Stereo Hearts.

There is a pain that is caused by a perpetual search for intimacy. Although we are not lonely, we feel alone. When we are not alone and we see a happy couple, we long for what they have but still want to be alone because it’s easier. Even though it’s easier, we are still miserable. It is an interesting cycle. Yes. There are those of us who are happy being single, then there are those of us who are unhappy being single but do not want to be in relationships. - Khaya.

I totally have a crush on him. On twitter off kess, he also didnt go to Uni and is an Ad exec in SA ( think Don draper a la madmen )

I would have put up his blog links, but there is no fun in sharing.

ps im still basking in the post birthday euphoria. to everyone that came AND Oyinkan. Thank you!

#np Stereo Hearts. * Insert the bbm love emoticon here*

pss: for some reason im itching to see the lover tomorrow night, im actually getting excited about it.

Urgh i hate that he excites me. ok a part of me likes it. still Iyama.

Happy Birthday to Me

I was going to do this all day.

BUt before i start.

Thank you everybody, the presents, your presence the messages, phone calls. everything.

It was just too much.

I have the most amazing friends yall.

And to every one who came tonight despite the traffic. Thank you. It means a lot to me especially as Sbaby was mocking me that no one was coming.

Thank all of you.

Extra spesh Shout out to Rozay*! I love you baby.

No for real, i Love him very very plenty.

Ive been sending him raunchy bbm messages all evening, thats the kinda shit love does to you.

So i didnt intend to do anything or even have anyone over sef- as always.

Then day before yesterday, i Ran into( ok not ran into) went to see My aunt, who convinced me she had everything on lockdown.

and she did.

cooler of rice, small chops, drinks. all i had to do was pick up.

and that i did.

Shout out to oneki.

As if i knew i would eat as if there was no tomorrow( totally bad move) i started my Birthday with prayer with my mother - In which she shamelessly plugged the need for me to get married, i mean i know its prayer and all, but not with me, about me and on my birthday-still Love my momma.

Then at 5:30 i dragged my ass to the gym. yes you people are seeing right. at 5:30am.

I went to the gym.

Although i dont feel slimmer i beliee God rewards hard work.

Went to work late- Because of my mum, - who gave me the most Amazing birthday pressie.

Then my Phone and bbm and Lord my Facebook.

Truly Truly and Truly, i felt Loved.

Only downside to this, i earned like 30 new contacts- although i intend to delete them all in 2 weeks.

Back to feeling loved. since i am obscenely emotional( i cry) when people shower me with affection. I promised myself that no matter what happens to day i wont cry.

But When Ivana and Olivia ( My little cousins in yankee) called me today my bladder behind my eyes gave way and i started weeping. only a little.

I could feel the love. - i think this is inexplicable but i know what im saying.

anyways fast forward to after lunch, My girles< Itunes, Sab and Yeriye> came to my office to visit me. :)

and we were just there gisting in the visiting room, when a delivery guy walked in with a cake. FOR ME!!!!

Iwas too blown away. i was like :O then *insert weeping smiley* but good tears.

i had them take it away because the useless front desk guy there that always gives me grief was showing a bit too much interest in the said cake.

5:25 at oshodi and there is traffic, luckily for me Mr Esan My Mopol driver is the one taking me around this week. We one-wayed a number of ilupeju roads, especially coker link road to oshodi. it was a mess, But When Mr E is driving i feel kinda safe( i also love the lawlessness of Nigerians)

When someone that was controlling traffic at the junction where we were taking one way tried to stop us, he abused the person and said this yeye boys scout. and He knew he was wrong.

as i said, i love the lawlessness of Lagos driving.

anyways so i find my way to Ebutemetta to pick up the food. Oneki has a mini cooler waiting to have me taste the rice. Tastes Fucking delish.

we get home. and My friends are already waiting for me.

It was an amazing Night, Alcohol, good company, Presents, back and forth good natured banter, party Jollof rice, Small chops and Debo.

