My Saturday

So had an appointment at one of my hairdressers. I have about three of them mainly because I need options incase one is fully-booked. Anyway, so I take a seat in front of her as she proceeds to prep the hair. I'm sort of a quiet person I mind my own business and hope others would do the same. Not be unfriendly or anything but I just don't like unsolicited attention from folk who just want to know your backstory for the sake of passing time. My life ain't a time filler.

Anyways so she proceeds to ask me some personal questions like what i do and such. I reluctantly let her know that I'm partly in college and partly working. She then asks me if I really need the money. In my head I'm thinking what a strange question. EVERYBODY needs money. I nod a simple yes. We then talk about other miscellaneous stuff but that question stuck in my head I kept wondering why she would think I didn't need money. Perhaps she felt I was young but still, at 22 earning money is essential the make up, the clothe. I mean Im at my prime and I need to attract these peacocks so i can get my house  on the hill and my 2.5 kids.

Anyway I guess some people make comments in passing that make no sense whatsoever. Especially hair dressers with time to kill. Ciao

P.s I'm need to start questioning people about their lives better yet just start random convos about random stuff just so no ones asking bout my life. Because in the end they end up knowing loads about me when I don't even have their name. I never bother cause like i said i mind my own.

Welcome to Lagos

The title of this post comes from a BBc doccie that aired this week. My twitter timeline was full with tweets about this doccie so I had a look. I'm glad I did cause now i can say i have an iota of an idea how resilient and resourceful these folk can be. Its no secret Nigerians are hustlers, from 419 to legit business anything to survive.

Sadly though, the documentary only concentrated on the slum dwellers. which was a shame I'm sure Naija has more to offer than this. On a brighter note I will say that the folk depicted in the film were some of the most positive people I have seen. It made me reflect on the things I worry about, which are REAL problems just like everybody else's but sitting on my ass sulking and asking God why me aint the answer. i just gotta keep on living.

It also reminded me of real hard work I had forgotten what that was about. Anyway check out this great documentary. Its up on youtube just search BBc welcome to lagos. Its a two part episode and with youtube's video restrictions of 10 min you'll have to see it it in ten min parts each episode should have 6 of these. Check it out and lemme know your thoughts.

Lagos: How It Works

I'm so troubled by this....

I once wanted to be a journalist and since I ain't dead yet maybe someday I will pursue this dream. So there is a so called journalistic principle that states something to the effect of, relay but don't touch. In other words report on the news take pictures of the news but please don't involve yourself, thereby fudging the story. Well my view is FUDGE all you want. Rules are meant to be broken.

Case in point, Kevin Cater was a photojournalist who took the now famous photo of a emaciated Sudanese girl who was being stalk by a vulture. *sigh* 

I HATE judging people so I wont do it this time around but i will question this tragedy.Granted he's there to do his job, but what can stop you from attempting to help this child. Surely it cant be journalistic principles it has to be deeper than that. i refuse to believe thats the only thing that can keep one from helping is a set of rules thought up for you. How many times have people broken the law or some regulation or whatever this example here is just a prime example of when to break away from journalistic principles. Journalistic principles shouldn't take away your soul.

There are conflicting stories on whether this man simply walked away from this child after the picture or that he indeed helped afterwards, either way i'm sure that that principle aforementioned has done a lot of damage. I honestly believe it would be better journalism if he had taken a picture of the child receiving help, of him chasing that vulture and even more moving, a  picture of the child graduating from a prestigious university 10 - 20 years down the line. Thats the kind of journalism i wanna see. All this hopelessness ain't journalism at all.

Many have said that perhaps he did not help on account that he would have to help all the other people around him. Well, i think that we can only do as much as we can but if you cant help a dying child standing meters from you then i just have no words. Helping 10 children would have been better than nothing. A thing only becomes impossible if you don't try but trying is the essence of living. people wake up each morning trying, trying to be better trying to improve their lives.

I also think helping others helps the helper as well. It may be crazy to say this but Kevin Carter was said to be going through a lot and the negative statements made about him after his picture won an award drove him to commit suicide. Well i have a theory had he helped this child in the way I stated above it could have saved his soul.It would have given light to his supposed tortured soul. Life is about choices.

Here is a link to a more detailed overview of what actually transpired: Kevin Carter back story

Waxing Lyrical

He sends shivers down my spine. He is just one of the few men in the lime light that I have a weak spot for. His just too adorable.

The one drawback is that he 's short,but concessions will have to be made. Cause boy oh boy is his driving sexy, all that aggression, near perfect turns and don’t get me started on the overtakes *fans self* shoo that boy takes me places when he overtakes.

His British charm is also a factor. The accent. The manners. swoon

JUST ANOTHER STAND-UP GUY!

Hip-Hop

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It’s sad how I fed in that junk day in day out. It was the aloha and omega of my music world. I never questioned it. Always stayed loyal. Not anymore.

