The new woomie o!

So, somebody (special, btw) accused my blog of being colorless. I had little or no idea that i could even change the template lol.

I didn't like the old one that much either...i laaaahhvvvvvvvvvvvvvv the color green.

Anyways, it's still the same old me.

You and YOU (and you too) take note.




PS: This Democracy Day is kinda pointless.

Congrats BG!!!!! Yoou made it!!! Hallalujah!

My bestest, nearest and dearest friend just graduated from college with a 4.0!!!






AFTER FOUR LONG HARD YEARS AT TRINITY D.C, SHE FINALLY MADE IT!!! in more than one piece! phewww!

I'm really proud of her...so i promised to share the great news in my own little world.

Ezi worked hard for this, I'm a witness.

I'm a witness of the great great great person she is.

I'm grateful to God for crossing our paths...and then marking the spot where they crossed with this wonderful friendship.

Ezi's the kinda daughter i'd love to raise (maybe much more smarter(lol) and more laid back about stuff than her)-very selfless and caring...and genuine.

I spent three years in high school with Ezi. Those were the three happiest years of my life so far. When t'was almost graduation time for us, she planned, gathered funds and threw me a surprise birthday party. She made sure everyone that mattered was present:friends, foes, and mere acquaintances from far and near. We had fun that day, she brought us all together again, one last time...one last time that really mattered. Hard as i try, I'll never be able to forget that day.
Its' still the happiest, most perfect day of my life.

When she's around, everything seems o.k. She's a good problem-solver...um, but sometimes she gives up and I'm there for her.

Now, she's so far away and most things are kinda dysfunctional. I miss her. She keeps in touch like crazy but i miss the fun that woulda been if she were here...or i was there...if we were just together.

Like most of the few friends I have, she's a devout Roman Catholic. I can tell she fears God.

If three of my six daughters (in future) turn out like her...and the remaining three turn out better (that'll mean they'll be as angelic as possible) then i'd be the happiest mother in the world (as long as the two boys don't become more than one handful each)

She wants to major in Psychology and everone's trying to discourage her (except me, I plan to study Paediatric Psychology as soon as I finish dealing with Accounting - My Father's Love)

I hope she makes the right choice (the only one that makes her happy). She's good at what she does so that shouldn't be a problem.

I'm glad about the way she has rubbed off on me (and I hope she can say the same about me). I have been unable to make a friend (girlfriend) as special and as perfect. ( I try hard with Keenat sha, LMAO, she's nice tooo, before she sees this LOL)

OK! enough of BG! before her heAd goes on and bursts.
(Anyways, i have refused to tell my my blog address so she's safe.)


Thank God for her...Just like me, she's cut out for great things. May our future be blindingly fluorescent...Amen.

No more Yahoozee jare!

I heard about this song by Harry Best from (who seems like my only blogger friend, lol!) Laspapi's blog.


I completely got hoooked on the real yahoozee song by Olu...nice beats, very danceable and all...but many people don't really understand what Olu is really trying to maintain here.


It took me a while to find out what the slang yahoozee means...BUT over and over Olu has maintained that the literal meaning of the term wasn't/isn't the message he was/is passing across with his music...well, good for him BUT DRUMROLL...it's too late.

I remember when i really understood what 'yahoo/yahoozee meant'.

That night I was discussing with Rex about making good money with his Linkserve connection instead of facebook-ing and myspace-ing all the time. I'd actually meant 'yahoo-money'.

(my friend, DL had recently gotten a car gift from her cool boyfriend who she said was/is a yahoo-boy, car's mad fine. So i's trying to encourage one or two of my generous boyfriends to do this yahoo thing so I can stop Danfo-ing around lagos)



Anyways, Rex sat me down and askd, 'do you even know what 'yahoo' is sef? and i'm like,'not exactly, but i know it involves spending a lot of time online and making money after weeks or months depending on how smart you are. I also know that it is sometimes illegal'. So he gives me that is-this-woomie-for-real-look? that means he's pissed/disgusted/amused at once and he says, 'it is ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS illegal! that's why they call it yahoo dum-dum'




So he went ahead to explain the kinds of bussinesses that yahoo boys get involved in, like the fake bank and traveller's cheques, online dating and mating and the likes. I'm like, how come you know all these things? Have you tried it? Rex is a great guy, i was just trying to get on his nerves anyways so he says, 'I can't try stuff like that. It's illegal, sinful (Rex is a devout Roman Catholic) and far too risky etc. etc. and besides, i'm smart (rubbing it in), if I put all that brain-work into something really legal, we can enjoy the money without bothering about EFCC and ICPC trailing us.
I's really proud of him.

And then i began to see my friends who spent too much time online in a new light.

Sometimes I'd wonder how anyone of them jobless boys came about their sudden affluence and look at them with cynicism.




There's actually great excuses for these boys and why they do what they do (i always say 'sometimes, there's a reasonable reason people behave unreasonably).


