SOULSTAR

I saw

2011-11-29T01:09:00.002Z

I saw it before it got here,
the cuddles, hugs and kisses,
sweet talks over the phone,
as the moon transforms into the sun,
daylight creeping in,
overcoming the darkness

I saw the drink before you poured it,
the liquid caressing the inside of our champagne glasses,
arousing the intimate thoughts,
yearning to burst through the cages,
threatening to overwhelm us,
clearing the boundaries

I saw it before it got here,
the candles, the sweet sound of sade,
the hot oil rub, the intense heat
moans escaping your lips,
satisfaction from mine,
entwined beyond bliss

I saw the door before you walked through it,
the resounding sound of the slam lingers,
quivering soul, beat less heart
endless days, long nights,
wondering, wishing,
your smile will brighten the darkness

I saw you today,
rolled out of bed, kiss on the cheek,
sparkle in my face, smile on yours,
shinning rock on that finger,
I saw the sun shine like never before,
I saw my life in you.

E.A

PassOn

2011-08-17T01:10:00.000+01:00

Am I changing before your eyes,
Becoming someone you do not recognise,
See I am going from fitting in to standing out,
And all you do is just sit and shout...

Really that is all you can do,
For when I reached out, what did you do?
No pointers on the point and shoot,
Now you holla, that's my boy, he can shoot.

I put the practice in,
Time is expensive but I got the buy in,
Nothing compares to a ragging passion,
So when you see me, maybe don't holla...pass on.

But I am not that one,
In this race, everybody wants to be that one,
So I do my best to bring out the best in that one,
Only then will I become the one.

E.A

I AM BACK AGAIN

2011-08-15T20:42:00.001+01:00

Hello BlogVille,

I have left for a while now but I have been itching to get back. I hope I will be able to blog daily.

Have you heard about my photo?

CLICK HERE

I WILL BE BACK

2011-03-28T15:41:00.000+01:00

2011-03-28T15:25:00.001+01:00

for that sparkle in you

2010-04-22T11:22:00.002+01:00

Twinkle, Twinkle Sparkle Sparkle,
This is dedicated to my friend that loves to sparkle,
She calls her fish, but she is more of a Giselle
Strong, motivating, elegant in every form,
You can say her beauty got brains,
Her shyness tries to hide her radiance,
Her admiration helps to break the cage,
So when next you see my friend,
Smile at her so you get a bit of a sparkle,
When next you look into the mirror,
Smile because you are that twinkle that gives that sparkle.

Eniola alakija.

Offering time

2010-01-31T22:56:00.002Z

People that know me, know I hate the brain washing tactics employed by so called men of God (Pastors) when it comes to offering time.

It is no news that some people use God to make money, they preach about tithes and offerings however they line their pockets with the fattest share, drive the best auto mobiles, travel the world in private jets (adding to pollution), wear the best suits and live in the biggest houses.

God does not desire your monetary offering, sacrifice or even tithes.......the PASTOR does. Think about it, God does not need your money to build an extra house in heaven nor does HE need your money to buy the newest version of the Bugatti.

I am NOT saying do not give tithes and offerings in anyway....Please give what you can, when you can and how you can.

I must however bring to light the happenings at church today.

After the pastor's impressive and inspiring sermon (I go to church to be inspired, I can pray at home), it was time for offering....the formalities came and went but I think the pastor must have noticed a few people did not have any money for offering. He asked those without offering to raise their hands.......they did (at this point, I'm thinking...is this man about to embarrass them for not having an offering as I heard a tale of a pastor that only prays for those that have given their offering)

Then the pastor asked for his wallet, opened it, diped into it..................and gave everyone without an offering twenty pounds each[£20](N5000)(31.9$U.S)(46.19GHS cedis)(21euros)

In my book, that is a fine example of what a Pastor should be. A fine example of what a man should be.

It is only right I reveal his name.

Pastor Adefarasin of The House on the Rock

iBACK

2010-01-28T08:42:00.002Z

I am back in blogville. I took some time off because I had a big burst up with motivation and she kicked me off the bus, however I found inspiration in photography and she found me a place in creativity.

So, some of my post will be formal, informal, story telling through photos, music , anything that inspires me.

Guess what?

Motivation asked me asked, she begged actually........now I'm chilling with motivation and inspiration in creativity.

You can call it a threesome...

King of Pop

2009-06-26T09:20:00.000+01:00

As you know, Michael Jackson has being pronounced dead, died of cardiac arrest on June 25, 2009, and aged 50. I am deeply saddened by this occurrence because I feel he was a part of my youth.

I was born in the year thriller went platinum (1983), I am sure my mother was listening to one of his songs on the way to birth me into this world.

In the early 1980s, he became a dominant figure in pop music and the first entertainer to accrue a strong crossover following on MTV. The popularity of his music videos airing on MTV, such as "Beat It", "Billie Jean" and Thriller—credited for transforming the music video into an art form and a promotional too. Videos such as "Black or White" and "Scream" made Jackson an enduring staple on MTV. With stage performances and music videos, Jackson popularized a number of physically complicated dance techniques, such as the robot and the moonwalk. His distinctive musical sound and vocal style influenced many hip hop, pop and contemporary R&B artists. I watched Neyo(the singer) last night as he paid tributes to the king of pop. He had spoken to him about making a comeback album. He was arguably the most famous person in the world. People in uncivilised world must have heard a Michael Jackson song. Although Jackson’s music career hit its peak in the 80’s, his influence on music, and especially music videos, has persisted throughout.

He was one of the few artists to have been inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame twice; he also gained other achievements including multiple Guinness World Records, Most Successful Entertainer of All Time, 13 Grammy Awards, 13 number one singles in his solo career.

I remember Michael from his music videos, my friends and I belting thriller at the top of our voices while trying to do the moon walk. I remember the Pepsi commercials. Michael made me toss a bottle of Coke cola into the bin and replace it with a bottle of Pepsi. I did not know what the difference was between the two beverages (and I still do not know) but if it was good enough for Michael, it was good enough for me.

There have being so much in the press about his abnormal life but who are we to judge. He had done things many people might never do in ten life times. I appreciate the fact he is not perfect, and although he had surrounded himself with people that fed off him, he was still a genius. There will be no other Michael Jackson. He loved children, in any case, his love for boys might have brought him before the law twice, and we would never know what went on during those times; however he was acquitted of every sexual charge against him. He was an eccentric character, his baby dangling over the balcony in Germany, his choice of fashion, his love for facial surgery and his impulse spending should have being viewed as a cry for help due to his very apparent low self esteem and not a platform or grounds for attacking his character.

I will remember Michael Jackson as the King of Pop, who wrote the Grammy award winning song “we are the world” and “heal the world”. Say what you like, he tried to elevate child poverty with these songs. Whoever does that in my book will forever be a legend.

Rest in Peace Michael Jackson, there will never be none like you and you are alive again forever in our hearts.

“Think about the generations and to say we want to make it a better world for our children and our children's children. So that they know it's a better world for them; and think if they can make it a better place.” Michael Jackson “Heal the world”

Michael Jackson

2009-06-25T23:03:00.000+01:00

God be with you

Whats in a name???

2009-06-23T22:38:00.001+01:00

A name is a label for a noun, normally used to distinguish one from another. Names can identify a class or category of things, or a single thing, either uniquely, or within a given context.

I believe a name speaks a thousand words. It tells a story about the past, manifests the present and indeed predicts the future.

The importance of a name can be seen in biblical history. Adam was the first man created by God; he was named after the earth from which he was created. One could say that his name had a lot to do with his lenient punishment after he ate the apple handed to him by Eve. The earth yields harvest, therefore Adam being the earth was the first father on earth.

Name can predict one’s future or one’s destiny. Abram and Sarai were renamed to Abraham and Sarah when God told them they will be the father and mother of all nations. Jacob was renamed to Israel, and Saul was renamed to Paul.

Biblically, people were named at birth; this name would reflect something of significance or describe the course of their lives. Solomon meant peace; Joseph named his son Manasse (which means causing to forget in Hebrew) as a gesture of pardon to his brothers for selling him into slavery.

In Africa, a name means more than the person bearing the name. A name is placed on an individual to tell the story of his family or to signify the individual’s status within the community. A name confirms an individual’s identity and windows on that individual’s culture. A name links with the past, the ancestors and is a part of the individual’s spirituality.

In Africa, the birth of a child is a moment of joy and significance. Naming a child is Africa is of great importance, it is believed that the name chosen will exercise an influence on the life of the child. In the Yoruba land, a name prefixed by “Ade”, usually means the bearer is of royal lineage. The name “Balogun” indicates the bearer is of the warrior lineage and name prefixed or suffixed by “Ola” usually indicates wealth.

An African adage says a good name is worth more than all the fortunes in a kingdom. It is however important that one’s name is carefully guarded and not abused.

During a gathering with a few friends, we began talking about the political situation in the United Kingdom. The British National Party had gained two crucial seats in European parliament. This would not have being an issue if the British National Party were not alleged racist in practice and doctrine. My friends and I watched an interview given by the British National Party press chief Phil Edwards with disbelieve and anger. He described Africans as people with low intelligence quotient (IQ) and immigrants that are always involved with crime. He preached Britain for indigenous British. In simple language, Africans are not welcome in the United Kingdom because we are not good enough.

We as Africans have stereotypes attached to us. One needs to listen to/watch the news, or flip through the news paper and our ignorance are very apparent. These stereotypes have being passed through generations and I sincerely hope this generation will put a stop to these stereotypes.

Over twenty youths were killed on the streets of London last year through gang violence, how many of these youths were of Caucasian origin? So if a pompous over educated buffoon from the British National Party describes Africans as people with low intelligence quotient (IQ) and immigrants that are always involved with crime, then he has a ground to stand on. I say this because all he sees or rather pays attention to are the minority of Africans chasing the fast life, crime and easy money.

Yes, people of the Caucasian origin are also involve in similar or even worse activities, however I will not touch on that issue because I believe when an individual is on fire, he kills the fire on his skin before he attempts to help another individual on fire.

Some Africans accept these stereotypes that it becomes part of their thinking, these sets of people believe they can never amount to nothing because of the colour of their skin unless they result to crime. I understand the challenges facing them, issues like absent fathers, and lack of role models, lack of self respect and low self esteem has crippled the minds of our youths. They subscribe to the thought that academic knowledge is far inferior to street knowledge. They look up to those on the silver screen with big chains and aspire to be as unreal as what they perceive. We as people will not sort this problem out unless we unite, accept we need to change, and help each other change. We need to instill self believe in our youths, show them the importance of real education, restore the pride in our fathers and acknowledge the importance of our mothers, let the strong among us mentor the weak.

That night we discussed the name Nigger and its origins. One of my friends seems to think it was ok to be called Nigger. He felt it was offensive for a person with Caucasian origin to use the word but it was fine for Africans (black people) to use it as it makes a mockery of what it meant. This statement disturbed me and I wondered if he understood the importance of a name. I asked him how he would feel if I referred to him as stupid instead of his birth name. He gave me the obvious answer. He shares a lot of peoples view on this issue. Nigger is a term used by everyone in today’s time. It is thrown around in music and even rolls off the tongues of many (black people) effortlessly. I feel it is an insult on those that fought for equal rights of people of African origin to maintain the name Nigger. Even more insulting when it comes from a person of African origin.

Nigger is a noun in the English language, most notable as a pejorative term and common ethnic slur for black people. The word originated as a term used in a neutral context to refer to black people, as a variation of the Spanish/Portuguese noun Negro, a descendant of the Latin adjective Niger, meaning "black". I will refrain from writing more about the origins of the word Nigger and how it was imposed on people with African origin to confirm their inferiority. If our ancestors fought so hard for equal rights and just to be treated right, then we will keep that name out of our existence.

Our discussion then led us to the names of countries in Africa. My friend made a valid point, if we are fighting to change the name bestowed upon us by another race to confirm superiority or inferiority, should we campaign to change every name that is not African, even the name of a precious country Nigeria?

