Friday, 25 December 2015

It's a dull but still merry Christmas

It's finally the day I have been waiting for since Mr vc said to go on a mid semester break,  no its not resumption it's Christmas, am like super excited for Christmas more than the average 20 something years old folk I even have a Christmas cloth and all.  Despite the fact that am excited however this Christmas is the most unchristmassy Christmas ever.... At first I thought it was an adult thing but no even kids are not very interested in chicken.... Last night which was Christmas Eve I spent in front of the TV watching E!  Shows like I am cait which is the dryest reality TV show of all time,  wags and I almost would have become an African magician if phcn or whatever they I called now this not withdraw power.
    It was definitely a slow start but am definitely not going to sit around with wrapper tied around my chest while I keep up with the kardashian.   So from me to you have a merry Christmas anyway you know how to.  But whatever you do, don't forget the reason for the season, go to church, dedicate your self to christ and be super cool

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Wednesday, 9 December 2015

Word for the day : DERELICT.

I have no idea how I took this picture
Yeah!  Am super hyper this morning,  have never felt so alive since the school management decided  to shut no close down the school after a lecture boycott(like who does that, right?) that's what I was thinking,  rumour however has it that the school management close down the school because Mr VC was scared the student body might disrupt the

Tuesday, 1 December 2015

To live

So it's been forever i posted anything here, between lectures, my final year project, work, a healthy dose of gossip, "owannbe", extremely bad network in my friends place(hers is one of the lucky hostels with 24/7 power supply), and power outages that last years in my place it is an uphill task to find something to blog about, that is no inspiration to post even things I have written before hand. However I made up my mind to stop apologising as a blog reader who I have no idea even reads my blog complained (you should try to drop comments at times) about my apologies not holding water again.  So from now on no more apologies.  My major inspiration to blog is the near death experience I had on Saturday after having my full on rice and shamelessly picking the meat on my friends meal(I went there for the food, so I would have something to talk about and to finally find Mr right:incase you have met him, he is a yoruba boy in his mid 20s, he is "yellow" in complexion and 6feet tall).

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As my "aboki" bike man passed right beside an heavy weight vehicle at the verge of falling over, all I could mutter was "Lord have mercy on me" ( which is a good choice of last words by the way) I realised nobody knows the last good bye.  Therefore I have decided to do all that make me happy and that includes spilling my gut on the Internet so here I am like a prodigal daughter would you take me back?  A special thanks you to everyone that checked on me you are the best bests.

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My next post would be the face of the week. And I have also added another session to the blog, I have decided to learn new words and I want to take it seriously so am taking you guys on this journey of better grammar and large an totally unnecessary words with me.  Everyday I would post a new word, it's meaning, where I first heard it, it's origin, and also how it can be used. At the end of the week we would have six words and they would all be revisited on the last/first day of the week(Sunday)

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Thursday, 12 November 2015

Things am grateful for :Gratitude challenge

holla everyone, clears cobwebs hope you are all good, Pheezy is sorry she disappeared without warning, Pheezy has been ill, but she is better now. while I was away I was nominated for a gratitude award by two of my favourite bloggers.  mimi of miimi's diary  , Pamela of  pam's crib  ...

Sunday, 1 November 2015

what would you do

holla! everyone, happy new month, I pray this month brings you all the good things you wish for(amen). in two months time we would be in year 2016.... am itching to be  there already but my greatest hope is in the wait for 2020 #vision2020.  anyways that been said make sure you go to a place of worship today (been the first Sunday of the month and all). .

    so back to the matter  and it's a serious matter now my question is (okay it's not that serious, we don't want to disappoint anybody now, do we?)  now to my question.  I was at the bank on Friday to register for my bvn(okay no bad eye,  I know am supposed to have done it bla bla bla  but what can I say I should collect an award for procrastination  and then again  this is Nigeria nothing ever ends except party rice)  back to what I was saying before the break in transmission, so I was at the bank, the customer care rep was attending to me. then this man came to stand in front of me.  I was looking at his feet,  as I raised my head up, the first thing that hit my eyes is his open zipper and the content of his boxer threatening to jump out.  remember we are at the bank and I sat opposite his crouch.  if you where in my situation what would you do?


you have two options to tell or not to tell.  tell him his zipper is opened, tell the man standing beside him or pretend you saw nothing.


