Dont Ask!

The colour of the water seemed to dispel the beauty and the solitude that could be derived thereby. It looked dirty and stale, unloved and uncared for. Her troubled mind seemed to find succour in its poor state for even though her life was to end soon, her children to be thrust to the futherest end of the earth to war an unknown battle, she had memories of love, memories of joy but this water looked deprived.
The pleasantness of youth, and the memories of being young and wild had held her together these very weirisome years. Ohh how the days had raced swiftly through her mind...her days as a young heiress growing to the lady of the house..
The joy of young bride... the pride of a mother..... all GONE!
She looked down at her reflection. Her face had aged since she was last by this bank, her soft bright eyes had been replaced by calm weary eyes. Her tight soft rose scented skin had wrinkled rather well...[she mocks herself as her mind tries to recollect the last time she put on her favourite rose scented perfume. what had life made her?
She had dreams of bright summers, of racing her trusted steed across the country side. She had been the queen of her world, the centre of all attraction...and now, look at her, her home was now in rumble....her brothers died at war....and her sons...
A slow tear fell from her eyes and her heavy heart heaved, but for heavy restraint, she would have been sobbing aloud. She slowly crouched at the water’s edge and stared into the distance, pushing her fears as far as she possibly could. The cold wind hissed as it bit her face, stinging her eyes. She shut them and for a moment she felt the peace and quiet she yearned for.

10 Reasons why i hate how i feel

1. 'Cause its seems unreciprocated.
2. It interferes with my rational thinking.
3. ITs just a diversion from the the truly deep issues that bother me but i'm to afraid to unearth
4. ITs probably the way the Mrs feels for the Mr and thats why she's still with him.
5. "Cause it makes me feel redundant
6. 'Cause i'll probably always go through
7. The cat-vision is really beginning to freak me out!
8. The more i think about it, the more it seems like everyone is right!
9. I've had enough of this kind of feelings.
10. And because i need a break!

how i feel?

I'm usually a very coded person and trust me its not in my nature to go divulging 'truly personal' gist if i believe that it will somehow get back to the peeople involved but this stuff is driving me nuts man!
Usually when i'm at this point i just transfer the tension. You remember that stuff in 'Two can play that game'? The movie with vivica fox? yeah, you'd be amazed that some of those rules really work, especially that transfer-rule.
Today's one of them really emotional days.And what's worse??? the transfer rule isnt working! I've tried almost everything.... I'm acting really silly. I'm staring! Missing my turns 'not cause i'm day-dreaming' but because i'm trying to tell myself to stop thinking about the him! Its so FRUSTRATING!!!! I hate it when emotions really get to me! I like it when i'm in control, or can be managed. Even Ex was going out of hand but it i had the 'show-stoppers' to hold me....
but this one????
ITs smack in the middle of my chest and i cant seem to yank it out. You guys think its funny??? its not! I have loads of coursework! I have things...I would rather do! I have.... It shouldnt be! This is not how it works...I shouldnt be here right now, this is not according to the grand order of my life...This isnt the time!
You know i talked alot about ex- over this weekend. Its amazing how people feel once you tell them that your ex- had some not-so-funny-skeletons in his cupboard. They dont even bother to ask whether or not you knew about it. They just assume he's the only guilty one. I missed him over the weekend. I really did! and i guess that's what laid the foundation for this RUBBISH emotional 'trauma'.
I saw MBLA in class today. He's been really nice. Turns out we have alot of things in common. Did i mention that he has really cute eyelashes??? Uuuh, you wont believe it! Omo, all the cure of last week flew out the window...STTTTRRAAAAAAAAAAT! What is it with me and milk? eh? its so bad, i dont even see chocolate blends anymore. I was coming back with my girl (Yeye inc) and i see this really cute child (jand born cute black kid about four years yeah). I call her attention and i say 'Cute child'. She smiles and says 'Cute dad'. I followed her eyes to her so-called 'cute dad'. I'm like...ok? where's the cutie??? she looks at me like 'what the....???' wetin do your eyes??? Damn! i need help!
Whats worse, MBLA just surfacing in cuter and cuter packages. he's not only smart...he has fantastic conversation, the witt of a devil, the smile of a kid, the eyes of a lover, the voice of a crooner, the hands of a tempter, the mouth could use some surgery though (lol, who am i kidding?). His voice is so incredibly husky, that i wonder what it would be like when he's just getting out of bed in the morning...
I need to stop writing now before i say nonesense! Some one out there please pray for me...i'm just a young girl trying to live in these....[r kelly]

