shit i cant stand.

pardon my french. or not. i really dont care.

tonight my friend told me her boyfriend of over only God knows how many years

told her he has another girlfriend.

#freakingpause.

men just do the most sha.

when he didnt have a job. she stood by him.

he had nothing. she said she was going to die there.

he has a job now. bastard has a new girl.

im so tired of men pulling bullshit stunts like this. so freaking irritating.

#np Same script different cast.

The evils women endure.

im an absolute private person. dont let my " i miss my lover tweets deceive you"

i wrote a piece about myself today. but i'd blog that later.

when i was 16 i was in QC and we had a breast awareness forum. i discovered a lump in my right breast.

i took it out. and the scars are there. to remind me of his grace.

everytime someone remotely knows aomeone with breast cancer im scared because it could have been me. at 16. or something.

all im saying is that there is so much to be thankful for.

and we should please try to help other people in need. no matter how little.

it could be a smile to a stranger. a phone call to an old friend, a word of encouragement.

or maybe a red leather briefcase. that costs 500 euro to me.

i wont turn it down. im not rude.

well my mother raised me better than that.

that being said. im obviously not the only one who finds music made in the last 5-6 years unlistenable? no?

and i wish yahoo would stop doing the most about this royal wedding madness.

good bye firenze

i love my family.

my mother says we cant cook. my sister says im such a good cook and my brother eats anything i cook.

win-lose-win.

my holiday ends today. well in italy. i am sad. money has finished. :( and my mother is making me go around to buy bags.
im sad.

btw i sold my bb AND the nigga i sold it too is trying to keep all my contacts. please delete me if you had me on bb.

caio caio bella.

Gellatio

which happens to rhyme with fellatio is the italian word for ice-cream.

i know i know.
lick lick. slurp slurp.

today my momma and i went for the festival of fireworks or whatever its called.

so freaking beautiful. luckily for us our hotel is on the street of the Duomo, amazing amazing building.

went shopping yesterday. in the words of kanye.

i shop so much i can speak italian.
no seriously tho. im broke *pouts* too many beautiful bags and purses.

and yall know bags are my weakness.

sadly my Momma did NOT buy any for me *wailsss*

apparently i havent reached the point of carrying pure italian leather bags.

we THEN. walked into one shop and she made me pick out a briefcase for her. when i saw this beautiful beautiful beautiful 500 euro blood red briefcase.

*sniff* i dunno what im going to doooo.
im going to have 2 marry a politican. because i doubt any man that earns his money properly would be generous like that.


so after dancing around the briefcase. my mother took pity on me and paid.

*wakes up from slumber*

fear didnt even allow me show her sef. before she will land me back hand slap. for being greedy. and knowing my momma. this is not impossible. anyways i took some pictures to masturbate with. after watching my momma pay for hers. *side eye*

anywaysss fun holiday so far. beautiful beautiful city.

esihh went clubbing on friday with my sister.
all her friends had oyibo lovers. abi toasters.

one of them's russian lover. cant speak english to save the queen.

so thats how we were sitting down ordering drinks o. i now tried to form conversation with oyibo. as i cant now be a slacker nko.

thats when he said in the sexieeeeeessssssssst russian accent everrrrr. "no speak english" *pulling pants up*

*sigh*
so i asked my sister. erm sorry o but how do these people(referring to her friend and her russian boo) communicate.

then he looked at me like i was oh so retarded. and replied in the most condescending manner " google translator off course" almost sounded like. are you dumb.

lol.

anywaaaaays. i got of the bb wagon. finally. more productivity at work. can i get an AMENNNNN!

for now sha.

ok gatta go shopping.
toodlesss

everything sounds sexy in french

but even sexier in italian.

and i know this simply because yours truly is in firenze.

yayyyyyy *wiggles toes*

i love my momma. i finally managed to snag 3 days from work sigh not like im eligible or anythng but yes God has been merciful.

i wish i culd blog so often but work is a bitch.
i miss the Lover and as always i wish he were here. or it that supposed to be was?

messing around.

ciao

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*