PURE PARADISE...

Having had one of the shittiest days one could ever imagine,

I wanted,  needed a break...

More like a distraction.

I knew what would cure that...

Probably a little treat of icecream...

Toss in some chocolate, good music...

Probably a call from Him...

Yeah, that should put me in a better mood.

It should... but it didn't.

*****

Instead I ended up in a worse mood, much worse than how I had started out. 

I knew what I needed; I knew it was one of those days that called for totally, unabashed and embarassing behaviour.

I had gone to see Him...

Ofcourse, we had had sex...

No. not sex, we had 'made love'.

 But that was far from what I wanted.

I didn't want to make love, I didn't want to be cuddled and I sure as hell didn't want my hair to be stroked...

 

I knew what I needed... I knew how I wanted it done...

I knew that I wanted to be hoarse... I knew I wanted to have sweet pains...

I knew I wanted to shed tears of ectasy...

Hell, I even wanted to have bite marks.

I left His house feeling guilty because I knew that He wasn't the one I was going to call...

For what I needed, He couldn't give...

So I turned to the one who would make it all come true.

The one whom I reserved for occassions as this...

 He answers on the third ring and of course is ready to indulge my carnality...

Ours is an unspoken agreement; Ours is a beautiful understanding.

We are both so caught up in our guilt that we just choose to see past the wrong we do.

*****

He gets here, the object of my desire...my sinful pleasure...

We need not speak words... We only listen to that which the body speaks...

He gives me what I want, just the way I want it...

Surpassing every expectation; understanding every moan.

Me and mine... we speak the language of the gods...

He takes me to the pinnacle... my head floats.

Breathless... Speechless...Flawless...

I couldn't have asked for a better performance...

My need has been satisfied... My conscience creeps in...

Engraving in my mind the fact that my indulgence is a dangerous one.

But how do I ignore the flaming embers of desire?

How do I explain that there is the one that my heart needs and yet another that my body craves...

*****

With a long kiss... He leaves me...

Going home to the arms of his loving wife...

And I, to the arms of my waiting love...

And there He will be...

Until the next time, I have a shitty day...

 

INVINCIBLE...

The rain drops make a soft lullaby on the rooftops,

The gentle pitter-patter echoes the sound of life.

The curtains are drawn, the breeze whistling soft verses of poetry,

The sheer stillness speaks volumes.

I love the rain, it puts me in a serene kind of mood.

In actual fact, it gives me an excuse to stay indoors,

It gives me an excuse to stay hidden.

Mine is a story of a fallen angel,

Defeated, only in the mind, but an angel nonetheless.

I once read a story...

A story about a man...

He had everything one could ever imagine...

Lots of money, a trophy wife, a big house with the white picket fence,

Two beautiful children, a boy and a girl...

The perfect man with the perfect wife creating a picture of the perfect family...

Known by all, envied by most...

Remembered by a single bullet shot through the head...

That perfect man who lived the perfect life, met the perfect death...

How does this relate to me?

I'll tell you.

That perfect man, with the perfect life and I have some astonishing similarities.

Every one carries a secret, a dark shadow that lurks around the corner...

Waiting for that perfect moment...

Everyone has that thing that they are most ashamed of...

For me, that thing that I wish I never had...

That thing I am most ashamed of...

Is... ME.

I am the perfect porcelain doll...

Beautifully created... tastefully arched... skillfully polished...

Worthy enough to cost you your second, third, fourth and fifth glances.

Groomed in all social graces, courtesies and dips...

But that is as far as it goes...

******

An evil tradition beckoned...

And placed on me the heaviness of duty...

So I did, without batting an eyelid...

I did what was expected of me.

I married him, the man I hated...

The man I couldn't bear his presence...

The man who consumed the very life of me just by trying to love me...

Iwas a voiceless face... committed to a fate that mocked the concept of life itself...

The perfect death awaited me...

 In fact, Death paled in comparison to the trials that were ahead of me...

