tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84236089515101959432024-02-07T16:13:47.701-08:00Phat and fabulous!!!Yeah that's mii..Jayjazzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04609622973197360013noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423608951510195943.post-82688026812341566862015-11-12T08:50:00.000-08:002015-11-12T08:50:44.639-08:00S-U-I-C-I-D-E!!!I want to write! I want to write free inhibited and unhinged! I want to do my PHD! I want to have kids, get married! I want money! I want to lose and maintain a healthy weight! I want good health and protection. I want so many things but have you met me? I ‘m a young lady, used to think I was a young girl but as my 30s is slowly creeping on me and passing by , I realize I cannot be quantified or called a young person in my church grouping anymore. In the next few months I shall move to the Young women’s fellowship of my church and yet I can’t help but feel unfulfilled and under utilised.<br />
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I like to dance but I feel so shy to do it around people, what about singing, goodness I love to bell our loud notes but what to do about or with it? Drawing nko? I do it with so much skill, still I do not know what to do with it.. I am you, shade, Adaobi, Laide, Halima. Dare I say, I am an Emeka, Yusuf, Tony, Shehu. I am a Nigerian that wants to do so many things to better myself, to better my country but I remain numb. i feel nothing but i still I carry out my activities daily, I wake, pray, go to work, spend hours in traffic returning home, eat something so I can be sustained but I feel empty. <br />
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And suddenly I wake up one day and decide that I don’t have friends, I don’t really want to continue this monotony, I must break it, I must live my life to the fullest, I wake up bright and energized but suddenly I slump back into my little space because I feel I cannot, I cannot. Weeks turn into months and finally one day I pick up all the diabetes pills my folks leave around, mix everything together and drink then i lay back watching.. I mutter a little prayer, if the Almighty will hear me and lay still till, i lay still i I pass. I pass.. because no one finds me, I am alright so no one looks for me till I am gone..<br />
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All over the world even in Nigeria recently people take their lives every day, leaving grieving family and friends, colleagues and unfinished dreams. Talk to someone today. He/she might be suffering, you might even be suffering from depression. We say Oh! Nigerians love life and never get depressed and they never think of ending it all. Everything is already so depressing ;the state of the economy, Unemployment issues,security brouhaha, everything is quite bad and we still cope but then we lose many daily to suicide. Daily we hand ourselves, or we overdose on some funny medicine.<br />
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Check on me today… Check on me so i dont become a blog post of she was, he was. Check on me .I m you!<br />
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Cheers!! i m back...<br />
Jayjazzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04609622973197360013noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423608951510195943.post-32373381735500288042014-09-02T05:56:00.000-07:002014-09-02T05:56:28.182-07:00I kissed a girl and i liked it.....Oh hell no... i didnt.. i just had to drag you in. hahahahaha. its been such a long time and i feel like i should just restart, like start a new blog but then there so much wahala with starting a new one so i decided to just go with the flow..<br />
how is it going? its been ages and i ve been busy and lazy and doing any other thing apart from banking has got to take divine intervention. Ok a quick rundown, i m still with the first place i started work with i m still Phat and fabulous.. taking one step at a time to become Pfit and Fabulous. <br />
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What can i gist u guys about now ooo. erm ok lets do it this way. <br />
Dear diary, <br />
i am currently on holidays and thoroughly bored. i m so used to living the life of a busy girl and i ve forgotten how to have fun. I m vacaying in the surburb town of Stevenage somewhere in Hertfordshire and all i can do is eat, sleep, go shopping and back home.. i m so chuffed with taking the bus/train without getting missing in this town, if na Naija now, i don carry cab. i did take a cab here once when i paid 55 pounds for a 30 something minute journey... i gave myself some brain my father isnt dangote or Otedola and id like to get back home not totally broke.<br />
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i m just going to go and relax again and get inspired to come back here and do a proper post.. till den... xoxo...Jayjazzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04609622973197360013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423608951510195943.post-47465137437453799472013-09-07T03:50:00.000-07:002013-09-07T03:50:18.469-07:00Over a year and looking on....Ok! <br />
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GRriinnnnng! Grrinnnng! Grrinnnng! Peeping in….<br />
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Jesu! Its been a while here, dust has gathered, spider-web, wao!!, see ds place like a grave yard! Oh well. I’m sorry. What can I say? It’s just been a long time I put up any post, I tried to revive last year but it didn’t werk so I believe I ll do better this time!<br />
Ahem! *clearing throat* I am done with my Msc prog!!! Like play like play o! I said I was going to start it in 2011 and well, I m done. I m so grateful to God alone and all the wonderful people I work with. They ve been magnificient, what with letting me leave early on Fridays and missing Saturday work…<br />
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Well, since i ve been away for over a year like that and i m hoping to find new readres here let me just introduce myself once again, i m Jay! former Tomboy turned big girl*literally big*, plus sized ahem (leavng it small small sha)! ehen, banker by day, lover and friend by night. Chief blog stalker, i m passioate about writing, just too lazy sometimes to. i also have two darling friend which you ll be hearing about in the place from time to time. lets call em ER' and Nory.<br />
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ER's a sister, colleague and best friend and NOry's is also a sister, family friend and bestie and she works with one popular naija artist that i m not crazy about so i try to stay away from his topic ans he s the on paying ha salary. <br />
Ok that said what has been happening o? in the last two years, i ve worked, schoooled, made friends, met new abulous people, some ccrazy, some fun, others a tad serious and some just generally unwell but i grateful for these relationships and there s also a special Mr. lets leave that gist for anoda day. <br />
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Testimony timne.... Blessing time...Since i close late from the office almost evryday and i have to go to an extreme part of the mainland, i call home for now, sometimes i m opportuned to use a speedboat ride home. From Marina, it only takes about 25-30 minutes to get to my end and so it beats the countless hours that one spends in lagos traffic... speaking of traffc my goodness, i ve left my ffice @ 530 severally and gotten home around past 9ish to ten, i mean if i were travelling to benin i would have made it safely to the rusty city. i digrees ema biinu. <br />
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So, this particular day, i made it to CMS To board the speedboat and i couldnt get a ticket so i rushed down to Victoria Island just beside Addax office where i could get several boats ready to take passengers my way, Fortunately and den eventually unfortunately i got this boat and i tot all was good n dandy becos it was already getting dark, i had never take a boat when it was dark but i decided that facing the traffic would be worse so i go it. we moved and it took just a few meters to know that the engines where not in top shape and we were even overloaded. The driver after much prodding from passengers turned back to fix us inside another boat. we got back to the jetty and once peopel started unloading we realised that they were filing into the last boat for the night and that boast already had passenengers which meant that all of us who sat at the back would not get seats on that boat. <br />
