Friday, 6 December 2013

The Beautiful, the Past and the Future

This is a beautiful piece of work written by my friend, Jerry about confessions or his account on different women in his life. Said women are anonymous so it could be about you or not :P. It's an interesting read, maybe your story may be in it ;). I feel soo honoured that he's letting me 'publish' his work on my blog. Enjoy reading it as much as I did xxx


VOLUME 1A CHAPTER 1
1

As a child i probably knew nothing about emotions, love and commitment but con- cerning you i know i felt something. I remember the day your head got stuck in a burglar proof in our house, i laughed as a child but i still felt your pain when you cried and called out for your mother.
We grew older, you became more beautiful and now i got more sure about what i was feeling for you. Your dad moved from the City we grew in and so did you and the rest of your family- i felt broken but i knew it was a phase we all had to go through in life (change is inevitable). I remember i asked you out on time via email (i was always at the internet cafe then) and you said NOooo (in this same wise and font) but i never gave up. I called you one time (via Econet with my Mums Nokia 3310) and you told me in this same words “Please Leave me alone, stop being a pest to my life”. I just let you be and i remember you were the first person that called my number when i lost my mum in 2006 (i was so happy even though i was sad at the same time). Now we are even more older and all these things are just stories from the past and we have grown to become close friends. Now i however can not write about the future because it hasn’t come yet, so i’ll just say - The story continues...........

2
You were probably the SMALLEST person i’ve ever seen and not disregarding the fact that i was pretty small too as a child. You had a black dress on, with a white collar on it and a red ribbon which you used to tie your hair (weird - but i know you won’t remember). We played all day in the sand cause thats what kids during our days did. Your Mum came to the Town where i lived to launch her album which was in our native language (marghi) and i remember it was a huge success - the Venue was just opposite St. Patricks Catholic Church.
I saw you again at the wedding of one of your Uncles in the Village , you had no ear piercings but you were very much beautiful (i wondered how considering the fact that all the girls i know had piercings). You’ve graduated now and you came to Abuja - we’ve been keeping in touch on twitter and i finally got to meet you again after so many years. You had someone you were dating you told me (i didn’t even know what to think of that). The second time you came to Abuja we went to the Cinema and we saw “Dark Knight” together and after that i got to meet the guy you were dating, you were so happy when you saw him and i was happy for you too. I remember you cried in front of me once and i didn’t like that fact one bit cause i knew it was cause of a guy or so, but i do believe you are old enough to make your choices. I remember you sent me a Voice note of a rehears- als you were doing one time with your younger brother and till now i still have it and listen to it once in a while just to listen to your beautiful voice. We still chat and talk sometimes and so i’ll say - The Story goes on .........

3
I really don’t have much to say about you. You were the first girl i ever dated and i can’t say it ended so well- hence i’ll avoid trying to bring back any memories. I believe and hope you are doing alright now (i heard you’re dating someone now), we haven’t spoken in months and i’m doing very fine......you do have a unique walk i always teased you about though- THE END

4
I saw you in school one day, you were walking out of a class. I had that WOW look on my face (ok - i’m not the one to just stop a female and start a conversation so i just let you pass and walk by) , i never saw you again until are 3years. We met again on twitter (after i googled your name which i found out at some point while still searching to see you). You didn’t know me but i probably knew almost every- thing about you (heard some good, some not - which didn’t stop me). We started chatting on Twitter Via Direct Messages and i asked for your number which you gave me at some point.
I was out of the Country for Christmas with my family and you said you’d be traveling to the village for Christmas and your number hasn’t been going through

since i got it. I remember calling you on New years day 2013, we later met in class where you were studying in school after the Christmas break and i gave you a mes- sage in a brown envelop (which contained some earrings i got for you when i trav- elled for Christmas). We started hanging out and i went to your place where you lived with your younger sister and your cousins, i remember you cooked like all the time and i can’t remember a single day i left your place hungry. I got you a shoe you said you liked one time and also a gown or so. You had challenges with your previous relationship and i was always there to help you go through each day. I later asked you out at some point but you said no “it just wasn’t possible” and i still wouldn’t give up. I asked 2 or 3 more times but you still said No. You found some- one else and i just had to let you be. We don’t talk anymore - I’m doing fine and i hope you are too.

