Weirdo

Fun, party and flirting is my virus. It’s eaten deep into my soul that it comes naturally to me. I love to party everyone around me knows that and with me, you’ll love to party too. I love to dance, to me, dancing with someone I really like and flirting with him on the dance floor is much more fun than sex.

Don’t get me wrong tough, that I smooched you on the dance floor don’t mean ama end up in bed with you…NOP! That’s where it ends, on the dance floor. That’s why am queer; I flirt with no further intention. For the flirt of it, you’ll think oh she is gonna do me tonight and am def gonna do you wrong lol.

Like a virus too, am dangerous. If you get carried away with me there is a great possibility you’ll get burnt. I’m infectious- highly. I also have a bad habit of switching feelings as quick as a snap of the fingers. Making you wonder if I was pretending or you were dreaming.

Even in relationships, when am out of it, the guys get surprised about how my feelings for them dropped cos when inside I give them my all; beats me too.  #thinking.

All in all, I’m my own virus. People tell me to slow down and I wonder to where? I,m not even doing half of the things I internally want to so what’s fast about me?

Guess I was just born different; no wonder they all call me weird!

Diet

For years, have always wanted that slim flat tummy shape that I didn’t even noticed when I had it until I had my baby and I so wanted to go back to shape and prove to people that my having a baby didn’t mean I can’t be sexy again.

I also wanted them to know I didn’t lost my youth nor freedom. Yes, I got the shape back, yes I did all my teenage mates did but I wasn’t satisfied.   Till date, I feel am so fat but people compliment my shape and tell me don’t lose weight just flatten your tummy some more and firm your arms.

Maybe am a bit anorexic cause I still see myself as very fat and I try to fight this. Maybe I lost the confidence when I let the words of people take over me but now as confident as have come to be, being slim and dieting has become an obsession that I diet even in my mind lol.

It’s an enemy I have to kill and kill fast. Have caught out on so much food and snacks I like all in the name of diet and eating right yet I still see the fatso. It’s annoying and irritating cos I know am not fat am just big at the top with some gigantic lovely boobs that I’ll take nothing to give up #grinningsheepishly.

Between last month and this, have lost some weight (gained it during the holiday)I feel my pants sag, my tops abit free and my tires gone. Yet even as I sit and type, am thinking aerobics, dumbbells and how I shouldn’t have eating the little I just ate at all. Believe it, this diet trash has made me hate the feeling of being full after a meal, it has made meals not so tasty to my tongue.

I need to kill this demon called “AM FAT”

The Quest!

The elections are coming. I look forward to it like a mother to her new baby only my enthusiasm will end with me feeling left out when people go out to vote (pls dnt ask why). This election to me is a rebirth. There is hope in the air, hope that change is coming near. I feel it in my bones, in the steps of my dancing feet and I soooo want to be a part of this revolution. I spit the venom of change like a poisonous snake defending itself.

Nigeria is such a beautiful and free country so why do we spoil it with corruption like if we hate it? Why do we kill her and watch as she suffocates? We all have a hand in her slow death so we all have to help resurrect her. I say pray and act with the mind of a beast about to be evicted from his home and left in the wild to suffer and die.

Act with the knowledge that the benefit might not be yours but definitely be for that of your children. Act with the mind that she is your mother and she is weak and needs your help. Watch how our voices make demands and get the demands met.

No wars, just like the mafia just talk it through. We are the people; we make up Nigeria not the government. So let our voices speak volume and bring about the change we so desire.

Let the youths wake up and start asking “why”. Why is there no electricity or fuel and GEJ claim he has worked on the refineries. Why is PDP claiming they appreciate or support women folks yet we know no PDP lady contesting as deputy or even vice president and this we ask AC too.

Why must we leave school and search years and years for jobs to end up doing work we don’t have a passion for? If we are really the giant of Africa then why can’t we boast of good things like our fellow African countries boast of?

Am scared of the cheats, the lies, and the corruption; is the world really coming to an end? (I dnt bliv sha). So many questions with answers I fear to receive but I believe we can MAKE A CHANGE.

