This post was sent in by @osisiye. Hope you enjoy it. You can check out his blog here -> Osisiye's blog
Meanwhile, those of you "missing" me should check out Redish InkSpots I'm working on something for here as well sha, so... Be patient :) yeah. Pilz out niccurrs.
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Two sweethearts like a summer wind
In school, when she had her first period, she snuck a note to me. I’m stained. I ran to the Boys Hostel which was closer to the classes and got her a roll of toilet roll-Rose.
When she gave some teacher lip, the principal sent her out of the class and told her to go cut the lawn where we held assembly every morning. I stayed back in the class-to neatly pack her books into her locker and together we spent all day outside. We sat on old newspaper and watched the whirring of the fan in the classrooms. We ignored the busybody teachers that passed and called us nincompoops. During the night prep, she told me the experience of the afternoon made her itch and I offered to get her some dusting powder. She declined.
During our valedictory service, she introduced me to her mum who gave me a pack of jollof rice. And in the graduation party after, she had her hair in brown hair extensions that looked like the hairdresser got pissed everytime he plaited a strand halfway-Pick and Drop. She wore a brown shirt that parted to reveal her cleavage and if you peered deeper, you would see her black bra. Each time she smiled, the chandelier dimmed. I proposed to her.
She went to one of these universities, modeled on a secondary school. Don’t step out, don’t do this…don’t do them and don’t do those. I took solace in religion. Every
Sunday saw me headed to church, I was the first to get there and while others were in a rush to get out, I stayed back and gloried in her presence. Oh! The church was same as the mission establishment which founded her school, and we never missed the opportunity to see on Sundays-Akoka to Canaan land.
All summer long, we sang a song and strolled that golden sand
I was posted to Lagos. She to Ebonyi. Then she called. ‘Osisiye, I am coming to see you this weekend. I am ready’. I asked no further questions,but got a drink-Alomo.
We went to the beach, I drank some vodka, she danced some salsa. I talked to her friends, she stared into my eyes. We took a walk, down, down past the horses stamping the ground infrequently, past the beach destitutes who built their shelters with refuse bags and palm fronds, past where sand was heaped waiting for trucks that would come in the morning. Beside the sand dunes, she sat with her back on the sand dunes-a bulwark.
I lost you to a summer wind
She stared into my eyes. I kissed her deeply, she clung to my neck and grasped my buttons. When proceedings were about to begin, I encountered some difficulty-a barrier. She took no notice of it, neither did I and we together groaned to tear apart all barriers. After the proceedings, there was some blood-on her thighs. I couldn’t get some toilet roll nearby-no Rose after I hit the rose. She smiled and walked towards the waters. I protested that the salt water wouldn’t be good for her… she smiled. I stayed some distance and watched her squat to cup some sea water, she backed the water body-foreboding and throbbing. In the dark I saw it hulking-a wave. I walked toward her, opened my mouth and felt the waves on my feet drowning my ‘Come Out’. The wave went back just as it came, no squatting princess, just plain bleached sand-endless.
12 February, 2012
03 January, 2012
01 January, 2012
New Year
Happy New year :D
So, everyone did the whole end-of-year-post thing. Well, I'm doing the beginning-of-new-year post. :)
So. Yeah. :|
Sha, I have a new blog. This one will still be here, but that one's gonna be more operational.
I only have one post sha. You can check it out. It's the pilot for a new serie's Ara's Quest. I hope you like it. Please leave comments.
So, happy new year.
I hope y'all have amazing years WAY better than the last.
Peace, love & Ribena :)
So, everyone did the whole end-of-year-post thing. Well, I'm doing the beginning-of-new-year post. :)
So. Yeah. :|
Sha, I have a new blog. This one will still be here, but that one's gonna be more operational.
I only have one post sha. You can check it out. It's the pilot for a new serie's Ara's Quest. I hope you like it. Please leave comments.
So, happy new year.
I hope y'all have amazing years WAY better than the last.
Peace, love & Ribena :)
15 December, 2011
Behind Her Smile
Hey!
So, this post I decided to put up against my better judgment. I'm still trying to get back into the spirit of things.
Please leave comments, thoughts, and such in the comments section.
Thanks.
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"My goodness, Tobi! You're so bad!"
I smile. I'm not so bad. Well, I could be worse. Much worse. Ari just needs to loosen up more. I was merely pointing out to her how hot the guy two tables away would look between the two of us in a more serene setting.
She always laughs when I make a pass at her. I laugh too, although I'm really not joking. I really do have a thing for her. The mere thought makes her uncomfortable, so I make my desires jokes for her amusement. Anything to keep her happy.
"You look fine, Ari. I wish you'd stop fidgeting."
She smiles coyly. Her insecurity has always been her biggest drawback. For the umpteenth time since I've known her, I wish she could see the beautiful woman everyone else sees.
