So many years ago, I started this blog. I was on it, on and off sharing things that mattered to me...at that time. Then I totally lost interest and basically drifted away with life.
Thanks to a friend, I stumbled back on the blog and I was pleasantly surprised to see that it was still up and all of the articles were still intact.
Glimpses of my thoughts from way back when I was still a little innocent (*cough*) and didn't have much of a care in the world. A time when I was just discovering life and it held so many promises. It felt like discovering gold. It was like unearthing a time capsule.
A lot of time has passed and chance hasn't been so charitable. But we are still here. My boy marked his eleventh birthday yesterday. I mentioned him in one of my last posts here before I hibernated. Hard to believe all of that time has passed.
There have been storms and sunshine; hell and high water. Can't say I have changed much from the man I was back then. Perhaps I have grown even more disillusioned. But one thing I can guarantee is that I am going to give this life one hell of a fight. I am going to keep pushing till something gives.
I owe that to all of the people that somehow believe in me and my so-called life.
Saturday, May 16, 2020
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Tins r happenin'
Alright!
So I have promised myself that I am not going to start with any lame promises about how I am back to blogsville for good and will post at least once every week and yada yada yada. I think I have proved to myself and to my one (or is it two sef) followers that I am incapable of keeping that promise. The exigencies or work crowd my plate and I barely have enough space for myself. Anyway, my work self has apologized to my blogging self for selfishly taking all of our time and my blogging self has graciously accepted the apology...lol! Abeg o!! I no fit shout!
So quite a lot has happened to me and to the world since the last time I was here. Michael Jackson passed on and I was amazed at the sheer outflow of emotions that trailed the passage of this man who was usually a victim of global villification for most of his life time. I mean, the last time I remember seeing people of all nations so unified in grief was after 9/11 when Osama bin Hiden's ( where the hell is that dude newayz?) goons brought down WTC.
Even my grand-aunt in the village heard of the passing of the legend and she was so sad she lost her appetite...lol. Even though M.J. has proved to be even more controversial in death than he was alive, I still mourn the passing of this mega-talented dude who in my opinion, was hounded out of life by the very people who are shedding crocodile tears now.
A moment of silence for Michael: May his soul rest in peace.
Another great guy that passed on during this time was my dad. Yep! He passed on at the ripe old age of 92. My first reaction when I heard of his death was: "My father cannot die!!!" Don't blame me. When you know a my father like I knew him, you just can't begin to conjure up images of him lying down lifeless. He was so full of life and verve...I'll dedicate my next blog entry to my father. He was a great guy. Another moment of silence: Rest in peace sir.
Oh yes!
There's been a major shake-up in the banking industry with some bank ogas who before now paraded squeaky clean credentials, thrown out of work and handed over to the corruption investigation agencies for alleged abuse of office. The charges are overwhelming and will be damning if proved as true at the end of the day. While good old cynical me says nothing will come out of all the drama at the end of the day, a larger part of me hopes that that the new CBN helmsman follows through on ensuring that these people face the law if found guilty.
Maybe then, we can start taking ourselves serious about fighting the hydra called corruption.
I say I dey come...
So I have promised myself that I am not going to start with any lame promises about how I am back to blogsville for good and will post at least once every week and yada yada yada. I think I have proved to myself and to my one (or is it two sef) followers that I am incapable of keeping that promise. The exigencies or work crowd my plate and I barely have enough space for myself. Anyway, my work self has apologized to my blogging self for selfishly taking all of our time and my blogging self has graciously accepted the apology...lol! Abeg o!! I no fit shout!
So quite a lot has happened to me and to the world since the last time I was here. Michael Jackson passed on and I was amazed at the sheer outflow of emotions that trailed the passage of this man who was usually a victim of global villification for most of his life time. I mean, the last time I remember seeing people of all nations so unified in grief was after 9/11 when Osama bin Hiden's ( where the hell is that dude newayz?) goons brought down WTC.
Even my grand-aunt in the village heard of the passing of the legend and she was so sad she lost her appetite...lol. Even though M.J. has proved to be even more controversial in death than he was alive, I still mourn the passing of this mega-talented dude who in my opinion, was hounded out of life by the very people who are shedding crocodile tears now.
A moment of silence for Michael: May his soul rest in peace.
