Wednesday, December 29, 2010

The Year in News

Here are most searched news of 2010 according to Google. 2010 went by so fast I can't even believe how fast it went for me.
A Year of Crisis
There was the European debt crisis, the high unemployment rates, the Thailand political crisis.  Sadly I didn't hear much about the Thailand crisis but here is the wiki link here (not wikileaks lol).

A Year of Achievements

The one that stands out most to me is the first full facial transplant. On March  20, 2010, a team of 30 Spanish doctors carried out the first full face transplant on a man injured in a shooting accident.

The 31-year-old was unable to eat, speak or breathe normally since he was disfigured in a gun accident in 2005. The operation enabled him to eat soft foods, drink liquids and to shave again. Read more:
A Year of Tragedy
There was the Gulf Oil Spill. It seemed like this was on the news forever. I'm just glad the spill is over and I hope the recovery is going good. There was the floods in Pakistan, China earthquake and Chile earthquake. Who can also forget the Haiti earthquake?

A Year of Milestones
The end of combat mission in Iraq. Costa Rica elects first woman president and so did Brazil. (When is our turn Nigeria)

A Year of Goodbyes
We said goodbye to JD Salinger, the author of the Catcher in the Rye (one of my fav books). Goodbye to Alexander McQueen, Dennis Hopper, Gary Coleman and countless others including someone very close to me. That is life, it's full of goodbyes and hellos.

A Year of  Hellos
Hello to South Africa! This World Cup was amazing and it was the first one in Africa. There was the vuvuzelas that made headlines for their sound. The music was great and so was the African spirit. A special thanks to Ghana for making us all proud. I'm still disappointed at the way they went out but I'm so proud of their effort. Oh and Tshabalala! Don't ask why but his name was fun to say. 

A Year of Surprises
The Bed Intruder (everyone better had watch this video by now), The Chilean miners safe rescue, Wikileaks, and so much more.

2010 definitely had character.

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Back to the Start

I guess I'm back.
I always seem to leave this place as I get close to establishing myself.
I'm sorry I left so abruptly
I'm not sure why I left
But I know why I'm back

Monday, May 10, 2010

My Grass is Green

How much time flies. My first year of college is over and wow! what? It feels like yesterday. I remember starting this blog at the end of the summer and having to abandon it because school was a handful. I really wanted to devote some time to blogging and give it a full shot. I'm so glad I did because even though I might not write as much as I want to, I am grateful to be part of this blogging community.
Roommates - Freshmen usually get crappy rooms but mine was really nice even though I had more than one roommate. My roommates drank every Thursday night to Saturday night, smoked weed which was really annoying because of the smell. I complained to them so they didn't do it as much in the room which was fine with me. I didn't care that they smoked, I just didn't want to deal with the smell. They also experimented with drugs I know they did ecstasy a couple of times. I only take pills when I really really have to so I didn't really understand why people would do drugs that are dangerous for them when they didn't have to. My roommates were also dirty. Damn I didn't know that girls could be so dirty. The bathroom was gross, the trash would stink and the fridge smelled rotten. Now that I think about it I don't know how I survived them. The crazy thing is that I'm going to miss not rooming with them next year. They had their faults but I found them really interesting.I didn't talk much to them but I listened a lot and I have a better perspective on white people in general. As a college student my grades are not as not as great as they were before college but I've learned sooo much more than just grades. I might have to do a whole 'nother post on white people and what I've learned about them this past year. For now, here's a song lyric by Macy Gray that relates to how I feel.

Someone once told me the grass is much greener
On the other side

And I paid a visit
well, it's possible I missed it
It seemed different, yet exactly the same (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Til further notice (til further notice)
I'm in-between (i'm in between)
From where I'm standing (from where in standing)
My grass is green

Someone once told me the grass is much greener
On the other side

PS: How do you know if you have chicken pox? That might sound stupid but I've never had chicken pox and I have a couple of itchy rashy looking thing on my back. It's probably just heat rash but my mom didn't get chicken pox till she was 19 so I feel like I can still get it. Do you guys remember your CP experience? How was it? I know my mom said it was horrible and she even had to shave off her hair. I hope I never get it but then again maybe that's a bad thing lol

Thursday, May 6, 2010

Relieved? Yes

Exams? Done. Sleep? Deprived. Clothes? Packed.
I can't believe how fast this school year went. I'm going home tomorrow and I will probably hibernate in my room for a week to destress. I will also be back to fully blogging.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Ten Things I Love

I was tagged by Myne to write ten things I love so here it goes.

Words, Quotes and Proverbs - I love words. They have so much power. When I speak I like using different words. I've also lived and have been influenced by different environments which sometimes effs up my writing but makes my speaking great. You might catch me speaking American English, British English, Yoruba, Spanish, Spanglish, US street talk, Pidgen etc. I guess u can call me multilingual. I also love quotes. My fav. being Nietzsche's quote "That which does not kill us makes us stronger" or as I say, what doesn't kill us makes us stronger. I also can't get enough of proverbs...

School - Call me a geek but I love school. It's not my fault it has always been a major part of my life. Lately we have a love hate relationship. The amount of work I get lately is ridi-culous!