Oh yes, we were the perfect family; He was the perfect man, husband and father...

And ofcourse, I was the perfect woman, wife and mother...

That is until...

I ended the dream with a single bullet hole to his head.

That is my secret, This is my dark shadow.

Yet, every one looks on at me...

As the grieving widow.

Even the ones who should know better, choose to ignore...

I sat with them every day, dined with them...

And yet they looked everywhere for the killer...

Everywhere but here;

Right in front of them...

HE SAID... SHE SAID...

He said:

When I see her, I just want to be with her and give her everything she needs...

Why can't she see that I am afraid of messing up what we are struggling to build?

She's beautiful, she's charming, she's witty...

She would be the perfect woman for any guy...ok not just any guy...

For me...

But when she looks at me, I wonder what she's thinking about...

Those deep, soulful eyes boring into my face like she's got the keys to the deepest recesses of my soul...

She doesnt see through me, she sees me... She gets me...

That is freaky...

I just wish there was a way to make her understand...

She said:

I look at him, sitting there, lost in his own world...

And I wonder, how is it that he's so calm...

Can he not understand that I crave for him so much it hurts?

Its like he has put up some kind of barrier that shields him...

Is he afraid of letting go?

Is he cautious of allowing himself to even care about me?

I do not want to seem insecure but he keeps on sending mixed signals...

His mouth says one thing yet his body says another...

Can I continue like this, being so close to him yet so far?

I need to make him understand that I'm here for him, that I want this...

But how?

He said:

Wow, she's braver than I thought...

She's really strong, managing to keep her feelings for me at bay...

Could it be mere pretense? or could it be real?

Is it possible that she doesn't like me in that way?

Wow, that thought has never crossed my mind...

How does that make me feel? it makes me feel weird in a bad way.

Ego tripping? maybe... probably.

I want her, that's certain...

But I'm not sure I want her the way she wants me to want her...

Pathetic? Yeah I thought so too...

She said:

Oh! Can you just ask me out already?

Like really, how hard can this be?

You already know how much I like you...

And I think you like me too.

So what in God's holy name is keeping you?

Ok so they say a girl's supposed to be patient...

But how patient is patient?

Am I supposed to wait forever?

Make up your damn mind and let me know what the deal is...

Ok! deep breath... let it out slowly...

Whew!!! is finding a man this hard?

Or is there more to this?

I do not know how much longer I can wait...

He said:

So she's withdrawing, she hasn't said so but I can sense it...

The calls have reduced, the long chats, the way she relates...

A new guy perhaps? Nah, she likes me too much to do that...

Or does she?

The other day we were hanging out, I kinda overheard her talking with one of 'the girls'...

'Bout her being in the market and all... and 'bout her needing something new...

Jealous? Maybe...

i'll just let her be for a while, I'm sure she will get back to being herself with me...

It's just probably 'one of em days'...

*shrugs*

She said:

I met someone yesterday,

He's rily cute and sweet and he makes me laugh...

We've been hanging out quite a lot and I like that...

Kinda helps in taking my mind off that 'painfully slow dude'...

*rolling my eyes*

I've come to the conclusion that he really doesn't like me...

Too bad 'cos this guy seems really nice.

Rebound? not really afterall, I never got to making it official with HIM...

*hiss*

So it can not be considered as a rebound.

I still think about him tho, but not as much as before...

*shrug*

He said:

I'ts official, she's seeing that dude...

What could she possibly and humanly see in him? really?

I just can not understand females...

i thought she liked me... you know...

We had a thing! I wasn't imagining it...

I'm pretty sure it wasn't all in my head...

She led me on... the b*!@T

That's what she did...

I still have a chance tho...

I think its time to turn my A game on...

Poor guy hasn't got a chance... lame ass dude,

I almost feel sorry for him...

She said:

Hahahaha!!! I feel sorry for HIM...

Walking round like a wounded puppy...

