IDUPE IV

I’m thankful for relaxation, complication, hibernation and irritation,
seclusion, confusion, and all my impurities and insecurities,
because I know its God just perfecting me,
that’s why each day I take life as it comes.

...Gratitude - India.Arie (Voyage to India)

R18...her view

This is kinda my version of the post R18 by Nameless on his blog reconstruction...


I watch him. he sits at the table, headphones in his ears, hoodie over his head...focused on the books...he looks so fierce...and cute...and HOT!!! I watch him, a mischievious smile tugging at the corners of my lips.
I come up behind him and sit on the chair behind him. slipping my hands under his shirts, I slide my hand up to his chest and lightly caress his breasts... I feel his abs bunch up as I run my hands up and down...down...and lower still...into his unbuckled pants... I feel him tense against me. I smile. he sighs.
he slightly tilts his head to the side and kisses my cheek gently...i close my eyes...he places his hands on my bare thighs…I feel a warm tug at my centre…I gently kiss the nape of his neck, placing feather-light kisses up the line of his jaw…his day-old beard rubs lightly against my skin…I stick my tongue in his ear...a slight moan escapes his lips… he loves it when I do that… his eyes close… I stop…I stand up from behind him, and walk away towards the bed…I turn around and stare into his eyes, I see a half-smile tilt the side of his lips and he begins to nibble on the corner…I lie on the bed…my bare legs draped in front of me...hinting seduction.
he takes off his headphones, and disconnects them from the laptop…he bends over the laptop…I wait…the volume comes up to a whisper: “boy tell me what you want, and I’ll give you what you like…yes my body’s yours tonight…” my head falls back, I close my eyes and inhale…my song...wetness pools between my thighs…I cross my legs…he dims the reading light, walks towards the door, his eyes fixed on mine, I can feel his longing, he locks the door and comes to me on the bed.
I move slightly into him and with his hoodie, pull him towards me. I feel his warm breath on my face. he leans into me and cups my face with one hand and kisses me… my eyes flutter shut… I feel the kiss in every nerve in my body… it takes the edge off my longing, just enough for me to enjoy the moment.
he trails his lips off mine, moving slowly, dropping light kisses from my lips, my cheeks, my forehead, down to my neck…he takes in my scent…and kisses and sucks on my neck…ooooh, it feels so good, I giggle lightly… thinking, I’m too dark for a hickey.
I feel his hands on my full breasts, squeezing them gently through my black negligee. he caresses them like he’s rubbing a bottle for a genie…with intent… the palm of his hand lightly grazing my nipples, moving over them…in concentric circles…I imagine they must be hard as diamonds.
I think I see him glance up at me… I’m too caught up feeling to be sure. he kisses me down from my chin, to my throat, to my chest, between my breasts… he lowers the top of my negligee and i immediately feel the cool of the air conditioning on my breasts…he takes one nipple into his mouth, his hand on the other kneading and twirling the nipple between his fingers…I gasp and arch my back high, high off the bed…I can’t get enough. he moves his lips and I feel the cool air from the air conditioning highlight the part of my breast wet from his ministrations… I arch even higher…he switches breasts… his tongue circles the nipple, his lips all over the breast, studying my areola like he did his books a while ago…I moooaaaaannnn…
I become restless…my thighs quake slightly. I run my hands over his head, across his shoulders and onto his back. I pull up his shirts over his head, run my hands over his bare chest, and drag his face up to mine. Fuck me, I slowly mouth…he smiles…a sexy grin that only serves to remind me of where I want him to be…and shakes his head…I’ve only just begun… I groan… fuckstrated… I lift my hips up and grind against his hardness, licking my lips in invitation…
he pushes me down with his body and moves lower. I feel his lips on the underside of my breasts… my stomach… feel his tongue dip into my belly button… lower…with his mouth, he drags up the bottom of the negligee… with my thighs widespread already, I feel the cool air on my wetness… I gasp… he looks up at me and smiles… I moan, oooooooooh baby and close my eyes… as his mouth closes over my clit…

IDUPE III

Thanking him (again!) for life. I have it (period)! He is was a friend of a good friend and they both, with a couple of other guys were in my house exactly a week ago from now that I’m writing this, playing PS3 and PSP with GameBoy (my not so lil’ brother). Fifteen minutes ago, I got a call.
“...And by the way, do you know Henry”?
“Yeah”, I reply.
“He’s dead”.