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They immedately gave us the options of using the road but told the rest of us that the engine wasnt so terruble it was just becos we were overloaded and we dould mamage it. recultantly and for fear of traffic at 7.30 pm we set sail( abi nor bi d word) with te hfaulty engined speedboat. forgive me as i eneter pidgin here, na so we begin dey blow go o , next minute we don hit open water o na im d boat begin dey sway dangerously as the waves were quite much becos of that morning's rain fall and the engine stopped<br />
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Open water, no visible land in front, no land @ the back just dark cold, smelly dirty water of the atlantic. i lookled at myself and my colleague who was with me and i said Hian! na so i go die here? i m finished. Theyu tried!! tried!!! triedd!!!!! engine nor gree, the driver and the other guyt who was supposedly his conductor sat atop the speedboadt and started making fantic calls but all we could here was ha! u ve closed, call rafiu nau, he may be able to arrage one boat for you ds night. My own don reech me!!! i reached into my bag and my fone was off! battery flat, i said to myself is this the way ill quench without any of my family members knowing????<br />
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I asked my colleague if i could use his own and he said he s battery too was out. wao! finally after 20 minutesof drifting in open water, the engine started. God must have worked overtime that day for us becos i dunno o ! it was traumatic, we set out again after another 5 minute gbosa! speedboat stopped...<br />
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story to be continued...<br />
Gotta do some saturday office work!! i m in the office by the way! damn this office work jare..<br />
mwaah...<br />
Jay....Jayjazzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04609622973197360013noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423608951510195943.post-5003689235243153512012-09-05T08:14:00.000-07:002012-09-05T08:14:22.211-07:00I haf been a disgraceHi people, it is with great displeasure that I type ds. I have done wrong,I have done wrong I tell you. I have been away for so long and I m sad because all my people that claimed to love me didn't even bother to check on me.<br />
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Ewo...... Such love I don't know. Kk first sha let me apologise for taking off since January it is work, nothing else. My work has a special way of draining the life out of someone but i bless God @ least I ve got one.<br />
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I have loads of gist. My goodness. I don't even know where to start but as I borrowed a friend's tablet to put up ds quickie I can't gist y'all enough. I shall try and do da with my black phone and put up a post tonight.<br />
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Till dat time sha sha.<br />
XOXO<br />
Jazzy.<br />
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Jayjazzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04609622973197360013noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423608951510195943.post-24545799413374645002011-10-20T01:01:00.001-07:002011-10-20T01:01:46.076-07:00Almost a yearHi, guys<br />
I guess no one really reads here anymore! we ll i m planning a come back. <br />
In exactly a year of being away from blogging, i shall return.<br />
I read through several blogs daily but i havent blogged. <br />
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Loads and lots of gist.<br />
watch this space<br />
XoXo<br />
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Jazzy....Jayjazzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04609622973197360013noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423608951510195943.post-81961192517184677392010-01-10T09:33:00.000-08:002010-01-10T09:55:32.691-08:00Lag life.. 2010<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEIvgi6s3-lJ7BzHextJMTcdGDFleILAYQGA0eATHER38UHXKORH2qzoreyazSJmg-2ypAgHQ_srVI8yLyEhjQlH8SRmNtPj4cR_ACxfYYRLfw6aQtarxM_6Hno5hG7ZACfuOqRV_JunRv/s1600-h/slap.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 1px; height: 1px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEIvgi6s3-lJ7BzHextJMTcdGDFleILAYQGA0eATHER38UHXKORH2qzoreyazSJmg-2ypAgHQ_srVI8yLyEhjQlH8SRmNtPj4cR_ACxfYYRLfw6aQtarxM_6Hno5hG7ZACfuOqRV_JunRv/s320/slap.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425171259147179042" /></a><br />Hey peeps....<br />so i ve been unfaithful in this blogging business and i truly apologize. It has been a while. First merry Christmas.. then happy nu year now... <br /><br />Now once upon a time she was searching for a job and didn't have time to update her blog posts, now she does have a job but still doesn't have time. <br /><br />i just want to say that am sorry for been away. it hasn't been intentional, its just the type of tins happening.. well its not news, that the economy has been pretty bad but the lord has been on my side.<br /><br />Any new gist plenty, my life has been blooming and the lord knows that soon.. very soon we shall see his wonders, i ve met new people, hawt people and people that just wanna pee in your pants and go however, i am taking my time as concerns relationships and the final commitment<br /><br /><br />I ve gat loads of gist that i dont know where 2 start from.. lemme see... ehn... Both my parents are no longer in lag.. Director moved to a branch of his bank in Asaba, moms moved 2 Abj when her office moved and you d think that now i ve gat all the freedom abi. ehm! lia lia.. i still have one bro that keeps his eagle eye on me oh, if i dare come back late on a weekend fire n brimestone must fall... <br /><br />Ok lemme give u ds office gist.. so i work in one unit like this where we pay salaries to several people including the police. it goes on every month and things go smoothly. Their salary schedule is brought, we post same ol. However one paticlar month like this one lady came to question the fact that what we had paid her was not what she deserved, calmly i told her that it was what was state in the list that we would follow, i went forward to show her the schedule their pay master brought before i knew anything this police officer dazed me one slap.. TAwWAya..... <br /><br />Suddely i saw stars as my glasses fell off my face to the ground, i had never been so shocked, chei she went on ranting saying that what she was given was what she deserved.... see me see trouble oh. i was so pissed but as we were groomed, i calmly walked away, knowing that if i stayed there my suit wouldn't have held the fight we would have had. <br />After that my colleagues came around and tried to pacify me.. that was how i started crying.. <br /><br />Who send me bank work ehn? As if that wasn't enough another police officer came and was threatening fire, of course before he could slap anoda person, the security ushered him out.. needless 2 say i got transferred from that unit and am grateful...<br /><br />well it hasn't been all evil, i ve met some hawt young men on the job and we can only hope for better things, well i guess i need to go coordinate my things for the week, match suit with shoes and all. <br /><br />I ll be back, sooner than you all think till then stay blessed and have the most fantastic year..Jayjazzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04609622973197360013noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423608951510195943.post-86397977817966409662009-07-01T06:47:00.000-07:002009-07-01T06:55:44.454-07:00The wedding, Nigerian police and my reflectionsI was at a friend’s wedding this weekend in the far away town of Ado-Ekiti, it was fun, stressful and it set me thinking. It was also a sort of reunion for all my friends from University but before then let me humour u guys a little. My girlfriends, two whom are corp. members and i decided to travel to Ado together and so we did, early Friday morning we were already at the pack in Ojota before 8am and we got into a van/bus and waited and it didn’t seem we would leave soon, we then decided to throw down all them ajebutter airs and start hassling for passengers. <br />As soon as we started, it seems that everyone was really fascinated 3 fine gals in a park trying to market a transport service line, we virtually ended up stealing other transport line passengers, who wanted to be in the same bus with 3 interesting ladies; yes i tend to be very unhumble(anything like dat) about these things... lol. In all we manage to round up 13 humorous people of which 5 of them were old enough to be our parents but they were quite crazy enough. Our driver too was a young man and we had fun, gisting and catching up on gist until we entered Ogun state. <br /><br />Suddenly we met a police roadblock that just refused to go away, they stopped the driver of our bus and asked for the essentials, license, papers n co.. He gave everything and they still wanted more. Instead of the police guys to come out straight and say they wanted money, they asked the guy for something else, i think the tint permit for the van, the driver gave a receipt saying that they had just renewed and the papers were not given yet but he had evidence of payment. One short police office didn’t agree oh! He just seized the drivers licence and everything that he would need to drive along the road without harassment. Just as we were looking on waiting for the driver as he was making calls to his head office, we saw all them police men jump into their van and kick off instructing the driver to follow them.