Don’t give up my fellow brothers and sisters; let’s keep trying to make our nation great!

Life in 9ja

Tatata…tatata…the sound of a woodpecker hammering away on a tree by my window; wakes me up every morning followed by the sound of different birds singing, tweeting away-I love the sound, in fact grew up with it and listened for it every morning.

Stepping out of my place is another mystery into the Naija spirit. Knowing you belong to this edifice is a good but sometimes disturbing feeling.  As I walk down the street to the bus-stop I greet everyone I know; people from different tribes, different colors and different looks, not just the face but looks. I smile with the knowledge of the race. A race racing to greatness. Now a frown on my face; one of the ‘disturbing’ feelings- a pot at a T-junction on my way. Our traditions can be disgusting at times but then no matter how Christianity  or Islamic tries, our tradition still lurks somewhere in our spirit. So disgustingly evil and it strikes me, evil is everywhere, every country -remember the movie “devil’s advocate” with AL Pacino and Keanu Reeves? Yeah, that can’t just be a movie; it happens over there too.

Now in the bus on my way to work, since my car parked-up, I’ve been jumping bus and I’m not liking it at all. Now am stuck in traffic; the famous Lagos traffic. Hmm! I wonder when Lagos will stop having traffic jams? I have been to other state of the federation from Oyo to Ogun, Edo to Delta, Benue to Abuja not to mention a few and I get traffic only in Lagos. Probably one of the reasons I love the town. Yes, I love the hustle- it gives you a drive to succeed.

I smile as I step into the office; the warmth of a nation. Chats, Laughter and a few frowns. Love it all the same. Can any other African country emit this spirit? The spirit to succeed beyond imagination despite all odds; the spirit to strive to be one of the world’s power countries, the lion of Africa; the spirit to be one despite the cultural diversity and multi-ethnic groups; this spirit is Nigeria!

I love Naija even though living in it sometimes can be a hassle.

My day at the office ends and I start my journey back home. Yes, a journey it is as the hustle screeches to an end. I wonder how some people manage to work so far from where they live cause despite mine is short, I still see it as a journey then imagine those who live in Ibadan or Shagamu and work in Lagos. They come every morning and leave every evening. Hmmm! Dem dey try cos me I no fit! As I said, the hustle though strong in Lagos, is everywhere in Naija. “Man must hammer” (laughs). I retire to my bed, say a lil prayer for me and my country as the crickets puts me to temporary rest; always noise around (chuckles).

The Dream!

In everything I give thanks. Thanks to family, loved ones, my creator and fellow well wishers yet I can’t help but think, that if I had no dream I’ll have nothing to be grateful for. For my dreams propel me to be more and these people with the blessings from above helped me to make them come true.

We have dreams and we have DREAMS! The ones that wakes us up at night thinking and we can’t go back to sleep due to excitement, the ones that makes us knock our head against a poll during the day while taking a stroll. The ones that make our food turn cold from neglect and our bitter drinks sweet on our tongue from lack of concentration.

These dreams are what make us, propel us to be better people; to have the comfort, the joy, the riches. These dreams keep us going, toiling, pushing; for more, for love for WANT! Funny thing is that the dream never ends. It keeps birthing and birthing and fulfilling more energy, more zeal!

I know what my dreams are, I build on them daily. I know what I ache for, I soothe them daily for I know my world can’t be, won’t be complete if I don’t live that which my heart ponders for. It’s a destiny to fulfill and grant the world a record that is called ME! It’s an achievement to collect and grant the grave a history to behold.

I build on my dreams daily, I know that if I fulfill them, I’ll die a kind death, a peaceful one. I want to die as I live, with my name on the lips of so many ways after I leave a spot. A name with no end and so much goodness to talk about. That name is history that I know is worth having only if I fulfill my dreams!

DO YOU HAVE A DREAM TO DIE FOR? THEN JOIN THE “ENIGMA” ON THE RACE TO FULFILLING DREAMS!