At first I laugh - because that’s what you do, right. I mean it seems like the shit you get from punk’d or something. The pregnant pause sobers me up in lightening speed.
“Are you for real! What happened”?

Apparently, he went drinking with some other guys from the ‘hood’ (no gangsta intended, just slang for where we live) - Friday or Saturday hanging with the boys, and he got stabbed, by one of his guys....

I have LIFE!!! For this, I’m thankful...

IDUPE II

I’m thankful to God for life – for many more deserving have left us, and many of us that have life do not know our purpose – we wander, sometimes further away from you and our purpose than you’d want, yet you continually bless us, holding out your hand, patiently waiting for us to hold on.

I’m thankful for the AHA moments, the finger-snap moments when the mundane startle me, and the quiet little voice tells me to be quiet, to wait, to listen or to stop fighting.

IDUPE I

I’m thankful (in advance) for these thirty posts of grateful, believing that this experience would increase my appreciation for God, family, friends, everything I am and everything I have.

I’m BAAACCCKKK...Kicking Out the Lazy

Yesterday was the annual harvest thanksgiving in my Church, and for the few days before that, I had been quite grumpy. On Sunday morning, I decided to force some grateful into my Spirit and I thought back to November 2006 and realised that I’ve come quite a way. It is amazing how many things – great and small – that can happen in a year. One thing I have realised is that the mundane become startling when you look around and see what’s happened to others around.

I have been doing quite a bit of blog reading, and got hooked on Bimbylads book series. Recently she was tagged on the “30 Days of Thankful” series (-if I may call it that) and I had given some thought to it and had an idea for something similar, but this sista is so lazy – enu ni mo fi n post (I use my mouth to post), I keep on promising myself “b..flies..stars, today, we will post this or that” and then it’s tomorrow and I’m saying the same goddamn thing – that I couldn’t hold the thought of doing it myself for more than a second. But I’ve decided now, that this would be the perfect way to kick out the lazy from my sorry ass spirit!!! Decided to put my spin on it - 30 Thankful Posts (starting now and hopefully I wouldn’t take too long to complete) thanking God for me and all mine especially in the past year and everyone that without them, the past year would have been missing something...

Calling it The IDUPEs...

Still Here

I'm still here.
though education is trying to "run me down"
and my visits to blogsville become less frequent
and i can't hold a thought long enough to write it
I'm still here...

A Hard Life

Wow! I've spent the last few days thinking of how artful I can make this post but the writer in me realised that the artful-ness of this would be in this simplicity.

A couple of days ago, I was driving down Ikorodu road to school and there was mad traffic (as usual) and I saw a guy - he must have been twenty-something or so - one of the street-hawkers and he was bawling (u must understand me, not sniffling. not crying, BAWLING) and I looked and saw that this guy was hawking a bag of 'pure water' and it had fallen (or something) and all the sachets in it had burst......my heart stopped.

*Interlude*
Now, those that have been away from Naija for too long might not get the point of the post so i'd explain, a bag of pure water contains about 20 sachets each costing N5 - that's N100 per bag and the profit would not be more than N10.
*Interlude ends*

Is this the real state of our country, I had to ask myself - the privileged ones rolling in their cars with oye-pumping while the rest hustle for N10 on top of a bag of pure water?

I'm Thankful to God for what I have, where I am, ... because it's all based on what womb I was placed...
(*sigh*)

Dear Boy 1

Then: March 2004, Young and Fresh… and Cute(I think?)

