Ozaveshe

I met Chinonso Ozaveshe Onyeabo at NYSC camp. He was a wonderful distraction.

I watched him flirt with a lot of girls and was tickled by their reactions. I'm a boy's girl, and can tell when a man is switching on his charm..Ozaveshe's charm switch was spoilt, so it was permanently on.

I lost Nonso in October 2010. It was a painful loss. I haven't written a word about the loss because I couldn't put word to paper.
He was a wonderful person..always lit up a room.

I feel for his family..I can't imagine how it is to lose a sibling or child.

Just so it is known, I love my darling Ozaveshe..when I lost him to cancer, I wished I had a bit of him. I just realised I do..in my heart..as my friend..forever and ever.
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Blogging: Its after-effects.

So, I read my old posts today. Some made me smile, others made me cry because I had forgotten the memories.

I love blogging. It is, to me, like keeping a diary that my children and many more of my predecessors can have access to.

I've blogged about love..breakups..happiness..sadness..yearnings..disappointments..pain..pleasure...

I wonder what I could give up writing for totally..and I have my answer...absolutely nothing. It gives me joy..
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Thin lines

I just feel the need to share this:

Every day we come across different people and different experiences..some karmaic(for us who believe in Karma) and others not karmaic but as a result of decisions made and actions taken.

Today,I looked at my palms and noticed the finer lines...and a gash made on my left hand by a knife and I realised that there are lines in almost every action.

For instance, have you ever been so polite that you come across as rude?
Or so upset that you push yourself to the insane side of the divide?
Or ask for something so much that it becomes begging?
Or apologize for something that you begin to wonder if you are a stalker of sorts?

I have definitely crossed many lines...but then,who has not?
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Nigeria is 50

Day 18 was written by Jaguda. Kindly visit his link for the previous bloggers link.

I was at a loss about what to write..
We have way too many issues to harp on..but I will choose Health.

One of my closest friends in the world called me and told me that for the last one year she has been continually diagnosed with Malaria. She had wondered why she would have continuous malaria and went to America for a second opinion (which she can fortunately afford). She was then told by the doctors that she has a rare bone sclerosis (osseous sclerosis, basically it is the inability of the bones to receive oxygen hence resulting in bone deterioration), and that there is no cure to her ailment at the stage that she is in. I read and found that if the person had been diagnosed in the very early stages that there would be a chance of saving her.
I have been upset and I have had it on my mind since she told me. I have such hatred right now for the people who have rigged their way into the offices. When they are ill they are sent abroad to receive treatment and nothing is as annoying as that. Since they already know that while they are in power they can steal as much as they like and they can go abroad at the drop of a hat why would they care about improving the health care facilities?
I wish we will have a revolution soon enough and things will change for the better in Nigeria. I will be losing my friend because we do not have the right equipment to save lives. The saddest thing is that these politicians have no fear and do not realize they will be held accountable to their Creator.
I wish I could write more, but I am not in the best frame of mind.


Please go to Myne, for the next article.
Kudos to Rethots for this idea.

Happy New year to me

So, I have not blogged in a while...been too busy to do so...
BUT, today, I was sacked...and I am actually happy.
Will keep writing...as the thoughts keep coming...
Kisses..

Okadas and Helmets

As everyone who reads my blog knows,I loathe okadas.I might have been
one of the only persons alive that was glad when it was made necessary
that the Idiots(okada riders)and their kinsmen(Okada riders as well).I
make no apologies for dissing them..
Anyways,today on my way back from Grailland which is at iju hills,we
decided to go through Agege and we were commending the works our
Governor,Babatunde Fashola,when we heard people screaming.It turned
out that one of the Piaggio aka Keke marwa riders that was right
behind us,decided to vie out of the lane.The idiot(because they are
older brothers of okadas),had decided that being held up by the
traffic light for a minute or so was too much to ask.The driver vied
out without looking behind him and knocked down an okada.The Okada in
turn knocked down a man who was standing on the road.

It just brought back awful memories of my accident.The most notable
thing about this silly incident is the fact that both the rider and
the passenger had not strapped on their helmets.

Now,imagine this scenario,the bike falls,rider's hard hat(because
somewhere in the idiot's mind,a helmet and a hard hat are doing the
same thing) falls off,then rider,previously unhurt then hits his head
on the hard hat with a hard force consistent with gravity and the
damages his skull which leads to brain damage.
Summary:Brain damage.

Sometimes,I wonder if it is waste of money training Nigerians.My only
hope is the fact that it worked in Cross River(not Cross Rivers as it
is often mistakenly called) under the Duke dispensation.

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"Hope" is the thing with feathers-that perches in the soul and sings
the tune without words- and never stops- at all.
Emily Dickinson.