Dear Twinnie…

i sat down thinking…wat wedding present can i give you, wat is dat thing i can do or give dat will be meaningful…that will hit the right spot in ur heart…thought to buying you something…anything…buh that may not do the trick…because am sure random peeps will do dat…i pushed coming over there for your day buh babygirl only God gets why that didn’t work hard…bcos i was so sure dat will do the trick “having ur twinnie watch u walk down the aisle…knowing how much work i put into being different and standing out i got this idea of writing to you thru my journal…

u knw am a man of many words and i love expressing myself and making my point…buh honestly babygirl am finding it difficult to do this time…i av written alot and yet i av said nothin…

buh wait…babe…how did we click? wen did we click? wen and how did this whole twinnie tin start? …cos i honestly don’t have the answer to those questions…we didn’t knw eachoda as kids…until secondary school…and then it felt lik we’ve known eachoda our entire lives…kinda lik wat u av with dat bae of urs buh on anoda level tho…lets leave dat matter for now and focus on ourselves…

i remember those times in school wen does “admirers” will call and u’ll ask me to kip dem off…i gladly did…or our outings to kingstone on children’s day…pple thought we were twins…some said we were dating…we laughed bout that…u were happy to av me around the “blackboy” and i was happy to have u “ebony-kay”…you inspire me alot…too hard-working, always going for wat u won’t even wen d odds are against u you defy dem…u so “bad-ass”…which is one of the reasons why i felt bad wen u told me u were moving to d UK…i was lik how, u kinda complete me (not bin weird, buh babygirl dats the truth)…den my heart cried…i even wrote down some things maybe i will give u that letter…

about a year leta u came visiting den u told me you met som1…i was lik how…in  my mind was lik who d hell is dis guy…frm wat u said bout him i seemed lik a proper guy…buh i was not convinced…bcos i am a very jealous bro…and over-protective…i nid to be sure dat any guy in my sis life does better dan me and will give more dan i can give…

you were so happy tellin me bout him…how u met in church and all…he sings and all…and in my mind i was lik “ehnnn” “soooo”…i was just moving with the flow…while we were talkin d chairman himself called as if he knew we were talking bout him…he was polite…apparently u already told him bout me…so he respected himself…

over the years i have bin monitoring the chairman…as in serious follow up to knw if he is legit…and you self u too lik dis chairman…making it difficult to find fault in the guy…u talk bout wat he does for you…things he gets for you…how he treats u…

anyways so u brought him with you d last time you came…i finally met wit him…we had a few discussions…i realised he is good for you…probably the best…he is the 1 for the job…he understands the whole concept of finding a wife and how to take care of d wife…

to Olaitan plssss take care of that lady in your arms…i watched the pre-wedding clip and i love wat u said…she is a rear gem…precious…treat her well o…and the babies the gives you…

to my Twinnie take care of him…u knw u come first in his life…always mak his happiness ur priority…be his prov. 31:10-31 woman…

to the both of you…true love, stands by each others side on good days and stands even close on bad days…listen without interrupting, speak without accusing, give without sparring, pray for each other without ceasing, answer without arguing, share without pretending, enjoy without complaint, trust without wavering, forgive without punishing, promise without forgetting…

i have i request pls…i am volunteering myself as a god-father to yours kids…my services are available…

lastly, the truth is u guys inspire me…i see wat u have with each other and i desperately want that for myself…i pray i do…wish i am there to tell you dis in person…and watch u walk down the aisle…buh since i can’t , this is my gift to you…HML twinnie…God bless your Union…(pls don’t mind my spelling or vocabulary)

 

The Changing Times 2.0…Lord Josh’s Perspective.

So early this week i posted the first part of the "changing Times" series 
that av embarked on...Queen was giving us the whole gist of "change through 
the eyes of a grandma"...here is Lord Josh's view of the concept of "change"...
he decides to share with us the story of how he asked the "girl of his dreams out"...
Read it to c for urself.........  