<br /> <br />We even thought they wanted to move to a less busy place and then negotiate how much money they wanted when they started taking us to a bush filled area. Everyone in the bus started shouting at the driver that he was a fool for following them. One of the elderly men in the bus said that their station was way off route and another extra hours journey. Now for people who were supposed to make up the bride for her native law marriage that afternoon at 2pm, we started screaming at the driver and we told him to overtake the police van, which he did but the crossed us again, it was like the police chase in ‘Madea Goes to jail’ only that we were the ones pursuing the police van. After some time we decide to turn back and continue our journey, it seems that the police guys realised that we were not following anymore and they took one way and decided to cross us in front. <br /><br />Funny, the passengers were ready for the police men, one mopol guy, opened the front passenger door and ordered the passenger there to get down, the passenger refused saying he had paid his dues and wasn’t standing up. The police guy thinking his gun brandishing self was intimidating had it coming for him, becos a s soon a s he entered the bus and ordered our driver to follow the police van, snide comments started flying the air, with the majority chanting insults and asking the guy where they were taking us to. We ordered the driver to park and we forced the police guy down. He was still talking big like he was going to deal with us, we seem to have been creating a scene when one official came and brought the drivers papers saying the oda guy should let us go that one said no oh! That one passenger talked to him rudely, see me see wahala oh, someone that is old enough to be your father is whom is rude to you, we didn’t mind that there were guns everywhere we were ready to shout and scream till we gathered support from locals when they finally released the papers. <br /><br />I am sure they would still quarrel about the issue when we left, for goodness sake if they wanted money, i am sure we would have found something for him, but he was acting all lord and saviour unfortunately he didn’t get anything except wasted fuel and time. After that every oda road block we met we simply opened the windows and smiled sweetly at the officers speaking words of persuasion and love to the officers who would quickly laugh and send us on our way. We got to ado just in time and we settled down at her father’s house where the native marriage was goings to take place. After enough dancing and picking money and all she was married according to native law. <br /><br />Fast forward to Saturday and she was all jittery and we were everywhere; friend so the bride making her up, decorating the car blah blah blah. Then we went to the house we were put up to dress up that was after sending the bride off to get married. With the way chics dressed and made up little wonder we got to the church just as the last set of photographs were taken, we had missed the wedding but we were happy she had gotten married. <br /><br />Ms Ap got married a virgin and that got me thinking, there were still people who enjoyed the good old way of staying chaste till they say i do. We promised to stay that way but well things happen! But it made me really moody and stuff and then i promised myself that even though i couldn’t undisvirgin (today is a new day with strange words) myself, i was going to stay celibate till marriage. So this is saying have a happy and fulfilled life together and may one of the twins be my God son cos i know it’s going to drop soon with the glow i saw the morning after the wedding oh! It’s so on. Happy married life Mr& Mrs De and to all them fine Ekiti brodas well.... who knows.Jayjazzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04609622973197360013noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423608951510195943.post-25056274661493443872009-01-27T04:07:00.000-08:002009-01-27T04:18:55.898-08:00I REMEMBER...I remember the days when i was taken from Lagos and dumped in a secondary school in far away Osun state. It was a crème school my dad said just before he picked up my admission letter. How can a unity school be a crème school, agreed it was a pretty new school but still it was a federal school. I had heard stories of how students especially juniors were beaten in such schools and i wasn’t going to be beaten so i planned to watch my back in school. We had a good “princi” that time so flogging wasn’t allowed but as soon as they changed her we began to see pepper.<br /><br />It started in ss1, the class in high school where u are allowed to braid your hair and your pinafores were exchanged for skirts. We thought we had achieved some level of freedom and audacity, little did we know that our seniors had it coming especially for the newbies that thought they were all, i was in a certain purple house called violet house, with the most evil prefects especially the house captain; Grace A. She was rumoured to have been a man in her previous life, she was Athletic, no seriously athletic, she played all sort of sports that time and she was in the school relay team and all and she was UUUgggglly... Damn! Looked like a man and she was just the one my mum handed me over to in junior 1. <br /> <br />Anyways, it was a hard and fast rule that all ss1 girls would get toilets as their daily morning chores. (Anyone that went to a pro unitate school should agree with me), so the day i was assigned my toilet i wasn’t surprised. We were 4 girls to handle 3 toilets and 3 bathrooms. I quickly chose my T and got a padlock to keep it closed from people who couldn’t control their bowels. One of us want quite lucky cos he toilet door was missing so we all agreed to let students use hers and then we would take turns washing it.<br /><br />Every Saturday morning we had inspection, these was when princi and her cohorts would come into our space and decide if we kept it clean, any complain forthwith would attract severe punishment after inspection. <br /><br />Unfortunately there was no water that period so we had to be extra miserly with water when we were washing and that led our fat /insanely obese Vice principal Admin to say “Can anyone see that smell coming from the toilet” we quickly disagreed saying we only perceived it, which got killer looks from grace A. That meant only one thing. We were in for it. So immediately they left our U-shaped hostel, the four of us were ordered to kneel down very close to each other. <br /><br />Grace told us to pick a partner, i chose a short gal Bunmi, which i am grateful i did, i was beginning to get intrigued but suddenly grace told us to start knocking ourselves and that whoever didn’t knock someone would be in trouble. Just imagine four people scrambling on their knees trying to knock each other’s head and at the same time trying to avoid getting knocked. It was hilarious by considerably painful, after that experience we were extra careful to waste water even when there was none. The next term we were relieved of our toilet duties but as if that wasn’t enough encounter with grace, i had another one memorable one.<br /><br />After lunch was siesta, lunch was tiny, old gal was trying to rush to the dorm before siesta so i could soak before siesta as eating wasn’t allowed at that time. Unfortunately i didn’t make it so the soaking had to wait till after siesta. As i got up rushed to take a shower, it was past 4 and time for prep,i wanted to soak s badly and some ass of a prefect was banging the dorm gate. After 6 bangs, it was lockdown, that day jazzy didn’t send her, i wanted to take my Ijebu garri so bad that i was willing to be locked inside.