Lord Lugard’s Caucasian mistress gave Nigeria its name. Lord Lugard was the first governor general of Nigeria (1914-1919). The name Nigeria was created from the words Niger and Area, taken from the River Niger running through Nigeria. This name was made-up by Flora Shaw

Eko has lost it real name to Lagos. Portuguese explorer Rui de Sequeira visited the area in 1472, naming the area around the city Lago de Curamo; which has since developed into Lagos. Should we also campaign for Lagos to be only known as Eko, its original name?

I started this article by stating the importance of a name, its deep meaning and spirituality should be guarded and never abused. I will state now that Nigger is not my name, neither is it the name of my ancestors. I am Nigerian, simply because it carries or hides no derogatory term and I will refer to Lagos as Eko, Lagos, las giddi or giddy, same reason as Nigeria’s

Whatever you choose to call yourself or allow people call you, always think about the meaning, origin and importance of that name.

Naija....we are HERE

2009-05-09T12:10:00.001+01:00

This is shows hard work pays and Nigeria rocks

What Are Your Terms N Conditions???

2009-02-28T20:28:00.003Z

Lately I've been hearing bout couples not working out or fighting over silly things and so on. Usually we attribute all this "cat and dog" fighting to the relationship moving from the "honeymoon stage" to the real nitty gritty. This period you start realizing that your girlfriend actually bends funny when she walks or could just be a little more caring and cook instead of always wanting to eat out. At this point you realize your boyfriend isn't conscientious with his money, he is just plain stingy, and that "distant cousin" that keeps calling him has more than family interest in mind. It boggles my mind how people get so carried away with that first spark and fall so quickly in love without keeping in mind that it won't always be "I love yous" and 5 hour midnight conversations the whole time. I was thinking wouldn't it be nice if each person before starting a relationship could actually remove the cloud of love from their eyes and discuss what their expectations are?? When it's all said and done no one wants a worthless person by their side all because she looks so good in that red dress or cause he knows how to do that thing so well in the boudoir…..

When one is hired on to a job the first thing you have to go through is an orientation. The boss will go through the job description with you, what he expects from you, how your task should be done and the reward for a job well done or the consequences of falling short. This way both of you reach an agreement, there are no misunderstandings and at the same time you are given the opportunity to let him/her know what you expect from him as a manager. If something does happen along the line both of you can refer back to that initial discussion and it's easy to resolve the matter….

When you buy a new camera…it comes with a manual. This manual explains to you the features of the camera, how to use it to get its maximum potential, and how to troubleshoot it if something malfunctions. This manual is a preview of the camera…if you read it and it doesn't meet your expectations you can still return it for a refund…..if you have your receipt of course!!!

The first day of that infamous organic chemistry course; your professor hands you a syllabus for the class. This will detail the topics you will go over the next few months, the tests, assignments, and projects that will be expected from you. You will also be told how you will be graded. Attendance policy, possibility of extra credit, any possible office hours all this is detailed right at the beginning of class.

Sooo imagined you chose to ignore what your boss man told you on the first day…or he failed to even go over his expectations at all? Imagine if you didn't open the manual of that 500 bucks camera until the day it stopped working and then you realize that you've been using it the wrong way. Imagine if your organic chemistry professor never told you what was expected of you until the end of the semester and you end up with a fail. What am I driving at????

Every relationship and every association is bonded by an agreement of expectations. Imagine if we went into a relationship already knowing what the partner expects from us. It would be soo much easier. We are so consumed in playing the act that we're "perfect" forgetting that one's true behavior is like a smoke…it can't be contained for too long. So be real…sit her down let her know you like a lady who can cook ; sit him down let him know you love presents every Friday whether there is a celebration or not. I met this one guy who has been dating a girl for 5 years and they agreed from the beginning that he is not a "one girl type of guy". She accepted and from day 1 understood that he can't be at her beck and call 24/7. The couple got engaged just recently and about to be married. He said the girl understanding him then made him realize that she was the only one he wanted for the rest of his life. SOOOO people people people before you decide to sign on that dotted line called love and dating…take the time to read and understand the terms and conditions………..

SOO WHAT DO YOU EXPECT FROM MOI????

Max Lovett

2009-02-04T17:17:00.001Z

My vision is blur, I struggle to allow light penetrate through my eyes, it feels painful to open my eyes, I wonder if this is the heaven I have constantly being hearing about, I imagine the golden roads, the golden gates, the angels and the book of life.

I have heard so much about that book, questions race through my mind as fast as the Olympic hero Hussein Bolt, I wonder if my name has being inscribed on the pages of that book, that determines my eternity.

“Max……Max”, the sound of name echoes through my ears, I adjust my eyes to eliminate the blur; my sight focuses on the face of my mother. I’m glad to have her here with me; together we shall walk through the golden gates into heaven.

“Max, you should not have done that, the doctor said you were inches away from cutting an important vein. Do you want to kill me?”

The voice of my mother made sense to me, I am not in heaven, I am not dead, and the stab of the knife did not kill me. I look around me and judging by the equipments all around the room, it is clear I am in the hospital.

I can feel the tears from my mothers face drop on my the side of my hand, the wetness made me shiver, reality dawned on me.

“The truth is I am not your mother and he is not your father, your biological mother died shortly after you were born and your biological father died a week before your birth. You should not have tried to kill yourself”

She is not my mother and he is not my father, which is part of the reason I am here, lying on this bed, unable to move my upper body without feeling stab pains. I remember clearly the reason I put that knife through my skin with intentions of ending my life.

I have always being a bit bigger than my peers; I guess puberty arrived early for me. Before I understood the meaning of breast, I had full developed ones, which were nice because the attention from all the boys towards me increased, these puberty changes also attracted another kind of attention from my father. He seemed to touch me more. He would hold my hands when we watch television in the afternoons, however he would never hold my hands in the evening when my mother was there watching with us. He started giving me money to buy things for myself, I was very happy as I was never short of money whenever I needed to buy sweets from the malam kiosk from across the road. Thinking back now, I should have seen the writing on the wall.

This continued for so many years, through junior secondary school and into senior secondary school. The touches became ever so frequent however discreet, the touches began to irritate me but there was nothing I could say. I expressed my concern to my boyfriend who seemed to laugh about it, to be honest; I think he was just satisfied to kiss me at the back of the house every day in the evenings when I needed to fetch some water from the tap.

Last night, mother had gone to the party from across the road. I was in the leaving room of the house with father, we were watching television. I got tired so I decided to go to bed earlier than usual. I announced to father I was going to bed; I was surprised when he asked me for a good night kiss. I laughed it off as I made my way to my bedroom. I changed into my nightgown and hopped into my bed.

Few minutes later, the door to my room open, my father was in the room. I adjusted myself in the bed and prepared to answer his question as I assumed he came into the room to ask a question. He had a grin on his face as he walked to the side of my bed. He sat on the bed next to me and said,

“Why didn’t you give me my good night kiss, did you not hear when I asked you for one”

“Daddy, I can’t kiss you now, you are my father”, I struggled to make sense of his request as I answered him.

“I am not your daddy, I am a man who likes what he sees. Each time I look at you, I think of something”

“What daddy?”

He did not answer with words but his actions said a thousand more. He ran his hands through my thighs and moved closer.

“Daddy, what is the meaning of this? What are you doing?”

“I admire your body, when I am through with you, you will surely want more”, he said as he moved his hand over my breast and fondled them. His hands were everywhere on my body as he ripped my night gown off my body, and he began to moan. It dawned on me that he was going to rape me.

I struggled to release myself from his grasp; his mouth was on mine as he tried forcefully to push his tongue in.

“Relax and let me teach you something, you will like what I have for you, your body needs it”.

With one hand, he removed his trousers to reveal his bulging manhood, with the other hand; he had me pinned to the bed. I felt disgusted as his bulging manhood touched my skin. I needed to get away fast so I grabbed the empty coke bottle that stood on my side table and smashed it in his face.

I ran out of the house naked, crying and screaming. People gathered as they heard my cry. I explained to them what had happened. Someone called out to my mother and she was disgusted when she saw me. She took me back into the house and I explained everything to her. I asked her if he is my biological father.

“The truth is I am not your mother and he is not your father, your biological mother died shortly after you were born and your biological father died a week before your birth. You should not have tried to kill yourself”

Those words hit me hard, I hated myself, I hated him and I started hating her. I ran into the kitchen grabbed the knife and put it through my skin.

As I sit here on this hospital bed, I ponder about my future. I do not hate my so called mother anymore but I hate her husband. I made up my mind not to go back to that house, however where do I go. How do I move on from this?

What a world I have being through.

Global Warm DIS

2009-02-02T18:25:00.004Z

Where are all those global warming experts on a day like this, The snow in London at this time is an occurance that has not being experienced since the seventies.

One would think one has just stepped into Moscow or some Canadian country side. I had to double check where I was on the GPS just to be sure this was still London.

London has being brought to its knees, public transportation has being crippled, although this might be fun for some lazy students, lazy workers, that man that needs to stay at home or that woman that needs that extra time to put her feet up, please cast your minds to those without shelter or those that need to be on the road to put food on the table.

I must confess however, it is a beautiful sight to behold and a dangerous time to attempt to drive on the icy roads.

Hopefully there would be less amount of snow tomorrow.

I have included a picture from the back of my house

2 TRuths and a lie

2009-01-26T19:29:00.004Z

1. I have three different tatoos on both arms.

2. I was shortlisted for the finals for an international poetry competition.

3. I played basketball with Micheal Jordan (the real one)at a Nike event in London.

Can u guess the lie?????

debowale tagged me

OBAMA BOGGIEEEE

2009-01-21T17:42:00.001Z

yes we did

the revolution will be televised

2009-01-19T08:16:00.007Z

Inauguration is upon us, Obama has walked through the doors of change, his actions and victory has prompted a belief in the hearts of everyone, a belief that has always being there but perhaps needed a push or a nudge.

I await the Inauguration like a kid whose mother has promised him vanilla ice cream as a reward for good deeds. I wholeheartedly support the change and hope Obama offers. I am patiently waiting to see them manifest in full. I understand these changes will take time however, I am even more positive than ever these changes will be well tolerated.

To put a spin on things, I can't help but think the euphoria that surrounds Obama is more out of his skin colour than the perception of what he might do and achieve as president, some(quite a large number)of african americans associate his victory to their struggle as slaves.

To make things a little clearer, I am NOT stating he won the elections because of the colour of his skin, he has achieved alot due to hard work, he is a warm and likeable character, quite an eloquent orator, however the euphoria, the buzz, all the celebs attention, the popularity, one can put all that to the colour of his skin.

I do hope that we all rally round Obama even when the going gets tough.

70th Post

2008-12-31T13:01:00.003Z

Its my 70th post and today is the end of the year.

I have seen so many things in 2008, being to so many cities and made new friends.

Things can only get better so this is me thanking God Almighty for his Grace and Blessings.

To all those that have shaped my year, I say thanks....big thanks

Lets do it again in 2009

Peace and Alakija Love

p.s...its my birthday on the 1st day of the year.

Rules Of Engagement

2008-12-11T20:03:00.003Z

1:Under no circumstances may two men share an umbrella.

2: It is OK for a man to cry ONLY under the following circumstances:
(a) When a heroic dog dies to save its master.

(b) The moment Angelina Jolie starts unbuttoning her
blouse.

(c) After wrecking your boss' car.

(d) When she is using her teeth.

3: Any Man who brings a camera to a bachelor party may be legally killed and eaten by his buddies.

4: Unless he murdered someone in your family, you must bail a friend out of jail within 12 hours.

5: If you've known a guy for more than 24 hours, his sister is off limits forever unless you actually marry her.

6: Moaning about the brand of free beer in a buddy's fridge is forbidden. However complain at will if the temperature is unsuitable.

7: No man shall ever be required to buy a birthday present for another man. In fact, even remembering your buddy's birthday is strictly optional. At that point, you must celebrate at a strip bar of the birthday boy's choice.

8: On a road trip, the strongest bladder determines pit stops, not the weakest.

9: When stumbling upon other guys watching a sporting event, you may ask the score of the game in progress, but you may never ask who's playing.

11: It is permissible to drink a fruity alcohol drink only when you're sunning on a tropical beach... and it's delivered by a topless model and only when it's free.

