I’m wary about these tags and was doing the slump-over-desk-wearing-a-somnolent-face thing then got curious about the sort of music I have on my PCs. I’ve got about 12gb worth, however, I mostly listen to music while driving (not enough relaxation time – I think I might have murdered sleep in my past life).
The rules…
1. Put Your iTunes/ Music player on Shuffle2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER WHAT
Tag 5 people
IF SOMEONE SAYS “IS THIS OKAY” YOU SAY?
Tired of being alone – Al Green
[this one na lie]
WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?
Thinking about your love – Kenny Thomas
[all that love dey fear me o]
WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?
(Some song I listed as Track 4) - Orlando Owoh
[whatever it says, I agree with Orlando’s chemical-induced comments]
HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?
Instant Replay - Dan Hartman
[no, no – too tired today]
WHAT IS YOUR LIFE’S PURPOSE?
Jam on it – Nucleus
[I need to find a loftier purpose, I think]
WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?
She’s gotta have it – Al Yankovich(‘s version of Shaggy’s It Wasn’t Me)
[no comment, omg!]
WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
Keep it coming – KC & The Sunshine Band
[even I get exhausted…]
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?
Bass In the Planet – Planet Rock
[probably true in a convoluted way]
WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
Hip Hop Hooray – Naughty By Nature
[na wa o]
WHAT IS 2+2?
Through the Years – Kenny rogers
[even I cannot put a spin on this]
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?
The Lion Sleeps Tonight – The Tokens
[if I had one, this would have been so true]
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Midnight Train to Georgia – Gladys Knight
[that song rocks – maybe it’s midnight train to t… (don’t ask)]
WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
Sweet Mother – Skepta (Rap Version)
[my mum would laugh herself into the ground at this]
WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
Second Time Around – Shalamar
[ain’t going to happen]
WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Do The Hustle – KC & The Sunshine Band
[ha. Chineke. This thing na oracle o]
WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
Coupe Bibamba – Awilo Longomba
[your guess is as good as mine]
WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
Just a touch of Love – Aurra
[been there, done it]
WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
Lucille – Kenny Rogers
[Allah seriki!!!]
WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
Ashikeke – George Jahra
[Ghanaian song - rythmic]
WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?
Instrumental – Nigeria National Anthem
[lol]
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
Stay Just A Little Bit Longer – Maurice Williams & The Zodiacs
[God forbid]
WHAT SHOULD YOU POST THIS AS?
Laffy Taffy - D4L
I tag Omosewa and Sherri (because I know they go under the radar with these tags and escape)
Wednesday, 2 July 2008
Tuesday, 24 June 2008
Goodbye Yesterday, Welcome today…
I remember the Nigeria Police Band singing that song to welcome back the Nigerian Commonwealth Games contingent at the then Ikeja airport many years ago. A song I find particularly melodious but have not been able to get the lyrics to it. If any of you smart ‘uns out there know the words please send them my way.
Yes, Lagos was interesting as usual. Some rest, a lot of noise (from electricity generating sets and vehicular horns and vocal chords that have had no modicum of training or temperance all their lives), to too much pounded yam and much more Star lager. Someone remind me to work on my gut.
The bane of the self-employed – I had spent my last week before travel and my first week on return on intensive work – and another few days just laughing my head off at the various comments about my last post: Inde, Afro, QomC, Standtall, ‘Sewa, Mommy, Fresh, Uzezi, Pink, Darkelcee, Allied, Doja, even In My Head… (that enigma), came out to play. I think I should go away more often. I miss you all ( I sound like a politician), well…some of you, I’m back now and will be doing the rounds and posting more often.
There, indeed, is broadband in Lagos as I was reminded and Laspapi even sports one in his bedroom, but if you knew the way he works, you would commend me for the courage of being able to kick him off his laptop the few times I had to check my office mail; and you will never catch me at an internet café. I would have taken Darkelcee’s invite to use hers, but she did not give directions…
Yes, Lagos was interesting as usual. Some rest, a lot of noise (from electricity generating sets and vehicular horns and vocal chords that have had no modicum of training or temperance all their lives), to too much pounded yam and much more Star lager. Someone remind me to work on my gut.