Dear Boy,

I don’t know who you are, where you are or what you do but what I believe is that all what we have been doing, are doing now and will do until we meet is to prepare for the predestined time when our paths cross and our fates intertwine.

I’d like you first and foremost to be able to like me for me and not attempt to mould me into whatever stereotype that you think your girlfriend should be. I assure you that I am a very unique person and that is the part of me that makes me stand out.

I’d like you to be able to take the time to appreciate that I have some principles (some of which my friend’s call issues) and since they are the things that make me who I am, I do not expect you to try to make me give them up.

I want you to be able to understand that there are some things that I have gone through or have seen others go through that have kinda like changed my views on a lot of situations. A lot of times, I try to act really tough but I guess those are the times that I’m trying really hard to fight the things I’m feeling. At those times I’d like you to be there for me turning up the “heat” of your love so that the ice can melt.

About the word love, I am not sure if I have found what exactly the word means for me so if you notice, that is why I do not use or say it very often but for me to be your girlfriend, you must be rest assured that I really like and care about you.

I’ll need you to be there for me when I am happy, funny, gloomy, sad, and angry – in whatever possible mood I might be because though I might not tell you, it really makes a difference when you are there.

I know that being a guy, you are into all the macho stuff but I want to remind you that I am always there for you and will forever be there to listen to whatever you want to say. I’d like you always be yourself around me and to share your problems with me so that our friendship (not relationship) can grow stronger.

When we break up or fall “out of love” as others put it, I’ll still want us to be friends knowing that we’ve brought so many things into the lives of each other that cannot be lost or that easily forgotten,

Until then, just keep on being you.

Yours truly,

Me.

LAZY!!!

I am so lazy.
Too lazy to think, to write, or to post...
Sometimes, even too lazy to comment...
At least, this post is a start...
Hopefully, i'd be lazy no more.

Dear Boy 1 & 2 coming soon...
Somebody hold me to it...least I give in to lazy or just chicken out!

HATE

I HATE YOU. Oh, how I do.
I do my best never to hate because it’s not worth it,
But for you I’ve made an exception.
Do you not know that I’m talking to you?
Looking over your shoulder like there’s a third person in the room
“Me?” you ask
Hell yes!
You with the perfect smile, the perfect hair, the perfect body
You who sits upright at all times, always crosses her legs, never slouches
You who never forgets or procrastinates
You whose space is always tidy, who returns everything to their appropriate places
You the straight-A student, always doing the right things at the right times
You with the perfect wants, hopes and dreams
You always home in time, never ever late to anything
You with perfect dress sense, perfect make-up, always the lady
Oh yes, always the perfect lady, that’s you…
…with all your lady friends…yes, they’re perfect too
You with the perfect perfect
You who they always compare me to
You make me feel small
And for that I HATE YOU.

Ordinary Day

Today…an ordinary day…but I thank God for the so called normal and ordinary days because somewhere out there, someone has had a not-so-normal say, or even a bad day – have lost loved ones, been given disheartening diagnoses, lost loved ones; or other disasters of varying intensities…

Today…an ordinary day…for that I’m grateful…

HAPPY (belated) BIRTHDAY!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY to me!!!
Well, two days ago that is…(06-06-07)

UNBELIEVEABLE!!!

Unbelieveable is how I feel when I wake up in the morning
It is the energy around me when I wake to the Sun
Unbelievable is my God
Look out your window…
Unbelieveable is the strength I see in those around me
It is the will to begin again and again and again…
Unbelieveable is the love of my friends
It tells me that “I don’t have to go it alone”
Unbelieveable is my heart
It has loved, lost, healed and will love again
Unbelieveable is my mind
It is limitless, boundless, fearless
Unbelieveable is my body
It is strong, getting stronger and can do anything
Unbelievable is my future
What I can do, where I will go, who I will be…
Unbelievable is me…

BE...

