmares
The past few days
I’ve heard my mouth speak, speak words that restored hopes and gave courage.
The past few days
I’ve felt my instinct grow, it has grown to the height of the saints.
The past few days
I’ve learnt a lot, learnt to live for what I have, and die for what I need.
The past few days
I’ve learnt that I am only the best me.
The past few days
I’ve seen the night growl, growls that hulled my fears.
The past few days
I’ve seen love grow; grow like it’s not fake.

The past few days
I’ve met people, people that gave me chances.
The past few days
I’ve heard my mom speak; speak choices to me from her tomb.
The past few days
I’ve shared thoughts, thoughts I always dread within me.
The past few days
I’ve learnt that life would only offer what you request.
The past few days
I’ve learnt that life could only be life if you keep it alive.
The past few days
I’ve learnt more about life.

Quote of the note: "Life is 10% what happens to you and 90% how you react to it."

'When Last i thought' 4

2009-02-23T04:22:00.001-08:00

The last part finally

When last i thought.....Sex
I wondered and pondered, the sweetness
And the bitterness, the pain and the gains
The fruits and the roots, the fin and the
Turns, the punishment and the achievement
Limitations, the conceptions and the
Abortions, the regulars and the disappeared
The flows and the rolls changing the game
And the agreement, slowly through the months
And the fun of sex, all run with nut.

When last i thought.....wealth
I thought vanity, vanity, vanity
I imagined an empty sky - what does
It hold?
An empty ocean - what does it benefit?
A rotten mouth before tasty meals - of what appeal?
Of what value a fortune without ground to tread?
Wealth - vanity in reality, vanity in eternity
Vanity! Vanity! Vanity!

When last i thought...hate
I wondered, i munched, i murmured to myself
Love and hate ...just a thin line
I love, i hate.
The shapes and faces, the sizes and classes
Beautiful and ugly, i loved, i hated.

When last i thought....destiny
I felt fulfilled, i felt disapproval,
I saw my feet on sands and my palms
On gold, i collected memories of prophecies,
Promises and shared with my destiny
I prayed seriously believing nothing but
My little hobbies, i played strong, just
To keep my hommies and suppress enemies
The counts of fortunes and blessings brings
Hopes to my thought. My dreams revive
Probing my characters to follow suit
I refrained and regained my hopes
Then restored my destiny in my thoughts
It's visible i said.

Quote of the note: Feelings of superiority or inferiority are the same. They both come from fear - Robert Anthony

JUST A LITTLE BIT OF ME.

2009-02-18T23:01:00.000-08:00

Just one bit, one bit alone will i give you
Just one bit of who i am
For long you've known me
Clowned me but suddenly you disowned me.

I have kept a little of me
Out of you, that i may have
A beautiful tool to use
A bit of me you ask, a bit
Of me i give you now.
You knew me to be cool but
You found out i could be nude
So what?

You knew me to be smart
But a bigger part of me is
Ever shy.
A tale of me i always told you
Whenever we see, but a little
Of it you always overlook.
Why?

Now, listen a little bit of me
I give you to consume...
Just a little bit of me you
Can now conclude.....
In your arms alone i find succour
This because you have made me secure
A bit of me desires to know more of you
But a big me pretends to already know
Enough of me.

I smelt a fool in me
But you made me see a big ME.
A bit of me i share
This bit of me that has made
Me grow this far.
A bit of me that has brought
Rights and experiences to me
That bit of me that occupies
My mind per minute.
That bit of me that is simply you.
Yes! You is that little bit of me.

Quote of the note: If you want to get big fleas, hang out with big dogs.

Defining the Image.

2009-02-11T22:54:00.000-08:00

Hmmm i wonder in ponder as usual.
Dreaming thoughts i had always wanted to end in reality. Each time i lay back i see pictures of my thoughts, i view doors of my vision open but i can't just see them in reality...Why?

I sleep, i dream big, dreams about mountains becoming valleys before me and valleys becoming routes to my great destiny. But life just denies the essentials. Sections and segments of my life are painted red, written faintly, dimly shining, yet invisibly glorious. Day after day i know and confirm that tomorrow will be better, but will tomorrow ever come today or someday? The difference between fiction and reality is that fiction has to make sense;sense to whoever has the sense to perceive - good or bad.
Moments could be good, fair, demanding, torturing, deceitful, ignorant....but hearts, true hearts redeem desires long started only for bleeding days and sleepless nights.

Life is good, it's beautiful, but definitely, life is funny as well as.....LIFE. The last time i spent with my alter being and shared my mind, i felt pity unhappy, i couldn't stop shedding tears of joy and sadness; cos life is all about that anyway, though i love life, say 50% i do. The pestering question is why don't i love nor appreciate life? It's got offers you know...i repeat, good and bad, and i believe the best comes to the best worked, diligent, steadfast and i quote everyone the destined and desirous.