You freaking had your chance, you blew it...

What did you expect? I was gonna sit and wait for you?

I did wait, I did show you how much I cared about you...

But no, you just could not man up and do the right thing...

*sigh*

Now I don't see you that way anymore...

You're like .. my brother...

That would be incest

*ewwww*

You're a really good friend now... my person...

*hug*

I love you...

He said:

That hurt!... Friend zone? Brother?

So freaking condescending...

how did I ever get here?

Listening to her raving and ranting 'bout this new guy...

Telling me how good he is....

*shudders*

I wanna kill him, and her too...

All I was tryna do was be a gentleman... dats not in vogue anymore?

Then why in God's name didn't I get the bloody memo?

Sweet Jesus!!!

*scoffs*

Now, I'm the one she's seeking advice from, on how to please her man...

I'm supposed to offer my shoulder when she's hurting? really?

This sucks!!!

I really botched it this time...

But Imma make sure it doesn't happen again...

*walks off*



In reply to: Putting out the first time- What Izzy thinks

Let's say I am alone in a club or something.

And this fine, young man is just opposite me.

I know I have never met him before but then he smiles at me.

It's been a boring day and I'm only here to have fun.

So I figured why not return the smile?....

The typical scene

As expected, we share drinks, talk and even dance.

He finds me interesting, I find him interesting too..

And the times we aren't dancing, we are laughing.

And then for some reason I realised I have stayed out longer than I should.

Or maybe there's just nothing to return to.

Or just maybe I am a heartbroken young woman in search of someone to hold.

Or let's even assume that I just like him....

And then he suggests we go home together, and I agree.

And I go home with him and 'put out'...

Its our first time, not just our first time out together, but our first time meeting each other.

That's even worse than the scene Marie tried to paint.

If we are to be real with ourselves, there is no way this makes me cheap or should make me feel guilty.

Yes I said it!

The only person allowed to look at this as a bad thing is a person who is practising complete abstinence from sex. You are soo not allowed to judge me if you have sex with your partner in any form.

Have you ever stopped to ask yourself why the girl is the one who is looked upon as cheap? Did she sleep with herself? I think its because we have made it so. I think its high time we stopped putting women at the receiving end of anything sexual. Let's (especially Africans) stop treating sex like its a novelty for the man and a burden for the woman to bear. Let's understand that they both enjoy the experience and so one party should not be made to suffer any form of shame or guilt. Afterall, we both have to strip when we have sex or at least expose them organs!

Again let me say that whether a girl waits for ten years before she lets a guy sleep with her or she lets him before they even meet, what determines how he looks at you is YOU!! Haven't you ever seen a situation where a girl plays hard for so long and the minute she allows the guy, he changes immediately and becomes something else?

What do men really want? A girl who has desires but is forced to push them in just because she doesn't want you to look down on her? Or a girl who is just true to her feelings and knows what she wants?

I advocate for a society where anybody whether man or woman is allowed to 'express' without the risk of being made to feel guilty or uncomfortable with his/her body; Where people see sex as a mutually pleasurable and symbiotic act and not some form of conquest for a man; Where how long it takes you to 'put out' does not determine the success of your relationship....

#ThatIsAll

N.B This was borne out of a playful and mischievious mind. lol.. Ion have as much passion for the topic as I express in this piece.. lol.... ;)

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Dueces!!!

PUTTING OUT THE FIRST TIME...

Oh My God!!!

I did it again...

I let him eat my "cookies" before even letting him know me. 

What is always wrong with me?

What would he think of me now?

I guess I have really spoilt my chances...

*Sigh...Sigh... and deeper Sigh...*

Does this sound familiar?

I believe almost every female has passed through this before...

You know, the guy you meet, who you think he's nice and perfect and all that...

The guy who does everything right... the guy you have envisioned as being "the one"

And more importantly, the guy whom you really, really, like...

He asks you out on a date and you agree,

Its like magic to you, the conversation is flowing,

He's everything you pictured and a little more...

