Freshers Week!!!

For all those that expressed sincere concern when I was violated, thank you very much. For those that laughed at me, well I know my true friends now. For those that I called or text (you know yourselves) and did not respond, well I have no comment for you.I am still bruised, scarred and traumatised!!! (LOL)

Back to the post!! Its just full of random stuff but anyway

....No I'm not a fresher. It's just freshers week at my uni...they moved in and now the campus if heaving with these people, children to say the least! Someone made mention that all the people that start uni this year were born in the 90's....gosh I feel so old!!! Don''t you?

Anyways on a different note.........after so much back and forthing (does that even exist?) I finally met mizchief. I randomly chose somewhere to meet...guess where..lol Camden Market. Seeing as in all my years in this country,I hadnt been there, I thought we might as well both be tourists and roam the streets of camden. The babe said that place is scary, why do you want to go there? (I didnt get the hint), I said, haba, its afternoon, we will be fine.


I got there!!! Ha....nah its inexplicable! Heres why!



90% of the crowd had likeness in one form or the other to that guy with his red hair.

I think she took some pictures of the place but mehn, I looked like a blonde public school (fee paying school) girl in a university like Thames Valley or Brunel. Anyways I was lost and to top it up Mizchief had been there before! *Hiss* So it kinda ruined the excitement and she turned out to be showing me around...(bad bad). But it was fun anyway, I only had like and hour or so to spare so it was a short meeting. But trust me, she is as crazy as she sounds in her blogs.

Oh and she bought a T-shirt..with a large figure 8 on it...enough said!!! Fits her too much...go figure!!! Haha.

I is out!!

Later

Oh and needless to say that this is my favourite song of all time...ok maybe not all time but a fusion of these 2 artists will arouse the ....em yeah, you get what I mean. This was just too good.
Kinda the bases for some random decisions I took last week...haha!!! (Nope I'm not telling). But look at the video and tell me you disagree, then I shall assume you are either not normal or just lacking sensitivity...(lol no offence)



Violated!!!!

So I was jejely in my bed the other day, pretty much the whole day.

It was a sunday, nothing to do. I'd just seen Titanic for God knows how many times and I still cried, especially when the old couple were in their bed, hugging each other and ready for death!!! Ah, not only is that mad love but confidence and acceptance of the fact that they have lived their lives and are ready to go. Hmm, I'm not quite sure but I don't think I can be in that frame of mind for a while....I dare say its only the elderly that can have that frame of mind...any other person that tells me they are, is chatting shit as far as I'm concerned....I digress.

Yeah so I had managed to get a shower and make some curry at about 8pm when my friend called me and demanded that I come to her house. She'd been begging and she was on her way to pick another of my friends up so I had to get dressed and wait for her. Got into my track suit bottoms, t shirt and hoodie...(something befitting for the night I presumed).

We got there and they got down to their naija movies, of which I'm not a big fan of...so most of what I did was criticize the whole thing and rant on and on about the steeeewwwpid movie!!!

As my boredom increased I asked my friend if she had some garri for babes. She did.....(now thats my kinda host) plus she had groundnuts too...and I was good to go.

I got to the kitchen, put my garri in the bowl, with sugar and groundnuts and then halt! No water. Have I mentioned that I don't drink tap water? No? Well, I dont, so if you dont have bottled water, dont offer me water or anything that I have to mix with water, i.e ribena and the lot.

She came into the kitchen and was like ohhh sorry, but you can use tap water now!! I looked at her and shook my head, thinking, I cant have this conversation with you again. Then she opened the fridge and found a small bottle of vittel and was like oh here's some water...use this and if it isnt enough, you can get some from the kettle and use some ice.

I did exactly as she told me.....the whole process seemed long but mehn I was bent on getting some garri that evening. I mixed it all up and as I walked into the living room, I took one spoon of the garri and it just didnt feel right

Yes!!!!!!!! My tongue was burrrrrrrning, unfortunately, some of it found its way down my throat and my throat literally fried at the feeling. I screamed and said to her, What the f*** was in that bottle???

You know what she said??? She walked towards me and was like oh my God, I am so so sorry.