She's wearing the same dress she wore the last time we were here. Strapless to show off her smooth shoulders, short to show off her amazing legs, fitted and cinched at the waist to shoi$w off her rocking body, and caramel to compliment her skin. I'd picked it out for her earlier and made her wear it for the rest of the day. It's still as hot as it was that day a year ago. I remember I'd joked about stealing it and altering it to fit me, and maybe stealing her body as well. She'd giggled a little and smiled.
"How are you, Ari?"
Lately, I've gotten better at telling when she's not okay. She smiles. That smile I've become too familiar with.
"I'm fine sweetie."
She's not. The light in her eyes, snuffed out. I can almost feel her struggling to keep up her cheery act. Sickening, the feeling is.
"Talk to me."
Those words..... As I utter them now, I ache to smack myself across my face. Talk about "too little too late". Should have noticed earlier. Should've seen through the lies, the "I'm fine"s, the fake smiles.... I'm her best friend. Some best friend I turned out to be.
Don't blame yourself, Tobi.
I scoff. How could I not? I stare at her now. Watch the single tear rolling down her cheek. She's still smiling. It hurts even more. I just want her to be happy.
I'll be fine, sweetie. You should eat. I have to go."
I reach out to hold her outstretched hand. It's warm, but just for a second, and then nothing. She's gone.
I'm alone again. Surrounded by music and cheery people eating and chatting away. My appetite fails me, so I leave.
I take the long route home. Earphones in, volume set to the highest, I let my feet find their own way, and my mind wander back to that day a year ago.
We were seating at the exact same booth by the window. I assumed there was some sort of party going on, because the place was packed. Our order was taking forever, and Ari and I had talked non-stop. Mostly arguing about the dress I'd practically forced her to buy and wear. My phone buzzed, and I was soon distracted by several chats.
"Tobi, I'm going on a trip."
I hadn't even glanced up. "Where to?"
"Not sure yet."
I kept typing away on my phone. "How can you be traveling if you don't know where you're going?"
"I just need to clear my head."
I'd put my phone down and stared at her. She was smiling, and I'd figured it was just another one of her episodes, as I'd liked to call them. "Fine, Ari. If you feel you need a vacation of some sort, go ahead. Just don't stay too long, okay?" She'd glanced at her feet. "Meanwhile, that guy over there is checking you out."
She'd giggled. "He is NOT! Stop it, Tobi."
I'm not walking anymore. I take a deep breath and open my eyes. I want to ring the bell. To be greeted by that cheery smile that came so rarely. To go up to her room and gossip all night and talk about a whole bunch of irrelevant things.
But I know she won't be there. Hasn't been, and won't be, for a while.
That night, I'd walked her home as usual. As we hugged in front of her door, she'd whispered in my ear "I'll be fine."
Sighing, I turn around and head home.
So, this post I decided to put up against my better judgment. I'm still trying to get back into the spirit of things.
Please leave comments, thoughts, and such in the comments section.
Thanks.
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"My goodness, Tobi! You're so bad!"
I smile. I'm not so bad. Well, I could be worse. Much worse. Ari just needs to loosen up more. I was merely pointing out to her how hot the guy two tables away would look between the two of us in a more serene setting.
She always laughs when I make a pass at her. I laugh too, although I'm really not joking. I really do have a thing for her. The mere thought makes her uncomfortable, so I make my desires jokes for her amusement. Anything to keep her happy.
"You look fine, Ari. I wish you'd stop fidgeting."
She smiles coyly. Her insecurity has always been her biggest drawback. For the umpteenth time since I've known her, I wish she could see the beautiful woman everyone else sees.
She's wearing the same dress she wore the last time we were here. Strapless to show off her smooth shoulders, short to show off her amazing legs, fitted and cinched at the waist to shoi$w off her rocking body, and caramel to compliment her skin. I'd picked it out for her earlier and made her wear it for the rest of the day. It's still as hot as it was that day a year ago. I remember I'd joked about stealing it and altering it to fit me, and maybe stealing her body as well. She'd giggled a little and smiled.
"How are you, Ari?"
Lately, I've gotten better at telling when she's not okay. She smiles. That smile I've become too familiar with.
"I'm fine sweetie."
She's not. The light in her eyes, snuffed out. I can almost feel her struggling to keep up her cheery act. Sickening, the feeling is.
"Talk to me."
Those words..... As I utter them now, I ache to smack myself across my face. Talk about "too little too late". Should have noticed earlier. Should've seen through the lies, the "I'm fine"s, the fake smiles.... I'm her best friend. Some best friend I turned out to be.
Don't blame yourself, Tobi.
I scoff. How could I not? I stare at her now. Watch the single tear rolling down her cheek. She's still smiling. It hurts even more. I just want her to be happy.
I'll be fine, sweetie. You should eat. I have to go."
