Darn Vegas!

So a few days ago I took a chance and did something...well, crazy beautiful. I dunno why or even care, neither do I care about the aftermath. The only thing I wonder at is how crazy I can be...:). I took a chance, let go of my cares and fears and did something I otherwise would never ever have ever thought of doing. I might never do it again but I did it and a part of me is glad. A part of me is still waiting for the storm to come, but i anticipate it bravely with gusto and my head held high. I am glad I will not have to spend the rest of my life wondering what woulda happened if I had taken the chance and ran with it. Whatever the case. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, so Shhhhh......

I dunno but somehow this song seems apropos

What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas,
but what if it don't
What happens in my head, stays in my head,
but sometimes it won't
What if you knew what I was thinkin',
would it make you like WOAH,
I don't wanna risk, putting my foot in this,
so I keep my mouth closed
All you hear is...

(mmm mm mmm mm mm)
Can I button my lip so the truth don't slip?
(mmm mm mmm mm mm)
Gotta bleep out what I really wanna shout
Whoops!,
Did I say out loud, did you find out?!
I want to have your babies,
Get serious like crazy
I want to have your babies,
I see 'em springing up like daisies

Some of my feelings keep escapin',
so I make it a joke
Non chalant I keep on faking,
so my heart don't get broke
I'm in a big big big big ocean, in a tiny little boat
I'm known to put the idea out there,
if I know it's gonna float
All you hear is...

(mmm mm mmm mm mm)
Can I button my lip so the truth don't slip?
(mmm mm mmm mm mm)
Gotta bleep out what I really wanna shout
Whoops!,
Did I say out loud, did you find out?!
I want to have your babies,
Get serious like crazy
I want to have your babies,
I see 'em springing up like daisies

Cause in my head there's a slot machine,
and I'm betting your the one in my hopes and dreams
Trust me it would scare you if you knew what was going on in my brain
Trust me it would scare you that I picked the church, or their school, or their names
If you knew it was all about you,
every wish, every candle, every coin in the fountain
Trust me it'd scare you
That's why I go

(mmm mm mmm mm mm)
Yeah, Oh Yeah

(mmm mm mmm mm mm)
Can I button my lip so the truth don't slip?
(mmm mm mmm mm mm)
Gotta bleep out what I really wanna shout
Whoops!,
Did I say out loud, did you find out?! (yeah)
I want to have your babies,
Get serious like crazy
I want to have your babies,
I see 'em springing up like daisies


....Or something like it... *grinning like a Cheshire cat*

My manic Mondays

Growing up, I used to love Mondays so so much. People may wonder how or why. I'll tell you.
Well, it was like this. I had a very strict Dad who was also a workaholic (throughout all his years working in a government establishment, he never took a day off, not even for a sick leave) which was really good for us kids. When the cat is away, the mice kids will play (read: lounge, relax and flex). That was how Mondays came to be my favourite day of the week and Saturdays my worst (aside that my Dad would be home on Saturdays, they were usually house cleaning days).
In the days i left the house for campus, Mondays were not necessarily my favourite days but they definitely were not my worst. Sometimes i actually used to look forward to Mondays, because it was a time to actually show off my new baffs or see some classmates and talk about the parties that happened over the weekend or preparing for the shows coming up that week. Depending on the greatness/newness of my outfit, I was pretty cool with Mondays. All in all i guess i loved all days equally.
When my Dad retired, i became indifferent about all days, they were all the same to me cos the Big cat used to go out or travel only when he needed to and that could be any day of any given week.
Now when i started to work, i didn't love Mondays as much anymore but i know i didn't hate it. In the first days of the job, i loved my job so much. I was working in an organisation i said i wanted to work in, although in an entirely different capacity than i anticipated but whattheheck! I used to love my job so much I'd go to work on Saturdays and sometimes on Sundays after church too. So Mondays were okay by me. In fact when i heard people complain about Mondays i used to feel sorry for them, until recently
Two Sundays ago, i couldn't believe how much i was dreading the day to end and hoping for Monday to not come. You see, it has never been like this for me and it got me thinking....Am i getting bored with work? Do i hate my job? Am i getting frustrated? is it just my job or Lagos in general? Either ways, i don't like the feeling and i sure as anything do not want it. So again  i pray:
Dear God,
Please don't let me turn into one of those people who write poems, songs or books and even build entire worlds of philosophy on how much they hate Mondays. I might not love it as much as Saturdays now, please put the spark back in my Mondays. Rekindle our love life, me and Mondays. In any case Lord, let me be at least okay with it. Thank You in advance.
xx

I'm every woman,and then some.

