no friends allowed here.

i was talking to a couple of persons and the discussion veered to what kind of people we choose as friends.
and i thought i should share what my list of requirements are.
these are traits i cant stand in friends:

- i cant be friends with a bossy person- i cant stand bossy individuals, they are so stupidly opinionated and think they have a right to order your every move. when i see my friends put up with bossy friends i physically cringe.

- stupidly sensitive people: now, when my friends are broke i always call them poor people and vice versa..so i cant stand some very low esteemed person carrying stupid face for me cos i called the person poor.

- gossips: i dont want to be friends with someone who ill tell something and the next day i'd hear everyone talking about it and she'd say..'it just slipped out'. what kinda story is that one? thats why i must know you for a period of time before i can even call you my friend..some mistakes people make is calling me their friend when i only think of them as an acquaintance.

- malice keepers: now, i went to school in nigeria, i was very popular in high school so trust me when i say im very good at ignoring people and not talking to them for a very long period of time..i dont have a problem with it. but i think some people are very incredibly stupid and insistent on keeping malice just cos of a stupid argument or a very little problem. you are not my friend if i cannot argue with you and know that it wont affect our friendship. i feel like standing up and telling people 'LET IT GO WILL YOU?'. im very good at letting stuff go so i want people who i call friends to be like that too.

- one-boy-crazy: now, i dont have any problems with you being boy crazy, almost all my friends are boy crazy, i dont have any problems with you pining for a boy..it happens to the best of it, i dont have any problems with you getting heartborken esp. if the likeness was mutual but it just didnt work out but what i cant stand is when you know for sure that a guy doesnt like you again and you try so hard to impress hima nd side him in every damn thing..its like dude wake up and smell the coffee.
lol..my co-worker who i was discussing this list with was the one who mentioned this one and i was like..that is so true.

- liars: i'd rather you not tell me something than lie to me. say i dont want to tell you instead of lying to me. i cant stand people who lie. i just cant.

- low-self esteem: i cant stand being friends with someone i have to prop up all the time..i cant. i dont have the time to waste on you and your self- image issues. there was this girl i knew in highschool who was always crying about how guys dont like her cos shes not pretty...now, this girl is a very pretty girl oh but because guys never chyked her when she looked in the mirror she saw an ugly person looking back at her..i had to convince her through out high school and even convinced some boys in my ss3 to ask her out. this is a type of friendship i never in my life want to have again.

okay, im tired. i want you guys to tell me two things that you cannot tolerate and you cant be friend with people who have that trait.
please leave a comment i really want to know.

AFTER READING A COUPLE OF COMMENTS..I JUST WANT TO BE CLEAR THAT..THIS LIST HERE ARE THE QUALITIES THAT I CANNOT COMPROMISE ON...I DONT WANT SOMEONE WHO LIES TO ME, OR GOSSIPS WITH MY NAME OR CANT LET THINGS GO.ITS NOT LIKE I WANT MY FRIENDS TO BE PERFECT..I JUST DONT WANT THEM TO BE LIKE THE LIST ABOVE.AND WHEN I SAY I PICK MY FRIENDS I JUST MEAN THAT WHEN I COME ACROSS A CERTAIN GROUP OF PEOPLE AND I START RELATING WITH THEM AFTER A CERTAIN PERIOD OF TIME,I GET CLOSE TO SOME AND WE BECOME FRIENDS.JUST WANTED TO CLARIFY WHAT THIS POST IS ABOUT.

p.s: by the grace of God, im moving into a new apartment in the fall and im going to miss my roommate so much. we might not be the best of friends but we just get each other, very much.

fave fb status: the first man that started milking cows i think was a pervert...what the heck was he doing in the first place?

fave twitter update: The world continues to get smaller and smaller making me claustrophobic and the lines connecting us are starting to Strangle me.

i hope you have a very wonderful weekend. have fun, eat fruit, and sleep extremely well.

cupid missed

roses are red
violets maybe blue
let me tell you a story
of them, him and i

i miss him...
when my phone vibrates and a text message not from him comes in...
i miss him.

i walked away...i had to.did i mention that i am an expert at moving on?

today,
i deleted the inboxes on facebook, msn and yahoo!
a step towards closure.
couldnt get myself to delete the phone messages;
a piece of us;me and him.
went through them earlier on
when he was him and i was me
when the story was about him and i
not them.

let me tell you a story about them.
they crept in slowly.
a question there, a smile there
feelings nipped here, feelings tucked there
resentment harbored sprang to light
privacy unlocked and public let out
boundaries crossed and hearts broken
they fed on my sadness;
on my confusion;
on my careless words
this is the story of them,him, and i

trust ruined and suspicion crept in
confusion on my face as i wonder at the stories
novels and volumes already written
about him and i
body now flinches as he comes close
memories edited and replaced
lips overflowing with words now close in silence
eyes brimming with happiness now shine with regret
heart adorned by roses now feel the thorns
tongues entwined are now being released
gravity once forgotten now pull us back to earth
nights filled with the promise of tomorrow now darken with the decisions of today

are you really going to let them win?
you are just going to walk away now?after this long?
famous last words;
spoken as hope crept slowly out of his voice
as the feelings drip slowly from his heart
as the happiness once found die slowly from our lives
so as i walk away from him at this crossroad,
grasping at the fading stories of our memories,
i smile as i think of that infectious laughter;
that rings out from that numbered guy..that i shared with blogville.