A piece of me

Do you guys remember my baby pix?? [ on the first page of my blog]? well this is a piece of me some twenty- something years later....ENJOY!!!
Ps. For limited time only...LOL

The boy, The club and the mistaken identity II

Must apologize... my eating spread over a couple of days...LOL. Minus all them girls wey dey yap me! So where was i? Yeah, i was in the club yarns

THE CLUB II
Yeah the grindin' Birthday girl...Ok o! So everyone started to dance and well,Ge GE GE GEEEE Na so the Dj started dropping my rhymes. Na so carried away that I just picked one of my 'safe' options. Me, I dont believe in taking uncalculated risks. While we were at the dinner table, i'd looked across the seven guys that were on the table and ranked them in order of probably dance skills, potential misyarns, potential grabber and all that. so you weigh his likeliness to take advantage of the 'grind' song. So i went wit my safest bet and went to the centre of the dance floor. Ok, lets just say psychoanalysis isnt always one hundred percent certain.....
After some hours of dancing, one of hte guys dropped me at home. [thank God for the few good guys wey remain]

THE MISTAKEN IDENTITY
For some reason that i cant explain...I just dont feel like sharing this part of the gist again...[prob cuz i'm scared the people in question might read my blog and be waiting at the bottom of the stairs soon.]
I went round bloggers'ville today and men am i impressed. Everyone is so forth coming in this TAG thing...hmm, na wa o! I encourage una o! Please help me beg Dayo to update his blog o! Haba? Since the babe show am pepper e no wan gist us again!
A big welcome to my darling naiyar! You guys should keep an eye on this upcoming DIVA!! She has more encounters than CNN!!LOL.
Guys i'm sorry i'm not in the gist-mode! I'm waiting for some very important plans to click and my containers on the high sea should safely go through immigration. We go dey yarn!!!

The boy, The club and the mistaken identity

Ok guys, you people have not been as supportive as in yester-blogs...how far? Na so the travails of life hard reach?? Come on!!!
Let me begin by saying that i'm looking for a cure to my craving of 'pigin English' I cant seem to get over it. It got so bad, i was yarning with some of my asian classmates and i just started, only to realise that everyone was looking at me in utter confusion. Especially with my latest partner in crime, the CEO, Yeye Inc. LOL. She be original 'naija' babe!! Too much soul in the sista, she always manages to make me smile...for all of you wondering if she's hot...She's HOT!!! and HOOKED!
Ok. I'm going to try my best to stick to the British English code of writing...should i stray again, please bear with me, its a transistion process.

My people...[curbing smile] this is really going to be hard. Ok. Oh and by the way I've been craving a new laptop...the HP dv2054ae that goes for a bargain price here and you wont believe it...its the CEO, yeye inc that gets it first! Na me see am o! LOL. The more the merrier...we are having a 'launching party' soon...I'll leave you the details in the coming blogs. So what shall we talk about today...Aaaaaaaaaah yes, the boy the club and the mistaken identity....It sounded pretty strange to me when I thought up the title, but as i mulled over it a bit, a picture of last week's activites rolled through my mind and fit into those three sub-classses.
Like many of you would have guessed, the boy is MBLA....Wrong!!!! I told you i was over that guy, una no dey hear!!! The guy is HISTORY (i wish). and the club is M----, on second thought I think i'll just let it flow as it occured.