12: Only in situations of moral and/or physical peril are
you allowed to kick another guy in the nuts.

13: Unless you're in prison, never fight naked.

14: Friends don't let friends wear Speedos. Ever. Issue closed.

15: If a man's fly is down, that's his problem, you didn't see anything.

16: Women who claim they "love to watch sports" must be treated as spies until they demonstrate knowledge of the game and the ability to drink as much as the other sports watchers.

17: A man in the company of a hot, suggestively dressed woman must remain sober enough to fight.

18: Never hesitate to reach for the last beer or the last slice of pizza, but not both, that's just greedy.

19: If you compliment a guy on his six-pack, you'd better be talking about his choice of beer.

20: Never join your girlfriend or wife in discussing a friend of yours, except if she's withholding sex pending your response.

21: Phrases that may NOT be uttered to another man while lifting weights:

(a) Yeah, Baby, Push it!

(b) C'mon, give me one more! Harder!

(c) Another set and we can hit the showers!

22: Never talk to a man in a bathroom unless you are on equal footing: i.e., both urinating, both waiting in line, etc. For all other situations, an almost imperceptible nod is all the conversation you need.

23: Never allow a telephone conversation with a woman to go on longer than you are able to have sex with her. Keep a stopwatch by the phone. Hang up if necessary.

24: The morning after you and a girl who was formerly "just a friend" have carnal, drunken monkey sex, the fact that you're feeling weird and guilty is no reason for you not to nail each other again before the discussion about what a big mistake it was occurs.

25: It is acceptable for you to drive her car. It is not acceptable for her to drive yours.

26: Thou shalt not buy a car in the colors of brown, pink, lime green, orange or sky blue.

27: The girl who replies to the question "What do you want for Christmas?" with "If you loved me, you'd know what I want!" gets an Xbox. End of story.

28: There is no reason for guys to watch Ice Skating or Men'sGymnastics. Ever.

29: The only time two men are allowed to hold hands is if one is dangling over a cliff... and only then if family

30: Never tell her she looks fat in that

Passing BY

2008-12-08T20:44:00.002Z

Going be a year older soon.....your gifts will be welcomed.....lol

1st Jan

Why He Won

2008-12-07T02:28:00.001Z

prayer works

tRYING TO WRITE again

2008-12-03T18:20:00.003Z

I was confused as I drove quietly through the poorly lit street, so I pulled up by the kerb next to the gray building. I frantically searched the breast pocket of my leather jacket and pulled out a scrap piece of paper. I had hurriedly written the address China had given me; I could not even read my own hand writing. Rage consumed every part of me as I replayed the activities last night. As I tried to make sense of what I had written down on the scrap piece of crisped paper, I caught a glimpse of my face in the rare view mirror, which reminded me of his face, the similitude was unquestionable. I was about to smash the windscreen of my 2006 Audi A3 from the inside when I heard a gentle tap on the side window.

“Open up and get your gat man, Feds are around here”, China’s Jamaican accent was strong as he tapped on the side window. He passed me a package as I handed over fifty pounds in cash to him. The exchange was done discreetly, just like in the movies when drugs were being exchanged for cash. I tucked the package under my leather jacket close to my abdomen, pressed on the gas and off I was to the city of Chelsea.

As I drove, his face flashed in my head, then her face, then his face shouting, then her face crying, then his face pleading, then her frame falling to the floor. I pulled over by the side of the road, placed my aching head on my hands while they rested on the steering wheel frame. I cried and cussed as I remembered the moments that led to this night.

I met her during a house party that was organised by my good friend Tunde; as soon as I saw her; I was immediately drawn to her. She wore a black Donna Karan dress which made her look more like an angel than human. I knew the dress was by Donna Karan because I had seen the same dress on Miss Beyonce on the YBF website. She was very polite when I spoke to her, she went by the name Kemi which was very similar to Femi my name, she even danced with me that night and when she shared a dance with Tunde, I watched as she glided effortlessly to the tune of the music, at that moment, it became my desire to get to know her more than anyone in the world.

Kemi and I became very close, pretty much from the get go, we did everything and went everywhere together. We had dinners countless times and we generally got on. I would always say to my friends that she was my equal. It was so obvious how close we got that random people would ask if she was my sister, at first it was almost cute but it became a regular thing, I just figured when you love someone so much, you begin to act, talk and look like them.

It was only natural we took our relationship to the next level, at that time, it had being two years since that house party organised by my friend Tunde. That night was beautiful, the moon was full so we knew even the heavens wanted our union. I invited her into my room, I had spent the whole day cleaning every bit and I made sure that mom had gone to her regular Friday vigil at the church. I had candles everywhere and also roses on the bed, it was going to be her first time and I was going to make it as special as possible.
She seemed too excited when she walked in, I was under the impression she was impressed by my preparations but my disappointment knew no bounds when she told me she was excited about her parents coming to visit from the USA, however she made up for the disappointment with twenty kisses, a back rub and a very good night.

Two months later, I noticed Kemi was a bit distant, I wondered if I had rushed her into sleeping with me but when I asked her about it she said she wanted it more than I did and her distance was because her parents were around. I continued to be what I was to her and tried not to worry so much about the very obvious changes. I asked her if I could meet her parents and she always declined until one day when I received a text message on my mobile telephone from Kemi.

“We need to talk, your parents and mine"

I called her immediately but she did not answer my telephone call, I knew within me something was not in place, I called my mother on the telephone and informed her, she never met Kemi simply because I hid Kemi from her but I am aware that she knows about her. She did not ask me many questions but said that I should confirm the time of the meeting. After two weeks of continuous calling on the telephone, Kemi finally answered my telephone call and confirmed my worst assumption. Yes, she was pregnant. My world stood still simply because I was not ready to be a father. I had no paternal example, my mother was a single parent and all I knew about my father was he left when I was about three with my sibling. There were no pictures and prolonged stories about him, my mother never brought another man home. The only family I knew were the Cosby’s, however I decided to embrace the responsibility. I love Kemi too much to let her go, in fact the idea of Kemi and I together forever flattered me.

I drove myself and my mother to the city of Chelsea, I knew Kemi was from a rich family but a house by the river Thames was out of my imagination, she stayed with her half sister and I never went over to her house simply because we enjoyed our privacy. We approached the elevator, pushed the button to open it, when we were inside, my mother smiled at me, it was her way of saying I am here for you. She has always being there for me, she always gave me the best, although she had to work loads of hours at the Hospital as a nurse, she was always around whenever I called. I pushed the button for the fifth floor and I prepared myself to meet Kemi’s parents.

The door was opened by Kemi, she looked so beautiful even more than ever. I wondered if pregnancy made women look better. She was very polite to my mother as she ushered us into the well spaced and decorated living room. We sat side by side on the very comfortable sofa, my nerves at that point was overflowing, I was very anxious about meeting her parents but the smile on my mother’s face calmed me down. I was very thankful she was there with me. Kemi announced she was going to let her parents we were here and excused herself as she walked into the other room out of my sight.

A very elegant woman walked out of the room first, she spoke very well as she introduced herself as the wife, she was very proper with her ways and indeed very polite. I hoped Kemi’s father will also be as pleasant and proper.

He did walk out of the room, about three minutes after his wife, as he got closer, he stopped. Something was wrong; I noticed the discomfort in my mother’s face. He also looked like he had seen a ghost, it was certain my mother knew Kemi’s father. That was not a pleasant moment.

Words escaped my mother’s lips, words that had no meaning attached to them, words like “I hope this is not what I think it is”, these words made no sense to me. He slumped into the sit next to him and yelled out Kemi’s name.

When Kemi came into the surrounding, he asked he if I was responsible for her pregnancy. I answered yes even before she could. He looked at me dead in the eyes and looked directly at my mother whose face was covered with tears. I had never seen my mother cry, this was bigger than pregnancy, something else was wrong.

He started shouting, yelling and yapping. I could not make out what he was saying but I knew he wanted my mother and me to leave immediately. My mother stood toe to toe with him and said, “You did this to us, you left with her”, my mother pointed towards Kemi. It became clearer then, the man that stood in front of my mother is my father, and Kemi is my sister. It made sense, Femi and Kemi. My mother did mention once when I was young that I came into this world with someone, she never went into details. It is clearer now. Those random people did see the similarities; she was my twin, my sibling that was taken away. Then I heard him pleading, I guess Kemi put everything together in her head too because she fell to the floor, she fainted. I was mad, I could not take anymore. I looked into his eyes, my father’s eyes and vowed to kill him.

I ran out of the house, grabbed my mobile telephone and dialled China, I needed a piece, and I needed a gun. I will end this the best way; I will take out the man that brought this upon me.

Vote or Die

2008-10-13T22:00:00.003+01:00

A new video has just surfaced about an unknown contestant

This has caused the election story to take another turn.

http://www.tsgnet.com/pres.php?id=324710&altf=FOJPMB&altl=BMBLJKB ----- click to view

the world ends on wednesday

2008-09-08T15:17:00.003+01:00

According to reports, the world is going to end on wednesday.....

stop the UGLY hate....lol, start loving.....

do something incredible, tell someone you love them, smile at a random person, give that old friend a call.

to read more........ http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/magazine/7600966.stm

fun day

2008-08-31T19:42:00.007+01:00

I was at the wedding of my best pal and his sisi....was really nice, loads to eat and loads to see.
Plus i was the best man.............lol

here are some pictures from my wacky camera before it started acting up.

waiting for more piccas from the famous JIDE ALAKIJA of www.alakija.com

this is not the sixties

2008-08-26T18:04:00.002+01:00

Four people with links to white supremacist groups are under arrest in connection with a possible plot to kill Barack Obama at his Thursday night acceptance speech, a U.S. counterterror official confirmed last night.

clickto read more.

I shall reserve my comments, but those who know me know what i think

Poke Me

2008-08-22T08:23:00.004+01:00

This day, it is almost impossible to keep in touch, my mother will always say,"the house of the person we love is never too far". We crash each day but do we take time out to know each other or to socialise.

The wonderful invention of the Internet made things easier, now i can sit within the walls of my house, in front of my laptop and chat to whoever. Msn and Yahoo messenger made interaction possible, however where do we draw the line between virtual interaction and real interaction. I understand sometimes, there is a cross over but a distinct line needs to be established.

Networking sites such as face book have made socialising possible and interesting. I can click on a random page, go through their pictures and essentially know all i need to know about that person. Poking is the new telephone calling, face book is the new email.
I met someone the other day, we had a very good conversation, it was only necessary to ask for her telephone number, she turned and said "face book me".

I have even heard about face book relationships and indeed marriages. The world is getting smaller.

My question for this week is;

Is it possible to find/discover something so spiritual as love through the physical means of the Internet?

KINI BIG DEAL

2008-08-15T23:44:00.004+01:00

It has being brought to my attention that many Nigerian girls practice black magic "juju" to woo men of their desire......

Call me naive, but I was under the impression this was confined to the capacity of my television set through the genius of Nollywood. What happened to diginity, and honour?

What will push an educated, elegant, well taught, ambitious Nigerian girl to such measures to get a man?

KINI BIG DEAL???

sumfin sumfin

2008-08-11T18:43:00.000+01:00

It was the summer of 19??, I can not remember the exact year or the years that followed, however I remember everything that went on because they were the components of the foundation on which I stand.

It was my early teens during that vague time, just graduated from the educational system of the junior secondary school, and chosen to study sciences at the senior secondary school; I was going to follow the steps of the elders of my family and train to be a medical doctor. I remember being filled with pride every time I imagined the prefixed title “Dr” before my name, I had promised myself to continue the trend of hard work academically that got me a place at the faculty of science at the senior secondary school.
Like my peers, I enrolled for after school tuition programme to fine tune everything I had learnt at the senior secondary school. Little did I know that I was about to venture into the school of life and all that came with it.

I knew about girls before my junior secondary school graduation and all they came with, I understood their need for attention, the constant change of their physical appearance and the beauty they possessed. Beauty drew me to Rita, she was like a toy I had to have, like an itch that needed scratch, however I was too shy to express to Rita how I thought about her, nobody had instructed me about girls, but there are certain things one pick during growth and not letting Rita know the truth about the reason I was always around her was one of those things. In other words, she was my first crush but I never told her.