5
You are i’ll say one of the most intelligent females i have met in this life till date. You helped me a lot with my first relationship despite the time, hour or means which i contacted you with and you’d reply always with answers that got straight to the heart. First time i saw you it was a December Christmas break in Maiduguri and you haven’t even ever met me but the first thing you said was “So you’ll take us out and buy us shawarma ko?” - i was just speechless. Then again i saw you another Christmas season in Uba and the third time was in the U.K (London to be precise). I followed my dad for a short trip and i asked if you and your cousin were in London but your cousin couldn’t make it cause she was writ- ing exams at that time. We went to see one of your Uncles at his office or so and we later went to a restaurant (Chinese or Indonesian i think, i knew it was an Asian restaurant though). I went through the menu and i said i wasn’t going to eat a single thing here but you said “You just have to try something new” and i did. The food was spicy and some part had honey in it (weird). After that we went to a Bank where you deposited some money using the ATM, i remember you were a little bit confused and one of the Bank workers came out to help you with the de- posit, as you did that i went to HMV to get some DVDs and New albums i was looking for too.
We later went to the Cinema where we watched FAST FIVE (RIP Paul Walker) and you said it actually wasn’t your first time of seeing the movie but i noticed you were pretty much excited anytime Vin Diesel appeared on the screen (i remember you tweeting “Vin Diesel can get it” that evening). It was a day well spent - we still chat and talk once in a while, i have your Blog site saved as Bookmark and Favor- ite too (i’m a huge fan) and with this i’ll say ......the Story Continues 

By Jerry Obed
Twitter: @jerryowad

Wednesday, 4 December 2013

Marry Me


marry me.
let’s spend our week nights eating cereal on the floor
when there is a perfectly fine table behind us.
we can go to the movies and sit in the back row
just to make out like kids falling in love for the first time.
marry me.
we’ll paint the rooms of our house
and get more paint on us than the walls.
we can hold hands and go to parties we end up
ditching to drink wine out of the bottle in the bathtub.
marry me.
and slow dance with me in our bedroom
with an unmade bed and candles on the nightstand.
let me love you forever.
marry me.

This post is dedicated to my lovely friend, Sady who is getting hitched in a couple of days. I pray marriage is everything that you hope for and more. Can't wait to turn up for your wedding!

DISCLAIMER: Photo from Bella Naija, Poem from Tumblr

Monday, 2 December 2013

Ad Audebit Diversae


For years now women have been revolting on the stereotypes laid out by society on how we should dress. We cut our skirts shorter, we showed more flesh, we brought back history, we defied history, we've done it all while we're still waiting for the men to catch up.

So of course we always welcome fashion brands that feed this impulse desire to keep changing and defying society's expectations; if they still expect that is. It's with great pleasure that I introduce Diversus which literally means Different in Latin. The key concept is dare to be different, Ad Audebit Diversae. 


If you know Amirah Waziri personally, you would be impressed that despite all she's accomplished and still is, she's added fashion to her life skills. The A/W '13 collection made its debut recently with strong silhouettes, dark and neutral colours, and a mixture of elegance and androgynous in one. I had the opportunity to skype with Amirah, because of course everything is digital now and it was convenient for both of us considering our location differences and she had a lot to say about the brand. 


So our Skype interview started and Amirah is all smiles, she's wearing a Boy London sweatshirt and her hair is up in a bun. She's just come back from her class Talking about her new baby, Diversus had her grinning from ear to ear and she had a lot to say

Despite the overpopulation in the fashion industry, Amirah believes that anyone can call themselves an artist but those with the dope shit would stand out.

On how Diversus was born: Amirah always had a niche for fashion design but never told anyone for fear of how they would react. But after completing her Maths and Physics foundation course, she found herself depressed and all she wanted to do was draw. And she found solace in that and finally summoned the bravery to make her designing dreams a reality. Moreover, she doesn't believe that there are enough unorthodox designers in Abuja, Nigeria that's why she went in that direction.

What to expect from the brand: Soo many unorthodox things. For someone who loves living on the cutting edge of things, she wants to express her awesomeness through her art. "Diversus is all about being subtle and bold at the same time"

Top celebrities and models she would love to see in her clothes are Kate Moss, Miley Cyrus, Naya Rivera, J Cole and Nas, who she is helplessly in love with. By now she bursts out laughing at her confession, which is adorably cute. But if she had to pick a face for her brand it would be Kate Moss.

