ONLY YOU CAN MAKE YOU FEEL GOOD!

woke up with a lot on my mind this morning. You know that feeling of being abandoned by people you will naturally give your all for? today feels like world forsake friends day. smh* its so painful because it seems like i am entitled to their loyalty, its just so weird, unpleasant and so not right.
It can't be that bad na! there are still a few good people around but im so stuck up with this feeling that i can't even think straight. I miss my friends badly. The ones with whom i have done alot ☀̤̣̈̇f stupid things with. It's sad but hey! Like someone i know always says, "you cannot be friends with twenty people for twenty years" people grow, things change, deal with it!

Listening to certain songs sef doesn't help my already sad and pathetic situation. I hug snow flake tight, by the way, thats the name i gave to my new teddy bear. I am still in my nightie i am generally feeling sorry for myself. I imagine a million and one things i and my friends would have been doing now. A nostalgic jaunt down memory lane and i catch myself giggling. good days eh! smh*

I ask myself why i feel like this and the answer is not far fetched. A call or a ping from that person that rocks my boat, that isn't coming and even the fact that nobody gave me sallah meat :-( jeez!!! how cheezy.
I pull myself together and spoil myself and pamper myself a little(there is no use being sad for all the wrong reasons). Nobody hangs around a sad polzin abi? if i cant make me happy, who will? Sometimes i ask myself, if push comes to shove, will my darling rabbits be there for me? I guess i may never know until the time comes.
Shout out to all those we treat as top priority, who treat us like options and plan B! God is watching you on 3D HD. For now, im busy loving me please #DND#(do not disturb). See what not eating sallah meat has caused? Chai ayaf kolo finish(covering face).
Happy holiday people!

LOVE AND TRADITION.......

Beautiful people of God's green earth. Thanks to my winchie network, i couldnt gist with you last weekend and thanks to house maintenance job,i found a long forgotten treasure of mine (my poetry book). Its indeed funny, how much has changed about me. i decided to show you darlings, my first attempt at poetry and i hope you will like it*big grin#

Oh my dear child! oh mma mma,

You who mother has loved

You who papa has failed show love,

Is it you who has grown this much like ripe banana?

Is it sweet you who many suitors clamour for?

Papa rejoices because of your bride price

He drinks palmie like camels drink water

He does nothing in the name of tradition

What is it that you are worried about?

What is it that puts fear in your liver?

Do you fear what your parents are?

Could you be worried about the soothsayer?

What is it your heart tells you?

Why fear to love?

Its a choice you must make alone

Is it Udeme who gives you joy?

Is it who tradition forbids you to love?

You may love who your heart chooses.

Love him like mama loves you.

Think not of what papa has done to your pride

Make that choice only you can make

Let no one take your happiness from you

Not even Ekpe.

CLOSE SHAVE

As i sit down to blog, something tells me i ought to give my testimony in a church that is filled to  capacity. As e no come be sunday na, lemme just improvise na. Now, my dear readers become my church congregation *giggling*

Praiiiiiiiiiiiise the lord! hmm. my testimony goes thus. For sometime now, the weather has been blustery and rainy and so at the very moment it became sunny, i seized the opportunity to tend to some business i ought to have  handled earlier than now but for lagos rain. i set out quite early to the bank as i was determined to accomplish as much as i could. let me quickly chip in that i fly bikes more than the average secondary school rebel flies his shirt*clears throat but on this fateful day, i couldnt trust the weather and i wanted to avoid stories that touch, so i  did it the good old way.

I jumped in a bus as quickly as i could and within a short time, i was at the world famous Alaba international market. I carried out some transactions in the bank, made some withdrawals to take care of business. It wasn't long before i hit the road, waiting for a commuter bus. Trust lagos crowd na as soon as a danfo bus was in sight, we all made for the bus as fast as our legs could carry us. My fellow people! The rushing no be here! *smh. As i tried to get into the bus i felt somebody touch me and in a Split second, he stole my wallet. Oh my! The village girl in me came out without warning and i grabbed the guy and shouted ole! Ole! And he dropped my wallet on the floor like hot potatoe. onlookers quickly started slapping and punching the theif. I felt lucky that i was sharp enough to catch him. Truth be told, i was scared he might get killed (jungle justice and all). i silently prayed he would'nt get killed because of me. The guy must have been watching lots of foreign movies sha! He escaped and i thanked my stars. wheeew! close shave indeed! Who says God doesn't answer prayers?