It was VODKA!!!!!!!!!!

Man I was pisssedddd. She then said that her housemate had emptied the water in the bottle and filled it with vodka cos she was going clubbing and didnt want to buy any drinks at the club. All she wanted to do was buy coke at the bar and mix it with her own vodka....CHEAPSKATE OSHI!!!!

Ok maybe not....sorry to say that, she is a student like me and she has every right to do as she pleases. But damn I was so pissed off.

I just went back to the sofa sat down, and shut my mouth. They carried on with their naija movie and I wasnt even in the frame of mind to criticize anymore. Not only had she ruined my perfect evening with a bowl of garri...she had given me alcohol in the most unthinkable of waysss....

*HISS*

For those that think I'm ranting and over reacting.....I'm allowed to cos I dont drink and cos I'M ALLOWED TO....PERIOD!!!!

To worsen the situation she then asked me if I was a recovering alcoholic, cos I was pissed off so much. I just kept quiet ( as I always do when I'm pissed) and laid my head down to sleep. I could have picked up my hoodie and left but that would have been a bit too dramatic.

LOL at some point I thot I was drunk cos I was thinking all sorts in my head but I wasnt actually doing any of them, so I put it down to paranoia, but considering I had just downed a bottle of vodka into my garri, I guess I was allowed to think and vex.

Psheeeew.

My first taste of alcohol and it just had to be with my garri....

Nonsense and ingredient!!!!!

Obsession, madness, OCD???

So please, anyone care to explain any of these terms to be cos I'm beginning to think there is something wrong with me o.





Ok maybe not that there's something wrong...we all know ( actually let me rephrase that to I know) that I am a mega weirdo, so things I do dont phase me, but it kinda bothers other people. So basically I need an analysis of the following....dont judge me...just analyse.





Flossing:


I am very paranoid when it comes to food being stuck between my teeth. Not so much that the spinach has made my teeth green, but its the fact that I can feel it there thats the problem. I floss countless number of times in a day. I have my floss in every bag, so when I change bags, I don't worry about moving it about. I go crazy when I can't find it. My little ones once unrolled a pack that I had, and I absolutely went beserk. That wasnt funny mehn.



Keeping tidy:



I'm not a neat freak or anything but,



-My clothes have to be ironed. I love the look of ironed clothes in my wardrobe. I arrange them from the thinnest to widest, depending on how they've been folded, so I kinda get a pyramid shape.



-When arranging things, I have to see the 'front' where the name of the item is written. Even if its a bottle of bleach. The part that says 'Domestos thick bleach' is the part that faces me, not the back with the barcode....Oh hell no.

So if you take my stuff and return it, I still know when its been used. Especiallyif its been returned facing the wrong way!!! I kinda got this from my mother, who got it from her father. It runs in my family.....I know!!!!!!!!!!!





Pens:

Ok here's the penned bit as most of you cant see it.
-It has to be black
-It's always black
-It has to have a lid. If it hasnt got a lid, then the pen is useless to me.
If the lid has been lost, the pen might as well be lost.
-If its a click pen, then it obviously doesnt need a lid.
-It has to be ball point or anything close to it, if it isnt, forget it!!
-Yes, I am a freak, one of those that write their names when trying out a pen. I can stand in WHSmith or Ryman for over half an hour trying a pen. It needs to feel right. Both on my fingers and on paper. **You know, how you have to try clothes on before you buy? Yeah thats what it is**
-Pilfering- Maybe not so much of pilfering, but obtaining. If you are unfortunate enough to have pens that perfectly fit the above description in either your pencil case, office or home or where ever, then be rest assurred that I will obtain it.
Hence, I do not borrow pens, neither do I lend mine out, if I do, then I will wait till you're done and then collect it.

The New!!

Yes I am back....New year, New month! New life!!!

To those who dropped their 2 on the last post, thanks. I didnt have a rethink, lets just say I chilled. All I needed to do was vent. I think I'm a bit too meek to do shit! So thanks everyone.

Im backkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk...lol, not to blogger ( Technically I didnt go anywhere). To uni I mean

I'm a bit off point now but I'll be back with something more sensible....



