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"I write for the unlearned about things in which I am unlearned myself." - CS Lewis, Reflections on the Psalms

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

feliz navidad!!!!

happy holidays y'all!
i love Christmas....
i always miss out on all the Christmas parties in Lagos this season..
i had a blast in abuja.....
i'm home in makurdi for Christmas
every street corner is familiar with a memory linked to it.
childhood friends and family friends are in town,
its fun Playing with the boys and making the girls cry like i do every Christmas(i joke),
but this is when hating is at its best and you can actually laugh in the face of haters
I'm sleeping in bed with mummy...cosy cosy cosy!
the harmattans on, its dry and cold and dusty and just so beautiful,the weather says everything Christmas to me....
we didn't bring out the Christmas tree this year, the living room looks drab without it,instead there's a clutter of wii pieces everywhere as my sis and i justle about in the name of playing the game.my nieces aren't home to make decorating the tree a fun job, the house is drab with just a few of us home
i haven't played christmas carols like i should, i haven't played them at all.
we're busy seating together as a family and 'gisting' about everything that's happened this year.
making expensive international calls and staying on forever trying to make the others feel like they really are missing and we're having fun without them
then we goof around
then we eat like gluttons, cookies, cakes, fried goat, peppered chicken, coke, coke, coke, and pounded yam in its originality etc .....
then we take the 40min drive to go visit grandma, and eat some more, her world famous soups(yes they really are a treat, and people just keep going back to hers).....
i've got a long long list for santa baby, but i know there are loads of people with a long long list too,
so imma wait till after christmas when santa baby is a bit rested, then he'll have time to savor the feel of me on his laps and listen attentively as i whisper my needs one by one.

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE and have a blessed one.
don't forget the reason for the season....
and lets all be jolly.
'tis a season to be jolly.

Thursday, December 18, 2008

gimme dat 'ol time entertainment.

i grew up watching videos of sound of music, and first editions of Pinocchio, Alice in wonderland, the lion, the witch and the wardrobe, Oliver twist, Annie, chity chity bang bang et co. I would frustrate my siblings with my constant cry and whining to watch sound of music again and again especially when they wanted to watch more grown up movies or motown music videos(before the days of cables)
the day we discovered sherly temple.....OMG, no one really minded the number of times we watched bright eyes and everything with the cute little curly hair angel in it. i would cry, more like wail and wonder 'why did her parents die' or some sorry question, and then i would laugh with tears in my eyes at her singing and wit, much bigger than a girl of her age. she was my joy pill
i've been over myself looking for sherly temple dvds, i would do anything and then some to get them, so hook a sister up:).

these past year, i've been going back to the oldies for some substance in what i listen to and watch, have you noticed how tv shows these days are so messed up? i can barely stand gossip girl or myself for daring to love chuck bass:) but gosh, its irritating to hear crazy grown women in Lagos uuuh and ahhh over it, and laughingly say 'that's our life they're living' and actually try to figure out who's Serena, whos chuck, or who's Nate....and the teenagers want to act that way cos well, well gossip girl is about teenagers, the oc too, one tree hill....all tales of sex that see sex as normal with teenagers, thus the people in the real world want to live that way. don't get me wrong, they're quite interesting shows but for now I'm holding tight to family ties, Cosby show, little house on the prairie, Casablanca, grease, wizard of oz.....
and I'm addicted to old time radio comedy shows, hilarious, i go back to the 40's and lifes good. i've got hundreds of them on my ipod, i look forward to shows like 'my friend Irma, the Aldrich family, Archie, father knows best and the talk shows..
my favorite playlist on my ipods all frank Sinatra, muddy waters, ray Charles, Nina Simone, nat 'king' Cole, Sam Cooke, Gladys knight and the pips.....
of course i'm not completely off the newbies, but for now i'm in rehab to get myself together after the whole shocker of the modern day entertainment

these are some clips from bright eyes, one of my favorite scenes. enjoy




Friday, December 12, 2008

Brother o' brother, i love thee to death.

There's no other love like the love for a brother. There's no other love like the love from a brother. ~ Astrid Alauda

right now, at this moment, i love my brother more than i have ever felt love for a person. i love him so so much my heart breaks in pieces at the thought of harm coming his way.
my brother, i've always looked up to him in awe, though three years separate us, and although i was his growing pain, following him where ever he went, the little sister who just wouldn't chill out, i've always seen myself as his big little sister, i've always felt the need to take care of him and protect him as much as i can,i've fallen physically sick with worry on certain nights when i stayed awake waiting for him to come home, or moments i knew he was going through bad times and i could do nothing to help.

hes the only son, and thus enjoys this lavish attention from everyone, but is he spoilt by it? no, hes such a grounded young man who i adore, my prince charming, the only man i have ever wholesomely loved with no reservation despite the fact that he belongs to the lesser sex:)
it don't matter that he beat me in monopoly games and taunted me with his victory till i screamed in my head, or that he made me cry sometimes and told me scary stories...oh, how i always wanted to strangle him those moments he made me jolt from sleep in my young innocence with some false panic alarm by screaming FIRE FIRE FIRE, but i easily forgave him, because the sound of his laughter in mock of my fear was strangely soothing and loving even through my tears....or the times he threatened to tell on me for being naughty and doing things i was asked not to, but he never told on me, just loved to torture me with the threats. he was just a boy, better than i would have been if i was in his position.
He in turn has always fought for me, protected me from the over-protectiveness of my sisters, like some night i wanted to go hang out with my friends...bla bla bla. He had my back, he has my back and will always have it.

i looked forward to a happy holiday with him home, thats not happening, hes staying back in the uk.
its past my bed time and it'll be hell waking up at 5.30am to prep for work tomorrow, but i couldn't resist drooling all over his pictures, and here i am crying and wishing he would come home for Christmas.

i love you dear brother of mine and i'm extremely proud of you boo, the best years of your life is racing towards you, brace yourself.
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