Doubt

“You’re beautiful” he says. I want to ask, what happens when the beauty’s gone, when I’m wrinkled and gray? Will there be a fresher bloom on your mind, will my wrinkles put you off, will you be repulsed by my liverspots and blotchy complexion

“I like your breasts” he says, “jutting to the skies, as firm as a watermelon”. Will they still call you after I’ve fed your children, saggy and bowed by gravity. Will you still reach for them when you wake up or would you see them and fantasize about a girl half your age.

“I could stroke your skin forever, it’s so soft and elastic” I roll my eyes and wonder exactly how long is forever

“Your body always calls me, I stand erect at the sight of its pleasures” he muses. I turn away in trepidation, one day my body won’t be enticing anymore, I’ve seen it happen even to the most beautiful of women, what will happen then?

“Your lips are lush with sweet wine, your kisses intoxicate me, I’m addicted to you” he murmurs. Will you still kiss me when I’m toothless, when I drool and chew tobacco?

“I want to hold you all through the night, my arms are empty without you” his eyes burn with the fervour of a passionate truth…. I snore

I hold his hands and look into his eyes, I like what I see, I might as well enjoy the ride.

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Happy birthday to a special lady

I wish I could say I wrote the letter below unfortunately I’m not that great a writer. This is from Ekene A. to a very very very special lady whose birthday is today

30th March represents the birthdate of a wonderful and highly respected friend. Indulge me as I pen this on her birthday.
Dear Ihuoma O,
I believe Abraham Lincoln was referring to you when he said,” and in the end,its not the years in your life that counts;its the life in your years”. Happy Birthday Mademoiselle.
So many years ago,on this day,you came smiling to this world(yes smiling 😉 ). I could go on and on but one of the wonderful moments in my life was the day I was opportuned to make your acquaintance.
Everyday,I am thankful for the opportunity to share your friendship. We have shared laughs and wonderful times despite the barriers of distance. (the many wonders of the digital age)
Let me dedicate this poem written by Helen Steiner Rice titled Friendship’s Flower to you:
Friendship’s Flower Helen Steiner Rice Life is like a garden And friendship like a flower, That blooms and grows in beauty With the sunshine and the shower. And lovely are the blossoms That are tended with great care, By those who work unselfishly To make the place more fair. And, like the garden blossoms, Friendship’s flower grows more sweet When watched and tended carefully By those we know and meet. And, if the seed of friendship Is planted deep and true And watched with understanding, Friendship’s flower will bloom for you.
Looking out the window this morning ,I realize mother nature sure knows it is a very special day.
Happy Birthday Ihuoma,I hope your day be filled with love and surprises.There are a hundred and more wishes that come to mind on this wonderful occasion of your birthday. I wish you God’s continued guidance and protection and may you continue in this chosen path of excellence and achieve your maximum potential. You will always achieve your best at anything you set out to do….the world awaits you.
May this birthday bring you fresh contentment that stays throughout the year.Have a happy birthday with the best wishes ever,a great time today and may you find happiness in everything you do.
With sincere affection and best wishes,happy birthday once more,
Ekene A

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Girls, grief and Google

“Freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose” that line from one of my favourite songs always makes me ponder on the concept of freedom, can anyone be truly free? Methinks there’s nothing like freedom anywhere, you’re always bound to something, there’s always you’re pursuing or is pursuing you. I saw two young girls wearing my secondary school’s uniform in a place that is quite far from the school, what were they looking for there? I wondered. Suddenly I was close to them and could hear their conversation, they were talking about what they’d do after WASSCE and how sweet freedom would be! Wanted to draw them close and tell them “I finished secondary school many years ago, I’m through with university and you’re freer than me” I didn’t say anything, life would show ’em soon abi?
Yesterday was the seventh year anniversary of my beloved uncle’s demise, how well I remember that phone call that changed the world as I knew it, me on my bed in Ekosodin, puzzled that my dad was calling in the afternoon, he only called in the morning and at night. My father’s halting voice, emotion laden, ‘we lost your uncle, Uncle Nnamdi, early this morning’. It seems strange that I’ve lived this long without him, the man who understood me better than my parents or anyone else, the only person whose love for me I never doubted. How could I doubt it when he thought
I hung the moon and stars and I thought he kept the earth in its orbit, yea it was a mutual adoration society. I remember clearly the last time I saw him, December 31 2006, my birthday and my dad’s, he zoomed in from Owerri to Mbaise on his bike, my mum fussing cos he came that far with his bike when he had a car, he didn’t want to get stuck in traffic, he had to spend the day with his “computer” whose birthday was that day. “What did you get for my birthday” I ask, “myself” he replied; that was answer enough. I’m so glad that day I greeted him with a flying hug, I was on the cusp of womanhood, should have been more dignified, I’m glad I was just a little girl with her favourite person in the world.
I remember the last time we spoke, I just killed a rat and disposed of it (I have a bone deep phobia for rats especially dead ones, won’t kill a rat, or dispose of a dead one for love or money cockroaches too) one tiny rat in my uncle’s house in Ugbowo. I called everyone to tell them, Dee Nnamdi was so excited, he knew what a milestone it was, he called me later that night, we talked for an hour, about everything, school, boys, his health, what we’d do when I graduated. Did he know we’d never talk again? I still ponder.
Yesterday was also my sendforth at the hospital I interned for a year (eleven months, but who’s counting)

