Ringatitis

Yours sincerely tied the knot only recently and I tell u it’s a wonderful experience, even though the series of events leading up to the D-day were not one I would want to live through again. We were met with challenges and more challenges, from venue issues 3 weeks to our date , to our caterer delivering food to the venue a week before our proposed date but thank God the day came and was a success even more than  Kay & I expected. I think we do have a terrible wedding culture in Nigeria, the pomp and pageantry that are usually associated with our weddings are uncalled for (I know some people will want to crucify me but na dem sabi). Two young people with the intention of starting a new life together are plagued with the multifarious encumbrances that comes with a Nigerian wedding most times depleting their purse to  nought. I tell every intending bride/groom that cares to listen ;just do your best and leave the rest

Thee wedding ring is meant to be a symbol of love, but right now its about my biggest headache, how am I supposed to carry that weight on my finger round the clock? How am I meant to go about my daily chores like I used to with one finger less(at least that’s how I see it) It’s so so uncomfortable, I envy the women folk, they do it effortlessly and  with grace. But as for me as soon as am indoors, off with the ring. Recently I invoked Kay's wrath when I left home without the ring. You should have seen her fuming... It was a cute sight.lol. She made us go back to get the ring just when I thought I was home free. I always thought I was the only one with the predicament until my neighbor who also recently got hitched told me that I  have a kin in him and shared his own experiences, another friend of mine was jubilating because something went wrong with his ring and his wife had to send it back to the point of purchase in UK. His joy was that it would take at least 4 weeks for it to be fixed so for that 4 weeks he was RING FREE. Then I realized that 'ringatitis' (as I have come to dub it) may be common amongst newly married men.

I do not have a quarrel with the ring because I want to do funny business with the womenfolk, Far from it, if for anything I wear it with a sense of pride that i have crossed that hurdle  also  I get a lot of stares because people tend to wonder how come this 'boy' is married(am sure I have mentioned before that i look a lot younger than my age). I only wish that wearing the ring was like wearing my wrist watch. I hope as time goes on the effect of ringatitis would wear out. But until then Oh dear wives of ours, if we don’t wear our rings all the time, its not because we love you less, its because as with many other things in marriage...It is a gradual process.

My Blog, My alternate reality

I find that I can just be myself out here, live the life of the alternate me that does think about bills
emotions,love, relationships. Out here I can be who and what I want to be.
Scream, shout, sob, cry without muttering a word out loud asides the muffled clacking sound of my keypads.Its my little haven, even though my real world is gradually sipping in no matter how hard i try to cordon it off

Pheww!!! been a long time(subsidy news)

Its been ages since my last post...almost 4 years now, woow. Within that period lots and lots of things have happened to me. I have transformed from the quiet young man into, a guy that knows the ways of the world, but now i don kool down ooh. Ur boi would be a proper "Mr" pretty soon (shining my 32,don't ask who she is). I promise am gonna be updating frequently now since i gotten my blogger password issue sorted.

I guess u all know that naija have been on strike for a little over a week now(one week and one day to be precise). Am not gonna dwell on the series of events that led to the strike, am sure you are all well informed. The good thing that came out of the strike/street protest was that Nigerian's became well informed and are now aware of how we are being governed. We now have facts and figures on what is  spent on what by the government.We took to the streets, young, old,rich ,poor. I was and still am impressed. Halfway into the strike I really got tired and wanted to go back to work. I was amazed at myself cos heaven know i don't like going to work like that.I had rather seat at home and work from my lappie and get alerts at the end of the month that my account has been credited (if only that were possible). But yesterday after the bb broadcast about the strike being suspended, I wished it were a untrue, I wished that i could sleep anytime i want and wake up as late as i wanted the next day. Its amazing how paradoxical we can be as humans. I got loads and loads to d,. I had better get back to works before I invoke d wrath of my employers. Catch ya all larra

Easter holidays

I no even know wetin i wan blog about. I have been so outa touch that i dont know wat to even say here, wat in God' name made me click on New post? I guess maybe because its been a while since my last post. Even right now as i dey talk, i still dey reak my brain to find out wetin i go talk about. i noticed a lotta my fav bloggers have gone MIA. the likes of teaureanmix, babaalaye and lots. I havent posted for a while cos my day job has gotten a better part of me. I had one of the best easter holidays in a long. I know from the sound of that you will probably think that i went out and had fun (me wey like waka well well) but no I spent time with family in warri. I slept ate and then slept and ate. I felt like royalty and i loved it, i was served hand and foot. I couldnt believe that for the four to five days of the holiday i didnt go anywhere (which is unlike me by the way). I just laid about and savoured the beauty of being served per min per min. I work round the clock that i really get the time to just rest. the week days are spent in the office. Weekends i wanna hit the Island and see whats happening (VGC can be very boring i tell you) maybe see a movie, go for a show(some please tell AY to refund my money oh, that AY 2 live was something else,overbooked to the extent that omo boy couldnt even catch a glimpse) or just hang with friends. But this holiday was a wonderful deviation. I made the best of it. Didnt have to eat all those 'rubbery food' they are always cooking in all these restaurants. I ate home made food which i have done in a while.I hope another holiday comes pretty soon lets see what i make of it this time

The Big Question

It seem like hours ago we were all wishing each other happy new year and wam bam January has ended. Like joke like joke boys done dey old oh. But there is one question that keep bugging my mind. Its supposed to be a personal problem oh and I wonder why am sharing it here. But Hey! maybe that’s why I started blogging in the first place. Its and age old question since time immemorial. To Marry or not to marry?

