My Bucket List..:)

So i'm turnning 18 in a bit, and i just realized i've actually not had any remarkably funny/crazy event..sad innit?

And cos of that, i decided i was gonna create my own bucket list that i have to achieve before i turn 21. Can i hear an amen somebody!

Okay so basically, i have the next 3  years to achieve the following..

P.s. For those who dont know, a bucket list, is a list of things you wanna do before a certain time.

So here's mine:

- Eurotrip with my sister..i seriously hope i do this..

- Publish my first novel..probably titled 'Letter to my future husband'..;D

- Kiss a white dude..now this is totally random! Hehe..

- Released a single..seeing as everybody is now a musician, i will never carry last, so whether u love me, or hate me, or you really cant be bothered, you have to listen to it o! And buy my album if i decide to release one!

- Run outta my room topless when i hear 'man on the floor'..haha..i just hope it'll be some random dude, not some boy that likes me, or some perveted freak, i'll just die!

- Have my first article published in the national dailies or a magazine. P.s. My first article in a magazine will be out soon!! Yay! I'm really excited about it! Very excited!

- Start my own Fashion accessory line..i need a lot of courage to push this sha..and money obviously! All i know is i wanna be the next Ituen Basi! So y'all watch out.

- Kiss a girl..yes? no? Maybe? Not sure yet..:)

- Be enganged! Yup, i said it, i wanna be engaged. Maybe not with a ring and all but i wanna have a steady 'almost-husband' not boyfriend..so dear present boyfriend take note o!

- Write a love letter..<3

- Maybe bust the windows of somebody's car..that'll definitely be fun..hehehe..

-And like in the movie, A walk to remember, i want to be in two places at one time.

- Swim in a village stream..dont ask me why..

- Matchmake two of my friends..just so i get to be the one to give the toast at their wedding!

- Meet Chris Brown..okay i know i have some MFM friends..i need y'all to say an amen to this one oh!! I dont care  where i'm gonna meet him..as long as its not in heaven.

- Faint and throw up too in my first surgery clinical..

- Be on TV..though i've been on TV before, on NTA's Work it out..*shinning teeth proudly*

Okay i think that's all..buh my bucket list is still open sha..i hope to add more on..And you should probably start your own bucket list too..#Justsaying

Btw,I heart Olamide Sonubi! #Okbye!

xx!

Dear Readers..

First things, I love you guys muchos!

And sorry for the inconsistency but being in med school is a consistent pain in the butt! Imma try my best to keep doing what i love doing.

I might not have the best blog ever but blogging for me is not about being the best.

So i apologize to everybody that got tired of checking every other week..Can't make any promises but fingers crossed!
P.s. Plix Plix Plix *Yoruba accent* My mama no send me go school go do Unilag amebo o! So for all of yáll thinking it, just HOLD IT!
Before babes come and ambush me in school..lol..

Yours Truly,
The HawtHawt Fairy..x!

Cool Kids Association Of Nigeria.

Okay i know your first reaction is probably wth?! But your allowed to think like that. It was my exact same reaction when i first of all heard the phrase.

Cool kid yeah? Quite hilarious! Hehehe..

So a couple of days ago, i was chilling with a couple of friends and we were talking about how everybody has a blog nowadays and somebody said, "Oh! Dont you know its one of the requirements to be a cool kid?" and i'm like O.O

Apparently the other requirements are (according to my friend that is) :
.. Own a set of Beats by Dre headphones.
.. Have atleast two different colours of contacts
.. Have a blog
..You must know how to edit pictures..master the art of photoshopping!

P.s. I have all of these according to her except the Beats..Nokia or Ipod earphone chilling  :( And my birthday is in about 32 days so show some love na..haha..jk..

Also i know everybody has their own rule book for the cool kids i guess. Earlier in the week, a number of people were even tweeting about CKAN..Cool Kids association of Nigeria if you are lost.

And the thing is, a lot of people live their lives trying to be cool kids and seriously they have me shaking my head vigourously. It fun to be a cool kid o like me..hehehe..buit really you dont have to go out of your way to take a picture with your friend's Beats or something na.

Cool Kids rock yeah..and for the fun of it, i'm going to make my own Cool Kids requirement list too.