Names - I love names! one of my favorite Yoruba proverbs says, Ile lan wo kato somo loruko - we look at he house/family before we name the child. I don't understand when people give their children names that they just randomly choose because it sounds nice or they wanna be "unique." Abeg name your child something that means something to you. I don't mean you have to go as far as our presido's father naming him Goodluck because he thought his son was lucky. Even if you name your child Adam, let it mean something like maybe it was your grandpa's name or maybe Adam means something special to you from the bible. Hope u get the point.

Cake - I have the wildest sweet tooth and cake is just one thing I can never get enough of.

Weddings - Gosh I just love weddings! I love hearing their stories, how they met, the proposal then the wedding itself. I love seeing the traditional wedding which personally I think is more beautiful and the standard which is also beautiful.

Music - Life couldn't be the same for me without music.

My laptop - I'm addicted to my laptop. When I use anyone else's computer I get paralyzed. You would think I didn't know how to use a computer. Me and my laptop belong together.

Checking out women - I am not a lesbian! I just admire women. I don't know when this uncanny habit began but I know that I do it. One day my friend caught me staring at her boobs and I knew I was staring at them but I was admiring them because well, I thought she was kinda flatchested until she wore a low top that day and I realized that she wasn't. I also look at boobs to compare the different shapes and sizes. I also love to look at women's outfits and pick out what I love and don't. Trust me I'm not gay. 100% into men but I still don't mind admiring something good when I see it. Male or female.

Knowledge Junkie - I am on my way to becoming a knowledge junkie if there was such a thing. I know a bunch of stupid crap. I google the most random people and learn about them. It never hurts to learn right?

Blogging - I love to blog! I'm so happy that I took that step from being a silent creeping reader to having my own blog. I love this community. I love it so much that staying away for the next 2 weeks is gonna be hard. But I have to get my academics in order since the school year is ending.
Adios Amigos.

I tag...... 2cute4u, NakedSha, NBB, Neefemi, Rene, Mwajim Al and anyone else who wants to do this. Sorry I'm in a hurry and can't individually link your names to your blogs.

Friday, April 16, 2010

This Type Love

Ever watched something and thought, wow I wish that was about me. Or read something and wished you had written it? Well this makes me feel that way everytime so I want to share with you all in case you haven't seen him. Here is a poet, Shihan, on Def Jam Poetry. Watch it and be amazed. Also check out his other videos, they're all good.

I want a love like
Me thinking of you
Thinking of me thinking of you type love
Or me telling my friends more than I’ve ever admitted to myself
About how I feel about you type love
Or hating how jealous you are
But loving how much you want me all to yourself type love
Or see how your first name just sound so good next to my last name
And shit I wanted to see how far I could get without calling you
And I barely made it out of my garage

See, I want a love that makes me wait until she falls asleep
And wonder if she’s dreaming about us being in love type love
Or who loves the other more
Or what she’s doing this exact moment
Or slow dancing in the middle of our apartment to the music of our hearts
Closing my eyes and imagining how a love so good
Could hurt so much when she’s not there
And shit I love not knowing where this love is headed type love
And check this, I want to place those little post-it notes
All around the how she she never forgets how much I love her type love
And not have enough ink in my pen to write all there is to love about her type love
And hope I make her feel as good as she makes me feel

And I want to deal with my friends making fun of me
The way I made fun of them when they went through the same kind of love type love
Only difference is, this is one of those real love type loves
And just like in high school
I want to spend hours on the phone not saying shit
And then fall asleep and then wake up with her right next to me
And smell her all up in my covers type love
I want to try counting the ways I love her
And lose count in the middle just so I have to start all over again
And I want to celebrate one of those one month anniversaries
Even though they ain’t really anniversaries
But doing it just ‘cause it make her happy type love
And, check this, I want to fall in love with the melody the phone plays
When none of us dialed into it type love
And talk to you until I lose my breathe
She leaves me breathless
But with the expanding of my lungs I inhale all of her back into me

I want a love that makes me need to change my cell phone calling plan
To something allows me to talk to her longer
‘cause in all honesty, I want to avoid one of them high cell phone bill type loves
And I want a love that makes me regret how small my hands are
I mean the lines on my palms don’t give me enough time
To love you as long as I’d like to type love
And I want a love that makes me st-st-st-st-stutter
Just thinking about how strong this love is type love
And I want a love that makes me want to cut off all my hair
Well, maybe not all of the hair
Maybe like I cut the split ends and trim my moustache
But it would still be a symbol of how strong my love for her

And check this, I kind of feel comfortable now
So I even be fantasizing about walking out on a green light
Just dying to get hit by a car
Just so I could lose my memory
Get transported to some third world country just to get treated
Then somehow meet up again with you so I can fall in love with you
In a different language and see if it still feels the same type love
I want a love that’s as unexplainable as she is
But I’m married, so she’s gonna be the one I share this love with

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Is there something in the water?

Is it me or is blogsville tense lately? Maybe it's the seasonal change.... Oya who wants ICE CREAM? Which flavor is your favorite? I will supply it. Or you all want to play Ludo instead? Anyways let's all breath :)


Thursday, April 8, 2010

43 Things A Girl Wished Her Boyfriend Knew

#1 When you break her heart, the pain never really goes away.