The date is over, your mind is made up...

He kisses you and the next thing;

You're both wrapped up in sheets, tangled bodies, peaking emotions...

All this comes to an explosive stop...

THE MORNING AFTER!!!

You awaken, your mind is racing and the next thing is:

Yep, that's you, curled up in that little corner of your mind,

You glance at your surroundings, taking everything in...

No, you were not drunk, you were very sane, you actually wanted this to happen...

But then, it really isn't about you at this point...

It is about him... you already know where you want to be with him;

You already know how you want this to end... as a matter of fact, this is just the beginning for you.

BUT...

What does he want? was this just a simple night of pleasure? or was it the start of something new?

Does he like you? or does he just see you as a means of release?

sex on the first date: a miss or a hit?

Different people have had different things to say on this, 

Can anything meaningful come out of it?

How does this affect your respect level?

Has it spoilt what you both have been building?

What next after this?

The thoughts and questions can be really overwhelming...

In actual fact though, does it really matter?

You meet a guy, you have amazing chemistry, its not just sexual,

You're both comfortable around each other, you can both be silly and act stupid,

You can even fart in front of him and he burps in your presence!!!

You are free to tell him about your escapades and he is telling you about the girls he has had things to do with...

So you had sex... does this really change all that?

Does it have to be so complicated? I mean, it had been building up for quite a while...

Yes, I know that we females go to bed with all sorts of emotional attachments and all,

So that kinda makes it difficult for us to see clearly after this has happened...

But whatever happened to... talking bout it perhaps?

I dunno but it just seems logical that for a person you claim to tell almost everything to, this shouldn't be an exception.

Honesty... No? Yes?

At least, you get to know where you stand, where you both stand...

And it takes you a step further in moving on...

Does it have to be so dramatic?

Don't you think that instead of shying away from it, you should both lay your cards on the table...

Let him know that this is what you want, and he says if he can handle it or not...

If you both want the same thing, then you both end up happy...
And if not... then another one bites the dust.
So its not always that easy, hell, it is never that easy...
But then again, what's done is done right?
Should sex on the first date be the 'deal breaker'?

A BROKEN SPIRIT...

Mama always said that marriage was the hardest thing anyone could embark on...

I used to think she was exaggerating; after all, she and papa were very happy;

And papa loved her.

She also used to say that habits got worse in marriage...

I never understood what she was talking about.

I wrote it off as musings of a troubled old mind.

But I never forgot one morning, when she came to dress me up for school...

She had puffy, red eyes... She had been crying...

And I had asked her innocently, why?

She looked at me and smiled wistfully...

And She whispered; there are some things that you cannot hope for.

and when you realise that, all that's left for you to do is cry...

As usual, I didn't understand.

After school that day, I came home to announce that I wished to be like her;

Her reaction both surprised and bothered me...

She instantly grabbed me by the arms and shook me quite violently while muttering;

You should never wish that!!!, You should never wish that!!!.

Crying, I ran to my room. Mama had hurt me.

But more than physical hurt, She hurt me emotionally.

I was 5 and I didn't understand...

Some twenty something years after, I am beginning to see clearly and understand well what Mama meant...

I'm beginning to see too clearly what my mother saw...

I am married now with my own little girl...

When I was to introduce him to my family; Mama with her ailing voice had said to me sadly, 

He's just like your father.

And I had giggled excitedly, Yes Mama, He's just like Pops.

It is true, I married a man just like my father.

And everyday, I wake up to a new found hatred for Him.

Does my husband love me? Oh Yes he does;

Of that I have no doubt.

But He loves me the wrong way...

The man I fell in love with, the rock I had grown to depend on, the man who I felt completed me...

That man is gone... Sometimes, I wonder if he was ever there at all.

How can somebody change so drastically?

Or were there tell-tale signs?

Was I blind to the truth?

Did I choose to ignore what I knew deep down?