I missed you tooooooooooooooooo much!!!

Beware.

For all those who have wronged me,

Beware.

Before the month of forgiveness approaches,

I will seek my revenge on ALL.

I will work my way from the bottom to the top.

Even to the minutest of things,

I will do the best I can to make them as miserable as I can.

No I will not be doing anyone any bodily harm

I have more than enough to shut down their emotional realm

To do enough psychological damage that can cause worse than any physical harm can

My silence is Golden

Yes, as cliche as it may sound, my silence is golden and it will bring me victory

My plans will work without any hitches.

My silence has been taken for stupidity,

Well unfortunately for them, I am not stupid.

No, this is no female chauvinism,

This is directed at both female and male

Who have brought myself and those within me grief.

My threshold of pain has been increased,

I have emboldened myself so that I can pull a poker face when they beg for forgiveness,

After that they will be left to feel the wrath of the most high.

Today.

Today has been a day that I'm still yet to figure out.

Or maybe it all started from yesterday when I got the hints...hints that today might be what it is or get the revelation.

Today has been the day I have been called all sorts. Different names, I fear which is really mine. Am I so different that people see me in totally different lights. Would that be a good thing or a bad thing.

I have been called all sorts, but I have never been called all sorts in one day by all sorts.

I am patient, I am quiet. I can't remember the day I shouted at anyone, maybe because I don't remember doing so. Maybe because I never say anything.

Today I was a snob (Big deal)

Today I was more or less a child (Too young to be conversed with like an adult) At 21 I beg to ask what age I am an adult? (I didn't take it to heart if you think I did, It just made me wonder, thats all or maybe I just misconstrued it all...I apologise)

Today I was called a moaner (Yes I was in a mood, so big fucking deal, deal with it. I didn't take it out on you, I just said I didn't have the time to kneel at your crusty feet and wash them with my hands.)

Today I was called useless (Because I forgot to .... now I dont even remember what I forgot to do)

Today I was called stupid (Without words, I know when I am called stupid. Because I don't complain, because I don't say anything, doesn't mean I'm stupid, Just means you're stupid cos I cant be bothered to waste my precious time exchanging words that I know will make absolutely no sense to you)

Today I was called all sorts. I don't want to bother remembering.

Hard times are here and I cannot give in to worry.
I have a life ahead of me.
I have a dissertation ahead of me.
I have a project ahead of me.
I have a life ahead of me. I know I said that already.
Just goes to show that, that's all that really matters.

I am not one to worry, whatever happens, does so for a reason. I may not be able to decipher what it is, but I know there is one.

With that, I am taking a mini hiatus, or maybe a a maxi one. I am yet to find out.
I maybe a silent reader, or a loud one (ie via comments), but never fear blogger is still one click away.
If I could cut all ties with the world without dying, trust me I'll do so. But I shall try with the ties available to me i.e blogger, Facebook, messenger, and my phone (I don't get many calls, so its not a worry for me).

I love you all.
Never doubt that.
You most especially, you know who you are.
If you've ever thought otherwise, then you are highly mistaken.
A pity I cant change that right now.

Dear Mother II

A long time has indeed elapsed since my last letter,

In that time, a lot has ensued as well.

I hope you received my last letter.

I know it was signed with the unfamiliar pseudonym that I have recently adopted

And not that one oriki that you fondly called me.

The same one you were fondly called by your mother, of which she was called by hers too.

I decided to use that so as the keep the oriki between us,

Away from the prying eyes of these people (Yes YOU).

Yes, it is that time of the month, and it reminds me of the first time.

That morning, yes that morning.

Now I laugh, but then I didn't. It certainly wasn't funny.

It was supposed to be like any other morning, I was getting ready for school.

You heard me scream.

You thought I'd just seen my grandmother's ghost.

You were right! Well partially.

I had seen a ghost, though not mami's.

It was a red one. The red one.

The famous Miss P (or according to Buttercup, Aunty Flo)

She had come unexpectedly to jolt me to womanhood,

She was to stay and haunt my life for the next 30 years.

