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

Sunday, December 26, 2010


I looked round and saw hundreds of guest. it was my special day and everyone in town looked forward to celebrating it. Well, except a few haters who stayed away.
You never missed it, my birthday, the talk of town, the IT event of the year.

It felt wonderful seeing them go all out to celebrate me. I saw expensive new dresses, sparkly shoes, glamorous hair dos and dazzling smiles. No one could keep gloomy for long on my special day.

The music....the best musicians from everywhere composed special songs and performed just for me.
the food....how do the say it in Italian? delizioso
People threw away those funny diets, a day calories welcome with open arms.
there was dancing, the goofy to the wonderful moves.
Love was in the air. For the good cheer in the room was enough to break any ice between people.

It made me glad i was born, if only for a day like this. I was born for a purpose, i was born out of love, and my birth brings people of all class together.
But then in the midst of it all, the merry making and the laughter, my heart broke.
As much as everyone was joyful and celebrating my day, very few people even acknowledged me the celebrant.
everyone was out for my special day
but no one really cared about me, the celebrant
just few said 'happy birthday Jesus, thank you for becoming flesh for our sake. Your gift of love to us"

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

A little bit of talk.

Its Christmas again...and it came real fast. Some child somewhere must have been really good, Santa just had to speed up the days to give her a gift :)
One of my favorite Christmas songs is probably 'Mary did you know" the Clay Aiken version.

"Mary, did you know
that your Baby Boy will give sight to a blind man?
Mary, did you know
that your Baby Boy will calm the storm with His hand?
Did you know
that your Baby Boy has walked where angels trod?
When you kiss your little Baby you kissed the face of God?"

As for the carols, i'm sure i love them all.
I've got a brand new baby niece, well she's sort of old stock now, she's twelve days old today :) the cutest baby ever. The best early Christmas present ever.
I love my family.

Shopping gets tiring some times. I'm too lazy to be the sort of shopaholic i claim to be. Thoughts of me shoving my way through the west end yesterday gives me shivers. Picking out Christmas presents is such a pain too. But then its all worth it in the end.
Looking forward to the hummingbird cake we're having for Christmas.
I want meat pie... who knows i might be on the meatpie queue at Jesus house on sunday.
Looking forward to the standard naija Christmas meal, all sorts of rice, meat, and salads...I'll miss having fried goat meat though.

Have a merry Christmas everyone. Don't forget the reason for the season. God bless you all.

Have yourself a merry little Christmas,
Let your heart be light
From now on,
our troubles will be out of sight

Have yourself a merry little Christmas,
Make the Yule-tide gay,
From now on,
our troubles will be miles away.

Here we are as in olden days,
Happy golden days of yore.
Faithful friends who are dear to us
Gather near to us once more.

Through the years
We all will be together,
If the Fates allow
Hang a shining star upon the highest bough.
And have yourself A merry little Christmas no

Monday, December 6, 2010

Haterz...It's not that serious o.

No Haters
I got an interesting mail today...I wasn't going to dwell on it but its been flashing in my head all evening.
An old school mate sent a mail to me apologizing for 9years ago. Apparently she wrote mean words in my slum book/year book. She hated me.
Its funny because, as hard as I've tried to recall, I can't remember her writing stuff and I can't remember holding any grudge against her.
I mean after secondary school, I noticed she wasn't so friendly with me. I just assumed it was a part of who she was and thought nothing of it, It all makes sense now.... Apparently she feels I've held it in me all these years and I've probably hated her.

Life's not that serious.
Maybe I was hurt when I read what she wrote...maybe I cried or maybe I didn't care. Who knows? I certainly don't remember.
(I respect her a lot for what she did, and this post is in no way a diss at her, she's a lovely lovely lady)

This got me thinking, how many people have we wasted our precious moments and priceless emotions hating? We spend so much in us sending the negative vibes their way and surprise surprise... They go on living life, not noticing, not knowing, not caring, and you're all by yourself getting a heartburn from hating.

I'm a lovable person if I may say so myself:)(i mean if i can love me, who are you not to love me too ). But I understand that in life not everyone would come close to liking you. Even Jesus with all his sweetness had and still has haters. I've had people I've never met or heard of say hateful things about me. I sat next to some girl as I made my hair some years ago, I didn't know who she was till my friend mentioned her name and I realized she was some chic who told someone how much she hated me.
I'm not worried that I'm being hated on. I'm just amazed at how clueless I am to the hating around me. Makes me wonder at the number of people I laugh with daily who respond with that subtle evil growl of hate under their breath.*shrug shoulder* their hate can't do me nothing.

Life's not that serious, the same way I no longer pay attention to what people say or don't say about me, is the same way I guess people I might have hated on once are oblivious to me. So I have no choice than to stop hating.
Beyonce.... I no longer hate on. My dislike or jealousy whichever it be of her success wouldn't give her a headache, I'll be the one looking for Tylenol to take after getting a hateache.
Like I said, it isn't that serious, this thing called life. Don't spend time on something as 'serious' as hating.
Be a lover not a fighter.
Sent from my BlackBerry wireless device from MTN

Thursday, December 2, 2010

Sexy et Fabuleux

Lingerie shopping in Nigeria can be such a drag, you finally find a good lingerie store and the price tag sends you reeling, you don't want to guess how much primark undies go for. smh. Then of course, they don't give you the best services, fittings and consulting is such a drag, you get blank, clueless stares from the sales girls. No wonder we see loads of women walk the streets with their clothes not well balanced, just because they don't get it right on the inside.

That's where sexy et fabuleux comes in. Our very own Fumns is a crusader for the exploration and redemption of the femininity of the female folk(that sounds so intelligent...but meaningless :) ) and she came up with this fabulous idea to help the ladies get their groove back on. Look extra fab on the inside and you look extra extra fab on the outside. Lingerie shopping just got interesting for Lagosians:), you'll get all you need to make you feel good at the right price and there will be fitting sessions to ensure you get the right size too. Individual lingerie audits and style consultations, bridal lingerie and plus size E-K cups will be available for you too. No more sagging, no more slouchy shoulders, no more ill fitting clothes...and in the words of the dstv ad " no more wahala".

This is the second edition of sexy et fabuleux, the first was a huge success, its a quarterly sales event. The next edition will be on sunday the 12th of December 2010 at the GET arena Victoria island, Lagos. Various brands will be on sale from Victoria's secrets to ehh other brands:) So basically its an 'everybody affair' from the high brands to the affordable.

***I promise you, this isn't a paid ad, although i hope fumns would see this and love me for it and probably repay me with lunch or something #justsaying

check out www.sexyfabuleux.com for more info.
happy shopping.. Make sure you show up...who knows the girl of your dreams might be there and you'll get to say " we met at sexy et fabuleux"  sounds like an exotic love story.
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