The time has come to just ‘be’ – no more waiting for the perfect moment to be the perfect me.
The time is now – no more thinking my ‘aha’ moment; now is the time to have it.
No more spending today dreaming my perfect tomorrow without yesterday’s mistakes,
I will live today in all its fullness.
I will just be…me,
Not perfect…just me…

UNBELIEVEABLE!!!

Remember the days...

A friend sent me this mail and i thought it was hilarious so decided to share. Still has some kinks but...

All them days of Baba Fryo; Ten-Ten; Form a big cycle like your mother's cooking pot; catcher; Them go they pose-them go they denge denge; Leggings; Aunty gimme cake, Alice bands; butterfly, shine shine; Water parks; Flex; Mr Biggs meat pie, Cho Cho Cho ChocoMilo; Supreme ice cream, Nasco cornflakes, Maggi-2-minutes noodles, Shey na Beans abi na Yam, abi na moin moin, abi poraro, abi water in a sachet; Pure water; Ice water; Love oh love, my love my all....etcetera

COMMERCIALS:
cho cho choco milo,
ajinomoto for super cooking,
na eim i soak ma clot inside new OMO,....i comot am, my cloth come dey smell new new saint saint na eim i just dey hear...omo super blue omo - washes even brigter and it shows!!!!!!

child>>>"mummy daddy is shaking!!!!"
mom>>>”Dundee ur daddy is not yet back...”
child>>>”mummy daddy is shakin...”moms runs down.......
mom>>>"darlin wots da matter"
dad>>>[in pain]"headache-pain'...feverish condition
mom>>> “use medik five five”Shaky shaky daddy,..!!!

GAMES: As i was going to the market goin to the shop...He bought me icecream he bought me cake mama mama i feel so sick call the doctor quick quick doctor doctor will i die count up TO 10 and you will feel alright (cant think of the beginning)

SAYINGS / (SONGS/NURSERY RHYME) / NAIJA YANZ
den go de pose den go dey denge denge...

den den den..I WILL TELL MUMMY FOR U!!

SHUT UP UR MOUTH DAT U DID NOT BRUSH SINCE D DAY U WERE BORN.

ME ME ME ME ME MUMMY WILL NOT CARRY YOU!!SHAME!

HULK HOGAN SHOW ME UR POWER-GEN
ANODA ONE-GEN
A BIGGER ONE GEN GEN GEN GEN GEN GEN GEN
AND A SPECIAL ONE GENN

chasis, weevo,

Good morning ma and God bless you ma

u loved chocomilo

2 tayns 2 4 , 2 tayns tiri sis

if u ever sang this songs....
H-I-P for the HIP for the HIPPOPO
P-O-P-O for the HIPPOPO
And T-A-M-U-S for the HIPPOPOTAMUS

i remEMber when i was a soldier
we are hesh hay pi pi y..HAPPY

e ki bo rocky, orobo kibo

all those are born in january stand up, stand up, all those are born in February stand up, stand up...ariya, riya roses God bless u.

On my way, on my way to sailor's house, on my way on my way to sailor, sailor, visiting, sailor, sailor visiting, un, deux, trois..

There were two little black birds sitting on the wall, one named Peter, one named Paul, fly away Peter, fly away paul now come back Peter, come back Paul.

tinko tinko tinkoko tinko.

konko konko who is there?
mister who!
what do u want?
i want some colors
which colors....color RED

bla bla bla sheep have you any wool yea yea sir three bags full..

who stole d meat from the cooking pot?
number1 stole d meat from d cooking pot..
who me? yes who? it couldn't be, then who?