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Friday, 30 October 2015

Let's DIY

I have not made anything myself forever. I really envy does who have jobs, children, husband  and run a blog.  How do you manage to do all that together? But then again that's what being a woman is all about(you have to multi task). I lost every image on my phone including the pictorial I did but I refuse to let that stop me from doing a DIY post before the month ends.  As luck would have it I happen to have a couple(more than a couple actually) DIY pictures in my backup file related to my blog.  So I can rightly say Google saved the day.
 The first is a pearl, Bobby pin and string hair pin... It would give your hair that

Wednesday, 28 October 2015

Some cool apps I use

Blogger... I downloaded this app July. I used it often for a while until it suddenly stop working properly. I would like to believe it's the network connection at my side.  You can use it if your blog is still under blogger. 

Blogaway is also a blogging app.  However it has more functions than the official blogger app. It's very easy to upload pictures and videos and use links in post.  It also has provisions for reading list and you can save a post without necessarily saving it online.
Brick game.
You could not stop smiling when I saw the game for the first time... It's an epic throwback.  The downside is the games are not complete but it's super cool.

Sunday, 25 October 2015

It is military

Does this makeup look real or what?

Hello loves, happy Sunday.  I no I am supposed to apologise for my disappearing act but am sure you are tired of my apologies by now.  Lemme just jump into today's post abeg.  To start with my title, It just felt like the right 'wrong'  one to use.  So I have been alive for a while and I have been taking decision for my self since I was in secondary school(I went to a boarding house). Now after making some decisions with objection for about 12 years without objection imagine my surprise when my father suddenly decrees I must be a Catholic.  Since when did the father's faith start saving the child?  I love the Catholic Church, I do but I also believe in making a path for myself.  I want to partake of the opium which religion but I want to take it in the best quality that is good for me. Now how do I say this to my very traditional father who believe every objection to his rule will bring you to your ruin.  Now I would like to honour my parents, do the will of God and also follow my heart(there in lies the problem) do I then go back to take catechism class with primary school pupils or do I continue attending my present church.?
      Do you think I am supposed to attend my parents church whether I like it or not?

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Thursday, 22 October 2015

Now that am a school administrator

Holla everyone, how have you been? So I just got home from school yesterday. Should have been home two weeks ago but for my little fear of road transportation.  I become ill everytime I board a public vehicle.  At first I thought it was because of the comatose state of this medium of transportation, so I stopped boarding 'ugly'  vehicles but the witch mother kept giving birth to girls.
         The major reason I didn't want to go home goes beyond this public transport brouhaha but the fact that my has decided to rope me into this school administrator or supervisor or spy business.  Now am used to working when I get break from school.  I have been a sales rep, tailor's apprentice, fashion designer's intern, usher,  interior designer.  The good thing about all the other jobs is that people like me because of the kind of service I provide and because am nice sometimes.  Now the terrible thing about been a school administrator is that you have to be a critic.  Shine your eyes  and if you have have the slightest urge to close them glue them open. Who like to be the person coming when people scamper to their properly exaggerated proper position.
        Anyway u have some questions...  Please do well to answer them.
1) do you think it is right for a teacher to ask primary 4 pupils to spell ABORTION? If your answer to this question is yes.  How is he to define it for them or use it in a sentence.
2)what would be your reaction if you find out your daughter who you name "Awesome"  is called A_WE_SOR_MEY (yoruba pronunciation) by her class teacher.
3)for those who have kids did you you interview your kids teachers before putting your offspring in their care?
4) would you bring your kids to a school where they commanding officer is my age group?

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Monday, 19 October 2015

face of the week : Oluwande Olufunso

Holla, everybody so I have decided to bring in a little bit of order to this blog.  Starting today, I would follow a time table that I would post tomorrow God willing.  Every Monday would feature a blog reader. I would give out the details in my next post.  For now meet our first face of the week.    

Thursday, 15 October 2015

It's a post about nothing.