THE BOY,

After a very awful first week and a backlog of several activities, yours faithfully thought it was about time to take a break from the galavanting and visit the famed 'school library'. I packed up the essential study material 'a pack of mint gum' and marched into the mighty fortress. I was truly amazed at the vast resources the school had. I wandered around the long corridors and the huge shelves of books and returned all the more confused. Finally i picked a book that struck my fancy....now anyone that knows me will realise I dont fancy reading in the library, there should be a minimal level of noise for me to maintain concentration. Usually a soft song, or people muttering but not silence...it just itches my ears!
Ok, so i picked a book and looked for the 'noisest place' in the library and settled to read. The book was interesting, it was a psychological analysis of human patterns [do you really wanna know y i picked that??....lol, nosey pecker!!!] I was really enjoying the book but my mind kept staying back to the fact that the place was borderline silent...
Just when I had had enough someone interrrupted me 'Excuse me, do you know where the copiers are??' I looked up and there he was....oh my God!! Where did God hide this creature of wonder all my life...he was looking absolutely scrumptious with his clean shaven and evenly cropped black hair. He looked like Morris chesnaunt without the pink lips. Damn...I looked slowly up and down trying to be sure the sweatshirt was not the reason for the even looking muscle tones and it was.....Oh my God!!! Tinu, what are you doing??? The guy asked for something....And you are not responding....Girl you better snap to it...
"Sorry, what did you say?"
"The copiers...the photocopiers...."
"Ooh, I think they're on the 2nd floor... " he looked really puzzled, "ok, thats straight through here, and down the corridor to your left and up the stairs" I managed a brief description.
"Thanks alot,"
"Its ok," I quickly picked up my book, pretending that i was so eager to get back to my reading. As soon as i'd figured he was out my a distance, i casually dropped the book to the table and took a rear viewing of this wonderful man....[sometimes i wonder if i'm just a guy in a girl's body] I swear i wish soundtracks and slow motions used to happen in my head but they dont, so he was briskly out of my line of sight. Well thats the end of reading for today, I cant even deceive myself that i'll be assimilating anyting for the next 5 minutes so I decided to pack up, borrow some more relevant books and return this book to shelf.
I was coming out of the shelf area when someone tapped me...It was him, "Thanks a lot, you saved me about 30quid"
'You're welcome...' Now i was beginning to wonder if it was just a pick up line, not that it would have really mattered but I tend to prefer guys who are straight up and just go with the situation rather than those who have preplanned moves.
He squeezed my hand gently and walked away..[ok, I take its not a preplanned move]. Rather disappointed I left the library and went home. It usuallydoesnt take long before i get over my brief encounters but at that point, i had alot to deal with [we'll yarn those ones later] and I couldnt care less about it. I knew it would be a good girls-gist topic for later in the evening when my flatmates return but at that point, it was all in the days work....

THE CLUB

A friend of mine had her birthday over the weekend, so we had planned to spend the evening in a really expensive restaurant, eat till we drop and then burn the calories away on the dancefloor till daybreak. Me had planned to escape after dinner, infact i had a standby, dial-a-cab guy's number on speeddial but as the dinner progressed, everyone kept picking on me as the most likely to escape and as such, the one that would pay the bill if i didnt go to the club...I can be benevolent yeah, but only when i'm prepared to be, spending 500quid in one seating is not my idea of a fantastic evening out....especially when i didnt plan it. That would max out any credit i've got anyways, so like a good girl, i tagged along.
Omo, the birthday girl was really grooving o! Chai! if you see that babe eh, you no go believe say she just turned 30 a couple of minutes before. She kept bumpin' and grindin' and jumping' and after a while, everyone one started dancing and it was becoming alot of fun...
GE GE GE GE GEEEEEEEEEEE!!![soundtrack change when something bad is about to happen]
Woo, i'm hungry, i'll continue after i've eaten...

hmmm all the love in the world..