#2 When she misses you, she's hurting inside.

#3 When she says it's over, she still wants you to be hers.

#4 When she walks away from you mad, follow her.

#5 When she stares at your mouth, kiss her.

#6 When she pushes or hits you, grab her tight & don't let her go.

#7 When she starts cursing at you, kiss her and tell her you love her.

#8 When she ignores you, give her your attention.

#9 When she pulls away, pull her back.

#10 When you see her at her worst, tell her she's beautiful.

#11 When you see her crying, just hold her and don't say a word.

#12 When you see her walking, sneak up and hug her waist from behind.

#13 When she's scared, protect her.

#14 When she lays her head on your shoulder, tilt her head up and kiss her.

#15 When she steals your favourite jacket, let her keep it and sleep with it for a night.

#16 When she teases you, tease her back and make her laugh.

#17 When she doesn't answer for a long time, reassure her that everything is okay.

#18 When she looks at you with doubt, back yourself up with the truth.

#19 When she says that she likes you, she really does more than you could understand.

#20 When she grabs your hands, hold hers and play with her fingers.

#21 When she bumps into you, bump into her back and make her laugh.

#22 When she tells you a secret, keep it safe and untold.

#23 When she looks at you in your eyes, don’t look away until she does.

#24 Stay on the phone with her even if she’s not saying anything.

#25 Don't let her have the last word.

#26 Don't call her hot, but gorgeous or beautiful is so much better.

#27 Say you love her more than she could ever love you.

#28 Argue that she is the best girl ever.

#29 When she's mad, hug her tight and don't let go.

#30 When she says she's OK, don’t believe it, talk to
her about it, because 10 yrs later she'll still remember it.

#31 Call her at 12:00am on special occasions to tell her you love her.

#32 Call her before you sleep and after you wake up.

#33 Treat her like she's all that matters to you.

#34 Don't ignore her when she's out with you and your friends.

#35 Stay up all night with her when she's sick.

#36 Watch her favorite movie with her or her favorite show even if you think its stupid.

#37 Let her into your world.

#38 Let her wear your clothes.

#39 When she's bored and sad, hang out with her

#40 Let her know she's important.

#41 Kiss her in the pouring rain.

#42 When she runs up at you crying, the first thing you say is; "Who's ass am I kicking today baby?"

#43 After she reads this, she hopes one day you'd read it too.

One of my Facebook friends joined this fan page and I read it and thought it was pretty interesting. One of those things that make you go awwww.

Saturday, April 3, 2010

The irresistible subject

I once watched a movie about this US fighter pilot in WWI fighting the Germans in France. There he met a girl who he fell deeply in love with. She had to move because of the war, but they promised to look for each other in Paris when it was over. After the war, he never found her and he had to go back to the US. He later owned a ranch and married another woman. For him, she was the love that got away and vice-versa. It made me think about many people out there that have that special someone that no matter if they're still together or not, they'll always love. It's a great bond that is hard to break.

This is not really related to my thought above but here's more of my thoughts. I wasn't really trying to write a poem I just kinda wrote my thoughts in that format.

I know something special when I see one and you my dear are special.
I smile thinking about you and the moments we’ve shared.
I’m afraid at the rate in which I’m falling for you.
I’m amazed at how comfortable you make me feel.
You’ve wooed me with your charm and chivalry.
You make me strive to be better
You want me just the way I am.
For this my dear you’re special.
Although we’re only at the beginning,
I hope it never gets to the end.
You’re worth fighting for
But I know I don’t have to fight for you
You laugh at my corny jokes,
You ask me how my day was,

And you listen to my reply.
Our distance makes my heart grow fonder

Babe I can't wait for this summer with you

PS - I love reading all your blogs and some of you need to stop talking about twitter and making me jealous. I wanna get one but I'm gonna wait till the summer when schoolwork is over cos I know that thing is addicting. I guess then you guys will get to see what I look like and know my identity.

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Selfish Subway Prayer

It was March 29 at about 10am. I was sitting in my Islam class when my professor asked us if we had heard about the subway bombings in Russia. At that time, the news said 35 people died. Some people in my class heard about it but I didn't. The professor then asked this girl who had family in Russia if she heard about it and she said no. She was visibly shaken and asked if anyone knew what subway station it happened at. No one did and the class went off topic to discussing Russia's government. Suddenly the professor interrupted the discussion and asked the girl if she wanted to leave. She replied "no" but she was obviously holding back tears. Then she started crying and the professor encouraged her to leave and she did. I couldn't even imagine how she must have felt to be so far from home and know that her family could be dead. She had probably talked to them last week and now, on what seemed like any regular morning, she may never hear from them again. After she left, the class got really quiet but eventually conversation resumed to normal. All I could think of was the girl, so silently I started praying for her. I prayed that none of her family members were killed or injured.
Later that afternoon I was thinking about it again and realized something. My prayer was selfish. Before I prayed, I knew that people had died but I prayed that it wasn't the girl's family. That means that someone else was going to lose a member of their family. I thought, who was I to ask that this family be saved over this family? How selfish was that? That's when I realized all the selfish prayers we pray. I mean no one wishes for something bad to happen but sometimes by wishing it's not us, we're wishing it's someone else.
For example, when you go for an interview and you pray to get the job, well that prayer is selfish. Someone else is not going to get the job. When you hear that there's been a car accident and you pray it's no one you know, indirectly you're praying it's someone else. That's a selfish prayer. So maybe next time when you pray that selfish prayer because well honestly it's hard not to, also pray that your selfish prayers be forgiven.
I haven't heard anything about the girl but I have that class tomorrow so maybe she'll show up. I wish those bombs had never happened but I selfishly pray that it wasn't any member of her family that died. I ask God to forgive my selfish prayer.

