I always had this fun dream of writing the true story of my life without mincing words. Exactly as it is and not holding back. No apologies -spot on as it happened. I think i will have enough courage to do so much more later. It will probably be anonymous co I've done a lot of stuff I'm not really proud of *covers face*
damn! i gotta go now, this is exactly why i haven't been bogging in a long time.
Missed y'all anyways....awfully bad we cant get to gist out Muamba, Don Jazzy, Dbanj, everything that's happening these days.
It's been a while since ive put up a post, a reflection of the new dimension my life has taken. I've been around now, commenting on your posts and generally feeling your swags. Yes, I've had a blogger stalker..*winks* and she's a gurl and she's cute too.
Ok, I'm annoyed. Infact, I'm pissed. You see, the kind of relationship i've had with the Nigerian Police up till now is a live and let live thingie. I'm the quintessential good Nigerian and have the nation's best interest at heart doing every thing that's expected of me.
Apart from that I try as much as possible to be courteous to them whenever our paths cross...respecting them even though they have done nothing to warrant my respect. of recent, our paths crossed and they lost my respect totally and forever.
After a hard day at my bakery, putting finishing touches on cakes that were going out last weekend- 4 wedding cakes, 1 engagement cake and 2 birthday cakes, i was called at the office as regards an appointment earlier scheduled. I sought a re schedule but the woman would have none of that. Co incidentally, my cake hounding friend came in unannounced with a friend and i hijacked him to drop me off at my office and ferry me back to the bakery - all for a promise of a chunk of cake.
We were on our way back generally playing in the car when i noticed the occupants of this raggedy vehicle in front of ours looking back at us and starring . Before we knew what was up, they slowed down in front of our car and out jumped 4 men of the Nigerian police with arms forcing us to park in full glare of the public like we were robbers.
After we parked, next thing they did was to seize our phones...in a style akin to us being robbed. Well, we were whisked to their police station and the guy i spoke with claimed to have arrested us under suspicion of being internet fraudsters.
All through the 3 hours i spent doing their bidding, i was as courteous as possible answering their every ridiculous question albeit the officer doing the asking was yelling and in no way polite. I was asked to write a statement and the guy with his limited knowledge tried without success to make me write implicating things he fed to me after asking ambiguous questions and making me answer in ways that could implicate me. Well, I drove him crazy by writing what i felt was correct and had turned in all possible trials, making sure they were 'implication proof. Towards the end he wanted to know my academic qualifications and what i did for a living, after leaving his mouth hanging with them and telling him I was an event planner and had requested almost the entire police station as security for a certain party, he became another individual entirely.
I'm not too familiar with what's legal and what's not (my lawyer friends know all that*winks) but I'm positive lots are wrong with the way these men handled the matter, and i wonder when our police force would be upgraded and brought up to standard.
I mourn the illiteracy and corruption that has come to define the Nigerian police.
They cannot even navigate a blackberry device and I didn't see any means of keeping records for three hours I was there. No desk phone for communication and the place lacked dignity of any facility.
I can't go on...cos I don't see the need to. It's not a fruitful cause anyways...
I'm seeing Sunday Best on TV and the beautiful singing is getting to me..you know the sincerity makes it the best singing show ever on TV *dats my rating including over American Idol and America's got talent (oya shoot me)
Over the couple of weeks just gone by, I've been in recovery from a minor (so I thought) procedure till I got into it....that brings me to the cosmetic procedure addicts *grabs pistol, machete, broken bottles* Kilo ma n shey awon peoples yen na?(what the heck is wrong with those people btw?)
Now I appreciate the essence of each and every body part. The skin aint that much thick (i saw mine pulled off a bit-so O ye that love experimenting with all sorts of skin rejuvenating stuff-best wishes!)
The frailty of each and every nerve and vein amazes me. A cut in the wrong area can essentially render the whole arm useless.(*feeling like a doctor..lol)
Overall, my best friend that just got married recently was involved in an auto cash that turned his car to scrap, but not a scratch on either him or his wife. He came out in church today amidst singing and dancing for thanksgiving and i joined him..It was when I got to the altar with him(and lots of others) that I discovered that for real, I was not just thanking God for him, but for myself a well.
I looked funky in church today disguising my surgical area so nosy people don't go on and on asking me about what happened...but a few still caught the one peeking from my cuffs..
Please spend a minute today thanking God for everything He's given you ('body-wise')...and praying He never takes anything away from you...
Enjoy the new week, God bless our hustles...Love you.
Hope y'all have been kipping kipping? *yeulz ooo, datz Naija lingua* These asterisks sef are making me wannu use hash tags and start tweeting jooor! lol
Yes oooo! Homeboy's @twittinwildeboy by the way, so follow me on twitter ooo....so we can yarn direct!
In other news, one thing that is guaranteed to annoy me or make me unhappy is misplaced trust/ breached trust. Nothing upsets me like that. The closest to that is ingratitude. You don't have to say thank you but I wannu feel the energy of gratitude. I wannu be sure you really need any positive energy that comes your way from mine. I always want to spread goodness anywhere I go. I want to drop down and die the day I stop being relevant to people around me. And because of that I live every sequence in my life cognizant of the fact that I am affecting people around me +vely. I don't hang around wherever I am not needed.
Back to misplaced trust. I've become a master of the art. It takes a lot for me to trust a person. When i begin getting the vibe off people, a red flag goes off in my head. Even though I see things coming, I still wish otherwise.
I know I'm talking in parables, but imma give you the details when next I write. I'm just too stunned right now...too stunned to write.
But I cannot help but ask myself why? Why do people snitch? Why do they stand to gain from stabbing people in the back?
Shout out first to a family I hold very dear...The Alemayos. Today is the daddy of the house's birthday. I pray for wisdom for him, 'cos that's main thing ever man needs. My love and best wishes to y'all esp. the Ms. Have fun y'all.
BTW it's my fr**king birthday too! lol
There are times in our lives that call for a sober reflection. Today is one of those days for me. I reminiscence and acknowledge the grace of God on my life.
Yep, I'm human but I've gotten away with so many things- in fact more than my share of freebies. I look back and see how far God has brought me from my last birthday till now and i just say wow.
For all the Love He has surrounded me with, I'm like amazed
This post is dedicated to God almighty-without which there would be no me.
Special thanks to every follower/ reader of this blog. God bless U(s) lol...I'm off!
In between go-sees, this issue came up and i planned to dispel the superstition surrounding the Black / White/ Red myth for weddings/ parties. as you all know, I work in the event planning industry in Nigeria and as much as I want to rub our rather commendable rate of growth in everyone's face, i unfortunately have to reiterate our challenges that still deter us from satisfying our immediate clients. First things first, view the photos below and tell me what you think. Photos BTW are courtesy www.sugarweddings.com
Black and White themed reception Decor.
Black and white lollipop themed invites
Elegant Black and White cake
Black and White themed invites
Black and White Decor
Now you have seen them, aint they lovely? Well, i had a bride who told me she was simple yet classy and she believes in black and white. Their the farthest on the color spectrum. The extreme...and the contrast just makes her happy. She didn't mind highlights of silver but when her mum came in, all hell was let loose. Why? because of black ooooo! Black was evil and the color of death. Madam, there was no way in hell that she would wear black on her wedding, but let's do art and decor with black na? Madam no gree oooooo.
What do you peeps think is wrong with black? is that color just unfortunate or it's really jinxed? I wanna know.