Her target audience is not Nigerians. At least not limited to them, She wants to be internationally known and someday own a store on Sloane Street.

She draws her inspiration from her emotions, her surroundings, sometimes just from the basic things and other times from amazing designers like Rick Owen, Calvin Klein, MaxMara. These designers inspire her because they do so much from so little. 

Amirah is having an upcoming event to debut her collection on Saturday, December 7th 2013 at Doll House, London. There's going to be some special appearances there and everyone is welcome, so please attend if you're free. School closes this weekend, you don't have any excuse.

She also has a fashion film campaign that she's premiering at the Event which she couldn't have done without Machar Laushi and Fauzy Wadada, who she says "working with (them) has been soo bliss and they are so open minded, sincere and creative. Shout out to you two". And of course special thanks to her sister, Habibah Waziri who has been like her second mum and backbone and supported her through everything and of course her mummy, who has also been soo supportive and whose money she couldn't have done this without (again she bursts out laughing). 

One more important fact, Amirah is just 18 and she confessed that this is the scariest thing she's ever done. But you know what they say

"If your dreams don't scare you, they aren't big enough"

 Check out the full collection at http://www.diversusclothing.com/ and make sure you come for the Launch party. Tell a friend to tell a friend...

Spreading the Christmas Cheer


Happy December everyone. It's almost the end of the year, we are blessed to still be here. So many lives lost this year and yet here we are. I'm really grateful. To the souls we lost, may they rest in peace. To the new additions, welcome to the world.

Oh wells, December is probably my favourite month, soo many weddings and the festivity. I love it all! And so in the spirit of christmas I've decided to dedicate this whole month to Random Acts of Kindness (RAK). Christmas shouldn't only be about the gifts under the tree or our 'christmas clothes' or the snow. It should be about the message as well, the message of love. There are a whole lot of people out there who don't feel loved, imagine if we all decided to commit a random act of kindness to a total stranger or even someone we know. And not just this month but every day. The world would be a much better place to live in. But one step at a time. So this month, for everyday till we enter the new year I'm going to try my best to commit a random act. I hope you all can join in to.

I started today. I had a late breakfast, and when I walked into the kitchen I stumbled across the lady who cleans the flat. Halfway through she took her lunch break, all that was left was for her to vacuum the dining area. So I did it for her, Ayman who was in the kitchen with me went "are you serious?", she hasn't seen it yet and I don't expect a thank you. But three times every week she cleans the flat without complain, always smiling and cheerful at her job. It's the least I could have done for her. You don't have to go and start completing the tasks of everyone but you can do something they least expect and if everyday is too much of challenge for you then you can try 

12 RAK for each day of Christmas
4 RAK for each week in December
A set number of RAK; 10, 20....

Good luck everyone. Let's spread love and the christmas message; Christian or not. Being kind is not limited to any religion.

"If we teach love, only love, every heart would open up
If we give love and only love, life would be much easier
If we teach love and only love, we would see the work of Jah...
Cause love is the key"


Love,
B

P.s If you take a picture please tag me on instagram @bondi_lala or if you want to share on twitter @Ayeesha_lala

Sunday, 1 December 2013

Unbroken Silence


Waiting…
I’m sitting here waiting for you
Waiting to hear from you
Waiting to see you
I hate it
I hate waiting
I hate this feeling
I hate how you make me feel

Anxious…
Anxious…
That’s how I feel
Waiting to hear from you
Staring at my phone constantly
Hoping every message that comes in is from you
Rolling my eyes when I find out it isn’t
Disgusted with myself


Searching…
I’m searching for your face in everyone’s face
I’m searching for a sign
That I’m not losing my mind
Constantly worrying over you
Here I sit in my room, a tub of ice cream
And Jhene Aiko in the background
Trying to drown out the feelings
Not even the ice cream could fill the emptiness inside of me

Where are you?
Why can’t I find you?
Why won’t you look for me?

Don’t you care anymore?