Another great guy that passed on during this time was my dad. Yep! He passed on at the ripe old age of 92. My first reaction when I heard of his death was: "My father cannot die!!!" Don't blame me. When you know a my father like I knew him, you just can't begin to conjure up images of him lying down lifeless. He was so full of life and verve...I'll dedicate my next blog entry to my father. He was a great guy. Another moment of silence: Rest in peace sir.
Oh yes!
There's been a major shake-up in the banking industry with some bank ogas who before now paraded squeaky clean credentials, thrown out of work and handed over to the corruption investigation agencies for alleged abuse of office. The charges are overwhelming and will be damning if proved as true at the end of the day. While good old cynical me says nothing will come out of all the drama at the end of the day, a larger part of me hopes that that the new CBN helmsman follows through on ensuring that these people face the law if found guilty.
Maybe then, we can start taking ourselves serious about fighting the hydra called corruption.
I say I dey come...
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Not as strong as I thot
I pride myself with always been in control of my life and emotions. I was never agitated or panicky about what tomorrow would bring. I used to tell myself that the headache of surviving the next minute was enough and so I would take every day as it came and make the best of it.
I am not given to much talking because I grew up with a mind set that there was strength in silence; a certain impenetrable resilience occassioned by my operating in my soundless void. So even while in the presence or company of a cacophonous mob like my group of friends, I was always the "extremely quiet and inscrutable" one.
That is, perhaps, why I don't indulge in achohol. I fear that my tongue will get loosened in my inebriated stage and I would give too much away. So while I sometimes admire the wanton liberties that come with inebriation observed in others, I would stoically stick to my non-achoholic beverages. My friends, (that riotous bunch of youths I hang and roll with) would always throw jabs at me by ordering "pure water" for me whenever we hang out. lol. I was like the proverbial "whitened sepulchre" Cool and calm on the exterior, but deep withing, another story all together.
I used to feel like I needed to be responsible for my actions and decisions, however they turned out. It would kinda feel silly to me if I had to explain away a bad outcome with the dim witted excuse that I was drunk and out of my mind. I was reading recently about a popular celebrity who got drunk and rammed her SUV into another car, killing the occupant, a young and upwardly mobile medical practitioner.
Bottomline is that I used to feel like I was always in control of my emotions. Which is why I am a bit baffled by my recent emotional disposition to certain life-changing occurences in my life.
Firstly, it was the panic that gripped me during the recent "right-sizing" (read, RETRENCHMENT) that happened at my workplace. The issue then was that it suddenly occured to me that if I was affected, I did not have a Plan B. I had poured my entire life and resources into one pot and now that pot had developed holes and was now sinking fast. Worse still, I didn't even have the proverbial straw to cling to. Thankfully, that exercise came and went and I am still here (still have a job, that is.)
I heaved a sigh of relief, but I guess I did that too soon. My services to the business has been outsourced to another company. In a very short while, I would have a different employer. Now, I would most likely be sitting at the same desk I am now and carrying out the same functions I am carrying out now. But my paymaster would be different.
As if that wasn't bad enough, my little girl turned two recently (happy birthday luv) and it is suddenly dawning on me that she is growing into a young lady and it is my responsibility to equip her with the resources she would need to survive in life. The thing is that I am beginning to question my parenting skills:
Do I spend enough time with her?
Am I morally and spiritually grounded enough to give her the kind of instructions she would require to make those tough decisions in life as she grows older?
Do I have my finances sorted out well enough to ensure she will never have to be sent away from school "because daddy has not (read, CANNOT) pay my fees?
Its somewhat unsettling to note that I have not been able to give myself convincing answers to these posers though I have spent quite some time ruminating on them. It keeps me awake for long hours during the night.
As if that wasn't bad enough, we recently took delivery of number 2; a healthy, fair-complexioned, 4.2kg bundle of joy. Huge boy, I tell you!!! Lol. Suddenly, my sleepessness has doubled...Lord help me.
Spoke to a friend and he told me I must be going through a mid-life crises. It sounded like a logical explanation until it occured to me...I have not reached what I would term mid-life yet!! Perhaps the way i feel right now is a consequence of certain wrong decisions I took earlier on in life. Or perhaps, i am just not as strong as I once thought I was...
I dey come...
I am not given to much talking because I grew up with a mind set that there was strength in silence; a certain impenetrable resilience occassioned by my operating in my soundless void. So even while in the presence or company of a cacophonous mob like my group of friends, I was always the "extremely quiet and inscrutable" one.
