Deep in the forest of my heart I wonder
Beneath the oceans of my imagination I search
Lost in thoughts I ponder
High on the mountains I perch
I ask, I probe, I appeal, I demand, I beg, I request – I search
In need of that unique ONE
With hope I search
With faith I'll own that unique ONE alone
Near - I perceive, close – I sense
Nearer – I can see, closer – I can feel
My search approach far from the forest beneath the oceans of my imaginations
High from the mountain enclosed in the bosom of my heart
That unique ONE
Dear God, my search I hope I’ve found for a ‘Plan B’ is the perception of possible failure
My ONE could be ‘YOU’ but only if ‘YOU’ say – YES.
Monday, 29 June 2009
Thursday, 25 June 2009
His Story: TODAY
It took five long months - apart from the first 2 months of prior reconnection to establish what today has eventually become.
“Like play, like play” an ordinary friend request to an old classmate on Facebook eventually turned out to become the best thing that has happened to me. Not like we were much of buddies but I still remember that face and name each time somebody mentions it.
At first it was a technological affair. The internet was the environment; the telephone was the voice, the mailbox was the archive while the webcam played the visuals. Then later came the world famous Blackberry, which became the beck and call of that moment. It was all fun yet cannot be compared to what today is.
Though we had different plans and wishes for our first time but it turned out a different story, yet the feeling remained constant.
The first plan was LOS but it turned out to be ABJ. The first meeting venue was behind closed doors but it turned out to be outside a hotel (Transcorp Hilton). I'll rather not pen how I felt at that first point of meeting cos words cannot relay the message as perfect as it felt. As I watched her alight from the cab, I managed to conceal my excitement cos hey – we were supposed to be surrounded by top personalities; the type you can only see at Transcorp Hilton. So the best I could do was to behave coupled with the fact that I was a bit shy.
Let me spare you the details of the second meeting in ABJ……it was in my room but nothing happened. My phone was on ringing mode and the feeling was terrible. I had escaped from my duty post to pick up some stuff that I couldn’t even keep for security reasons (Na wah o….did she rob a bank just to do my wardrobe?). All the items from the shirts, jeans, tees, shoes, and pants were veritable stuffs and I’m not even joking.
After trying out a few of the stuffs, we clung to each other in bed like snakes in dire want for sex. But for us, it was beyond sex cos it didn’t have to happen in that room even though it looked right. The wow-factor was that nobody was in a hurry to eat the apple. It felt like an everyday thing and didn’t call for an emergency, even as much as we have looked forward to that moment. It was truly beyond sex……and then, I left for LOS……
The anxiety for our first time together was still on when I saw her radiant face in the cab in front of my office. She had just landed from ABJ and I was her primary point of call. It was a Friday and we could not afford to let this weekend slip off.
As the cab tore through the traffic and portholes, we stared at each other. For me I was still struggling to believe that I was with ‘Her’ in flesh and blood. I reached out to touch her at every move of the second and her Colgate smile had the better part of me. She would touch my face and hmmm…….how I loathe technology for enclosing her in that box of a webcam for so long.
I didn’t have to bother about the whole consular challenge any more; they were so long done with. And I also appreciate their role in the epistle. They played the suspense soundtrack.
After a search for a perfect love nest, we settled for the available which still turned out to be our best in the midst of zero options. We toasted to our eventual union and drank behind closed doors. With no motive of getting drunk, we paused on our limited supply of ‘shayo’ to shed off the load of passion that had engulfed our systems.
I wanted ‘Her’ and I was still careful not to pass the wrong impression. I loved her for her…..it was truly beyond sex. But at this point, I wanted her real bad for I was hungry for five months and her body was the only remedy.
We kissed like vampires resuscitating a mate and our bodies smashed against each other like sea waves against a rock. I could relate to her tits cos I had seen them at some of the technological shows…….. It was a moment of truth indeed.