Here we go:
..Have over 500 followers on twitter (It is an achievement trust me, so clap for yourself)
..You must have atleast a pair of coloured skinnies.
..You must always form bad guy even if its not necessary.
..Nobody rolls with Ipods anymore so you must have Ipad.

Okay i'm all out of ideas seeing as i suck ar being a cool kid, but rock as being me..I think you should do same! :)

P.s.s. beats are Headphones for listening to music and all, not Neck accessories!!!! Choi! #okbye

xxx..

A Week Without...

Everybody has one addiction or the other. Just like yours truly, Moi! Yup, even though it took me a while to realize i was addicted to twitter, i finally did and decided to take a one-week twitbreak. Which i wasn't very happy about but i'm almost through. I have just over 24hours to go and i can tweet again!  

So for the past 135 hours, i've not been able to tweet. I've not even been able to open twitter to read my tweets at all! And take my word for it, it has been so boring. Sometimes i felt like i was loosing my freaking mind but i survived. And in less than 33 hours, i'll be back on everybody's  timeline to disturb the living daylight out of their Timelines..Hehehehehehehe a.k.a. my evil laugh. But frankly, i've had my fair share of boredom to last me the next 10 years..JK

Now for a quick summary of how the last 136 hours have been..(I had to go make lunch..okay indomie..:p)

• I watched over 100 videos on Youtube..no jokes! It actually got to a point were i started watching  Glee videos of different perfomances. *sigh* And even x-factor videos!
• I read a whole lot more, and being the good student that i am, i only read one novel and spent my late night poring over my class notes.
  

I noticed the beautiful world we live in. For once i actually took note of my environment. (And by all that, i basically mean i noticed so many fine boys! Choi! Noticed only though..eye candy things)

• I actually had time to read my bible! Bless! Now i feel like a good christian child..i always been one anyways..hehe..
• My battery never died! Normally when i tweet, my battery dies at about 12 or 1 in the afternoon, or 3 if i'm not tweeting so much. So yay!!
• I actually in most of my classes, instead of tweeting. (Okay i .couldn't bring myself to listen in physiology though) x_x

Opposite of Something

Unwanted
That's how I've been made to feel
Unappreciated
No one seems to care what I think
Unloved
If I'm down no one takes notice
Unhappy
Because I am unable to not care
Understated
I don't say much because it goes nowhere
Unneeded
Everything can be done without me
Unexcited
What brings me up only makes me fall harder

I am spiralling down
Out of control
I am not depressed
I just care too much
No one understands the workings of my mind
Not even I
I rise only to fall harder and farther
But I must rise, it's unavoidable
I want to be cherished
Pampered, hugged and loved
Because right now I feel like
Nothing


LAE

Dear Future Husband

I've always wanted to just sit and write a letter to my future husband (aka BankyW..lol...JK) so thats what ima do this night. Future husby i really hope you are reading this by some odd chance so we can always sit back in the next 20 years and laugh about it.

P.s. This is very vital privileged information though and it is all inspired by the love i have for you. Hehehe. Legooo

1. You must be tall o! As in very tall so you could always lift me and my legs will really be dangling in the air. Infact ehn, i want my head to be reaching just your upperarm not shoulder. So if you are short now you can like to start body stretching exercises. Or simply just go on an exclusive beans diet. :D Remember its because i love you o!

2. You know you are a very lucky man seeing as i'm a 'one-naira' chic. Yes o! I said one naira. But err husby, you know you love me na so don't let me remain a one-naira chic forever. Feel free to add as many zeros to the one..you know..;)

3. I like cooking very much (or rather experimenting) so please sweetheart get ready. No more regular rice and beans and bread. I'm talking beef stronganoff, balsamic rice, fillet mignons...you will enjoy o! But if i get it wrong the first time i cook it, just smile and force yourself to finish it. Or 'codedly' pour it under the table.

4. Husby, if you think i'll ever hire an 'Ekaette' better come back from jonzing world now now. We'll have maybe an 'Abeni' 'Mary-rose' or 'Blessing' if you are lucky gan. (No offence to anybody bearing any of those names)

5. And please Husby you know i'm a senseless romantic so you have to tell me i'm the most beautiful woman ever every single day, even when i'm pregnant, bloated and waddling about like a Duck, just because you love me..:D

6. You know we have to keep the romance in our marriage alive so every last Friday of every other month is our night. You must take me out to dinner and treat me like your little princess. And please we dont do fast-food only continental restaurants and the likes (I am still a one-naira chic o! I just like good things. I mean, who doesn't!)

