I am back

It has been a while since I posted on here.
A lot has happened in that period and I don't even know where to begin. My people who constantly check on me, I thank you...
It is by the Grace of God, and knowing you care that I am able to put pen to paper ( no pun) again.
I have had an amazing couple of yrs, even though I have had challenges as well. I am beginning to understand myself and what I am about. I am developing a better appreciation for who I've become, and the people wh keep me grounded. I am weeding the pests and the weeds (oxymoron?) who pretend to be flowers out of my life.
I am finally realizing that I am the apple of my Father's eye and that He watches over me even when I don't know. I know that, armed with this knowlegde, I can face anything that life throws my way, and that I am a survivor.
I am looking forward to refamiliarizing myself with my blog fam once again. And to all I deserted I hope my heartfelt apology is the beginning of a rekindled relationship

I swear...

If I so much as hear a peep about marriage, I am going to burst!
Is it the new thing of 2007 that people have to talk about damn marriages? hell, don't get me wrong, if marriage is ur thing, then kudos but i don't want to spend my whole day talking about it with u. And yea, this first five times u showed me ur engagement ring, I thot it was really cute, but every other time after that, it has taken patience i wasn't aware I had to keep me from shoving the ring down ya throat, and that is me being honest...
I am not tying to hate on anyone, but ladies, because u have been proposed to and are getting married doesn't mean I have to jump on the bandwagon right now as well. I mean, I always imagined I'd get married, but i thot I would be close to thirty, and would have sown my oats first.
This venting has been a long time coming. It started when I graduated from college some years back. After the ceremeony, we were taking pictures when people started making cracks about me getting married as the next step to graduating. well excuse the fuck outta me, i thot i was going back to school, get a job and find myself in the process, but shit if u guys want me married, then I suppose I can drop everything I'd planned and just jump on ur train.
Fastforward to thanksgiving...
My mom had come to town for the holidays and we had a jolly old time. popsie didn't show but we made the most of the time we had. couple of hours before i'm due to drop her off at the train station, she calls me into my room, sat me on the bed and
mom: so, bawoni (whatz going on)?
moi: bawo ni kini?
mom: ehn, so about ur husband to be, when are we going to meet him?
moi: oh, thatz easy! u'll meet him after i do, and when we've decided we are going to get married of course.
Mom: ok, if you say so, but are there any possibilities right now.
moi: (getting flustered) no, but i'll let you know ( n thinking i will when people start shitting monkeys).
mom: why are there no possibilities?
moi: I don't know. But I am waiting on God. ( and of course, I'm thinking it might be because I opted for the license-plate placard as opposed to one announcing my singlehood and desperate need for a husband).

I suppose after i'd told her I was waiting on God, she was persuaded. This wasn't untrue, but at the time, I was not worried about being married. Matter of fact, I considered myself way too young for that institution. I would get little comments about it every once in a while, and I always managed to brush it off. Living in different cities helped as well, as they couldn't get on my case everyday.

Then came the 21questions from extended families! Haba, these are people who made no impact whatsoever in my life o. I hadn't even heard of most of them until I came to live in the states, and all of a sudden, they deemed themselves authority figures on me living my life. Shio. I for cuss people out if I wasn't worried about giving my mom a heart attack.

Oh, and did I mention the family friends? And by these I mean my parentz friends. awon gboran mi deleru, adani duro de oni gbese eni (busybodies for short). again, these are all poeple i met when I came to live in the states, even though i'd heard about some from naija.
One of them in particualr actually sat me down when I was just 21 and said, i can do more than one thing at a time, meaning school and of course marriage. It all sounded so techincal and I couldn't help but be disgusted even though I know she probably said it cos she cares.
Everytime I come in contact with or talk to these people, I am subjected to the same convo, to the point where I would get on the defensive before they can even start, and I started to avoid them altogether. Sad! I know!
I happened to run into one of such women not too long ago and she accused me of not calling her. I wish I would have been able to tell her the reason, but as always, I kept it to myself.