Since this revelation I’m looking at my life and letting go of all the things that don’t make sense anymore. All those things that have been catching a free ride due to complacency on my part and my lack of scrutiny of habits formed over the years. Reinvention is my new religion. Newness everyday. I don’t wanna be the same olg G. Cool as that sounds. I wanna be a better version of myself each progressive day. Not the same old G hanging with the same ole crew. Growth is beautiful it’s vital in the process of life so as to not get jaded with it. Which can lead to depression I should imagine. I hold no loyalties Friends. I can’t guarantee that I’ll always be me. Me happens to be too big too wide to high to be defined. I’m growing y’all and I simply love it. Just embracing my thoughts.

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Jamming to la roux at the minute. This album is all types of awesome. ( album goes by the artist name, if you wanna cop that.)
Lyrics are crazy good. Their young fun and original perfect stuff to my current boy situation.
I’m starting to think hiphop was a blemish. I can’t justify that stuff they sing about. Plus it just makes you wanna live beyond your means. Start craving for a lifestyle you may or may not need. I’m taking back my mind. I hear proclaim to stop listening to misogynistic music. I don’t wanna claim self righteousness merely responsibility. I have to justify my music. It’s gotta make sense. And I gotta relate.

huffing and puffing for you

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mi carazon...
how y'all doing?( wish this comp had my iphone predictive text) So this week i read alot of half ass blogs and some really good ones and some middle of the road ones. Then that demon in my head is telling me to quit but I will not I will struggle till I make this something. I just wanna be proud of my work. its somewhere in there and imma wrench it out.


Part of the problem is I'm still figuring out my style. i hate long serious blogs i love short witty ones. But sometimes I come across whimsical long pieces that i can read but generally 10 sentences in and I'm out. That's one of the reasons I keep mine short as well. Im catering to like mind folks whose attention span doesn't come cheap.( that makes sense)

Another stumbling block out in this trecherous world of blogging is that im not that brilliant. i mean i thought i could sit here and just type gloriously into a masterpiece. Reality is that for that kind of brilliance. i need to research and make this like a serious job. Dont worry I'm not quiting my day job, but i will put more effort. Consequently my blog posts will get longer which I dread but whatevs there is no turning back now. My minds made up.

So forgive me in advance for any long winded blogs and the dry jokes that will sometimes feature. I'm just trying to get there, trying to make that dream blog that will have you all eating out of my palm.Hopefully one day I'll look back at these days of turmoil and be humbled and not take this writing business for granted. Aluta continua

Met a Twitter killer today

Maybe I’m showing my ass. But I just thought the whole point of Twitter was to tweet yo thoughts. Read your timeline and @reply whatever tweet you had a thought on.

But dude over here is ranting and raving bout folks who jump into conversation when his already on a repoire with someone. I totally get that. But you can’t fault someone for chipping in. It showed up on their timeline and they had something to say. That’s Twitter HELLO!!! Anyways when I get random replies that I don’t care for I just quietly ignore.

I hate unfollowing folk but I will unfollow this Twitter killer, I foresee more altercations based on this difference of opinion.

nudity

Hands up if you like seeing naked bodies. I don’t. I find it crude and repulsive. Why would I want to see your elements.

High school shower time was high trauma for me. It’s was just a sea of nudity. Small big light patchy strangely wrinkly curiously deformed. I mean people have a lot going on underneath their clothes. And all I’m saying is I can only cope with my own nudity.

Stream of consciousness!

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Stumbled upon a couple if blogs this week. Both curiously pertaining to prostitution. You can log off at this point , I understand. Anyways, sex work is a shit job in my opinion and benefits women nada. Admittedly there are a few former sex workers who claim it’s a job like any other. But it’s not, is it? Anyway maybe im just mad that they getting some.LOL

So last night i was flipping through channels and came a cross a doccie on women. It was a piece on feminism.A bunch of them started crying as this androgynous looking female delivered a speech about the current portrayal of women in magazines. I honestly thought WTF y'all are overeacting but then i caught myself and thought actually the backstage life of all that glamour models sell is pretty bleak.Women fall prey to sexual predators guised as photographers. Girls die DAILY from anorexia and other self hating body image related issues because of the pressure media and society as a whole puts on them.

And i started thinking, what if I'm ignorant of my ignorance what if I'm blind to my own victimization as a woman. I wouldn't say I'm oppressed per se but what affects other females around the world affects me too. There are countries presently i wouldn't travel to based upon their treatment of women.
We walk around feeling like we have rights but we really don't. Looking around, this world is still very patriarchal.Women are barely present in positions of leadership. An abortion debate is going on where women, in my opinion need to take the lead. I believe they would come up with the best solution. Obviously they know first hand how they get into situations where they start considering abortion. And i believe the solution would involve more on prevention compared to the current argument of yes abortion and no abortion.
I swear I'm gonna read up on this shit. I'm a feminist from now on. Now, where are those DC albums...

