Monday, May 17, 2010

see what I MEAN


It's saturday and it's damn hot,been trying all morning to see how I could post on my blog,(that's my punishment for being a computer illiterate),don't blame me,I'm a lazy girl but I really want to make Waky proud and make nyself happy.
I've had my bath 5 times and I prefer that to swimming,I've got a phobia for water or rather:mmong anem ke cup.
It's my dialect's way of saying-water is sweeter in the cup.
Yesterday something funny happened to the guy that's supposed to be y boyfriend,there's this girl he thinks she isn't worth shit,he kinda tries to avoid her but she feels he's her man.
Yesterday the bride(as I call her) came from her school(from another state)to spend the night with Mr.somehow hot.He called me and was telling me of the latest development and how he feels,yeah,I laughed my best or what else what i suppose to do?
I don't get jealous so easily,God blessed me with self-confidenceenough for a whole state and I don't joke with it,well,the bride went back this morning on okada.
i felt bad for her.
A lot of girls really need to do some homework on their self-esteem,no girl deserves some of the trauma they face and the bad part is,they bring it on themselves,I think guys respect every girl that respect herself.
I'm very gender-conscious but I don't like these pep talks that favour girls more than boys,I know we're morw special than the guys-anatomically,physiologically,psychologically,spiritually Yeah,in every possible ramifications but the truth is this pep talks on speciality of the female makes us think with our hearts instead of our heads and,boy,that's dangerous.
By the way,I trust Mr,somehow hot to know they didn't go further than french kissing.


I came home to see your note
You said you couldn't bear it anymore
My screams,my misery,my guts,
You said you couldn't bear it anymore
You said you were gone.

You're Gone?
After all these years?
Left me alone?
Oh dear one,there's so much to bear,
You said you were gone.

I cried and wept and mourned
Just for a day,
You're gone
But i've not missed my way
Instead,I've had so much done.

I washed my hair and ironed my dress
I sang a song instead of groaning and murmuring
I took a walk to ease the stress-
(instead of cursing a nd wailing)
And I didn't move into a moving lorry.

I didn't take a handful of sleeping pills
or find a rope to hang on my neck,
I haven't forgotten to pay up my bills
or mistakenly hit the deck
You said you were gone.

Thursday, May 13, 2010


I made a list of ten
a list with my blue pen
a list of who and who
a list for the eyes of men

1. First,God,as it ought to be
Next is You,my life,my love and all.
Next is you, my endless love
Next is You, my hero.

5. Then You,my pride
Then You,my hope,the hope i cling to
And again,You, my Baby
Then You.
You,my Everything

10. Me,Its for you

I made a list of ten
a list of for the eyes of men
I made a list of ten
There it is....


To some it's a bed of roses
to some the roses om the bed have thorns
to others,it's a bed with no rose.

To some,it's a mystery
to some,it's a revelation,
to others,it's all history.

To some it's beautiful
to others,what ciuld be more ugly
but to some,the beauty is not full.

To some it's tragic
to some,it's normal,
to others,it is romantic.

To some,it's being the best
to others,it's being just average,
yet,to some,it's being the rest.

To some,it's all about people
to some,it's all about themselves
and to others,it's all about people.