Lately though, my dad's been the one on the marriage trip. hell, it's not like i'm shrivelling like some old prune, but pops been on the marriage bandwagon lately, and its knocking on my last nerve. I was home for a couple of weeks last month when he started asking questions. Funny enough, my mom is now of the mind that it will happen when it happens, and she usually is the one who bugs about things like that.
After i'd fended off different ways the question could be asked, he came home one day all excited.

pops: hey, i've got great news! ur friend in nigeria got married!

moi: I had tons of friends in naija, and some I still keep in touch with, but seeing as how he knows about the wedding and I didn't, whoever it was couldn't have been that close a friend.
pops: well, i suppose he wasn't much ur friend. well, actually, he's ur cousin on ur mom's side of the family thru so n so ( n he launched into my pedigree, most of which i still don't have a clue about).

moi: I still don't know him...

Pops: well, he went to school with ur younger brother, so he's ways younger than you.

At this point, I am feigning a yawn, cause there is no way I am sitting through a discussion where the main focus is where a 22yr old guy (give or take one year) just got married and my ass is still single.

Fast forward to last nite. I get another call, and it's my pops again. we chatted about random things and out of nowhere he said to me, "igbawo ni o ma mu oko e wa ko wa mowa o?" (when are we going to meet your intended...
I'm so stunned by the sudden change in convo, that all I can manage are a couple of ems. And pops, bless his heart, thinking i hadn't heard the question, repeated himself. I got myself out of my reverie to mumble a when I know, you'll find out. Thankfully he got off the phone, but not before reminding me that time waits for no man.
At this point, I was already seething. I don't know what I'm s'posed to do. In case people are not getting the memo, I like my life the way it is now. Single befits me, and I am happy! isn't that what should matter?
Hell, even if I wanted to get married three years ago and it didn't happen, would it kill people to not talka bout it all the time. I feel like I had to defend and explain my singlehood to everyone, and frankly, I'm shot of the idea...

the next person to ask me why i'm still single better pray, because i am jsut ready to get physical!

The Hero Becomes the "Heree."

Dec 8th, 2007... the hour is 1930

I started pacing the kitchen, frantically searching drawers and cupboards, while racking my brain with thoughts of what to feed my empty stomach.

I had opened up the refrigerator so many times already that the temperature inside it was close to the room temperature, and as stocked as the refrgerator seemed, there was nothing inside it that was even mildly appealing at the time.

While I was still trying to figure out how to quell the hunger in my stomach, in walks my brother, grumbling about how hungry for Chinese food he was and how he needed the number to the panda express two blocks over...

As I wasn't really in the mood for Chinese food, I convinced him to order instead from Banana Leaf, (an Asian-Thai restaurant) and to pick me up a serving of their pineapple fried rice.

A half-hour later, I went into the living room only to find my brother watching some kinda sports show on Tele, and on inquiring, found that he had not even placed the order with the restaurant. He had instead been so engrossed with wuteva sports was he was watching that he had simply forgotten about the hunger in his stomach.

I was "seeing red" at this point, and hungry beyond comprehension, so I thought I'd just give in and eat noodles instead.

I had just poured the noodles into the boiling water on the stove while talking on the phone to my older sister when I heard the back door of the house slammed close and a very loud thud reverberating through the kitchen.

I looked in the direction the sound came from and saw my brother curled on the ground, apparently hurt from a major fall. ( did i mentioned that it had snowed the previous day and even though the the snow had been shovelled off the grounds, the subsequent rain and the almost zero temp had made for nice sleet formation and the salt we'd poured on the grounds did not seem to have any effect. But I digress...)

The maternal (albeit latent) instinct in me kicked in as I hurriedly got my sister off the phone so I could go and help my brother up.
On openeing the door, however, I managed to slip on the ice as soon as I stepped outside and before you could say "hell-on-ice," I found myself taking a seemingly unstoppable tumble like Jill from the famous classic "Jack and Jill."
I hit my head hard on the first stoop, but just kept sliding down, and hurting my neck and back the whole way down.

I finally managed to stop just before hitting my brother who was still hurt from the fall and lay curled up on the ground still. It was then that I realized there was no way I could have gotten out of falling, because in my hurry to help out my brother, I had completely forgotten to wear shoes, and there was absolutely no friction between the soles of my feet and the gadem ice.

We both managed to get up fianlly and I was able to get out a weak are you ok? to him.
Holding on to the door, we made our way back into the house whereupon I started to nurse my head, while he tried cleaning the ginormous bruise he'd sustained on his arm.
Then, as if on cue, we both looked at each other, and bursted out laughing amidst fits of painful groans.