That is, perhaps, why I don't indulge in achohol. I fear that my tongue will get loosened in my inebriated stage and I would give too much away. So while I sometimes admire the wanton liberties that come with inebriation observed in others, I would stoically stick to my non-achoholic beverages. My friends, (that riotous bunch of youths I hang and roll with) would always throw jabs at me by ordering "pure water" for me whenever we hang out. lol. I was like the proverbial "whitened sepulchre" Cool and calm on the exterior, but deep withing, another story all together.
I used to feel like I needed to be responsible for my actions and decisions, however they turned out. It would kinda feel silly to me if I had to explain away a bad outcome with the dim witted excuse that I was drunk and out of my mind. I was reading recently about a popular celebrity who got drunk and rammed her SUV into another car, killing the occupant, a young and upwardly mobile medical practitioner.
Bottomline is that I used to feel like I was always in control of my emotions. Which is why I am a bit baffled by my recent emotional disposition to certain life-changing occurences in my life.
Firstly, it was the panic that gripped me during the recent "right-sizing" (read, RETRENCHMENT) that happened at my workplace. The issue then was that it suddenly occured to me that if I was affected, I did not have a Plan B. I had poured my entire life and resources into one pot and now that pot had developed holes and was now sinking fast. Worse still, I didn't even have the proverbial straw to cling to. Thankfully, that exercise came and went and I am still here (still have a job, that is.)
I heaved a sigh of relief, but I guess I did that too soon. My services to the business has been outsourced to another company. In a very short while, I would have a different employer. Now, I would most likely be sitting at the same desk I am now and carrying out the same functions I am carrying out now. But my paymaster would be different.
As if that wasn't bad enough, my little girl turned two recently (happy birthday luv) and it is suddenly dawning on me that she is growing into a young lady and it is my responsibility to equip her with the resources she would need to survive in life. The thing is that I am beginning to question my parenting skills:
Do I spend enough time with her?
Am I morally and spiritually grounded enough to give her the kind of instructions she would require to make those tough decisions in life as she grows older?
Do I have my finances sorted out well enough to ensure she will never have to be sent away from school "because daddy has not (read, CANNOT) pay my fees?
Its somewhat unsettling to note that I have not been able to give myself convincing answers to these posers though I have spent quite some time ruminating on them. It keeps me awake for long hours during the night.
As if that wasn't bad enough, we recently took delivery of number 2; a healthy, fair-complexioned, 4.2kg bundle of joy. Huge boy, I tell you!!! Lol. Suddenly, my sleepessness has doubled...Lord help me.
Spoke to a friend and he told me I must be going through a mid-life crises. It sounded like a logical explanation until it occured to me...I have not reached what I would term mid-life yet!! Perhaps the way i feel right now is a consequence of certain wrong decisions I took earlier on in life. Or perhaps, i am just not as strong as I once thought I was...
I dey come...
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Scary!!
Perhaps a bit of a background before I go into my gist.
I work for a multi-national company, which is currently in the throes of "right-sizing (read down-sizing) no thanks to the current global economic crunch. The bottom line is that there is a lot of re-structuring going on and nobody is sure whether they will be asked to stay or leave. Everyone is waiting with bated breath for the final report and the release of the new organogram.
So, you can imagine my horror when I received a text very late at night yesterday, from my company's "service desk" informing me that I had been scheduled for a one on one meeting with my director. The text was however, silent on the agenda of the meeting. Whoa!!!!!!
I experienced for the first time in my life, what is commonly described as cold sweat; you know, that feeling where you have chills running all through your body and break out sweating like a Christmas goat all at once. (do they actually sweat?)
Now folks, a meeting with my director would normally not even earn a second thought from me. But in this uncertain times, that sounded like a death knell. I mean this meeting is so important that they had to send me an sms at close to midnight rather than wait for me to get into my office the next day. This was definitely no ordinary meeting. I looked across at my little tot running around the living room happily screaming at the top of her voice; I looked forlornly at my heavily pregnant wife lying on the sofa across from me. Only one thought came to my mind: What do I do if my director informs me that I am one of those declared surplus to requirement by the company?!!!!
It is strange how minor things like a text message in the middle of the night can jolt you and cause your whole life to flash before your eyes. Make you realize that you are actually walking on thin ice that could give way any minute. I couldn't sleep anymore. What's worse, I couldn't tell my wife about my fears cos I didn't want her getting all worried and upset in her condition. My mind just kept doing somersaults into a future, which had suddenly taken on a grey hue. Questions were climbing over one another in my mind:
Am I out of a job?
