Sunday, 29 March 2015

My Favourite Place.

I finally found my favourite place,
Somewhere my mind can be at peace,
The beach, with him.
His presence makes it better,

The beach,
Golden sand touching my feet,
The way the wind feels between my legs,
The lights from the Marina,

The beach,
The waves slowly drown my thoughts,
This is all better because he is here,
Shared puffs and stolen kisses,

I found my favourite place,
The beach,
The cold rocks numbing my pain,
Just because he is there to share.

This is my first time trying out poetry, hope you guys like it.

Friday, 27 March 2015

I'm Back.

Hi guys,
I know I've been away for so long and I have no reasonable excuse for not posting. As some of
you know I'm not in college this year so I have a lot of time on my hands, I tried getting a job and the one I was offered was not good enough. I spent eight hours on my 21st birthday in the kitchen of an otel , not eating meals a sexy chef was making or acting out some fantasy but washing plates.

 Yes I repeat, washing plates!!.
Plates would have been al-right but I had to wash every kitchen equipments, pots, pans, oven trays you name it, at the end of the eight hour shift my back was sore and my hand looked so different, you know how your hand gets after its been in water for way too long.
So I decided the job was not for me, I didn't go back the day after, but  I did enjoy my birthday.

I turned 21 on the 1st of December 2014 and my mum was nice enough to have a dinner get together for me and my friends, considering the fact that  I was ignoring her and not talking to her. Yoruba parents can be so annoying at times and I think when God created the committee of annoying mothers she was first in line so she was granted the position of worlds most frustrating mother but I love her all the same.

This post is not a rant about my mother, as a matter a fact I really don't know what its about, but back to where I stopped on the first paragraph. Since I had a lot of time on my hand , pops called and told me to come help him out at home, since his wife was away, the maids were gone and his stock in the freezer was slowly decreasing . I took the offer without thinking and was on the plane to Lagos in no time with two boxes full of all what my mother  could put together since I cleared out my wardrobe and had nothing but jumpers left .
My mother can pack, choii.!

I watched as she folded, rolled , squeezed and stuffed things in different angles of the box and imagined how much fun I was going to have back home. I was looking forward to every thing most especially the new guy I was talking to, a military officer Yes Lord!!!

Ah well things didn't go as planned. I spent three months in Lagos cooking for my dad, working with him , which involves sitting in a booth at Marina car park and handing out to tickets to the most annoying and impatient people I've ever met.

Nigerians can vex sha, no chill button what so ever.

 Also going to companies to look for clients, the rest of my free times I spent reading novels , eating red velvet, going to the beach, meeting new people some better than others, going to parties every now and again and also some activities I'd rather not share on the blog.
And I drove too, Omg .
Remember my rant about driving in Abuja?
I will  leave the rant out this time , all I can say is that the little bit of sanity I had left has been distributed all over the roads in Lagos, and that 3rd mainland bridge is so scary, but I made it out alive and I cant wait to go back.
More stories about my trip coming soon.
I hope that sums it all up and at least give you all a reason to come back.
My first time tying gele.  
Some of the books I read while I was home, I purchase my books from a book store at the Adeniran Ogunsanya mall in Lere, its called Patabah, their prices are reasonable.

That's all for now,
Until next time,

Wednesday, 25 March 2015

Been The Other Woman.

You never thought you would know what it feels like been the other woman. You remembered the day you met him, you went to his office with someone that knows his girl, immediately you noticed the outspoken young man.

People were having their usual political debate as the 2015 elections was closing in, You knew better than to engage in a political conversation , you had no opinion on Nigeria politics , well none you would like to share .

Like Brymo said in one of his songs " We are to young to matter, too old to bother".

After waiting for hours, the person you came with was been attended to and he used that opportunity to introduce himself and you was very impressed by his courage and the way he sounded, eloquent, confidence, he was well dressed , smelt good and cute too. 
What more can a single girl want?

None of the usual designer Sklesache AKA Versace from head to toe over kill.

You left a few minutes after and you forgot about him, well until you ended up at his office a few weeks later with the same person and on the same mission which had nothing to do with you , you were just helping some one out. 
Quick handshake. 
' Hello'.
'Hello' .
You went about your business, trying to read a newly purchased novel , but you couldn't make it past the first paragraph , he had nothing to do with it, it was just a badly written book. You cursed under your breathe dreading driving during rush hour traffic to the book store in Surulere.  

The book was too boring for one to pretend to  read, so you had no other choice but to listen to the political conversations. Once again he held the floor like an actor on Broadway speaking so passionately about the Country. 

Time moved fast as you listened, then it was time to go. Once again you forgot about him until you found out he was attending your dads  birthday party, you felt he was just another guest so you paid no attention to the fact he was coming. 

Once again you forgot about him till you saw him walking up the stairs. No!!! It was not a Cinderella moment. 
You went about attending to the guests, he made nice comments about how you looked but you paid no attention to it. 
The party went on and you continued to play host, until you noticed his seat was empty, you were too tired to bother so you made a mental note to get his contact. 

                             *********** T.B.C ***************
Oya e don do! 
You don't expect me to give it all away in one post, especially when I've been away for so long. Yes I'm back in the land of great internet connection, but I miss Lagos, went home for three months and I have a lot of stories to share with you guys. 

That's all for now,
Until next time.