Considering the surfiet Nigeria is suffering from and how wealth has suddenly begun to flow in from different angles...one can't blame a few ignorant yahoo-people who have refused to stand still in their poverty.
Most of them are however more greedy than hopeless but nobody made me the judge. As long as I can keep my head and help others who want to stay around me do the same then all is well.


The ing-thing is 'hammering' and buying cars but i will always insist that there are sooooooooooooooooo so many things that you can do besides scamming people. Afterall, (in Lord of Ajasa's words) Ali-baba ma make e, nse l'on se yeye. As long as you find out what you're legally cut of for, then you're good to go.


But what's my sotto-voce tiny piece of advice admist this yahoozee/hammer/hummer craze???


(BTW, why should the first thing i buy with my 'hammer-money' be a hummer??? dum dum.)


Nigerians, let's keep on making good music, but watch it with the lyrics!


Thank you jare Harry for 'no more yahoozee'.

Like the photo says, the decision is urs.

FIND OUT WHAT YOUR P IS! it's definitely not yahoozee.

I LEFT THIS SPACE FOR YOU.

I still don’t understand how we’ve managed to grow this far apart. I know it is I who moved and not you. I’m trying to retrace my steps, but it’s so hard, I need you to help me.

Life was so much fun when I was around you. When we were best friends. There wasn’t a thing I couldn’t share. How I loved you! And you me!

Then things started to happen, and I stopped believing in the miracle of our friendship. Gradually, I began to be convinced that I really didn’t need to show much I need you, that you’d always be there.

Now I know I was wrong. I took you for granted. I took your love for granted. I am so sorry.

I have realized that the major reason why I want you back is because I need you, it’s selfish, I know, and I am truly ashamed of myself. You do not need me as much as I need you. I shouldn’t really matter that much to you but day by day, you show me - in many ways - that you’re there for me. I know for a fact that you will keep your promise to never leave my alone…always and forever.

I’m really ashamed to ask any favor of you cos I remember a time when it wasn’t only you that gave. I remember a time when I made you happy, when I gave – and generously so.

I loved you. I loved you back with all of my heart and you were so good to me (not that you’ve stopped). That’s how it should have stayed.


But then, I began to share your love with others. I completely regret it. I have learned the hard way that people change; one day they like you, the next they don’t. Not everyone, in fact, no one can love me like you do, unconditionally, holding nothing back.

Once again, I want it all, all the loving kindness I stupidly threw away. I know you are so merciful, I guess that’s why I was so laid back about messing things up between us over and over again.

I have learnt so many things about you these past couple of years. I believe we can be together again. I know I’ll be able to maintain a wonderful friendship with you- just like old times.

I miss you so much. I whisper to you everyday, but I wonder if you can hear me. It’s only with your help that I can stay so close to you forever.

I love you God, let’s be together again…please.

Dance With My Father Again.

Back when I was a child
Before life removed all the innocence,
My father would lift me high
And dance with my mother and me
And then spin me around till I fell asleep
And up the stairs he would carry me
And I knew for sure I was loved





If I could get another chance
Another walk
Another dance with him
I’d play a song that would never ever end
Cos I’d love love love
To dance with my father again






Sometimes I’d listen outside her door
And I’d hear how mama cried for him
I’d pray for her even more than me





I know I’m praying for much too much
But could you send the only man she loved
I know you don't do it usually
But dear Lord she's dying
To dance with my father again





Every night I fall asleep
And this is all I ever dream.




-Luther Vandross









my father isn't dead (God forbid! not yet)...but he doesn't dance anymore...lol!

i like the song...alot.

Hottest in rag trade.

I got some priviledged information courtesy of my old friend T.K. This new clothing line is really it. I got a look at some of its T-Shirts and the stiches got me hooked. I love it...the little details...almost better than those original London Hackett shirts all the dudes scream for. And then there's the jackets...kinda Elstaff-ish.
Anyways, i hope they hit the market big time soon. Naija's on its way.
(there's also g-strings for the chics)
Prices are kinda right...
Quality's tight.





PS: i said it first.

For the love of money!

I've got less than twenty-two days to find a job (or quit lookin) for the next three months. You never know how hard it can get till you try.
I'm disappointed, I'm angry but more importantly, I'm broke.

Anyways, for lack of better things to do, i found myself reading my old journal from about six years ago and i found this interesting joke.

One sunday service in church, the Pastor decided to explain the spiritual benefits of giving - and generously so. When it came to time to collect the offering, as a catalyst to enriching the church's pockets, the pastor jokingly said to the men, "if your wife is beautiful, let your offering be much", one man stood up and said, " my wife is as beautiful as the lillies so i give 1 million naira" , another stood up and said, 'i offer 500,000 naira to the church bcuz my wife is very beautiful', it went on and on till one man stood up and said, 'i'll give 5 naira', the pastor, shocked, asked why, the man replied, 'if you see my wife, you will give me change'