My Twitter is not a democracy

Twitter is my spot. I come to chill and have random conversation with random folk. But once in a while you get Stifflers. People who wanna stiffles your ideas. Don’t know why they just can’t be indifferent. My Twitter is not a democracy. I tweet what I like. Change my profile when the urge arises. It’s all in good fun. So when people come around to tell me how to run your my Twitter. I get hellah mad. For me it’s simple if you don’t like how I tweet or whatever unfollow I might or might not be cut up about it. But please don’t @reply with some rudeness. My Twitter experience is more about tweets and less about handle. If an unknown tweeter pop on my timeline. My knee jerk reaction wouldn’t be to unfollow. That’s counterintuitive. I only unfollow folk who i can’t stand people I find offensive or crude.

On the other hand I understand folk who would like to tell me their problem with how I tweet. It’s natural. If you have a problem with a particular tweep you address it with that tweep. I’m not sure I like that. Cause in the end i just feel stiffled.Quiet honestly I wanna attract open minded folk who don’t mind my sheninigans. I can’t please the masses its impossible. I won’t even try.

I like dreamers, triers non-conformists so if you can’t take my quirkiness let’s us part ways roho safi! Let’s leave bureaucracy to government.

Stuck on stupid

Someone managed to get under my skin this past week and I must say it doesn’t take much. And my friends is one of my many flaws. I can never seem to let go of a foolish arguement. I know that i know this person lacks the objectivity to see things as they are but i can never let go.Arguing with fools will not be the death of me but it’s damn near close. I can never seem to mentally brand someone as an idiot and simply walk away like your suppose to. Instead I sit there and argue to no end.

The subject of dispute was Lady gaga.I know she's not everyones cup of tea but bear with me. One of my tweeps said she was contrived. Needless to say i was HORRIFIED. I mean when you say the words contrived i picture someone out there trying their damnedest to be something but fail miserably. Case in point is Beyonce(I'm a fan by the way). When Bey does ghetto stuff I always cringe for her cause COTDAMMIT she ain’t ghetto. Even before DC was making much mulah her rents weren’t doing badly in fact her dad earned a six figure salary.No,really. Later he quit his job to be a full time manager for DC. Yes their standards of living depriciated but not to ghetto level mama knowles owned a salon.

Back to this argument.So this person i was going back and forth with is an avid fan of Michael Jackson(MJ) but she thinks GaGa is contrived? How now? If you can appreciate the over the top-ness of MJ why not gaga. I mean MJ wore a silver glove for the sake of being different. His outfits his videos,everything was over the top. For me I think that’s passion. Artistic people are like that. Their art consumes them. But this person keeps insisting that gaga is just being different for the sake of it( effing hater) and that makes her normal? How now?

I learnt sometime ago you can never reason with evil if someone is dead set against someone for whatever reason nothing can deterr them. When you start hearing statements like ”being different for the sake of being different makes you normal” pls walk away. That statement daent even make sense.( if u see the sense in that kindly explain)

Well, I was so mad I unfollowed.#judgeme

The comeback kid

I had taken a hiatus from blogging. This time i better make it work.

I once had a fierce passion for literature in my early years but interest faded with the onset of teenage angst and my interest turned to music and other less savory activities.I will let your mind wonder.

Another factor was that I discovered so many great writers and instead of admiring and aspiring i gave up.But now I'm back from the brink. Back to the pursuit of happiness through writing. Bye bye to all that hormonal imbalance and inferiority complex le'me embrace this blog,do my time on it once a week and see what happens.

Liberty

The older I get the less of a toss I give. It's so exhilirating it's unbelievable how caged up I was I mean for what for whom God knows me and he know my heart he knows my desires so whatevs. They can say whatever imma do whatever! Shout out to rihanna!Deuces!

The one that I let slip

Kaloss was the gayest dude ever. Funny how his been on my tonight. Hmmmn... Technically he ain't really gay but he does have gay tendencies.he is outlandishly clean and the worst was when he flossed after every meal, including 10 o'clock break I mean really who glosses after a packet of crisps. ( insert a hearty laugh)Awww but that was cute.

Turns out he is a hot shot DJ thesedays go figure. One of us is famous. I always wanted to know how that felt you know. To know a person before and after the fame.I can honestly say he hasnt changed much ,thats a good thing.He still the genuine guy i used to know. Damn i have taste LOL

AboUt turn

Cause I'm in too deep, further than I wanna be.
Cutting my ties moving from the sea closer to the land
where it's stable where it's sound.
There's always a mountain to climb
I'm up for it!

The mystery that is........

Love..........I think I heart him but he
He ain't interested
So I turn around to leave
but my heart is having none of that
so we stay.
Unrequited love.
It's so clear in my heart,
it's a perfect fit
but I'm in fantasy world
cause he don't feel the same.
In this alternate reality I reside as I look for things to unfold.
Maybe tommorrow I won't b this pathetic.
Maybe I'll find someone new.