INSPIRING AWARD, DRAMA AND GIVE-AWAYS

My guilty pleasure

Hello beautiful people. First of all, there is an amazing give-away happening at Oroque's. He is giving away a whooping sum of 150,000 naira for his blog's 5th anniversary. Head on over there to grab it. All the best. Second of all, the gracious Relentless Builder nominated me for the Very Inspiring Blogger Award. Yay me!!! I wonder if i can put this on my CV? I can right? Like, somewhere under "Additional achievements" maybe? Anyway, Relentless aka Kiishi is passionate about Education, Nigeria, gospel music and so much more. You should head on to her blog and enjoy the awesomeness that she is. Thanks a lot Relentless. I appreciate this. You know it rocked my week right? You didn't? Well, now you do xo. It however comes with rules so let's get to them.
 

The Rules:

1.      Display the award logo on your blog- check

2.      Link back to the person who nominated you- check again

3.      State 7 things about yourself- Ok

4.      Nominate 3 - 7 other bloggers and link back to them.

1. Hi, my name is Toin and i'm a confirmed sapiosexual! Yep *nods head*

2. I met this guy who was all kinds of cute and then some but he sagged! Yes, it's a crime. Why in the name of Quadratini Vanilla wafers, Berryblast and everything that is amazing will you be sagging in this age en? You're not 9years old, Whizkid or Chris Brown so pull that thing up. He was so cute and spoke so well i was tempted to get close and pull the pants up myself so a girl can properly crush but it wasn't to be. A girl can't even crush in peace. Such a waste of cuteness. #sigh

3. You remember my dream about being Beyonce's bestie and all yea? Well, i'm there! Ok maybe not quite but almost there. Please don't tell me almost doesn't count. Brandy doesn't know what she's talking about. Are you ready to know who i met? Wait for it... *drumrolls*I met Denrele! So you see! From Denrele to Beyonce. See how i got there? You don't? Me neither but i'm sure there's a connection.

4. I met tons of young, intelligent and amazing people at the Future Awards Symposium last weekend and darn, it was fun. Ebuka is as cute in person (Mo said to "do" him for her, mad girl) He was such a good sport. I would have met Sugabelly too but she couldn't make it. I'll dedicate a post to gists from that trip.

5. Hi again, my name is Toin and i'm addicted to Scandal. To think i actually thought about passing the symposium event up because i didn't want to miss Scandal for a day. Who even thinks like that? Apparently, me. I am addicted people *wails* This addiction is real. #sigh. I hope i'm not the only one who is irritated by all those breaks they keep taking. I need my fix badly.

6. So i've been feeling a little restless lately and i would like to volunteer my services to a cause. I'm interested in advocacy for females, kids and health related issues. Let me know if you have any going on.

7. I got me four new crushes, male and female. Ask me no questions and i will tell you no lies. #flees

Now to nominating people, If i stalk your blog, it must be that you have content i am interested in. Feel free to grab this award.

I hope you've been keeping up with blogsville drama. If not, Madame Sting has a pretty good re-cap. I sorta kinda miss blogsville people who have all refused to update, my friendship UnveilingGold, My love T.Notes, BSNC, PET projects, Janyl, Northern Chic, Honeydame, Abi Tobi, Michael Onobote, 9ja's great, 31st Chain, Cherrychatter, NIL, Prism, Dayor, Coy, Feyi, MsNana, Rita etc. #deepsigh. Time for smoking out.

Kisses

P.S: Thanks to Sugarspring for yet another Liebster. You rock girl xo
P.P.S: Has anyone shopped from Jumia?

IF I SHOULD HAVE A DAUGHTER By Sarah Kay

I had a post planned for today but darn, i could not resist posting this. You should watch it. Sarah Kay is a spoken word poet and she is A-MA-ZING! Enjoy

Transcript: "If I should have a daughter, instead of “Mom,” she’s gonna call me “Point B,” because that way she knows that no matter what happens, at least she can always find her way to me. And I’m going to paint solar systems on the backs of her hands so she has to learn the entire universe before she can say, “Oh, I know that like the back of my hand.”

And she’s going to learn that this life will hit you hard in the face, wait for you to get back up just so it can kick you in the stomach. But getting the wind knocked out of you is the only way to remind your lungs how much they like the taste of air. There is no hurt here that cannot be fixed by Band-Aids or poetry. So the first time she realizes that Wonder Woman isn’t coming, I’ll make sure she knows she doesn’t have to wear the cape all by herself because no matter how wide you stretch your fingers, your hands will always be too small to catch all the pain you want to heal. Believe me, I’ve tried. “And, baby,” I’ll tell her, don’t keep your nose up in the air like that. I know that trick; I’ve done it a million times.

You’re just smelling for smoke so you can follow the trail back to a burning house, so you can find the boy who lost everything in the fire to see if you can save him. Or else find the boy who lit the fire in the first place, to see if you can change him.” But I know she will anyway, so instead I’ll always keep an extra supply of chocolate and rain boots nearby, because there is no heartbreak that chocolate can’t fix. Okay, there’s a few heartbreaks that chocolate can’t fix. But that’s what the rain boots are for, because rain will wash away everything, if you let it. I want her to look at the world through the underside of a glass-bottom boat, to look through a microscope at the galaxies that exist on the pinpoint of a human mind, because that’s the way my mom taught me.

That there’ll be days like this. “There’ll be days like this, my momma said.”

When you open your hands to catch and wind up with only blisters and bruises; when you step out of the phone booth and try to fly and the very people you want to save are the ones standing on your cape; when your boots will fill with rain, and you’ll be up to your knees in disappointment. And those are the very days you have all the more reason to say thank you. Because there’s nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline, no matter how many times it’s sent away. You will put the wind in winsome, lose some. You will put the star in starting over, and over. And no matter how many land mines erupt in a minute, be sure your mind lands on the beauty of this funny place called life. And yes, on a scale from one to over-trusting, I am pretty damn naive. But I want her to know that this world is made out of sugar. It can crumble so easily, but don’t be afraid to stick your tongue out and taste it. “Baby,” I’ll tell her, “remember, your momma is a worrier, and your poppa is a warrior, and you are the girl with small hands and big eyes who never stops asking for more.” Remember that good things come in threes and so do bad things. And always apologize when you’ve done something wrong, but don’t you ever apologize for the way your eyes refuse to stop shining. Your voice is small, but don’t ever stop singing. And when they finally hand you heartache, when they slip war and hatred under your door and offer you handouts on street-corners of cynicism and defeat, you tell them that they really ought to meet your mother."

You can read the rest and more of her works here