Would I get another?
How long would it take before I get anothe rjob?
Do I still want to work for someone or should I see it as the hand of God and pursue my personal dreams?
How long will my grossly depleted savings last?
So many questions in my head but no answer was forthcoming.
Thankfully, I woke up a short while later, sweating profusely and heaving a sigh of relief when I realized it was all a dream. Or was it? I wondered as I reached for my phone. Sure enough, there was an unread text message on it: I was too scared to open it...when i eventually got the courage to do so, i realized it was just a text advertizing one of ur products to all customers...
Am I getting paranoid? You answer me.
I say I dey come...
I work for a multi-national company, which is currently in the throes of "right-sizing (read down-sizing) no thanks to the current global economic crunch. The bottom line is that there is a lot of re-structuring going on and nobody is sure whether they will be asked to stay or leave. Everyone is waiting with bated breath for the final report and the release of the new organogram.
So, you can imagine my horror when I received a text very late at night yesterday, from my company's "service desk" informing me that I had been scheduled for a one on one meeting with my director. The text was however, silent on the agenda of the meeting. Whoa!!!!!!
I experienced for the first time in my life, what is commonly described as cold sweat; you know, that feeling where you have chills running all through your body and break out sweating like a Christmas goat all at once. (do they actually sweat?)
Now folks, a meeting with my director would normally not even earn a second thought from me. But in this uncertain times, that sounded like a death knell. I mean this meeting is so important that they had to send me an sms at close to midnight rather than wait for me to get into my office the next day. This was definitely no ordinary meeting. I looked across at my little tot running around the living room happily screaming at the top of her voice; I looked forlornly at my heavily pregnant wife lying on the sofa across from me. Only one thought came to my mind: What do I do if my director informs me that I am one of those declared surplus to requirement by the company?!!!!
It is strange how minor things like a text message in the middle of the night can jolt you and cause your whole life to flash before your eyes. Make you realize that you are actually walking on thin ice that could give way any minute. I couldn't sleep anymore. What's worse, I couldn't tell my wife about my fears cos I didn't want her getting all worried and upset in her condition. My mind just kept doing somersaults into a future, which had suddenly taken on a grey hue. Questions were climbing over one another in my mind:
Am I out of a job?
Would I get another?
How long would it take before I get anothe rjob?
Do I still want to work for someone or should I see it as the hand of God and pursue my personal dreams?
How long will my grossly depleted savings last?
So many questions in my head but no answer was forthcoming.
Thankfully, I woke up a short while later, sweating profusely and heaving a sigh of relief when I realized it was all a dream. Or was it? I wondered as I reached for my phone. Sure enough, there was an unread text message on it: I was too scared to open it...when i eventually got the courage to do so, i realized it was just a text advertizing one of ur products to all customers...
Am I getting paranoid? You answer me.
I say I dey come...
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Just Checking!!
I was just checking to see if I am still on blogosphere...yup! I am!
Been ages aint it guys? Just been away for such a long time. So much happening around and in me that I just can't seem to pull my thots together well enough to write anything.
So much has happened since I was last here...we now have a black American President people. (do I hear an amen?) On the down side however, the global economy is on recession. (why did it have to wait until we have a black man at the helm? Now they are going to blame us blacks for the poor global economy. Neways,) The most scary part of the whole meltdown thingy is the fact that there has been a surge in job losses globally. Right-sizing, down-sizing, whatever men. Bottom line, niccas are having their behinds kicked to the curb as businesses struggle to mitigate their losses and stay afloat.
While country's like the USA have planned and are executing well thought out bail out plans, my country, Nigeria, is as usual, playing the ostrich with its head in buried in the sand. It is instructive to note that Charles Soludo, the dude in charge of the central bank doesn't even think that the Nigerian economy is under any threat of depression. Thats almost as crazy as people still believing the farcical claim by some that HIV/AIDS is the "white man's disease!!!" Really crazy I tell you. But while Soludo and his employers live in their utopic cocoon, totally immunized from the pervasive financial crises, the Naira is plunging down a steep slope against the Dollar. 180 Naira to $1USD people!!!!!!