7. Please husby, i'm begging now, you must be able to sing me out of my senses. No TerryG or Timaya business o! I need you to serenade me like Neyo, or Banky or Bez or John Legend or even 2face (at worst). And please if you have no writing skill endeavour not to form you own lyrics because i will laugh if you sing nonsense. You can always sing me a Lionel Richie classic.
*Big hint: Perform for me at our wedding, i promise to act surprised and even throw it a few tears. <3

Pause.

Husby hope it not too much already? Oya i'll soon finish.

8. This is a very vital part. So listen well! I want 8 kids. Yes! 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 kids! Please please please please please. So if you have no plans of being 'rich' oya please start changing your mind. The 8 is somehow negotiable sha..but please, you know you love me so 8. And i have no problem popping them out. :D

9. This is the last one hun. God first baby! Go and learn all you bible stories now so you can read them to our children at night. Remember it was David that killed Goliath o! And moses that parted the Red sea (better don't change the colour). Before you teach our children nonsense. Lol..

And that is it..okay there might be part 2 o. Hehehe.. Just have it at the back of your mind that i'm ready to love you with every single atom of my being hun. Ima be yours and yours only forever and ever. :* <3

xoxo

Beatitudinem

I dance, I sing, I smile
Excited, Euphoric, Ecstatic
A moment of pure happiness
No music playing from devices
Just the one from my emotions
My heart dances
No cares, No worries
I accept and love myself
No criticizing voices
It seems they are all asleep
I pray they sleep forever
So that this moment
This happiness never ends

LAE

The End On One Chapter And The Beginning Of Another- Death.

Death..It will not dawn on us till we are a hundred years old.

                                                                - A teenager

It's only when we truly know and understand that we have a limited time on earth -- and that we have no way of knowing when our time is up -- that we will begin to live each day to the fullest, as if it was the only one we had.

                                                                                                                    -Elisabeth Kubler-Ross

I've lost a couple of friends my age and there about but the full reality of death hit me in the face last week when i lost a friend who was exactly my age.

At this age, we often feel we are invincible. We feel we can do whatever we want and get away with it. If somebody walked up to you this moment and told you that you were going to die tomorrow, you'll probably say, 'God forbid' and laugh it off. yes, thats just how it is with most of us.

I mean, every time i hear the world is ending in 2012, i say a silent prayer to God to let me have my eight kids first before the world ends ( Yes, I said *, i want 8 kids...Lol) 

We all pray the prayer to see our children's children but we never fully admit to ourselves that life is God's to give and take as he pleases. We really have no say when we are going to die, whether it is after having 8 kids or when we are all bent over and wrinkled or even when we are about to go play the neighborhood basketball game.

A couple of weeks ago, i was talking with my mum about the rumors of when the world would end (Yeah, i got scared and ran to my mummy after reading the 21-05-2011 prediction in the middle of the night), and she said something that stuck with me since the. She said, 

                   "The world ends for you when you die,

                     And you can die at this very moment

                     Or 80 years from now..."

Deep yeah? (It was one heck of a conversation).

There i was worrying about the future and when the world would end when i could very well be dead in the next minute or hour or day.

And then, at my friend's  funeral, i could not help but wonder what my funeral would be like and what people would say about me during my eulogy and my tribute..

                           'She was pretty'

                           'She was my classmate'

Or

                          'She was a good Christian'

                          'She touched my life'

Would people shed genuine tears for me? 

Would they rejoice that i'm in a better place or would they simply cry because of the uncertainty of where i'll be?

Would i have touched a life? Or more? yes, i might just be 17 but isn't 17 years enough time to make a difference?

I believe my friend is in a better place right now, i believe she's in heaven. And i also want my family and friends to be comforted by that same thought when i'm gone. I want them to have the assurance that they will see me again and that id doesn't all end here.

Death has dealt me a hard blow and the only solace i find in death is the afterlife. Imagine if this life really ended here, it would all be a waste! A blady waste! Admit it!