Or like my Mother, was I resigned to the excuse of "love"?.

Of course I knew, I knew who He was before I married Him...

He had shown me on numerous occasions his true person.

But much more appealing to me were his passionate pleas of love.

He would hurt me and with that same passion, love me.

Ours was a destructive relationship. 

Oh yes, my husband loves me; I see it in the way he looks at me...

As if I'm non-existent.

Oh yes, my husband loves me; I see it in the way he cringes when I touch him...

As if I carry pure poison in my fingertips.

Oh yes, my husband loves me; I see it in the way he so easily puts me aside...

As if he cannot be bothered by anything I remotely have to say.

Today is our wedding anniversary...

I have donned on my best...

Made what used to be his favorite meal...

I hear him enter the driveway, hear the key in the lock...

I smell his perfume even before he steps in; close my eyes and breathe deeply,

Savouring the scent of my husband that time will afford me.

That is the closest I would ever come to touching him.

He looks at the table; shakes his head and walks upstairs...

He'd rather read the paper than eat the food his wife has made...

I follow him upstairs, in to our bedroom,

I want to touch him so bad, to kiss him and have him hold me...

To hear him whisper in my ears how sorry he is and how much he loves me...

To have him smile at me... to have him even look at me...

But I hold back and ask quietly, 

Does She love you like I do?

He replies by turning off his bedside lamp and easily falls asleep.

We both sleep in the same bed, but it would have made no difference if I was sleeping on a cold street.

I say this, there are worse things a man can do than physically abuse a woman.

At least, those scars would heal.

There's that by the way, the physical abuse... but there is that which won't ever heal.

So I'm left here, 

Silently dreading the day my little girl would look up innocently at me...

 And tell me that she wants to be like me...

.... MISTY DREAMS...

He comes to me... every day... every night;

He assails my senses; fills my very core with the essence of His presence...

And like the faithful subject that I am, I accept Him.

Every visit is an experience... and I am left with juxtaposed feelings of satisfaction and urgent need...

He is real to me, He encapsulates the utmost strength of desire.

I want Him, I need Him, I crave Him...

I have fallen, fallen so deep into this abyss...

I am on the brink of sanity...

He drives me to peaks unknown, territories uncharted...

Leads me to places that can only be described as Fantastical...

This yearning, this passion, these flames that refuse to be satiated.

They burn.. they burn deep, they burn fierce... they burn...

Deep licking flames, being fanned to life by the simplest touch...

He encompasses me, very pungent, very thick...

Trapped in His desire and being freed in my want...

With Him is life... with Him is love... with Him is my destiny...

I know Him, yet I have never met Him...

So familiar yet so strange...

I know His every outline... every contour, every silhouette...

I know Him.

The way His mouth bends in a sweet smile,

The way He breaths, His very heart beat.

I have kissed His lips, tasted His love from the very fount...

His lips like sweet drops of honey... His desire is the antidote to my poison.

Every feeling, every word, every touch I know...

I have Him right where I want Him to be.

I have imagined it all.

So, He comes to me... every day... every night

and like the willing subject that I am, 

I answer His every call, attend to His every need...

Feed His every desire, fan His every flame...

Because...

In His desire, I find my desire...

In His passion, I find my passion...

In His need, I find my need...

And in His essence, I find... My Being... 

THE BETTER THE "ENGINE"... THE BETTER THE "PERFORMANCE"...

I heard the phrase from my friend...

"The better the engine, The better the performance".

We were talking about cars then but my mind decided to take a wild spin and I pictured that same phrase in a whole different light.

The better the Engine, The better the Performance...

Hmmm, is that really true?

I started pondering, wondering and thinking...

I really couldn't make up my mind as it were.

So I decided to research...

It seemed like a good enough cause , finding out what "drives" people...

Needless to say, if you follow my thought process you would know that we have left the realm of cars a long time ago. 

So yes, lets talk about "Engines" shall we?