As she turned around and exposed her behind…..it spelt perfect timing to proceed. Though the road was way too narrow but I managed to drive through. Each swipe was a moment of pleasure.
Right now, we may not be glued to each other physically but 24-7 our hearts are in tune like brand new guitars.
Today, I still love her like I had loved her. I don’t feel different and even before we part; I thirst for our next time together again.
So far, we have worried for people around us but God has been so merciful, nobody has worried for us. I love her and it feels much better to know that she loves me too.
We have satisfied the curiosity of our first meeting now the next hurdle is our first night as married couple. I’m looking forward to it because our arrows are not pointing elsewhere but to the altar.
But wait! What if she says ‘No’ to the supposedly golden question? Hmmmmm……..
Here’s a clarion call to all my readers – Please if you know ‘Her’ beg her not to leave me like she has promised never to. If Love was an ocean, then we have to be the deepest ocean and any attempt to stop the flow will be a suicide attempt cos we flow like we don’t see obstacles.
Today, I know she will read this and I also know she will try to report hotter than this. It doesn’t matter.
The bone of contention lies in our hearts…..our Love is our bond and if there ever be another blog called ‘Our Story’ as fly as this……it had to ran by another ‘J’ and ‘C’!
“Like play, like play” an ordinary friend request to an old classmate on Facebook eventually turned out to become the best thing that has happened to me. Not like we were much of buddies but I still remember that face and name each time somebody mentions it.
At first it was a technological affair. The internet was the environment; the telephone was the voice, the mailbox was the archive while the webcam played the visuals. Then later came the world famous Blackberry, which became the beck and call of that moment. It was all fun yet cannot be compared to what today is.
Though we had different plans and wishes for our first time but it turned out a different story, yet the feeling remained constant.
The first plan was LOS but it turned out to be ABJ. The first meeting venue was behind closed doors but it turned out to be outside a hotel (Transcorp Hilton). I'll rather not pen how I felt at that first point of meeting cos words cannot relay the message as perfect as it felt. As I watched her alight from the cab, I managed to conceal my excitement cos hey – we were supposed to be surrounded by top personalities; the type you can only see at Transcorp Hilton. So the best I could do was to behave coupled with the fact that I was a bit shy.
Let me spare you the details of the second meeting in ABJ……it was in my room but nothing happened. My phone was on ringing mode and the feeling was terrible. I had escaped from my duty post to pick up some stuff that I couldn’t even keep for security reasons (Na wah o….did she rob a bank just to do my wardrobe?). All the items from the shirts, jeans, tees, shoes, and pants were veritable stuffs and I’m not even joking.
After trying out a few of the stuffs, we clung to each other in bed like snakes in dire want for sex. But for us, it was beyond sex cos it didn’t have to happen in that room even though it looked right. The wow-factor was that nobody was in a hurry to eat the apple. It felt like an everyday thing and didn’t call for an emergency, even as much as we have looked forward to that moment. It was truly beyond sex……and then, I left for LOS……
The anxiety for our first time together was still on when I saw her radiant face in the cab in front of my office. She had just landed from ABJ and I was her primary point of call. It was a Friday and we could not afford to let this weekend slip off.
As the cab tore through the traffic and portholes, we stared at each other. For me I was still struggling to believe that I was with ‘Her’ in flesh and blood. I reached out to touch her at every move of the second and her Colgate smile had the better part of me. She would touch my face and hmmm…….how I loathe technology for enclosing her in that box of a webcam for so long.
I didn’t have to bother about the whole consular challenge any more; they were so long done with. And I also appreciate their role in the epistle. They played the suspense soundtrack.
After a search for a perfect love nest, we settled for the available which still turned out to be our best in the midst of zero options. We toasted to our eventual union and drank behind closed doors. With no motive of getting drunk, we paused on our limited supply of ‘shayo’ to shed off the load of passion that had engulfed our systems.
I wanted ‘Her’ and I was still careful not to pass the wrong impression. I loved her for her…..it was truly beyond sex. But at this point, I wanted her real bad for I was hungry for five months and her body was the only remedy.