They say nobody likes change, I say that’s a whole load of nonsense. 
Everybody wants change, why won’t they like it? Sure we all want some 
things to remain the same. If every thing is great and wonderful, 
of course you don’t want it to change. But more often than not, 
things are not exactly the way we want them so more often than not, 
we want change. A whole lot of change.
Students want to become graduates.
Single ladies (and some men) want to become married.
Employees want to become employers.
Followers want to become leaders.
Tenants want to become landlords.
Girlfriends want to become wives.
The list goes on.
We all want some sort of change. We however will not experience this change as 
long as we don’t even accept we need change.
The question now is, how does this change come? The answer is a single word.
Decisions.
So I’ve been single all my life – yeah, all my life. I used to love the single life. 
I can’t exactly remember what I liked about it but I know that I did. Since it was 
all I knew, it was easy to love the life and stay content in my beautiful singleness.
But then something changed.
It started with one of my friends getting engaged. Then another told me his 
introduction was coming up the next month. And then another pinged to tell me 
he was getting married in April. All of a sudden my boys were all getting married.
Now, something started happening in me. Status quo was not going to do anymore. 
I wanted a change. But one month after I noticed I wanted a girl in my life I still 
had none. No girls were walking up to me and I wasn’t walking up to any either. 
It was obvious my want was not going to make much difference.
So I had to decide.
The difference between my new decision and my earlier desire for a girl was I was 
going to do something about it. You see, there’s this girl I always had a crush on. 
So I thought, if I was going to get a girl in my life, it would be great if she’s 
the one. I had learnt now, wanting won’t get me anywhere so I made another decision; 
I would ask her out.
So that Sunday, I put on my best attitude and my mother’s smile and pulled her aside 
after church. I didn’t exactly pull her aside, I merely pretended to innocently walk 
her to her car. On our way to the car I delivered my speech. It was perfect. It was 
like a Mercedes on the autobahn. My four hours of practice had not been wasted.
She smiled and looked me in the eye. My steady eyes and near-cocky smile covered up 
the riot going on in my head. But she did not let the suspense last too long. She gave
me an answer right there. What was her answer?
None of your business.
This article is about change not my fictional love life.
I could never have changed my status if I didn’t realize I needed to change it. 
I still wouldn’t have changed it if I didn’t make a concrete decision to change. 
Finally, my decision would have been nothing if I didn’t take an action in line 
with my decision.
Forget that saying that we don’t like change. Life is not perfect so we always want 
change one way or the other. To experience this desired change though you have to 
make a concrete decision and take action that will move you closer to your change.
Thank you for reading. And just in case you are wondering if that ‘psyching after 
church’ story is true, keep wondering. I don’t ‘psych’ and tell.

The changing times…

…Shift, transmute, convert, substitution, vary…these are all supposed to be the synonyms of  change, buh when we put the concept of “change and time” together, they all tend not to be effective enough at clarifying the concept of “changing time”…they say change is constant, that change is inevitable…change  is progress, change is development, change is regression…
…time…a period with limits…way of distinguishing events…moment…period…instance…here and now…they say time waits for no-one, it just passes on…no time for recess…time is the measurement for a life…aw it was spent and all…time itself is change…the cycle of life itself depends on time and change…
so enough of the whole “tryina sound smart tingy” above…the topic came to me bout a month ago…buh instead of devouring it alone i decided to make it open to some of my folks…here is what my good friend “Queen Oset” has to say…
CHANGE-Through the eyes of a grandmother.
I almost asked that the Lord take me home when I saw what a young lady wore to church last Sunday – what that thing was made from, I can’t tell; it was the flimsiest thing I had ever seen on a human.
And she strode confidently in it, swinging her waist to the rhythm of the drums, defying the eyes locked on her nakedness.
Hmm… The days we now live in… When I was a young girl, one wouldn’t even ever imagine wearing anything like that, even in the wildest imagination of dressing hawt(as my granddaughter taught me).
Sometimes, I bother my grey head trying to figure out what happened; and when it happened.
Even the weather has joined this bandwagon of change… When is it harmattan again? Someone, please remind me. We don’t know when to expect the rains anymore – they descend on us whenever they will.
Our children, they are no more those children we raised back then. Decency and good morals now lodge in the museum of antiquities. Courtesy? don’t even make me start on that one.
What happened to those days when young people were celebrated because of the hope we had in them – they embodied a tomorrow I wanted to live in. Today, I almost beg the Lord to take me before these young ones make that tomorrow… I dread it!
Heck! Even the food is now gone with the change. The things I find in food these days, only God can explain what they are or are meant to be.
This change… sighs.
This change has taken my children and given me grand ones. It’s trying to bribe me into loving it. When I laid my eyes on my first grandchild, I almost began to love this change. Now my great-grand child is close.
Dear change, don’t lose hope just yet, I may finally come around to loving you.
This change got rid of my good old 504 – my husband bought me that car when I turned 50 – and brought me a sleek Sportage… See another bribe!
What have I been saying sef? Even I have joined this bandwagon of change. All I need to do is look in the mirror!
This changing times… To love or not to love?