Rita was nothing compared to the girl I encountered at the after school tuition programme. The circumstances were like quick sand, it unhurriedly but progressively consumed me. It was most certainly unexpected nonetheless it was the beginning of my foundation involving the opposite sex.

During one of the lectures, she walked through the door like an angel without wings, the lecturer took a moment to adjust and compose his questions about the reason she had being late to the lecture. Her voice was so pleasing, though her excuse was nonsense; she was allowed to proceed into the class. I remember thinking her voice was as calm as warm breeze, I became aware of her instantaneously, although I had harboured no intentions.

As days and weeks went by, we became what one might call “classmates”. This meant that all our interactions stated and ended in class. One sunny afternoon, during a literature lecture, (one of my not so important classes), we had being instructed by the lecturer to write a short story about anything that stuck in our minds, he added that he would pick someone at random to stand before the class and read out what has being written by that person. I quickly wrote about the upcoming basketball game, I emphasized the training I had initiated through my writing, I wrote with pride, I wrote with honour, I was hoping that my name be called, thinking about it now, I was trying to show off.
She stood in front of the class, with her note book rested on her opened palms, she read out the story of her imagination, she read out what was stuck in her mind, she read out what she wrote with her own pen on her own paper. She used real names, real locations, but imaginary scenarios, her story was beautiful especially the part when she got the boy she had always wanted, it was more beautiful when that boy’s name was revealed; it was surreal when she uttered my name.

After that incident, she acted usual towards me, I overheard her telling her friends that it was just a made up story, it didn’t mean anything. I acted up too, if it didn’t mean a thing to her, it meant less to me. We carried on our class mate interactions during that term. After some time, she left for a boarding school, initially I was unaware she had gone, when I heard, I acted nonchalant although I missed seeing her around.
I decided to write her a letter after a while, my heart palpitated increasingly as I wrote each word. I wrote the letter as friendly as I could but I secretly wished she read between the lines and became aware of my unexplained feelings. It was funny because I had no postal address for her to mail the letter so I kept it in one of my shoe boxes and hoped my twin sister would not find it and make a mockery of me.

At the after school tuition programme, I was handed an enveloped note by one of the lecturers. I didn’t have any idea where the enveloped note came from and was scared that I had done something wrong at the after school tuition programme and the proprietor had written me a warning. I hurriedly pushed the note into my back pack as I didn’t want any of the other students seeing me with the note. I rushed home after lecturers, ate dinner and told my parents I needed to do some homework before I went to bed.
I secretly removed the note from my bag when I was alone with my homework; I had made up my mind to rip it if it was a warning. My heart leaped into my mouth after I read the contents of the letter. It was NIFEMI, she wrote she would be coming back soon, and she could not wait to see me again. Those simple well written words meant so much to me, I was unable to concentrate on my homework, and it became impossible to remove her image from my imagination. I folded the note, carefully placed it in my shoe box and decided to sleep for the night. I could not sleep and I could not stop thinking about her.

She came back and I experienced the most wonderful innocent attraction ever. We never kissed or even held hands but her presence was worth more than a million kisses. The moments I shared with her were priceless. I remember going to bed early so I can wake up early to see her, it was unbelievable, even these words I write are unable to do justice to half of how I felt at that time, she was everything to me; she was more than everything to me. We used to write each other every time even though we saw each other every time, however we expressed more on paper than we ever spoke. We would hide the letters in books and borrowed it to each other. It was amazing, she is my 1st love. She made me feel things then I didn’t understand; she gave me the opportunity to have intimate moments with the opposite sex without any suggestions of sex; she laid the foundation for my true love. She gave me the tools to discover me, now I must explore me.

I write this to celebrate her and our moments, my 1st love, the last time I spoke to her, she is already married and I wish her all the best in the world. It is true what they say, your 1st love either makes you or breaks you. She has made me whole enough for my true love.

a lil sumfin sumfin from me eniola alakija to make u believe in love

Racism in the MEDIA

2008-08-10T08:32:00.004+01:00

Yes....did you have to take a double look....nope you are right...that is Beyonce.....Mrs Carter.
Why do white folks keep messing with our women, they took/raped them during and after slavery, now they make them white, are they tyring to say that women of African origin with dark skin can not sell hair products?
I want to believe that racism is at its minimum but when i see things like this.........arggggggg!!!!!

pay ATTENtion PLease

2008-08-03T10:30:00.001+01:00

Being a while since bloggin.....nothing much, just did not tap into that motivation.

please check out this website and do as your heart wishes

http://wearetogether.org/

will be back to blogging soon

Lagos Part 4

2008-06-23T12:59:00.002+01:00

Still here in lagos, and enjoying everyday.....wish i could stay longer but well i will be back soon

my pops is still the best in the world, he actually has this charity thing he does for some schools, i was invited to give a speech, wow...that day i felt like wole soyinka....just to let you know, it went really nice and i feel good that i did my bit for the charity organisation.

went to the beach the other day with my cos....it was nice and some chick almost got carried away....but superman was there to help.

im gonna be making my way to ghana soon, so i hope to bring you some shanti gist

ohhh.....seen some nigerian celebs.....stella damascus, konga, ali baba, nkem owo, genevive and 9ice

like i said 9ice is blowing up big here, the other day some thugs surrounded him and he dropped 10k and come see jubilation......its all on my camera

plus we have a street here in lagos...its called adeyemo alakijas street....woohooo

well, i will be back to some serious blogging later

Peace and Alakija Love

to kay, enitan, sade and U.......................loves u

p.s...the story about the girl in the previous post is real.......no jokes

and ohh, saw this okada man with the complete asda uniform*uk people understand asda*.....lol

Lagos Part 3

2008-06-18T14:11:00.002+01:00

So everyday here, it gets better.....there is mad fun outta here as long as you have some cash to go

yesterday, on the 3rd mainland bridge or maybe at the bottom, some man begging for money was singing chris browns without you....man sounds good, he deserved my 1000 naira and a recording deal with simon cowell....lol
after i gave him the money, he called his friend to come sing for me.....l0l...sorry, his friend didnt get nothing from me

i have the best pops in the world......when i grow i will be like him, he has being sorting me out here....when nepa...electricity idiots.....cut the power,my dad would say eniola count to 10, before i count 4, the electricity is back......my sister said he is only doing that cos im back home...lol

met this gurl the other day, we had a good conversation, i really didnt think anything of it, till she started blowing up my telephone, she requested i come over to her house, so i went.....she has the biggest house i have ever seen...i sat on the very expensive settee...sipped a bit of the fanta that was offered to me and then homegurl said.....i really like you...i said thank you but i have a very nice gurlfriend already....homegurl said she doesnt care, as long as she has me, its fine....boi that was my cue to leave....as flattering as it was, it was plain scary......

ok....my cuz is here we are about to hit the place they call silverbird, hope it is worth the hype

Peace and ALAKIJA love

Lagos Part 2

2008-06-16T16:31:00.003+01:00

still here in lagos and i have mixed moments
the electricity and the bike situation is something i think will not get better (not when i am here tho)

today as we drove on the busy road of lagos, some stupid bike man with his passengers collided with the car....funny stuff.....in the uk, police will be there doing what they do best....the nigerian police were there asking for MONEY

there are some fun places here, being to this huge house for a house party, can u imagine only one family stay in a house as huge as a castle.....everyday, isee a new thing, a new event

nigerians are very carefree...the driving is nothing encouraging.....but i drove here...horaahhhh...at night tho....lol

everywhere i go, all i seem to hear is 9ice....he has got made love out here

Nigeria is still my home and in the midst of all these, i am having a blast

the wedding was very nice too...Val was lookin flyyyyyyyyyyy and femi was cool too.....looking forward to the uk event.

still here, i know this aint much but i thot id keep up with this blog thing

if u wanna get in touch, txt my t-mobile number....(it works out here)

Peace an Love

p.s excuse my typos...the internet connection is still slow

missin uk and U

lagos part 1

2008-06-13T10:42:00.003+01:00

Here i am in lagos, Nigeria but i must say that i really miss the comfort of my home already

everybody here seems to be on a mission, no regards, no consideration......however i am looking to better things

so i stepped off the plane and i was hit by the heat wave, cleared at the customs and all the what did you bring for us people at the gates, found my father in the crowd and off to the car

seriously, i thought i usually drive really fast but compared to the way the driver man stepped on the gas, i must say that i was taken aback and i have come to the conclusion that i drive as fast as a snail.

like i said i am still hoping for better things and i know it can only get better, still got femi and vals wedding to attend tomorrow.

everything here is pretty fast except for internet connection. plus i really cant operate this computer keyboard....everything seems different out here

missing UK.........................u know who you are
and to my American gurl............................miss u too

GET THAT THING OUT

2008-06-10T22:59:00.003+01:00

I really do not watch BIG BROTHER on channel 4 but i must confess i have being watching this show and i am so ashamed of the one they call ALEX

She is a complete waste of oxygen, bully, complete disgrace and utterly plucking........PLEASE SOMEONE GET HER OUT OF THAT HOUSE.

Lagos I dey come o

2008-06-08T23:06:00.002+01:00

This week is going to be busy, I can feel it already as today has being very busy. I have being to so many places but no where demands as much preparation as this trip.

So Lagos better be grand...............if you know me, you are in Lagos, holla at your boi........buy me a drink(even pure water....lol)

I am all packed, ready to go......................I haven't been to Nigeria in a very long time so expect daily post from me(if u care enough to read my blog) as i will be there a lil while.

Till I blog again, under the Nigerian sun, by the beach, on a bambo chair, sipping coconut juice while feeding my sense of sight with the very elegant African beauty(s)

Peace and Love

YES WE CAN

2008-06-04T07:07:00.004+01:00

Times are changing, things are changing, I am changing , we are changing.

I am very happy today as i have witnessed a huge positive change in History, today I saw OBAMA win the presidential candidate race.

Makes me think about the pride those that made this happen might be feeling at the moment. I am talking about those Africans that were snatched from the bossoms of mother Africa, brought into a new world, maltreated, abused and made to feel worse than pigs. Those that fought for our right to learn to read and write, those that had dreamt about freedom of our minds, those that fought for us to vote, those that built these western worlds, those denied human rights, those whose blood runs in my veins.

I will be supporting OBAMA all the way, however it will be very interesting to see what will happen next, whatever happens though, HISTORY has being made and this is the begining.
When OBAMA wins though, it would make it even more interesting and dare i say sweeter.

We are taking over the world, we are taking back what belongs to us, It's OBAMA today, it shall be ME tomorrow....when is it gonna be your turn.

Make that change.
YES WE CAN

P.S
Africa here i come..................again

Dear Life - Anthony Hamilton

2008-05-23T21:07:00.001+01:00

I LOVE LIFE

SEx....whatz all the fuzzz

2008-05-17T20:25:00.004+01:00

Has anyone ever spoken to you about sex before and after marriage? Have they ever told you to wait until you find that special person that loves you beyond belief? Have they ever said that sex is a very bad thing that you should never do? I have heard the latter so many times while I was growing into myself.

They say that sex before marriage is a sin before God, I have struggled to believe this for a very long time and even as I write, I still seek explanation to the mystery that surrounds the ethics of sexual relationship and how this relates to God.

One might argue that sex is a symbol of love, this I believe to be true because after marriage, sex represents intimacy. So what makes sex bad before marriage and good after marriage?
My knowledge leads me to believe that whatever is bad is bad, and whatever is good is good. A lie can not become the truth, regardless of any explanation you have, so what makes sex bad and then good?

Before I continue, I feel the need to define my understanding of sex as I know that different people will have different definition for sex.

My definition of sex is the ultimate and most intimate exchange of physical, mental and emotional pleasure; it is yearning to connect with another soul and having one’s innermost desires met.

A level of most intimate can not be achieved unless love is in abundance, however I am not oblivious to the fact that sex has being abused and is constantly being abused. I also understand the spiritual connection that sex promotes. Notice I wrote “promote” and not “begin”, because I believe that a spiritual connection can be attained without sexual encounter.

So my question is what makes sex unacceptable before marriage and acceptable after marriage?