We kissed like vampires resuscitating a mate and our bodies smashed against each other like sea waves against a rock. I could relate to her tits cos I had seen them at some of the technological shows…….. It was a moment of truth indeed.
As she turned around and exposed her behind…..it spelt perfect timing to proceed. Though the road was way too narrow but I managed to drive through. Each swipe was a moment of pleasure.
Right now, we may not be glued to each other physically but 24-7 our hearts are in tune like brand new guitars.
Today, I still love her like I had loved her. I don’t feel different and even before we part; I thirst for our next time together again.
So far, we have worried for people around us but God has been so merciful, nobody has worried for us. I love her and it feels much better to know that she loves me too.
We have satisfied the curiosity of our first meeting now the next hurdle is our first night as married couple. I’m looking forward to it because our arrows are not pointing elsewhere but to the altar.
But wait! What if she says ‘No’ to the supposedly golden question? Hmmmmm……..
Here’s a clarion call to all my readers – Please if you know ‘Her’ beg her not to leave me like she has promised never to. If Love was an ocean, then we have to be the deepest ocean and any attempt to stop the flow will be a suicide attempt cos we flow like we don’t see obstacles.
Today, I know she will read this and I also know she will try to report hotter than this. It doesn’t matter.
The bone of contention lies in our hearts…..our Love is our bond and if there ever be another blog called ‘Our Story’ as fly as this……it had to ran by another ‘J’ and ‘C’!
Sunday, 19 April 2009
Her Story:...Three weeks away
The wait always seemed endless
I’ve never wanted anything so badly
I have hoped and prayed and continued to wait
Now this dream seems like a reality
Anticipation lingers but I’m no longer uncertain
Our meeting is barely three weeks away
Three weeks suddenly feels like three minutes
My heart is racing, my chest is pounding
I’m almost there, I see the line
It’s not the finish line but still I’m scared
Scared of a new lap in the continuation of this race
The lap where he waits as though he’d take the baton
But he truly waits so we could run together
Side by side enroute this journey of our love lives
In three weeks we would meet
Not in paper to pen
Not in sms to phone
Not in blackberry to blackberry
But in person to person
In flesh and in blood
We would meet to relive this image of each other we’ve tried to revive after years
Through pictures through voices, through words
The images of each other we have beautified in our minds and embedded in our hearts
The souls of images we have aligned barely knowing if the physical would consent…
In three weeks we will find out what the physical has in store
Would it be fair on us and become the icing on the cake?
“Ex-schoolmates reunited and so in love”
Will the physical complement “Our story”?
I don’t know where this road would lead us
But in three weeks we would meet at that point
Where he has been waiting to take my hand so we could continue the race together
So we would run side by side, steadily and surely
Through the bends, crossing the hurdles, jumping the ropes
We would run, maybe slow down and even walk but we won’t relent
It would be movement at each other’s paces
We would hold hands through this one, carrying each other along
We will make this journey worth it
We will live this dream…only three weeks away.
I’ve never wanted anything so badly
I have hoped and prayed and continued to wait
Now this dream seems like a reality
Anticipation lingers but I’m no longer uncertain
Our meeting is barely three weeks away
Three weeks suddenly feels like three minutes
My heart is racing, my chest is pounding
I’m almost there, I see the line
It’s not the finish line but still I’m scared
Scared of a new lap in the continuation of this race
The lap where he waits as though he’d take the baton
But he truly waits so we could run together
Side by side enroute this journey of our love lives
In three weeks we would meet
Not in paper to pen
Not in sms to phone
Not in blackberry to blackberry
But in person to person
In flesh and in blood
We would meet to relive this image of each other we’ve tried to revive after years
Through pictures through voices, through words
The images of each other we have beautified in our minds and embedded in our hearts
The souls of images we have aligned barely knowing if the physical would consent…
In three weeks we will find out what the physical has in store
Would it be fair on us and become the icing on the cake?