I was forlorn, because I knew she was early. Too early.

She must have caught the fast train. I was only in JSS 2.

My siblings had been much older,

But then again, I guess she'd used the choo choo train in their time.

Then it was time for the talk. I wasn't ready for it.

But fortunately for me, I didn't get the falsified version.

I wasn't told I'd be heavy with child if I held hands with a boy.

Though you didn't fail to emphasize that you'd make my life miserable if you did find me holding hands.

Though once again you said you would take care of the child and send me back to school.

After the talk, I got the chicken.

Yes the chicken. Like every young 'budding' Yoruba girl.

I got one killed specially for me. It was my day.

At the end of that day, I knew or rather I emphasized the fact that,

The weirdo I had become was from being the daughter of a weirdo.

I called you mega mother weird.

The weirdest this planet has ever seen.

Doesn't stop me from loving you

For not only does this hereditary weirdness make me unique,

The 'talk' made me a better person and I appreciated my sudden 'womanhood'.

I am happy with the woman that I have become as a result.

For that, I say thank you.

My daughter must surely get this talk,

Though not verbatim,

It will certainly be in the most mega mother weird way that I can give it.




NOTE: Those who have read, I have come to a conclusion that such utterences are not befitting for a post that is solely directed at my mother. So if you read the comments and wonder what the first few people have said....you can keep wondering.

For lack of....

Anything Tangible to say, and to feed my boredom.

A. Attached or Single?
Both

B. Best Friends?
Me, me, me...

C. Cake or Pie?
Cakes all the way.

D. Day of Choice?
Anyday, as long as I can sleep for some of it.

E. Essential Item?
Floss...I get withdrawal symptoms when I dont have it.

F. Favorite Color?
Brown.

G. Greatest accomplishment?
In Progress


H. Hometown?
Lagos Island Baby

I. Indulgences?
Ben and Jerrys, Madeira, Haagen Daaz.

J. January or July?
Neither has my birthday in it, so what's my business?

K. Kids?
3, 4, 5, .....

L. Life is incomplete without?
God (Something to believe in), Anything to read, my crazy/lovely family, me.

M. Marriage date?
Seriously?

N. Number of siblings?
3

O. Oranges or apples?
Oranges

P. Phobias or fears?
Both! Flying and the dark. I start to see things that are not there.

Q. Quotes?
Let sleeping dogs lie.
I take this literally, cos my sleep is important to me. *I do bite*

R. Reason to smile?
I smile all the time...some people can testify to that.

S. Season?
*Hiss* We don't have any sensible ones in Jand.

T. Tag three friends?
Because?

U. Unknown fact about me?
It is'nt unknown anymore when I say it.
I can send it to your inbox if you really want to know!

V. Very favorite store?
Waterstones/Amazon

W. Worst habit?
I forget too easily.

X. X-ray or ultrasound?
Because?

Y. Your favorite food?
Make me some amala, with ogbono, and I am yours forever!

Z. Zodiac?
Cancer

I know better!

This is in response to Tininu's 'Let's call a spade a spade'. Or rather should I say a follow up, with my own 2 cents on the issue. I think GoodNaijaGirl too, has said something in relation to this. Though mine may take a different turn.

This did bring a wave of nostalgia, and though I may seem to rant and rave, I will give anything to re-live my childhood.

I lived as a family of two, i.e my mother and myself even though I have siblings. My siblings were much older and were out of the country. So imagine a middle aged mother in her hitting her 40's having to take care of a child. I guess her mates had stopped worrying about who was going to help their daughter take her lunch to school because she had left it at home or worry about going to the bookshop with list of books for a primary school girl. I think those ones were worrying about the next lace they would wear to that 'owanbe' party, than the baggage that came with having a little child because they either didn't have kids or, the youngest of their kids was already wearing make up and getting ready to write their WAEC.

