Tuesday, 17 August 2010

Mid-Month Randoms

Its 1:25pm; i'm in the office and my boss just gave me a lecture on appreciating God in my life. I think he's full of shit. A week ago he gave our assistant unit manager a two-weeks suspension without pay because the man didn't pick his phone quickly enough - it was during the weekend, too. Of course everybody knows he just doesn't like the man, he's been beefing the man for like weeks now; the phone thing was just an excuse to swing around his weight. Blasted hypocrite, onye-oma Emeka.

I had a fight - and i mean a fight, like fisticuffs - with one of my friends last friday. Then we met up again at a bar and drank over it. But i'm still pissed off whenever i remember it. What happened was we were all sitting together in the office - me, him, and two other guys (lets call'em N, M, and O) - we are all real friends, plus we all work at the same place. Ok, so it was after work hours, and we are relaxing, waiting for N and O's babes to show up. Then its time to go, and N says he's looking for his dvd, says he believes i have it, and demands to search my laptop bag. I refuse. He insists and drags my bag; bag goes southways. He scatters my stuff and walks away. I'm stunned; i walk back to him and asks him wtf was that. He says its what it is, and wtf am i gonna do about it? I'm staring, like stupid stunned - and i didn't even have the frigging dvd. Then he delivers the bombshell: kay, u can't do shit about it. Says it repeatedly to my face.

Jesus wept.

Anyway, long story short, i go outside and wait for him. He comes out, and i give him a resounding right hook he's gonna remember for a long time. Oh, i forgot to mention, he's like two heads taller than i am, and almost twice as big. But you know the thing about righteous fury; it makes you invincible. It didn't last long tho, we got separated pretty quick. M was really angry with us both, said we were embarrassing him fighting like little secondary school boys. O says we are delaying his beer, and God help us if his babe gets tired of waiting and goes back home. N came over later at the bar, acting all nice, offering to light my cigarette each time i pulled one out. So everybody drank himself into a stupor and forgot everything.

But mehn, i still get angry remembering it; how can u eff-up so bad on somebody and still have the nerve to tell him something like that - YOU CAN'T DO SHIT ABOUT IT.

My coy is owing salaries again, and by God i need dough right now more than CBN.

I didn't go to the rig afterall; someone else was sent. Tough shit.

Monday, 9 August 2010

I Confess To Almighty God...

Hi Blogsville, guess what? Today is my birthday. I don't have anything cool or super-tight to blog about, just a simple post. A simple birthday post. A simple birthday post confession.

I've been partying since thursday; me and my friends now have permanent seat reservations at Daniel's (its a club in GRA, P.H). By saturday evening i was knocked-out, and then i made a sudden realization - its all been a fcuking waste of time. I went to church on sunday and felt better.

I know i should have said this a long time ago, but i just couldn't; i didn't know how to say it, i guess i was just ashamed of myself.

Z and i aren't together anymore - its been like three months now. And if you're wondering, yes, that's what i meant by Changing the Lock.

Ada-bekee and Rep1 are wondering if i'm crazy or something; my dearies, i'm not crazy, i'm just not the right guy for Z. I thought deep and hard and realized that the real reason i loved Z was because she loved me first, and loved me so hard; a one-sided love like that won't survive stormy weathers - and i didn't want to wait till the weather got stormy. I hurt Z too much, and she just kept coming back; it was wrong. It is wrong. So i made her break up with me. Gentle Z finally got furious with me, and left my world of hurt. It hurt her a lot more, but i like to tell myself i was saving her an even bigger heart-break. I hope she'll learn to forget me. And i hope she forgives me for not being man enough to say it to her face.

I know i'm sounding like a monster here - what with all my post on what makes or mares a relationship - maybe i am a monster.

NuttyJ, i'm sorry i couldn't learn from your example. Sometimes i wonder about it all, and i wonder if i've squandered my one chance at a happy lovley married life.