Friday, March 26, 2010

911 for Naija

I haven't updated in a while but I've been really busy. Spring break was really goooood. I went home and I met up with a lot of my friends from high school. I even went to an event at my old high school. It was strange to go back.
PS - I am no longer reading Nigerian news. I only used to read about Nigerian current events once in a while but lately it's been everyday. I read something yesterday about the terrible education system in Nigeria. It just keeps getting worse and really a whole generation is affected by this. This was the last straw. I'm pissed off and don't want it getting to me. Nigeria is a failing state and in great danger. I'm grateful to be here in the US but its terrible to know a lot of my cousins don't have half the opportunities I have. UGH!!! Done.

Damn I can't remember what I even wanted to write about now. See this is exactly why I'm done with Nigerian news for now. Will have to do another post if I ever remember then.

So my mom/mum (which ever your prefer) is thinking about sending my younger brothers to Nigeria. They're 13 and 11. Do you guys know any good boarding schools in Lagos? Drop some names please. Also they've never been to Nigeria before so any tips for me to offer them? I'm personally thinking about putting some condoms in their luggage. They're not having sex but mehn I don't know how those boarding schools are. Or is that extreme? lol I mean they'll be 12 and 14 by the time they go and girls will definitely be flocking over them. They don't want to go and I don't quite blame them but I think they'll love it. I'm also thinking about telling my mom to hire a personal chef for them. Is that too much? Okay just kidding about the chef but eating mostly naija food is gonna be tough on them. Oh the mischievous sister in me can't help but laugh at the future that awaits them. I feel for them, naija no even get 911.

Monday, March 8, 2010

Study Break

Taking a study break.
Why do I want to run with the wild horses?
Because wild horses are beautiful and free.
Why do I not have an ipod?
Because you never wanted one because you were so anti-Apple until now.
Why do I have a green phone?
Because you're super cool and that's your favorite color.
Why am I writing this?
Because studying for exams and writing papers are driving you crazy.
Why have I unusually not gotten a cold all winter?
Because... who knows just because
Why is Jos on my mind?

Hmm so let me share my thoughts for a second. If a Muslim and a Christian get married, how exactly will the wedding be planned. Has anyone attended a Muslim/Christian wedding? Would there have to be two weddings like one in a church and one in a mosque? Do Muslims even have their weddings in a mosque? I've never been to one so I don't know. Is it possible for an interfaith marriage to work? What if the bride and groom have the same culture and they truly love each other?
Well I gotta go. I'm writing this in a library and my friend just came. I like having this be my space. I'm not worried about anything I've written on here but I still like it being my space. Peace and Love.

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Church and State

This semester I decided to start going to church again. Partly for people around me to back off and partly to try it out in my new city. I went to this Nigerian church with my friend last month. It was a small church and didn't have that many members. The youth there were mostly fresh of the plane going through their awkward transition phase. But something else struck me. How is it that every single church I've ever been to, they're always asking for a building fund? Why are churches always try to build bigger especially ones who can't even manage what they have. I mean this church I went to had other things they could have been focusing on first. They barely had members and half were youth so are they trying to steal to get this money? They were unorganized with their various groups. They were also experimenting with different Sunday orders of worship. You would think it's a new church but it's been around for over seven years. Even, shouldn't they be praying for some divine guidance instead? I'm not an unbeliever ooh! I just think most churches are more worried about they physical aspect of service than the spiritual. Even most prayers and sermons are about achieving material stuff with a small portion on a relationship with God etc. On another note, Nigeria, my dear country, is starting to embarrass me. I can't even lie. In ALL of my classes Nigeria is being talked about. Some not as much but its pretty much the same theme. Nigeria has oil, is very very corrupt, is a could be that isn't, could be rich but is not, could be democratic but is not, could be a dominant internationally but is not. Can the country please get its act together and turn us into a success story? Look at how Saudi Arabia use their oil money and look at how we do. We even talked about the Muslim vs. Christian conflicts. What is with the fighting?

Random but relevant

“An Ibo man may be... an Owerri Ibo or an Onitsha Ibo in what is the Eastern region of Nigeria. In Lagos, he is simply an Ibo man. In London, he is a Nigerian. In New York, he is an African.” – From my poli sci book...

JayZ says he does not believe in religion because it separates people, but he does believe in one God. (hmm what do you think?)

Friday, February 26, 2010

Calling all ladies and gentlemen of blogsville

Hey everyone! How is it going? Good I hope. If not good then at least you're alive and you have a home. Well as of right now some people are either dead or displaced. We all know about the crisis in Haiti but how about in our homeland. In Jos. Well pretty pretty please please check out my new blog and GET INVOLVED. We need everyone's participation.