But...where do i fall, the good, the bad or the ugly? I need a check, but (again) how come i can't just figure that out? Am i too shy (100%), reserved (96%), adventurous (100&)to be noticed who i really am - i seriously miss the old me. Now the new me wants all that strict educative/imp active work, any good thing that will influence my society and generation...CUT!
It's not all working out, why? why? why? I ask myself the same questions each day, hour, seconds and blue eyes.
Doing too good is not doing too well, travel the miles and return , life is all about learning, someone said the best school is the school of life - LIFE. How long has it been, have been the same thing, THING?---No, this sane issue, yes issue, it's an issue you know..Life.

From poetry definition of it to prose, short story, song etc i keep defining and have no real dig to it yet. What do i do? A suggestion i once thought - only the dead can really explain it, but i don't have to die to, A writer is better gone through an experience/situation before writing about it, it helps. My wishes come and slip off like the cloud movements...but now i have vowed to cling to them like forever. Yes i can and i will!

Quote of the note: Like a teabag, a man is not worth much until he has been through some hot water.

"When Last i thought...(3)

2009-02-02T09:00:00.000-08:00

Still on it,

When last i thought ....a child!
I felt rage, i felt joy, love for
A new bor, fear of the 9months.
The early mornings, the diziness by
The day and the suspense of guilt
I held my tommy and felt the purge
Of my womb, the desire to bear within
A future, a reasonable, achievable and
Meaningful future. The chest bears nauseas
And the eyeballs weakness, the glands gets fuller
And the thighs bigger, when all sees and belges, but the
Tommy says it all bulging, bulging ....and the awaited tears
Comes to life, revealing a new hope, a new member and a better
Reason to be alive. To regenarate.

When last i thought.....Marriage
I loved you, i wanted it, i dread to
Go near it. I knew it, i always did, but
The wrong side to it. I wanted it, it's beauty
It's filt, it's glamour and it's clamour, it's
Flavour and it's rigour, splendor and 'set-ups'
I thought it good, but times proved it unfruitful,
Felt it had so much goodness as some say, but only
Seen only its foolness. The demands and remands the
Commitment and consentment/resentment
The bears and fears, the treasures and the pressures,
The love and fears, the love and the lust.
Marriage....it's got so much carriage.

When last i thought Sanity....
I felt insane, i called my mane and named it cain,
I composed some notes, i thought they would restore
Me back to my folks.But not really.
Sanity, insanity, madness and
The firmness. The reason to live, and a season to be
Bereaved, a time to be released and a time to be in total
Mischieve, the sanity of having to be living makes
One go thinking "all can't be done quickly, it takes a mile
And a tick to make a real ink on a grave".

When last i thought HELL.....!
I lost still, i dread sin and clutched to
Holiness, i kept peace with my pieces, never
Assumed greatness but conserved humility, I
burnt my finger by day to drop a lesson in my
Brain..."hell is real" said a voice.
I heard voices pleading for freedom and throats
Thirsty, but the master gave more laughter.
I called to the unaware and determined to pass
The message even to the tombs, but...but
I dropped off, i journed in life, just as it
Placed on my palms a similingly bigger mission.
What the Hell!

When last i thought.....Wealth

"When Last i thought..." (2)

2009-01-26T22:33:00.000-08:00

Hey there, you doing good?

Ok, here the later parts go.....

When last i thought peace...
I saw the wars cool like the still waters,corpse
Resurrection, i called to the dip, seeking for peace!
Peace and more peace! Then the wars and clobs,
The fights and the fronts went still, still, never to Return for pain but for gain.

When last i thought paradise...
I heard silence, i swallowed day,
I dreamnt sleep and woke dreaming,
I imagined the trees and the leaves
Sweeping the breeze, and the lilies
Reaping beauties, the sun shown with
Freshness and strenght, gently melting
Mildness to the skin and the birds sang,
Sang toasts to my ears, making splendor my
Longness, the cherries appears tasty,the wilds
Carried beared calmness, stroding the paths and
Mimicking my smiles. I loved it, i cherished it,
Paradise long lost paradise, beauty in escapade
Peace in wholeness, serenity adorned
Happiness personified.

When last i thought being a child.....

Quote of the day: "Everything that has value has a cost to it".

"When Last i Thought..." (1)

2009-01-15T23:32:00.000-08:00

Hello, it's a lovely morning again and you're alive then enjoy the day with this

I am not in the best of my moods now but the best i could do is encourage myself and put on a stronger personality 'cos i know it will only get better.

I have series of thoughts that roamed my mind few months back and ever since tarried in my mind....i'll share them and although it might take a few days before i finish up with the uploads (guess that's why it's called series) but i'll definitely.

There are times you think about somethings, you know;things that have long happened to you, things happening to you now, and definitely things yet to come...these thoughts either scare you or makes you bolder, considering what these thoughts do to you the mind finds it hard to elude such thoughts from the mind and daily they oppress our daily affairs.
The thoughts in words:

"When Last i Thought..."
When last i thought i was going to die,
I dread death, i called it fake then said it true
But it never showed up...thanks

When last i thought success, i felt it huge,
Saw me in mansion, saw me commanding and sending,
Saw me big and aspiring, but suddenly it did me good
And left me a book on making it real.