With this you can imagine how my mother's attention was focused on me. So much so that if I wanted to breathe, I needed to ask of the air was clean enough for me. I never made any decisions by myself. Not because I was being spoilt. Oh hell no, in fact my case was far from it. I've tasted beating of all sorts. Be it from the ruler, to the normal cane, to 'koboko'. Yes I have been down that route. Although I must say that after I reached a certain age, all those beatings stopped, and it was more of slaps. You know those dizziness inducing ones that left the palm imprint on your cheeks for the next hour or two. Yes, my mother had hands of iron, and I don't mean figuratively. If you think I was a stubborn kid, I was in fact far from it. Lets just say I did stupid things that my mother felt could only be managed with thorough lashing.

As I said, I never made decisions for myself. To be honest, I didn't even think there were such things as discretion on my part, as the child. I lived a life where majority of the conversations I could hold with my mother (about me) revolved around things she wanted to hear. School, Arabic school and more school, however as her only companion, she told me everything there was to hear about her day(s), provided they were appropriate for my age to hear.

I couldn't say 'oh I want to go to my friend's house', cos I believed that you didn't go to school to keep friends (not that it was ever uttered as so, but that was the vibe I got). Hence I didn't have friends in the area, though partly because I think I became a snobbish child and I hated the area.

I believed this was also the case with my siblings, well at least two of them, and they only broke free because they now lived away from home, out of the country. But they suffered the 'you have defied me' speech every single time they called home.
I only got to notice this when I actually lived with both one of my siblings and my mother at the same time in the same house. My mother was giving orders on what to do and what not to do, especially in regards to relationships. The guy my sister was seeing/ dating (whatever) came down to jand from yankee and my sister went to see him and spent the night there. Through out the night, my mother was fuming, although I didn't know why, I got to find out the next day when my sister returned and my mother gave her the 'talk' as to why it was indecent for a lady to spend the night with a man.
On the one hand, I think she was only doing her job as a mother, but on the other hand, I think it was a bit late for her to be having that conversation with a woman who was soon to be hitting her thirties.
You could bet that my sister was furious.

She did the same with another sibling, as she complained that it was senseless of them (my sister and her husband) to spend all that money buying a Chrysler jeep, when they could have split the money and bought two smaller cars, where my sister could own hers and the other for her hubby (who takes the train to work in the city). Once again, the sis did'nt find it funny and when she aired her views in her usual soft spoken manner , my mother flared, packed her things and left their house, under the premise that the sis doesn't listen to her anymore, and that all her husband says is the gold she cherishes, rather than my mother's words.
I daresay she failed to realise that her daughter is now a married woman, with her own family to take care of and worry about.

Now that I live away from home i.e at uni and with my sister at the holidays, I have only just begun to assume a role of responsibility, although I still find myself speaking about my intentions with the sis, rather than carrying on with it on my own.
I find that I don't do it because I need advise, but I do it because I need /want/have to be told what to do.

I'm still yet to find out if that is a good thing or a bad thing.

Also, the sis plays the 'you are an adult' card, 'you have the discretion to do as you please', but she never fails however to state how she feels this should be done or the appropriate manner that this should be said or done.

At least, one thing we tend to agree with, without spoken words, is that we don't need to attend this family gathering or visit that family member. I think unlike a lot of us, I am very lucky in that area.

Although, subconsciously, she has adopted that same behaviour as our mother, though she uses it in the subtle way that blends with her character. So sometimes I don't complain because it is not as though I am being ordered. I too subtly treat is as an input, of which I have the discretion to accept or not.

The one time I decided to stand up for myself by refusing to move to the states with the eldest, the family went (and still is) in turmoil because I chose to stay with one sibling over the other. The eldest claiming that by right, as the oldest, she had to be my guardian. I ask why? All the siblings I have are in good position to be my guardian, so why play the age card?.

Fast forward to now. Am I complaining about the way things were? I would like to delude myself and say no. But maybe I am not or once again, I am. I would like to leave that in the grey area
Should I say that they way I was brought up, has had an effect on who I am today. Maybe yes! I meet a few people at uni who tell me I am very mature. I ask, what do you mean by mature? I have either never spoken to you, or if I have it has not been more than 'hi-hello', so how then can you tell? Usually, they cant explain it, or as one of them said, 'when I saw you, I thought you were a postgraduate student'. I didn't know whether I was to take that as a compliment or not.
I find these comments hard to believe, especially as I know I am a person who has grown up to being told what and what not to do.
On the other hand, maybe I did grow up early, maybe I did assume a role of responsibility quite early.