As, I finally popped a couple of caplets of aleve in my mouth, I was able to reflect on what should have been me heroic moment, u know when I gallantly rescue my brother from his fall, in a shining armor no less... and instead, I ended up needing to be rescued me damn self, and I was only able to conclude that that sucks

December '07

Welcome to the last month of this calendar year!
This here is praying unsurmounted blessings and divine annointing for everyone during this special time...
This is the month that the Lord hath made, so let us rejoice and be glad in it.
As the special day that is christmas draws nearer, remember in prayer those dearest to you and those less fortunate than yourselves.
Spread the tidings of great joy, enjoy your gifts, count your blessings, and like someone said to me in an email, remember that Christ is the reason for the season...

MC cont'd

After the wedding, i kept in touch with MC, we would talked on the phone almost everyday, and everything seemed marvelous. it felt as though all was finally right with the world. A couple of months after I'd first laid eyes on him, I got the opportunity to see him when he came back to the city I'd met him at. i of course made like I was sick at work and took the day off, so i could drive the three hours it would take me to get to him.
When I saw him again, it was as though he'd been there all along and no time had passed since the last time I saw him. we reminisced and had a nice long laugh. everything was just as it should have been .
I left the next day to go to work as the people I work with would've just let the work pile on, and I would have had to do it in the end.
we kept in touch after that and made plans to meet up again. in the midst of that i made a trip back to London (will be posted later), and got back, and all of a sudden mister was no where to be found.
While I was in London, i had spoken to him on a Friday, i think it was and he'd told me he was at a wedding rehearsal. Now, this coming from someone who shared a lot of things about himself when I'd first met him, and who'd talk about any and everything whenever we talked on the phone, it was very surprising that he hadn't mentioned the fact that he was going to a wedding or that he was in the wedding. ( abi! u sha have to be in a wedding to go to the rehearsal. unless u r the chauffeur or the planner, and ol boi was neither).
anyway, so as to not disrupt the process, he asked that I call him back within the hour and when I did, some other guy picked up the phone and started acting like an idiot, so I hung up.
I did not try calling him that saturday, and actually waited till monday to give him a call, cos i figured he would have been well rested. When I called, he didn't pick up his phone, and normally he would have called back right away or at least the same day, but this time i did not even hear from him for over a week, and even then, the flow of the conversation wasn't quite right. it also seemed like he couldn't wait to get off the phone, so obviously i wasn't able to tell him, how i felt.
it wasn't too long after that when I started thinking back and thought, maybe he was the groom at the wedding rehearsal he went to, and maybe he was at his honeymoon the whole time I couldn't get a hold of him.
I mentioned this to a couple of my friends and they of course want me to call him anyways and leave a nasty message on his voice mail if he doesn't pick up, or email him some words that would make him lie awake night after night and ponder on better ways to act.
see as how I can't seem to bring myself to do any of that, i haven't been able to talk to him. I don't even believe in confrontation over the phone. I like to be able to see the person i am confronting before I get on their case about anything, so i wait for the day when that would happen. until then... I have his number deleted off my phone since i'm of the mind that everything is kind of good...

i met the cutest guy a couple of months ago. I was slated to be at a wedding outside of town...

seeing as how it was also some sort of family affair, a bunch of cuzinz had come from all ova and we were celebrating the engagement nite and a sorta family reunion thingy....

As some nigerians are wont to do, an idiot decided to walk headlong into me and couldn't even come of with the littlest of excuzes, rather, she started going off about how I was supposed to have moved when I saw her coming and how she needed to get thru to some corner....

well ezcuse the f..k outta me...

there were people standing all over the place tryna catch a glimpse of wutz going on wif the celebrants, it was gonna take more n a miracle to get thru the crowd, n miss idiot knowing that that the right course of action was to walk into me n see if I disappear... or so it seemed.

Needless to say, I was seething at this point, but I managed to keep my cool, cuz I wasn't going to start a row n ruin my cuzin'z ish...

so i calmly said to her that her rudeness was unnecessary n walked outta the hall to get some fresh air....

well, mr cute witnessed the whole thng and apparently saw the expression of my face afterwards....



The next day was the wedding and that was the first time I had seen mr cute ( henceforth refered to as mc). I had invited a frind to the wedding and for some reson he couldn't stay long, so I had gone to see him off.

I was walking back to the reception from the parking lot when somene said "excuse me" from behind. I turned around and met with the cutest, most alluring eyes I had ever seen that side of the united states. He was on the phone, and as soon as I turned around, muttered a quick goodbye to whomeva he was talking to.