I reach out to hold her outstretched hand. It's warm, but just for a second, and then nothing. She's gone.
I'm alone again. Surrounded by music and cheery people eating and chatting away. My appetite fails me, so I leave.
I take the long route home. Earphones in, volume set to the highest, I let my feet find their own way, and my mind wander back to that day a year ago.
We were seating at the exact same booth by the window. I assumed there was some sort of party going on, because the place was packed. Our order was taking forever, and Ari and I had talked non-stop. Mostly arguing about the dress I'd practically forced her to buy and wear. My phone buzzed, and I was soon distracted by several chats.
"Tobi, I'm going on a trip."
I hadn't even glanced up. "Where to?"
"Not sure yet."
I kept typing away on my phone. "How can you be traveling if you don't know where you're going?"
"I just need to clear my head."
I'd put my phone down and stared at her. She was smiling, and I'd figured it was just another one of her episodes, as I'd liked to call them. "Fine, Ari. If you feel you need a vacation of some sort, go ahead. Just don't stay too long, okay?" She'd glanced at her feet. "Meanwhile, that guy over there is checking you out."
She'd giggled. "He is NOT! Stop it, Tobi."
I'm not walking anymore. I take a deep breath and open my eyes. I want to ring the bell. To be greeted by that cheery smile that came so rarely. To go up to her room and gossip all night and talk about a whole bunch of irrelevant things.
But I know she won't be there. Hasn't been, and won't be, for a while.
That night, I'd walked her home as usual. As we hugged in front of her door, she'd whispered in my ear "I'll be fine."
Sighing, I turn around and head home.
08 December, 2011
Johnnie Walker - #WhatsYourStory
Confidence imparts a wonderful inspiration to it's possessor. - John Milton
Ever been to that point where it feels like you've hit rock bottom? Completely overwhelmed by feelings of hopelessness and helplessness? Desperately seeking something to inspire you? Well, I've kinda been dwelling there recently. Indulging in self-pity, wallowing in depression, and making my mind a comfortable home to thoughts that are usually most unwelcome.
Part of the problem is, I can't write. Writing has always been the way I express myself. My release. My safe haven. I can always write down my thoughts and feelings, or stories, or random stuff, but lately I haven't been able to do any of that.
I get an idea for a story, and I just can't will myself to pick up my pen and notepad (or my phone) and write it down. Even when I try, I find myself questioning my ability to successfully execute the story, and so I just let the idea die. Now, I find myself staring at a blank page for minutes wondering what to write about.
I used to write stories on the spot, and then *POOF* Nothing. Nada. Zilch.
Unfortunately, this lack of confidence has slowly begun to project itself unto various other aspects of my life.
There are a million and one ideas swimming around in my head, but I just lack the motivation. Making any attempt just seems like a waste of time. What would be the point?
Failure is, in a sense, the highway to success, inasmuch as every discovery of what is false leads us to seek earnestly after what is true, and every fresh experience points out some form of error which we shall afterward carefully avoid - John Keats
One of my teachers at school used to say "Sometimes, you need to fall so you can take a quick break before getting back up and continuing stronger."
I'm scared of failure. It's the reason why I haven't gone after a lot of things I really want to. It's a terrible feeling when I enter a contest and lose, or I go after something and don't get it.
I've tried to go after some of the things I want. I expected the obstacles, but still broke down and gave up when I encountered them instead of finding a solution to the problem. Like I half-expected them to just solve themselves, or be taken care of by someone else. It almost never works out that way though.
Problems never fix themselves. Yes, the solution may, in fact, be in the problem itself, but you need to DO something about it, and not just wish it away, or add it to your list of excuses.
Perseverance is a great element of success. If you only knock long enough and loud enough at the gate, you are sure to wake up somebody. - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
It's easy to give up. To lose hope, resign to failure, and just tag it "fate". I've been close myself. Dangerously close. But the truth is you only truly fail when you truly stop trying.
With the help of the most amazing people in the world (my friends), I pulled through. There comes a time when you just have to suck it up, and make a conscious decision to keep moving. Your problems are only as hard/difficult as you let them be.
If you truly want something, don't just want it. Go after it. If you fall, you get up and try again. I try my best to never regret anything I do. Even when I make mistakes (and I do a LOT), I learn from it and move on.
I WILL get where I'm going to. There's a wall in my way, and I have several options.
Ever been to that point where it feels like you've hit rock bottom? Completely overwhelmed by feelings of hopelessness and helplessness? Desperately seeking something to inspire you? Well, I've kinda been dwelling there recently. Indulging in self-pity, wallowing in depression, and making my mind a comfortable home to thoughts that are usually most unwelcome.
Part of the problem is, I can't write. Writing has always been the way I express myself. My release. My safe haven. I can always write down my thoughts and feelings, or stories, or random stuff, but lately I haven't been able to do any of that.