The night couldnt possibly get better, then Officer Ricky showed up.

and it was a Wrap!

Then my mum came in 1 hour later and said, " ah i dont see any champagne on the table, where is it, You mean you didnt give them any?" Oya go up and get some.

Na so popping of champagne enter the matter.

it was Such an awesome Night. and i am thankful, for the presents, the calls, messages, new addtions on bbm, pin messages, OMG the tweets!!!- that i would soon finish replying ni oruko Jesu, face book wall posts and messages- Which i have NO intentions of even replying, everything was just too much. if any thing topped game night and karaoke put together- it was this.

My Birthday was Amazing. and from the bottom of my heart i Thank everybody that made it that. God bless you< Richly.

Extra Shout out to my cousin for my bottles of Moscato. :)

I dont want yesterday to even end. but it has. and i am truly thankful for Gods blessings in my life.

Ps: So happy birthday to Ori and Bomo. I love you both.

Pss: All variations of the names of Rick ross the rapper ie Officer Ricky, Rozay etc is in reference to the Lover.

food for thought.

In as much as ive never hidden the fact that i have always wanted to model,

I quite like my day job, and im pretty good at it.

I want to make partner and buy out my firm, put my name on that letter head paper type shit.

I mean i cant sing or dance or walk right( cause of my reccurent left knee patella dislocation)ever

hence i cant model. and i walk with a slight spring in my step.

But i can balance the hell out of an account.

Cash flows are my babies, and preparing accounts- piece of cake.

My cousin and his friends used to mock me that if i get high my weird thing ( apparently everyone has one) would be to open an accounts text book and balance the shit outta it.

( I have never smoked weed, I am scared shitless of stuff that make me lose control)

so when i saw this article, it got me thinking... If i did lose my Day Job.. What am i going to get up too?

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/jermaine-spradley/a-millennial-manifesto-jobs_b_956053.html

Because of this im off to learn a handwork, be it sewing o, or hair dressing. or something random.

Although i have an awesome taste in Music AND i would be a kick ass dee jay.

so Food for thought yall.. yay or nay to 9-5's?

Thankful

This year has been amazing.

I Have so much to be thankful for.

Too much sef.

God has been too good to me.

I have been blessed beyond measure, if i say want to use all the strands of hair on my head as tongues to thank him, best believe it still would not be enough.

Thank you Lord.

You have been too kind. And i am more than thankful.

I get teary eyed, when i have to look back at where God has brought my Family and I from.

We have too much to be thankful.

And father i am thankful.

... Sounds like a Tush frog

I can not sing to save anybody talk less of my own life.

But Eneni wanted Karaoke, so we gave her karaoke... Lagos style.

I had too much fun last night.

Shout out to all the girls that came through.

Also special extra special shout out to the yummy yellow boy that is going to drive mt to join my church choir.

When we walked in, he was sitting alone singing Sinatra's i did it my way.

and Negro was Killing it. Infact he was over killing it.

Infact never has the urge to be friends with someone ever been that strong for me. ever.

I actually hate new people so tryna make new friends sans a mutual friend- is most likely impossible.

But my girls and i turned into famz and joined him.

Turns out the Queen Famz knew him so we were covered.

However Negro drives on the other side of the road. :(

and is Yellow.

But it was such an amazing night. I wish i could bottle it up and sip the memories everytime im low.

:)

Def one of the best weekends in a while.

And i killed it at the wedding.

One lady said a picture i took is the kind people use to find husband.

thats how yummy i looked. :)

Today i went to see the lover.

Its Odd how i dont see him for a week and when i see him. it hits me how much i missed him.

Very odd.

I miss you boo. ( he doesnt read this so im cool)

lol.

OH and HE LIKED THE HAIR.

Ive found an excuse to go to my office tomorrow so i can use style to show my new birthday in the office.

It is actually that nice.