To worsen matters, the government picked these hard times to remove subsidy from petrol! Y'all know what that means right? The retail price of fuel will shoot for the moon and take every thing else with it. Already, the cost of basic consumables has risen by as much as 25% in some areas and is still rising. The future is looking very bleak. God help us in these times...
Speaking of God's help, I was reviewing the recent US elections, paying special attention to the man Barack Obama. The man that came from near obscurity and swept in to our consciousness, running a race with such vigour and verve. I am wondering: Who is this man? I have my fears...but I'll save that for another day's discussion.
In Edo State, Osunbor is out and Oshiomole is in as Governor, thanks to our judiciary that ruled in favour of the people's wish. Now we can only hope that he converts some of his suave rhetorics to action aimed at turning around the State. Mimiko is also in to replace Agagu as Ondo State governor following the latter's ouster by the courts. One hopes these young turks will not let their people down.
Ok y'all, I'm back for good this time. I'll see you in a bit.
Been ages aint it guys? Just been away for such a long time. So much happening around and in me that I just can't seem to pull my thots together well enough to write anything.
So much has happened since I was last here...we now have a black American President people. (do I hear an amen?) On the down side however, the global economy is on recession. (why did it have to wait until we have a black man at the helm? Now they are going to blame us blacks for the poor global economy. Neways,) The most scary part of the whole meltdown thingy is the fact that there has been a surge in job losses globally. Right-sizing, down-sizing, whatever men. Bottom line, niccas are having their behinds kicked to the curb as businesses struggle to mitigate their losses and stay afloat.
While country's like the USA have planned and are executing well thought out bail out plans, my country, Nigeria, is as usual, playing the ostrich with its head in buried in the sand. It is instructive to note that Charles Soludo, the dude in charge of the central bank doesn't even think that the Nigerian economy is under any threat of depression. Thats almost as crazy as people still believing the farcical claim by some that HIV/AIDS is the "white man's disease!!!" Really crazy I tell you. But while Soludo and his employers live in their utopic cocoon, totally immunized from the pervasive financial crises, the Naira is plunging down a steep slope against the Dollar. 180 Naira to $1USD people!!!!!!
To worsen matters, the government picked these hard times to remove subsidy from petrol! Y'all know what that means right? The retail price of fuel will shoot for the moon and take every thing else with it. Already, the cost of basic consumables has risen by as much as 25% in some areas and is still rising. The future is looking very bleak. God help us in these times...
Speaking of God's help, I was reviewing the recent US elections, paying special attention to the man Barack Obama. The man that came from near obscurity and swept in to our consciousness, running a race with such vigour and verve. I am wondering: Who is this man? I have my fears...but I'll save that for another day's discussion.
In Edo State, Osunbor is out and Oshiomole is in as Governor, thanks to our judiciary that ruled in favour of the people's wish. Now we can only hope that he converts some of his suave rhetorics to action aimed at turning around the State. Mimiko is also in to replace Agagu as Ondo State governor following the latter's ouster by the courts. One hopes these young turks will not let their people down.
Ok y'all, I'm back for good this time. I'll see you in a bit.
Monday, November 12, 2007
And the winner is...the adulterer!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hey folks! Its me again ur friendly neighbourhood spiderman yada yada yada ( i seriously need to start looking for a new intro. This Spiderman thingy is so tired! Eish!!) Niways, I've not been up in here in a while. Busy busy busy...But I'm back now and this time for good (Why do I suddenly get this feeling I've heard that before? Hmmmm...)
So what's been happening? Quite a lot I must say. The latest is that BBA 2 is officially over and Richard Bezuidenhot from Tanzania won the 100k USD!! Now except someone is trying to allude to some sort of conspiracy theory that caused him to emerge winner, we are supposed to believe that Africa actually voted this brat winner!!! That is quite scary. I mean, like were are all our African values going? I can bet on my batman boxers that even in the so-called liberal western societies, Richard wouldn't have even smelt the top three. His supporters have been talking bullcrap about how entertaining his stay in the house was. I guess that is the sad depth to which our depraved continent has sunk; where open adultery can be viewed as "entertaining"
Don't get me wrong. I am a realist and I am awake that that is not the worst vice plaguing our world right now. But I'm of the opinion that the fact that it is happening doesn't make it right. Ok! Enough already! Shish! I was beginning to sound so serious, I was beginning to scare myself. Abeg o! Congratulations Richard. I hope Ricki, your wife, sues you and you have to give away 50% of that money in alimony settlements. Now that would be poetic justice...