Thanks and remember charity begins at home.
Damn I sound like an infomercial but hope you get the urgency of this. Also I would appreciate it if you post the link on your next blog post so more people can know about this.

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

#21 The Story of Kuddhabodhi

A Tale of Subduing Anger

Born to a noble family of Brahmans who owned a large flourishing estate, the Bodhisattva devoted his life to learning. His name was Kuddhabodhi. By the time he was fully grown his fame among the learned had spread far and wide. He married a beautiful woman who loved him deeply.

Because of his constant practice of the Dharma, he eventually reached the stage of wisdom where the idea of renunciation was so familiar that the life of the householder no longer gave him pleasure. Disturbed by the suffering of greed, quarrels, war, and attachment that are inherent in the householder's life, he decided to take up the life of an ascetic.

His wife insisted that she join him and become an ascetic as well. Although he tried to dissuade her, saying the ascetic life is difficult and dangerous and not suitable for a woman, she entered the woods with him anyway. She looked brilliant and attractive in her simple robes as she meditated in the shade of a tree. One day a king passed through their forest domain and after the usual ceremonious greeting with Kuddhabodhis, he saw the beautiful women and was poisoned with lust. She seemed to glow, enchanting the world around her. The king became utterly lost in desire, contriving a plan to take the young woman away to his palace. However, the king had heard about the terrible wrath that can ensue from wronging an ascetic and was afraid of being cursed. He decided he needed to test Kuddhabodhi's power. Because ascetics are supposed to live the life of non-attachment, the king decided that if he saw Kuddhabodhi was still attached to his companion, that he surely had no exceptional power and would not be able to harm him. He questioned Kuddhabodhi, asking what he would do if someone kidnapped his wife. The bodhisattva replied that if that happened, he would never let his enemy escape. This reply seemed to indicate that he was still full of attachment and passion and therefore was no true ascetic. The king ordered his men to carry off Kuddhabodhi's wife to his palace in the city.

Kuddhabodhi watched them take his wife away and appeared oblivious to her cries. Confused by this, the king then taunted Kuddhabodhi, asking why he was not following through with his threat, and how he was going to attempt to keep them from leaving. Kuddhabodhi replied that the enemy he was to keep imprisoned was not them, but that the enemy he was referring to was anger. He would not let his anger escape from him, telling the king that even in the face of such a crime, he would keep his rage controlled while focusing his mind on the virtue of forbearance. The king realized that he had been mistaken about Kuddhabodhi and that he was in fact a powerful ascetic. He bowed to Kuddhabodhi and apologized, returned his wife, and vowed to serve him from then on.

From the famous Indian text presenting 34 morality tales drawn from the previous life stories of the historical buddha, Shakyamuni.

Sunday, February 21, 2010

I'll Get Him Hot, Show Him What I've Got

She can go lower than I ever really thought she could - Face down - {ASS UP!}
The top of yo' booty jigglin outcho' jeans, baby pull yo' pants up!
I like it when I see you do it, better than I've ever seen I done befo'
A lot of, women, drop it to the ground, but HOW - LOW - CAN YOU GO?
Maybe It's Time To Put This Pussy On Ya Sideburns,
He Say I’m Bad, He Problly Right,
He Pressing Me Like Button Downs On A Friday Night
I'mma give it to you harder
I'mma turn your body out
The way, that booty movin' - I can't take no more
Have to stop what I'm doin', so I can pull up her close
I'm tryna find the words to describe this girl without being disrespectful
Damn Girl!!!
Damn, you's a sexy bitch, sexy bitch!
Damn, you's a sexy bitch!

If you can’t tell, these are snippets from current popular music. I’m for freedom of speech and for low censorship but sometimes some of the stuff I read or see makes me feel that maybe censorship should be tighter. These songs are everywhere, on the radio, the internet, tv etc. I feel like why should children be exposed to this? Why would seven year olds have access to this song? I can’t even tell you how many times I’ve heard children sing inappropriate songs. Whether we like it or not, the culture that these songs bring will affect them. They are obviously disrespectful to women and some of them are promoted by women. (One time this little boy asked my little cousin if her milkshake brings all the boys to the yard). I feel like there’s only much parents can do to protect their children and it’s sad the effect I’ve seen first-hand with music and children. I’m not exactly sure what can be done. I guess we have to promote a culture that respects themselves and each other so more great songs can be written with respect.

I want to say a BIG thank you to everyone that reads my blog. And to those who make the effort to comment, I truly appreciate it!

Monday, February 15, 2010

I Love College

I’ve been trying to blog about college but there’s so much I just never know where to start. Every day has been interesting to say the least. I LOVE COLLEGE!!! The song “I Love College” by Asher Roth was playing the other day so I thought it’ll be interesting to use it in this post.

I Love College Lyrics + More

“I'm nice right now, man
I-I feel good
If you have a drink
Would you please put it in the air?”
(Alcoholic drinks in red plastic cups? Yep this sounds like my college. Pregaming in someone’s room which is pretty much getting drunk at night before heading somewhere else after that is part of the weekend process. Or weekdays for some. After getting drunk or fucked up for some, then it’s usually time to head out and mostly it’s to a party.)