It's been so long have posted anything here... I wanted to blame it on glo(my network provider) but then again that would be a lie.  I don't know how I have been living without Internet since.  I just felt like I didn't need it.  I stopped pressing my phone for a while and talk to people around me. It's been cool anyways.  I don't have a clue as to what to write right now and I can't find my jotter so I decide to show you guys pictures of the "make-up" I did for a friend... It's a regular make-up not professional. She happened to like it a lot and I got my peace of mind back so win win.  


           I went for a friend's introduction on Sunday.  I was however not able to snap any picture because I was not looking good and because rice finished before I arrived at the venue.

  Introduction started by 2 and I got to the venue by 5:30. Talking about African time.  Anyways that was the only thing I did while I wasn't here coupled with sleep and movies. I also changed my hair colour.



Sunday, 11 October 2015

Tomorrow land

This is my biro after my last paper

This is something a classmate wrote about the books we treated this semester (it's super cool, you would find it the same way if you have come across any of the books mentioned) it was written with the name of the courses, the title of d books, settings, characters, the lecturer, and a couple of my class mates.

In a brief sojourn on the island of LIT 401, A PASSAGE TO INDIA marked the genesis of our journey, a place where we met the untouchable himself, Punkah Wallah who gave each and everyone of us a copy of a book titled THE AUTUMN OF THE PATRIARCH. Dr. Aziz, Adela and Major Callender, took us to the Marabar caves, a place we saw first wonder on earth. What did we see? Our Morenas in the land of LIT 401 (Tayo, Dolapo, Yejide, Adeolas and others} were the first set of people that saw the wonder. They all came us shouting “THE GRASS IS SINGING” come and see. We couldn’t believe our ears until we got there. It was truly a cynosure of all eyes. As a result of this wonderful experience, each and everyone of us wrote SO LONG A LETTER to our loved ones. We all enjoyed at Ayemenem where THE GOD OF SMALL THING punished law breakers. We spent wonderful moments with Pappachi, Mammachi, Chacko , Ammu, Velutha, Baby Kochamma,  Estha and Rahel. In fact, Estha and Rahel taught us new style. I want to believe we still remember the style. Thanks to Dr. Ogunfolabi. If I had not gone to Ayemenem, I would not have met my soul mate, Baby Kochamma. Since she could not marry Father Mulligan, she has agreed to be my  would be wife. You are all cordially invited to a small party to mark the dawn of our undying and unfading love.  
Our journey to the Island of LIT 403 was an interesting one. We had the opportunity of visiting Greece, Rome, Spain, England, Africa, and Germany. The first place we visited was Greece, where we met a woman called ANTIGONE, who introduced LYSISTRATA, her best friend to us. The duo took good care of us; we ate, we drank .The journey became more interesting when we got to England where we met A MAN FOR ALL SEASONS called JULIUS CAESAR. It was this man who brought a man called SCAPIN THE SCHEMER; a prankster, to entertain us with jokes. This man really played pranks on every one of us before we left England. It was this same man who took us to a place called CAUCASIAN CHALK CIRCLE where we watched two interesting movies: END GAME and A PLAY OF GIANTS. They say: “the end is the end of a play.” None of us wanted to come back home. In fact, some of us wanted to stay with Scapin.  Exam is just for a short period,but it requires efforts of many days and months It involves tension,worries,efforts and sleepless nights. We are now free guys and gals . Unto the almighty God we return all glory and adoration. May Eportal smile at us when our results are released. Amen.

Did you know?

I know have not posted anything in a while been writing exams, eating and causing 'marital' problems. Exams are over now(been over for 4 days but then I only remembered I have a blog when I mistakenly saw my IG profile.  Today's post is something a friend asked me to post...  A couple of facts(super cool)... Anyways keep checking this space would be on marathon blogging(the prodigal daughter is back.

1. Your shoes are the first thing people subconsciously notice about you. Wear nice shoes.

2. If you sit for more than 11 hours a day, there's a 50% chance that it will make you severely sick in 2 yrs.

3. There are at least 6 people in the world who look exactly like you. There's a 9% chance that you'll meet one of them in your lifetime.