2nd base o jare! Yeyerity!
Friday, October 19, 2007
He's Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack!!!
Yep! Its me ur friendly neighbourhood spiderman and I was just swinging by and decided to stop and say hello... Oh well, feels good to be back in this space. Sorry I had to take a french leave. It was due to the exigencies of work, bla bla bla (Did I hear a "Mau" squeak?)
Anyways, I'm back now and that's all that matters.
So what's being happening all this while? Hmmm...let me see...Oh yes! BBA! All them "untouchables" (remember them? Max, Lerato, Bertha and kwaku) have been shown the way out one after the other. Matter of fact, I am thinking of writing a book or recording an album titled: The demystification of the Untouchables.
They fell like one after the other and even though they have all continually pledged allegiance to the 'untouchable toga,' at least they are no longer in my face and that's all that matters to me. Such an annoying bunch...***Hissssss***
Oh, I heard some really sad news this morning about the death of South African reggae star, Luck Dube
I read that the guy was shot right in front of his kids by armed men trying to snatch his car. So sad. He'll be sorely missed for sure. He was such a great singer and song writer; conscious lyricist all the way...now i'm too sad to write anymore...see y'all later...
Anyways, I'm back now and that's all that matters.
So what's being happening all this while? Hmmm...let me see...Oh yes! BBA! All them "untouchables" (remember them? Max, Lerato, Bertha and kwaku) have been shown the way out one after the other. Matter of fact, I am thinking of writing a book or recording an album titled: The demystification of the Untouchables.
They fell like one after the other and even though they have all continually pledged allegiance to the 'untouchable toga,' at least they are no longer in my face and that's all that matters to me. Such an annoying bunch...***Hissssss***
Oh, I heard some really sad news this morning about the death of South African reggae star, Luck Dube
I read that the guy was shot right in front of his kids by armed men trying to snatch his car. So sad. He'll be sorely missed for sure. He was such a great singer and song writer; conscious lyricist all the way...now i'm too sad to write anymore...see y'all later...
Monday, September 17, 2007
Fake nominations my foot!!!
Original wuruwuru!! That was my initial reaction after watching the nomination show earlier today. When Kabelo came up with the story about the fake nominations, I was quite miffed. how come it was only when the long knives were drawn out for Lerato that they suddenly decided on the "fake nominations" Yeah right! I am starting to believe that Mr. Big Brother is re-writing the rules of the game as we go along.
But anyway, its his show so we don't have a choice but to wait another long 7 days before we can take a bite out of Bibendum (AKA Lerato, AKA Whale, AKA Hippo, AKA etc etc) two-faced consort, Bertha. Keep the knives sharpened.
PS: For all of you peeps reading my blog without bothering to leave comments...thanx for visiting anyway. But please leave your comments so I can know your opinions. C y'all tomorrow.
But anyway, its his show so we don't have a choice but to wait another long 7 days before we can take a bite out of Bibendum (AKA Lerato, AKA Whale, AKA Hippo, AKA etc etc) two-faced consort, Bertha. Keep the knives sharpened.
PS: For all of you peeps reading my blog without bothering to leave comments...thanx for visiting anyway. But please leave your comments so I can know your opinions. C y'all tomorrow.
Sunday, September 16, 2007
Hurray!!! Max is out!
Here's the news, read by moi. The myth surrounding the "untouchables" was broken this evening, when Maxwell, the housemate representing Zambia was evicted nay, swept out of the Big Brother Africa house.
Max's fate was sealed by an overwhelming vote pattern that saw 11 of the 12 participating countries and the rest of Africa voting to evict him. Only his home country Zambia, voted to keep him in.
The atmosphere in the house over the last one week had been tense with the so-called untouchables adopting a boisterous posture and thratening fire and brimstone on the other housemates....blah blah blah and blah and that is that for the news.
Oh boy am I excited! Sweet victory and I'm so happy for Mr. Big Brother. What with all the allegations that swept across the media all week about how the show had been rigged to favour certain (read Lerato and Max) housemates. Oh, that look on Lerato (AKA Bibendum) face was wonderful. That fool deserves all the pain that comes to her. I hope the next time she sheds tears, it will be at her own eviction.