ONE TWO...BUCKLE MY SHOE
THREE FOUR...KNOCK AT THE DOOR
FIVE SIX...PICK UP STICKS
SEVEN EIGHT...LAY THEM STRAIGHT
NINE TEN...A BIG FAT HEN

ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE...ONCE I CAUGHT A FISH ALIVE
SIX, SEVEN, EIGHT, NINE, TEN...THEN I LET IT GO AGAIN
WHY DID YOU LET IT GO...BECAUSE IT BIT MY FINGER SO
WHICH FINGER DID IT BITE...THIS LITTLE FINGER ON MY RIGHT

After round one
original panadol extra

my name is tina, i come from argentina, i drink maltina, which makes me thinner.

Humpty dumpty sat on the wall, humpty dumpty had a great fall and all the king's horses and all the king's men couldn't put humpty dumpty together again.

one ge carry water she no kno,

mr. macaroni riding on a bicycle

IF U SANG:
dis girl u tink sey u fyn i get another girl we fyn pass u..eh ..eh(2x)
like my mother... she fyn pass u...berekete
my sister.. she fyn pass u.......... berekete

solomon grundy born on monday ......

Polly put tha kettle on Polly put the Kettle on and lets of have tea...

We want to pray!
We want to pray!
Close Ur eyes!(2ce)
Put Ur hands together!(2ce)
Say Ur prayer!(2ce)

SOME HAVE FOOD,BUT CANNOT EAT
SOME CAN EAT, BUT HAVE NO FOOD
WE HAVE FOOD AND WE CAN EAT
GLORY BE TO YOU OH LORD! AMEN!

The day is bright, it's bright and fair, oh happy day...

Are you in the Lord's army? yes sir!
Are you in the Lord's army? yes sir!
I will never steal from my mother's pot,
Tell lies to daddy, beat up my younger ones,
I will never fight in the neighbourhood
Cuz i am in the Lord's army
Yes sir!

Holiday is coming (2x)

"JUMBU MY SON, I SENT U TO SCHOOL
U DNT KNOW HOW TO SPELL UR NAME,..
U DNT KNOW HOW TO SPELL UR NAME"

........when you screamed UP NEPA!!!!

u say "give me dis thing NOW" not exactly saying dat u want it that very moment but just to stress ur need for it......

u said let us play on the jangolova when u actually mean lets play on the swings or merry-go-round.

BREAKING TIME

FATHER CHRISTMAS

u said "NO OO!!!

Ojuju Calabar

Madam koinkoin....

if u see my mama-hosanna

dress/shift for her so she can sit down.

OYA,u guys should lap each other

when GSM was still SHACKIN u

when u believed in the 3 ORANGE MEN

banga, knockout

if u ever wore those socks with holes everywhere and u rolled them down, so it looked lyk a donut around your ankle

u always wanted to be on maltina moments during xmas time so u can be like "I want to make a request to my fada and my moda....alhaji and alhaji mukailah, my aunty iya ramota, my broda and my sista, rasaki and rukayat, I want to wish them a merry Christmas and a happy new year"

FOOD/LICKY LICKY:
Indomie
zobo and kunu,korokoro, supreme ice-cream, gala sausage roll
fanta chapman, fanta lemon, mirinda

if u drank Just Juice, Jucee, Tandi Guranda,

agege bread and PURE WATER

Trebor, Malta, Eclairsprawn crackers

solo coke, orobo coke, designer rice...robot chewing gum, and sprint, kuli kuli, guguru and epa

TV CHANNELS/PROGRAMMES:
nta2-channel 5,ela ojukan,
DBN,AIT,SILVERBIRD,CHANNELS,MIT V

Fuji house of commotion
Papa Ajasco and company....Wale Adenuga production. Miss Pepeye, boy Alinco and co
Super-story: Toyin tomato..etc
tales by moonlight
SPEAK OWWWUTTTT
Kiddy Vision 101(its is time for kiddy vision 101 it is children television 101)
CADBURY BREAKFAST TELEVISION..