Today i was strong, i went to ICF with Oyinkan and her girlies, AND i remained strong and ordered chicken & sweet corn soup. and i did not buy chinese or muffins or any of those things.

I am really proud of myself.

Because i suspect i am a closet foodie. :(

Update

So i got my hair braided. and it looks good. i quite like it.

its also really colored.

BUT it hurts too much when i attempt to dutty wine with it.

so maybe next weekend then.

My gurl Eneni is in for the weekend!

and she brought my birthday present!!!!!

Old friends Rock!

#sidebar New friends should seize this opportunity to rock and buy me Presents!

You are now reading the blog of a proud new owner of Zaron pallet!!!!

Im sooo excited.

I love her and Nengi so much. they are practically my sisters!

However thier extermely hot brother Teks is NOT my brother.

( hey teks if you read this, we should kick it (read as get drinks) sometime- in the near future like say tomorrow, after the wedding?)

LOL jk.

However I'd like to know when Deji Fanta got that Hot.

Onto more important things, like how fabulous i shall be looking tomorrow.

I actually have 3 dresses and i have NO idea which to wear.

I need to stop living outta my suit case.

Well in my defense, its just one suitcase now.

I have managed to unpack the other one- into the current suitcase.

lol.

I amuse myself sometimes.

My hair is freaking gorge and its exciting me

If i knew Ghana weaving would make me look like good, You know i would have been on it since 19 60 gbelele.

but it chops front hair so im just gonna make the most outta it.

However this is really spesh to me because i

1) made it under the Ikeja bridge.

Ok not really under, more like opposite under the bride.

2) It was MORE expensive than i would have paid

at the salon at Aguda where i usually braid my hair.

3) I managed to forget my wallet at home when i went to make my hair

which i kinda didnt notice until i had 2 pay for sthg after they had started my hair and i could turn back, so i basically called my home gurl ( Shout out to D) who didnt have cash, but asked her Man to give my driver which i sent to go and pick it up.

Oh and D if you are reading this, there is no way im driving to GRA on a saturday so yeah, you'll get ur cash on Monday.

4) My Lover totally hearts braids and all that jazz, he thinks they are uber sexy. i think i agree.

I am seriously giving off dominatrix vibes when i pack it into a pony tail.

and its yansh length.

I swear this Ghana weaving can do no wrong in my eye.

oh probably except the fact that my hair is due and the life span is 2 weeks.

BUT I STILL LOVE EEETTTTT.

and yes, i realise how self absorbed this post is.

speaking of hair

My home girl Anu went Natural and is even more self absorbed than me, she decided to blog about it.

go on -----> www.nushy-myhairjourney.blogspot.com copy and past that into your browser.

Im yet to find someone that liberated by cutting off her hair.

But then what do i know? i cut mine when i was 18,

I think as long as you feel good, with relaxed, or natural or "ghana weave" hair, you are beautiful.

ok gatta catch some beauty winks to look super great tomorrow!

Musings

I think we enable the men in our society to be dependents.

I look at my 21 year old brother, who is still living at home, who every thing is done for.

At 13, i was a frequent visitor to oyingbo market, i was cooking and what not.

I go to the market now sparingly because i have a maid( who is probably as useless as my brother)

But the point is, i was raised washing plates- that my brother used to eat

Making the bed- That he slept on

Sweeping the palor - that he and his friends came to play game in.

and basically picking up after him.

Infact my Mother would scream at me, if any thing happened to my brother.

And now she complains that he isnt accountable.

Because he has never been accountable for anything.

and all the while my mother would be screaming about how i intend to go and disgrace her in my husbands house if i burn stew.

One day im going to tell her" My husband probably cant cook -except indome- whatever i cook, he would eat"

- when i move into my husbands house off course.

So im wondering Who do we blame for men that are dependent, the men?

Or the mothers who babied them all their lives?

- This still applies to my grandmother and my Uncles, you should see how she pets them. *vom*