I get an idea for a story, and I just can't will myself to pick up my pen and notepad (or my phone) and write it down. Even when I try, I find myself questioning my ability to successfully execute the story, and so I just let the idea die. Now, I find myself staring at a blank page for minutes wondering what to write about.
I used to write stories on the spot, and then *POOF* Nothing. Nada. Zilch.
Unfortunately, this lack of confidence has slowly begun to project itself unto various other aspects of my life.
There are a million and one ideas swimming around in my head, but I just lack the motivation. Making any attempt just seems like a waste of time. What would be the point?
Failure is, in a sense, the highway to success, inasmuch as every discovery of what is false leads us to seek earnestly after what is true, and every fresh experience points out some form of error which we shall afterward carefully avoid - John Keats
One of my teachers at school used to say "Sometimes, you need to fall so you can take a quick break before getting back up and continuing stronger."
I'm scared of failure. It's the reason why I haven't gone after a lot of things I really want to. It's a terrible feeling when I enter a contest and lose, or I go after something and don't get it.
I've tried to go after some of the things I want. I expected the obstacles, but still broke down and gave up when I encountered them instead of finding a solution to the problem. Like I half-expected them to just solve themselves, or be taken care of by someone else. It almost never works out that way though.
Problems never fix themselves. Yes, the solution may, in fact, be in the problem itself, but you need to DO something about it, and not just wish it away, or add it to your list of excuses.
Perseverance is a great element of success. If you only knock long enough and loud enough at the gate, you are sure to wake up somebody. - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
It's easy to give up. To lose hope, resign to failure, and just tag it "fate". I've been close myself. Dangerously close. But the truth is you only truly fail when you truly stop trying.
With the help of the most amazing people in the world (my friends), I pulled through. There comes a time when you just have to suck it up, and make a conscious decision to keep moving. Your problems are only as hard/difficult as you let them be.
If you truly want something, don't just want it. Go after it. If you fall, you get up and try again. I try my best to never regret anything I do. Even when I make mistakes (and I do a LOT), I learn from it and move on.
I WILL get where I'm going to. There's a wall in my way, and I have several options.
- 1). Walk through it with my super powers.
2). Hit it until it breaks or gives way
3) Go around it
4). Go over it
5). Go under it.
As life would have it, the day I made the decision to stop throwing myself pity parties with an attendance of just me and keep trying, I got the email that led to me writing to this post.
Something big is coming from Johnnie Walker. So, go ahead and like their facebook page.
This post may be an advert, but it's also my way of sticking my foot in a door that I saw closing. It's not too late to turn things around for you.
Keep walking.
05 December, 2011
A Cheery Message From @boluxxxx
So, you may or may not know I'm kinda going through a bit of a rough time right now. Which is kinda why I haven't posted.
Anyhu, @boluxxxx sent me a bc that actually made me laugh. Yeah. So, I decided to share :D
NA BY FORCE TO MARRY?
During a wedding reception; the groom was called upon to give his vote of thanks to his guests and this is what he came up with:
1. I want to first of all thank the Lord Almighty for creating my wife and to also thank the pastor and his wife for lending us their wedding rings.
2. Special appreciation to my landlord who lent us his car.
3. I am most grateful to my boss for... approving the loan I used for the wedding.
4. Big thanks to the committee of friends for the appeal fund they raised on my behalf.
5. Also to my brother's wife, thank you for lending us your wedding gown.
6. Am so grateful to the cake designer for the cake. I promised to return it tomorrow morning as agreed without cutting or eating out of it.
7. Special thanks to my friends who brought food from their homes to help me feed you all. Please for those who were served food good luck and for Those who didn't get any, well we will make it up to you during our child dedication ( hopefully next year).
8. Very big thanks to my parents for bringing the village cultural band to supply the music as well as entertain us all here, today.
9. Not forgetting the church marriage committee, thank you for persuading my wife to marry me.
10. Appreciation to the married men in the church for rushing me into this marriage.
11. The women are not left out, thanks a lot for teaching my wife how to dance.
12. To the youths, thank you for sweeping and decorating this venue with palm fronds.
13. I am also grateful to my teenage friends for helping with the Zobo drink
14. Appreciation to my co-tenants for contributing money for the cameraman
15. Well, I wish you all safe journey and I pray you don't experience what I suffered for this wedding.
Thank you, Bolu ... Y'all have a blessed week.
Also, go to 19th Street and subscribe to follow the 30 Day Guest Blogger Challenge.
Peace, Love & Ribena
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Anyhu, @boluxxxx sent me a bc that actually made me laugh. Yeah. So, I decided to share :D
NA BY FORCE TO MARRY?
During a wedding reception; the groom was called upon to give his vote of thanks to his guests and this is what he came up with:
1. I want to first of all thank the Lord Almighty for creating my wife and to also thank the pastor and his wife for lending us their wedding rings.