4. Sleeping without a pillow reduces back pain and keeps your spine stronger.

5. A person's height is determined by their father, and their weight is determined by their mother.

6. If a part of your body "falls asleep",
you can almost always "wake it up" by shaking your head.

7. There are three things the human brain cannot resist noticing - Food, attractive people and danger

8. Right-handed people tend to chew food on their right side

9. Putting dry tea bags in gym bags or smelly shoes will absorb the unpleasant odour.

10. According to Albert Einstein, if honey bees were to disappear from earth, humans would be dead within 4 years.

11. There are so many kind of apples, that if you ate a new one everyday, it would take over 20 years to try them all.

12. You can survive without eating for weeks, but you will only live 11 days without sleeping.

13. People who laugh a lot are healthier than those who don't.

14. Laziness and inactivity kills just as many people as smoking.

15. A human brain has a capacity to store 5 times as much information as Wikipedia

16. Our brain uses same amount power as 10-watt light bulb!!

17. Our body gives enough heat in 30 mins to boil 1.5 litres of water!!

18. Stomach acid (conc. HCl) is strong enough to dissolve razor blades!!

19. Take a 10-30 minute walk every day. & while you walk, SMILE. It is the ultimate antidepressant.

Thursday, 1 October 2015

Feminism is a joke!

Holla blog family.... How una dey, se wa daada(how are you, hope you are good)... I so love translating yoruba and pidgin English (it makes me feel responsible)...  So is it me or has any other person wondered why an inferior "hybrid" of the Queen English and an indigenous language is called pidgin English.  Why not igbo English or Nigeria English? If you have an answer to that drop it in the comment box.
           So to today's post.  A couple of my girlfriends were reading yesterday...  The course happened to be a literature course ... It was about various theory that has been used to criticism literature works and English in general.  Now the problem is she seem to lack interest in feminism and she was quite vocal about  her dislike of feminist both writer and activists.  As u was in an argument with her and I never loose an argument I refuse to see her point even though she made no point in particular but the entire universal was making a point for her.  I realise she knew nothing about the real point of the feminist movement and what she knows she got from what she is fed by the Internet daily. 
       We have the 'free the nipples campaign'  where few jobless women decided it is okay for them to bare their breast.  The mistake they made however is baring their chest under the guise of feminism(equality between man and woman).  Now I have no issue with a girl deciding to walk about naked  but please don't force it down our throats. 

          And the newest one is ladies loosing their tampons and pad or whatever they use to protect themselves from getting stained during their monthly menstrual period.  This is not just stupid but disgusting.  I don't understand why anyone would want to do that.  Is it for the 15 minutes of fame or humiliation in most cases(but any form of publicity is acceptable right?) . 

          Now I would not forget the armpit hair.  So girls even went as far as colouring their armpit hair. 

         If I myself didn't know better I would say the entire feminist movement is a joke.  Am patiently waiting for the next lugubrious theory this so called feminist would resurrect.
          So what do you think of this right the 'modern' 21st century feminist are clamouring for?  Do tell.

Thursday, 24 September 2015

Salon shenanigans

You see I have never been able to plait hair and it just kills me every time. While I was growing up, I was really interested in the hair style ladies make... To me it's like rocket science, my mother however had a stereotype that she believed in strongly and according to it every hair dresser was a prostitutes and she is not party to her only daughter been one.
        A lot of hairdressers I know have debunked this theory but it still beats me every time I go to a salon and hear a grown woman saying things that should not even be said by a man with pride. Boasting about things they should be ashamed of.  Their was the case of a young lady who felt it was wise to tell everyone who cared to listen that she would have been married if her fiance did not meet a naked man in her room. Now that's not the crazy part(she actually blames her problem on her boyfriend "why did you not call earlier?"). Months ago I was with my mum in a salon and this woman who should be about 50 - 55 started talking about her daughter.  According to her, her daughter had just finished from a private university and she also happens to be pregnant.  Due to this development she decide to organise an introduction between her family and that of the guy(baby daddy)  Introduction went on well.  And her daughter started living in the guys house.  However the baby daddy began to keep late night and the wife later found out he was cheating on her. When she discovered this, she promptly told her mother and here comes the bomb(this 50 something years old 'responsible'  woman thought the best things for them to do was to go fight the girlfriend!) Now which type of mother advises her daughter to fight not to talk of cook up the idea?  Now which type of mother advises her daughter to fight not to talk of bring the idea?... Now the story didn't end there.  She fought the girl and was arrested by the police because of her son-in-law's testimony. Now I don't know if she lied or not but can you follow any one to fight(literally) for her man?
P. S: so sorry for going MIA without prior notice... It's exam time.

