Friday 20 December 2013


I'm really close to my sisters and I honestly don't know what I'll do without them. It's Prim-not's birthday today and I decided to do this for her. It's SingleNigerian Man's birthday too so here's a shout out to them both.

Prim-not and I attended the same schools and the first time we were apart for long was her NYSC service year. I pretended not to miss her much but I did. I was used to the squabbles, fights, shouting and laughter. I love her. Not sure I’ve told her that seriously beforeoh wait, I have and she asked “shon dagbere ni?” (Meaning: was I was saying my final farewell!) Yea, she’s crazy like that. She loves me too.  At least I think so. She must really love me because I know I showed her a lot! See, I was not the easiest child to live with. Naughty was sort of my middle name. Plus my idea of interesting/fun wasn't hers.

Did I already say I love her to bits? Yea, I do. Forever and a day. When I was absolutely with no brain (ok, I always had but you would never have guessed it for the kind of stuff I did lol) she was there, pushing me harder and harder and I hated her for it. She has always been my voice of reason. I remember we still talked about this a few months ago and we had a good time laughing about my foolishness.

She is my number one fan. She cheers me up and when I have those little bouts of issues, she's there to straighten me up and she never fails to let me know that I'm doing awesomely. When I become my harshest critic, she reminds me that I am enough and I need not be so hard on myself. She is aware of all my flaws and she still thinks I'm amazing. She believes I can take on the world without batting an eyelid. See confidence. You want to try to quantify that love? You can't. With that support system, you know you can take on anything. She knows me and loves me. Simple.

I look at her and I see the person I want to be when I grow up (despite d fact that we are only a few months apartok, maybe more than that but who’s counting? *tongue out*) Anyway, with her by my side, I know I’ll always be alright. Please say a little prayer for her as you read this.

On a last note, if by any chance Prim-not reads this, I shall deny this post even if it has my signature on it or my name plastered all over it. I shall vehemently deny.

P.S: So I finally met Honeydame and we had an amazeballs time *azonto* I”ll be back with more gist. *wink*

Merry Christmas beautiful people

Thursday 12 December 2013

Have You Heard?

Have you guys heard???? I'm finally hooking up with Honeydame! Whooooop! You haven't? Please accept your LASTMA badges lol.

I know I've been MIA lately but I'll be back next week with fresh :D and I will be replying my comments *face palm* I listen to this speech-like song from time to time and it never gets old so I'm sharing with you. I find it really insightful and amusing.

Baz Luhrmann - Everybody's Free (To Wear Sunscreen)
Ladies and Gentlemen the class of ’99, If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh nevermind; you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded. But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You’re not as fat as you imagine.

Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing every day that scares you. Sing. Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours. Floss. Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind. The race is long, and in the end, it’s only with yourself. Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how. Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch. Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don’t. Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone.

Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t. Maybe you’ll have children, maybe you won’t. Maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. What ever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s. Enjoy your body, use it every way you can. Don’t be afraid of it, or what other people think of it. It’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own.

Dance. Even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room. Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them. Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.

Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you should hold on.

Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.

Travel. Accept certain inalienable truths. Prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.

Respect your elders. Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out.
Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it.
Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen…

You can listen here

I'll be back. Kisses