“Ex-schoolmates reunited and so in love”
Will the physical complement “Our story”?
I don’t know where this road would lead us
But in three weeks we would meet at that point
Where he has been waiting to take my hand so we could continue the race together
So we would run side by side, steadily and surely
Through the bends, crossing the hurdles, jumping the ropes
We would run, maybe slow down and even walk but we won’t relent
It would be movement at each other’s paces
We would hold hands through this one, carrying each other along
We will make this journey worth it
We will live this dream…only three weeks away.
Friday, 3 April 2009
SOLILOQUY OF A MIND
A recent development in my office made me lose interest in my passion. An assignment I would execute without asking for a dime; a thing I want to do every now and then…. writing. Not like it is paying my bills right now but some of us can relate when I say I’m doing it for the love and not for the money. Yet, there are other angles of the game that will still bring in the money but it requires a level of strategic approach and I’m working on that.
For the first time in my few years of living my dream, I lost interest in writing. I pick up a pen and it didn’t excite me, neither did my heart beat in response to my inner wish to pen words as they erupt from my mind. This feeling came as a result of a production job we did for our company that went sour. I can’t stomach how I had put in so much into a project, months of strife, many sleepless nights, hungry moments and head jamming thoughts to be faced with zero. I mean input with no alternating output is bullshit…exactly what I got for all my efforts. It gets worse when all that is required is the end result.
The life we live in today portrays a group of people who will share the glory when you win but will abandon and castigate you when you lose. It gets worse when the people you counted on are the ones who messed it all up for you. But I can’t even defend that because in the first place, it was my task to ensure that they didn’t make a mistake at all. And how best could I have dealt with this situation? Or have humans suddenly become less of the most difficult business to manage in this life?
I stood speechless to see everything I had built for so long crash before my face. Tears probably got too thick to drop from my eyes cos I couldn’t cry even if it would have made me feel better. For once, I hated to be a part of the production crew and even worse to have led the pack. But on a second thought, it was worth the try and it can only get better…I mean, how worse can it be? A nigger has learnt his lessons (the hard way tho) and it will only take a foolish man to fall and remain on the ground instead of getting up without fear of even falling again. I have taken this destiny in my hands and I will get to the top and scream like one of the zealous Spartans.
A driving force that has brought me this far is THE ALMIGHTY and HIM alone deserves the GLORY forever and ever. For one day I was just a fan and a reader who didn’t always have enough money to buy a copy of this journal and today I am sitting on top of it as the managing production editor. The one who had a little of the power to put anyone who is worthy of appearance on its page. Therefore, I think it would be unfair to just nag and face down feeling downgraded because I know a couple of peops would want to take the blame so long as they are the ones in my position yet I am not even trying to flaunt it. To GOD be the GLORY.
Of cause I started with J who was there when it all started but she dropped along the way because she thought I was too busy for her liking. Then came V who was supportive and caring but hey……it still didn’t work. Life had a different plan for me and C was the IT that needed to be there when it will be accomplished…simply put – accomplish IT. Though C is not even a firsthand accomplice of the success cos she is not within to feel the weight yet she is where she is showing love to the brother. Though the first impression I gave her was the sad face but she’s not even letting me feel bad for it. She thought I gave it a good shot because she was with me on some of those sleepless night…(well not always in that sense but …wink…you know how we do) and her company was an encouragement tool on its own.
Life is such a good teacher and experience is the core subject. I am a testimony of some of life’s teachings and even though I’ve had a couple of the hard blows of life, I still double as a story of success in the making and the happiest man with the best woman in the world. I have a partner in success right now and C ain’t even trying to mess with me like a serious life investment. I don’t wanna take y’all away from the subject matter so I will rather stop here and let y’all catch your breath.
The next time you’ll catch my words on this page, you will be reading HIM as the poet. And the topic will be ‘C’….. I can guarantee you will not be bored cos ‘C’ is a serious issue……I hope you can see what I mean.