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it was a nice ceremony, simple, short and sweet. I’d miss the other interns, we had fun times, it was one crazy ride. I’d miss most of the people I worked with, most not all. Some people were just…
I don’t believe in ghosts but I learned yesterday that love can’t be bound by death and time. I love old songs, the 1980s was my favourite decade musically. The best songs were done then, trust me. I have most of the songs I like on my phone but there was ONE song I didn’t have, I didn’t know the title or the lyrics. I knew the beat but when I hummed it to people no one seemed to know it. I loved the song because it was used in Mr Biggs adverts in the early to mid 1990s, hearing the advert always reminded me of their jam doughnuts (doughnut with blood as my brother and I used to call it). Whenever we heard the advert, my brother and I would strategize on how to get Daddy to take us to Mr Biggs. The problem was that the direct approach rarely worked with daddy, throwing a tantrum would guarantee that you’d never get what you want. The five year old me and my three year old brother had to learn to be masters in subterfuge- those were the times. By the time my youngest brother came, there was no need for all that, the boy came to this world with the key to his father’s heart firmly in his grasp.
I always thought the song was by Phil Collins, had gone to Google and YouTube several times in the last five years trying to look for the song but I never found it and I couldn’t remember one word from the song. Yesterday I was downloading Phil Collins video ‘everyday’ (another song I searched for, will blog about it one day) and was thinking of my mystery song; suddenly a line dropped in my head “if you’ll be my bodyguard, I can your”, was sceptical, afterall I’ve not been able to remember it all these years. Typed it in my search bar and the name Paul Simon appears with the title ‘You can call me Al’ Straight to YouTube (I get data). Immediately the song started I knew it was THE song. Tears stream down my eyes, finding the song was no coincidence. I downloaded the video and the audio, i love both.The video has Chevy Chase lip synching the song and Paul Simon playing instruments, having Chevy was on the video was a stroke of genius. Chevy is 6″4 while Paul is 5″3, difference toh bad, it worked so well.
Here’s an old picture of me, back when I wanted to be a banker

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Finally I want to say a huge thank you to someone who made internship bearable for me, who always said this one will still pass, you’ll look back and smile. I’m smiling now but will smile more when you update your blog.
PS Someone told me writing what you’ll blog about in your next post in your current post will keep you focused and make you blog faster. Let’s how this goes… will be blogging about spring rolls and sex gender next.
PPS Who knows the people that kidnapped the jam in Mr Biggs jam doughnuts, please beg them to return it, we want the next generation to enjoy them
  Sayonara everyone

Of walks and film festivals

I have no idea how to start this post, should I start by talking about my dance aerobics session this morning, or how I’m nursing a broken heart right now. I know the one you’ll pick, una too like love matter.
This morning I twerked, jerked and twisted to Can you do this by Aloe Blacc, that guy has me right now. Danced for twenty minutes and worked up buckets of sweat, I’m the world’s worst dancer but when I’m doing my dance aerobics… Jeffrey Daniels doesn’t come close.
After resting I decided to go for a long walk- a certain slave driver commanded me to take 14k steps today

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            Dressed for the walk, had red shorts on
Did you notice the beautiful hairstyle? Don’t know the name but its didi though.

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              A closer look?
I love taking pictures- especially selfies, have got almost 9k pictures on my tab and 7k of them have got to be selfies yet there’s hardly a picture of me here. Food for thought now, innit?
Was on my way and on 574 steps when I ran into Emmanuel who’s a content provider for radio and television, would have advertised his youtube channel but I’m too pissed at him right now. He was on his way to a film festival and invited me to tag along. The shindig was taking place at freedom park near TBS, I jumped at the opportunity reluctantly (only me can do that, it’s a gift and a…) I’m not a film person and I’m also a philistine when it comes to the arts so it wasn’t too attractive an offer. However the opportunity to leave Surulere was too tempting coupled with the fact that I get to roll my eyes and scoff at them artillectuals propelled me to go.
As we are both carless, we boarded kekes and a bus to takeus there, the bus ride from Costain to CMS bustop was the stuff they write thriller epics about, I’m really grateful to Jehovah that I got out in one piece.
I love Lagos island, the marina is my favourite part and Christ Church has a special place in my heart, it’s the most beautiful church in the world to me, I so wanna get married there. Wanted to take pictures of it but Emma advised against it, I painfully shelved the idea.
One keke ride later, we were at Freedom park. The place was a former prison sef, one of the reasons I love Lagos island is how steeped in history the place is, Shuggie and I played tourist there last month and we had a blast. According to a magazine Emma gave me Freedom Park was former Broad Street Prison and it was transformed by the Architect Theo Nelson, the guy try no be small.