2. Special appreciation to my landlord who lent us his car.
3. I am most grateful to my boss for... approving the loan I used for the wedding.
4. Big thanks to the committee of friends for the appeal fund they raised on my behalf.
5. Also to my brother's wife, thank you for lending us your wedding gown.
6. Am so grateful to the cake designer for the cake. I promised to return it tomorrow morning as agreed without cutting or eating out of it.
7. Special thanks to my friends who brought food from their homes to help me feed you all. Please for those who were served food good luck and for Those who didn't get any, well we will make it up to you during our child dedication ( hopefully next year).
8. Very big thanks to my parents for bringing the village cultural band to supply the music as well as entertain us all here, today.
9. Not forgetting the church marriage committee, thank you for persuading my wife to marry me.
10. Appreciation to the married men in the church for rushing me into this marriage.
11. The women are not left out, thanks a lot for teaching my wife how to dance.
12. To the youths, thank you for sweeping and decorating this venue with palm fronds.
13. I am also grateful to my teenage friends for helping with the Zobo drink
14. Appreciation to my co-tenants for contributing money for the cameraman
15. Well, I wish you all safe journey and I pray you don't experience what I suffered for this wedding.
Thank you, Bolu ... Y'all have a blessed week.
Also, go to 19th Street and subscribe to follow the 30 Day Guest Blogger Challenge.
Peace, Love & Ribena
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01 October, 2011
A Post of Sorts
*attempts to clear dust and cobwebs* :| *sits on newspaper instead*
My country peepu!! Happy October!!! It haff tey since I was here. But we're glad to be back. Yes, yes! We are!
WARNING: This post contains information that may or may not be your business. It will be frightfully long and incredibly boring and most likely disjointed as my thought pattern right now is starving (as is my stomach). I will also attempt to be funny. And I will be advertising blogs. Why? Because I can. Feel free to close the page now. Or bear with me :)
So! This post was supposed to go up on the first. It didn't because, as you must have realised, I'm just writing it. I thought maybe it would be cool to put it up on the 8th. You know? Cuz it'll be exactly one month since my last entry. As a badt goizes :D But, I'm awake now, so why wait?
Now. Why haven't I written in the past month? Well, honestly, for a number of reasons. I will not pin the blame solely on writers' block. Nope. I'm going to give as much detailed information as I possibly can. :) why? Because I can.
Firstly, my writing skill/technique/style/whatever was being questioned. You see, I'm probably the most insecure writer on blogsville. *sigh* Yes. So, when my piece on Decades II went up, and a certain someone (who shall be named later) said he reads my stories like a mills and boon novel, my insecure self zoned in on that. Didn't help when someone now said "I tire from the topics woven common within your stories". Can you imagine? :| So, I decided to do some soul searching. I did! I really did! And do you know what happened? I started questioning myself and my writing. It wasn't a small something oh! And then even though almost everyone kept telling me my stuff is okay, I went ahead and tried something different. The result. I sent in a piece I wasn't ultimately comfortable with for The Writer's Round-A-Bout and nobody liked it. It killed my soul :(
So, I kept thinking. "What should I write about?" Aliens and Sci-fi stuff definitely out already :( I thought maybe I could write about my many kitchen adventures. Like my super sexy noodles that you'd die to try :D , or the time I left a pot of rice on the fire and went out for about 10 hours :| , or maybe how I have to wrap my hands in like three nylon bags before I even consider touching tatase. OR I could write about how some people don't know when to visit people. Like my cousin who packed her entire household (husband, 6 children and a maid) to my house without calling anyone first. :| Or annoying guests who come to the house and ask me to cook for them *yimz* because I resemble house girl in training. *sigh* so many things to write about...
But, after giving it some serious thought, this is what I've concluded in my mind.
I can't do rants as awesomely as @miafarradaily. I'm not even remotely as funny as @Sirkastiq, who actually had people crying when he put up his last post *rme*. I actually thank God for small mercies like not being as mentally unbalanced as @Terdoh. I don't do deep, or dark and twisted, or gore like the afrosays team (@xoAFRO & @UberBetty) that get like 20 "deep" comments on a post, or @weird_oo. I'm not as opinionated as @Qurr whom I love for his ability to intricately weave an interesting piece no matter what it's about. Even his comments sef...Always keep my dictionary open. And, I love bible stories, but I simply can't write about them. Not as interestingly as @tomboxe anyway. I definitely can NOT do love posts like @bule_jr who has taken it upon himself to tackle the world's relationship problems and what-not. None shall rival the queen of sadness @Ms_Dania, and I can't churn out long, kinda confusing, sometimes boring, albeit awesomely written, posts like @ekwem. I don't even want to talk about @thetoolsman or @AlchemistXIII -_- And even though I love to read @awizii's stuff, it mostly reminds me how sucky my attempts at poetry are.