He'll Know


One day, he’s going to know. He’ll know your birthday, your middle name, where you were born, your star sign, and your parents names. He’ll know how old you were when you learnt to ride a bike, how your grandparents passed away, how many pets you had, and how much you hated going to school. He’ll know your eye colour, your scars, your freckles, your laugh lines and your birth marks. He’ll know your favourite book, movie, candy, food, pair of shoes, colour, and song. He’s going to know why you’re awake at 5am most nights, where you were when you realised you’d lost a good friend, why you picked up the razor and how you managed to put it down before things went too far. He’s going to know your phobias, your dreams, your fears, your wishes, and your worries. He’s going to know about your first heartbreak, your dream wedding, and your problems with your parents. He’ll know your strengths, weaknesses, laziness, energy, and your mixed emotions. He’s going to know about your love for mayonnaise, your dream of being famous when you were five, your need to quote any film you know all the way through, and your fear of growing older. He’ll know your bad habits, your mannerisms, your stroppy pout, your facial expressions, and your laugh like it’s his favourite song. The way you chew, drink, walk, sleep, fidget and kiss. He’s going to know that you’ve already picked out wedding flowers, baby names, tiles for the bathroom, bridesmaid dresses, and the colour of your bedroom walls. He’s going to know, get annoyed at and then accept that you leave clothes everywhere, take twenty minutes to order a Starbucks, have to organise your DVD’s alphabetically, and check your horoscope… just incase. He’ll know your McDonald’s order, how many sugars to put in your tea, how many scoops of ice cream you want, and that you need your sandwiches cut into triangles. He’s going to know how you feel without you telling him, that you need a wee from a look on your face, and that you’re crying without shedding tears. He’s going to know all of it. Everything. You, from top to bottom and inside out. From learning, from sharing, from listening, from watching. He’s going to know every single thing there is to know, and you know what else? He is still going to love you.


DISCLAIMER: THIS WAS NOT WRITTEN BY ME. FOUND IT ON TUMBLR.

Thursday, 28 November 2013

Mirrored Emotions

Everyone's been asking If I'm okay lately
It's like a tragedy has befallen me
And I'm yet to know
Do my eyes give me away?
Is my face mirroring off an emotion I'm yet to feel

My subconscious tells me not to worry
They are just being caring
But the voices in my head laughs at my naivety
They laugh because they know something
That I don't
Which makes me wonder
I always reply that I'm fine
But am I?

Happy Thanksgiving Day

Happy Turkey Day everyone!! Whether you're on the other side of the Atlantic, in Africa or Asia, doesn't matter. I hope everyone has something to be thankful for.

I have a gazillion things that I'm thankful for. I'm thankful for my health, for education, for my family, my friends. I'm thankful for all the vacations I took this year. I'm thankful for graduating this year. I'm thankful for the new additions to my family. I'm thankful for every passing day. I'm thankful that I'm loved and I love back. The list could go on and on. Unfortunately thanksgiving isn't a big tradition over here in England, such a shame, so I don't have any plans. I'm not even eating turkey for dinner, of all days I decided to grill trout. LOL fail.

I have however compiled a list of the five best F.R.I.E.N.D.S Thanksgiving episode that everyone should watch today, at least laughter can substitute for no turkey. I bet you no matter how awful your day is going, you're going to be thankful you watched at least one of these episodes.

5. The One With The Late Thanksgiving
P.s Don't enter your kid in a baby beauty pageant, ok?





4. The One With Rachel's Other Sister
Oooh girl grab me some popcorn while I watch these girls fight LOL



3. The One With The Football
It isn't a complete thanksgiving without some sibling rivalry.



2. The One Where Underdog Gets Away
The first ever Friend's thanksgiving together


1. The One With The Rumour
I love how Phoebe tries to get Will to take off his shirt haha



And of course it isn't a complete
The One With All The Thanksgivings: I love the chicken dance and the fact that it was the first time Chandler told Monica he loves her. So Cuteeeeee




Have fun watching this. I'm not the only one who has made a list, check Sidereel and Buzzfeed. Happy Turkey Day once again.

Love,
Bondi


Tuesday, 26 November 2013

Games People Play


I'm in my 20's now (early 20's shall I point out), I only said that cause I wanted you to know I'm not a child anymore. Most of my friends are in the same group as well. SO it's established we're all grown ass people right? What I don't understand is why people are still playing games at this stage in life when it comes to relationships.