I got a lot of messages on FB and on my fone today. I also got one from Z, part of which reads: We meet to melt hearts & be felt; i'm glad i met u cos u melted my heart & i felt you in a way i wouldn't any other. happy birthday, baby! Z wishes u da best :-)

I'm going to the rig tomorrow. And i feel hollow.

I'd fcuked up once and she took me back. Now i've fcuked up again. Its only right that i should be man enough to live with my mistake... but then, was it really a mistake?

Shit.

Happy birthday to me.

Tuesday, 27 July 2010

Re: Relationship Ponderings

Taynement did a post called Relationship Ponderings, a really nice and well-received post. Only for yours truly to swagger his lazy backside and blurt out that he doesn't agree with what she said. And thought it would just pass like that. But no, Tay (bless her heart!) replied almost instanta (by email, no less!) and nicely asked me to explain... or else Blogville no go contain me and her! Lol.... ok, i admit i actually asked if she wanted me to explain, but i'd forgotten all about it. 

So this is me trying to connect my brain to my pen. Mind, its a loooooong post.

Ok, see, i actually agree that a good guy/girl is hard to find - very hard, if u ask me (sometimes i even wonder what exactly a "good" guy is). And yes, i also agree that relationships needn't be hard.
In fact, i basically agree most things Tay advocated (sorry Tay!!), except these:

1. "There no such thing as an emotionally unavailable man".
2. "... Most women, tend to take it personally and think something is wrong with them but nothing is wrong with you."

First, lemme modify #1 Disagreement to read "emotionally unavailable person", aah-ha (before them feminists go chop off my blokos, lol). Ok, so what is an "emotionally unavailable person"? Me, i've never heard the phrase before, but from Tay's description i'm assuming it means when your (supposed) sweet-heart isn't being open with you - is "blanking" you - is hiding what he/she is really thinking, etc. Now, the disagreement here is that Tay says its just cos you two don't "connect"; your "replacement" will prolly connect better and click, click! the locked gates swing open. Me, i say No can do. SOME people are JUST like that. I'm not saying this is always the case - in fact, most of the time, Tay's view is what actually obtains - the dude/dudette doesn't dig the Significant Other, so he/she blanks 'em. BUT every once in a while you come across people who are truly "solo" - could be something happened to 'em earlier in life, could also be they're just like that - but the thing is they just aren't that big in the communications department. Just so.

About #2, well, me i disagree cos its just not true (i mean it for both sexes). Don't get me wrong, i know some people have low esteem and tend to always blame themselves when things go wrong in their relationships; they need to be reassured that "there's nothing wrong with them"; now this i dig (even though this too isn't essentially true either; i mean, low self-esteem IS a problem, right?). But to integrate and sum up it up like that, including both the ridiculously meek-of-heart and the grotesquely pride-overblown, now that's where i have an issue. See, let's face up to facts a little. By definition human beings are imperfect, and its my personally opinion that most people are better at seeing other people's faults than seeing their's. There's nothing wrong with me. Really? Have you checked?

See, I've had my fair share of break-up's, and as self-righteous as it sounds, it's rarely my fault! (Yup, u heard me!) Here's what i usually tell myself when they happen: kay, it's not your fault that you're too proud; kay, you are a stuck-up idiot, but hey, what can u do? kay, u raised your voice way too loud, but it's not your fault that you can't control your temper... Ok, i'm exaggerating it, but the point i'm trying to make is we - most of us shaa, besides the ridiculously meek-of-heart, of course - we tend to play down our bad points, we can't understand how that "little" thing we said/did is making him/her so angry - why, if it was me i'd have forgiven him/her! Well guess what? It ain't you; its him/her! And he/she just doesn't like it!!! So why don't we shrug off our little cocoon of blamelessness a little and accept some responsibility. Nutty J said in one of her posts she fcuked up once; i respect that. At the start of the post, Tay said, "... appreciate him/her and don't sabotage yourself"; but how do we realize say we don sabotage the ting when we just keep thinking, "It's not my fault"? Go figure.