i was born sometime in september;
223 days from today,
but i wasnt born for him.


this is not a poem,
these are merely excerpts of thoughts,
this is my story of them, him and i.

roses finally showed their thorns,
violet's colours finally faded,
there lies love's grave,
of the numbered man i craved.

hey blogville, how have you guys been doing? ive just been soo busy lately and so bored and tired of studying.mschewww.
you can ask me anything you want annonymously here: formspring.
about the post...i hope you do get the gist of it.i laughed after writing this, shook it off, gave a kanye shrug, then #ontothenextone.
the power of words still puzzle me, when i hear rumors and i let it get to me and it ruins my friendship with someone i care about...it reminds me that im still very immature.:-(

fave fb status: "Every morning, I get up and look through the 'Forbes' list of the richest people in America. If I'm not there, I go to work."

leggy's family valentine

valentine in my home has always been a big thing.
summarised, valentine in my household is a day when us siblings are always nice to each other, my mum takes us out to a restaurant and quits using us as slaves and my dad pays us to keep loving him.
see? everything works out and everyone is happy.
so for this valentine..im going to make my family my valentine.

-my dad- maybe i would have prefered money to all the attention daddy paid me over the years. all of my classmates envied my relationship with my dad..i thought he was a stalker, they thought he was caring...i thought he was obsessed with me, they thought it was charming.my dad has always been there for me..to shout at me, to torment me, to tell me to eat, to threaten to put me into a fattening room, to make me a very confident girl. my dad made the girl i am today.
daddy always talks about humility...everytime i tell him my result at the end of each term, each semester, he always says 'please dont let it get to your head, be humble'. if ive ever met a humble man in my life its my dad, my dad would go to a cousin's wedding and help them serve regardless of having sponsored the wedding..my dad always says that money will get you there but you have to let your character take you the rest of the way. daddy is an awesome human being and yes, he has faults.ill be the first to admit it..daddy never shows up early for anything to the extent my mum always set his schedule 2 hours earlier just so that he can make his appointments, daddy sometimes could sulk like such a little boy, yes, he had his faults.
but daddy brought me into this world, he made sure he just wasnt the guy who donated the sperm, he earned the right for me to call him daddy and him to call me child.

-mummy: i never got along with my mum when i was younger, i was a correct daddy's girl. as i grew older, i got closer to my mum, we could talk about anything.mummy never beat us regardless of what we did. she would shout though..ewo!!the woman can shout to high heavens that sometimes you'd even want her to beat you sef.
she is strong, she endures a lot and she tries so hard to bring us up in the right way and in the fear of The Lord. mummy was my daddy's girl..he always called her that..i remember us going out back home and hearing daddy tell the waiter..'im here with my little boy and my girls'....sigh...daddy was born to be ours.
mummy is the nicest woman you'd ever meet, she'd put up with so many relatives and she is so quiet and reserved and if she isnt out buying something or at work she is always at home.she'd tell us..'ulo dim anaghi achu m oso(my husband's house isnt pursuing me)'.
mummy is the best mum in the world and i love her very much.

isnt that what valentine is for?to show and acknowledge the people you love?
8.5 used to tell me..'you love someone?say it out..let them know'...my parents know that i love them but i just feel like i dont say it often enough.
so for valentine's day this year..i say a quiet prayer for my parents..that God will make His light of countenance shine upon them..that the Lord will bless them and keep them..amen.
i love you mum and dad.happy valentine's day.

fave fb status: Everybody has been talking too much about Val. for me, i just want to take him on a date to that romance-filled restaurant...look him straight in the eyes...and say those three sweet wordz. PAY THE BILL...

p.s: nigerian wedding websites are so awesome. you guys should totally check them out..just google nigerian wedding websites.you'd love them.
can you believe that i didnt eat anything today but sweets?mscheww. and im not even hungry?amazing.
have a lovely weekend guys.