All them tele novellas – The rich also cry; No one but you; Rosa; The lady of the rose; The secret of the sands…Passions

ENTERTAINERS:
Baba fryo
daddy showkey
BlackkyDanny Wilson
Shina peters
Onyeka Owenu
Chi-Chi of Africa

PLACES/HANG OUT SPOTS:
WATER PARKS AND AMUSEMENT PARKS
IKOYI CLUB
MR BIGGS
TANTALIZERS
FANTASYLAND
POLO CLUB
bend-down select Market
TEJUOSHO

MEMORIES/TEXTS:
"Ali and Simbi"
"Eze goes to school"
"Ifeanyi and Obi"
any story with tortoise and lion
my book of bible stories

TEXTBOOKS/EXERCISE BOOKS:
QUEEN PREMIER
UNDERSTANDING MATHEMATICS
MACMILLIAN ENGLISH
UGO C. UGO
C.N. OKPARA
NEW GENERAL MATHEMATICS
ABABIO
HIGHER EDUCATION
OXFORD NOTEBOOK
STANDARD NOTEBOOK
2A-ENGLISH
2B-MATH
WRITING BOOK IN RED AND BLUE


Peace!

House-helps or house-hazards?

Isn’t it just ludicrous how we let some semi-retarded (and those are the good ones) people into our lives and our homes, believing in our minds that they are there to make life somewhat easier, and then subject ourselves to the daily punishment of having to berate them over the same thing each and everyday and end up doing the work ourselves.

We then come up with pathetic excuses that sooth only our ears – things like “how much of the house can I sweep when I have to get to work by 8am” or “at least, I don’t have to wash the pots after I cook”. Come on!!! Are you kidding me, the house still isn’t cleaned the way we want it, the pots still have to be washed at their next use since some lazy ass uneducated beesh can’t soak it long enough or scrub hard enough, and then to top it all off, when you start to complain, she has this obstinate look like “what’s got your panties all up in a bunch” and you just want to slap that smug look off her face.

I don’t even see the need to regale you with stories and do my own crazy pass your own, but in recent years, we have been through more than enough (but trust me, we aren’t that difficult a lot) and it seems like there is some crazy competition going on, each one trying to out-crazy the last.

But on the real, it just sometimes seems to me that thee people are so quick to forget where they are coming from – I mean, they come from some scrawny village where they don’t have shit, and then they come to your place and after one or two weeks, they start to behave like they own the house – they hug the t.v. and do as if they’ve been watching Africa Magic since since; to call them to do something is wahala – you some raggedy uptight sometin tryna stress them; or how they all seem to chop up after like just a month; and wanna be taking two pieces of meat with every meal or how when cooking for one, they cook enough for four, so that they can be nice enough to prevent wastage… And don’t let me get started on the ones that think their hot and start spending longer time out grinding pepper and then in like six months, there are off cuz them get belle…

It’s just as I said, ludicrous.

...and me ranting on an especially annoying day.

Peace

CHAMPIONS

We are the Champions!!!
Ok i know that even though my silly boys couldn't just stun and end the season with a bang, we are still the champions mehn!!!

Can't wait till next weekend for the FA Cup finals - have my fingers crossed till then.

true red devil

Chelsea vs. United

Mehn, the Wednesday Chelsea – United clash was so messed up!
Talk about bland football. Can’t disagree though that there were some good young talent on display and all that long tins but puh-leez! The only exciting parts were the laughs we got watching Cuszack(can’t spell it mehn!) and those four buffoons (O ye ka lu won legba) Fergie put in the back play toss with the ball just outside the net (but I assure you, it wouldn’t have been funny if one had entered).
But still, we are the Champions!!!
I mean, did those blue beeshes think that they’d have it three in a row? Oh hell no!
Abi won ro pe awa iyoku wa n mu garri ni?

Watch Sunday to see the champions get the trophy back at Old Trafford!
True Red Devil…

My First Post!

Just getting into blogsville - been putting it off forever.
Inspired by bellanaija and babaalaye - i'm so ADDICTED!!!
Plan to post my thots, observations and whatever else comes to my mind.
Love...