For the first time in my few years of living my dream, I lost interest in writing. I pick up a pen and it didn’t excite me, neither did my heart beat in response to my inner wish to pen words as they erupt from my mind. This feeling came as a result of a production job we did for our company that went sour. I can’t stomach how I had put in so much into a project, months of strife, many sleepless nights, hungry moments and head jamming thoughts to be faced with zero. I mean input with no alternating output is bullshit…exactly what I got for all my efforts. It gets worse when all that is required is the end result.
The life we live in today portrays a group of people who will share the glory when you win but will abandon and castigate you when you lose. It gets worse when the people you counted on are the ones who messed it all up for you. But I can’t even defend that because in the first place, it was my task to ensure that they didn’t make a mistake at all. And how best could I have dealt with this situation? Or have humans suddenly become less of the most difficult business to manage in this life?
I stood speechless to see everything I had built for so long crash before my face. Tears probably got too thick to drop from my eyes cos I couldn’t cry even if it would have made me feel better. For once, I hated to be a part of the production crew and even worse to have led the pack. But on a second thought, it was worth the try and it can only get better…I mean, how worse can it be? A nigger has learnt his lessons (the hard way tho) and it will only take a foolish man to fall and remain on the ground instead of getting up without fear of even falling again. I have taken this destiny in my hands and I will get to the top and scream like one of the zealous Spartans.
A driving force that has brought me this far is THE ALMIGHTY and HIM alone deserves the GLORY forever and ever. For one day I was just a fan and a reader who didn’t always have enough money to buy a copy of this journal and today I am sitting on top of it as the managing production editor. The one who had a little of the power to put anyone who is worthy of appearance on its page. Therefore, I think it would be unfair to just nag and face down feeling downgraded because I know a couple of peops would want to take the blame so long as they are the ones in my position yet I am not even trying to flaunt it. To GOD be the GLORY.
Of cause I started with J who was there when it all started but she dropped along the way because she thought I was too busy for her liking. Then came V who was supportive and caring but hey……it still didn’t work. Life had a different plan for me and C was the IT that needed to be there when it will be accomplished…simply put – accomplish IT. Though C is not even a firsthand accomplice of the success cos she is not within to feel the weight yet she is where she is showing love to the brother. Though the first impression I gave her was the sad face but she’s not even letting me feel bad for it. She thought I gave it a good shot because she was with me on some of those sleepless night…(well not always in that sense but …wink…you know how we do) and her company was an encouragement tool on its own.
Life is such a good teacher and experience is the core subject. I am a testimony of some of life’s teachings and even though I’ve had a couple of the hard blows of life, I still double as a story of success in the making and the happiest man with the best woman in the world. I have a partner in success right now and C ain’t even trying to mess with me like a serious life investment. I don’t wanna take y’all away from the subject matter so I will rather stop here and let y’all catch your breath.
The next time you’ll catch my words on this page, you will be reading HIM as the poet. And the topic will be ‘C’….. I can guarantee you will not be bored cos ‘C’ is a serious issue……I hope you can see what I mean.
Sunday, 22 February 2009
Her Story:Crazy in love!
Is it me or it’s still barely weeks that we hooked on FB. It sure feels like ages. Yes, one minute we were playing catch up and the next we were addicted to speaking with each other… Now I feel like I have known him all my life already.
We have spoken about everything and the gist is still endless...I never thought this was ever possible3 hrs, 4hrs, even up to 6hrs on the phone? Don’t ask me about the amount of money spent on call cards or phone bills...Story for another day....
Yes it’s a priceless adventure and I’m surely willing to give what it takes to keep up with this madness.