Now the stakes are high and the odds are stacked against the untouchables (former?) Though i am not a prophet, i think I already know how the votes will go tomorrow. I hazard a prediction as stated below:
Lerato: Code and Richard
Kweku: Ofunneka and Code
Bertha: Code and Maureen
Code: Bertha and Kweku
Richard: Lerato and Kweku
Tatiana: Lerato and Kweku
Maureen: Bertha and Lerato
Ofunneka: Lerato and Kweku
If it goes this way tomorrow, Kweku and Lerato will be up for eviction and no prize for guessing who'll be shedding crocodile tears next week. (hey don't ask me. i don't know either)
Anyway, its game on. Been nice hanging out with y'all today. Let's do it again tomorrow and please, don't forget to tune to DSTV Channel 37 for the nominations tomorrow.
This is definitely the era of the long knives.
Max's fate was sealed by an overwhelming vote pattern that saw 11 of the 12 participating countries and the rest of Africa voting to evict him. Only his home country Zambia, voted to keep him in.
The atmosphere in the house over the last one week had been tense with the so-called untouchables adopting a boisterous posture and thratening fire and brimstone on the other housemates....blah blah blah and blah and that is that for the news.
Oh boy am I excited! Sweet victory and I'm so happy for Mr. Big Brother. What with all the allegations that swept across the media all week about how the show had been rigged to favour certain (read Lerato and Max) housemates. Oh, that look on Lerato (AKA Bibendum) face was wonderful. That fool deserves all the pain that comes to her. I hope the next time she sheds tears, it will be at her own eviction.
Now the stakes are high and the odds are stacked against the untouchables (former?) Though i am not a prophet, i think I already know how the votes will go tomorrow. I hazard a prediction as stated below:
Lerato: Code and Richard
Kweku: Ofunneka and Code
Bertha: Code and Maureen
Code: Bertha and Kweku
Richard: Lerato and Kweku
Tatiana: Lerato and Kweku
Maureen: Bertha and Lerato
Ofunneka: Lerato and Kweku
If it goes this way tomorrow, Kweku and Lerato will be up for eviction and no prize for guessing who'll be shedding crocodile tears next week. (hey don't ask me. i don't know either)
Anyway, its game on. Been nice hanging out with y'all today. Let's do it again tomorrow and please, don't forget to tune to DSTV Channel 37 for the nominations tomorrow.
This is definitely the era of the long knives.
Big Brother Blues
How many of you have been following Big Brother Africa 2? Have you seen anything more annoying? Well I must confess I have not been following the show religiously as such given my tight work schedule, but the little I have watched about the goings on in the BB house in recent times leave an unsavoury taste in the mouth.
Ok, for those of you who have not been following the show,(where y'all been anyway?) here's the plot: 12 housemates were selected from 12 different African countries. One person gets evicted every week during the show that will span 98 days until the last man (or woman) left standing wins the prize; a whopping $100,000!!!!!!!!! (Imagine all you could do with all that money...and someone is going to get all that by simply waking up and sleeping and basically being themselves...life is so unfair. but anyway,)Three housemates have been shown the door out of the house living nine. Recently, however, a strange trend has emerged in the house. Back biting, gossiping and inflated egoism have become the order of the day. The most annoying aspect is the fact that some of the housemates that came up for eviction last week took umbrage because they hitherto, considered themselves "untouchable" Four bloody jokers who believe that the rest of the house and indeed Africa should kowtow to them because they "bring entertainment." These 4 are made up of an empty Ghanaian who cannot quite make up his mind about which country's accent to adopt; now sounding like an American, then like a drunk mexican and then when he gets carried away, he reverts to his unmistakable Ghanaian accent. This joke of a fellow spins the most fabulous yearns you can ever think of. He wants us to believe he has hung out with some of the major players in the world's entertainment sector. Ha! Yeah right! Then there's lerato from SA. This loud and foul-mouthed, overweight and ill-shaped slob thinks she is the best thing that has ever happened to the house nay, Africa. All this Bibendum (Remember him? The Michelin mascot?) look alike does is lay about the house, smoke cigarettes and talk down at other house mates. She determines (wishes) the pace in the house and shouts down any dissenting voice. She is a great manipulator of minds and several of the housemates defer to her every whim. She is a major player among the "untouchables" and she is palying the game to the fullest.