If your answer involves the bible and you feel the need to direct me to the letter of Paul to the Corinthians, you will have to explain why Paul wrote the letter and what he intended during that period or if you wish to direct me to what the bible states about fornication, then you will have to tell me why it is fornication before marriage and not after marriage since sex is still the major factor.

Ok, now I feel the need to write about fornication. The word fornication does not mean sexual relationship between two unmarried people. OK, let me explain before you rain insults on me.

You will have to agree with me that the bible you carry about is only a translation of what the true bible is. The bible was translated from Greek to English by King James. This is why it states on the first few pages of the bible the bold inscription King James Version.
If the bible was first written in Greek, then it would be common knowledge that those who wrote the bible were Greeks and they wrote in their language. God does not change, His words will not change, and therefore the Greek meaning of words in the bible will always be superior to the interpretations of King James. Someone said, all the answers we need are in the bible, all we have to do is understand what we read. Its plain and simple, the most widely known version of the bible is the King James Version. [version means (according to the dictionary) a particular account of some matter, as from one person or source, contrasted with some other account, a translation]. This does not mean real account.

I will give you the findings of my research for fornication, the true meaning, the Greek meaning;
Fornication. porneia, por-ni'-ah; harlotry (includ. adultery and incest); fig. idolatry:-fornication.

In plain English, fornication means sleeping with prostitutes.

This has not being written in any way, shape or form to promote/demote sex, however, if you have questions like I do, this might prompt you to make enquires and share your findings with the world.

I have not written this to confuse anyone, though the true meaning of fornication means sleeping with prostitutes; that should not be a reason for anyone to abuse sex.

All I want to know is what makes sex unacceptable before marriage and acceptable after marriage?

RELIgion...no im not RELIGIOUS

2008-05-08T20:53:00.002+01:00

Religion is a set of beliefs and practices, often centered upon specific supernatural and MORAL CLAIMS about reality.
Religion also CONTAINS ancestral or cultural traditions, writings, history, and mythology, as well as personal faith and mystic experience. The term "religion" refers to both the personal practices related to communal faith and to group rituals and communication stemming from shared conviction.

My issue with religion started during the events of September 11, 2001, the atrocious events that unfolded on the television screen made me cringe. I would spare you the details of the happenings of that day, however, I was very flabbergasted to learn that the suicide bombers did GOD a favour, can you imagine doing the GOD a favour? It was accepted in their religion to die for GOD. The event and new knowledge prompted me to make enquires about religion and indeed GOD.

There are many religions in the world today, you do not have to go far before you discover a new form of religion. Each one of them have set rules and laws that followers have to adhere to; some examples are dietary laws, clothing laws and even morals. Each religion worships GOD in their own way and some religion might look at another religion as inferior or invalid.
Who is to say that one reliigon is superior and the other is inferior. Which religion leads to God? Which religion has the right set of rules or laws? Which religion is more spiritual?
The truth is the answers to the above questions depends on your background, your environment, your family’s beliefs, your personal experiences, your level of faith etc.
I will not be able to comment on other religions apart from the one known as “CHRISTIANITY”; this is because I was brought up as a christian. Apologies are in order, if you are of a different faith, however I hope you can relate to some of the points I make.
Christianity is a religion centered on the LIFE and TEACHINGS of JESUS CHRIST, and christians believe that JESUS is the true and only son of GOD. Do I believe that Jesus is the true and only son of God? This I BELIEVE to be a FACT.
If Christianity does center on the life and teachings of Jesus, why do we need the old testament part of the bible?, is this part of the bible irrelevant to christianity? Why do we need the bible?, and is the bible the word of God?

The old testament part of the bible contained the creation of the world, the laws of Moses, the promises of God to the Isrealites, the struggles and lives of the Isrealites to the promise land, and the prophesise of the coming of Jesus Christ. This part of the bible contains the ways of Judaism. Yes JUDAISM.
Is the old testament irrelevant to Christianity?
I would have to say a big fat NO, if I believe Jesus to be the son of God which I do, then I want to learn everything about him, his ways, and his people. I also believe in the Trinity so I would also like to know how people in the past related to God and how God treated this people, however my belief in JESUS has nothing to do with the old testament. I understand the old testament to be documented information about some people that related to God, see I believe that God also related to people outside the geography stated in the old testament. I WOULD LIKE TO STATE THAT EVEN THOUGH I DO NOT BASE MY BELIEF IN JESUS ON THE INSCRIPTIONS IN THE BIBLE, I BELIEVE THAT THE BIBLE IS VERY RELEVANT.
The bible is needed because it contains the life and teachings of Jesus, and also the growth of the new faith called christianity. Many would say that the bible is the word of God, I say, the bible contains documented words of God spoken to different groups of particular people. I guess the next question is who wrote the bible? Different books of the bible were written at different periods by people who wish to document happenings that were new/strange to them at that point. You can not say to me that Moses was writing EXODUS with a pen and paper while he was crossing the red sea. The bible was put together many years after Jesus left the earth, when Paul wrote letters to differents nations (corinthians, ephesians etc). Some parts of documentations were also removed from the bible to fit into the laws and traditions of that time.
Christianity has many forms, shapes and sizes. There are a many types of christians, differents ways, different beliefs even in Christianity. All in the name of religion. The christian religion has benefited some people, it has provided a sense of belonging for some, hope for some, and restoration for some.It has also caused so many people so much. Africans were taken as slaves in the name of christianity, so many lifes has being lost in the name of christianity.
Religion to me is boundaries, it is full of laws, regulations, do’s and don’t’s. As Christians we need to seek to follow the life of Jesus, adapt His ways to our ways. If you study Jesus properly, He was not religious, everything He did was out of love and that was all He preached about. He stressed the importance of relationship with the Father, he stressed the importance of Love. He took the laws of Moses, the laws and ways from the old testament and he simplified everything. LOVE is all we need.

Jesus said he the only way, no one gets to the Father unless through Him, I believe this, He is the path I am moving on. When Jesus died, something happened, the curtains of the temple spilt, this signifies that Jesus has created a link between Man and the Father. That is the only link I need, I do not religion, I AM NOT RELIGIOUS.

What would you do?

2008-05-01T22:58:00.000+01:00

“Hold on, someone is trying to call me”
I move the mobile telephone away from my left ear to see whose name was flashing on the LCD screen. It is Dayo, my friend of over six years. I stare at the liquid crystal display screen wondering if I should hit the call receive button or not. I hit the call receive button after a few flashes but he is not on the other side of the line, instead I hear a slightly high pitch voice of Joyce.
“Who was that? I have being here saying hello but you have being quiet, I hope all is well?”
I adjust myself in my bed, sit upright, switch on the side bed lamp, and my eyes struggle to adjust to the now lit room.
“Joyce, I will call you back in the morning, I would really like to get some sleep now”
“But you said you will have an answer for me today, I can’t help this anymore, the past is the past, I am ready for the future, I am ready for you”, she sounded more serious
“Seriously, I really need to get some sleep, it is almost 3 and I have to be up by 6, plus I have a long day ahead”
“Ok, about we do lunch?”
“Sure, I get off at 1”
We say our good nights and I lay my head on the pillow, close my eyes tightly and try so hard to drift into Sleep-Ville. I can’t stop moving around, I can not sleep; I can not stop thinking about Dayo.

I met him at the university; we hit it off from the first time we played football on the fields of Warwick University. He was very good on the right wing, he reminded me of the great George Finidi of the Nigerian super eagles. We also stayed in the same block and even attended the same classes. We did everything and went everywhere together. He was my brother from another mother; he liked women to a pulp and he would always get into one drama or the other.
He was what one would describe as a Casanova until he met her. She changed a lot about him, from the way he dressed to the way he talked and even the way he saw life. He loved her more than cooked food; it was obvious after a while that they were going to be together forever.
I became the intermediate guy, the one who would tag along to every event, even if it was my idea and I had invited them. I was also the peace maker, whenever they had any burst up, they would come to me to tell their sides and I was responsible for making peace. I was not in a stable relationship then so it was easy for them to always disturb me with their love affairs, however, I was not bothered as I was just happy being good friends with the both of them.
After University, Dayo got a well paid job in the heart of Nigeria, the place most people would call Abuja. Joyce cried and cried after he left but they promised to always visit each other frequently. Joyce and I continued being friends; we would call Dayo together, sit and chat to him for so many hours on Microsoft msn chat on the World Wide Web. They continued their love across the ocean and I was very happy getting on with my life.

Joyce started spending more time at my place when I moved to South London about three years after Dayo left; I had secured a good job with an office with the view of the Thames. It was ten times better pay than what I was getting at my old place of work. I loved the river so much I got a pad by the river which happened to be about ten miles away from Joyce’s house. She called me regularly on the mobile telephone; she would suggest movies, theatres, shows and so on. She also called every night before she slept. We began spending so much time together it began to get weird as I couldn’t tell Dayo about this anytime we spoke on the telephone. Even though they had broken up the relationship due to distance, he still expressed his feelings towards her in his words. He had started making plans about coming back to the United Kingdom and hopefully reignite the lost spark between the both of them.

Two weeks ago, she came over and said that she wanted to be with me, she moved closer and kissed me on the lips. I was so taken aback that I didn’t even realise that my tongue had slipped into her mouth, it felt really good but I had to break free when Dayo’s image appeared in my mind. I reminded her about Dayo and how we were friends but she called him the past and me the present.

I have harboured feelings for her for a long time now and since the kiss I have ignored Dayo’s calls and text messages. I can not stop thinking about her and indeed him but I have to do what is best for me.

It is almost 5:30am and I have to get ready for work soon, another night has gone by, another sleep has pass me by, I can not wait to see Joyce today but I need to know where my heart lies. Confess and stay loyal to my friend Dayo or be Joyce’s future?

2008-04-30T18:50:00.002+01:00

I have being away for a while now from BlogVille...I would like to write about so many things....from religion, to politics, to matters of the heart. I even thought about writing a short story today while i was in the shower but I guess I am still having my lazy moment.

1st May in LondON, election day, three top candidates and only one stands out for me.....lets call him KEN. Mr Boris is too eccentric for my liking and Mr Brian..........lets just say there is something about him about liking men that puts me off, so that leaves KEN, the present Mayor, will he be Mayor tomorrow?, I HOPE SO.

I love my soul music so much, it keeps me inspired and collected, not that I go off the rails or something....lol, however, my Cuz landed from the motherland about a week and a half ago, brought some audio cd's with him, since I really do not enjoy copy-cats, I initailly thought that the Nigerian Hiphop thing was a waste of time, unpleasant noise.

Let me be the first to say that I was so wrong, I am now feeling the MO HITS CREW, I used to think D'banj just shouts, however, having taken some time to listen to his music, i know that he is original. Wande Coal rocks too, that song Ololufe is just on point, I must admit it took me two listens to get the hook'd....lol. Personally I feel DonJazzy makes good beats and his cameo vocals on some of the tracks were also very cool, original and different.
If you haven't the album "C.V", get it now, it's really cool. If you know D'banj, DonJazzy, Wande Coal or any of the MO HITS CREW, tell em to holla, i just gave them some props on my dear blog.

Till I get back to my usual self, with an unblocked nose and a motivated mind

PEACE AND LOVE

I LoVE YoU

2008-04-11T23:50:00.001+01:00

Love and relationships are truly one of the most paradoxical aspects of being human. For it is in love that we find the greatest of strengths and the deepest of sorrows.
Love can seem to be so unachievable yet it remains well within our reach if we only learn how to embrace it's power.
To experience true love, we must be willing to open ourselves up and sacrifice part of our heart and part of our soul. We must be willing to give of ourselves freely, and we must be willing to suffer.
It is only when we expose our inner selves to the hot flame of rejection, that love can burn so brightly as to join two souls, melting the two into one, creating a bond that joins forever. It is from this bond that we draw strength eternal and power ever lasting.
It is in this thing that we call love that we find the means to achieve greatness, both in ourselves and in our lives.

$$$

2008-04-09T22:30:00.001+01:00

wish femi and val can have this...lol...wud be KO

oh well

2008-04-08T21:43:00.002+01:00

What can i say, Liverpool has beaten us[Arsenal], i wish them the best, hopefully they win the cup...