Lately there has even been a new dimension in the situation. We’ve made so many plans regarding when we eventually meet again. We have made and altered several arrangements. The meeting will be really crazy. I can’t even imagine...my one time class mate will be looking forward to meeting me but now as a lover...A bond that I still cannot describe. I have been in love before...I have been dazzled by several things before...but this...it's different. There nothing like it .I have always been the 'anti-love across the ocean' activist but here I am ...a victim of the same situation, I am so quick to criticise...a very helpless one at that. I would never have thought that it was possible for someone so far away to have such a huge impact in my life. I am happy; I am all smiles and lost in excitement when I think of him. Just a picture sets my heart racing. One particular picture actually has me dripping wet most times...(ooops)...
His voice is the song I want to hear. I am going crazy...I can’t wait. Till that day. That moment I dream of everyday and every night. Holidays begin on the 26th of next month...I 'm counting down and hoping we will eventually see what exactly this strong connection will materialise into. I love this feeling and I just hope it stays just as strong when we eventually see in person. For now, this is heaven...I couldn’t ask for more...I love him so much and day in day out, he still continues to blow my f*cking mind!
We have spoken about everything and the gist is still endless...I never thought this was ever possible3 hrs, 4hrs, even up to 6hrs on the phone? Don’t ask me about the amount of money spent on call cards or phone bills...Story for another day....
Yes it’s a priceless adventure and I’m surely willing to give what it takes to keep up with this madness.
Lately there has even been a new dimension in the situation. We’ve made so many plans regarding when we eventually meet again. We have made and altered several arrangements. The meeting will be really crazy. I can’t even imagine...my one time class mate will be looking forward to meeting me but now as a lover...A bond that I still cannot describe. I have been in love before...I have been dazzled by several things before...but this...it's different. There nothing like it .I have always been the 'anti-love across the ocean' activist but here I am ...a victim of the same situation, I am so quick to criticise...a very helpless one at that. I would never have thought that it was possible for someone so far away to have such a huge impact in my life. I am happy; I am all smiles and lost in excitement when I think of him. Just a picture sets my heart racing. One particular picture actually has me dripping wet most times...(ooops)...
His voice is the song I want to hear. I am going crazy...I can’t wait. Till that day. That moment I dream of everyday and every night. Holidays begin on the 26th of next month...I 'm counting down and hoping we will eventually see what exactly this strong connection will materialise into. I love this feeling and I just hope it stays just as strong when we eventually see in person. For now, this is heaven...I couldn’t ask for more...I love him so much and day in day out, he still continues to blow my f*cking mind!
Tuesday, 10 February 2009
A BIRTHDAY BEFORE MY BIRTHDAY
A BIRTHDAY BEFORE MY BIRTHDAY
February 7, 2009 was a Saturday but an unusual one. It was ‘Her’ birthday. The sun seems to be smiling at me today cos even as hot as it is, I ain’t even feeling the heat. The day started a lil something like this……….I woke up exited by the fact that my partner in crime will be pretty busy today. She’ll be attending to friends and well wishers, who’ll come around to felicitate with her. Having this in mind, I matched into the bathing room for a cool bath after which, I jumped into a blue Lee classic jean, polo by Ralph Lauren Tee shirt and my blue Addidas kicks. A couple of phone calls to refresh my face on a couple of minds and outta tha door I left.
It’s such a full time job loving ‘Her’ cos if my original plan was anything to go by, then her phone was supposed to announce an SMS every hour of the day. I had to hook up with R who had invited me to a wedding I wasn’t interested in. But while the party was on, my mind was somewhere else – with ‘Her’.
I didn’t hesitate to oblige when R asked if I was ready to go……………… As the cab drove us to R’s house, I punched some words on my phone to wish her a happy birthday like I had done earlier in the day………………..
Pause!
But seriously if you’ve been following this piece closely, you’ll find yourself anticipating to read the next scene, but I’m done playing around these words for now cos this piece has stayed too long than it should in my head. If ‘Her’ B’day was 7th February, why did I wait till 10th February to post it on this portal?
“Hey ma’, you’re just another step ahead to bigger things to come, you’re probably not aware of how much sunshine you beam into this brother’s life…….making me sing like…….
ooooooh……..where this babe come from? she’s the kind of chic that makes me jump on my feet…..aaah check her swag, it’s so strong…..so let’s get it on…get it on…..”
