T.G.I.F.

I smiled again. Actually, I was amazed that I could forgive the panties. They had these little bow ties at both edges. I’ve always thought white panties were kinda too clinical and a huge turn off; but, watching her bend down and rise up consistently was getting me to have a rethink (no turn ons, ). I smiled and her sister said “You!, this man..., She is married, yes?” They both stuttered their sentences out in English and my subject ended her sentences with a smile and a flick of her hair; here I was, by chance with two beautiful and friendly Lebanese ladies.

I was using my lunch to pick up gifts for friends (I immensely enjoy doing that), this time I was at colors in Africa picking up art pieces (key holders, soap stone figurines and some wooden sculpture). “So, you buy plenty, you get discount, I buy plenty plenty, no get discount, why?” my subject asked, she was tall and beautiful, and like 7 months pregnant; she was picking artifacts for friends back in Lebanon. We chat about random stuff, about me (being an artist and working in a financial service company) and about how much she loved Lagos (crazy place, no?); she towered over me and we flirted shamelessly; her sister kept reminding me that ‘my subject’ was pregnant and married; we both ignored her. I never felt better in a long time, knowing nothing could come out of the whole flirt/chat thing. Time flew, had to leave...stretched out my hand for a handshake but got a warm hug instead.

Made a joke about her giving birth to twins and she said she’ll name the male after me. Laughed, went over to Debonairs, got a large tray of pizza, went back to work saw the 10.30 screening of Iron Man at Silverbird and went clubbing later. Beautiful day, the way a Friday should always go. Thank God another friday is around the corner.

Ahem ! ! !

Onydchic says I’ve got A.D.D. (I say she’s wrong, ‘cos if you asked Mr. Ola Johnson- my secondary school maths teacher, he would tell you how I used to turn my maths assignments into sketch doodles); thinking about it now, I guess she wasn’t referring to algebra. That’s the most I want to dwell on that topic.

My worst addictions didn’t last, nothing longer than a few weeks, at most. That may be my only reason for not understanding what compels my “Lazy friend” to consistently and repeatedly give in to what he calls “the spirits”. In my own opinion, there are some things you should not make any excuses for, never. A young dude with a promising football career that is crazily addicted to sex and clubbing (to hunt for sex) is another dimension to being a junky.

Drug junkies smell like death, they reek of the substance that they abuse and give credence to the “What nourishes me also destroys me” quote. This dude threw away all hopes of going professional with his football career, though old enough to be a father; he still rags ‘pocket money’ from his mum, cannot engage in any kind of productive labour (he says he doesn’t want to work for anyone) and is scared of graduating from the university ‘cos he knows that ultimately leads to him fending for himself. Dude pays 5 to 15 gees (in this kain hard time) to have sex with a faceless club girl, then walks over to your house in the morning to eat breakfast and lament about how “the spirits” have possessed his “thing”.

Personally, I don’t understand it; there can’t be two of this type of person alive (well, maybe Eric Benet and Un..........d, that actually makes three of ‘em). I know there are doctors and psychiatrists amongst us, what is this ailment called? Because, personally I do not believe any spirit will make your loins so promiscuous. Moreover, evil spirits cannot let you enjoy so much (abi).

South Africans! I am adding my voice to the multitudes that think you should cover your faces and bury your heads in shame. What were you thinking as a nation, what reasons do you think you have to take the lives of people that have taken refuge within your territories?

The blood is on your hands, you are a nation of murderers, arsonists, rapists and thieves, not revolutionary ANYTHING. And what is more, AFRICA is quite about it, NIGERIA is quite about it, the whole WORLD has kept mum. What a shame, knowing your own painful history as a nation. Big shame!.

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I've had so many funny mornings; but it seems they always try to outdo each other. Walking to C.M.S. bus stop this morning, I was prepared for the usual thick weed smoke at Tinubu square, all around the fountain. What I wasn't prepared for was a dude blazing fast and hard (long drags and puffs) and doing a solo rendition of "Baba, gbe mi s'oke" (Father, lift me up; a Yoruba Christian song). His hands were spread in the usual blessing receiver pose towards the sky; the fat weed was on his left hand. I looked across the road and as I expected, he had an audience, fellow blazers were staring intently at him and nodding their heads like he was passing across some evangelistic coded message that only they could decipher. Strange world; I wonder who died or whatever happened to him (or them).

Ideas in clusters; and hidden recesses of my mind. Surfing hard on the colourful wings of the rainbow, but I still reflect in tones of grey (seek balance?). Yes, that's how it's been...I process ideas and promise myself that I'm gonna do a beautiful blog post; then I walk into the office and I get hit by the nagging and bullshit at work. I'm dying.

Manchester United won the Premier League title yesterday and the whole of Lagos Island went buck wild (we always love a good reason to party). Unfortunately, I had to make an appearance at work (yep, on a Sunday) so I saw only the first half; fortunately, I got back home before they finished all the booze and goodies. Downed bottle of Baron De Valles and realised rather too late that I was shacking on an empty stomach. Feeling warm inside and particularly happy, I turned to Tae and told her how much I thought I loved her. Wonderful girl, she just smiled and said "Of course, I know how much you do...meanwhile, have you had anything to eat?". I ate the hot fried plantains first and the fried eggs later. I snuggled up to her and wonderful things happened (not sex, peeps!). Why couldn't my girlfriend be this caring? Woke up this morning with a nasty headache, had a cold shower, now at work. The cycle grows bigger.

 

I'm not sexist, and I really hate to pass an opinion on religion and shit that has to do with sexual preferences; But, WTF is happening to good old guy and girl standard relationships?. Was at Reloaded Night Club the other day and the place was packed full of Lesbos and Fags. What the fuck happened, peeps? I can understand the lesbo bit (I willingly accepted the reason a lesbian friend gave to me once, something about women being more in tune with their emotions and shit), maybe that's 'cos I'm chauvinistic and will never say no to jumping in on a lesbo action set. But, once again, WTF is guy on guy shizzles for? Why would any sane guy dump the curvaceous and voluptuous confines of a woman's body and explore..., explore what? Bones and muscles? Damn, maybe I need to chill out on the bashing bit, before I get acid thrown on me, but this shit is taking a choke hold on this country big time. Haba, we are young nah, and the women are so so beautiful.