Like not calling immediately or ignoring someone so you don't seem needy, or playing the hard to get card or not interested card so chase me. Ugh you get my point. If you have something on your mind or a feeling, let it be known, I'm not psychic you hear? It was cool in high school, it satisfied our juvenile understanding of love and relationships, but surely we are growing up now, it's time to leave the games to FIFA and temple run, No?

Why is it so hard to just keep everything simple? Life, Love, everything. Do we need to complicate every single thing we set our minds on, I mean the world is already difficult on its own, if there are things we can simplify, why can't we do just that? I can't deal. Just this week I've had about 4 friends complain about their significant other playing games they just don't understand. I thought we stopped playing games a long time ago?

Here's a quote I reposted on instagram a couple of days back

"I'm in my 20s, perhaps too young for marriage but definitely too old for games. Too old to just be talking to people for the sake of it. Too old to be jumping from person-to-person At this age STABILITY, CONSISTENCY and LOYALTY is the Goal"

Do you see that playing games did not make the cut? Yeah let that sink in for a while...

xoxo

Throwback Post: Healed With Time

I wrote this post about 2 years back, after going through an awful break up. Apparently this is what got my blog noticed. Felt like sharing it again x

I still remember that day like it was yesterday
When you walked out on me and out of my life,
I cried, I pleaded, I screamed, I shouted,
Yet you still turned on a deaf ear and walked away
I knelt down and I begged you, I held unto your clothes,
The tears streaming down my face, mascara smudged, eyes pleading, heart breaking,
On bended knees I asked you not to leave me,
You didn’t say a word, you just walked out and left the door open behind you,
I stayed crouched on the floor and watched you leave me; slowly disappearing into the distance,
For days I left that door open, hoping, praying that you would return just like you left me but you never did,
All that came through that door was the soft gush of the wind, the cold night and the moon that shone so bright,
Looking at that moon shining brightly up in the sky later replaced by the sun day after day transformed me
It gave me energy, it gave me hope, it healed me because I let myself hurt for a while and in my hurt I found comfort and in my comfort I found strength
The strength to pick myself up from the floor and start over again,
Today I saw you; you were with another girl, I had always thought what I would do when I saw you, screamed at you, break down and cry or want to hit you but I felt different…..
I didn’t even hurt, I didn’t even care, no part of me yearned to have you back, I realized with the days gone by that I deserved the best and the best was what I was going for,
The best which you weren’t…
I gave you my sincerest smile and walked away, I didn’t say hi, because I was taught as a kid ‘’forward always, backwards never’’
There's no point revisiting the past, when the future had so much for me
I'm a changed woman not even you can break me,
I've grown to love myself and I don’t need yours, I laugh more, smile more, dance more because life is too beautiful to be sad
Thank you for hurting me, you indeed created the beautiful woman who stands tall now


Monday, 25 November 2013

Friend or Foe?

My baby sissy, Zara wrote a lovely poem. She's a good writer but she never likes to show her work SMH. But here's one she's written that I want to share. I hope you all like it as much as I do.

I've had them come and go,
This wasn't the case. 
Intensity, nurtured over time. 
Transparency, I gave my all. 
Selfless, taking you as I did myself,
Our minds intertwined. 
Time, it came and went 
Ignorant to the changes before me,
I still loved anyway. 
The silence getting cold,
Holes digging deep,
I turned a blind eye to the obvious before me. 
It happened, it's happening. 
Will it be the same again?
Hurt.
Loyalty, void of reciprocation,
Love, in all purity,
Taken for granted. 
Friend? Or foe? 

by Zara Dogo
Twitter: ZaraD_
Instagram: zarraaa_

Thursday, 21 November 2013

Flaws and All: One Week Progress

Hellooooo... SO I told you guys last week that I was going to be doing the water challenge, that is drinking 3 Litres of water. But I was going to start with 2 Litres first. Well the first week has passed. I must say it's not as hard as one would expect. I found myself drinking 10 glasses of water instead of 8, so I'm guessing moving to 13 cups by the 3rd and 4th week won't be so much of a challenge for me.

The only down side is I spend so much time dashing to the bathroom to wee. It's already cold plus the water challenge, not a good time to be doing this. But that is about the only difficulty I've had. Here's a picture of my progress. I know you're not meant to smile in the picture but who cares as long as you can see.