*regarding the picture..i got it from the website of this wonderful nigerian photographer fred egan, you should totally check him out, he is awesome.no infringement intended on my part*

this unique family of ours

azazel: lol I question a lot of things. I am an avid question, therein lies my uniqueness


smilefreak: um...something that makes me unique...??? I've got socks with teapots on them :) Yes,I think that'll do quite well


neefemi: i'm 5"2 and still wear a size 10 1/2 is that unique enuff?


fabulola: what makes me unique???
Hmmmm
I stare in the mirror and laugh at my reflection?
Yes it makes me feel better and no im nt crazy.
Lol


rene: What make me unique? I'm extremely curious in a queer way


suru: something that makes me unique? I can't sleep well without socks on.


s[he] says: I can love and hate with equal ferocity, the same person


tisha: i can't hate. i don't have a problem still loving you even if its all gone sour. if you have lived this long (21) you will have found out that ur friends may sometimes betray and not everyone will be perfect, if you want to hate everyone who has done you wrong, it will be just crazy. i choose to love all the time, and move on and find love (not rebound) but true love again


cerebrally busy: i prefer the crust to any other thing on the pizza. i think that makes me unique, no??


mr. funnyhoneymoney: im quite a unique person im lefthanded and i write with my right hand, i wake in the midnight to drink water and listen to the radio amongst some other things.

~sirius~: hmmmm....i am unique because God told me I was carefully and wonderfully made.....hehehehehehe



geebee: Speaking of unique stuff, I’ve got one . . . I hate what most people love and I love what most people hate. I should feel weird but I feel natural.

beautiful: ok....i know alota people don't like writing exams but i loveeee writing exams, u know... the sleepless nights, just staring at ur bed wishing u could lie down, having to read wen u can be blogging or watchin a movie or even snoppin on fb...i don't know, i just love preparing for exams..and excelling at dem..lol. guess dat makes me weird abi? or maybe cos even in this my old age (i'm 20 and i'm working, graduated from uni last yr) pospy still rewards u HANSOMELY wen u pass exams.....

also, once i see a guy, the first thing i notice is not his shirt, belt or shoes or even his cute face, it's his LIPS....lol...maybe it's cos i love kissing sha o, i don't know. no matter how fine he is, if his lips are horrible or not juicy or pink enough or attractive enough, i just don't give him a chance to even say hello and if he does, i don't reply.....guess dat just makes me more weird

by beautiful.


BBB: my ability to love unconditionally, of giving everyone a chance to prove themselves before I judge

fragilelooks: Wot makes me unique.... MY EYES. UNLIKE MY EVERY ODA BODY PART,WHICH LUKS FRAIL, IT DEPICTS AN UNDERLYIN STRENGTH WITH ALL THE INNOCENCE OF A CHILD.. WITH IT'S BIG SIZE, IT GVES MY FACE A LIFT WIT AL SEXINESS AND HIGH POWER VISION. LOL. I LOVE MY EYES


annon: you know how girls always talk about how they dont like sucking dick?i love it. i think it tastes just like chocolate!!

and finally,

leggy: i give everyone a chance before i judge them, i try not to alienate people just because my friends dont like them..if they havent done anything to me personally i still try to be nice to them.

this was hard work..i got tired at a certain point as you will obviously notice.
click on any picture to see them clearly.
i hope you have a great week ahead.
yah saints won!!!!
WHO DAT!!!

my birthplace

i was born in Nigeria, did i tell you that?
that part of Africa where the sun sets
the land of the dark-skinned, of the Negroids
rhythmic scenes of childhood flash by
the sounds of the laughter and cries fill my head
familiar voices waiting to come into consciousness
scary dreams deep in the hot, dark night
the evil night that filled many childhood stories
memories of the many tortoise fables under the full moon
being passed from one hand to another,
pretty names, they called i, the little light-skinned baby;
lying through their teeth
i was born into a family where a baby was never called ugly, you see.

grew up in Nigeria, yes, i did.
father's scent fill my nose as i remember.
his legs tapping on the ground
as he tries and fails in vain to master the intricate movement of dance
mother's laughter ring out in my head
mocking father with a twinkle in her eyes.
the aroma of the soup boiling over,
feet stomping on the stairs;running for food
mother shouting in the beautiful language of the igbo tribe
yes, i grew up in Nigeria.
sounds beautiful doesn't it?
a life painted with the reflective colours of words
when i go back to the numerous scenes of adolescence
i laugh, i cry, i edit my memories like a pack of gum, i didn't like all the flavors
angry words spoken, the numerous tears shed.
they never understood me - mother, father and the whole world.

i left Nigeria, did i mention that?
numerous nights ago
and just as if i was the pillar holding it all together;
everything fell apart
the world turned their backs on us
our leaders use us as the pawns in their games of turmoil
the beloved setting of my childhood,
curses rain down on the land by her children.
we leave in trodes and large numbers
my beloved birthplace,
her trees like an old woman;s breast wither and die
her kids killing each other because they don't worship together
blood means nothing anymore in my birthplace,
corruption dances in the village squares,
while money has become a known orator.
hope tries to hold tight in the people's heart,
love left a long time ago without a backward glance.
i am Nigerian, did you know that?

as night approaches with silence,
i lay on the bed and waste in tears
praying for the better tomorrow
praying for the safety of my memories
in my beloved birthplace.
im nigerian, did you know that?

fave fb. status: Just be there for the rebound and dry her tears with your cock"

ill do the unique bloggers post for my next post.
tell me what you think about the poem.
have a very good weekend.
geaux saints!!who dat!!!