Before i begin the juicy gist. i need to say a huge thank you to you guys in blog land. Frankly, you are the inspiration, you are the wind beneath my wave. The inspiration i get from reading your words, the courage I get to share more of my self and to be who I really am. Its amazing!! Thank you!!!

Ok. Now to the koko! hmm omo, na today i just know say i be real JJC. See me dey waka for almost two hours in search for a building that was opposite where I started from....Anyway, that one na aside..ok, where did i stop? [referring to previous blog], ok. Yeah, upper Sunday. Ok. Let me start from the friday to that....
Ok, after class, our professor dash us one kin assignment like that and you know say MBLA dey my class, so i just sent a group email like that, say i need tutor.
In fact i don forget am by sunday afternoon when i hear knock for my door...Voila MBLA looking rugged and cute with his day old beard and tightly knit muscles still visible in the blue jumper he was wearing....hmmm needless to say i was paying more attention to the smile than to the words that were coming out of his mouth.
Well after an hours 'tutoring'. He stayed for a chat, na so I offer the dude some food: bread and home made soup with tatashe (red chilli) shombo and ata rodo (sorry folks, i dont know the English equivalent, just so you know, they're all types of red chilli)
Omo come see oyinbo man dey sweat. I just dey laugh. He drank a whole tumbler of water and fanning his mouth. Anyway all that one na story. That sha explains the hours of laughter after i woke on Sunday shey....
Well i told y'all the guy was in my class right. so Monday morning as a polite student i said thank you to my tutor (who by the way was looking even more couth with sleepy eyes and his lazy grin). He seemed fine, only had a little trobule with his stomach before he slept. I had to restrain my laughter 'cause it was becoming ridiculous. I just dey laugh like baby 'kingsway'. I've never met a guy I just enjoy laughing at. I couldnt wait to continue chatting 'cause my other study group guys were calling me. na so i say bye bye o!
The next thing, the guy packed his bag and begin dey follow awon boyz dey come our study area. I come ask am say se im dey wan come study wit us ni abi bawo?
'naa, I just figured i'd meet a few more of my classmates.' he replied. 'hmmm ok o! na you get your leg!' So we all kept walking and talking. The other group guys went in to secure seating arrangements na so me and MBLA just dey chill outside. The next thing I noticed was the guy dey play with im phone. Haba? I know its a new phone but the way he did it made me want to laugh again....(omo be like say the guy get laughing gas in his perfume). Ok, we exchanged number sha and we got talking over the week. in fact my naija friend wey dey here e, she just dey take me catch trips. I just dey laugh anyhow! His accent is incredible and he's really fun company. Anyways, let me spare all of una the 'in-between-the-week' details. Se you know me, na so so puppy-crushes dey worry me. by the end of the week, i've completely lost interest. Ok, i no go loose interest, when them start to dash us assignment due in a week and and half to complete it!! Nooooo, i'll wait till my father comes with pankere! LOL.
In other news, omo i fear o! Be like say every where i go na so so husband palava! Women seeking men, Ladies HUNTING men!! see ladies, women, sophisticated mamas as them dey waylay boyz! Shoo! [Just so you know, i dont understand the pigin English craze i'm experiencing now, so please bear with me] Its like the 'In- thing!' Even my chinco flatmate dey complain say she never see better! Kai!!! If I enter flat and say I saw fine boy -sharply! them go ask where, when and distinguishing features....LOL. There was a particular day we were bored silly we decided to take a walk around our territory and make not of 'interesting subjects' That my flat sef [chuckles]! Na because mid term tests never jam us.
Ok, lets get to gist proper. A girl in the flat below us wan do birthday, she come say make all of us come....ok o! [cuz them don they yap all the iya arugbo (old ladies) wey dey my flat say them no dey rock and them dey slow down the action!! So we decided to attempt to fit in