Why did I fill that paragraph with links to people's blogs? Because I can.
Seriously though. These are some of the writers that inspire me. I'd love to write about what they write about, but I can't. Why? Because it's their thing. Not mine.
I write about sex, and threesomes and abuse, etc etc because I'm a virgin like my dear friend, @OlaToxic, and I would really like to get some. :|
But really. Everyone has stuff they're comfortable with writing. This is mine. And although I do try to branch out, I'm very slowly coming to terms with the fact that this just might be my niche. Yeah. So, I'd like my writing to be accorded the same respect I give everyone else's. I accept constructive criticism and the likes, but if you really do find my writing boring, and predictable, and such, I wouldn't like you to keep enduring such torture. Don't read it. It really isn't by force. I read as much posts as I can. If I find it boring along the way, I stop instead of straining my brain. It's really that simple.
But for those who keep coming back, I really am working on something I think maybe might be a little different. And it's going to feature other writers I really respect like @nwaokpoechi, @d3ola, @Aeda_, @Phatiei, @rhaiharnah, @UberBetty, and some other surprise writers :D (yaaay!)
Oh. And appaz, @Reine_LaGlace liked my blog enough to give me an award. Not sure what award it is, or what I'm supposed to do with it (would've preferred cash), but I'm shallow enough to accept it gracefully :D. So, I'm supposed to post a link to the blog of the person who gave me the award (which I've done), say something about myself (please refer to 30 Facts About Me), and then pass the award on to some other bloggers. I think I've covered that. Save a few blogs that I'll link in the next part of this amazing cool story.
So, thus ends my blog exile.
Does this mean my writing will improve? I hope so. Not making any promises though.
But sha, it's very likely that this might be my last blog post. :(
I said 'might' oh! But... *sigh*
Now...
The past couple of months have been rough for me. Lots of complications, emotions flying everywhere, decisions to make... *sigh* But God has been my strength and my comfort :). He's been awesome to me. Honestly. And he's given me such amazing friends who stuck with me, and kept me from going insane, and making stupid decisions and what-not.
Yes, I'm one of those people who live online. So, yeah. I know not everyone you meet on twitter/facebook/yahoo chat rooms/blogsville is your friend. But honestly, I've met THE MOST AMAZING people on twitter/blogsville, and I can proudly say they are the most awesome friends anyone could ask for :)
So, this is saying "Thanks" to @MrOmidiran and @d3ola (who've been with me through it all), @Aeda_, @ibetapassmynebo (my love), my darling @FreshPrinzVick, @bule_jr, @HL_Blue, @Ms_Dania, @MallamSawyerr, @OlaToxic, @Immortal_Teddy, @bolufisher, @nwaokpoechi, @AyoB_, @xoAFRO, @thetoolsman, @awizii, @Mz_Smiler, @9ineBz, my mum @Chidioma, and @AlchemistXIII for being there directly and indirectly. Talking to me, and checking on me, and praying, and just being there when I needed/need to rant. You guys are awesome. I can't forget to thank the love of my life, <3 Ribena <3
If I forgot anyone, I'm sorry.
Because of all the love and support the beautiful people listed above have shown me, I can look at my darling princess, who's one month old today, and smile :D because I know I made the right choice. She's the best birthday present I could have ever hoped or asked for. (Yeah, I had her a day before my birthday ^_^)
You: OMG! You had a baby?! :o
Me: *wears cool shades* Yes boss!
You: Stop lying jhor!
Me: *sigh* no one ever believes me :(
You: But you're a virgin na
Me: :| I know
I will not put up her picture, or write her name here because, quite honestly, some of you scare me. :|. Seriously. But you may refer to her as "Ori Nri II"
I haven't been as absent as I would like y'all to believe. Been reading all the blogs I'm subscribed to. Opening links and what-not. Reading your timelines *shudder*. Some of your comments on some posts... Too much salt. Mhen! Y'all need to calm your titties! I'm sure most of you know the blog I'm talking about. However, I will not dignify them by posting their link here.
Some people need to stop taking posts p. Unless you see something along the lines of "this is based on a true story" somewhere in the post, please stop acting like it's about your uncle's wife's aunty's third cousin's neighbour. Those sooth sayers who predict the end of stories, I hope they're paying you well for that job. And those who bash posts and start fights in the comments section, more grease to your elbows :)
In fact. You know what? I'm gonna pass on this award to every blogger I follow. You know why? Because I've seen something worth taking note of on every blog I've seen. Sure, some stories are drab or not well edited, or poorly constructed. But if we keep knit picking at everything and putting people down, you might just crush the dreams of the next John Grisham, or Nora Roberts, or Frank Perreti or something. You know? So, instead of beating people down, offer constructive criticism.
So, this award goes out to..
