My mother.

Why I love my mother. #pause.

I can't even begin to express my love for her. Or how or why I love her. My Mother is the Modern day super-woman image men have in their heads that feminists on twitter hate.
And I'm not joking.
Growing up I did not understand her strength but once I got a job, I realised how strong and beautiful she was.

I remember when my father left and we had nothing. And by Nothing I mean Nothing. She was a full time house wife(by his demands) so she had no job, no source of income no nothing. But I remember her paying our fees every term without delay. I remember her baking us birthday cakes every birthday to take to school, I remember her doing everything possible to make us forget she was a single parent.

I remember her not attending any owambes because she said she had only money for her children. For a loooong time I remember my Mother constantly sacrificing to make sure we were content. I remember her dragging us to church as children for any practise possible. Choir, acting drama. All sorts.

And lawwd I remember her never beating us, BUT delegating that duty to the gate man. Who did not spare the rod. Mothers day is on sunday. And even though I had as many tongues as I had strands of hair on my head, it would not be enough for me to thank God for making me her daughter.

My mother is someone whose life story I can't not divulge all the details but she is one of the most beautiful people in this world. Ask the people around her. She is a rare dying breed of human beings. Everyday I watch her and I pray to God to please let me half the woman she is. If I turn out to be a quarter of the person she is. I'll die happy.

Anyway as I was saying, she keeps the home, cooks a MEAN pot of stew jollof rice and everything you can think off, she has a proper job in the stressful banking sector, she is chairman of her women society in church, she has 2 graduates as daughters... And she can change a flat tyre. Coupled with the fact that she does NOT have a husband. My mother today with the person she is, has defied all natural laws of progression. And I know it is the grace of God on her life.

I love my mother most of all, because she gives me advice no one else gives me. I've heard people say things like" trying to explain to my parents never work out" pele o.
My Mother may scream and rant and Rave BUT with good reason. My friends who know my mother are constantly in awe of how much she has done with so little she was given.

My mother has given me a different edge to view life in general. My mother told me and I would never forget" Money will come, don't sell yourself and don't compare your self" and I have never looked back and not appreciated it more.

When I failed my exams in May last year, my Mother was excited that I passed 3 papers. And was livid that I was crying that I failed one. She told me I was ungrateful and she will always be proud of me.
The reason I probably love my mother the most of all, is her spirit of generosity. Even when she doesn't have, she gives.

I really really really pray she gets all her heart desires.
I love her so much, it hurts.

Happy mothers day in advance mummy.

I know its sunday, but because I may have no time then. *work suxx*

random.

its been a while now, ive been saying i was going to blog i had soooo much to blog about.

1st. my homie Oye Boom Boom took me for LPM. :o. im shocked. or rather was shocked at the ridiculous prices of most of the stuff.

like what is up with sewing a jump suit and selling it N28k? that is TWENTY EIGHT THOUSAND NAIRA. For those who werent too sure.

mind u this jump suit was made of ankara.

now maybe i am a cheap skate o. i dunno BUT its never that serious.
anyhoos i bought some cute black zip accessory, i saw and loved. im yet to wear it tho.

moving on. monday came and i got to work only to find that i was posted to abuja. like the hell tho. since i started work all my jobs have been one kind. anyways na so i pack my load.

the lover hates the job already. but wont let me come and see him in Lagos for the weekend. and he wont come too. work is a female dog. and i hate being soo grown.

anyways this job is nothing like my last job. for one, my clients are horny italian bastards.

that being said, it seems like i was asked on this job to pacify my clients. who have had men sent here in the last four years of this job.

either that OR i have a huge FUCK ME sign on my forehead. because i can not understand how everyone here is hitting on me. im not even hot.:(

and in as much as i love the attention, its freaking me out. urgh.

my clients keep asking me out randomly, to go swimming or to dinner or watever.

i keep stating VERY clearly that i have a lover but they seem to be hearing something else. *sigh*

the job is sooo voluminous. its moving so freaking slowly i just want to go home and have dinner with the lover. just dinner tho.

yay lent is here. this year im fufiling all righteousness and im fasting for 40days. im excited because i never ever get it done im such a food monger. anyways since the food here is nasty i may as well. plus its a new diet regime. lol. i kid. its not easy. but i think i can make it work. im also praying seriously that i finish.

i attended COZA. on sunday i love the church. will def go back. started in illorin and has done so well. i have a thing for wilderness churches sha.

my new snr hates me and thinks im spoilt. he also didnt invite me to last years workspace so everything i do, im doing from scratch and making a loooot of mistakes, its ok sha, we live and learn everyday.


asides all this im alive and thankful. i cant wait to be home tho, there is really no place like home. *tapping my red shoes*

My best friend.

last night i was having dinner with the lover and his brother,and i dont know how the issue of best friend came up BUT it did.

anyhoos the lovers brother decided to share why he doesnt have and would never have a best friend. enjoy.

i was in primary 5 blue and my best friend F was in 5 red, although there was thia my guy in 5 blue called B. who was my class guy but not my best friend. then that day everyone was supposed to write a composition, abi comprehension, its composition i chipped in. ehn composition, so that is how i hadnt started when B came to show me his own, he wrote about me. however my best friend was F in primary 5 red,i didnt know wat to do, this was the biggest dilemma of my life.