From this, I have noticed that, even though a lot of people preach that they do not accept the things that their parents do and the way do it, they subconsciously adopt this style of bringing up their children, thus, it becomes a cycle.
It is for us, this generation to understand that, children are of different personalities, and you cannot attack the singular in the same manner that you deal with the bunch .

You cannot use the same method with every child. It causes problems.

We should learn to understand our children.

I am not saying the slow child should be given a tamed hand, and the stubborn child a hard hand, or vice versa. I just think every approach should be tailored to the kind of child you have, though taking care for it not to be misconstrued as being partial. It is not easy, but it has to be done.

I can/cannot say this has indeed moulded the person that I am today, maybe it did do me some good, or maybe with my personality, I have not allowed it to do me any harm. I am not saying it was wrong or right, but it could have benefited from some kinds of adjustments.

Note: Once again, I think my points have been misconstrued as something else. I am not arguing that the parents/older ones 'have not been there before'. Obviously they have.
My point is, even though 'they have been there before', doesn't mean they have to force their opinions. That is called ordering people. Which is what a lot of people do not appreciate. If your child is at the age where he/she can make certain decisions, then let him, obviously, his actions will only be put forward with the guidance that the adult/parent provides.

If I ruled the world= No more tagging!

*Hiss*

The person that started this tagging nonsense must have been bored and lacked ideas for his or her new post!!

Forget the rules cos I cant be bothered to tag anyone.


IF SOMEONE SAYS “IS THIS OKAY” YOU SAY? Cant get enough- Mary J. Blige
I told Charizard this thing is evil. I had no idea what the question meant till I got this song as my answer.

WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY? Check on it- Beyonce
No way! I don't telll guys to come and check on anything

WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL ? Dilemma- Nelly and Kelly
someone interprete please?

HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY? Against all odds- Phil Collins...Yeah mehn! That is my state of mind right now....I shall breakthrough!!!!!!!!!


WHAT IS YOUR LIFE’S PURPOSE? Make it rain- Fat Joe and the other dudes - Hell to the yeah! Make it rain some dough!!!! LOL, maybe this thing isnt so evil afterall

WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU? In case you don't know- Timaya...Damn right, I am the mother of them all...they better be thinking that

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS? Hotel-R kelly n Cassidy .....lol
No comment o... did know there was somn fishy about them...I didnt know they were this kinky

WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN? Control myself- LL Cool J n J.lo...see this dirty minded thing o! Yeah I do think about controlling myself...but not in that way...more like learning to curb my sarcasm....No one dare to state otherwise...i forbid you...yeah u tininu!

WHAT IS 2+2? heartburn...alicia keys...go figure!

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND? Bed-J holiday! Ahhhhhhhhhhh....you must be possessed. I don't have a best friend and even if I do, I think its a girl....so how about a big fat NO!!!

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE? shakomo- Remedies...Yep I'm done fronting...I'm all yours my sweets

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY? Good life- Kanye...ahhn ahn too mad jo! 'welcome to the good life'...hop in lemme show u around

WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP? Fuji- Dare art alade.... because why?

WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE? I want it that way- backstreet boys...yeah I want it this way.

WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU? Harder to breathe- maroon 5....some kind of weirdo that can live without breathing

WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING ?Macarena... Yeah should be fun

WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?Do without my love-Nathan... Yep...you guys are gonna be distraught without my love

WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST? Hotel California- Eagles...If you know he deep meaning of the song, then you feel me...but I dont get as bad as the characters in the song o...

WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET? Mo sorire- Paul play....I guess that cant be a secret for too long

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS? Its not right, but its ok- whitney houston....True say...I condone some of them for some reason beyond me...I think I'm just too nice

WHAT SHOULD YOU POST THIS AS? If I ruled the world- Nas n Lauren hill..ermm ok



FYI...I didnt edit it!

Ok maybe for one or t
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