Next on this list is Max. This fool is so besotted with Lerato that he lets her push him around. His nomination for eviction shook the entire house and widened the cracks that already existed. Though he has tried to keep a straight face and play up an image of calmness and nonchalance all through the week, his attitude and body language betrays the turmoil he feels in his heart. If the messages on the website and the sms strap on TV are anything to go by, then his days in the house will probably end today. He along with his crew, "the untouchables" have generated so much ill-will from viewers and its beginning to look like Max will not only be voted out, but actually swept out of the house. Last on this list is Bertha. Now what can I say about this Zimbabwean? She started out playing the role of the archetypal miss-goodie-two-shoes with all the early morning prayers and reflections about "how she is not like the other girls" But she has since shed that toga and bared her fangs. She is a cold-blooded snitch who has a knack for hunting with the wolves and running with the sheep (not too sure I said that right but it would have to suffice lol) She has also dropped the holier than thou image for a careless role in the hay with Kweku, the americo-ghanaian (Ha!) She is currently playing both sides but is unaware that all the housemates can see through her. She is an absolute two-faced snake and is a clear example of the kind of friend yo mama warned you against.
The chips are down and the eviction show will be on TV later this evening. Will Maxwell survive the storm? I sure will keep y'all posted.
Ok, for those of you who have not been following the show,(where y'all been anyway?) here's the plot: 12 housemates were selected from 12 different African countries. One person gets evicted every week during the show that will span 98 days until the last man (or woman) left standing wins the prize; a whopping $100,000!!!!!!!!! (Imagine all you could do with all that money...and someone is going to get all that by simply waking up and sleeping and basically being themselves...life is so unfair. but anyway,)Three housemates have been shown the door out of the house living nine. Recently, however, a strange trend has emerged in the house. Back biting, gossiping and inflated egoism have become the order of the day. The most annoying aspect is the fact that some of the housemates that came up for eviction last week took umbrage because they hitherto, considered themselves "untouchable" Four bloody jokers who believe that the rest of the house and indeed Africa should kowtow to them because they "bring entertainment." These 4 are made up of an empty Ghanaian who cannot quite make up his mind about which country's accent to adopt; now sounding like an American, then like a drunk mexican and then when he gets carried away, he reverts to his unmistakable Ghanaian accent. This joke of a fellow spins the most fabulous yearns you can ever think of. He wants us to believe he has hung out with some of the major players in the world's entertainment sector. Ha! Yeah right! Then there's lerato from SA. This loud and foul-mouthed, overweight and ill-shaped slob thinks she is the best thing that has ever happened to the house nay, Africa. All this Bibendum (Remember him? The Michelin mascot?) look alike does is lay about the house, smoke cigarettes and talk down at other house mates. She determines (wishes) the pace in the house and shouts down any dissenting voice. She is a great manipulator of minds and several of the housemates defer to her every whim. She is a major player among the "untouchables" and she is palying the game to the fullest.
Next on this list is Max. This fool is so besotted with Lerato that he lets her push him around. His nomination for eviction shook the entire house and widened the cracks that already existed. Though he has tried to keep a straight face and play up an image of calmness and nonchalance all through the week, his attitude and body language betrays the turmoil he feels in his heart. If the messages on the website and the sms strap on TV are anything to go by, then his days in the house will probably end today. He along with his crew, "the untouchables" have generated so much ill-will from viewers and its beginning to look like Max will not only be voted out, but actually swept out of the house. Last on this list is Bertha. Now what can I say about this Zimbabwean? She started out playing the role of the archetypal miss-goodie-two-shoes with all the early morning prayers and reflections about "how she is not like the other girls" But she has since shed that toga and bared her fangs. She is a cold-blooded snitch who has a knack for hunting with the wolves and running with the sheep (not too sure I said that right but it would have to suffice lol) She has also dropped the holier than thou image for a careless role in the hay with Kweku, the americo-ghanaian (Ha!) She is currently playing both sides but is unaware that all the housemates can see through her. She is an absolute two-faced snake and is a clear example of the kind of friend yo mama warned you against.
The chips are down and the eviction show will be on TV later this evening. Will Maxwell survive the storm? I sure will keep y'all posted.
The Beginning!
Hey folks! I once wondered to me self where I could get a free space online to express me thots. then I stumbled upon this free blog space and here i am. you and I are going to have fun 2geda up in here as you are going to be reading stuff about me and d things I like doing...writing for one. We are going to have much fun up in here discussing a wide range of issues; educative, entertaining, controversial etc etc. I am new to blogging so feedback as to what you think I can add to make this place interesting will be highly appreciated. matter of fact, I am soliciting your feedbacks.
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