Lost the bet with my father, can u believe my own father bet against me[Arsenal] and i lost so the lil Afro will go before the end of this week.

The positive for me is Fantastic Mr Flash himself Theo Walcott.

I need some time to reflect on this but i know that i will be fine soon.

Till i blog again.

Made me laFF

2008-04-08T00:01:00.001+01:00

Can you imagine......
p.s this is a real sign oo..no jokes(aima)

SouthamPTONS. K. E. SUNday . TOday

2008-04-07T16:55:00.003+01:00

So on friday, i was chilling after work, was thinking about what to do for the night, call up the guys and hit central london, stay in and battle within the vicinity of pro evolution soccer, or just watch a movie. Picked up the mobile, punched in K's number, chit chat, E was in the background, chilling to some naija jam, then she said, "come to southampton", at first i was like no way, i aint trying to drive that far in this cold dark terrible weather and suddendly, i was like "see you soon", bet she thought i was clowning again. Slipped into my shoes, through the stairs, into the car, key in ignition, NeYo from the speakers and about 80miles to the Hamptons.

Drive was pretty swift, yep i know how to use the accelerator. Within the hour.5, i was there, nice city i must say, there was a feel of ummmm..still can't explain it but i know it got me thinking about buying a little pent house out there. Got to K's, saw E (uhmm beautiful people), danced around for a bit, drove around the hamptons, had some pizza, then chilled, and chilled, looked into her eyes and chilled again, and then more looking, more chilling, chatting, more chilling, then the sun came up and i had to get back to green kingston. C-u-soon S'Hampton

Felt like a scene from the BEST MAN on sunday, you know when the boys went to get fitted for a wedding suit. Yep, me and my boy went for fitting, he is getting married soon and yes yours truely is the BEST MAN. Got me thinking, one day we are all going to ask that question or answer that question (ok maybe not all, but most definately me), after fitting we chilled at some Bagel bar, since it was all snow in london in APRIL, we thought a hot chocolate and nice salmon with cream cheese bagel would do just fine. Even witnessed the olymic touch dis and dats, there was that man that tried to extinguise the touch.....seriously...that wasn't a good look....i am trying so hard not to go down the political path.

So today, i had this thing for some chocolate, stopped by the store, parked across this other car, hoping to be in and out in a geeefeee. Picked up my bounty, was about to pay when i heard some european lady cussin and yappin that some *&())*&^%%$ has blocked her in, I quickly paid, apologised and proceeded to move my car to a now opened space, she came to where i was and said"thanks for not insulting me, as i know i was very rude to you, i really didn't need your car moved but i just wanted to get someone in trouble". I looked at her, said "its cool" and i drove away...............SILLY OYINBO WOMAN

My Headwear

2008-04-01T18:20:00.007+01:00

So if you have ever seen me, you know i like my head wear, now i aint talking about that street hip hop look, i think i outgrew all that.....i aint calling you a kid if u roc the street hip hop look but my style is my style.

I have a few sojis (sojihats) and i can tell you its one of the best things i have.
So you know, since this blog is about me and me alone..........lol, i thought i'd let you know how i come thru sometimes.

Summer is officially here, but the sun is still hiding

2008-03-30T11:57:00.004+01:00

The British Summer time officially begins today. As March packs up and allows April in, i sit and i reflect on yesterdays of March 2008 and i hope for a better April.

I have met some fantastic people during the month of March(shout out to Enitan and many more), i have also learnt new lessons and definitely cut some people out (I do not hate these people, i just do not like them). In March, i have seen the sun, the rain, the snow, the sky, Obama making history and so many more.

So join me today as i welcome a better summer, longer days, shorter nights and of course new feelings. Let us thank the Lord for these opportunity.

I have definitely decided to make some more changes, i will do something new/spectacular before fall (autumn), make a new person happy everyday, spread some more love through my lovely smile and open arms, find a church of worship, paint more, play more basketball, go to Africa and use my camera more.

So this is me wishing you a wonderful, stress free, blessed, exciting summer.

P.S if you are in the UK, the clock has gone forward................................

So I tried to write a short story

2008-03-28T19:58:00.003Z

I am not interested in the TV programme today; I know GRAYS ANATOMY is one of the shows I have sworn to watch religiously this year; however what I feel like doing is way the most important thing in my life now.
I am rushing into the comfortable space of my king-sized bed, I shall lay my head on my duck feathered pillow and allow my imaginations give me wings, maybe I might find myself in dream land, where everything seems perfect yet beyond my intelligent control.
The reason for my insane intention is to maybe dream, imagine or even think about the beauty of my sub-conscious, well maybe not anymore. I know her, she feels like me and when she speaks to me, all I do is smile, even deep in my dream.

She started appearing in my imagination about three weeks ago, she was the most beautiful sight I had ever imagined, I tried to describe her with words but yet I was let down by sentences. She stood outside the town’s church place in a black jumper. I noticed the jumper because, the weather was not too cold, it seemed like spring.
About two weeks ago, she was in my imaginations again, she actually appeared twice that week, she was underneath a waterfall, I remembered thinking, she must be exotic since I have never heard of waterfalls in good old United Kingdom. Her second appearance in my imaginations happened towards the end of that week, she stood in front of a mirror which reflected the rays of the sun, and she seemed an angelic image.
Last week, she had crept from my imaginations into my dreams, I dreamt that I actually met this mysterious beauty, I held her hands and I noticed the wonderful butterfly tattoo on the inside part of her right hand wrist. She spoke to me, I smiled, I listened and in her eyes I noticed the reflection of the rainbow. That was all I could remember from the dream.

Work was a bit hectic that day, I was glad to be going home, however I hated the journey home. I had to ride the tube and then two different buses before I made it to Kingston town. London has become so overcrowded, everyone seemed to bump into each other, my only comfort was that my favourite team was on TV that night; Arsenal games are always a joy to watch.
I alighted from the train at Kingston town and I proceeded to make my final journey home on my feet, I was about ten minutes away from my humble house when the skies opened, there was no prior warning, the rain just started pouring. I remembered I had an umbrella in my bag so I stopped under the shade of the town’s church building to get my umbrella when I saw her. She reminded me of someone as she walked past the church building, raining pouring so hard over her unsheltered self. She had a white coat on which I thought was going to get dirty because of the rain so I walked over to her and offered to share my umbrella with her.
Just as suddenly as the rain begun, the rain stopped and the sun was in full blast. Then I noticed that I had not introduced myself to her; I undid the umbrella, extended my hands while I introduced myself. Then I noticed she had a black jumper underneath her white coat, I questioned her fashion sense, I wondered if she had known that the weather would play up since it was almost spring time.
She offered to reciprocate my kindness by buying me a drink, I kindly declined but she was persistent so I accepted.
We took a sit by the corner opposite the window at star bucks, I offered to go and get our hot cups of vanilla hot chocolate and hazelnut hot chocolate. As I turned with the drinks in my hand, I noticed her reflection in the huge mirror that was being carried by two men through the store, behind her was a huge picture of the rainbow; I thought that would have being a good photographic moment. There was something about her, I felt like I knew her from somewhere but I could not seem to pinpoint.
Half way through the drinks, we had spoken about each other, she spoke with a low tone, she sounded melodic and I loved every moment with her. She had the most unique face, impossible to describe with words but she was the most beautiful being I ever set my huge African eyes upon. She glowed like the rainbow. I also noticed she had a tattoo inscription of the words “spread your wings like a butterfly” on the inside of wrist part of her right hand.

So as I switch off the television and walk into my bedroom onto the comfort of my king sized bed, I am overjoyed because I shall lie side by side with the woman from my dreams.

By eniola alakija
eniola2000@hotmail.com

freestyle

2008-03-27T20:41:00.001Z

after the rain comes the rainbow
just thot id share this wonderful piece....enjoy

Silly people

2008-03-27T18:39:00.002Z

I am very annoyed at some happenings today....
All i can say is what goes around comes around, i will be the bigger man, take what comes to me and deal with it.
That person needs to understand that I AM STILL STANDING

after the rain, comes the rainbow

this poem i write is dedicated to this person and those that have chosen that path

People dislike what they dont understand,
Hate who they can not be,
Reflect their weakness through oppressing,
Express their sadness through rumours.

Attitude reflects leadership,
I wear mine as a badge of honour,
I am exceptional,
Exceeding every limitations

Do not hold your breath,
You will never see me fall,
If i fall, i shall rise higher than before,
You are a slave to my aura,
You should bow in my presence

Keep talking that talk,
You are going to make me a living legend,
That is the reason for your being,
Your purpose shall be served

Just some things i do during my spare time

2008-03-25T00:39:00.002Z

A Change Is Going to Come

2008-03-19T19:25:00.003Z

As i write this, i am listening to the Barack Obama speech or race and politics. As i listen and listen again, something keeps standing out to me.

Barack Obama said,

"I am the son of a black man from Kenya and a white woman from Kansas. I was raised with the help of a white grandfather who survived a Depression to serve in Patton's Army during World War II and a white grandmother who worked on a bomber assembly line at Fort Leavenworth while he was overseas. I've gone to some of the best schools in America and lived in one of the world's poorest nations. I am married to a black American who carries within her the blood of slaves and slaveowners - an inheritance we pass on to our two precious daughters. I have brothers, sisters, nieces, nephews, uncles and cousins, of every race and every hue, scattered across three continents, and for as long as I live, I will never forget that in no other country on Earth is my story even possible. "

Now this stands out to me, especially, FOR AS LONG AS I LIVE, I WILL NEVER FORGET THAT IN NO OTHER COUNTRY ON EARTH IS MY STORY EVEN POSSIBLE

so is this true, will there ever be a BARACK OBAMA type in ENGLAND, IN FRANCE, IN GERMANY OR ANY OF THE G8 COUNTRIES.

If you have ever being to America or have witnessed African American culture, you would begin to understand that even through the discomfort of racism, inequality, crime and poverty, there is still a sense of belonging within their culture. African Americans tend to unite, support and make things happen more than "African Europeans". If you look through history, Malcolm X or Martin Luther King would not have being heard if no one was listening, if no one was supporting them and if no one was encouraging their fight for equality.

In the UK, people of African origin seem so divided and then we wonder why there might not be a Barack Obama type. The Africans are always fighting the Jamaicans, or everyone is hating on the Somalians. Can somebody please educate them and let them know that we are all from the same place? Without unity, we can never move forward. I would like to see someone with an African origin contest to direct No 10 Downing street and indeed the doings of the UK, i would like to see someone like me(same skin colour, same hair, same nose) at least try to be the Prime minister.

I am African, and i have lived in this western world a while now to see the differences among African Americans, African Europeans and Africans. (Note that i believe that we are all the same)

Just like the Africans in America lead the civil rights movement, I believe that Barack Obama has opened some doors for a lot people of African origin in the western world. I personally would like to see him become the PRESIDENT of the USA.

YES WE CAN is a very powerful phrase, note that he didn't say YES I CAN, or YES YOU CAN, he said, YES WE CAN

In order for us to move forward as a race, let us unite, come together and push each other along.

After all we all from the same place, that makes us brothers and sisters.

A change is going to come, a change has come

YES WE CAN

the DomiNO EFFect

2008-03-17T22:05:00.001Z

GOD help the financial market and therefore global economy...

PAssion

2008-03-16T21:05:00.003Z

I have just seen the most incredible thing on tv. This story has being told through differents mouths, different directions and through different generation, however i have to give props to the BBC for a fantastic show.

There i was, just "flicking" through tv channels on this boring wet sunday and suddenly i saw it, i said to myself,"not another one of these stories but i shall give it two minutes to prove itself", two minutes went by and i was still watching, 30 minutes, i was so into it, 45 minutes and i was totally engrossed. The classic story was being told in a very unique way, gave me another insight into HIS life and this triggered questions in my mind, questions about his mother, his people and those that knew him.

The show is the passion and after it was done, i reached for the remote and plused the rest of the series (if you dont live here in the uk, plus is to record the other episodes in advance)

if you want to learn more and join in this discovery with me, then its on tomorrow at 9pm, friday at 9pm, sunday at about 7pm(all uk time) BBC 1 or just click.

