Though, Hope is Frail, It's Hard to Kill...

Oh well, so I came back in earlier than anticipated and thought great! I'll have an earlier than scheduled retirement to bed which means I can get up early tomorrow, give me ample time to get dressed and perhaps just be lucky to sit in the front row in churh. But that was 1 hour ago and sleep still refuses to come. You'll think that by now, i'll have learnt not to drink 'Red Bull' close to bedtime, right? Well, like I said, I didn't plan on coming home this early.

Anyroad, since I couldn't sleep, I decided to browse, do some research on my new business and this and that. So, I went on to You tube and searched for some videos. I was really chuffed when I found Mariah Carey and Whitney Houston's Miracle video, I mean, this is my favourite song of all time. I watched the video and it bought tears to my eyes! The lyrics to me, were deep and so, I thought i'd share. Some of us are going through some sketchy patch at the moment and I thought it would be nice to remind us that there indeed can be a miracle. All we need do is to BELIEVE!

Enjoy!




Daddy and I haven't had the best relationship and there are things I wish we did. I came accross Luther Vandross' video (may his soul rest in perfect peace) and it made me reflect. So, I decided I was gonna send this video to his mobile. Anyhoo, I thought you might like to share this too with that special man in your life too, so here it is.



Whilst on this topic, I thought it best to show my appreciation to the most influential person in my life. The one who God gave to me as my angel on Earth, to be my rock and my support. Words alone cannot qualify my love for you but this is just one of my little way to show how much you mean to me. I love you always Mum!

P.S: Buki, I also dedicate this to you -for your mum. :-)



Enjoy the rest of your weekend y'all!

Peace!

Don't Shock Me to Make Me!

This is advertisement gone mad! Don't they realise that children will see this and start asking their parents awkward questions? I mean, how much more do we have to take? Do we need shock factor in order to be persuaded or should I say bullied to watch their programmes or buy their products? What is the yardstick for advertisement in this country anyway? Do they have a censor board? It is getting out of hand and leg! I am going to write and complain about this. It is afterall not I want to wake up, walk to the stop and see every damn morning! Someone has to do do something about this.

Isn't this one of the reasons why their children are ill behaved and their teenage girls keep pooping out 'rug-rats' like a baby making machine? The have to address the ills that is fast befalling their nation and I know that when my children come, they will not be part of this mess they call civilisation! Sex doesn't have to be pushed down my throat. For goodness sake, I know when to ask for it.

I guess you're wondering what's got Dessy worked up this beautiful morning, afterall she's an angel who wouldn't dare hurt a fly ( I know, I know...lol).Well, I did notice it some days ago, but I brushed it off and didn't let it hold too much water. But, not until I came accross it this morning again, at my own stop. My own bus stop o, people! How dare this silly advertisers put up the poster of 'Trinny & Susannah' on my bus stop shelter? See, the poster is not just of Two women standing there fully clothed, but of them with a unsightly looking nake man and woman. Fine, they could have put this on a billboard where children will have to stretch their little necks to see but no, they decided to put it on a bus shelter directly opposite a school! Can you just imagine a 5 year old with her mother or father at the bus stop asking, "Mummy, what is that thing between that man's legs? Why is that woman puting her hand over it"? or "why is that woman's chest swollen"? And you know what the children in this country are like. They ask you the most embarrasing questions that you'll have to think long and hard before you answer. They are notorious for asking this questions in public places too, i.e, my little 5 year old niece asking me what tampons are for on a queue in the supermarket whilst I was waiting to pay for my purchase. The look on the faces of the other customers was priceless! I was like. Er..em..oh...I'll tell you when we get home, to which she replied, "tell me now". Come and see longer throat at those silly customers were stretching their neck to hear my response. Nonsense!

Anyway, I do think they've gone too far this time and I sure will be making a complaint and hoping that my niece wouldn't get to see this before she starts asking her parents questions.

You Dey Bleach O, You Dey Bleach!

Shade just loves getting her way everytime because she says the last time she checked, the word 'No' wasn't in her dictionary. But then I wondered if she checked yesterday. For the 7 long years we've been friends, her dictionary has remained the same, disallowing updates. So, I have now come to the conclusion that no new entries will be made - at least, not ones that I nor anyone else comes up with.

Shade dearest was meant to be in the states for 3 weeks break as she has been so stressed out lately she said. Stressed out ke? Shade has never held a job in her life. She's been a student for as long as I can remember, which is why I wondered what could have stressed my friend out. For anyone who is within ear-shot, Shade would broadcast that she is doing her project and it's killing her o cos she has to study so hard so I guess the stress is from the headache of having to study so hard. Yeah right!

