Thursday, October 25, 2012


Also known as You-Raise-Me-Up-So-I-Can-Stand-On-Mountains.
Brassieres also known as bras.
You can't hate but love them. (pun intended).
Growing up, I never wished to wear them ‘cos they felt like old-women’s garment. I preferred my good old bandeau.
These days though, I say... 3 hearty cheers to the man who invented the bra!!! Whoooooootttt! That man/woman I pray you made heaven. Of course not for my sake!!! My girls are glorious, haughty and proud! Hehehehee.
But for that angel who invented the bra, where would the modern day woman’s pride be? Where??? In the gutters more often than not.

First let me say this does not apply to all women. Of cos not. I'm of the school of thought that doesn’t believe that all women should wear bras. Take for instance; some women have breasts that consist of only nipples. Big nipples.

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Letting go.

   I've never had to carry anger in my heart for so long. But I think I've out done my self this time?

I am the sort of person who doesn't have time or doesn't care enough to carry anger or malice till dawn.

Most of the time, I just ignore the cause of unnecessary emotion or anger as the case maybe and just move. But, in cases where the subject or cause of my vex is that upsetting, I won't let go until I've told him/her my grievance that way, I feel the steam leave my body and I feel light immediately. It's like magic.

This time around, it's different. I've managed to stay mad at one person for 6 months. Now this is so unhealthy. So unhealthy. But there's really little or nothing I can do about it. I can't vent. I can't vent because the subject of my spine-breaking nerve wrecking venom is no where in sight.

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Exotic African ways to die

 I got this idea from my sister who hooked me up hilarious OIN (Only In Nigeria) happenings. Then, one day I felt pretty jobless, I thought up some more and added to hers. 

Here, enjoy...

Exotic African ways to prompt your own death or arse-whooping the case maybe.

Daddy, I'm gay and proud { o_O }

Answer “ooooooh, What???” when your parents call you. {a*se-whooping}

Announce your financial success in your village. { v(*_*)^ }

Hi, I’m Kony. { <(‘ -‘)> }

Address an elder without ‘aunty or uncle’ prefix. { o_O }

Say “hi” instead of “good morning Sir” to my dad. { (>_<) }

Saturday, March 10, 2012

My mother is on facebook!!!

Unbelievable! I'm shocked on two levels.

First is that own mother is on facebook. that is so not cool (from my own point of view). It might be cool from her own point of view in that she thinks she knows what's up and and that she can now hook up with old friends. But still, whyyyyyyyy???

Second is that she used a really hawt profile picture and made her name look super-cool. Mummy, who taught you all these?
She even has witty status updates!