LUVZ TAL (what is love?)

…ife…amour…lief…amore…to feel romantic, sexual desire, longing for someone…their presence, touch…warmth…

Before you allow yourself get “love struck” try to know the other person almost 70%…disappointment can’t be avoided…heart breaks do happen…they do say love is very silly it blinds…that’s how beauty fell in love with the beast…

…someone said a broken relationship is better than a broken home…another person said why even try to make it work when it wasn’t programmed to work; that maybe twas just a means to an end…a trial and error kinda thing…a training ground or tutorial…

…so maybe break-up’s aren’t that bad after all…you with someone for some months and after a couple of misunderstandings y’ll call it quits and c’est fini; that’s all…so answer me were you now in love…

…let’s imagine for a second you had exchanged vows and she/he did something that irritated you…you ask for a divorce or what? …or separate…forgetting the countless number of times you misbehaved and was forgiven…buh that doesn’t surprise me…been that the world we now live in “booms” on broken homes and separated parents…and they all claim they were in love…really love…indeed…

…some say break-ups is a means to an end…hmmmm…were you find yourself out…knowing your errors and all…equipping yourself for the “one” etc…so why enter the relationship in the first place…the truth is am also kinda guilty of this…(lol)…when things are not going the way we plan; we tend to just give up on making it work…we just be like “I tried…on to the next one”…instead of finding a solution to the problem and making sure things work; you just back-out at any slight “hiccup” you get…and you tell them you love them…that they mean the world to you…

…we all want love…agreed…the yearning to receive it beats in the heart of everyone…the pursuit for it has cursed a lot of pain…because we fail to understand the concept of love and what it entails…we all want to be loved…we fail to realize that you can’t get what you don’t give…

What love is not…and what it is…

…love is not lust…these are two words that are often confused in our minds, music, movies, magazines, culture, relationships…

*love gives, lust takes*love values, lust uses*love endures, lust backs-out/subsides*love brings lasting joy/peace, lust never lasts (once you get what you want you out) *lust brings hatred and bitterness…

*love is not infatuation (overwhelming desire) *love  is not intensity for sex*love is a process, sex is an act (that has an end)*love is learned, sex is an interaction (that as an end) *love deepens a relationship*true love requires sacrifices always…

LOVE…never gives up…cares more for others than for self…doesn’t want what it doesn’t have…doesn’t strut…doesn’t have a swelled head…doesn’t force itself on others…isn’t always “me first”…doesn’t fly off the handle…doesn’t keep score of the wrong doings of others…doesn’t revel when others grovel…takes pleasure in following of truth…puts up with anything…always looks for the best/hopes…protects…perseveres…never fails…in short the love you have to be a “fool”…a “Dundee”… let’s all advocate for a world were true love “booms”

IS SHE TRULY MY MUM?

…the truth is every child has at a certain point/stage in his life wondered if the woman called mum is really your mum…I kinda also passed through that stage…the end result is that either the child and the mum end up having a bound that words can’t express…or end up  drifting far away from each-other…

…they do say a child is the joy of the family…buh I was like I don’t think that’s the same in my case; cos life with her is kinda bitchy…

…the holy word of the Christians says something like “in the last days sons will kinda be against their father and the same goes for the daughters and their mums…buh maybe tis the other way round…I mean who would have ever believed that she was my no 1; my first true love…now my 1st hate…

…buh chill a lil…what has the poor woman done?  …nothing o…absolutely nothing…

…buh the truth is at this stage when a child sees his mum as the antagonist of his life…she is seen as the “bringer of sadness” “the advocate to all things pathetic”…who doesn’t want your happiness…

We then say things like no one ever understands us/our world; why would she be one of those…you then wish things could be the way they used to be…those 1st few years/months of your existence when you were the “sole” purpose of her being…when she drowned you with all the affection and attention she could give…back then when you always had your way…

What we fail to realize at this point is that you are still that same “cute lil thing” she loved so much…still the same boy who was eager to tell her ‘bout your day in school…that now doesn’t want to spend 5 mins with her, all because you feel u are now all grown up; “a big boy”…she is now starting to ask too much questions…her wahala is too much…she should just stay on her lane because you are not in the mood…