However, rather than my friend having this deserved rest she's been craving, she wouldn't. Being the business woman that she is (Iya Ijebu) an idea struck her and she thought, "surd it!instead of resting, why don't I get 'Omo-boy' (some 'mugu' from her Uni, who is obviously smitten by her, he would spend his last pocket money on her) to send me some Sterling, by some handbags at knock down prices and sell it at exorbitant prices in the UK.

So, I was on the bus home, jejely reading my 'Feel the fear and do it anyway' when my phone went off. I looked at the number, not recognising the number, I answered.

Me: "Helloooo, Buckingham Palace, Dessy speaking" Yes, I do see myself marrying Prince Williams next year and I have therefore started practising my phone manners.

Shade: "Olo mi" Instantly, I knew my friend has something up her sleeves. She knows i'm a sucker for Tosin martins, so she knows to use that to sweeten me up.

Me: "oh no"! I mumbled. I wouldn't have answered if i'd known it was her. I just didn't have time for a long talk on the bus.

Shade: "Ki lo wi?" (what did you say?)

Me: "Nothing o. So, you're back!"

Shade: "Yes, i'm back. Infact, I have some goodies for you o, come and see leather bags" Yes, she got me, she knows how much I love leather handbags.

Me: No problems. I'll call you later when I get home so we can arrange when to see.

Shade: "No o, i'm coming to your place today".

Me: "But you just got back, you need to rest".

Shade: "Nevermind about that, I need to get a few things.".

Me: "What"?

Shade: "I need to fix my hair".

Me: "Sooo?"

Shade: "You know you have good eyes for hair extentions now...." See this 'Alagbari".

Me: "Shade, No way Ozay! I'm doing no such thing... I felt the fear and said it anyway. I'm getting somewhere with this book.

Two minutes of No way, Yes way, I finally succumbed to her. Of course, not before she promised yours truly a correct LV bag (which to God i'm hoping is authentic because I know my friend doesn't give in that easily especially when it comes to something that could fetch her money). But knowing this chikito, she'll give me one LV bag and take something worth more from my closet. She's clever like that!

Anyway, we got to the beauty shop and Shade finds her way. I was browsing through the hair and skin products on display when I spotted the the lightening cream section. I walked up to the shelf to feast my eyes and have a bit of a laugh. I picked them up one after the after the other and with each one, I became more puzzled. I decided to pick one which read 'whitening cream' and that infuriated me. I could feel the presence of someone nearby so, I raised my head to share my disgust with another black, beautiful yet proud woman like myself. What do you know, I got the exact opposite of who I had in mind.

I met fact to face with a 'pepper yoyo' who from her reaction, I could tell has been watching me curse at the products and obviously wasn't too happy to share in my "Black is Beautiful"tete-a-tete. She obviously doesn't believe such crap! I looked at her face which I have to say wasn't bad at all. It was smooth like a new born baby's bum. I then worked my eyes to her arms and Eewooo! I pitied her veins, they were literally begging me to tell her to stop killing them as they were fighting to stay in her skin (poor green things). Then I thought, the feet can't be so bad. On looking at the feet, I had to wipe my face to check that I hadn't gone partially blind because surely, these feet do not belong to a fair woman o. I checked again to be sure that I wasn't looking at my own black feet! The woman's feet were black! Maybe, just maybe she had an accident and her own feet were amputated so she had to make do with a donor's. That is the only plausible excuse I could find.

I saw that this woman wanted to say something and by the look of it, it wasn't going to be - Oh, I like your glistening dark skin, can you tell me what cream you use? So, I used my head and decided to take to my heels but not before I sang a little song. I suppose she liked Fela, so I chose this one:

Yellow, Fever nko?E dey!
Original and arti-fi-ci-al, e dey!
You dey bleach o, you dey bleach!.
You dey bleach o, you dey bleach!

I can hear loud footsteps behind me...should I wait and see if it's Shade or...? No way, Yoruba has a saying; They say, "ki oju ma ribi, gbogbo ara logun e" meaning, For eyes not to see something bad, the whole body is the cure (Yes, that was a direct translation...lol). Ofe! I ran to the car.

If Shade loves herself, she'll meet me in the car before someone whups my ass. And, by the way, today is the day we make a new entry into Shade's dictionary. Yes! I'm entring the word "No"! I will 'Feel The Fear And Do It Anyway'!

So much love, not enough ways to say THANKS!!!

Hey bloggers, what gwan? It's been a bit hasn't it? Well, yours truly have been around but a bit busy. It's not easy being a chikito you know. Lol...

How was your weekends now? Got up to anything interesting?

Well, this is just a quickie to say many thanks to each and everyone of you for dropping by and keeping a sista company. I will be back in a very short while to gist you but in the meantime, I will like to give a shout out to LondonBuki for being such an inspiration to me. Yes, this babe has inspired me to love my mum more and to keep fit...well, started on the journey of keeping fit. To Adaure, my prayers are with you and you shall come out victorious.