I may appear perfect, but I am flawed
I may be strong, but I can bend
I may be flexible, but I can break
If you hurt me, I will feel pain
If I feel pain, I will cry
If I cry, tears will flow
If you prick me, I will bleed
When I bleed, red blood flows out of my veins
If you love me, I will bloom
like every flower I blossom 
with tender care and loving kindness
I am all woman, I am all human

Trust

I know you've seen lotta things in your life

That got you feeling like this can't be right

I won't hurt you, I'm down for you baby,

-Keyshia Cole

Now I've been around the earth for almost thirty years, and in all my living and wandering I've seen a lot, read a lot, heard a lot, done a lot and said a lot. Now i may not see or know it all but I know there's a lot more to experience while knowing that these experiences have formed a large part of who I am.

In Keyshia Cole's song 'trust', it just seems like what every guy I've been in any relationship with has been trynna tell me (or maybe I am being too magnanimous with my opinions). Once in a while I try to under-go self appraisal in every department of my life, in the emotions department and relationships sub-unit I have come to realize that i am a major saboteur of the same.

I have been in denial for most of my life; that I am not a product of my past, that my past has in no way shaped or influenced me negatively, that my past is just that, past, that I wouldn't change my past if given the chance to. I have argued time and again that being from an extensively shattered, extremely polygamous home has in no way affected me, my mindset, my attitude to men and relationships. Hogwash!!!!!!!

I find I am wary of every guy I come across that isn't directly related to me (by blood). I am suspicious of every guy I might want to be in relationship with. I prosecute, convict and judge every guy before they even say the first word.

I have survived all of the breaking-up, polygamy, moving in and out of family houses, shuffling and remixing of my family, hurt, pain and much more. I have survived quite alright but I am afraid that beneath all the cosmetic surgery and expensive make-up the scars still remain present and run deep. As a result, I don't think I can survive a bad relationship, though a part of me wants to love and love completely but God help me and the guy who loves me and that I love right back. I dunno if I can believe him even if he repeats Keyshia's words over and over again until they become a mantra.

I still feel that way....

I've seen lotta things in my life

That got me feeling like tis can't be right

You will hurt me

You're down for me (and every other female that bats her eyes at you)

Xxxx

Truth is relative

Like I always say, 'Tell yourself a lie often enough and it could become the truth...to you at least'. I mean, who's to say blue is blue and green is green? How do we know that lilac isn't really crimson, magenta really mauve and tangerine, beige?

Your law is a law unto yourself until I, by choice or circumstance, choose to be bound by your constitution. If I don't want to be bound by the Nigerian constitution I could move to Egypt.

Much as I agree that without laws and penalties chaos is inevitable, yet I ask 'who makes up the rules?' Why should I be subject to a fallible man's choices and opinion on what/who is right and wrong (and these are mostly whimsical)?'

Does that make me a rebel? Maybe. Does that make me irrational? Absolutely not.

Quote mi...

I think you should do what makes you happy and doing what makes you happy is sometimes scarier and harder than doing what is safe-Anonymous

After the fat lady sings....

When the music fades, and the curtains are drawn. When the crowd dissipates, albeit slowly, endlessly but eventually. When the darkness descends like a veil and the subsequent silence permeates even to your innards, You are aware of the solitude into your soul. After all is said and done, all you have left are the memories.

The memories...your memories; the good, the bad, the ugly and the scary. Like a lonely desperate housewife watching re-runs of her favourite soap opera, these memories keep you going. They make the saying "what doesn't kill you,makes you stronger" ring true even in your own situation.

These memories help you come to the realization that no matter how good or bad your issues are, you are gonna get through them and with fond memories too. They make you see things in a lighter perspective, knowing that these things don't last forever. Nothing lasts forever, not winter and not summer, but your thoughts are gonna be with you for always.

When my day is done, late at night, i try to reflect on my life; Past, present and future. I hang on to these memories. The good times I remember overwhelms the bad ones. The nasty scary things I've been through, the stupid foolish things I've done cannot be too much for the good ones to overshadow. So i know now that no matter how bad i feel now, it own't last long. Eventually all the pain will go away and all that will be left with me are my memories.

Life is a long road that i'm gonna have to keep walking; no options, no alternatives. Love is a journey that i'm gonna have to undertake, God help me. On this journey along this road there'll be bumps and stops but like a wise person once told me, "it's all bus-stops taking you on to the next one". I'm gonna have to keep walking on the lonely pilgrimage. The bend on the road ain't the end of the road, so i'll take this trip with my memories as my hitch-hiking partner and i'll be loving every minute of it.