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     The film festival banner at the gate
I fell in like with a church opposite the park, it looks a little like Christ Church, its the Holy Cross Cathedral. Cathedral church of Christ still fine pass am sha, and no its not my Anglican bias speaking.

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Emma had work to do in Igroove radio before heading for the festival, heard of them today, will listen to them soon though I’m not a radio person. They broadcast from Freedom Park, their offices are pretty- yes pretty! That’s the only word that does it justice.
I headed to the venue of the film thingy, the panelist speaking was Chris Ihidero. I love his pieces, he’s a filmmaker but its his weekly post for thenetng.org that is selling point for me (don’t get it twisted, he’s a brilliant filmmaker too), he’s funny, irreverent but he passes his hard message undiluted even all the humour and sarcasm- I want that! He was talking about twerking when I got in, talked about how not everyone can twerk eg him “but some people’s butts can be poetic”,Taiwo Ajai Lycett piped in “I can twerk”. That woman can act sha. She made my skin crawl during her turn as Yahimba in Tinsel, it’s only a soap but I was unsettled when I saw her, she’s so good my usually rational brain couldn’t understand Yahimba is only a character, smh at it.
Guess who I ran into at the festival?

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      Oris!
The young man was hiding from his legion of adoring female fans, so engrossed in the discussion that I had to run on stage to get his attention *I kid* Had a great time with him and Meres, I kinda suspected they’d be there cos they are both geniuses and artheads. Oris had seen my blog and thought it was good, was still rejoicing at his praise when he hit me with an avalanche of yabs on my 2 words posts, thank God for thick skin sha. Meres said I lost weight, wanted to hug him!
Saw Wale Ojo there- yes the Wale Ojo of Phone swap, the man was in a lime green hoodie, don’t know how I spotted him sef

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Also saw Nneka, Patrick Doyle, Ade Bantu- that man is tall!, Charles Novia, Temi Dollface, didn’t see Emmy Collins *I kid*
Strolled round the compound and took a few pictures

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Did you see how I made the water seem so beautiful, like running diamonds? Do you think I have a career in photography?

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King’s College Lagos, parents’ visiting day

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Close to this Court, I saw a sacrifice  to the gods in earthern bowls, gross!

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Lunch

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Me looking trimmer, just don’t look at the stomach o

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Emma

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Finally took the picture of Christ Church
I just discovered Aramide today and her songs are great! Have been listening to Feeling this feeling in the 3 hours it took me to write this post and it’s a good one though I don’t really agree with one thing in it. Shuggie’s on my mind as I listen to the words of the song, could have written it for you, I’m sorry for being an ass, forgive me.

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Wish I could buy you this beach as a bribe.
Time to end this post, Oris hope it’s long enough for ya.
       Have a stupendous week folks
                  Adaeze

PS this post was written on Sunday night, my wordpress for android refused to upload it.

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Of sit-ups, squats and crunches

I mentioned earlier that I’m on a weight loss programme, what I didn’t mention is the fact that its a mishmash programme designed by me. I tend to get bored easily (God help me when I get married) and will definitely not be able to follow a conventional plan.

I’m on a weight loss group on bbm and someone put up a 30 day  ab challenge and I tried to follow it faithfully but life got in the way, however I’ll be restarting it soon, when I was on it I saw a lot of improvement, saw a 2 pack coming along. Would be great to have a six pack innit? No be say them dey use am collect money sha but you know…

My hair has finally impressed me, its shoulder lenght now. Just when I stopped sending it sef, after all the hair care products I bought. Gosh I spent money o! Just realised that my hair doesn’t like much attention sef, who knew? Was just pouring love, time and effort and my hair didn’t care, reminds me of a certain relationship like that. Prince Charming had better be worth it, some frogs I kissed along the way… bleh!

I’m doing situps and crunches like nobody’s business now, remember when I couldn’t do 2 situps. This life eh… never say never my people o, but there’s one thing that will always be never in my life- Pawpaw, YUCK!

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Free?

  I’ve always heard that the best things in life are free, I don’t believe that. You may not actually pay in cash but you’ll pay something else to get what you want, you’d have to pay for it one way or another.

You get married? The irresponsible, fun loving side of you suffers. You have kids? There goes your me time. You’re in a relationship? There goes your peace of mind, will he be the one? Is he seeing other chics? Will his mother like me?… While the whole paying ish may not be as extreme as I put it but you still have to give up something for the best things.

There’s only one free thing, the best thing of all and that’s salvation, Yea! For real! Jesus paid the price by dying for us, let’s not waste his suffering abeg.

See ya @ the foot of the Cross
             Adaeze

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