Ok reader, don’t even bother trying to figure who the author of the song or which song I’m singing cos you don’t even have a clue….yeah she’s gat that kind of hold on me… abi no be one day person dey discover hidden talent?
Ama kill - kill for this chic cos she will do anything necessary for me so why should I bother about other dem girls?.....Hey guys…..the next time you come across my boo…..plant a kiss on her on my behalf…..I wish ‘Her’ a happy Birthday and many more years ahead…….yes Boss!
February 7, 2009 was a Saturday but an unusual one. It was ‘Her’ birthday. The sun seems to be smiling at me today cos even as hot as it is, I ain’t even feeling the heat. The day started a lil something like this……….I woke up exited by the fact that my partner in crime will be pretty busy today. She’ll be attending to friends and well wishers, who’ll come around to felicitate with her. Having this in mind, I matched into the bathing room for a cool bath after which, I jumped into a blue Lee classic jean, polo by Ralph Lauren Tee shirt and my blue Addidas kicks. A couple of phone calls to refresh my face on a couple of minds and outta tha door I left.
It’s such a full time job loving ‘Her’ cos if my original plan was anything to go by, then her phone was supposed to announce an SMS every hour of the day. I had to hook up with R who had invited me to a wedding I wasn’t interested in. But while the party was on, my mind was somewhere else – with ‘Her’.
I didn’t hesitate to oblige when R asked if I was ready to go……………… As the cab drove us to R’s house, I punched some words on my phone to wish her a happy birthday like I had done earlier in the day………………..
Pause!
But seriously if you’ve been following this piece closely, you’ll find yourself anticipating to read the next scene, but I’m done playing around these words for now cos this piece has stayed too long than it should in my head. If ‘Her’ B’day was 7th February, why did I wait till 10th February to post it on this portal?
“Hey ma’, you’re just another step ahead to bigger things to come, you’re probably not aware of how much sunshine you beam into this brother’s life…….making me sing like…….
ooooooh……..where this babe come from? she’s the kind of chic that makes me jump on my feet…..aaah check her swag, it’s so strong…..so let’s get it on…get it on…..”
Ok reader, don’t even bother trying to figure who the author of the song or which song I’m singing cos you don’t even have a clue….yeah she’s gat that kind of hold on me… abi no be one day person dey discover hidden talent?
Ama kill - kill for this chic cos she will do anything necessary for me so why should I bother about other dem girls?.....Hey guys…..the next time you come across my boo…..plant a kiss on her on my behalf…..I wish ‘Her’ a happy Birthday and many more years ahead…….yes Boss!
Friday, 30 January 2009
Her Story:Last Night!
It was a bright afternoon as I carried on a normal routine of my driving lessons.
I had done the usual round of different turns and manoeuvres and we headed for my place. We came towards a road that seemed unusually broad but as we approached, there was a crossroad. I had to slow down and then I came to a sudden halt. There was huge traffic sign that was flashing a continuous red light…Every car stood at the edge of the lines. It was then I noticed…All the cars were the same colour. A very bright yellow with a capital letter ‘L’ on them painted in red. I turned to look at my instructor but the look on his face gave him away. Something was wrong…My ever so positive instructor sat motionless focusing on the incident ahead…It was a Car. It was yet another yellow car spinning around uncontrollably. It spun so fast that all I could see were flashes of red in front of it…It was blurry but It wasn’t hard to tell that it was indeed another capital letter ‘L’.A learner and a driver…just like us. I watched in total shock as the instructor kept struggling to reach for the steering to no avail…Then suddenly they hit a car and headed right towards us…We didn’t move. We sat in dismay, very frightened and total shock…then BANG...I woke up!