Saturday, 19 September 2015

Sex education or sermon

Contrary to the opinion of most people that know me, I like to make sense sometimes. I get this look when I express myself to people (it's a mixture of surprise and envy).How people see you and think they have seen the best of you(she doesn't use big words she most be stupid, how about she wants to be understood?). In their head you have been suppressed to 'other' because they don't believe you can be better than them(am talking about the so called people of God here).

        So yesterday discussion was on premarital sex and illegitimate children.  We all know  fornication is a sin(according to the Bible and even though I have not read the quran I think it would be present too.  Now the holy books are against it but still 'we' fornicate and the worse part is most of the people that get pregnant are the church girl. I remember when I was in part one, there was a girl who did not hide her feelings about seeing a boy talk to a girl at night. (you know that angry jesus Babe who terms you a sinner because you hugged a male friend for a little longer than conventional)  according to her we were all unbeliever.  I couldn't bottle my excitement when I found out she gave birth after the asuu strike. I was not sincerely happy for her. I was just happy to know who the unbeliever is Because I know pregnancy is not airborne and people don't accidentally fall on the male reproductory organ. 
  Now my point is, I understand the place of the Bible In teaching young adult to abstain from sex. Now what about that 4 year old girl that you left alone with your brother's wife sister's son... Can u guaranty her safety? What did u tell that little girl that just started menstruation(did you make sure she gets all the answers to her questions from you without you starting a sermon? Sure we pray for our children, But remember heaven helps those who help themselves.  It is your God given right to pray for this child.  But get through to her or him earlier...  Tell nobody must touch her 'pepe'  or whatever name you gave their sensitive parts.  They might not understand why but they would know mummy said no..  Don't put all your responsibility on God expecially something you can handle yourself.        Censor what they watch on the TV. Make sure you see even cartoon before they do.  Don't allow any one call your child iyawomi (my wife)... Now I know some people are thinking... What does she know about been a mother but before you judge me remember I was once a child (still one) and believe it or not I know.
       I believe in the power of prayer but educate your child on sex.

 P. S.  sorry for not posting anything yesterday... I was offline...  Please drop your  comments on the discussion.  Do you think parents should educate their children on sex or should they leave everything in God's hands...  I have two electives to write today( one on law and the other on drugs)  wish me luck... Love you guys, and stay blessed.

Thursday, 17 September 2015

I know who I am

I am a fertile field. My tender heart is softly turned soil that awaits the seed.  I carry the potential of massive reproduction. My mind is the incubator of dreams and the womb of greatness. I am irrigated when in love and dehydrated when hurt. I am enriched by those who love me and stripped by those who abuse me. Those I touch would dine on my harvest. I am the end of someone's famine. I am a garden, I am the place where hunger is satiate. I am a place where thirst would be quenched. I am the place where rich soil will produce fertile food and lives are richer because of me.  I am a garden I am the focal point of those who love me and the absolute envy of those who don't.
P. S.  Which face do you prefer pheezy with makeup or  clean face pheezy.

Tuesday, 15 September 2015

Setting personal boundary

Today post have been in my jotter forever...  Been going through my older stuffs and I found some blog worthy posts there...  That should make up for the days we would loose due to my exams.  And new DIY coming up very soon and thinking jewellery this time around(if am able to get the material I need in ife, no sew just a Lil bit of wire work 'n pearl 'n a Lil knowledge of weaving for the other). I have two necklace ideas that would totally look fab...  Soon we would dedicated one day in two weeks to a fab DIY post...  For now a  saving up for a camera.  In the meantime enjoy today's post(if I don't get d material here by the time I need it, I might just do an hair band tutorial, cut for your natural hair and at no cost too. .  Now be good if you can't be good be careful.