I am just beginning to realize that I am getting old oh even though am just 26 yrs. Its beginning to dawn on me that I need to get married, need to tie that nuptial knot. But keep wondering if am ready....am i up to the task? Am I ready for it? For cry out loud most of the time is the boy in me that gets the better part of me. I am i sure i am ready for this responsibility? To be answerable to somebody (cos right now i aint) To start having kids, changing napkins, start paying school fees, going to PTA meetings and all the lots? Am I ready? That’s a question that only I can answer.

Another daunting task is location. We still having issues with where we will stay. She is a US citizen and doesn’t want to come back and settle down here. Where as I am a naija boy to the core and i aint gonna be no second class citizen in some oyinbo mans country. call me proud or old fashioned na you sabi. Yes i could go and do my masters there (planning to do that pretty soon anyway) , I could go for holidays (which I have never done by the way). But to go and stay there Naaaaah! I still like Nigeria the way it is. Even with the no lights, Lagos traffic (which is getting worse by the days especially with this construction works in Ozumba Mbadiwe), gross indiscipline....I still love my country. I pledge to Nigeria my country, to be faithful loyal and honest. I am faithful to you Oh great Nigeria. I love the little or no tax we pay. I love the joy I get from hear kids scream each time PHCN brings back the power. I love Nigeria. Most of my people seem to think am insane for not wanting to go. My very bobo say him don dey find this opportunity to get easy visa. But Na him sabi Joo. He has his life I have mine. Different strokes for different folks i guess.

Water under the bridge.

A lot of of things have happended to me over the last three months. For one I have become blog lazy. Wooah! I can hardly type oh right now. my eye is still drowsy from the large amount of alcohol that went into my system on saturday night. I found my self drinking even though am a teetotaller at a friend birthday bash. This lagos don spoil me Ooh. See this "good boy" that spent most of time in the north imbibing the salient principles of self control and morality...now this land of sodom and gomorrah has devoured him. Abeg oh the thing never reach like that. Just went out and had some fun this weekend. Back to the begining before I digress to far. Since my last blog a lot of water has passed under my bridge. The one thing that stands out in my mind was when I lost someone so dear, even till this present moment I find it hard to believe that he's no more. Its not the fact that he's gone that hits me, its how it was he passed on. For some one with a gentle soul he did not deserve that. Its made me to start questioning life and death, what's fair and what's not. I just couldnt comprehend how a man thats so loving, caring, always thinkin about helping others can be so callously murdered. My heart bleeds every day for him.Bleeds for his family that was left behind

Bounced in the Club AAGAIN!!

Na wetin I do this people ehn? When them just dey treat me like this? i no know wetin I do all these Eko bouncers. E be like say them hold meeting with my picture say make them no dey allow me inside club oh. Omo boy wan go groove na so them just shoo me off say i be under aged. Under gini? old man like me wey go soon clock 25yrs. I know i look 18 or thereabout. For crying out loud that is why I leave the moustache/beards(even though say them no plenty).So it was friday and we went to see the premiere of Pirates of the carribean III. And i enjoyed every bit of it even though we kinda got there a late thank God say the film long well well. Around midnite the movie ended we decided to hit the club. We went to soul lounge first. But me i no gree make we enter because all the time wey i dey go there them never ever allow me enter. them go talk say na for the Matured. Can you imagine that. the last time nah my apkola shoe i been wan take stone the boucer but i come remember say God no give me body like am. Na beat them for beat me that day. So I caome tell my pips say make we opt for another place. The next club wey we go, as your sincerely was about to enter, see the gigantic hand wey push me go back ehn. I no believe am. AB and him chick don already enter, my cousin don already enter na only me remain. Shwo see me see trouble oh. AB yarn the bouncer tire. The bobos refused to bulge. I wan vex die(When no be La Casa). This is the umpteenth time this was happenin to me. I just tell Ab say make him shun the guys. We moved on searching for greener patures. The next Club wey we reach, Na so i just bone up dey form answering phone call. Enter the thing jare. Ol Boy I wan groove die that that i dance till 4:30. i no fit believe am. AB pratically had to drag me out. But come i think i know what I am gonna do to these bouncers. make una no worry i go tell una later