I noticed that I had more breakouts on my face but apparently that's the toxins being flushed from my system. I used a DSLR camera, made everything all so evident *side eye*. Erm I haven't worn any make up all week and I didn't have a facial this week (Bad Bondi). I don't use any facial wash either. I'm really terrible at those things, I probably don't know what a blackhead is LOL.

Okay this is taking out of my study time, so I hope this helps someone. Since I'm not using the water challenge for weight loss I haven't bothered checking my weight or anything. My waist atm is 27 inches. Let's see where it is at the 28th day, yes? Wish me luck

xoxo

Monday, 18 November 2013

Hashtag Mania

I recently came across this funny skit between Justin Timberlake and Jimmy Fallon showing us our overuse of the hashtag on social networks. Imagine if we actually talked like we did on instagram and twitter. That would be so hilarious. It's really funny but it got me thinking are we abusing the hashtag?

I personally don't mind lots of hashtags if they are funny or help people find something when they search instagram or twitter. I CANNOT stand hashtags of luxury goods by those who purposely put it there to show off. Other than that, hashtags are really funny. Oh my gosh you should all follow Vinny Graham on instagram his hashtags are crazy!!!! If you don't laugh at any of his posts then you should get checked out. Ohkayyyy... back to studying. Enjoy the video


#SchoolSucks #INeedABreak #JustinIsSoHOT #WhyIsHeMarried #LuckyJessica #OkBye #GottaGetBackToStudying #TheseEssaysArentGoingToWriteThemselves #OkNoMoreHashtags #OopsIDidItAgain #LOL #BritneySpears #OkayImGoingForReal #Bye #DontMissMe #Peace

Sunday, 17 November 2013

Do You Still Dream?


At four I dreamed of becoming a singer
all the hours I spent singing into my mum's hairbrush
off key and off beat but I didn't care, it was my dream

At seven I dreamed of being an actress
All the tantrums that I threw earning myself the title 'drama queen'
practising sceneries in my head at the most random times

At nine I wanted to be a teacher
probably because I wanted a chance to punish the kids of those classmates who had offended me
or just because I liked the feeling of being in charge

At eleven I dreamed of becoming a model
I spent hours flipping through glossy magazines
practising poised moments in every mirror I came across
the glamour, the clothes, the luxury, I wanted it all

At thirteen I dreamed of being an entertainer
No episode of Oprah Winfrey's show escaped by me
Nor did any of Tyra Bank's

At fifteen I dreamed of being a neurosurgeon
Inspired by Ben Carson, I wanted to save lives
till chemistry kicked my ass and sent me packing to a different dream

At sixteen I dreamed of being a wedding planner
to make every girls dream of having a fairytale ending come to pass
and mostly because I enjoyed planning events

Then I grew up
and I stopped dreaming

Don't Live Safe


When was the last time you took a risk? Made a decision without over thinking it? Loved someone with all you had? Bungee jumped or swam with sharks? Ok don't do the last one but when was the last time you took a risk and did something exciting and entirely selfish and just for you? Sometimes we get accustomed to our daily routine that life becomes nothing but that, just a routine. You wake up, keep up appearance, drag yourself through the day and that's just it.

I recently found myself falling into a routine, if I hadn't already buried myself in one. But my life felt boring and unexciting. Just now, while trying to sleep I thought to myself, 'hey why not buy that camera you've always wanted and pursue your photography hobby?' See the thing is I love photography. I spend hours and hours pawning through my instagram timeline, tumblr or WeHeartIt, basically any site or app that lets me see pictures. Pictures are worth a thousand words, and for someone like me who has selective amnesia, I'd love to capture every moment in a picture.

So guess what I did, I went online and bought me a camera. Whether or not I'm going to regret this later I don't know. But what I know is this, photojournalism is a hobby I would love to explore. I see beautiful pictures online and think to myself, well I could have shot that. Well guess what, I'm going to start taking the beautiful pictures that I often find myself admiring.

Life should be filled with more spontaneity, don't live a dull life following the same routine over and over again. So maybe my purchasing a new camera isn't the most exciting thing to happen but it's the first step to taking thousand beautiful pictures which means breaking free from my boring cycle once in a while. Why not find a way to do something exciting once a week or month. Dye your hair that colour, pierce your nose, take that vacation, skip work/school and go to disneyland. All I'm saying is life is tooo short to not enjoy every beautiful day that you're blessed to see.