Friday, 11 September 2015

Keeping my man by FEYISAYO FAMAKINDE

Lying in my bed and wondering why i deserve all this
So i wake up one day and reality just makes us meet each other,i like to think that i like the symbol and epitome you represent so i tend to offer my solidarity in an attempt of making you stay or rather knowing you will be there always for me and in an exchange you also expect likewise from me. After sometime am expected to rely my whole universe on you,allowing this feeling to encompass me that i forget i exist just to see that my sole role is to make you happy no matter what.
I try to do this for sometime but then i feel am getting choked up or rather drowning but just to make you stay i just have to keep up like am hung on cocaine or something similar
What have come to realise is that am no God nor Robot,there are times the last thing i would wanna see is your face and there are times the only thing i want around me is you. To have the best of this two am expected to suck up to your command but I swear have had enough,the voices in my head are getting so much louder,I cant even breathe and amazed as to why i still stay
So have made my decision,i would rather get the feeling of the chaotic heartbreak than to latch on to this feeling that have been made to believe will make me whole and sound no matter what,have had a taste of it and i swear it's bitter sweet but i don't want it no more cause all have learned is that this feeling called Love is overrated

Thursday, 10 September 2015

Into depression

Unlike everyone else that was ever depressed I had no reason to be.  My depression was not out of extreme sorrow or loose, I guess I just got bored along the way.  I no longer had that thrill of getting a new toy or the Joy I felt when I make something new and I can't wait to rub it in everyone else face.  The rain drops on the window pane were no longer racing car the just look like ordinary water.  I could not ride my mummy "ajase"  like a car anymore.  I no longer saw life from the eyes of a kid. 
I was an adult, I now understand people do no come back after they are kept in the box.  Kenny did not travel abroad she died over 27 years ago.  It's like a new form of awakening almost rude.  I could no longer live in the fantastic world I built. I Began to know things, I understood, I forgot my toys and buried myself in books for a while they seem enough. Everything I knew I learnt from books(you are to wipe from front to back, a guy touching me would not get me pregnant, it is normal for a girl to bleed a couple of days in the month, I have to fight for myself and if my husband beat me my brothers will leave him for dead under a tree with ripe fruits ready to fall)I read in every language I understood or read the picture when words fail. soon the thrill that came with books vanished and then I searched  for another hobby to give me the spake I got the first time I met books...  But I saw non.  The frustration crept in,  a feeling of emptiness.  Everything became annoying.... There is a knock on the door am angry.  I get angry when I hear people munch their food, why did the car owner use the horn,  why don't you keep your leg off the floor,  shift the pen to the left just a Little bit,  can you stop singing, would you just shut up.!  Before I knew it my head was far up my ass, I was neck deep in the murky water called depression...  How I despised phone calls...  Should I do drugs? I know it's bad but it seems like a good idea. It's not like I can afford real drugs it's just weed....  After all its natural.  I already used it in my cream, why don't I put it in the noodle,  what's the worse that can happen. 
        Now if u ask me if am happy or if I have the spark I go from reading In writing absolute nonsense about myself for the consumption of people who may or may not care.  I would say yes today but ask me that same question tomorrow.
     I have however learnt things would not always go my way I might not always be happy but What matters is am alive, I have beautiful skin, a nice hair, I still cry every time I listen to worship songs, I have people who look up to me,  I have friends who tell me 'fisayo you are wonderful'  with expecting anything, I have brothers that adore me,  father who practically worships me,  mother who prays for me and a God who is ever faithful.  Because of all this I am grateful. 

Tuesday, 8 September 2015

Leggings refashioned to swimsuit

Remember that DIY I promised... Well here it is.  I was able to finally sew it last Friday even though I started the process about two weeks ago.  I really need to stop procrastinating... What matters now is it is done 'n has been worn... It did not come out as good as I envisioned it but I would be sewing it again... Making the top closer this time around.

What you would need
Sewing materials(needle 'n thread or a sewing machine)
What you need to do
1. Get you leggings make sure it's in good condition(you don't want a torn leggings, I use one lycra leggings I bought at a thrift stop. I got it for # 500)
2.You would need a short to measure the length of the short you would be comfortable with(fold your legging as if you want to iron it 'n place the short on it... Cut cut cut) 

3.You would have three parts...  the short 'n two legs (cut d ankle band on both legs.) 

