Blue Christmas

It's a season of celebration, a season of joy. Why do I think only of death?


Four detonated bombs so far. Over 40 killed.


I don't want to die. No not yet.
I don't want my family to die. No not yet, not ever! Not till they are 100 years old each.
I don't want to lose my friends or anyone I ever cared for or ever met or added meaning to my life. Not until they are at least 90 years old

Red Light! Run, Run!!!

What I am about to write is very much on short notice. 

Most of you must have heard about and seen pictures of a girl attacked allegedly by a jealous obsessive ''boy-friend'' at Lekki. 
I use the word allegedly because, I'm yet to read details in any of the National Dailies and I'm not one to pedal rumours. No names have been involved in the story and no facts yet.

 Nevertheless, let me use this medium to address battery and assault.

Hitting is NEVER cool!

In as much as  I would never blame the victim, women should be careful about the guys they date. There usually is a flash into violent tendencies in a guy prone to such violence. A red light is usually shone at a point but we tend to ignore it or maybe we don't notice it.

I'm going to quote Sasha here. She enlisted 10 red flags ladies should look out for. I'm just gonna quote her through out this (although with some edited typos because she wrote it in an emotional state).

Here goes:  RED FLAGS TO LOOK OUT FOR

1.   If you can't hang out together without turning it into a fight.

The Shrink in me!

I must confess... it’s not beans keeping up a blog.
No ‘healthy’ topic comes to mind. It could be frustrating. I'm serious today. No jokes, no sarcasm. An unusual Franni. I can think of many things to write but none of them has the pizzazz: the X-factor, the Frannilicious thingy ;).
So dear followers, by-chance readers, stalkers and to the rest of my lovely people, kó easy rara.
 What excuse can I give? Those who know me know that right now, work isn’t so stressful. So I can't even use that as an excuse (I wish!). Which reminds me...these days, I'm diverging from

(side bar)

 Hii.I keep getting complaints about difficulty in posting comments on this blog.
Kindly email your complaints plus suggestions if any  diogo2606@yahoo.com.  

Thanks.

Thoughts Aloud

Thoughts Allowed Aloud

I missed you silly!

I know what you are probably saying... ‘’girl, thought your blogging died a natural death’’. Sorry, to burst your bubble, it didn’t!!! I actually do not have any good reason for being away so long. Oh no, I do! My creative mind was in recess.

Today, I’m just gonna think aloud and let my fingers do the typing. Hmmmn, somehow, all that runs through my mind is, ”Lawd, how and why did I get a facebook account?” Howwww???! :-(

Don’t get me wrong oh, I loves loves loves the Facebook concept buh, sometimes, I'm just like hmmmn!

First of all, dear Mark Zuckerberg, what is the idea behind ‘poke’? If I want to get someone’s attention, emmm, couldn't I just write on his wall? **puzzled face**

Facebook has taken away some of my freedom to snub! You know, sometimes I suspect that facebook just adds friends for you without your knowledge (conspiracy theory **winks**).

Aaarghhh!

Now people, I'm gonna be very frank and quite straight to the point.
Mhnhmmm (clearing throat so you don't say you didn't hear  ) okay, here goes...

Dear Franni-My little Space readers (more precisely those with  M̶̲̥̅γ̲̣̣̥ phone number,kindly drop your well appreciated comments on this beautiful blogpage and not my phone or facebook inbox. :).

Yea,I see you,yes you!
You who reads,smiles, laughs and goes away.
You who always calls me up and says...hey girl,nice blog! You Rock Franni!
Okay, sweetie thanks for the love but please let's save your credit so you don't have to make that call or send the sms.
Shey it's better like that? Shey? I knew you'd agree.
You the bestest. Mwuahh!


Tuddles...

21 things you never knew about Franni

Whewwwww, how do I apologise for my long silence? I am so soooooooo sorry. Kk?
Oh now I wish I could serve you guys something that would be at least worth the wait. Let's see... will it be a little bit worth it if I told you 21 things you never knew about me?


Here goes:
21 things you don't know about me...


1---That name up there, is my actual name. And yes, it's in my birth certificate! My pop rocks right???


2 --- I am the true story of The Ugly Duckling. I was born a duckling compared to my other sibs back in the day but I kinda transformed into what I am today. And by what I'm made to believe these days, I bring pleasure to the eyes. Hey, hey, hey, at least that's what nice people say to me. :-)

I AM SORRY

I am sincerely apologizing to all those who stumbled across my blog.
I am so sorry I've not entered anything this year. Please don't lose interest in me. Pleeeeaaassseee. Oh c'mon! Don't make me crawl.
I'll soon be back I promise.


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