(mehn, this he/she/him/her gender thing messed up my argument small o)

Aah, well; there it is, what i disgree with. So much talk, Tay.

I guess in a nutshell i just have a problem with generalizations. :P

Monday, 19 July 2010

Knocked Out

 What my life's been like for the better part of two months now:











 












































Worse than a dog's life.
Lord, gimme a sign.
Shit.




Saturday, 8 May 2010

Aboard Noble Percy Johns... again

Hi blogsville, i've been absent for a while. Sowwy. My job's come calling again; seven days now and counting aboard Noble Percy Johns rig. Thing is, there actually is internet conn, but i've just been sooooo blog-lazy. So here's my saying "Hello Blogsville, i'm still in love with you!!"

Wednesday, 21 April 2010

On This Relationship Thing

I’ve never liked telling people how to live their lives, always seemed too nosey and “bizzy-body” to me. Even more, I’ve always tried not to talk/discuss about relationships on this blog. You know, the whole boy-girl thing – what the boy/girl should and shouldn’t do, what works and what doesn’t, all that ish. My reason? One: it’s too messy, and it’s just a matter of time before someone’s feelings are hurt, and then the insults start to fly. Messy.
Two: Simple, I’m no expert. And I absolutely hate giving advice on something I ain’t grounded in. So to excuse myself, I always add something like “in my opinion…”, or “if you ask me…”, or “the way I see it…”

Still, I never do that unless I’m asked first.

BUT today – today, I’m going to break my rule. I’m going to talk about relationship. Nothing in-depth, mind you, just a little something on this question: is it ok for a girl to tell a guy that she likes him? Actually, it was something on naijashawty’s blog that prompted this. Y’all might wanna go and read first, then come back.

Ok, the question: IS IT OK FOR A GIRL TO TELL A GUY THAT SHE LIKES HIM?
And my answer: An unequivocal, undiluted and indisputable YES! By all means, babe, tell him!!

I know girls are very sensitive – to criticism, to insults, to even silence. I also know that any normal babe will want her man to take the first step (if possible, even the second, third, fourth, tenth, etc… lol). Now, besides these, the society also plays a part; out-spoken girls are somewhat seen as “easy”, uncultured, “domineering”, or even fly (that’s a nice way of saying she’s a whore). Have I listed all the arguments? I dunno, but we’ll work with these ones for now. Ok, so in the face of all this then, imagine a girl coming out boldly (no less!) to tell you she loves your style; is it “ok”?

Yup, by all means.

Dear me, dear me! I can imagine Ada-bekee and Fabulola shaking their collective heads and hissing "over their dead bodies", lol! Babes, it is ok! Listen to me, guys are not animals. We also have feelings, we understand fears – being the ones who’d usually brave the likely rejection and embarrassment, you can rest assured we actually KNOW how it feels. 

The way I see it, the two biggest fears (I stand to be corrected, of course) of a girl who wants to speak her mind to a guy are: (1) Rejection, and (2) Being seen as “too easy”. Now, hear this: it is my personal opinion (and conviction, too) that the fear of being rejected comes up because babes are so used to being on the giving-out end, the longer end of the stick, the higher pedestal. Remember that last guy you told to please act like an adult and stop embarrassing himself? Or that other idiot who stopped disturbing you after you texted him “Please, I beg you, PISS OFF!!”?(**smh, lwkmd… umu nwanyi!!) And now you are wondering what will happen if you asked this really handsome Adonis what he’s doing Friday night – what if he replies with something like what you told that poor mumu who’d been stalking you for 2months now? God, you’d just die!! Loool…. Teeehehehe! Not so funny now, right? Wrong again! IT IS FUNNY

Okay, okay, I just had to get that one out. Sincerely though, there’s no way out of this one; all you can do is try and not hit on someone who’s too vain. Only a really, really vain and proud ass-wipe would snub a babe, and thankfully there aren’t many of them. As for being too easy, we all know society isn’t what it used to be. We all watch American films where girls ask guys out – who remembers Run-away Bride? In the end she had to propose to the guy, abi? Silly and stupid film IMO, but my point is society has moved away from when girls speaking first was a taboo.