4. Sew the widest part of both legs to the waist band of your short (and voila you are done.)  you u have little cloths and you might not be able to tire your top at d back just make sure it's your accurate size and sew the free side together in such a way that it would be able to go over your head conveniently and the "girls" will be safe.

Monday, 7 September 2015

Guess who is back... This girl?

Holla everyone pheezy is back....  Tired,  hungry but back. I have caught up on everything I have missed on blogville which is a lot! A big thank you to everyone that wished me success and those who checked on me. You are a blessing .... Now I get the reason we sing this song " some have food but cannot eat, some can eat but they have no food"  you should know that song if u went to a Nigerian secondary school with boarding house .

Saturday, 29 August 2015

Going away for a while..... Two important management lessons i learnt from a 500Naira note.

Hi guys, how una dey,  am doing good have been so busy lately, I have about 6 C. A test to write next week and my exam also starts next month.  I have not been able to write any new thing and those I have written I have not typed them. (I write in my jotter first because it's easy and I only get this free flow any time I use paper and pen.  Not to keep you guys hanging I decided I would share what one of my friends shared with me earlier.

Tuesday, 25 August 2015

We have seen the enemy and it is us

Nigeria should really really beef up security..  I can't wait till we have a Nigeria when I would be able to lock up my neighbour and neighbourhood church's pastor and the entire choir for noise pollution.  That is the Nigeria of my dream. And am not leaving this world until making noise is a crime in Nigeria hell am not even leaving here until there is an app that would notify all my friend and followers online that am dead(saw that in jurassic world). And block all those people that would follow me on any social media when they find out am dead.

Monday, 24 August 2015

How to make people remember you

In the life of every human being a time would come when you would feel neglected,  like it's only you in the world.  Just imagine your phone not ringing, nobody messages you.  And when any of them happen is either it came from your network provider or its a broadcast message pronouncing doom on you if you don't pass the message on. 

       In times like this remember this post because am about to give you a lasting solution to this particular problem. This is a tested and approved solution. The next time you feel neglected, go to your friends and borrow a substantial amount of money from each and every one of them.  You are not borrowing the money for the purposes of spending so don't spend it.  Just collect and deposit in your account, on the day you promised to return the money make sure u go MIA. Then call them later and tell them you are with the money and state that you would bring it the next day. Keep posting them till they get ashamed of always calling you to ask for money and start greeting you before they ask.
         Return the money after two weeks, don't allow it exceed two weeks after the first agreement else what happened in Benin might just happen again. (remember the guy that butchered his friend because of 750k)? Yes? Okay bye. Have a nice week ahead.

Thursday, 20 August 2015

Been long you saw me

Holla blog fam.... Been so long I saw you. How una dey. I don't think I really need to explain why I was away.  My last post was too serious so I took sometime off to regroup. The old noodles was a little bit over worked and stressed. Am back for good now and I would be updating the blog for the better part of the rest of the month... I must deliver the 31 posts I promised.

Saturday, 15 August 2015

Maybe it's funnier from where you are standing

I had no plans to post anything today, I had plans but it was in a different direction than am going today.  It was supposed to be light and funny but I just found out you can't do light and funny if you are consumed with anger so here goes. 

Friday, 14 August 2015

DIY Ankara covered book

Hey guys...  Am so sorry have not posted anything in a while... It's been 2days and it seems like ages. I did not post anything because I have been very sad lately, I can't even watch a movie without crying, and since this is my happy place,  I decided to keep quiet because I don't need any blues to stop my juju.
     So today post is very dear or is it near to my heart. I really love DIYs because making  things make me feel better about myself and it gives me bragging right. I have adorn my book with Ankara before but I did it because the poor book was falling apart.
    Not to waste your time and because my hand has started aching me I would jump right into the tutorial/pictorial.

What you would need:
Scrap material... Cotton
A pair Scissors
Tape measure

How to:
° iron your fabric(you don't want a wrinkled book)
° measure your book and make sure your material is at least one inch bigger than book.
°place your book on the material and determine how it would stay on it
°put your glue on the book( not too much in case you want to change the material later)
°place the material over the book(just like you wrap your books with paper) 

°use the first and last pages of the book to cover the fabric.

Tuesday, 11 August 2015

Please read this!.