FREAKINGPAUSE.

now i do not subscribe to the school of thought of best friend ship, but heey watever lets u sleep in peace at odd hours.

any ways i thought and thought of what to do when i finally decided to write about..... wait for it JESUS.

THE END.
and the 3 of us almost died of laughter. too funny. i dont understand whats there in being best friends with someone who you arent their best friend.
i think its ok. but then again what do i know? asides the magic of excel sheets?

but in primary 5 i would have chosen someone and not picked Jesus.
then apparently the essay went something like this
Jesus is my Best friend, he wakes me up in the morning, he teaches me the bible.

like really? really?

so no i dont have a best friend, but im sure if i did i'd say either my mum or the Lover. lolz and that is just too damn cliche.

anyways whats been up with yall?
any better?
work is beginning to take on dementor traits men. had 2 lie 2 my boss my brother was sick so i could close by 4pm today. hopefully he'll fall for it.
*fingers crossed*

nails

1ssst kudos to girls that fix thier nails.

i dont know how yall live with this ish. i cant type, cant pick my nose, i cant scratch my lovers back. urgh. what is up with that?

anyhoos. im glad Arsenal won the game yesterday.:) very excited. it was such a good game.

the Lover supports arsenal. :)

moving on. i have a dilemma.
you see i have this co-worker. that can not speak english to save his life.
as a matter of fact i find this spoken english offensive. and ive tried and tried to assist but his persona doesnt make it easy.

he is uncouth as well. chews like a goat, chewing the cud. drinks water like someone sucking frozen super yogo from a pin sized hole. you know sound effects and all.

like wth?
now im not the most composed person but this Dude i really wonder how he got this job. *side eye* to the interviewers.

i think spoken english and presentation should be one of the main factors when employing someone.

anyways enough of the rant, ive noticed that my boss enjoys giving me most of the work to do. so basically i do, my portion.HIS portion, then my Bosses portion.

can someone say slave trade.

anyhoos im contemplating sending him some finishing school links you know so he can better himself and all that.

not like i care or anything. just that ive seen disadvantaged people pick themselves up and rise.

anyhoos back 2 work.

Strong ting.

Im listening to my Ipod. Its been churning out all these sex songs all day.
Like its trying to tell me something. Im not listening. I have no idea how those songs even got on.
Any ways so im here lying in bed. And pretty wings by Maxwell comes on.
This is my JAM.
So im excited and singing and prancing around like a wet rat inside water. Then the song ends. *Sigh*

Strong thing came on. I actually have it on repeat as i blog this...
It reminds me of someone, from past. Someone who i think of now and *chuckle*
So yea Diddy you crossed my mind today.
I cant even remember why i cut him off. Im sure it was for the best.
I wisy him and his the best. He turned out to be one of the nicest things i found on the internet.
And for that, i am grateful.
#np on repeat Strong ting BankyW.

Along with scents, songs trigger memory.   and no it wasn’t our song :P
Lol i just changed the song and gongo aso by 9ice came on. I feel a strong urge to delete this post.
Ok back 2 work. Toodles. :*

Wrong in all the Right ways

i Cant find the appropriate word to describe exactly how i feel.
i havent written anything, anywherein months.
been erratic with my blogging, my Journals are so scanty.
the Lover receives no more Love letters.

but despite working from 5:30am till late to meet (a rather absurd) deadline.
i am thankful.

supportive family friends and even more supportive Lover.
*pauses to mute tv*
music in this generation is tres shitty.

which brings me to another issue.

WTF is up with Girls from well to do homes wanting to be video girls?
i mean i get the need 2 be in the lime light and all that, but cammaan isnt prancing around half naked a tad bit too much?

call me prude, Judgemental, overtly Moral. but we need to be careful, i dunno about you BUT i dont want to look back at my life and see myself half naked dancing around on tv with strange men.

whats even more ludacris about this whole situation is that this seems 2 be some sort of acomplishment. im confused.

luckily for me i have no one in my life who chooses to indulge in such foolery.

because u can be sure i'll cut u off asap.

now seeing as im in a better mood i may as well just say what has been up with me.

I passed my exams. yay me.
Got the job i wanted.

turns out i sold my soul to the devil. today work started at 5.30am.

and ended at about 8pm. by ended i mean i shut down. we were at work till much later. i was just faffing around pretending 2 look busy.

i dont have a choice tho, i have 2 work as i have refused 2 do aristo. i gatta work.

im Home Sick.

My aunty is getting married next week. im Nervous as hell. i cried during her traditional wedding. just thinking about her getting married gets me teary eyed.

like she Practically Raised me and all that. she taught me how to cook, clean and what not. i can NOT believe she is actually leaving. *wails*

all good things do come to an end shaaa.

i know this is such a shoddy post and all that. when i have time. imma put my back into it and blog proper.

and how the hell did i not know that Miss Nicki ( fake ass) Minaj had a new single?

i totally LOVE the song. talk about perfect lyrics. i still hate Nicki tho, urgh.

i need 2 crash now. before i have 2 get back 2 work.

#np Right thru me.

ps the song i muted during this post" wacka floka" no hands. how ironic ur name is WAKA. and u r singing about no hands. i just had 2 mute it.

happy new ywar

Too much going on right now.

All good stuff. I'll hola with the deets lateR