Be careful what you wish for + a big S/O + a mini bye

I saw him again!

I saw him on my way to work. Still lanky but aging fast.

I can't even remember his name now...He was my neighbor from next door; the very first house we lived in. I must have been aged 6 when we moved in there (I can't exactly remember but it feels like I was born there however history says nay, I was born in another...).  It was the house we lived in through my primary/junior secondary school days. A very "there" house by societal class standards; shared kitchen, shared bathroom & toilet, no water, no high gate...it was just another face-me-I-face-you building on the block.

So I grew up in this very rugged area of Ketu and almost every other evening plus weekend, I would carry big "basia" on my small, sokolo head to go buy/fetch water from next door...Ile Alhaji (thank God no one can dig up those pictures*covers face*). Alhaji had plenty children and one of them was who I saw earlier on my way to work, second time in a month (before your minds start roving in overdrive, WE WERE NOT AN ITEM & no! NO CRUSHING ON HIM EITHER!!!). They were just a bunch of older kids I envied as a little girl. Their da had plenty money, a very big house with spiral stairs and penthouse - 1st time I would ever see one and I didn't see another till several years later when I was fully grown and blossoming; generator set; they would always throw parties, buy cows and do all sorts. I remember wishing so many times I was one of them, wishing my dad was him but thankfully those thoughts didn't linger even as young as I was. I cautioned myself to commot my eyes.

Fast forward years later, my father went on to build his own house - true several years after at a time of his retirement, but a good time nonetheless as I was ready for University. Alhaji's kids lived the affluent life, they never hawked. I did. Every afternoon after school I would help mama sell her wares in the local Ketu market even up until senior secondary school. I think I started dodging it and crying from SS 2 as I became too embarrassed amidst my peers. I mean fine and pretty geh like me, a prefect and brilliant sisi at that but guess what! Alhaji's kids never went beyond secondary school. It's funny how life unfolds. So when I saw Kenny(yeah...got it!) on top of a tanker truck I shed a lil tear. He had become a tout, people we would normally refer to as "agbero" in this part of the West. Kenny was in tattered, sad-looking clothes. This morning when I saw him again, nothing entirely different from earlier observation. What went wrong with all 'em money?

I'm not one to mock people or deride the very state they currently live in but if I had caught a glimpse of this present future, my wishes would have been totaaaaaaaally different. Moral of this is - let's be careful how we
churn thoughts and wishes in our heads as they may just turn out exactly as we wished. Let God handle your life for you, trust Him because He knows what suits you.


Okay...on to some happy things. Guess who is back? *break dancing* Guess now...yeah my love is back! my dearest pink love and I sure turned heads in it *batting my eyelashes* with my "iya eko" haircut.

 Okay, no more pictures of me. Time for unpaid announcement...SALE! SALE!! SALE!!! I have this lovely Italian dinning table for sale. Holla if you like ;-)
For sale o not dash.

SHOUT OUT-------------> A very big S/O to all my silent readers who never comment but will always shower me with kisses & constructive criticism outside of the blogspace. You know yourselves ;-)

A bit of sad news, I'll be off this space for a while. Grant me permission to fall-out pleaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase...I hope to return soon*kisses*. 

Tintin, Big Kos, Prince of Wales, beautiful Feyi, Evie dearie - thanks for keeping me sane. I could not have asked for better friends and mentor. I love you muchos.



Writer's note
basia - Big basin
sokolo - Small
commot - pidgin English which can mean leave/go/carry/remove
iya eko - Mother of eko Lagos

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15-for-15 Challenge02 - On Hormones and Dildos...

Post credit to NJ

I want to vent.

I mean really vent. Not the words-war; no one "looked" for my trouble to deserve verbal thrashing. I want a physical vent, like the one that lets out all the konji in your sytem. I want a release, I mean a climacteric eruption from within to whatever vacuum...as long as it is visibly in sight. A thing or a being??? For now I choose a "thing," so I'm just going to experiment different rhythms and speeds with this bluish looking thing. We will do it slow, fast and erratic or anyhow as I deem pleasurable. I will sit myself in front of this mirror, I mean there is something highly arousing about seeing an object move in and out of the veevee right?

Henrietta wrote furiously as she hoped the exercise would help take her mind off her current state. She continued writing, "It's been 220 weeks and 5 days since the last man thrust, honest I've been faithful. I've been good, I even moved back in with uncle Richards so I wouldn't be tempted to sleep out not to talk of getting in the act.

Here I am, all alone, starved of all masculine company; the feeling of deep intimate intercourse and the pleasure that comes with it. I mourn my faithfulness as though it were a crime. I am saddened by my abstinence as though it were a curse. I should be happy and proud of my stance, just the idea that I could hold out this long means I have some measure of control over my body.….I mean hey, 220 weeks no be easy feat!"

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Henrietta is a young woman with so much ahead of her, armed with a beautifully creamed smooth skin, an intelligently sharp mind, a moderately figured body (just enough flesh in the right places), and a charming character, she seemed on a mission to conquer the world...her world. As she moved, she pulled to herself the attention of many. So many men she could choose from, individually they chose her. At each instance she dated a man; she sought for her hero, a man who would complement her, a man who would lead her to the discovery of her greater self. It wasn't a fairy tale for her expectations were not out of this world. She knew what she wanted in a man and she was intently zooming in beyond looking.

