Tuesday, May 27, 2008


I've been gone a while. And I still will be gone some more. Too many things are begging for attention and I need to sit up because for a while, I have been too comfortable that I have almost forgotten the reason why I resigned from my former place of employment. But I will be back soon, and I will have loads of gist for you all.

I will do my best to visit blogs now and then. And I hope I don't miss all the fun. I know I will. With 14th and Serenity and all.

I will try to catch up, but right now, my work needs my undivided attention because its coming like a new born baby.

So, while I'm gone, I will appreciate every prayers for Uzezi to succeed at whatever it is that has taken her away from blogging for now. I promise to tell about the work soon, when things are in better perspective, and I ain't confused.

Meanwhile, I noticed two things weeks back. First, the blogger called Doll, has disappeared. Secondly, Pamela went private, and I can't view her blog anymore. Pamela, is it because I tagged you?

Be good all. I will be back soon.

Thursday, May 15, 2008


As a kid, I knew how play. Run around everywhere playing playing playing. We had different songs we sing and play with. We had different games also. Last night, while lying down, I started reciting some of them, and thought they will make a lovely post.


If I say I kill my one star, you say you kill your two star, okay? Let’s start.
Me: I kill my one star
You: I kill my two star
Me: I kill my three star
You: I kill my four star
Me: I kill my five star
You: I kill my six star
Me: (screaming) haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! You killed your sister.

A song we play to with our hands

New money e don come
I buy garri for 10k
I give Mary to cook am
Mary cook am e no don
I beat Mary she no cry
I kill Mary she no die
Which kind Mary be dis o
Amina, amina toro
A lazy girl
Shina, agoro pepper
Ragarogo ragarogo
Abele sam

I’m sure it sounded something like that, even if I might have missed some spellings.

Tuesday, May 06, 2008

I Got Tagged

I have been tagged! Checked my comments and was informed by naijalines
that I am one of six of her newly acquired enemies. Then onome had to tag me too. Well, so as not to overdo and acquire a new name for myself in blogville, here we go with the rules:-

1. Link the person who tagged you – see I already did that in the beginning of the post.
2. Mention the rules in your blog- which is what you are reading now
3. Tell about 6 unspectacular quirks of yours- right after the rules okay?
4. Tag 6 following bloggers by linking them- check at the end of this post.
5.Leave a comment on each of the tagged blogger’s blogs letting them know they’ve been tagged- alrighty.

I had to think and unthink, write and unwrite what I believe will fit into quirks for me. So, here are my 6 unspectacular quirks.

I can never be caught out without wearing a bra. I know they say never say never. But this is a never forever.

I’m not a crowd person. I’d rather be home with a book than hanging out with a crowd. Even if I know almost everyone there, I soon pull away and into myself wondering just what in hell’s name I’m doing there.

I fall in love with guys who share same first name often- as in back to back to back can be a name same as the last one.

I don’t feel comfortable with rain. I would be happier if it never rains. Once the clouds start gathering, it dampens my spirit and I tend to lose my concentration.

I love food more than you can imagine. But don’t blame me for that. Blame my middle name ‘Okiemute’. Real meaning is, there’s time for everything. But direct pronunciation of that name is – are u ready for this? Oke in Isoko means time, depending on how you pronounce it. Emu means food, Okiemute means time for food don reach, so I eat. I am the number one glutton in the whole world. I eat everything I can and whenever without a care in the world of putting on weight. And the weight or fat refuse to come. And strange as it is, I want that fat. At least small.

I have big fingers and toes, not just for a slim person, but for a girl and people use that to see a very big Uzezi in the nearest future. Back to senders.

There, six of them abi? I named my quirks so its time for these bloggers - soupasexy, abbie,pamela,tears,aphrodite,wellsbaba - to name theirs.

Thursday, May 01, 2008


I am so sad. So fucking sad! I don’t know why this has to happen. Liverpool had such bad luck last night that I couldn’t even eat. Okay, that’s an exaggeration. I ate my noodles, but I didn’t finish it because I’m heart broken.

And truth is that I am not even a fan. That’s right, I’m a Gunner for ever, but you see, this damn football club called Liverpool took my Arsenal out of the Champions League, and if they could do that then they should win the others.

I know I ought to have sided with Chelsea because of what Liverpool did to us during the quarter finals, but then, I don’t like Chelsea, I can’t like Chelsea. No they did nothing to me, but their fans are too damn proud. Their players, Drogba especially, thinks he’s all that, he is too damn proud. There is no room for the Blues in my heart.

Liverpool had bad luck right from the first leg, when Riise put them behind with an own goal. Then that penalty of yesterday was just so fucked.

Why did Liverpool have to break my heart this way? Couldn’t they take the lead from Tottenham? During the Carling Cup semi, Tottenham had the audacity to take out Arsenal with 4 fucking goals to one. That done, they knew they had responsibilities, which was to beat Chelsea during the finals.

You see, they didn’t fail me. They knew, that to take Arsenal out of a competition, then all eyes would be on them to win, and that was exactly what they did.

Fuck Liverpool. I am not a fan, but I wanted you to win and humble the Blues. You just weren’t Brave yesterday. No you were not.

I don’t even know why I have to love football. What sport apart from shopping are girls really crazy about? Somebody please help me discover it, because this football is becoming something else, and I don’t want to die young.

I remember once admiring Wigan and Reading. I better find out about them since we are all hustlers, and their failures wouldn’t break my heart.

Oh! Just damn it. All these players who won’t do what I want. I hope Man United trash the living hell out of Chelsea.

What do I even care anyway? All these players and fucking competitions are heart breakers. They are just like men.

PS: added on May 2nd. Yesterday I discovered I'd been tagged. Not funny. My head dey hot, so I dey do serious thinking before I do that post. God help me.