Tuesday, December 16, 2008
So anyways i missed all and i'll try to find a way around my boss's....what's the word i'm looking for here....anyhoo, i'll do like the Terminator and Be Back.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
But above and beyond all of your fickle feelings, you remember the words you have read and known; 'the just shall live by faith', and '...we walk by faith and not by sight', and 'for we are not moved by what we see for the things we see are temporal....', and 'our God is able to make all grace abound to us', and '...His grace is sufficient for us', and '...for it is in our weakness that His strenght is made perfect....', and most of all 1st Corinthians 10:13. How can i neglect 1st John 4:4 or Romans 8:37, for i have overcome and i am more than a conqueror no matter how it seems....for i am like mount Zion that cannot be moved, no, not by what i see or what i feel, because the things i see, the things i feel do not change what is. God is God irrespective of what i see or feel, Truth is the truth, and i must see it as that. Simple.
Sunday, October 19, 2008
So here i am grateful to God that i even have one at all. I coulda been one of them kids who never met their father, i coulda been one of them kids whose fathers denied them but no i'm not. I coulda been one of those kids with an irresponsible father who refuses to even pay any sorta attention to the kids he brought forth, but i'm not. I coulda been one of the kids with a fetish father, who took them through all sorts and gave them over to loads of ungodly covenants, but no. I coulda been born to one of them fathers who sleeps with their daughters, but no. I coulda been born to a father who's always in the news and not for good reports, but i wasn't. I coulda been born to a father who doesn't place any sorta emphasis on good education or even any education at all. I coulda been born to one of them fathers who marries his daughter out to old strangers as some sorta payment to a debt. I coulda been born to one of those fathers who betrothed his daughter out immediately she's born. My Dad coulda given me out as a slave to one of them buyers. He coulda put me up for sale to the highest bidder. He coulda held back all the good he gave. He coulda killed for no reason. He coulda made my Mum abort me for some reason. He coulda given me to some useless, random uncle to take care of me.
Now i don't mean to be insensitive, or plain mean and cruel especially since i know that there are fathers like these out there who are special in their own way. I don't mean also to say that my father is flawless and the perfect dad, Au la contraire, he's far from the dream of ideal dad,very. I know he isn't perfect but he sure isn't the worst of the lot. He not everyone's fantasy but he does his best. He may not give anything but i took some ideals and values and morals from him. It may or may not end well but he led me off to a good start. No matter how bad it got,i'm still here, we're still here. He gave me a wonderful wonderful sister and a lovely mother. He is a good provider and a better fall-back. Now i may not sense, see, or even feel it but i know in his own 'unique' way, he loves me, us. He may not have always been sweet and sensitive but he made me the strong lady i am today. He may not always have been an ideal but he led me to look for and find the Ideal, God. He may not always have given me all the luxuries i 'wanted' but he set standards for me. He may not be the perfect role model but he made me able to seek for what i believe a real man should be. He may have been strict bordering on mean but he curbed a lot of my excesses that woulda been my undoing. He may have been too principled but he protected me from some S & S. For the accommodation, food, shelter, money, education, clothes but most of all for choosing to be a vessel through which i was born and for allowing God to use you as my Caretaker i am eternally grateful.
And for these and more i am thankful for the man i call Daddy.
Friday, October 17, 2008
So anyways, here i am counting my blessing and trynna name them one by one, how hard can that be right? Well let's see....
First i thank God for my Life:
If nothing else, this is more than enough. From even before i knew me, the odds have been against me, but time and again I've beat those odds. When i was a year old i was sick for over a year, such that no one thought I'd survive it, but still God kept me and made me the fattest, cutest strongest baby who grew into the slimmest cutest strongest babe.
As i was growing up, i recall more than a few times when I've had brushes with danger and death but again and again I've escaped such that not one person even knew what i was coming from. The most recent being my brush with a train...yeah, you got that right! Who'd have thunk it? I was in a vehicle that got hit by a train and was dragged for several metres but still i came out unscathed, was injured a bit but then not so much that I'm scarred for life, now if that ain't grace I'll never know what is.
I know I'm not where i oughta be in my life right now, but i most definitely am not where i was before. It's dynamic, and so am i, and I'm soooo thankful for that. Thankful that i can see where I'm going and it's such a beautiful place. The road is not all flowers and candy, but it's not all rocky and craggy either. If i must say so myself it's a wonderful life.
I have seen the best of times and the worst of times but I'm still on top of it all. I'm coming out and i can still hold my head up high and say really and truly that it's alright, i'm okay. That i can look at where i'm coming from and be proud bout my past. That in all my twenny- odd years i have few to zero regrets. If that isn't something to be thankful for, then I'm clueless bout these things....
Thursday, October 16, 2008
These guys seem like all that i should want with great potential, but chemistry? Zero. Now my question is this; How important is Chemistry in any relationship? Is sexual attraction over-rated? Am i being shallow and narrow-minded if i want a man that will touch me and make me shiver, or whose thoughts gimme goose-pimples or when i think of him a mischievous smile creeps across my face? How important really is all this?