Ok o, we decided to go clubbing o, we even stomach the intended 5k entry fee. So on the d' day, we all got dressed up. Me sef, took extra twenty minutes to arrange the eyebrows and glaze meself properly. We decided we'd meet the school bar and then go clubbing. Ok. Now just a little background on the feferefe 'party-loving' birthday girl. She no fit sit down two days without going out to town or club or something. Mistake! one of the invitees brought a friend. One correct looking boy like that. Na so story finish o!. The babe wey dey sing 'PArty! PArty!!! PARTY!!!" come dey talk '...lets's stay in tonight, fine boy doesnt want to go anywhere'
See sparking, the flatmate beside me called her aside and gave her quite long tongue lash! What nonesense! na only you dey trip? abeg babe carry yourself comot.
So after chilling in the student bar for close to two hours we finally set off on our 'escapade'. Na that day I realise that the prayer 'May God not let us walk into snares of the evil one', was a truly important one.
Na so we enter bus jeje o! all of us find hanging space, we were about twelve in all with seven guys. That's how some punks (about 10 juves) just picked on the 'crushed' guy. see bitch-slapping and kicking! Them tell the guy to empty his wallet or them go wound am. See as everybody in the bus carry face comot! Shoo!! Whatever happened to being your brother's keeper???I was SCARED!! They had a knife ,wrapped in newspaper which they kept prodding at the guy. The part that pained me the most was the seven idiots we packed with us. Ok, let me rephrase, 6 morons and one brave guy. The shocker was that the male flatmate who was right beside the guy being attacked simply turned his face around. MEN!! I was truly stunned! Na so the brave guy drag the mugged guy out of the line of fire and unto his side, giving them punks a stern look. "Leave him alone, you don't want a piece of me" he said! omo the first thing i thought of was how far better nigeria was! Kai! To make matters worse, when we got off the bus, they started tailing us. Man, I thought of all the things i would have been doing instead of being in this situation. Anyways sha, they left us and we RACED back home (at least the girls in the group)!
The rate of bus violence has gone upt to alarming levels these days. People cause others harm in full spectator view![Where have all our super-heroes gone???Where's spiderman when you need him??] Seriously though, it is truly horrifying, especially young boys under the age of 16. Since they are protected by the system, they get their kicks from injuring people and robbing IN BROAD DAY LIGHT!! Na wa o!They know the most they'll get is a remand home. Its appalling! They beat an old woman in the bus about week before this incident. She died before the paramedics arrived. I just dont know what this world is turning to. And now our friendly neighbourhood Korea is playing with its nuclear weapons. Ok o! All of una continue!!! Jesus is coming with 'koboko' (a horse-whip) for all them bad folks out there!
Well guys, in summary! As of today, Teva has decided to take a much needed crush-break. Concentrate on completing some assignments....FINALLY START THAT BOOK and give you and update soon...LOL
Take care out there! there are alot of wolves in sheep's clothing! Inspect all CARGO!!! Lol (five bucks for anyone who can figure that last bit...lol)

happy independence!

Yeah 46 years ago, Nigeria do yanga, collect certificate of independence from their colonial masters. Thank God for how far he has led us but how far with these nigerian politicians? They always find new ways to redefine depravity. Na wa o!
Ok, I promised to bring you guys gist from my trip with the boys right? Well, I ended up not going. By the time I got through my classes for friday, the guys were already on the train to La la land.
Instead, I settled for a visit from a very dear old friend on saturday morning. Now this guy was my classmate in secondary school (high school), we went to the same Uni (college) and studied in the same department. So for long serivce award I have to hand it to him. But alot changed as we grew up. that's another day's blog.
Ok so i went chineese on saturday and sunday was beautiful! After Church, I slept and when I woke...hmmm! it was heavenly! I spent the next hour giggling away and dodging eye contact...LOL ! Thats alot for me! i'm tired man, i wan go sleep...y'all shall get the update before the week runs out.
Cheers!!!