“That party last night was awfully crazy I wish we taped it
I danced my ass off and had this one girl completely naked” (So many parties I wish were taped! When the night out is at a club we usually go because ladies are free but by the time we get there it’s no longer free. Womp! The girls are mostly dressed in a way that screams “easy access fuck me right now.” No sir, call me dull but if I can barely walk because of ridiculously uncomfortable heels and my dress don’t cover my ass I’m not wearing it. Even sometimes I’ve been dancing ok grinding don’t judge lol when I’ll realize my dress needs to be pulled down so yeah imagine those girls whose dress isn’t even covering their ass to begin with and I mostly wear leggings or skinny jeans to a club anyway. I’ve only been to a white frat party a couple of times but I wouldn’t be surprised if they were getting naked somewhere in there. And yes in my school there is a huge difference between a white frat party and a black one. This is stereotyping I admit but the white frats are mostly about chillin, drinkin, talkin, smokin, druggin and sexin. Black frats are mostly about dancin, grindin, drinkin and talkin to get some sexin later)
“Drink my beer and smoke my weed but my good friends is all I need
Pass out at 3, wake up at 10, go out to eat then do it again” (If there’s one thing I really dislike, it’s smoking. I’ve never done it and plan never to. Okay I won’t lie one time back as a youngin in naija me and my cuzzo decided to roll up paper really tight and light it up. It was unsuccessful as you can imagine so I don’t really count that. Okay another time in naija me and the same cuzzo tried to smoke used cigs we found but that didn’t work either. So it shouldn’t count right? I think that’s when I realized how stupid smoking was and decided never to try it again even though I never actually tried the real thing. But um back to college. My roommates smoke so much weed I think they’re just weedheads. They will smoke anytime of the day and then they even smoke it at parties. I got really upset one day and told them to stop smoking it in the room and they stopped for a while. Then they started again. I was about to pop off on them but when I mentioned it to my mom she got scared. Momsy said I should move out. When I told her they were nice other than the weed thing she said they might try to kill me. Kill me ke? This is when fear hit me as in why would she even think such a thing. She said since I told them to stop but since they like it so much they might try to get rid of me weedblocking them and kill me. This woman got me thinking about all kinds of stuff these people could do to me. I didn’t move out but I’ve been letting them smoke and I just leave the room when they do it. It’s not worth dying over. haha
“Man, I love college” (Nonetheless MEHN, I LOVE COLLEGE! Where else will I experience this again? I’ve learned so much about people and how to improve myself. This is only the first verse so I’ll be doing the rest later.

Thursday, February 11, 2010

Thank You Mother Nature

College work was about to kill me but then Mother Nature came to my rescue. Snow baby!!! I never loved snow so much in my life. It snowed about 30 inches so my classes were canceled this week but class resumes tomorrow. Thanks to the break, I've been able to get resettled and I've even had time to read your blogs.
I need a blog identity! Somehow I've forgotten why I wanted to start a blog in the first place. Hopefully I can remember so I can feel like my blog has more purpose than just another place for me to write. I was upset by something this week so I'm going to rant for a bit. I have a little brother that's eleven. He's so studious and he has a big heart and will question you to death because he is so curious about EVERYTHING. Last week in his school, one of those stupid, rude boys were making fun of him. He didn't respond to the boy and just went to lunch since it was lunch time. The boy came up to him and said he heard my brother was saying stuff back to him. He punched my brother and then they started fighting. He and my brother got suspended from school for a day. My brother was so angry and hurt and so was I. Why do these boys feel the need to bully other boys. They act like they have no home training and they are so disrespectful to everyone. I remember when I first came to America a lot of the boys would tease me so much. They made fun of my accent, they called my a dirty booty scratching African and treated me like some rotten creature. The worst part about this was that they were black Americans. Eventually we moved and I went to a better school and I also developed a voice for myself. I was able to stand up to others and I also made some great friends. And I didn't have my Nigerian accent anymore so I guess I didn't seem fresh off the plane. I wish I still had my accent but it wasn't that thick to begin with so it went away fast :( I think it still comes out sometimes though out of nowhere. Anyways, most of the discrimination I've experienced is by black people and I would think they would be the ones not to discriminate. Anyways I was actually going to blog about the use of the n word in the Nigerian society but I guess that will wait till another time. Those abroad, please share your stories of discrimination. I have some more I'll share some other time. I really want to hear yours though and also say by what race or ethnicity.

Monday, February 1, 2010


I try so hard to stay on top of this blogging thing but there's just too many things going on in my personal life. I apologize if I haven't been reading your posts but I'm slowly getting there.

PETA! I am not a fan of animal torture. I don't even like wearing fur but that has nothing to do animals anyway. I like that there is an organization trying to protect animals but sometimes I'll read stuff about PETA and it just seems like they go overboard. So it was nice and refreshing to hear someone talk back to them. Here is what Kelis had to say below after Peta wrote her a letter condemning her for wearing fur. Although some of what she says is silly I'm just irritated by PETA that it doesn't bother me. If they didn't make things so serious as if it was a human life then I would appreciate what they do more.

Good morning all!