<br /> I was locked with other gals but suddenly the gate swung open and madam grace was inside the hostel threatening fire and brime to whoever was still in the dorm. I was dressed, carrying my already soaked cup and was rushing out when grace saw me and held me, gave me the worst slap till date and poured the garri on my head, emptied the whole cup that is, and ordered me to leave the dorm. I have not really like garri since then and how could i forget when they finally left and we were seniors. It felt damn good. <br /><br />We had this window that we called “Jumbosco”, actually any window could be called that but it had to have an opening that we could use to get in and out of dorm at odd times. There was always a chair at the entrance to allow us stepping into the dorm, and u can imagine how many jumbosco’s were sealed and many more opened. Or the time that we would cook sumptuous meals in the dorm and when we were caught, my house produced only one spoilt ring boiler, while other houses sold out with tubers of yam, various types of hot plates and of course quick cooks like noodles and rice. <br /><br />Violet house was beaten and we were called cultists for cooperating amongst ourselves, just a day before our WAEC maths paper, we were detained in front of princi’s house for hours. It was fun, pure undiluted fun. Fun that doesn’t come easy these days especially with the stress of Lagos life and work... Still haven’t gotten one yet so if u need to hire a smart fine looking sista, u can reach me. All i want sometimes is to relive some of those experiences, not just the punishment part... sometimes i remember...I really do.Jayjazzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04609622973197360013noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423608951510195943.post-44200634133148618022008-12-31T04:54:00.000-08:002008-12-31T04:59:13.252-08:00Happy nu year<span style="font-weight:bold;">Its been a bit but i just had to drop the happy new year line. things will def get better in 2009. love u guys.A<span style="font-style:italic;"></span></span>Jayjazzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04609622973197360013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423608951510195943.post-30786545255698449532008-09-19T06:09:00.000-07:002008-09-19T06:30:31.470-07:00SHE CAUGHT ME KISSING HIM!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVGrd7V5s3tD-fPa67-IKu9QSwiemjnypYpjSskQjEbl3yygUK5p1R1P3nn-oXLdfhTuHw6avemdk7DnoTIEfdwDIJVS76j7Gy73rVr88D0Y6Nz25COFqw6R_3lceQ4B_4XOHruA8rMbAU/s1600-h/kissing.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVGrd7V5s3tD-fPa67-IKu9QSwiemjnypYpjSskQjEbl3yygUK5p1R1P3nn-oXLdfhTuHw6avemdk7DnoTIEfdwDIJVS76j7Gy73rVr88D0Y6Nz25COFqw6R_3lceQ4B_4XOHruA8rMbAU/s320/kissing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247722450391714050" border="0" /></a>
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I guess we were too young and his dad didn’t want a girl after his hot son!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";" >The comeback: Lad calls me up one day and asks me what i am doing and if we can spend the day together catching up on old times, i agreed and well we met at a fast food place cos it was pouring cats and dogs. After almost 4 hours of reliving what i cal puppy love, i invite him to my place.. Hmm rewind i mean my family house! Now considering the fact that my parents don’t think am of the age where guys should come see me unchaperoned, i did a big disfavour to myself. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";" >We got home, hung out thankfully mini me was home so we were restricted to just gisting but i could see it in his eyes that he wanted more... Then moms came back and she was like who owns the large pair of shoes at the door and i told her to meet him herself. Incidentally she liked him and even commissioned him to help out mini mi with his physics assignment. And that was how he stole my moms heart, mini mi’s mind and well a bit of me. When it was time to leave i felt like going home with him but then i remembered that C would chop off my ears, so as i bade him goodnight he gently took me in his arms and kissed me! Wao! This was the timid teenager that couldn’t even kiss a wall through the time we dated, now he was frenching like crazy! <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";" >We agreed to see 2 days after that and we did, of course at my place and this time, moms came home extra early from work, she made me prepare food for him and she went upstairs. Meanwhile i was tired of struggling for attention with family so i dragged Lad outside and he shocked me by saying he loved me, and that he had never stopped and he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me! Now that was crazy scary. This was someone that i had lost contact with for over 4years although we saw each other at various times but from distances. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style=";font-family:";" >Before i could say much, he kissed me again and well i did kiss back, he was a terrific kisser! Geez i hope that s not cheating on C sha? And we continued lip biting for another 30 something minutes before i heard my name! It was moms looking right over us, catching us red handed, i d never been that embarrassed before but i guess she should realise its time to grow up! Now frenching a man right in my<span style=""> </span>father’s compound has erased the faint memory of my farting once during am interview..... Yeah crazy gist for later..<span style=""> </span>i feel the laziness kicking in again so i ll just say Au revoir <o:p></o:p></span></p> Jayjazzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04609622973197360013noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423608951510195943.post-19670225180983348022008-08-11T06:25:00.000-07:002008-08-11T06:44:37.892-07:00MY COUSIN; MY LOVER<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidHG925z0pv6VmhGPbSWApW0wW0XzWygsCMNxTGHqci3TjuBYC7LTzDH5BJoqTCSekQOudbM5ESJlgKVq8GLV5rSO48oSZRte-idQ3ow12LhjrxQdX2LImoZrafHTryhPrOa_u2sLx0qPI/s1600-h/gossip.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidHG925z0pv6VmhGPbSWApW0wW0XzWygsCMNxTGHqci3TjuBYC7LTzDH5BJoqTCSekQOudbM5ESJlgKVq8GLV5rSO48oSZRte-idQ3ow12LhjrxQdX2LImoZrafHTryhPrOa_u2sLx0qPI/s320/gossip.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233254453879483586" border="0" /></a><br /> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: "Comic Sans MS";">MY COUSIN; MY LOVER<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: "Comic Sans MS";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: "Comic Sans MS";">Hi people, its been a while I blogged, well lets say the weather got the better part of me and even as I seat back and use office time to blog, I have a lump of tissue in my right nostrils stuffed with ROB. Actifed at the other side of my laptop and an empty bottle of Diet coke! So much for the trying to lose weight therapy. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: "Comic Sans MS";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: "Comic Sans MS";">Anyways to the koko of the tori, I have a cousin get married some three weeks ago at the sleepy town of <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Ilesha</st1:place></st1:City> in Osun state. He saw a beautiful Yoruba gal and decided she was the one, anyways my family, extended and invited drove, flew and hurried down to the gals father’s house for<span style=""> </span>the trad wedding the day b4 and the white wedding day after. Unfortunately I was chosen to be a maid of honor and it wasn’t funny considering that I didn’t know the bride too well, I guess it was just as family concerns and all that.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: "Comic Sans MS";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: "Comic Sans MS";">Now since family had come from far and wide, I met up with relatives and cousins that I had either not met or hadn’t seen in ages.<span style=""> </span>Now there were family introducing themselves and I was just running from place to place trying to stick with people I knew, when an uncle called me, he was talking to another aunty and was incidentally asking after my moms. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: "Comic Sans MS";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: "Comic Sans MS";">He asked who I was and when I told him I was Aunty Grace’s daughter; he had his mouth open and called almost everyone s attention to me with what dropped from his alcohol reeking mouth<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: "Comic Sans MS";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: "Comic Sans MS";">“Ha! <st1:city st="on">Ada</st1:City> bu onwo” (This is <st1:place st="on"><st1:city st="on">Ada</st1:City></st1:place> oh!) So you are grace s daughter and you are so fine and big, and he turned to everyone watching and said that he we should all have a family reunion so that he doesn’t see me on the road next time and try and toast me! <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: "Comic Sans MS";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: "Comic Sans MS";">Anyways that was how I was introduced to everyone including a cute cousin. When Collins and I<span style=""> </span>were introduced as cousins, I didn’t notice much of him, especially since, I was searching around for people I knew and my luggage, so it wouldn’t et stolen. But the very next day at the church grounds I noticed that he was in the grooms train 2 (is there anything like grooms train)<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: "Comic Sans MS";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: "Comic Sans MS";">Anyways, the service dragged on forever and by that time, I was the only maid of honor that was bored, the rest were really into the service as if learning the procedure of the ceremony like theirs was next week. I turned back and started gisting with this cute cousin of mine. I found out that he’s a second cousin and well, we sorta bonded. Thru out the recap, we were together till he had to travel back to <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Lagos</st1:place></st1:City>. I didn’t know my moms eyes were on me. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: "Comic Sans MS";">Fast forward to <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Lagos</st1:place></st1:City>, it started with wanting to keep in touch with each other and that was how we started chatting on phone everyday! I mean not less than 4 times a day till date that is. Now everyone calls him my cousin lover. Truth is I love him. Very deeply. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: "Comic Sans MS";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: "Comic Sans MS";">Now don’t get <st1:place st="on"><st1:city st="on">ur</st1:City></st1:place> mouth all running about incest, cos I asked a lot of people and they are not really concerned about how were related cos it’s pretty distant. Come-on! Do you really think I d date my cousin?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: "Comic Sans MS";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: "Comic Sans MS";">I love him like a bro, he s my bestest cousin, we could chat for hours on end and that s all. I have no plans to take anything further and that’s that. Besides he has a gal that he’s serious about and I plan to love her 2. But check I ll be home alone for 2 weeks as the minister is going to visit Director @ Asaba this weekend and he s volunteering to keep me company and go to work from my home. Do y’all thin =k it’s a bad idea, as for me any company is ok oh! What is this, my phone’s ringing and yeah it’s him…… gotta go. 1 love<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: "Comic Sans MS";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: "Comic Sans MS";">Thanks 2 all those that encouraged me on my verge of a break, am back on track and so is my boy!!! I hope!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: "Comic Sans MS";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: "Comic Sans MS";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: "Comic Sans MS";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: "Comic Sans MS";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p>Jayjazzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04609622973197360013noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423608951510195943.post-48704651780958467532008-07-04T08:34:00.000-07:002008-07-04T09:11:54.648-07:00First day @ school<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhflsaysneSI2IrPVv5VWVaVm2ulokpEs7bnq5u9rOfyH2GMPT5yh3wxi9BAJMVhGQOYMIxVndd0yCtv2yQQMwHC9aASKShPyaW9XYWCOAtU5pApc5feSWSluFqODp8w4vzaVhNU-lOHNnK/s1600-h/Woman+and+suitcase.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219192176972585666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhflsaysneSI2IrPVv5VWVaVm2ulokpEs7bnq5u9rOfyH2GMPT5yh3wxi9BAJMVhGQOYMIxVndd0yCtv2yQQMwHC9aASKShPyaW9XYWCOAtU5pApc5feSWSluFqODp8w4vzaVhNU-lOHNnK/s320/Woman+and+suitcase.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Hiya people, its been a while, but first happy new month and many things, well let see what can we blog about, ok seat back......<br /><br />She walks in innocently dragging her box of clothes with her moms in tow and an uncle who accompained them driving rickety peugeout 504, one that looked like it barely made it out of the civil war in naija, she promised never to enter that car again, anyways she didnt have a choice, her father a Director in an apex bank was too busy to bring her down and so he assigned his younger brother who looked like diabetes had taken the best part of his life and her mon, sweet mom.<br /><br />Stepping into the potter's lodge at the university, she was met with gazes of possibly returning students , hugging friends and obviously new students who clutched their bags and spoke tru their noises, everyone wanted to claim aje bota ater all it was a private university. She quickly took a deep breathe and headed for the potter without wasting time, He assigned her a make shift room for the night as her fees had not been paid.<br /><br />There and then frienships and bonds that that till today have lasted the test of time were formed, a thin swrany looking girl, an almost baby fat girl, 2 sisters and another slept in that room. The first step of friendship was extended when they all had to bath that night after their long trips from everywhere, lagos, Warri, PH. It was a lucky day as one of them was almost beaten by a snake, what a welcome u know.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>And today as i seat in my office years after am grateful for life, for love, for friendship and that the snake didnt bite me. My love to my friends the ones i spent 4 years loving, hating reading and fighting with, Nimota, Kemi, Yemi, Helen, i love u guys. What a wonderful life my first day at school, Does anyone feel nostalgic about their own first day. u could share u rs u know. Am waiting. Catch ya people.</div>Jayjazzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04609622973197360013noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423608951510195943.post-55007111247964933462008-06-25T05:48:00.000-07:002008-06-25T08:13:24.800-07:00Pictures you wont forget<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: "Comic Sans MS";">Yello, peeps hope u ve been having a splendid week so far, might hasn’t been too off the mark, ve been crazy busy at work, Trust me working in a social and media marketing and networking coy isn’t small play, yeah its fun sometimes especially when u re in content and all but all together its crazy work. Its basically social networking like face book only its a Nigerian concept, its called <a href="http://www.legwork.com.ng/">Legwork</a>.<br /><br />Anyways so i was sitting at my desk designing the newsletter when i came across some crazy pictures that almost made me fall from my seat and i said i d be damned if i don't share this with everyone so have fun laughing and do say what you think.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzYbXMB8BXhb1h1QRbX09LqEKtVyNncNvZtnmQSARpI12LPAtTdaMQJnKVPOpB0Mzvigm9C3ctbJpNkfp9oTgwYuX7-yjZooVQM9kqVcJsjj2DE4Vk8E9MdJYWwwuz-ZbdQYzw7V1YqJix/s1600-h/image002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzYbXMB8BXhb1h1QRbX09LqEKtVyNncNvZtnmQSARpI12LPAtTdaMQJnKVPOpB0Mzvigm9C3ctbJpNkfp9oTgwYuX7-yjZooVQM9kqVcJsjj2DE4Vk8E9MdJYWwwuz-ZbdQYzw7V1YqJix/s320/image002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215833463479086562" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Wait for you turn boys<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7W64GC01LmYMviyeYSUg3h-lxDKM4SoC8rL0m79tXye6JI6XD-Za2jMvPfu7n7_k0Z8p6JhUK94SC2s6X6koxWceGIpMebX9AMNbWvzcvxnh1aGJgarDzl6lOW5Qg1R7C3Pk92EbU1Soh/s1600-h/image005.