Snowball in yo face-like that!

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Letters from the land of broken typewriters

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Lend me your God (1): Letters to heaven.

I am waiting for you by the edge of the North Pier with the sun slowly setting ahead. How I wish you’d come on time to catch the view with me. The waters have quietened from the day’s turmoil and now only occasional lap gently against the pier’s wooden base. Should you show up, I’ll be the guy leaning against the barricade staring ahead into the blackening waters. I am hoping i would soon see you up ahead, my face would light up, i’d hurry to meet you, then we’d walk the length of this scenic pier together whilst i map out to you the many words off my heart. If you are reading these letters however, it means my heart must have sank with the rest of the depleting sunset- because you did not come. And in a last bid of hope, i have remained here constructing fine words into the wings of childish paperplanes, watching each one float seamlessly into space.

What do you think about hope? I picked these words up along the way coming here:

“I dare to believe that the luckless will get lucky someday in you. You won’t let them down; orphans won’t be orphans forever. The victim’s faint pulse (will) pick up; the hearts of the hopeless (will) pump red blood as you put your ear to their lips (and finally pay attention to the whispered words off their hearts). Psalms 10.

I have realized of late that life has made me become somewhat of a sceptic. But what do you call it –sceptism, realism or faithlessness? Such as how I have no problems with hope, only that even in hope i find it easier to hold a sensible alternative should there be no light at the end of the tunnel, Should the doctors say there is no use holding on anymore, or should you get a call that she didn’t make it (i light candles in quiet thoughts of you). For me, hope is like being stuck within a musty maze of dark underground tunnels. It’s the little candle light I hang onto as I meander my way around in confusion, hoping to find an exit into brighter days. But whilst i accept hope, i also hold a back thought that at the end of the route that i presently travel, there just might maybe another dead end. The ray of light i thought i saw might turn out to only be a crack in the stone walls and not the exit i was praying for. So all the while that i travel, i am constructing backup plans as anaesthetics to likely disappointments. That is the way i have hoped.

It’s worked for me so far, until now- which is why i desperately called out to you. There comes a point where there’s no backup strong enough to lighten the weight of a possible disappointment. Where even with the best of my creativity, i know only two things could happen this time around- either my soul dies, or you show up and step into this mess. That’s the point where i am right now. (Ooh, i think i just saw a dolphin! You really should be here; you’re missing out on all these fine view! Quiet...i realize that I miss you!....yet at the same time, i question if i ever knew you. But i’m taking baby steps. It’s all still a mess, but ooh look at me, i’m walking!)

It’s getting dark now, i’d have to return home soon, but i’ll be back; i’m not giving up just yet. That’s the thing about reaching breaking point, and remembering why and how i got to this place that i am. When you walk away due to ardent discontent, then the alternative just has to work out. And this is the alternative that i am carefully trying to live out. I long ran out of extra tricks and back up plans. So in this place, it’s me and you- life or death. And sublimely, it all comes back to the question of hope, doesn’t it? And i guess it does make it even more desperate, because you just have to show up, and in the meantime, i just have to remain, holding on, hoping. There’s a bunch of Brazilian kids ahead doing some kind of drum rehearsals. The music from the drumbeat is familiar..i’ve heard it before in a place long ago, and funny enough, it was with me and you. The significance this time around is different. This time it sounds like the tune of my heart beating. A song of hope, yet at the same time a song of war. An adage says, don’t mess with the cat that’s on its last life. Since i choose not to die just yet, then we’re fighting this route through to the end. And the end for me is only that abundant life i have long dreamed of---wide open spaces for the pursuit of my heart’s many respites.

Now let’s see if we can make this paper plane fly.

Mindblowing Foursome!: Bloggers in my sheets!

This T.Note marks the awesome conference call I just had with Clueless in Stiletoes, YankeeNaija, and Musco my main man!LOL! Gosh, that was hilarious!!!

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Unworded....

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Sweet Toothed in a Candy store and Other Fairy Stories – IOW, The dilemma of Choice and Contentment.

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Of orange juices, fat beefs and exodus Thoughts

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Memoirs of a certified Shrink

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Whispers...

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I believe, by Temite

So I just happened upon this insane poem by temite
I don't agree with a lot of the creed therein but i how it is a charming+spunkful+oddly hilarious read
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I believe, by Temite

I believe in praying on sunday mornings,
and washing your teeth with vodka after.
I believe in second chances
and the 3rd...4th....and 5th.
I believe in having sex on monday mornings
and saturday evenings too

I believe in Jesus and his teaching
although I often doubt his paternity
I believe in wearing bows in my hair
and pretty pink leather gloves.

I believe in Mac products
but I admit the obviousness of it
I believe in managing people
but I would hire someone to manage me

I believe in forgiving easily
because those were Jesus's teachings
I believe in giving lots of oral sex,
only because it brings me pleasure.


I believe in kneeling to greet my husband,
just because he must deserve it.
I believe in demanding equal partnership,
i think most marriages need this.


I believe in the utility of things,
but I also value frivolous hedonism.
I believe in finding truths always,
but equal in virtue is, kindness

I believe in the delights of solitude
Although there is such a thing as too much of it
I believe in gorgeous plumpness
But I admit obesity is a disease

I believe in marital bliss
Just as much as I believe in divorce
I believe in grand romantic gestures
Although Id rather you propose in our bed.