Ok, so you’re gonna love this. The other day I got a personalized letter from PETA! Lol so after some thought I’ve decided to write one back. Goes a little something like this:

There is no humane way to kill anything, let me start there. It’s unfortunate but it’s part of life. With that being said, I would eat pterodactyl if you found some and you told me it was meaty and delicious. And after doing a very minimal amount of research……. I found out that the founder Ingrid Newkirk is completely batty. I had a feeling but she far exceeded my expectations. I mean certifiably insane! Lol this chicks will is nuts, google it – it’s a riot! Beyond the fact that I think she’s a diabetic, which means she needs insulin, which is taken from lab pigs (I know this because my sister happens to be in veterinary school), which would be completely hypocritical. It’s like don’t abuse animals unless it can help me.

I feel very strongly about a lot of things such as the sweatshops that spin cotton and the blood on their hands. Btw it’s not just the look of fur. It’s warm as hell and feels glorious, ever rubbed faux fur on your body? Nothing luxurious about that. Then the letter proceeded to name artist and designers who don’t wear real fur. Great! More for me! I don’t judge them, don’t judge me.

If I started wearing endangered animals like polar bear or orangutan then talk to me. (Which btw for the record I would not – I do believe in the preservation of endangered species) But the minks and chinchilla that quite honestly are rodents and if weren’t in the form of a coat I would demand they be put to death anyway are not an issue to me.

The death of high fashion. Ugh.

I eat meat, and in fact my mouth salivates as I type the word meat! And the paint throwing that’s just ridiculous! What if I was hurling Loubitons and Pierre Hardy’s at every sad poorly dressed person on the street? As right as I may be it’s just fanatical and crazy. And people have the right to feel as they please. What about art? Survival of the fittest. Natural selection? No let’s just let all the rodents run free and over take our cities. Oh wait they have, NY and LA in particular are infested! Why don’t u save them all from scavenging on the streets and ruining my evening strolls, take them home. Make them pets! Get off my back! Pun intended!

Underpaid minorities picking your vegetables, now that’s fine for you right? Please, fight for their rights. How about the poverty in the communities of brown people around the world. She had the nerve to say (and I quote) “get over it” talking of the issue of black people and slavery in this country verses cows being slaughtered. Is she kidding me? Lol yes she must be. Actually, she’s lucky most black people have real issues to worry about in the U.S and don’t give a crap what her delusional privileged opinions are. But she should try saying that again just for kicks n giggles on the corner of Adam Clayton Powell Blvd in Harlem n see how well people “get over it” lol.

If u want to preach do it about something worthwhile don’t waste my time trying to save the dang chipmunk.

Find a worthwhile cause like the women being maimed in these Middle Eastern countries. Or female circumcision. Or women’s rights here in America, we still get paid less for doing the same jobs as men. Quite honestly if you hate the world so much go live in the forest where no one else has to hear you complain about the perfectly good food chain the good Lord created. Everyone has the right to an opinion, and that’s mine on that! xoxo

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Headache Wahala

I have a mean ass headache. I'm trying to just take a nap but I can't fall asleep. Maybe I should just take a pill. Any recommendations? What cures your headache? Panadol or Tylenol or abi u know some strange ritual... Please suggestions welcomed. Come on I know u wanna play dokito sef.

Saturday, January 16, 2010


Ten years ago, a new pack of pokemon cards gave my life meaning. you seriously couldn't tell me shit. I had a Charizard.

Ten years later, today, i still have that Charizard, but Pokemon cards don't define my life the way they once did. I have learned that like a new pack of pokemon cards, we are put on earth-- some of us as Charizards and the rest of us lowly charmanders-- to evolve into the great pokemon we were all destined to become.. 2009 was a year of substantial evolving for me.

In May, i graduated from high school... barely... i slacked a little too much for MSMS. And i am thankful those people tolerated me. i probably woulda been back at Holly High w/ my black hoodie hustlin hot cheetos and caprisans, 2 for a dollar. holla atcha boi. Thankfully, After graduation, i had around 11 schools across the US to choose from, all full rides, but i ended up at olemiss. . . .

i cant say i developed much academically at MSMS my senior year, but i sure in hell did grow as an individual. and i was a pretty naked individual- emotionally. i was clothed in ignorance , polished by unfavorable trends, perfumed with bad attitude- and how i stunk. i was exaggerating quite a bit. i wasnt really that kind of person. but the point is , i wasnt who i am today.

It was then when i became aware of how indifferent society truly is to us individuals.. That no one one truly gives a damn about you unless you show how much you care for them. would i be better off in NYC? or Los Angeles? ... how i really wanted to go to those places... but my teachers exposed the embarrassing truth through calm, but persuasive explanations .. "truth is ,no matter where you go, you still have to find out who you are and what your purpose is...." later i figured that a place like NYC would probably make it more difficult; you have so many distractions from 'yourself'- this hinders self development. you get me? but Mississippi is ok afterall , i guess... milk is cheap, big booty girls are plenty, and taxes are low.