D.P

2008-03-16T12:58:00.001Z

Everyone wants to know,
They want to know about you,
They seem so interested ,
Who is DP they say?

Could she be Deepest Personality?
Because she blows my mind with her warm soul,
While she stimulates my world,
And constantly inspires my creativity

Could she be a Delightfully Phenomenon?
Every moment with her is always a cherished one,
So I am always nourished with the grace of her presence,
Every minute that passes is an elegant discovery

She is to me, everything and more,
An angel my size,
The one that gives me flight,
Whom I constantly bear my heart to,
She is that voice of encouragement,
Her aura blends well with mine,
She is peace and clarity,
She is love in human form,
She is that face you see when you look in the mirror,
She is mine,
She is DP.

Another song im buzzin on...dis n dats

2008-03-15T14:44:00.001Z

keyshia cole and anthony hamilton did the song "JUSTICE"

So today, i decided not to play basketball and take a walk, u know clear my mind, i did and it was refreshing, i even discoved certain changes in my lil town of kingston, there is a new big starbuck shop, top shop seems to be everywhere and mcdonalds is getting a makeover......nice ehn, see i haven't been to town in a very long time.

I took a walk through my fav spot in kingston, brougth back some nice memories and also triggered some actions which i have put into place. I came back home and my housemate was on the decks again, making some beats, he asked that i drop some TALK on the mic which i did, he is looking towards making an album, so watch out, you might just see me on TV soon or maybe hear me on 1xtra.

Im still feeling congested...i took some serious dose of paracetamol and phenylephrine hydrochloride but seriously nothing is better than bed right now and some warm feminine hands. and yeah arsenal staying at the top.....

so my count down to Africa begins today........can't wait

OMG

2008-03-14T23:32:00.001Z

ma days...this is messy....pick up ur jaw

FOR U (u knw who u are....u shine)

2008-03-13T18:25:00.001Z

never go away

Tracks Of My Tears

2008-03-13T17:44:00.001Z

just thot id share with you what i am listening to at the moment, i can't seem to get over these motown classics by boys11men and if u have the album, you mos def understand what i am on about...

this is how i feel sometimes....(im human too...lol)

.......

2008-03-12T14:26:00.004Z

I received a call today, it was from a very special person, the most beautiful soul ever, the person that taught me so much and i am still learning, the one with the most love.

She said she just wanted to check on me since i haven't called in some days now, i apologised and said i have being a bit busy, caught up with dis and dats. She laughed and i could picture her face at that moment, it was like i was right in front of her.

She said she hoped the wind hasn't blown me away as London is becoming a windy city, i said no, i still remember how to make eba, you know the one that taste so good with some nice obe.

She laughed a bit, paused for a while and said,"i am so proud of you, you have given me so much joy and you have achieved so much, i don't mean educational and material achievements, i mean you have grown into a fine young African man and anyone will be proud to associate with you......i love you to bits"

I smiled, a tear dropped from my eye and i said, "i love you too and i am only who i am today because of you, i only walk this path because you showed me, i couldn't have asked for a better teacher, or a better MOTHER.....i love you more than cooked food"

im sharing this with you so you can pick up that telephone and give your MAMA a call

it gets BETTER

2008-03-09T21:31:00.003Z

its a new week and i am looking forward to the week, i know something great is going to happen this week(prolly sound like a preacher man now...lol)

so i have being getting to know DP, i must say, very nice person, feeling the vibes thru and thru...wonderful soul.

i have also being doing some thinking, see i always aim to be the best i can be, getting better and better everyday is something i aspire to every time so i will share some of my thoughts with yall

1st
always have a focus
a journey is never complete without a destination

2nd
never lose focus
situations are(is) like riding a bike, you stop paddling, you fall over

3rd
know the outcome
if you have expectations, you will drive towards your expectations

4th
always review your successes and failures
always search yourself, know your strenghts and weaknesses more than anyone else

5th
change
change is the only permanent thing in life, if something is not working out, change your approach, it's never too late. There are more than a way to achieve your aim.

6th
remain positive
a thousand can fall by my right hand and ten thousand by my left hand, it shall not come near me.

7th
belief
believe in yourself, always have faith

so you can be anything you wanna be, the journey starts from within you.

Na wa O

2008-03-08T10:24:00.003Z

to that naked lady that knocked on my hotel room door at about 2a.m french time, trying to borrow some sugar.........i don't gets down like that but i love you accent...nice body too

(told you i would blog it....lol)

FABtastic n stuvs

2008-03-04T21:50:00.004Z

What more can i say, they said we couldn't do it but we brought down san siro..........… More

So another day, another £, another airport, another city, another hotel, another language, another type of food (wow i miss amala and ewedu)

I hope this time, they wouldn't have to search me twice or look at my passport over and over again....or maybe ask stupid questions like...."why are you earphones so big" or "i bet you are listening to rap, i love rap"

So here i go again, ,doing what i does....ear phone pressed against my ears, listening to some soul(Anthony david....im on that album now..3 cords and the truth) and gospel....flyin high

be back soon

Peace and love

From the Soulstar with SOUL

2008-03-03T00:24:00.001Z

now this is something that is getting me moving...see i haven't played my guitar in a while but now it's on

Never Forgets

2008-03-01T12:44:00.001Z

Africa was raped and then robbed; it is difficult to know how many innocent Africans were taken as slaves across the seas. Historians tend to think that the population of Africa is less than it would have being due to the slave trade.

It has being said that Africans sold Africans to the Europeans. We have being brainwashed to think that we are responsible for our enslavement. They would say that African chiefs and kings sold slaves for gin, western goods and even weapons. The truth of the matter is there were some Africans who collaborated with the Europeans; however there were many African leaders who tried to prevent and fight the slave trade. The Europeans played on our minds and began to set African tribes against the other by giving them weapons. If you were a King, you would defend your Kingdom….Right? It’s called the GUN TRADE CYCLE. All of these benefited one set of people, THE EUROPEAN

The fact is no African country ever had a slave economy; no society in Africa ever had its principle mode as slave production it did not exist in Africa, SLAVE TRADE IS WHAT THE EUROPEANS INVENTED.

There was no concept as “shackled” slavery in Africa; it has being said that we enslaved each other in Africa before the Europeans came. That was not “shackled slavery”, that was a form of domestic servant and it was not about a total desecration of an individuals integrity. Africans used slaves back then to work on their farms and in the house, there were not subjected to mental brutality as they were always part of the family and not regarded even less than dogs and pigs. Do you know that slaves in Europe and America were not even in the same category as the farm animals. The animals got better treatment than THAT MAN WITH THE BLACK FACE, BROAD NOSE AND NAPPY HAIR……THAT COULD HAVE BEING YOUR DIRECT ANCESTOR.

In 1789, Oladuah Equiano wrote about being born in Benin and was enslaved by two African families before taken to the coast and then sold to the Europeans, he wrote that there were loads of differences slavery in Africa and slavery in Europe.
“There is no comparison, in the African system; the slave was part of the family and the slavement was not permanent but in Europe, I have witnessed the most abominable cruelty ever imposed on any human” The Interesting Narrative, and a former slave by Oladuah Equiano

To take somebody away by force from their community is most salvage act ever and we should not forget that. They destroyed towns, villages, lineages, great works of art, stories, and history, there are some songs we never heard, some stories were never told, and some histories taken away for ever.

The most horrible things happened at Elmina Castle (It was the first trading post built on the Gulf of Guinea in GHANA, so is the oldest European building in existence below the Sahara. First established as a trade settlement, the castle later became one of the most important stops on the route of the Atlantic Slave Trade.).
Right in the castle was a CHURCH, around the church were dungeons filled with slaves chained and shackled to the grounds of the dungeons. On Sunday mornings, one would have heard the wails and the moans of those Africans in bondage combined with the so called sacred hymns of the Christian Europeans.

Slavery has affected me in so many ways, it affected my ancestors when they were taken off the shores of Africa, yes we returned and we formed a family again, ALAKIJA, however, I will not stop raising awareness about the horrible things that were done to us, we(Africans) built Europe, London will not be London but for our(Africans) work, wall street, New York will not trade if we(Africans) never built those walls, so take pride in your heritage……we have come a long way and YES WE CAN do anything, even becoming the president of the USA.

You ask me to forget the cry
You ask me to forget the pain
You ask me to forget the blood shed
You ask me to forget the sorrow
You ask me to forget the struggle
You ask me to forget my land
Then you are asking that I forget myself.

By eniola alakija

what else can i say

2008-02-29T00:22:00.001Z

beautiful

29th

2008-02-28T21:59:00.003Z

its the 29th day in feb....u know that only comes in four years, so if u were born on the 29th feb, are you four years younger?

so because its the 29th of feb, you dont have to do a thing......well if u dont want to get paid, dont get outta bed....lol

and yeah.................its the day of marriage proposals..............so watch out a proposal might be coming your way

wake up, get things done, dont ever give up, whateva life throws at you, work with it, roll with it, make something out of it.

THE SOULSTAR HAS SPOKEN

love o love

2008-02-26T21:13:00.008Z

We all know we are in the lovers' month.....yep Feb is Valentines month, its funny how love can make us do crazy things(uhmmmm...what crazy thing have i done this month). I am one of those few people that believe so much in LOVE, see i know that LOVE is everything and everything is in LOVE, i do not apologise for feeling this way, so if you have being hurt before and you think LOVE has hurt you, you need to think again, that boy/girl/man/woman hurt you, not LOVE.

I guess you can call me a LOVE warrior.....

So the question is what im i on about? well, i heard something today on the radio that made me laugh so hard, now this is real, i am not trying to make this up, it was reported in the newspaper and i heard it on the famous LBC 97.3fm (Londons' biggest chat), if you don't know about LBC, get with it, see it's not all about choice fm and kiss fm(for those in the uk), sometimes, one needs to stimulate the brain, hear about issues affecting us as a nation, even if it is london's biggest chat.

So to the story....
A robbery went to rob the local post office(i dont remember the name of the place now but it's somewhere in the uk), during the robbery, he was smitten by the check-out girl he was robbing. He returned to the scene of the crime the next day with flowers and chocolate for the girl, while confessing his love for her, he also confessed he robbed the store the day before, the police were called and he was arrested.

So what crazy thing have i done because of love?

HAppy BirtHDAY AiMa.......................

Arsene Wenger's Letter

2008-02-25T20:26:00.000Z

Dear Soulstar,

Like everyone else at Arsenal I hope Eduardo makes a full recovery from the terrible injury he suffered at Birmingham on Saturday. His injury was the result of a very bad tackle and the first diagnosis we had after the game was very, very bad. I would not like to go into medical details because I am not qualified enough but the first news was very bad and obviously he was quickly taken to hospital. Will the injury end Eduardo's career? I don't know. I would not go as far as saying that but it does not look good.

It was a highly emotional afternoon and we were all shocked by the injury to Eduardo. On reflection though, I feel that my comments about Martin Taylor were excessive. I said what I did immediately after the game, in the heat of the moment. As for the game itself, Eduardo's injury affected our football 100 per cent. You could see that straight away - it had a big effect. At half time we talked about playing the game we wanted to play and I felt we did that quite well. It was very disappointing that we didn't kill off the game.

I don't believe the free-kick for Birmingham's first goal should have been given and I thought Gael Clichy's tackle was fair and did not warrant a penalty. Five minutes before that stoppage-time equaliser there was a 100 per cent penalty after Adebayor was fouled. But we have to take it, we cannot change it and we have to look at ourselves as well. We have to fight against all that. Frankly we should have killed the game off earlier and scored the third because you can get caught out by any little mistake. Thanks for your support.

Arsène Wenger

Eduardo da Silva

2008-02-23T20:47:00.003Z

I am very angry today,

Arsenal striker Eduardo da Silva suffered an horrific broken leg in the opening minutes of the Premier League clash with Birmingham.
The Croatia international was challenged by Birmingham's Martin Taylor in the third minute of the game at St Andrews with the centre-back being shown an immediate red card by referee Mike Dean.
Eduardo's clearly distressed team-mates immediately signalled to the sidelines that urgent attention was required and the game was held up for seven minutes as he received treatment on the field.
The injury was deemed to be so serious that replays of the incident were not shown on television.