I believe in fucking Doggy style
Although I often opt for being on top
I believe in friendship audits
But beware, it often contains unfortunate truths

I believe in licking wet snow
Although I hate the cold that precedes it
I believe in speaking my mind
Although tact is sometimes needed

I believe in striving for excellence
But present pleasures are often underrated
I believe in eating ice cream for breakfast
However, I know what that leads to

I believe in dipping carrots in chocolate
That’s the best way to enjoy it.
I believe in being helpful
Much of the world can use it

I believe in disciplining oneself
I know I can use more of it
I believe in keeping Dogs as pets
But I was a Cat in my past 9 lives

I believe in blind loyalty
It often decides whom we love
I believe in being promiscuous
Chastity is the silliest virtue


I believe in Freewill
Although I am inpatient with it
I believe in the free market
Afterall, I am trained to regulate it


I believe in being envious
Although jealousy is a pleasant evil
I believe in dancing naked
Even better with red heels on

I believe in touching my self
Even when I have a partner present
I believe in ogling women's body
It is after all Natures masterpiece

I believe in loving a Mans Penis
Only because it brings untold pleasures
I believe in sexual activities
Because that is the way to see God

I believe in Nirvana
I am often in pursuit of it
I believe in Enlightenment
Although I prefer Nirvana over it.

I believe in mouths on my nipples
Whether a babes or my baby's
I believe in Motherhood
Because Mothers do Gods work

I believe in having lunches
Naked with Champagne, preferably
I believe in peach dresses
Just as much as I love pink ones

I believe in Miley Cyrus
I really can't explain my love for her
I believe in Beyonce`s magic
I want to be her and steal her HoVa

I believe in learning languages
Although I dislike French passionately
I believe in speaking loudly
Cos only the bold will inherit the Kingdom

I believe in sowing wisely
Just as much as I love taking chances
I believe in terrible clichés
I think I just used one wisely.

I believe you just smiled
Now you understand poetry's magic
I believe in my great talent
Although I often doubt the existence of it

I believe in sipping Citrus Tea
It soothes ones throat with harsh delights
I believe in loving ones siblings
The parental unit is optional, Right?

I believe in respecting ones elders
But to correct them when they are wrong
I believe I do this for my Mother
And I giggle when she becomes cross

I believe in giggling when I hear sex
Being jaded is so out of fashion
I believe in having lots of money
Only because I am attached to pretty Shoes

I believe in wearing Big earrings
Only the fashionable will get this
I believe in dating wisely
But a bad boy is so tempting

I believe in tweeting widely
This is where the next leaders hide
I believe in being private
I wonder why I am often, not

I believe in helping Jesus
I think he created us for that purpose
I believe in being Agnostic
Even God should prove himself to us

I believe in Kanyes swagga
Yes, I still use that word often
I believe in Run Rev"s wisdom
No matter how obvious he gets

I believe in Vlad’s humour
Although I think Lolita is still great
I believe in Gabi’s genius
Tell me you have read all his books


I believe in Zadie’s talent
Although I hate that my Husband adores her
I believe in Mama Maya’s grace
I fancy myself her tiny twin

I believe in Zoras Women
For they have shown me the true meaning of Love
I believe in giving alms to the poor
It's even better to help them give alms too

I believe in smelling lovely
Yes, I realize that natural smell is sexier
I believe in working diligently
That is how Bill made his billions

I believe in yawning loudly
Why on earth would you hold your yawns?
I believe in wearing Afros
And I am glad it has nothing to do with Race

I believe in eating spinach
It must be the Nigerian in me
I believe in holding grudges
But only for a pleasant second

I believe in the American spirit
Yes, well I am American you see
I believe in Moremi`s ancient sacrifice
Just because she is who Kennedy referred to

I believe in straddling both cultures
Because that is what tells you who I am
I believe in being half of each
Cos I think I get the best of both worlds

I believe I just wrote a poem,
I think I am pleased with it
I believe it sucks majorly
Oya, tell me you enjoyed it.

I believe in loving deeply
Only because I have met you,
And above all my darling Ojo
I believe in you and me

For my love…
Yours, Always…

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All isn't well in Bloggsville, is it?

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Random Perspectives On Life, Sex and Love - Archives

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Superman

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Imagine being really Super Intelligent

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Empire State of Mind: Arabian Nights

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Empire State of Mind

Empire State of Mind

Anything can happen when you close your eyes. For instance, if you shut them really tight, you’d start to see tiny shimmering stars caught up in a background of black nothingness. Though now that I think about it, I wonder if that just happens with me?!! (Mental note to check that up.) But nonetheless, some of us see stars when we close our eyes, and if a physician called this a defect, it’s a state of mind we’d rather choose to keep.

The black nothingness is the pitch black hall before it all begins. Kind of like the quiet before it was said, ‘let there be light’. Then the stars begin to shimmer, taking shape as bright lights, a blend of fine colors and sounds, velvet cushions and curtains, orchestrated music, all embroidered into a two hour experience. That’s what I see when I close my eyes, and for those suspended hours in time, it doesn’t matter if I’m thirty years old or still ten, I’d still believe in magic. Still believe in Coltrane, in Cat on a hot tin roof, in Annie, in Nigh, Mother, or The King Must dance naked…
This is empire state of my mind; this is art and theater.

I saw the movie “Everybody’s Fine” yesterday – it didn’t turn out to be your regular valentine experience, but tickets were sold out for “Valentine’s day”. The movie was kind of sad, but you’d leave feeling that you actually experienced something in the past two hours. The few short laughs aside, I thought it had essence- somebody actually thought relatively deep before penning the script. Somebody was creative in how he passed across his simple messages. And the conversations were a little bit more than the usual punch lines Hollywood is known for. In all, they acknowledged the fact that their audience might just have an intelligent mind that could maybe do with a little bit of tweaking. Well you might argue that we go for art for the sake of forgetting briefly the more important things of life. We truly need a break from the ugly truths of our daily experiences at times- quite true. But for the few remaining who go for art for the sake of a quiet appreciation, we thank Robert De niro and his team whilst we shed the few tiny tears when David died. Especially when the girl at the art gallery revealed that last painting. Gosh, classic – you don’t forget that in a while.