To Mena, my favourite chikito, where the heck are you? I'm missing my weekly fix girl! To Naijabloke, which one now, my guy? How you dey? Diamond, thank you. Nneka, the pretty...glad you got your money back girl. In the event of 'next time', give the South London crew a shout and we'll show those Lidlers a thing or two...lol. We bad like that you know. Prod3, gosh! How do you say your name? Thanks.

I should be back sooner than you know it.

Toodles for now!

Two Black Wankers, Sitting On a Bus

There are times when being a Londoner is absolutely beautiful, but yesterday was obviously NOT one of them.

One of the numerous things I enjoy about this city is the bus rides (albeit, it can be like sitting in a fishmonger's shop in the sumer) as it gives me the opportunity to see a lot of things, people and all sorts. I particularly like the front seat because it gives me a front and side view of all goings - owns which is perfect! One of my fetishes is handbag. I love leather handbags so much that I could forfeit my food expenditure for the month to buy them. Yes O. So, sitting on the bus in the city gives me ample access to feast my eyes on the latest fad and what chicks are into these days. My oh my! London city chicks know how to strut their stuff, I tell ya.

Anyway, so the bus got to London Bridge and just where it makes a turn into Tooley Street, I saw this big red billboard with fergie of 'Black Eyed Peas' spread out on it and it made me wonder. Aside Beyonce who is virtually white anyway, with her long blonde hair extentions and her nearly white skin which seems to be getting lighter in every video, would a black person ever get such chance to be the centre of attention like Fergie is now? Hmm...that made me ponder for a while.

I had to snap out of my own little world when some two loud and obnoxious Nigerian men who from their looks and mannerism are obviously fresh from the boat, boarded the bus. They got comfortable in their seats and delved into their headline. "Obasanjo shows Atiku pepper". It was hard not to listen in to their conversation as they made it our business. They were so loud that you would have to look out the window, just to be sure that you weren't at Alade market or Oke-arin. I shifted, I grumbled but no o, whoosai? I mean, why do some of us Nigerians have to be so loud and soooooooooo obnoxious?!

As if that wasn't bad enough, a fly found it's way into the bus and you should have seen these Naija men jump. At first, I thought the bus had hit the car in front only to see these two grown black men scrambling for their newspapers, so they could hit the poor fly. They hit the fly with their 'Metro'. One of them succeded in killing the fly and on lifting the paper, he blew the dead fly my way and that thing found it's way into my cleavage! Ha! What sort of embarrasment is this? I wanted to jump and slap the man but he was oblivious to what had happened! I had to calmly dig, swish, swash into my bra to fish the bloody fly out but the thing found it's way to my lap! The man sat next to me obviously didn't see what had happened and was transfixed by me digging my hand between my thighs. That must have made the bloody perv's day but I couldn't be bothered. I had to get this nasty thing off me.

I had a visit from an insurer today! Is he sexy or what?!!! Tell you all about it later. But for now, Lunch calls...

See ya!

Those Good Old Days!

It hasn't even been 24 hours since I started blogging, yet i've gone on a nicking rampage! anyway, seeing that sleep isn't gonna come just yet (It's 5.41am here in the UK), I decided to visit a few of my online chikitos, which Adaure being one of my favourite spots and I found this! Girlfriend had me reaching for a kleenex!

Well, i'm sure most of you might have seen it but here it is anyway.



Doesn't this just bring tears to your eyes when you remember the days of 'Behind the Clouds'? Oh! I miss those days and miss being a child!

Anyhoo, see you around soon!

We have Lift Off!

So, I decided to join the blog world after reading so many interesting ones. I am so impressed by my Nigerian chikitos.They are something else aren't they? I have to say, I am really hooked on Temmytayo, Nneka, Mena, Onada, Adaure(oh! Those wedding websites! What have you done to a sista eh?) to name but a few.

It's so hard to get anything done at work these days without checking up on what my girls are up to in the blog world. And yes, check out Bella and Naijagirl, those babes really know their onions in fashion and Nigerian entertainment, don't they? London Buki is another good one. There is a very firm favourite that rivals temmtayo in my heart and for the life of me, I can't remember the name of her blog at the moment but would definately come back to me in time. See, i'm not a fantastic writer but i'll try my possible best to articulate my thoughts in words. I will try.

Well, what would I be ranting about? A variety of things, as they come to me. Work, friends, fashion, a whole host. My day to day activities if possible but let's wait and see eh? Please do come round to keep me company sometimes -you know how boring and silly it can be talking to oneself don't you?

I hope this would be fun.

Go around, come AROUND!