Look forward to taking pictures and sharing with you all....
xoxo 

Tuesday, 12 November 2013

The 28 day Water Challenge


So... I read on a blog about a woman who took 10 years off her face by drinking 3 litres of water for 28 straight days. I mean it's such an effortless beauty transformation right? she released pictures of her before and after. Who wouldn't want to do this? It's cheap, It's natural. Anyone can do this as long as they put their mind to it. So I'm going to give this a shot. I hope I stick to this because I am not the biggest fan of water considering that I'm a sprite recovering addict. LOL

Here's the tricky bit, 3 litres of water equals 13 glasses of water (OMG) that's alot of toilet trips for me. Goodness. But erm I want flawless skin too so I'm gonna try. I'll probably start with 2litres for the first 14 days and graduate to 3 litres. I'll also advice you to start small like 1.5 litres then 2 litres before you hit the 3 litres mark just so you don't overconsume water. These days everything has its own side effect.

But you can read about this woman's testimony here. And good luck to everyone. I look forward to hearing good reviews and reports at the end. And of course water does so much more than just detox our skin, it has soo many other health benefits. SO really this is for our own good...

Maybe I'll share pictures of my own transformation too hehehe. Good luck

xoxo

Sunday, 3 November 2013

Marriage Isn't For Me

I probably just read the best article on marriage yet. It couldn't have been written or said better. I hope you enjoy it:

Reblogged from Seth Adam Smith on his blog

Having been married only a year and a half, I’ve recently come to the conclusion that marriage isn’t for me.
Now before you start making assumptions, keep reading.
I met my wife in high school when we were 15 years old. We were friends for ten years until…until we decided no longer wanted to be just friends. :) I strongly recommend that best friends fall in love. Good times will be had by all.
Nevertheless, falling in love with my best friend did not prevent me from having certain fears and anxieties about getting married. The nearer Kim and I approached the decision to marry, the more I was filled with a paralyzing fear. Was I ready? Was I making the right choice? Was Kim the right person to marry? Would she make me happy?
Then, one fateful night, I shared these thoughts and concerns with my dad.
Perhaps each of us have moments in our lives when it feels like time slows down or the air becomes still and everything around us seems to draw in, marking that moment as one we will never forget.
My dad giving his response to my concerns was such a moment for me. With a knowing smile he said, “Seth, you’re being totally selfish. So I’m going to make this really simple: marriage isn’t for you. You don’t marry to make yourself happy, you marry to make someone else happy. More than that, your marriage isn’t for yourself, you’re marrying for a family. Not just for the in-laws and all of that nonsense, but for your future children. Who do you want to help you raise them? Who do you want to influence them? Marriage isn’t for you. It’s not about you. Marriage is about the person you married.”
It was in that very moment that I knew that Kim was the right person to marry. I realized that I wanted to make her happy; to see her smile every day, to make her laugh every day. I wanted to be a part of her family, and my family wanted her to be a part of ours. And thinking back on all the times I had seen her play with my nieces, I knew that she was the one with whom I wanted to build our own family.
My father’s advice was both shocking and revelatory. It went against the grain of today’s “Walmart philosophy”, which is if it doesn’t make you happy, you can take it back and get a new one.
No, a true marriage (and true love) is never about you. It’s about the person you love—their wants, their needs, their hopes, and their dreams. Selfishness demands, “What’s in it for me?”, while Love asks, “What can I give?”
Some time ago, my wife showed me what it means to love selflessly. For many months, my heart had been hardening with a mixture of fear and resentment. Then, after the pressure had built up to where neither of us could stand it, emotions erupted. I was callous. I was selfish.
But instead of matching my selfishness, Kim did something beyond wonderful—she showed an outpouring of love. Laying aside all of the pain and aguish I had caused her, she lovingly took me in her arms and soothed my soul.
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Marriage is about family.
I realized that I had forgotten my dad’s advice. While Kim’s side of the marriage had been to love me, my side of the marriage had become all about me. This awful realization brought me to tears, and I promised my wife that I would try to be better.
To all who are reading this article—married, almost married, single, or even the sworn bachelor or bachelorette—I want you to know that marriage isn’t for you. No true relationship of love is for you. Love is about the person you love.
And, paradoxically, the more you truly love that person, the more love you receive. And not just from your significant other, but from their friends and their family and thousands of others you never would have met had your love remained self-centered.