Being an only child, her mother had taught her to be careful in choosing a partner. So as she grew through school and career, she made sure she had fun, but was also searching for a ‘complete complement’ as her mother put it.

“Ah….I remember Harry”, Henrietta exclaimed, “that guy at my former office, he struck a chord in my heart,” smiling as she recollects. He was nice, young and seemed ideal. Though not as tall as she would have wanted, he was funny in a way, very communicative and well spoken. Sometimes the work space can be a love nest, except this love never grew wings. It died there. “I killed it,” she echoed with a sense of control, but not before discovering that they shared similar passions….big screen movies, strong career pursuit, poetry, politics and a bit of others…..you know. She kept her bridges intact for she knew early enough that this wasn’t a “never return” destination. With openness, love and respect, she let him slip back to his wife. She simply changed the tag from “prospective lover” to “friend”. Harry was okay with that; he was married and contented just being her friend. “Here is a man that loves me, a man I can love, but he is not mine”. She silently comforted herself and moved on until she got to a point, this point of definitive choice.

She was just tired of the circle. Time was passing, the clock, ticking. Slowly but surely she drew to the borders of society’s line of fire. Not that it mattered what anyone would say about her marital status as she gradually grew into a career lady. She wanted this for herself but also a man to keep her warm at night...and day (some days are cold too you know); someone to stand by her through thick and thin, a passionate companion through the journey of life.

“No more sheets”, she strongly resolved. Her life experiences were nowhere near as graphic and eventful as that of Juanita Bynum, the author of a moving testimonial. She recently stumbled on this life changing story of a woman who had so much to say about womanhood. It was redefining. She didn’t decide to become a nun after reading it. It wasn’t a religious push so don’t wonder why she sought to vent. She simply told herself “ it is time to make changes, time to pay a price for a priceless goal.

Before moving back with Uncle Richard, Henrietta had pretty much everything she wanted except a man she could call her own - yeah, you know...there were unintended flings along the road. She was successful at everything but lonely inside. “I need to tame myself” She silently sobbed. It was hard, really hard. In her closet she recalled the bliss of heated blood in her veins, the pain and pleasure of romance, the sweet drippings of her juice and the blasted moans, the deep desire that emanates from a mere glance at a man’s sweaty skin...

She was being a woman, she was human.

Nothing wrong with it right? It's just a good vaginal therapy????

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Writer's note - As always, this was pure imagination
Image credit - www.pridemagazine.com
Special thanks - To NJ, accept my heartfelt salute my muse

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I AM...Chris Daughtry

I was going to put up my 2nd post in the woman; her body, soul and spirit series but this just turned out to be one of those days when I'm too lazy to skip Daughtry and play the next Tye Tribbett song or even Hillsong. Till date, Christopher Adam Daughtry (lead vocalist of the rock band) is my greatest weakness on planet earth, he just does to me what a man shouldn't to an innocent girl and so I've been hooked on "call your name" and "Tennessee line" with "Ghost of me". The lyrics are weighty; today I choose to sail,walk, work, run,sit, cook, sleep, write and do all else with Chris Daughtry...

I open my lungs, to breathe in forgiveness and love
Haunting me now reminds me of how I used to be
And on down the road, my troubles are sure to follow
Looking out the window, the hell if I know, where I will go
So I'll just keep on driving

On my way to L.A. looking into the rear view as the roads fade away
I've sworn off my past, first-to-last bad call that I ever made
Tell me how to make right every wrong turn that I've learned
So this can all end tonight
Tennessee line just changed my mind, well it's my heart I'll follow this time

Who would've known, that pride is so hard to swallow
As I rest on the shoulder of a road growing colder
With the trouble I own, should I just keep on driving?

On my way to L.A. looking into the rear view as the roads fade away
I've sworn off my past, first-to-last bad call that I ever made
Tell me how to make right every wrong turn that I've learned
So this can all end tonight
Tennessee line just changed my mind, well it's my heart I'll follow this time

I know I must be doing something right
Head the other way, back to where I started out
Ask myself if I can turn it all around tonight
And stop living with doubt

On my way to L.A. looking into the rear view as the roads fade away
I've sworn off my past, first-to-last bad call that I ever made
Tell me how to make right every wrong turn that I've learned
So this can all end tonight
Tennessee line just changed my mind, well it's my heart I'll follow this time

I'm gonna turn it all around tonight at the Tennessee line

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You never said, you never said, you never said
That it would be this hard
Love is meant to be forever, now or never seems to discard
There's gotta be a better way for me to say
What's on my heart without leaving scars
So can you hear me when I call your name?

And when you fall apart
Am I the reason for your endless sorrow?
There's so much to be said 
and with a broken heart
Your walls can only go down but so low
Can you hear me when I call your name?

Complicated situations are the makings of all that's wrong
And I've been standing in the river of deliverance way too long
There's gotta be a better way for me to say
What's on my heart without leaving scars
So can you hear me when I call your name?
So, can you hear me when I call your name?

And when you fall apart
Am I the reason for your endless sorrow?
There's so much to be said 
and with a broken heart
Your walls can only go down but so low
Can you hear me when I call your name?

Image credit - askmen.com

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