He then walked up to me, held out his hand, smiled n told me his name was "mc." I almost lost myself right then, and could not remember my name for a minute. n lemme tell you, it has been a while since anyone made me forget my name is fiaca...

I kept my gaze on him, and just wanted to lose myself in his smile, but then I finally realized I was supposed to get back to the party, n chill with my cousins. so I told him so, and he said he'd walk with me if I did not mind.

we started talking and he mentioned that I had caught his eye at the engagement party the previous day and that he was walking up to me when he saw the expression on my face n thot I looked like I was about to hit someone... so he figured he'd gove me time to cool off, but then he'd had to leave...
we talked some more, but for the most part, I was just mesmerized by his being. soundz cheesy, i know, but i hadn't met anyone in a while who made me feel as though he was my oxygen supply, n I was going to run out of it as soon as he walks away from me.
we exchanged numbers with promises to keep in touch. he lives in a totally different state so I knew it would be a while before I saw him again, so that put a damper on things a bit.

I went back into the party n it wasn't even five minutes when I was calling him, because I wanted to talk some more. ordinarily, I would have thot this behavior absolutely unsoundly, but I did not care. he got on the phone and said he'd meet me out front, so went outside again, met with him and we talked some more.

at the end of the nite, we said our goodbyes and said we;d come up with a way to see each other as soon as possible

MY BLOG PEEPS!

I know sorry doesn't quite cover why I've gone awol these past weeks. I'm going to say it nontheless. I am sorry for seemingly ignoring y'all. It wasn't intentional. Life just got crazy there for a moment, tho everything is back on track now.
I know I have missed a lot. I haven't even been able to browse my favorite blogs. Again, all I can say is sorry. E ma binu simi...
So, I mentioned earlier about some news I thot might be 2 early to share. Waffy, if u r reading this, it should put the preggy thots to rest.
I'd been having some issues with my landlord. Or should I say the management of the apartment comeplex I reside in. Wuteva the hell they call themselves. I can't even be bothered anymore. At first, it wasn't more than the usual tenant landord palava, u know. I think I'm a fairly reasonable tenant if I do say so myself, and I had been contemplating just vamoosing from this city, so I was gonna stick with them.
Anyways, from the onset of 2007, it seemed they made a resolution to ignore issues that tenants have ( I mean me). Instead of them to fix things they know need fixing, the maintenance guy drops by, makes a hella ruckus, and 3hrs later, he tells u he's done checking it out, and someone will be out to fix it. Excuse the hell outta me, but I thot the maintenance guy is the fix it guy! Anyways, the fix it guy shows up a couple of days later, and after he's done, he tells you he would get someone to fix it.
There was also the issue of the roof that needed fixing from the tornado damage. You would think this idiots will give a notice telling me, I would be sleep deprived due to all the pounding they're doing on my roof. Na lie! They just do wuteva!.
The final straw was when I called to remind them to fix my screen door they'd been promising to work on for a coupla years. Those idioit had the nerves to tell me that it would take a while as they had to order the netting in bulk. Wut the hell do I care about that. I'd barely hung up the phone when I heard the rustling of paper at my door. I opened the thing, and they had stuck a lease renewal notice to the door. To add insult to injury, they were raing my rent, more than the standard.
So I ran the notice to their office, stuck up my middle finger and told them to kick rocks. I'd had enuff.!!! I need a roof outside of this complex, and come rain or high water, I was going to get it.
I started searching for apartments immediately, and on impulse I thot, wouldn't it be cool to buy a house. Ok, it wasn't totally impulse, I'd thot about it every once in a while, but i neva did anything about it. ANyways, once I got the thot rolling I have to do something about it.
It came to be that I found one sha, but I had to to close on it and be outta my apartment within 3 wks.
I just finally moved in, and my whole body is still sore from the experience, but I'm trying to live it up sha.
Anyways, I'm gonna jet as I still need to catch up on zzzs.

Random

English language is not as easy as we think,

A prefect was asked by the principal of a high school to remind the rest of the students that they were to meet in the chapel.
Running from classroom to classroom, he kept shouting, "Al of you, went to the chapel. Others are wenting there!"





I was reading the reader's digest and came across somethng I thought was hilarious.

"I am neither an atheist,
nor an agnostic, claims a man.
I am an acrostic.
It is all a puzzle to me.