Friday, 1 November 2013

Hello Sweet November


Happy New Month darlings. It's yet another month, almost the end of the year and it's the month of gratitude. Soo many things to be thankful for, its time to start reflecting on the year and counting our blessings. I wish you all a beautiful month ahead filled with laughter, love, prosperity and purpose. And I hope this month won't just about receiving but also being a blessing in someone's life. A rainbow in someone's cloud. Enjoy your month xoxo

Tuesday, 29 October 2013

Honey and Lemon


Since I'm in the blogging mood might as well share a post I once wrote when I couldn't sleep. It's a short prose, one of those ideas that float around in my head. If you guys like it so much, I might share more proses. This one was inspired by a honey and lemon facial I give myself every 2 weeks LOL. The things that inspire us...


Honey and Lemon
"How do you keep from not eating that thing off your face?" Bola asked as he watched his wife from the bed.
She was performing her bi-weekly facial, a do it yourself honey and lemon face mask that she religiously swore by. For 13 years he had watched her repeat the same routine every two weeks. At first he thought it was one of those things she did to impress him, but when she persisted a decade after they married, he found himself in deep admiration of his wife. 

"Hmmm?" She replied

"Don't you ever get tempted to eat your face when you put that on?" He asked again

"It's called discipline baby, it's not for eating, my tummy knows that" she said as she stuck her tongue out at him through the mirror.

To an outsider she would come off as vain, the way she slowly applied the mask on her face in circular motions, covering every caramel bit of her flawless skin in honey and lemon. Indeed it worked because she looked like a walking photoshop project, her slim tender face to compliment her petite frame. Even the scar she got by her jaw when she fell off a mango tree looked like it had been painted by Michael D'Angelo. With her hair up in a bun she would first steam her face before massaging her concoction to her damp face. To him it showed consistency, and not just with her beauty routine but with the way she loved and cared for him. She still looked the same way she did as when they had started dating, she had been consistent in supporting him, loving him, feeding him with sumptuous meals everyday for the past 13 years. If she had changed, it was only for the better.

And when the doctor had told them she couldn't have kids, she turned him into her baby and he loved her even more. She devoted her all in being the best she could be for them. Everyday she got up at 6 and prayed before she started her day. She cleaned and cooked then she got him ready and they went out to work together. She made it look so easy, being so consistent in her marriage, career and religion.

When things still felt like the honeymoon phase by the sixth year, he panicked. He checked every corner of the house in her absence looking for her mysterious calabash with his heart tied in it. He searched in vain looking for a superstitious reason as to why he loved her so much and why she was as flawless but he found none. Then he hired someone to follow her to find out if she met with a baba, because for him it was too good to be true to still be this in love while his friends took refuge in bars hiding from their charming-turned-monster wives. He had even gotten her drunk on many occasions to ask her questions only alcohol could truthfully answer but he got none. Eventually he accepted that God had blessed him with the perfect marriage.

But it was not always glamorous with them, it wasn't always perfect and they had their row once in a while over silly things like him not putting down the seat toilet or using a coaster for his glass cup or serious issues like why he was still supporting a particular family member and encouraging laziness. She had built their glamorous life from scratch with him, from when he had nothing till now that they could have anything they wanted. Their marriage was like her face mask, honey and lemon, it was sweet somedays and sour on others but that was what gave it the glow it had.

He stood up and walked to the bathroom and watched her in the mirror as her gaze caught his and she smiled.

"Oga do you want a facial as well?" She teased

"Maybe" he replied and walked over to her. She cocked her head to the side and gave a sarcastic smile as she smeared some on his cheek. He pulled her in and kissed her before she pushed him away

"Noo you're going to ruin my facial" she teased but threw her arms and kissed him back passionately. He disentangled himself and bent to kiss her swollen growing tummy.

"I wonder what we should call her," he said "Honey perhaps?" He added raising her eyebrow

"No, Lemon" she replied laughing as she returned to massaging her face. He hugged her from behind and rubbed her belly as he admired his little family in the honey and lemon mirror of his life.