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….
Monday, October 25, 2010
Friday, September 24, 2010
My Coffee Cup
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!
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!
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
I wont send roses
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
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
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.
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.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
APPRECIATING SIMPLE PLEASURES
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.
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.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
“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.
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.
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.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
SUMMERTIME
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?
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?
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