The death of the Ooni of Ife, Oba Okunade Sijuwade, Olubuse II will be officially announced on Wednesday.
Making the disclosure on Monday, the Awara of Iwara-Ife, Oba Layi Adereti, said the preparation of the burial of the monarch who died at Saint Mary Hospital in London about two weeks ago will immediately commence.
Oba Adereti spoke for the first time on the death of the Oba Sijuwade, which had been severally denied by the palace chiefs.
According to him, the Oro festival is the final rite of passage for the Oba Sijuwade, disclosing that between 9 am and 4 pm on Wednesday the death of Ooni would be made public.
Oba Adereti, who is also the head of Oro Cult in Ile-Ife, warned all residents, both male and female of the ancient town to keep indoors during the Oro rites.
The monarch also disclosed that after the Oro rites and proclamation, subsequent rites will follow. He therefore appealed to all Ife residents to heed the restriction order to keep away from the palace area.
He added that though only women are normally barred when Oro festival is being carried out, this time around, it has no respect for any gender.
He said: “This is an official statement from the palace of Awara of Iwara-Ife who is the head of Oro diety that on Wednesday 12th August 2015, there would be official proclamation of the demise of Ooni of Ife. The proclamation will be made public during the Oro festival, being the final rites on the demise of Ooni of Ife.
“The residents of the ancient town are therefore urged to keep away from the streets between the hours of 9 am and 4 pm during which the Oro diety will be out. With the announcement, people are advised to stay in-door for the period when the Oro will be out.”
      Long and short of this post is don't come to ife on Wednesday.

Sunday, 9 August 2015

Sunday banter

Good afternoon people of God hope you all went to church, or for nasfat or to your babalawo house where ever you go on Sunday. Me I was not able to go to church, I actually decided not to go last night.  Personally am not a very good Christian, I won't come here and tell you about how much I love jesus 'hell to the no'  but I would keep trying to do what's right by me.  I decided not to go to church because I was still angry over the encounter I had with an old friend... The most annoying part is this boy did not even remember we were friends.  Like am just thay easy to forget, I actually met him at my favorite akara (bean cake) spot in ife. Apparently he came to buy akara too 'n as my mouth will not stop talking, I started talking to a total stranger and helped in out so the guy ask for my name, I was not in a name telling mood but I still managed to tell him and as politely as I can but apparently my 'friend' had seem me turn my smile upside down when I turned away 'n he decided to air his opinion.  According to him I should not have told the guy my name if I was not happy to..."who put his mouth in this matter " the most annoying thing was that he was actually forming British accent and lecturing me about been true to myself. .

Saturday, 8 August 2015

Hopeless romantic

I'm saying sorry in advance cos this wont always go as planned 
Though we don't mean to take our love for granted
It is in our nature to forget what matters
When the going is getting tough
And we're all about giving up
Things that we never thought we'd say
We'd say them
Things we never thought we'd play
We'd play them
It ain't perfect but its worth it
And its always getting better
Its would take time to make it right
Cos I'm still learning the art of love
I'm still trying not to mess it up
So whenever I stumble let me know
You need to spell it out for me
If I ever hurt you it not my intention
Cos we would make mistakes
Find out how much your heart can take
But I know you've got my back
And baby I got yours
Sometimes I will miss
I'm still learning how to give
I'm not giving up
I'm still learning how to love
I would get it right sometimes
While I am learning the art of love
But when I stumble
You need to let me know
You need to spell it out

Friday, 7 August 2015

Would you rather...

 Yesterday one of my lecturers really got on my nerves, dude said my first love's actions at the end of titanic is the most idiotic thing he had seen in his life. Apart from the part where he was hating on my crush, he was actually right, why would you freeze to death over someone you met a couple of days ago.
     He also buttressed(I love this word) his point with his believe that the only language women understand is money. Me I know I speak money but personally it's not my major language am fluent in other thing too.
     As we went further into the class, he ask a question which this whole post is about.
"would you rather marry an extremely rich impotent man or a very poor man who is good in the sack?
       Personally I would prefer the rich man. Man shall not live by sex alone and my study has shown that 90% of married women miraculously develop headache 6 night of the 7 that makes a week, so what the hassle?
   So guys what's your pick?