The #rePlay Series: ePisode 2

The U2 and Mary. J synergy.
You can't go wrong with this one. They both have a way of boring a hole into your subconscious and just making a home there.

And then...the lyrics set in *sigh*

*puts earphones on* One...

Bean-Cake

It's like any other day. Well, not any other day actually. It's the first weekday after the election weekend and everyone seems skeptical to step out of their 'fortresses' cause of the tension of the unknown.
Let's be honest. It's not exactly a cue to safety. We all just found a solid excuse not to go to work that day.

Election weekends should be every weekend. All in favor of this say, 'I!'
Yeup. I thought so too.

Anyway, politics is really not my cup of tea *yawns* Food on the the hand, pretty much is.

Okay. Back to my life-changing tale.
So I was walking down the street going over to meet my 'colleague-turned-friend' so we could head to work together. And then, right there...that awesome aroma hit me. I have quite the nose so trust me, I mean it when I say 'hit' me.
I knew that aroma oh so well. It was the belly-saving smell of Akara. For those who don't know this amazing work of cuisine art, kindly click on the link here

Anyway, fast forward to a pack of plantain chips, three cupcakes, another pack of plantain chips and one and a half cream 'duff'nuts, (as my friend calls it...you know like 'DoUGH'. 'EnoUGH'. Anyway, sure you get the idea) I found myself in Mushin, well 'we', found ourselves in Mushin just to get us a bag quarter-full of Akara. And then my day was complete. *sigh*

The thing is, Akara is not your 'everyday-craving-meal'. But when you do crave it, the feeling never goes away till you quench it...with just a taste of one hot freshly-fried ball. And then when you couple it with a loaf of soft Agege bread...oh! *tears of joy*

Again, for those who know not what Agege bread is, my bad. Can't seem to find it in Google/Wikipedia this time. You just have to live with the imagination. It's such a pity you can't share this glorious moment with us.

And that's it for the day. Happy belly, Happy Wit :)




Touching...isn't it? *wipes happy tear*

The #rePlay Series: ePisode 1

The Beatles.
Never been much of a fan but thanks to the 'bigger' bro I couldn't help but get hooked to a few classics.

And today just happens to be one of those days. Got my iPod to blame for that... #rePlay

                                                 

'Na Na Na Na Na Na Na 
Na Na Na Na
Hey Jude!'

Peace...Be Still

Overwhelming...yet reassuring
In a rush...but still so calming

Looking for the right words
Searching for the start point
Tug...Pull
Push...Shove

Feels like a roller coaster
Sometimes my hands can raise no higher
But then I sit...I wait...I wonder
Is it just me or do I feel the walls crashing under?

Papa Roach

Namaste!

Apologies. I've been 'hanging' around a new found Indian friend of mine. A colleague more like. No, we haven't met in real life. Apparently our social space is Whatsapp.

He is probably the only reason I open that application on my phone. And of course my mum too. She keeps getting more IT savvy by the minute! I can't keep up.

Anyway, that aside, he is actually one of the reasons for this post.
Somethings or rather, some people have come into my life in less than a month and made quite the impact.
Sometimes you unconsciously psych yourself that you are in this lil' bubble of your's and no one really knows you exist. Ironically, there happens to be a whole lot of eyes on your every move; especially those that appreciate your 'little' efforts.

To be honest, I'm having a bit of writer's block. The words are in my head but they just can't construct themselves through my keyboard.
But I'm hoping you get the drift on my 'life-aspiring' post

These 'new' people have 'reminded' me of how sweet, caring and selfless I can be. (Well, I didn't say that. They did *grins*)
In a space of less than four weeks I've prayed with them, encouraged them, listened to them go on and on and on about their problems. And even though sometimes I feel my weakness is that I care too much, I think having that 'weakness' is worth it cause the greatest 'strength' I could ever have is the one that comes from the genuine smiles that 'weakness' puts on the faces of others.

Soft? Me??? Nah. I'm still a hard nut to crack. Well kinda...sorta.

I would've put their names on here but then my blog won't focus on me now, would it?
Call me conceited *sticks tongue out*

'BaE'ileys, 'B'a(E)con 'A'nd 'E'ggs

Bae.
Lord knows I hate that word. Hate doesn't even cut it. I loathe it. Detest it. It just feels like a roach crawling up my spine *Urgh*  
Whatever happened to the other 'b'? Got eaten by a shark maybe?

Trust me, I could be a sucker for 'lovey-dovey-mushiness' once in a while but honey, do not call me 'bae' Please don't.

Remember how Mary Embrey in the movie 'Hancock' went all coocoo anytime she was called crazy?
(Most of you won't recall cause it was such a crappy movie)
Anyhow, what I'm trying to say is I'd go all MEmbrey on you if you in as much as whisper that word into my ears. Dude! You can do waaay better than that. Camaaan!

See that? ^^^ *tsk tsk*

BUT (that's a highly significant 'but') if of course you have to just cause you can't seem to find a better word to express how adorable and amazing and awesome I am, (I have that effect on people...can't help it) give it a lil' flava will ya?
Say like BaEcon and Eggs. (now that's delicious!)    
Oh oh, I got another one! How about we go with BAEileys (*sigh* that creamy tasty feel that rolls down the oesophagus. Using that word, 'oesophagus' rather than 'gullet' or 'throat' makes me feel way smarter)

In other words, lemme wrap this up. If there be anything that I would ever call 'Bae' in my life (which would be if a gun was put to my head of course)...Food.
Food my darlings, is bae.






Dassall *burp*

ShokiTerus (my bad...just couldn't think of a better title)

So the last time we had a conversation, (well I had a conversation with myself actually) I wailed, cried, desperately begged for some inspiration. OK. Scrap that bit.  Cool people don't beg.

I 'ordered' you to find me some kind of muse. But then its my blog so I took things into my own hands...which I should have done in the first place. Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Just don't judge me.

Was having a chat with an anonymous good friend/sister of mine and the talk of babies came up. Let's face it. There is a point in the female specie's life span when her ovaries begin to marvel at the bare thought of having kids...or like another friend of mine would say, 'The uterus starts doing Shoki'.

To those who do not know, Shoki is a type of dance that involves some upward/downward hand and arm movements. A dance that Nigerians apparently adopt to all genres of music...including jazz. *straight face*

Yep...odd people all around me. Not that I'm complaining *shrug*

Aight. Where were we? Yes, babies. Ovaries. Uterus.

Lol. The funny bit  of this whole story is she literally had a dream that she was in labor. She has so got the baby fever going on.

Not that I blame her. I could practically eat my nephew all up. He is that adorable. 
In her case, she is pretty much older than I am so the level of the 'Shoki-Uterus' is more or less on a scale of 1 to 10...definitely a number 8.5...let's round that up to a 9.

Oh well...think I've already gotten the spot of godmother when the baby (or babies? Twins? Triplets? Quadruplets maybe??) finally becomes a reality.

So till then, we wait....*Shoki*