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7W64GC01LmYMviyeYSUg3h-lxDKM4SoC8rL0m79tXye6JI6XD-Za2jMvPfu7n7_k0Z8p6JhUK94SC2s6X6koxWceGIpMebX9AMNbWvzcvxnh1aGJgarDzl6lOW5Qg1R7C3Pk92EbU1Soh/s320/image005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215833469842788274" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Cute baby<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgdJ9ZS5IGm_H0K15yQEBVgqPvMAeeSU99uRd-xd3g9O1wPxOUlmXGIK6MDhEWDWYE6XK_Z8YZYmbZ7Wg3x3senggv3SqFvIU8bGFOmGbny8vm-yHKWIqwCFJnlfvp9nqLtXDu3ok8aijn/s1600-h/image007.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgdJ9ZS5IGm_H0K15yQEBVgqPvMAeeSU99uRd-xd3g9O1wPxOUlmXGIK6MDhEWDWYE6XK_Z8YZYmbZ7Wg3x3senggv3SqFvIU8bGFOmGbny8vm-yHKWIqwCFJnlfvp9nqLtXDu3ok8aijn/s320/image007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215833469420717090" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Hmmmm.....<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGYceGD7UhApPuDbfpBbFWxk_aunYbVcG7meGRkqUEEfsYwzeHHzVNVnE_XdPJ5KQDRuHPrxzP9Yz0LGDOsb1LWsSsAwbv3llH0b69AlTP4VEuSQVqJMocesOi_bNP-s3JhMLWIouC-2db/s1600-h/Cut+her+hair.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGYceGD7UhApPuDbfpBbFWxk_aunYbVcG7meGRkqUEEfsYwzeHHzVNVnE_XdPJ5KQDRuHPrxzP9Yz0LGDOsb1LWsSsAwbv3llH0b69AlTP4VEuSQVqJMocesOi_bNP-s3JhMLWIouC-2db/s320/Cut+her+hair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215833467216282114" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Dont do it please.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBasDpI1bbpvrxArvuP-rYW56ihnw1XNGQ6ahkkjpDgu0pY5Q_XBGNyzID7gV-ee_a5VvfeArhYhBu1FbmSat4NXwEoZXW_6E5rXu36BXiCDMoE2bCE71IN7UJ9cmBHHTe7-MjWl40pt_9/s1600-h/image011.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBasDpI1bbpvrxArvuP-rYW56ihnw1XNGQ6ahkkjpDgu0pY5Q_XBGNyzID7gV-ee_a5VvfeArhYhBu1FbmSat4NXwEoZXW_6E5rXu36BXiCDMoE2bCE71IN7UJ9cmBHHTe7-MjWl40pt_9/s320/image011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215833472026529682" border="0" /></a><br /> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11;" > <o:p></o:p></span></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Ha!!!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2r18bWHrq29jg3TrqNixGJG43mtMbwCk5oofyMDCUuLvT7yS2dvInmkKLyoj6GADYzDvJng2rWymVeHVnd_jx2cNPfGF9nwxTemmRc7bW_NqAezb7b4is9pBeeLHh5WrQChmf4vdioLgR/s1600-h/image003.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2r18bWHrq29jg3TrqNixGJG43mtMbwCk5oofyMDCUuLvT7yS2dvInmkKLyoj6GADYzDvJng2rWymVeHVnd_jx2cNPfGF9nwxTemmRc7bW_NqAezb7b4is9pBeeLHh5WrQChmf4vdioLgR/s320/image003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215831439114501170" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Am wearing my pants....Lol<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjycY25fgfqPr6OZgVQvU5rRkTeq7g6Fxy_9rq7s2KqhgHKKbPIwOwLi9ps_34B0JnknCs0QxWWa-Qqb3oXlBk5goYnwZP7uFwfjVW2myKjVz-BVZDXl26QybMprh0O4SLNEPtbX2znZlG/s1600-h/image006.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjycY25fgfqPr6OZgVQvU5rRkTeq7g6Fxy_9rq7s2KqhgHKKbPIwOwLi9ps_34B0JnknCs0QxWWa-Qqb3oXlBk5goYnwZP7uFwfjVW2myKjVz-BVZDXl26QybMprh0O4SLNEPtbX2znZlG/s320/image006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215831446353897794" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />No disturbance please am reading<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw24GW4HfjO8SdhegGTQEWIV5X7HJxCK9VSHLqkpdnXf00b5IXyjcc1ZMQgzF03RShRlVQDTg_N7B9ZiwQDFmF2wj__a6D0nMiJRMRqP7RfsIbc4PLfk0RNGrJmHGH-sp_Fpvhz2rUYt6i/s1600-h/image009.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw24GW4HfjO8SdhegGTQEWIV5X7HJxCK9VSHLqkpdnXf00b5IXyjcc1ZMQgzF03RShRlVQDTg_N7B9ZiwQDFmF2wj__a6D0nMiJRMRqP7RfsIbc4PLfk0RNGrJmHGH-sp_Fpvhz2rUYt6i/s320/image009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215831449403373778" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Boil me ... Hmm very portable<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> American Baby Idol<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbr7t-IAjG_2MKKYNFT4a0BMjb7hJq0-KdVPKzBAPt4zsJIwSSXlkn4VGQ5OMZuwQpHzP5l1ELwpSrwdyfAevK0IwCaOgZiu2BI6ja7JtQZQlg8_3QESaXM8BqkQK_wHQp5aSBfn_THvOG/s1600-h/image012.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbr7t-IAjG_2MKKYNFT4a0BMjb7hJq0-KdVPKzBAPt4zsJIwSSXlkn4VGQ5OMZuwQpHzP5l1ELwpSrwdyfAevK0IwCaOgZiu2BI6ja7JtQZQlg8_3QESaXM8BqkQK_wHQp5aSBfn_THvOG/s320/image012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215831452512524530" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:";font-size:10;" ><br /></span><span style=";font-family:";font-size:10;" ></span><br /><span style=";font-family:";font-size:10;" ><br /></span>Jayjazzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04609622973197360013noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423608951510195943.post-8328215462988573582008-06-16T07:44:00.000-07:002008-06-16T08:44:14.543-07:00Deception<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkNHub8jlvB72xH_YzUenGrAJ25NBSSnXZRcli5n6o7iMQpJFCvjPeoOvL4aHo_TWTDAMo9lITLUuaS8rDSyfQ3mDTb6S7M4q-9L__pNt-SjCLfvTxnYXwhkwm8BLdgVIiqjlYY7qlTanv/s1600-h/Deception.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkNHub8jlvB72xH_YzUenGrAJ25NBSSnXZRcli5n6o7iMQpJFCvjPeoOvL4aHo_TWTDAMo9lITLUuaS8rDSyfQ3mDTb6S7M4q-9L__pNt-SjCLfvTxnYXwhkwm8BLdgVIiqjlYY7qlTanv/s320/Deception.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212504216554726162" border="0" /></a><br /> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: "Comic Sans MS";">Hi blogsville people, <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: "Comic Sans MS";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: "Comic Sans MS";">Being itching to come here and talk but work has taken the greater part of my life ds days, so today it’s not like there s nothing to do, tanks to my server that is down, I am free to gist, till it gets fixed. Now why exactly do you think married men pursue single gals? That’s a question I ve begun to ask my self, they are married aren’t they and no one held a gun to their asses to get married so why are they never content. Or is it the strange act of succeeding in deception that dis guys love. Could it be the joy of conquering a new conquest?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: "Comic Sans MS";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: "Comic Sans MS";">I ve been thinking about this for a very long time becos recently yours truly has for a while now acquired a married man who constantly<span style=""> </span>breaths down my neck, promising heaven and more heavens, and the funny part is that, this<span style=""> </span>man is so smooth that he makes the toasting of a young man sound like a joke. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: "Comic Sans MS";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: "Comic Sans MS";">It started one cool afternoon at Anthony village in lag, when I was walking on the road with a gal friend to get to an ATM, because of the long weekend coming I had to get money to spend, we were as usually gisting about improving our careers and when we would start our MBA s when this Passat a 2008/7 model drives up and stops by us, funny I just saw the car pass by a minute ago, so the driver had probably seen something fascinating and revised. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: "Comic Sans MS";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: "Comic Sans MS";">Quickly I entered shut up mode and the dude winds down his glass and goes like <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: "Comic Sans MS";">Hi, I know you from somewhere don’t I? In my mind <span style="color: purple;">(ol skool pickup lines)<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: "Comic Sans MS";">My friend and I exchange looks and I go like Nope, ok the kind gentleman offers us a ride to the GTB bank in Anthony, I refused, but in a quick flash I felt my friend drag me into the car, and we left. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: "Comic Sans MS";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: "Comic Sans MS";">This guy kept questioning me like he knew me from somewhere was going on about, me being a doctor, in my head am going when did I do 6 years in school plus house job and didn’t know it. If a man I barely know is claiming that am a doctor, then so be it. After all the long talk sha, old man begins to toast me, totally ignoring my friend. Ha All ds was like in 7 mins oh, he asked to take me out to dinner, and I totally refused, a man with a golden band running his mouth anyhow. <br /> <!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--><br /> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: "Comic Sans MS";">Ok, he asks for my number, my anxious friend quickly gives it to him, telling me later we could chop from the guy. I quickly reminded her of my first encounter with a married man, where his wife wanted to embrace me (another gist for anoda day) but she went like if the guy messes up, u step back.