…your hearts heavy or maybe “shattered”…your entire day has been a total “bliss”…buh as you open your front door the “grin” is gone…

…just finished having an exchange of words with her and you say to yourself “she started it” “she doesn’t understand me” “am all grown up”…you feel bad after the argument; then you are like only the person who started it can fix it…referring to her…your 1st

…one minute you are joking with her, the next she is advising you…

You say you just want to be alone, that you need some breathing space…jumping at every opportunity you have to leave home…small time you are already missing her…may be the delicious tantalizing cooking…or the fact that she buys her stuffs in pairs; so you both look like sisters…you surely know she cares deep down…your love for her is still strong…’tis just the way she shows the love that you don’t get…you have forgotten she’s not telepathic…she’s just doing what she feels is the best…something a simple sit-down can fix…buh no; pride and arrogance won’t allow…she probably sits you down; begging and advising that you should consider your ways…buh no listening ear is given still…

They say you’ll never miss water until it’s gone…you need to cherish every moment you have with her…you have to see her as “precious”…she was made specially for you…ask those who have none they will tell you how lucky you are…

…you were inside her for 9 months; less or more…she nurtured you all this while before this stage of ignorance/adolescence…all those years she knew what was best for you…knew when your crying meant you are hungry…when it meant your uncomfortable…when you needed to sleep…all these without you actually saying sh*t…she knew…so what makes you think she’s now ignorant to your needs and what you are going through…

…please just grow up…a simple sit down solves a lot…listen to her talk and make her listen to you too…trust me your mum backing you up through you journey in life is success assured coupled with hard-work and perseverance…so you two always need to be on the same page…always…

…just to answer your question…YES she is really your mum and she loves you more than you can ever imagine…so grow up…always make her proud…C’est fini….

THE POINT.

…my pen and my book is usually the way i express myself…people can’t seem to understand my world… those who do can’t seem to find a reason why it should be the way it is…with my pen in my hand and my book exciting…i can turn things inside out…making you see things the way i see them…’tis not my fault; was born this way…meant to be a “great blood”…it flows in my being…probably the reason for my existence…with my pen and my book i feel save…when “yellow” left my life…some vital parts my being were “kinda” lost…hoped to find it or get it back…and i did… “grey” came along…and even with the 50 shades…i still feel safe and i found myself;even in the confusion “grey” brought along…

…with my pencil and paper…am in a world of my making…a place were my world is not beyond my paper and pencil…where i can do whatever i want with it; without nobody questioning me…i could decide to throw it away, turn it into a paper plane, boat or something…but i would never do that, would I?…i’ll rather invest in that world by converting that little piece of paper into something magnificent…that any eye which beholds it would be amazed by it’s excellence…cos i would represent my mind on it to express the way i feel…the sorrow, the pain…the love, the hatred…so whosoever beholds it would appreciate what the work stands for…for with this am fulfilled…and until i get to this point am nothing…cos making the “littlest” of all impact is all i thirst for…

little advice to self…everyone believes to see…why not see to believe…that way you’ve most definitely  live your dreams…

…life’s full of choices…the easy way out is not always the best option…lots of sacrifice, endurance, pain…fall back…

“the point” is all “setbacks” are just a get up for a come back…

THE FOREIGNER IN OUR LIVES.

“Death is wicked, selfish and its the worst thing that can happen to someone. It has no regard for anyone, it’s the worst to experience. It comes slowly and takes suddenly without no permission it’s the most barbaric thing on earth, it’s rude and makes everyone cry without any apology…. “ANONYMOUS”.

“Death is the “great stealer” of life, comes when you least expect…Death is the “greater stealer” of life. Takes people you don’t expect to go…Death is the “greatest stealer” of life takes anybody it feels should go…and doesn’t care maybe it saddens or makes happy… “ANONYMOUS”.

let’s talk ’bout death…death travels fast…faster than the speed of light…death…the fastest way to put an end to a life of torture…Death…it is a thief, who can never be caught…have you lost someone?

has death ever stolen from you?

once you are dead…you gone forever…it has no cure…the greatest disease…a pain of the heart and mind…an end to the soul…a sorrow to the body…sadness to my people/your people….death…the foreigner in our lives…”ANONYMOUS”.

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