@Adm3on
@CapoeiraPanda
@ChykElfarooq_RJ
@cikk0
@darkpoet_
@MsCantFindAName
The members of PTS
@nugwatweets
@SlevinCalevra
@AOT2
@TurieMac who actually has two blogs.
@Griffinstreaks
@SheriphSkills
@Sandie_Pandie
These are the ones I could think of off the top of my head. But, feel free to post links to your blogs in the comments section, cuz this is for you too.
I'm sorry, I don't have a fave blog, or a fave writer. Everyone brings something different, so I can't really decide *Cece shrug*.
This piece pretty much sums up what I've been trying to say.
I'm getting bored. Peace out. (‾⌣‾)♉
SIDENOTE: Those whose blogs were publicized should expect my bill shortly.
Feel free to RT this link.
My country peepu!! Happy October!!! It haff tey since I was here. But we're glad to be back. Yes, yes! We are!
WARNING: This post contains information that may or may not be your business. It will be frightfully long and incredibly boring and most likely disjointed as my thought pattern right now is starving (as is my stomach). I will also attempt to be funny. And I will be advertising blogs. Why? Because I can. Feel free to close the page now. Or bear with me :)
So! This post was supposed to go up on the first. It didn't because, as you must have realised, I'm just writing it. I thought maybe it would be cool to put it up on the 8th. You know? Cuz it'll be exactly one month since my last entry. As a badt goizes :D But, I'm awake now, so why wait?
Now. Why haven't I written in the past month? Well, honestly, for a number of reasons. I will not pin the blame solely on writers' block. Nope. I'm going to give as much detailed information as I possibly can. :) why? Because I can.
Firstly, my writing skill/technique/style/whatever was being questioned. You see, I'm probably the most insecure writer on blogsville. *sigh* Yes. So, when my piece on Decades II went up, and a certain someone (who shall be named later) said he reads my stories like a mills and boon novel, my insecure self zoned in on that. Didn't help when someone now said "I tire from the topics woven common within your stories". Can you imagine? :| So, I decided to do some soul searching. I did! I really did! And do you know what happened? I started questioning myself and my writing. It wasn't a small something oh! And then even though almost everyone kept telling me my stuff is okay, I went ahead and tried something different. The result. I sent in a piece I wasn't ultimately comfortable with for The Writer's Round-A-Bout and nobody liked it. It killed my soul :(
So, I kept thinking. "What should I write about?" Aliens and Sci-fi stuff definitely out already :( I thought maybe I could write about my many kitchen adventures. Like my super sexy noodles that you'd die to try :D , or the time I left a pot of rice on the fire and went out for about 10 hours :| , or maybe how I have to wrap my hands in like three nylon bags before I even consider touching tatase. OR I could write about how some people don't know when to visit people. Like my cousin who packed her entire household (husband, 6 children and a maid) to my house without calling anyone first. :| Or annoying guests who come to the house and ask me to cook for them *yimz* because I resemble house girl in training. *sigh* so many things to write about...
But, after giving it some serious thought, this is what I've concluded in my mind.
I can't do rants as awesomely as @miafarradaily. I'm not even remotely as funny as @Sirkastiq, who actually had people crying when he put up his last post *rme*. I actually thank God for small mercies like not being as mentally unbalanced as @Terdoh. I don't do deep, or dark and twisted, or gore like the afrosays team (@xoAFRO & @UberBetty) that get like 20 "deep" comments on a post, or @weird_oo. I'm not as opinionated as @Qurr whom I love for his ability to intricately weave an interesting piece no matter what it's about. Even his comments sef...Always keep my dictionary open. And, I love bible stories, but I simply can't write about them. Not as interestingly as @tomboxe anyway. I definitely can NOT do love posts like @bule_jr who has taken it upon himself to tackle the world's relationship problems and what-not. None shall rival the queen of sadness @Ms_Dania, and I can't churn out long, kinda confusing, sometimes boring, albeit awesomely written, posts like @ekwem. I don't even want to talk about @thetoolsman or @AlchemistXIII -_- And even though I love to read @awizii's stuff, it mostly reminds me how sucky my attempts at poetry are.
Why did I fill that paragraph with links to people's blogs? Because I can.
Seriously though. These are some of the writers that inspire me. I'd love to write about what they write about, but I can't. Why? Because it's their thing. Not mine.
I write about sex, and threesomes and abuse, etc etc because I'm a virgin like my dear friend, @OlaToxic, and I would really like to get some. :|
But really. Everyone has stuff they're comfortable with writing. This is mine. And although I do try to branch out, I'm very slowly coming to terms with the fact that this just might be my niche. Yeah. So, I'd like my writing to be accorded the same respect I give everyone else's. I accept constructive criticism and the likes, but if you really do find my writing boring, and predictable, and such, I wouldn't like you to keep enduring such torture. Don't read it. It really isn't by force. I read as much posts as I can. If I find it boring along the way, I stop instead of straining my brain. It's really that simple.