Its kinda funny that its like this, but it's become evident: How we think people see us is how we began to see ourselves. those collected judgments become the self-image we work towards.. for example... somebody told Gucci Mane they understood him when he talks, so. he sold a record. brrrh. somebody told soulja boy his new shoes were tite, so he starts sellin them? lol.. ughh.

finally, i have learned that you aint NOTHING without NOBODY. imma say it again : NOTHING without NOBODY. i know the grammar is wrong, 'bt hlf ov yal wnt evn knw bcuz u tlk lke dis Newyz'. Everything i have or know is because of someone else. and there's not much i can do in this world on my own. Doesn't matter how smart people say i am ,how funny i can be, how handsome they say i look (lol)... YOU NEED OTHER PEOPLE to make it in this world. Respect people whether they are above or below you socially. FORGIVE and just let shit go...

remember :

Don't carry all that extra baggage with you on the road to success; it's not only emotionally heavy, but it mentally slows the trip. Negative people or other unfortunate events will jump out at you like rape charges on Rkelly. But you're too good to fall for this kind of stuff.. but When it's all said and done, you can find me at the airport. My ticket's been purchased- and I'm headed to the top.

Hop in your jets; start your engines...

I'll race you there

I hope you guys enjoyed reading that as much as I did. It was written as an end of the year note on Facebook by an acquaintance. I hope you can at least get something out of it. Okay this is lazy blogging I'm already so busy with school and haven't been able to be on here.

Monday, January 11, 2010

Farewell Thee Well

So I'm back to school. I'm excited to be back but I wish my break was a little longer. I just bought new laptop and it's nicer than the one I had before except the space button has an irritating tap sound when I press it. First day of classes went pretty good. I like the classes I had. I went to a funeral some days ago and I was pretty close to the person so I spoke. Here's what I wrote. I took a couple of stuff out because it's pretty personal. I'm not quite sure yet why I'm sharing this but here it is.

This is one thing I wished I never had to write. I couldn’t have imagined this happening in a million years. People die all the time but no one should have to pass this way. But what hurts me the most is that she had a life full of potential and the beginning of happiness. She wasn’t the best person in the world but was always true to herself. I don’t think I fully understood her ways till she passed. From the womb she was unwanted. Those who were supposed to take care of her and be responsible for her failed her. She lost trust in people and rarely let people in. She worked extremely hard because she never wanted to depend on anyone. It might look like she had a terrible life but she didn’t. Later in her short life she was able to meet amazing people like my mother, her siblings, her friends and her husband. She was able to let these people in and she let them love her. She was able to shed her exterior and be vulnerable with them. Personally, I will miss her. I’m still hoping that she’ll come knocking the door bringing us fried rice. I’ll miss the TV shows and artists she introduced me to when I first came to the US. Every time there’s an award show, I’ll always think of her. I’ll miss how comfortable she was with herself. I’ll miss the way she talks. I’ll miss seeing her in her different hairstyles and clothes. I’ll miss seeing the whimsical relationship between my mother and her. They had a special relationship I don’t think anyone can fully understand. She was full of life. She had a great presence. I’m deeply saddened but knowing her she’ll want me and all of us to stay strong.

Goodbyes are not forever.

Goodbyes are not the end.

They simply mean I'll miss you

Until we meet again!

~Author Unknown

The Broken Chain

by Unknown

We little knew that morning that

God was going to call your name.

In life we loved you dearly,

in death we do the same.

It broke our hearts to lose you,

the day God called you home.

You left us peaceful memories,

your love is still our guide;

and though we cannot see you,

you are always at our side.

Our Family chain is broken,

and nothing seems the same;

but as God calls us one by one,

the Chain will link again.

If love could have saved you, you would have lived forever.

Gone yet not forgotten,

Although we are apart,

Your spirit lives within me,

Forever in my heart.

If Tears Could Build A Stairway

If tears could build a stairway

and thoughts a memory lane

I'd walk right up to heaven

and bring you home again

No Farewell words were spoken

No time to say good-bye

You were gone before I knew it

And only God knows why.

My heart's still active in sadness

And secret tears still flow

What it meant to lose you

No one can ever know.

But now I know you want us

To mourn for you no more

To remember all the happy times

Life still has much in store.

You'll never be forgotten

I pledge to you today

Last semester I didn't update my blog at all and here I am the first day of the semester already blogging. So proud of myself!

Today in my reading Islam class, the American professor was asking us where we were from and for the first time in my life I felt weird to say I was Nigerian because I might be seen as a terrorist. I'm used to the Nigerians are frauds or the Africans live in the jungle stereotype but now I have to worry about being seen as a terrorist? Damn. Thanks for the twitter feedback. I'm gonna stick with facebook and blogger for now and see how my semester goes before I join.

Monday, January 4, 2010


Twitter! So a lot of my friends are on twitter but I'm not. Social networking sites are addicting and I don't know if I want to get into any other time consuming stuff. I know a lot of bloggers are on twitter so I'm thinking about getting one. How do you like it and what are the pros and cons? Do you use your blogger name? Do you just use it to communicate with other bloggers or is it your real identity with real life people and bloggers mixed together? I think this is enough questions. lol. Your responses will be helpful and thanks in advance. ;-)

Happy New Year! Someone close to me passed away before the new year so mine wasn't so happy but I'm hoping two thousand and ten or 20-10 (as some people say) turns out to be much better for me. And for you as well!

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