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: "Comic Sans MS";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: "Comic Sans MS";">The guy has simply not failed to disturb moi, as he calls me every time pleading “jay, lets do this, pls see me, pls do this and that with me and I have refused to do all, now this is someone that is a personal friend to Ex presido baba Ota, and rubs shoulders with strong men in Naija, so what wld he be wanting with me. <span style=""> </span>Plain cute moi ( no hype) <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: "Comic Sans MS";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: "Comic Sans MS";">Now his music has changed, he wants to impress me badly, dare I say that if he wasn’t married I would have been tempted but this man, shamefully wants to thrill me , he calls me up on day and goes like “ baby, pls I ve begged you, I want you as a friend cant you see”, You know you would be stupid to think that I don’t want you in my bed but if friendship means more to us then, I ll forget abt that side” and am like dude what do u think, that I am a 2 year old. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: "Comic Sans MS";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: "Comic Sans MS";">Even if I was dat young I wouldn’t be foolish to fool around such. So he says he s giving me a blank Cheque, what ever I want I should tell him, a trip to France or Dubai for shopping anything I wanted, just dat I d have to give him 2 weeks notice, maybe to lie to<span style=""> </span>his pharmacist wife and 3 lovely kids. To say the truth, I was impressed but definitely not to the state of loosing my sanity. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: "Comic Sans MS";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: "Comic Sans MS";">So am wondering, when they ever give up, why don’t they ever, maybe till they win the battle, as for Andy this one he aint winning…….</span></p><br />Pic from randyubong.<br /> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11;" > <o:p></o:p></span></p>Jayjazzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04609622973197360013noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423608951510195943.post-6547234208685438882008-06-06T05:46:00.000-07:002008-06-06T08:21:42.557-07:00I hereby tag miself+ Princessa s private Uni talk.1. link the person(s) who tagged you…<br /><a href="http://misstairebabs.blogspot.com/"></a>2. Mention the rules on your blog<br />3. Tell about 6 unspectacular quirks of yours...<br />4. Tag 6 following bloggers by linking them…<br />5. Leave a comment on each of the tagged blogger’s blogs letting them know they’ve been tagged...<br /><br />Well, i guess almost everyone on blogsville has gotten tagged except me, but i guess am the new kid on the bloc yeah so i tag my self, <a href="http://www.jayjazzy.blogspot.com/">Jayjazzy</a>.<br /><br /><em>6 Quirks</em><br /><em>I guess am pretty strange cos i like to do the stuff dat no one really likes, i love to slice onions, believe it or not, i could take it up as a profession and as much as it brings tears to my eyes, i still love doing it.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Laying beds is something i love love really love doing, dnt know why but i could puke at the sight of an unlaid bed. strangely i may own a bed and breakfast in the nearest future, you neva know</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>I ve always had a dream to open a kissing school, yes, u read right, a highbrow place with a big sign board saying THE KISSING SKOOL. Where peeps that dont know how to ravish their partners by kissing em cld come and learn. Dat dream might still be a reality so watch out 4 me. </em><br /><em></em><br /><em>i dont chew my rice and i chew my solid food</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>well am outta ideas and since everyone, has virtually been tagged, i ll just tag Duchess, yes she s a nu kid areound the bloc 2. </em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Yeah, i read princesa s blog about E don break convenant and instead of replying a comment, i just wanted to comment on my own blog, first i went 2 a private university, second i read mass communication. That said, the use of private universities my dear cannot be over emphasized . Am not going to be bias here simply becos i was onec a student there, but am goin go say that some of them over do it, like the cell phone issue or the not sleeping out of school, but the kids they suspended in this schools were obviously given prospectuses to read, stating the rules of the school, it is easier to say no , i wont send my child to such school than when it happens you blame private universities</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>These universities have saved a lot of people from staying at home unnecessarily, irrespective of the bills that they incure, let me give an example of my school, we didnt learn advertising as a major but it was taught, now i got my advertsing experience from my first industrial attachment and havent looked back till now that i want 2 start an MBA, so i say that not all private schools are a waste of time and money.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>On a lighter less controversial note, i think i am in love or in like if i may use, with someone who i am not dating, now dont get me wrong, its pure chemistry, but do i give up what i ve had 4 so long in a bid 2 answer chemistry or do i let my soul mate (if he is really) pass me by. </em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Yeah i think ve gotta go happy weekend everyone. </em>Jayjazzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04609622973197360013noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423608951510195943.post-26171437158818603572008-05-26T08:18:00.000-07:002008-05-26T08:27:32.447-07:00Behind iron doors<span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">so, i feel a little jobless and actually overwhelmed that am finally on blogger and why it has taken this long to do this, but thankfully am here, so while am at it i d like to share a little something am writing and tell me how it goes, ok i titled it behind iron doors<br /></span></span></span><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; color: blue;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><u><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; color: blue;">BEHIND IRON WALLS<o:p></o:p></span></u></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><u><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; color: blue;"><o:p><span style="text-decoration: none;"> </span></o:p></span></u></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; color: blue;">Sheila Young<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; color: blue;">Clang! That was the sound that hit me finally, when I got into the black Maria, its true, I started to panic, hitting the door of the truck with all my might and screaming so loud my spleen wanted to burst. “Let me out of here, I am innocent”, just then the BM coughed and started its journey to the unknown, I continued screaming till I heard a very low voice go “Oh shut up woman”, I looked down and for the first time I noticed a lean woman with swollen eyes, with me in the truck, she was just convicted of killing her husband because he tried to rape her daughter from her first lover, her trial was just before mine.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; color: blue;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; color: blue;">That journey I tried to reconcile was the first step of my misery and funny my freedom, as the BM drove unsteadily out of the Ikeja high court, I couldn’t help but sit down on the bare brown bench darkened with age and stare, I wasn’t really guilty, this wasn’t happening, how could this happen to me, this and many other things flooded my mind as I hear the judge go 2 years in prison. Funny I should be grateful, its two years with the kind of lawyers I have I could appeal and have my sentence short after all, I didn’t do anything, I was only set up , at least that’s what I know. Suddenly the Black Maria spurted and stopped, I looked outside through the tiny spaces that the truck had, so tiny a two month old s fingers couldn’t pass through and we were in a strange place actually surrounded by bush. And the next thing I heard was the drivers’ door slam shut.