An "Engine" to me is a tool... a very powerful tool...

It is the basis of "Performance"...

It is a... Power House.

It is neither defined by shape, nor size, nor colour...

It is the very essence of "Contentment" and the core of "Satisfaction".

That is an Engine to me. 

"Performance" is a by-product of the kinda "Engine" you carry.

Unfortunately, we have been made to think that very large "shells" house huge engines.

Sadly, that's not always the case.

And we have also been made to believe that...

The 'bigger' the engine, the better the performance...

Also, a huge error.

The big question is: What kind of Engine should you look for?

I set out on this my "unusual" mission...

I wanted to get to the bottom of this mystery that seemed to pervade everyone.

Sent out a couple of "questionnaires", did some "surveys" and at some point, became "a lab rat" myself.

And I came to this conclusion: The appeal of Engines are highly dependent on...

  Personal Taste

Experience

Sentiments

And lastly, the size of your "Bonnet".

It seemed interesting to me to find out that most people did not seem to understand that "Bonnet" size is highly important. 

For Optimal Performance, "Fitting" is the name of the game.

A balloon would burst when it can no longer "accommodate" the amount of air it is receiving.

In the same manner, a "Bonnet" has its limits; it is not a "One Size Fits All" affair.

If you put in an engine that is way bigger than your bonnet, it becomes ill fitted

Characterised by "creaks' and "cracks", pain and complaints... 

Performance is down played because it simply doesn't fit.

And vice versa. 

I wish there was a way to view an "Engine" before "Purchase", in a manner of speaking;

Life would be so much easier. 

But its not. How do you know if the "Engine" fits?

That's where Experience comes in...

What Experience does is that it allows for a "Test Run" of the engine.

This "Test Run" is more like a prototype of the actual engine...

Thereby giving you a "virtual" experience of what you're about to purchase...

And also giving you a chance to decide whether it fulfils some or all of the requirements that you desire.

So what happens when you've got the right engine that fits perfectly in to the bonnet but performance is below average?

I believe this is the hole that personal taste fills; you know what you expect and you make ways to ensure that its up and running.

It could be that there's inadequate oiling of the parts or there's a lot of sludge somewhere...

Do what you have to do to get it working.

The truth is that you cannot "couple" an Engine, its a total package already.

And every Engine comes with its performance level. 

Our duty as "bonnets" is to devise a way to make these Engines run to the best of their abilities.

*****CIAO*****

along came " PULLY"

The first time I saw her,  I remember it so vividly...

She walked in, wearing a blue long sleeved shirt and black pants.

The first thing that struck me about her was how tall she was...

Or rather, how light skinned she was...

Or rather, how confident she was...

I cannot really say but I know now that it really isn't confidence that drives her to do what she does.

She's just plain crazy.

Her name is Pully; one of the nicest people I have ever met.

I never even thought we would get along; 

I figured since we were the only females at the place where we found ourselves to work, that our relationship would be a surface, working, out-of-necessity kinda relationship.

Its amazing how the things you never even envision turn out to be the things that sum up your life.

This little note is centuries over due, but....

So Pully, this is a little token of... what really?

A little token for You being my guide in a foreign place...

A place where I did not know anyone...

A place that would have seemed lifeless and dull if You didn't bring your jive and spunk to spice it up.

This is a little token for You introducing me to some things which I'm not privy to share here..

A little token for making me a part of Your life for a whole year; for teaching me things; 

For being the voice of reason behind my every action.

This is a little token for not judging me at times when I went off the bend.

For fun and laughter and good times...

For people met, for places that we graced with our presence,

For the good times and for the bad ( if ever we had any)...

This is my little way of saying that I am indeed glad that I met you.

This is my little way of saying...

Thank You.

WHAT I SEE WHEN I LOOK AT YOU...

Its amazing what we see... as different people with different perspectives, we see only the things we have been conditioned to see.