Eduardo is now facing a lengthy spell on the sidelines and is certain to miss the remainder of this campaign and Croatia's Euro 2008 challenge in the summer.
After being stretchered off the field, he was immediately taken to hospital for further treatment.

skysports.co.uk

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RpHufZEaFe0

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2008-02-23T13:00:00.002Z

I am the darker brother,
They send me to eat in the kitchen when company comes,
But i laugh,
I eat well and i grow strong

Tomorrow i will sit at the table when company comes,
Nobody will dare say to me eat in the kitchen then,
Besides they will see how beautiful i am,
And be ashamed,

I too im a man

Charity Begins At Home

2008-02-22T15:58:00.001Z

Charities like Live Aid raised a lot of awareness about the poverty in Africa; they staged a global concert in which so many celebrity artists were invited to perform. They promised to give the money raised to Africa. They televised the amount of success they have had with their charity.

All these I am very grateful for. The human in me is very thankful for any sort of help rendered to people in need, however, if they continue to give and give again, we become dependent upon their help. We as Africans can never be independent in our minds and in our economy if all we do is receive and receive.

Africa is blessed with everything; Oil, Diamonds, Intelligence, Exotic animals, wonderful weather and even the most beautiful women to name a few. 25,000 years ago, we were solving mathematical problems; we built house and pyramids with this knowledge.

The Nigerian city of Ile-Ife was paved in 1000 AD on the instructions of the ruler with decorations that originated in Ancient America. Naturally, no-one wants to explain how this took place approximately 500 years before the time of Christopher Columbus. According to scholars, the Yoruba people built numerous walled cities surrounded by farms”. The cities were Owu, Oyo, Ijebu, Ijesa, Ketu, Popo, Egba, Sabe, Dassa, Egbado, Igbomina, the sixteen Ekiti principalities, Owo and Ondo. This shows the enormous wealth and intelligence of Africans

The Nigerian city of Benin was built to a scale comparable with the Great Wall of China. There was a vast system of defensive walling totaling 10,000 miles in all. Guinness Book of Records carried an entry in the 1974 edition that described the city as: “The largest earthworks in the world carried out prior to the mechanical era.”

Autopsies and caesarean operations were routinely and effectively carried out by surgeons in pre-colonial Uganda. The surgeons routinely used antiseptics, anesthetics and cattery iron. One author wrote in the Edinburgh Medical Journal in 1884: “The whole conduct of the operation . . . suggests a skilled long-practiced surgical team at work conducting a well-tried and familiar operation with smooth efficiency.”

It bugs me to know that we have all these resources and we still need help from the outside world. We should be the ones giving out and not always receiving charity, however, we have being made to be inferior, our resources have being stolen from us and our peoples’ minds have being brain washed with the glamorisation of western ideas and ways.

Africa suffers today economically because Africa was robbed and manipulated. A thief who goes into a bank to steal with guns is the same as the thief who manipulates and cons people out of their money and resources. A thief is a thief, regardless of how the theft was carried out.

Africa suffers health wise because if the economy is affected, every other thing follows. The pharmaceutical industry is concerned about making profits alone, so therapeutic drugs are not well distributed in Africa. The average pay in Africa is not enough to buy malaria tablets. This then leads to poor welfare.

I am tired of Charities(I am not against charity in any way) to Africa, though I understand they mean well, I would rather the American and European government return our resources to us, so we don’t have to always depend on what is handed down to us. We have the intelligence to make it happen, we built America and Europe, I believe we can build Africa too; all we need now is the right mentality.

2008-02-19T21:28:00.002Z

Through History, determination has always paid of.....
the African struggle for independence, and now Liverpool FC, i am not a fan of liverpool fc but i am a fan of good spirit, good football......

I am currently watching the game (liverpool v intermilan) and i can say that i am confident Liverpool will pull this off and save their manager......

By the way, it's 2-0 to liverpool.

2008-02-18T22:05:00.003Z

Been a while since i heard good music come out of Nigeria/Nigerian Blood,
don't get me wrong i like Psquare (especially that new song, no one be like you), Dbanj ever shouts and never sings, and Tuface is cool but seriously when are we going to get real musicians come out of Nigeria again, i am talking about the likes of Fela, King Sunny Ade and co............if you were born in the eighties or before you will understand what i am saying.

See i grew up listening to Music from these folks, i remember my Dad's turntable (it aint even cds) playing every a.m, i woke up to the sounds of Marvin Gaye, Miles Davis, Sam Cook, Fela Kuti, KSA , Obey and so on. That is music, not that noisy YAHOOZZEE......did i hear you say "he didn't just diss Olu Maintain", this is no 'diss', it's just that when i have my kids, i want to be able to introduce them to good music from the motherland and i seriously wouldn't want them shouting YAHOO YAHOOZZEE

However, hope is not lost and i still have faith in that part of motherland(Nigeria), i was introduced to the music of a lady called ASA pronouced ASHA, i was like well, let me listen whilst thinking i hope this isn't going to be another rapper wannabe.....so i listened and i am still listening and i will listen tomorrow in my car, and when i get back home i will listen again and again

This woman is soooo good, i am so proud she is from Nigeria, she has that Tracy Chapman, India Arie meets Amy Winehouse kinda vibe (If you know about music, you will understand what i am saying), i especially like the yoruba titled songs, so if you have a minute, why don't you treat yourself to some good music(the kinda music i will be passing on to lil eniola).

http://www.asa-official.com/spip.php?page=album&lang=en

Never GIVE UP, keep your HEAD UP

2008-02-18T17:04:00.001Z

Dear Soulstar

Positive points are difficult to find from Saturday's FA Cup defeat against Manchester United because overall we were not up to the level of our normal game. We know that and the players know that as well. In fact, the only positive I can think of is that we do not have any new injuries. The talking points at Old Trafford included Emmanuel Eboue's sending off which looked a bit harsh from my position. The game was over after the red card and maybe even before that because we never looked like we could come back.

Then there was Nani's ball-juggling which I thought was a little bit disrespectful. He had a very good game on Saturday but that was not needed. But it can happen to a young player. I didn't really have serious thoughts about the treble but you try and make a choice as late as you can. Saturday was difficult to swallow for the players because it looked like we did not have the physical resources to come back into the game. At the moment our cup defeats are unbelievable. When we lose in the cup we get a hiding. We don't concede in the League but when we do concede we do it well! Either way we need to recover quickly because we need to be at our best to beat Milan.

As for the rest of the season, the targets in front of us are very clear. They are the Premier League and the Champions League. We are not in a position where we have to make a choice. We just have balanced fixtures now and we need to pick ourselves up quickly because we have a massive game on Wednesday. Of course we are back at Old Trafford in April for the Premier League game and you will see a different Arsenal team then. We will be in a different shape when our injuries clear up and I hope the pitch will be in a different shape as well. Thanks for your support.

Arsène Wenger

thIS MOment

2008-02-17T23:11:00.000Z

Just like it was innocently sent to me
i love this, its too good i have to share it with the world (well you)

Never felt this way before
Never knew it was actually possible
Swear I’m alive but my blood seems to stop flowing
Frozen by the feelings of my heart
Feelings so strong that scare its own possessor
Frozen every moment I have you in my head

Every moment with you, learning everyday
More and more about what makes you, you
Nothing seems to matter when I’m with you
Your presence takes precedence over everything
Everything that used to matter pales compare
To how I feel about you
My senses tell me it’s wrong to feel this way
It’s way too soon and makes no sense
But my heart is telling me not to stop

For once I’m going to follow my heart
I’m going to live in this mysterious moment
A moment that makes no sense to my mind
Because I rather share this moment with u
And risk whatever it will costThan go back to when I never knew you at all

NINTENdo WII

2008-02-16T16:38:00.000Z

I have just being knocked out on the nintendo wii, boi that game packs alot of punch......pow pow pow im out

So i have being to the Reg today and trust me, this wedding thing is a new experience for me but its cool tho, lets just say im learning.

The house is packed, dudes on the couch, pretty ladies in the leaving room, so what im i doing writing

yep, still waiting for the big game, when we[Arsenal] tump on man u

later

BIG WEEKender

2008-02-16T08:33:00.000Z

It's here again

Arsenal v Man U.........................can't wait for that game boi........

went to bed pretty late and i am up already, i blame my flat mate who decides to have silly parties at odd times at night, its cool tho because i know he is sleeping now.............so BOOM BOOM GOES MY SPEAKERS..............lol

Back to today.........yep, i am really looking forward to the game, i always love Arsenal clashing with Man U, Numero Uno(Arsenal) should win, because i support Arsenal with my whole and the Arsenal team play the best game period. So i am hoping for a good game today before we play AC MILAN on wednesday.

Heard ADEBAYOR might not be playing.............oh well, i am sure Arsenal can still kick *****

I am also looking forward to Vals birthdays/lawful union celebration today, it's looking like a good day already, the sun is out, and after writing this, i am on my way to the BBALL court (yes i love football and i play basketball)

p.s saw a picture of MICHEAL ESSIEN wearing an ARSENAL TOP........even the best wants to associate with the best. First it was DAVID BECKHAM training with us, now ESSIEN wears our top.........yeeeeeeeeaaaaaahhhhhh

FOOTBALL TEAMs I WISH Well

Tottenham Hotspurs

Everton

Manchester city

OGa POLice......what now

2008-02-15T22:30:00.000Z

See what it is?

Being African in London seems to be a crime now, because i can't even drive without being stopped anymore. I know i am a good driver,passed the test a while now, being driving since about 15, two hands on the steering (when i feel like really), bluetooth always on so i dont have to hold the mobile phone if i need to converse, signal before i make a turn, give way and i always, almost never jump the yellow light.

So there i was, cruising down the A3, doing 40-42miles/hour, enjoying the new Ledisi cd i just made, thinking about how quickly i am going to devour that jollof rice as soon as i get home and what did i see, yes you guessed it, FLASHING LIGHTS.

I checked that i was doing everything right, so i decided to continue driving and ignore, they followed me for a while till i pulled up in my garage. They alighted from the car and walked towards me, by this time, i was ready to break down anything or anyone that wants to stand in the way of me and my jollof rice.

The chubby one with round head came and stood in front on my driver's door, asked me to step out of the car, i looked at him and continued with my jollof rice dream. After a while of saying silly things into that little toy thet carry around, he asked me that stupid question

"Are you legal in this country?"
"No, I have just driven over here from Nigeria"
"Are you trying to be smart with me , sir"
"Exactly sir, i am since this is a big joke"
"Whats your name, sir?"
"Whats yours?"

After a very long dialogue, i realised that i am wasting my own time too so i gave him the correct details he wanted, he checked on his little toy thing and then he said i was clear. Just as i was about to leave, he said,

"Where did you get that car from"

I was so annoyed that the jollof rice wish disappeared, i told him i stole it from his house since that is what he was expecting to hear. A young African brother in a nice car driving around london is something he can't understand

Oga Police, Na wetin i do you
(this is a true story)

On a serious note, why is it that they think we can't be educated and legal, they don't understand that we all don't have to steal to buy nice cars and have nice things but then i can't blame them..........Yahoo YaHoo bois have given them that right.

HAPPy VAls Day

2008-02-14T17:40:00.000Z

All around the world, people are exchanging flowers, boxes of chocolate, cards, kisses, hugs and you know what tonight. Its Vals day and i want to wish everyone a wonderful Vals day. My present to you today is wishful thinking.

Love affects everyone, you are either falling in love, growing in love, recovering from love, giving love or wanting love. Love controls everything and everyone.
Someone said,"love is too commercialised, you dont need a day to celebrate love"..............what nonsense!!! We might as well forget about celebrating anniversaries, if you are one of those that think love is commercialised, stop being bitter and let love love you, its simple, learn to trust and loving will follow...................its a chain reaction baby

Enjoy tonight and understand that Valentines is about celebrating LOVE and not LUST

WELCOME ME

2008-02-14T00:00:00.000Z

Im new here, so expect random mind blowing thoughts from me

KSugar....thnx 4 d inspiration