It was another nightmare since I started my driving lessons. I thought I was doing very well, at least my instructor told me so. I drove for two hours yesterday and it didn’t seem so bad. I’d never driven that long so I guess it felt really different….Verdict: I have a phobia for driving that I must conquer this time. Well thankfully, my next lesson is not until Wednesday next week so I have enough time to recover.
As I lay in bed still Startled…I suddenly felt sick, my stomach felt weird and that feeling of nausea got me running straight to the bathroom. It came all out…I threw up everything I had eaten the day before. Not a lot I must say apart from loads of plantain chips (which is a ‘must have’ for me everyday)…I mean I couldn’t think of what I had eaten to make me feel so sick….not unless I was still reacting to the nightmare. Anyway…I came out of the bathroom feeling much better and very wide awake. I looked at the time…and it was 3am…too early to call anyone without raising an alarm or getting them worried. So I sat down in front of my ever so faithful computer…sick sad and lonely. I guess it’s the price I have to pay for choosing to study in this country and living by myself. …
I did my usual amebo on face book and did a bit of research on the internet since I’m helping a friend out with her academic report. I read His blog of yesterday again and I was flustered…Everything suddenly felt ok…I sent him a text at about 3.30am.It read… Stop snoring Jo…I slept off last night so couldn’t text you as I promised. I will be up for the next hour trying to do some work…I love you my Luvie
I was tired this morning but I was kinda glad that It was time to be up and about…I haven’t done much today apart from work and miss Him but I guess that’s a typical day in the life of this ‘Lonely Londoner’.
I had done the usual round of different turns and manoeuvres and we headed for my place. We came towards a road that seemed unusually broad but as we approached, there was a crossroad. I had to slow down and then I came to a sudden halt. There was huge traffic sign that was flashing a continuous red light…Every car stood at the edge of the lines. It was then I noticed…All the cars were the same colour. A very bright yellow with a capital letter ‘L’ on them painted in red. I turned to look at my instructor but the look on his face gave him away. Something was wrong…My ever so positive instructor sat motionless focusing on the incident ahead…It was a Car. It was yet another yellow car spinning around uncontrollably. It spun so fast that all I could see were flashes of red in front of it…It was blurry but It wasn’t hard to tell that it was indeed another capital letter ‘L’.A learner and a driver…just like us. I watched in total shock as the instructor kept struggling to reach for the steering to no avail…Then suddenly they hit a car and headed right towards us…We didn’t move. We sat in dismay, very frightened and total shock…then BANG...I woke up!
It was another nightmare since I started my driving lessons. I thought I was doing very well, at least my instructor told me so. I drove for two hours yesterday and it didn’t seem so bad. I’d never driven that long so I guess it felt really different….Verdict: I have a phobia for driving that I must conquer this time. Well thankfully, my next lesson is not until Wednesday next week so I have enough time to recover.
As I lay in bed still Startled…I suddenly felt sick, my stomach felt weird and that feeling of nausea got me running straight to the bathroom. It came all out…I threw up everything I had eaten the day before. Not a lot I must say apart from loads of plantain chips (which is a ‘must have’ for me everyday)…I mean I couldn’t think of what I had eaten to make me feel so sick….not unless I was still reacting to the nightmare. Anyway…I came out of the bathroom feeling much better and very wide awake. I looked at the time…and it was 3am…too early to call anyone without raising an alarm or getting them worried. So I sat down in front of my ever so faithful computer…sick sad and lonely. I guess it’s the price I have to pay for choosing to study in this country and living by myself. …
I did my usual amebo on face book and did a bit of research on the internet since I’m helping a friend out with her academic report. I read His blog of yesterday again and I was flustered…Everything suddenly felt ok…I sent him a text at about 3.30am.It read… Stop snoring Jo…I slept off last night so couldn’t text you as I promised. I will be up for the next hour trying to do some work…I love you my Luvie
I was tired this morning but I was kinda glad that It was time to be up and about…I haven’t done much today apart from work and miss Him but I guess that’s a typical day in the life of this ‘Lonely Londoner’.
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