Ok the Naija factor next, shebi? Guys in naija ain’t like guys outside, right? Bullshit. Babe, use your woman-sense, pick your guy right; ever wonder why a guy would talk to a girl, but not to her friend? Cos his instincts tell him talking to her would be a bad idea. Of course he might be wrong; it may well turn out the one he’s talking to is the one who’s gonna sleep with his best friend later, but it’s a risk he accepted and decided to take. In the same way, choose your guy, but bear in mind it might be a wrong choice – that’s why it’s a RELATIONSHIP. If the guy goes on later to brag to his friends that you were the easiest he’s ever had, then accept my sincere condolences. You’ll definitely never have to worry if you don’t do nothing, but that shy guy you’ve been eyeing for almost three weeks now might just be your Mr. Right.

So here’s my take: I’m not saying you should make a move on every good-looking male you see – in fact, I absolutely advice against that! NEVER say anything – not even texting or paging – to a guy unless you are absolutely convinced that you are REALLY into him; that way it’s easier to bear if it goes sour. However, if you ARE into him and he’s cool and froody on the low-low – you know, a real cool homeboy with his swagga in rhythm – then by all means, let him know! Call him or text him and tell him something like… I dunno, you think he’s got a real cute smile, or you aint got power over dreams, but if you did you’d make sure he has a very pleasant rest tonight – nothing too intimate, mind, just something that’s sure to stun him and make him smile like an idiot and wonder what he’s missing. If he’s the real tight gyansta you think he is, then he gonna catch the green-light. And he doesn’t, go ahead and ask him if he’s going out Friday night WITH FRIENDS – then come along with a friend, too! I’m sure you can manage it from there. And if after all this he still doesn’t catch your drift, forget him – he ain’t worth the stress, he’s just a lame-ass, cheap-joke, green-horned, totally un-hip fake-swagged mutherfcuker sucking-on-a-thump.

Or maybe he’s just TOO shy.

(Lol..)

Thursday, 15 April 2010

Finally Thankful

I've been postponing this for like 2months now, so after weeks of blogfast its only fitting that i end it with a Thankful post. (abeg GNG i'm not stealing your idea oo, i'm only copying. Nobody should accuse me of plagiarism! I don't want to be beaten on the head with a shoe, lol...)

Ok, here goes:

I'm thankful to God that i am still alive and healthy today.
I know lots of people don't believe in all that ''God shit'' anymore, but i still do. Its a personal thing for me, and i know who i owe it all to.

I'm thankful that i have a job.
Guys, i don't know if y'all know what its like here in 9ja for graduates; hundreds, thousands, flocking around like sheep, absolutely jobless. There are guys i graduated with four fcuking yrs ago still milling around unemployed - guys that used to be ''big boys'' then, now they call me ''Chairman'', ''Chief'', ''Oga'' - and i really, really wish they'd stop calling me that. Its so sad.
See, egwuriegwu aside, my job is pretty shitty, with lots of ''Yes sir'' to it - and i still dream of kicking my boss' ass and beating him on the head with a shoe (lol..) - but even at that, i'm still grateful for it. Of course in the mean time, i'm arranging my portfolio (is that sp correct?) and keeping an eye out for Prophet Elijah...

I'm thankful for my tough times.
Yes o, i'm thankful for all those times i was living in ''Broke-lyn'' and borrowing from friends, times i was slaving it out in coveralls under the sun, times when i was forced to discover my own strengths. Oh yeah, and i know its not over yet; tougher times are still on the way. But u know what? This homeboy is headed for the sky! Haahaha!!

And one last thing i'm thankful for: Blogsville.
My God, u all are something, unu wu ihe!! Looool! From the nice, to the amusing, funny, annoying, infuriating, downright sarcastic, to the totally outrageous, Blogsville has it all. And i'm happy that y'all never cease to make my day! Gracias!