Today, through the death of a dear friend, I've learnt a lot, I've come to face the reality of the afterlife/

*This article is dedicated to the friends I've lost in the course of life. Julie, Ayoola, seun, Ella. R.I.P.

Midnight. (A Nigerian Adaptation Of Twilight)

I was ninety nine point nine percent sure i was dreaming. Nobody ever looked like this! He was perfection personified.

John Clement.

Even his name had a ring to it. I knew what he really was. I knew his type. I should have figured it right from the beginning. His golden honey brown eyes and very black skin. He could easily be mistaken for a fully sun-baked Ghanaian but i knew better.

His type, they loved the heat (even when there were temperature extremities). That was why they had freshly moved to Lagos. The blazing, scorching sun was bound to attract his type but the Clements were the first of their kind in Lagos.

I did not know why, but i felt a strong unexplainable attraction to John, ever since his blazing skin mistakenly touched mine in biology practical class when i was trying very hard not to touch the formaline-infested frog.

I remembered what i had read the previous night about their type when curiousity had gotten the better of me. Known to have descended from the same bloodline as Clifford Orji, there were known as the hot ones. It was said that midnight wast the best time to hunt. The best time for them to hunt.

John's image popped into my mind again. Perfect jet black skin, golden honey brown eyes. he always had that strength, that agility that just made you imagine him pounding yam! Yes! John Clement at his full height og 6 ft 5" was a perfect picture of the perfect African man.

The only exception was that i knew just what he was. A WINCHARD. He was from a full family of winchies and winchard. And a very hot..sorry i mean pretty..no beautiful black bodied family family at that. I had made up my mind to confront him that day but just as i crossed the field to where he was standing with the other Clements I heard someone call my name,

'Ekanma!'

Faith.

 
I see the weird stares but I don't care because I have lost faith
Faith in what is known as mankind
Faith in myself
Faith in what should be the natural way
Faith that I would eventually find my own place
I'm standing outside in the dead winter cold
Naked as the day I was born
Tears streaming down because there is no tomorrow
Because what is life without faith
As the snow falls all around me 
Take in the beautiful sight
Beauty that I see in everyone but can't find a glimmer in me
I catch one snowflake and stare at its intricacies
How something so small can be so beautiful and exquisitely crafted
Yet I still can't seem to find any faith to go on
As I slowly freeze I think to myself
It is best to be wanted and not had than to be had and not wanted
As my faith went so also did my life

Diwura Edun

A Tale Of Mr. Wuggly And No Chocolates: Missing You...x!

As i sit here in my room, on my bed in this extremely cold weather with Mr. Wuggly and Papi (My teddies incase you are wondering), a picture begins to form in my mind.

I grab Mr. Wuggly and cuddle him trying hard not to see you. Then i remember how i used to call you my cute, yellow, extremely cuddly teddybear and i cant help the smile that comes to my lips.

In that fleeting bittersweet moment all sorts of emotions course through my being as well as thoughts and memories.

At this point, the picture in my mind is fully formed and definitely isnt going away. me. you. Lying with my head across your chest. Listening to your heart beat intently. Imagining that your heart beats for mine.

Oh how i miss those days. The good old days of young love. You face. Your arms. Your voice. Its so not the same over the phone. I hold back a deep-throated sob and cuddle Mr. Wuggle and Papi even tighter. Atleast they were there to provide the immediate warmth and solace i needed. 

I turn up the volume of the song i'm listening to and MI's lyrics immediately infiltrate my thoughts;

                                'Come closer baby

                                 I've got my eyes on you

                                 I like the things you do...'

*Insert deep sigh at this point* Lol.

Obviously the song is definitely not helping much. But i still listen to it about 50 more times. talk about some serious addiction. Hehe.

And the Darkpoet's Fimile remix comes on and i'm laughing at the lyrics and singing along. Now this was definitely helping! Before i knew it, i had let go of Mr. Wuggly and Papi and i was boogerying down and wiggling my little booty. *insert giggle here* Lol again.

And yes, that was how aanother bout of seriously-missing-you ended. One of the very many i've been in in the last 4 months.

And it spelt victory for me because i didnt shed a tear, i was becoming tougher and stronger. And without chocolate, ice-cream or food to help. (though i still needed Mr. Wuggly and Papi)..

                                                                

...xx...

Yet another tale  from one of cupid's victims :*