You come from a place where You have been made to see Yourself, not as who You are;

but rather, who 'They' want You to be.

And as a resut of this, You think that You have got to change who You are to suit other's opinons of You.

But lemme ask you this; How many people do You think You can please?

The simple fact is: We are never satisfied; we always want more and often times, demand more from the people we care about.

The important thing is how You see Yourself.

But before You do that, let us take a walk through my eyes;

and make You see for Yourself, how I see You.

I see you as STRONG

                                           

You are a woman of amazing strength,

Able to stand up to what you fear and not cower in the face of opposition.

You put your feelings aside and take care of others.

It takes strength to know your mistakes and learn from them.

A quick reminder: Your tears are not a sign of weakness.

You are a pillar of strenth...

A fount where others come to draw from.

I see You as CHEERFUL and BRIGHT

Your gait, Your bounce, Your vitality and the very life You bring is nothing that can be compared with;

You exude such exuberance that it lights up a room.

You open your mouth and every sadness goes away.

The quality of life that You have is unfathomable.

It is something that cannot be learnt, neither can it be transferred.

It is what stands you out from the crowd...

A quick reminder: Don't ever trade this amazing quality for anything.

I see you as DEEP

 

The vastness of your intelligence is one that cannot be matched.

When You speak, you amaze me.

Its a very great wonder where these things come from; 

Your determination and Your steel resolve...

Your wealth of knowledge mixed with Your simplicity is unnerving...

I don't need to tell You how beautiful You are, or how lovely You are...

I do not need to remind You of how happy You make others...

Neither do I need to make You see how wonderful You truly are.

You are indeed a gem...

But all that; all these awesome things I have outlined wouldn't mean a thing if You did not believe them about Yourself.

So the next time You are forced to think of Yourself as something other than all these...

My shoes are always ready, You can take a walk in them and see Yourself through my eyes...

And see Yourself...

The way You truly are.

****** This was written as a dedication to a certain somebody, who holds a certain place in my heart and has affected me in certain ways that cannot be matched************

ON A LIGHTER NOTE...

In the recent view of all that has been happening in town;

I have had to literally fight my thoughts and fingers...

I'm fighting my thoughts because I do not want to join the teeming millions who are so quick to dish out their opinions and are comfortable just sitting pretty on their butts and never take the initiative to actually "DO" something bout 'em.

I'm fighting my fingers because once I get all these crazy thoughts going on in my head, my fingers start itching to write...

So its literally been a battle for me to keep my thoughts to myself and not bore anyone with the rumblimgs of a disturbed mind.

Either ways, its a battle that I'v lost considering the fact that I'm here writing this.
I'v been at home for literally a week now; bored stiff;
My daily schedule since the strike started has been: Sleep, Wake up, Eat, Take a bath, Tweet, Tweet, Tweet, Eat, Sleep, Tweet,
Chat, Watch the news, Sleep. (ok you get the picture).
The country has been nullified by the nation wide strike and mass protests.

It is admirable that we can embrace this sense of oneness and unity. As Nigerians, we have come a really long way.

It is something that we all should be proud of; we have not reached where we wanna be but we are definitely not where we started from.

The fact that we have lost some people in this struggle for survival ( Bless their souls) and we were still not deterred;
The crowd getting bigger with each passing day is a really great feat.

For those of you who have no idea about what I'm talking about; lemme explain to you.

On the First of January, 2012, the President of Nigeria made an announcement that the subsidy on fuel had been removed.

This led to the increase in the price of fuel and currently leaves it as 141 Naira per litre of fuel.
(160 and above in some parts).

Protests ignited in different parts of the country.

OccupyNigeria was birthed.

What started as a protest of simple civilians quickly intergrated into a unifying theme.

As for the governmental aspect, I'm not going to embarass myself with my lack of knowledge.

Point is, its heroic what is going on in my country today;

We just continue to pray.

PEACE... LOVE... AND ALL GOOD THINGS...

Marie.