But for those who keep coming back, I really am working on something I think maybe might be a little different. And it's going to feature other writers I really respect like @nwaokpoechi, @d3ola, @Aeda_, @Phatiei, @rhaiharnah, @UberBetty, and some other surprise writers :D (yaaay!)
Oh. And appaz, @Reine_LaGlace liked my blog enough to give me an award. Not sure what award it is, or what I'm supposed to do with it (would've preferred cash), but I'm shallow enough to accept it gracefully :D. So, I'm supposed to post a link to the blog of the person who gave me the award (which I've done), say something about myself (please refer to 30 Facts About Me), and then pass the award on to some other bloggers. I think I've covered that. Save a few blogs that I'll link in the next part of this amazing cool story.
So, thus ends my blog exile.
Does this mean my writing will improve? I hope so. Not making any promises though.
But sha, it's very likely that this might be my last blog post. :(
I said 'might' oh! But... *sigh*
Now...
The past couple of months have been rough for me. Lots of complications, emotions flying everywhere, decisions to make... *sigh* But God has been my strength and my comfort :). He's been awesome to me. Honestly. And he's given me such amazing friends who stuck with me, and kept me from going insane, and making stupid decisions and what-not.
Yes, I'm one of those people who live online. So, yeah. I know not everyone you meet on twitter/facebook/yahoo chat rooms/blogsville is your friend. But honestly, I've met THE MOST AMAZING people on twitter/blogsville, and I can proudly say they are the most awesome friends anyone could ask for :)
So, this is saying "Thanks" to @MrOmidiran and @d3ola (who've been with me through it all), @Aeda_, @ibetapassmynebo (my love), my darling @FreshPrinzVick, @bule_jr, @HL_Blue, @Ms_Dania, @MallamSawyerr, @OlaToxic, @Immortal_Teddy, @bolufisher, @nwaokpoechi, @AyoB_, @xoAFRO, @thetoolsman, @awizii, @Mz_Smiler, @9ineBz, my mum @Chidioma, and @AlchemistXIII for being there directly and indirectly. Talking to me, and checking on me, and praying, and just being there when I needed/need to rant. You guys are awesome. I can't forget to thank the love of my life, <3 Ribena <3
If I forgot anyone, I'm sorry.
Because of all the love and support the beautiful people listed above have shown me, I can look at my darling princess, who's one month old today, and smile :D because I know I made the right choice. She's the best birthday present I could have ever hoped or asked for. (Yeah, I had her a day before my birthday ^_^)
You: OMG! You had a baby?! :o
Me: *wears cool shades* Yes boss!
You: Stop lying jhor!
Me: *sigh* no one ever believes me :(
You: But you're a virgin na
Me: :| I know
I will not put up her picture, or write her name here because, quite honestly, some of you scare me. :|. Seriously. But you may refer to her as "Ori Nri II"
I haven't been as absent as I would like y'all to believe. Been reading all the blogs I'm subscribed to. Opening links and what-not. Reading your timelines *shudder*. Some of your comments on some posts... Too much salt. Mhen! Y'all need to calm your titties! I'm sure most of you know the blog I'm talking about. However, I will not dignify them by posting their link here.
Some people need to stop taking posts p. Unless you see something along the lines of "this is based on a true story" somewhere in the post, please stop acting like it's about your uncle's wife's aunty's third cousin's neighbour. Those sooth sayers who predict the end of stories, I hope they're paying you well for that job. And those who bash posts and start fights in the comments section, more grease to your elbows :)
In fact. You know what? I'm gonna pass on this award to every blogger I follow. You know why? Because I've seen something worth taking note of on every blog I've seen. Sure, some stories are drab or not well edited, or poorly constructed. But if we keep knit picking at everything and putting people down, you might just crush the dreams of the next John Grisham, or Nora Roberts, or Frank Perreti or something. You know? So, instead of beating people down, offer constructive criticism.
So, this award goes out to..
@Adm3on
@CapoeiraPanda
@ChykElfarooq_RJ
@cikk0
@darkpoet_
@MsCantFindAName
The members of PTS
@nugwatweets
@SlevinCalevra
@AOT2
@TurieMac who actually has two blogs.
@Griffinstreaks
@SheriphSkills
@Sandie_Pandie
These are the ones I could think of off the top of my head. But, feel free to post links to your blogs in the comments section, cuz this is for you too.
I'm sorry, I don't have a fave blog, or a fave writer. Everyone brings something different, so I can't really decide *Cece shrug*.
This piece pretty much sums up what I've been trying to say.
I'm getting bored. Peace out. (‾⌣‾)♉
SIDENOTE: Those whose blogs were publicized should expect my bill shortly.
Feel free to RT this link.
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