I place a Lotta emphasis on physical and sexual attraction, i always have, might always will....remember this song by Betty Everett- It's in In his kiss, well I'm a strong believer in that. Now I'm not saying go on and kiss every guy you meet but somethings have to spark when you're together, you know?!
The issue is it keeps happening time and again, now the ironic thing is the one that is a dream come true is too good to be true. Again I ask, Is it only me?
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
OK, let's start with our clothes; I'm still at a loss whose outfits are more "stressful" between the Indians and Nigerians, yeah they wear Saris and they are not just like press buttons to wear, i mean much more skill is needed to wear a sari correctly than to make love, but when you look at the simpleness of the saris and more so salwar kameez suits...but when it comes to a traditional Nigerian outfit, before we even go too far the gele takpamkpa, head gears and what-nots are a different ball game entirely. I remember two people spending over thirty minutes trynna tie the gele for my cousin who was getting married (get a load of that), did i neglect to mention that it was two geles at once, the day before was the whole beading process, makes me shudder to think of my own wedding day(s). I daresay if you're not tying something on top, you're twisting something at the bottom or smack dab in the middle.
Do not even get me started on our foods and recipes; the pounded yams, fufus, akpus, starch and bangas...i could go on forever. As far as the average Nigerian is concerned if it's cooked in under 30 minutes it can't be done enough to eat. The whole fast food thing hasn't even begun to sink in their minds yet. The average man sizes his wife up by her ability to clean and cook and not just the basics, I'm talking bout hard-hitting stuff here. I mean i went for a job interview and was asked if i knew how to cook (uh?) to which i answered "yes,"
the next question outta the interviewers mouth was "what's the best thing you can cook"
and i replied " Plantain"
and then he looked at me stunned and was like " Maybe you didn't hear the question, i said the best thing you can cook?" to which i repeated my answer and he kept looking at me incredulously like...is that your final answer.....you still have two lifelines...are you sure, final answer. I mean hang a Nigerian girl for enjoying eating junk-food and cooking plantain?
It's like having a hard life is the culture, as for me, i beg to differ.
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
For decades and indeed centuries, the role of women and women as individuals has been subjugated, downtrodden and downcast so much so that a woman is perceived as an 'object' which bends and bows to every childish, silly, over-excited, testosterone-driven whim of a man. The woman's struggle for emancipation has been since the beginning and may very well last till the end of time. I mean when the men stop getting their kicks from disrespecting women, who's gonna pay attention to them? Who's gonna be next in the "line of fire"? Will it be the kids? (even men won't sink that low... or will they?) or could be with their fellow brutish specie (like they have the courage to pick on some one their own size).
True enough, God made the woman from the man, no arguments there. It's also probable that we are a fickle species (why do you think we are so interesting and mysterious, not to talk of interested in them). And it's a fact that I, as a Christian, and probably most of the other religions- Have God adjuring women to be Submissive to their husbands. In fact the Bible clearly commands me to respect my husband, but in the light of all this the men being the first to be created of the two ( and therefore older right?) and the more stable ( if we are more fickle) have the greater responsibility to love their wives ( You go macho man!). Is it then sensible to say that if men expect submission and respect from women they should in turn love these women. Needless to say love is tantamount to respect, you can't separate the two, they go together like white on rice. To put it in words that even 'they' will understand, if you want me to respect you and submit to you, you have to respect me and love me! Somehow i find it hard to believe that men who have women walking around half-naked, held captive or locked-up in a harem, shaking their tail-feathers and strutting their stuff in music videos, advertisements and other multimedia have ever really loved any woman talk less of respecting them (that would be too much to handle).
It has been said that there is some sort of relationship (irony, i think) between the negative actions we portray and our hidden inner insecurities. For instance, the Eiffel tower n France was said to have been built by the French king at that time to make up for his inadequacies as concerns his size ( if you know what i mean) also recall Lord Farquahh in Shrek 2(getting the gist now?), and then the myth that short men love big cars, houses e.t.c. Much as i admire Dbanj (Congratulations on your MTV award and all the others) and his charisma, his suave and charm leaves a lot to be desired. I mean, with all the much ado about; his "koko", anaconda, kokolets, him always talking bout hitting it, smacking that and getting some, i really have to wonder if, when it comes to Dbanj, the "koko" really is "no long thing". Gimme a break Dbanj and tell me something new, something that won't offend my ears, something I'd like to hear or better still put your money where your mouth is. No offense and definitely no biffs.
If you have a beautiful Monet or Picasso, would you use it as some sorta tray for nik-naks or maybe as fuel for your fireplace. No, i don't think so. You're gonna put it in the best lighted spot in your favorite room where you and others can see it and admire it with reverence and if possible you're gonna put a 2-mile electric fence around it. In the same vein, a woman and indeed sex is beautiful and thus must be respected as such. It really is simple: If you love it, respect it. If you have ever loved a woman then respect women. If sex is beautiful then respect sex. In all their diversities. Capisce?!
No long thing!