When last i thought love, i spoke it real
I called it loud, seeming in love, treading
The lot and sharing my lust, but it shot down
On me, failing my desires and passions, giving me
An alternative to lust and never to seek love
Then i thought, now i sought......

to be continued...

Do enjoy your day and make sure you get the best you can out of life.
Live life and enjoy!
Cheers.

When men are real men

2009-01-08T06:09:00.000-08:00

Hello, how're you doing?

Just felt like sharing an issue that boders me most times, 'cos at times i wonder why some men behave the way they do, act and 'indulge'. Ok, here i put it this way;

Men are great. They make things happen, they make the earth revolve about us (women), but definitely they can really be a pain in the heart-you agree?

A statement I agree with souly is that which says; "when a man is a man three beings exist within him- A KING, A BOY and A FOOL!

I am serious, take a deep look into every man-and I mean A MAN you know..........(pause).See the truth?

Now, I'll take a trip into the three characters to share their individual personalities. In every man there's an amount of a king (that man that says he's 'the man' even if he's got what it takes or not.) A reason every man claims the governor over every woman-younger or older than him. True?

Secondly is 'the boy' in every man, a part of him wants to be toyed with, wants to be treated like a baby that needs some pampering and extra care. The boy in every man is seasonal, it happens to be lowest in men, because the king has the highest rank.

Pride is a larger part of human beings-but stands real tall in men-'the real men'. And that they express in two characters-'the king and the boy' that knows absolutely nothing. See what I mean, a man gets home earlier than his wife, and he sits down watching the match all in wait for the so-called wife to come prepare dinner....hmmm she's also expected to make arrangement against the next day-while he sees the matches?

Now, that's the king, the boy and the fool all exhibited at one instance. HE IS A MAN RIGHT!

Let me leave that for that. Then the fool, the fool in a man is the real foolishness that exists- I am been frank here please. So many examples tarry for the foolishness or you follow the term-minute madness/craziness in every being, but the man's got a plague to it.

Wait, who says a woman's foolishness isn't absurd as well, but.........

So, when the fool in a man comes up, then the going gets tough and surely the tough must get going for a strong and tough woman as well.

A woman, a real woman needs some level of courage and manner to get going with all these attributes-good/bad men possesses.

Again I say, MEN ARE GREAT! We (woman) need them, who wouldn't accept that, pretend you don't appreciate men and I sue you for lie.

It's alright, men are good, bad, dangerous, heartbreakers,lovely, romantic, unromantic, nice, and ETC, ETC, ETC, but leaving and maintaining with the odds in them is quite challenging right?
But what we do?------NOTHING OR SOMETHING

YOU KNOW..? SUGGEST.

The answer, nothing much like; like, love, cherish, adore, receive, marry, understand and....................................add yours, but every woman needs a man in her life.YES SHE DOES!

Finally, every man admits one fact-women are 100% needed in their lifes, if not........what will happen.........

A man told me are:
W-eight
0- n every
M-AN.
Therefore, men learn to bear the extra weight-the woman along with the KING, BOY and FOOL you posses.

NOTE: The king, boy and fool was based on a general research.

Hope you enjoyed it, please send in your views, comments and corrections they'll are welcomed...alright i've to gte back to writing now.
Remember be good to you, honour yourself and live life full.

Quote of the day: "When the people we love are stolen from us, the only way to keep them is to never stop loving them. People die, buildings burn, but eternal love lasts forever". ~ Anonymous

Just Random Thoughts...

2009-01-07T05:53:00.000-08:00

I am very happy!

First, it's a new year and things are really falling in the right places for me just in the second week of the first month in the year 2009 i have two major testimonies...(i'll tell later) but surely it will be a blissful year. Today marks the birth of my blog and that also adds to my joy and few achivements for the year.

As i've always heard that it's quite easy to start a blog but continuous updates is a major ish, of course you can't deny your career of it's priorities and at times it all gets hectic and demanding that the blog and 'co.' just has to wait...quite acceptable right? One thing i've learnt to do in life - 'start something and finish sooner or later' and so far i can attest to huge success with that.

At this moment i have loads of thoughts roaming my mind but just to put things right i would like to officially welcome myself and you, yes you! I ponder alot about 'now' things, things to come and the ones long gone, things i read, see and imagine, these things i have longed to share on a neutral level with a larger audience and here i am with yet another medium to express my deep thinkings, adventures, secrets, inspirations, ideas, imaginations, hallucinations,dreams, emotions and relationship experiences in a world i consider lovely as well as deadly.

While i get back to putting my thoughts together, ponder on this short poem:

This i live by...The most selfish one letter word..........."I" -- Avoid it. The most satisfying two-letterword........"WE" -- Use it. The most poisonous three-letter word......."EGO" -- Kill it. The most used four-letter word........"LOVE" -- Value.

Back to my random thoughts now...bye and cherish your thoughts.

I'm out!