It takes a beautiful soul

in sha Allah

Forgiving You

The day I start to do things because of how they’ll make you feel is d day you get in control.

Because I don’t ever want you in control, I’ll keep my anger, control my tears, forget what you did and forgive you.

Then I would smile, and be happy because my heart would be free of all the hatred, my mind would stop thinking of how to get back at you. I would be free!!!!

My mind would radiate with joy, my skin radiant in beauty, my smiles deep from within.

If you see me at this state, you better be happy for me. For  if these make you uncomfortable, Victory would have been mine – alone!

Thanks to the Saudis :-)

It is a crazy world innit? The best everyone can do is at least pretend to be sane. :-/

…and then came the news that I’d rather know as a rumour at first, that Saudi was deporting based on looks. oh, Yh! really??

Who could be that good looking?.. and the search began. Thanks to the Saudis, the whole world came to know of the film maker, the cutest of Dubai and most probably, the most notable Arab face of the  Year.

Thanks to them, I had looked- but the first look was okay, the second a sin. How many second/third looks for every of the picture starring at our faces on the internet?

Thanks to the Saudis, I have made a comment, not flattering though- which may have been a sin.

Thanks to them once again for giving the word, haram a new definition. Who could have known that ‘good looks’ aren’t befitting of the holy land.

Thanks to the Saudis that a considerable amount of time was spent, during lecture hours *covers face*, telling the know-nots of the intriguing news.

and Thanks to them, finally, for bringing it to my mind that nothing defines hot more than the Nija sun-beaten,square jawed, dark skinned, fit, Yoruba man

 

I may be Bleaching!! 8-)

like this?? :-/

Oh Yes! An internet savvy Nigerian would know that. Or a Nigerian who spends a considerable amount of time browsing and reading Nigerian internet gossip sites.  The Nigerian would have at least read of the bleaching actress or musician or OAP. The signs are clear enough. They are either on the knees or the knuckles or evidenced by a dark look in an old  photo in contrast to the well moisturised, fair look in the new ones.

Ever since al jazeera’s report that claims 8 out of 10 Nigerian women bleach, everyone has become a suspect! Even though I believe 80% is an exaggeration, I never thought I’d become a victim.

No one even had to tell me, I just knew!! Going through some pictures I took some days ago, I saw a discrepancy on my hands- some parts were lighter and I couldn’t but smh at having joined the bandwagon

or like that

But hey, I didn’t join out of free will. Fate had played its cards on me. I was involved in an accident about two years ago. My hands got burnt. I had  felt bad at how I’d have to carry such a scar forever. My dermatology had said not to worry, some grafting could be done if ever I get uncomfortable with how it healed. But it had healed perfectly fine except for the beach-like effects.

So, in case, you know, you have been wondering Quit already.

Voices – Like broken eggs.

Eyin Lohun is a Yoruba proverb that means voices are like eggs, once spoken cannot be unspoken just like eggs, once broken can not be made whole.

I had written some sarcastic posts  on my face book wall today. Just before posting them, I had thought, what if I was wrong. But they were sarcastic enough to have fallen on both ends- positive or negative.

It has been done too often that writing and speaking ills of government officials or their families has become the norm in Nigeria. You wouldn’t blame the average Nigerian, because it has become an accepted means of providing succur to the masses. Everyone had joined in it. It had become the most cliche of everything cliche and naturally, I was doing that.  At the end, I thought it was after all sarcasm from my part- you could end up thinking I was boot licking or realise the sarcasm and either way, your interpretation would be dependent on your natural thought process. Eventually, what you make of it has more to do with you.I left the posts. Not deleted.

So, I had just posted the last one when I got the honorary invite for one- a dinner in her honour. The wife of a top government official, whose matter was the subject of my sarcastic posts had made a visit to my University. She had been honoured and my post had been in thoughts of how much of public funds was in use. I had cared too, that the little gift she had given us was probably  getting paid for by the tax paying Nigerians.

But what if I was wrong? could it not be possible that the money was hers? that she was truly deserving of the honour she got? Could it be possible that some individuals in government are actually honest and deserving of good names? Would it be right for all of us to get tagged as dishonest, scammers or 419ners because some Nigerians are so?

By the time these thoughts came on, I had already written those posts, a few people would have seen them, probably cussed someone they know nothing of out and I would have been responsible.

I so much wish we never had to get so cynical of others or not trusting. I wish we can always give a benefit of the doubt or at least leave out the sarcasms and the curse words plus hatred until we can prove who truly is a rogue.

It was a beautiful night out btw..with lots of fun things..

Can I…Just write??

So You fit write your own #lobatan

At a time I had written something on my wall and three people showed the thought that I was referring to them. One, my buddy, whom I had told, ‘Nahh, it isnt about you.’ and another I hinted, ‘Yh. something like that.’ The third was too proud to ask but reacted to it. No be my problem. I didn’t even bother to make him realise his mistake.

Since then, and due to other reasons, I decided that I wont write anything about anyone on my facebook wall nor on this blog or elsewhere. If I would include people, I’d mention their names, A, S, M e.t.c or make it clear that it has to do with somebody.

There are other things that flow into my mind but due to the conservative nature of the majority of the people I know, I leave them on my phone or jotters or just lingering on my mind.

But can I not just write?? and leave you all to your imaginations. Fiction or not. True or false. She would do that, has done it or is just playing with words??

What if I am hot like atarodo. I could have written a million others like it. I had saved one that reads- ‘when you lied to me’ in the past. Should every1 I have known start to react because they may have lied?

Ok..I won’t have to be telling everyone that I just want to write. That they should look to reasons for their problems elsewhere and stop pointing at my write ups and that they aren’t as important as to have me spend time writing on them. I’d just refer them to this one and they can stop sulking, keeping malice, feeling hurt and heartbroken when they can not stop thinking that my actions are towards them.

#sighs

HOT!!

I was HoT
I put up a face
They thought it was hurt
I acted it all
So you could be fine

You couldn’t have been it
I knew that 4 sure
But played well along cos it felt cool

couldn’t you have seen that
It was dope! d other meaning of it
I put up a face
I am hot..

Hot like atarodo

cld av put up a fight
if i meant it
i get all i want
but u wern’t it

I am hot..

not for simple minds..

hotter dan u can take..

and yes u know it..hence.d run!