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; color: blue;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; color: blue;">I heard keys and the next minute, bright sunlight mixed with the smell of sand just after a drizzle hit me, ha, the truck was open what next, before I could think of saying something a rough hand of the escort police man grabbed me, I stiffened and screamed, and for the first time in my life I was scared.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; color: blue;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; color: blue;">Gerra outtt! Before I pull your teeth, stupid gal, bellowed the officer, I shivered and simply obeyed, sitting just in a small tent outside the bush were 4 men, four rough looking men, I couldn’t believe this, I thought we were been taken to some jail or the other but here we were in the middle of no where except bush.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; color: blue;">I started shouting, Oh my lord, save me save me, when one of the men spoke in clear Yoruba “Ha, Omo yi fine gan ni, emi ni ma koko de be. (This girl is fine, I will go first with her), then and there I knew that I was in trouble, was this not the truck that was supposed to take me to kirikiri or some other maximum prison. Before I knew it I was pushed to the ground, and hands went roughly around me pinning me to the floor, I screamed heavily, but the man on top of me was much stronger, he tore my dress with a serious smirk on his face and said in pidgin this time ‘I wan do you strong thing, you fine no be small, so if you cooperate, you no go enter prison, I go make you my alaye mama for here”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; color: blue;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; color: blue;">God forbid, I prefer to go to jail, I whispered, Ehn so that na your way!, he then put his cigar stained lips on mine and all I could feel was disgust and pain as he was leaning heavily on me, then he tore my skirt and hurriedly pulled down his pants, revealing nothing but him in his full glory, Stella swallowed quickly , as his 9 inches neared<span style=""> </span>her thin frame, this was it, ha I am finished, I thought as I tried to reason with him, Oga please I can give you anything you want, money, more money, anything pls don’t do this.<span style=""> </span>Ok I have a condom in my pocket, pls take it and use, that elicited the most wicked laughter I had ever heard as he said in a loud tone, see this mumu oh, she say make I protect my self’. All his boys started laughing meanwhile out of the corner of my eye, I could see the police escort and the driver dealing helplessly with the lean woman, she didn’t even blink an eye as the police man, dripping with sweat and with only the top of his uniform was pumping in and out of her, in quick succession, my mind was thinking but I was weak, Stella isn’t weak, no no, as I still struggled, I felt one hand on my left breast and I screamed, quickly my captor lowered himself and his full 9 and pierced inside my body, my ear piercing scream was all I could hear before I felt a hand tap me and then I woke up with a<span style=""> </span>start, hmmmmmmm, where was I, shit I, Stella young fell asleep in literature class, my goodness, all I could see were my classmates looking at me and laughing because I had slept all thru<span style=""> </span>the class and was screaming half way and they let me continue. How bad could that be, I was so relieved, it was a dream , yes, But just as I packed my books, I saw 3 men dressed in police uniform advance towards my class, as everyone started getting scared, they see the lecturer in private and then he lifts up his head, Stella! Any Stella young in this class, all heads turned to me the sleeper, and an officer steps forward……….please ms Stella come with us.<o:p></o:p></span></p>Jayjazzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04609622973197360013noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423608951510195943.post-50406283270404732992008-05-26T07:18:00.000-07:002008-05-26T08:12:25.193-07:00Am Home! roll out the drums<span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"><span style="font-family: arial;">Hi ya, guess this is where i should have been a long time ago but have been stalling, am home yeah, c'est moi has got to introduce herself since am supposed to be the new kid on the bloc and i promise to try to try to update as regularly as possible.<br />Me name, a couple of friends call me jazzy, but i kinda love jay, so i ve been reading a lot of peeps blogs here and am loving it truthfully, i am an ardent reader of Bimbylad, Tonipayne, Fineboy( he had to leave as i was entering too bad), simple gal, Original Mbeke, Nigeriadramaqueen and am loving all dat they say. so please am asking to be tagged too. tanks.<br /><br />I am a boring chic sometimes but i have my happy eventful times, ok lets say that am supposed to be reading, because am really supposed to, ve got my Lagos Business school MBA entrance exams on saturday the 31st but instead yours truly sneaked out with a family friend one evening during last weekend to a club on the island, take it from me, i if u did sneak out from a security tight house like mine, o try gan oh! If i may let me bore u with a little family history, my father ha Strong Christian, so also is my moms so visiting a club was out of the question 4 them, talk less of seeing me outside the house after 7.<br />This makes me remember the day i traveled to Ibadan to do some marketing work for the company am attached to against their request, when i got home i found my palle and malle, outside the prison like wall called a fence waiting for me,as soon as the cab that dropped me, pulled away i heard a mighty voice<br />pops; Yes! where are u coming from<br />me: Dad, we were asked to wait at the office for those that traveled to come back<br />Pops: So why didn't you call someone or why were u not picking your phone<br /><br />me, in my already planned speech told pops of how i entered am armed robbery bus, well it was kinda true but u know how we add fisi to our gist, that how i told my fada that they brought out guns and threatened to blow our brains, quickly the man rushed me inside, wishing thankful prayers, in my mind i was like, if this man really knew, i traveled with them and still entered a bus that was filled with theives not armed robbers he ll really throw me to them.<br /><br />Anyways i was on about the club thing, as we entered 3rd mainland bridge at about 11pm na so my padie car just coughed and stopped, there and then i started firing prayers, me wey dey go club ke!<br />How could the car do this, with the numerous stories i ve heard about thief(s) on the bridge at nite, fastly i told my friend philp to start pumping the engine.<br /><br />My goodness, the first time it refused, we tried oh by then just very few cars were breezing bye, they get mind stop Nah! no one wants a broken head, anyways finally on the third trial the thing just started and my friend said it was probably the bad fuel we brought from the gas station(i wil not name names) just before we left.<br />Rubbing my two hands in thanksgiving we quickly moved and it just got me thinking about the month i spent in jand just after my senior waec, where me and my elder bro almost entered police wahala wen he was driving just a little drunk, chei, we just went to hang out at Piccadilly with a couple of friend so, na so my brother begin dey shack, am like jazzy snr where u bring this shack come from, cos i no want police wahala, he just laughed and shook it off, ok now as we set home that was how my bro started speeding anyhow, i warned him oh say naija police go collect bribe ds one go tear u paper and my bro didn't listen, ok wen they eventually stopped us i had to muster all the sweetness and a call to my uncle who works with the MET police to help out.<br /><br />Did i say that am suffering from an eating disorder, ok well i am , i love to eat dat only means one thing i am tres fat. not too worry not the love handles fat, just big , big bones, n fat. so i am planning a major dieting spree, tanks to my skinny sista, i look like ds a famine in my family and am the cause.<br /><br />On a lighter and sadder note, naija just lost one of its special, Evangelist sunny Okosun, R.I.P sir, i ve gotta go now but tomorrow or wen next i can reach ds i ll tell u a whole lot of my experiences in my ex school the so called rich mans pickin Christian private university. For now catch ya i ve gotta work ds months or salaries are supposed to increase. catch ya<br /></span></span>Jayjazzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04609622973197360013noreply@blogger.com3