The bane of the self-employed – I had spent my last week before travel and my first week on return on intensive work – and another few days just laughing my head off at the various comments about my last post: Inde, Afro, QomC, Standtall, ‘Sewa, Mommy, Fresh, Uzezi, Pink, Darkelcee, Allied, Doja, even In My Head… (that enigma), came out to play. I think I should go away more often. I miss you all ( I sound like a politician), well…some of you, I’m back now and will be doing the rounds and posting more often.
There, indeed, is broadband in Lagos as I was reminded and Laspapi even sports one in his bedroom, but if you knew the way he works, you would commend me for the courage of being able to kick him off his laptop the few times I had to check my office mail; and you will never catch me at an internet café. I would have taken Darkelcee’s invite to use hers, but she did not give directions…
Monday, 12 May 2008
A Present For Aijay
I had wanted to do this for about seven months now, ever since I started blogging, however, time and events always seemed to conspire to put it on the back burner.
You know how you see people's 'names' on blogville and you sort of know them by their comments and with where they visit, Aijay was one I was reminded of by frequently seeing a car drive by with a personalised registration that closely matches her name although I had never been to her blog pages before today and our paths did not cross on blogville.
Again, a few weeks ago, I saw a post by someone I cannot now recollect, asking 'where is Aijay?', and I was reminded to write this. It took this long because the car would not 'sit still' until a couple of weeks ago when I went to make some purchases at Staples the stationers, and i saw it parked. Took a quick picture with my phone, and now, here we are Aijay, a present for you.
You know how you see people's 'names' on blogville and you sort of know them by their comments and with where they visit, Aijay was one I was reminded of by frequently seeing a car drive by with a personalised registration that closely matches her name although I had never been to her blog pages before today and our paths did not cross on blogville.
Again, a few weeks ago, I saw a post by someone I cannot now recollect, asking 'where is Aijay?', and I was reminded to write this. It took this long because the car would not 'sit still' until a couple of weeks ago when I went to make some purchases at Staples the stationers, and i saw it parked. Took a quick picture with my phone, and now, here we are Aijay, a present for you.
Tuesday, 6 May 2008
I Met A Bird
So it was bank holiday weekend. It also happened to be one of those weeks when I realised I was not being productive, only marking time. I was looking forward to the holiday (only in the UK would one look forward to a one day holiday with so much craving).
So I carried myself to Switzerland for the weekend, did a jiggle between Geneva and Lausanne, even found time on Saturday to make a boat trip across Lake Léman into Evian in France (the weather was not bad and the view good – snow-capped mountains and all),
where I met a bird, as I was sitting by a mobile snack stall with a couple of friends, having a beer, ice cream, apple juice, water and burgers, in no particular order.
The bird flirted outrageously with me, her friend very close by. I wondered to myself: how times change. Look at me sitting down with an indulgent smile on my face, doing nothing but enjoying the attention all the same. Had this happened years ago in Lagos, the bird would already be on her back, or in my hands.
What is it with these birds in the West that they do not appear to have a fear of man, I wonder?
So I carried myself to Switzerland for the weekend, did a jiggle between Geneva and Lausanne, even found time on Saturday to make a boat trip across Lake Léman into Evian in France (the weather was not bad and the view good – snow-capped mountains and all),
where I met a bird, as I was sitting by a mobile snack stall with a couple of friends, having a beer, ice cream, apple juice, water and burgers, in no particular order.
The bird flirted outrageously with me, her friend very close by. I wondered to myself: how times change. Look at me sitting down with an indulgent smile on my face, doing nothing but enjoying the attention all the same. Had this happened years ago in Lagos, the bird would already be on her back, or in my hands.
What is it with these birds in the West that they do not appear to have a fear of man, I wonder?
Monday, 28 April 2008
Tagged...
I was tagged by guerreiranigeriana to do this. I had not intended to be involved in any tagging because they reveal too much unless one decides not to be truthful, but being sure no man has ever said no to guerreiranigeriana, I do not intend to be the first.
The rules:
1. Link the person who tagged you - just did
2. Mention the rules in your blog - doing that right now
3. Tell 6 unspectacular quirks of yours - OMG!
4. Tag 6 following bloggers by linking them - the fun part, but how do I know who's been tagged before?
5. Leave a comment on each of the tagged blogger’s blogs letting them know they’ve been tagged - with pleasure
1. In public places, I always sit at the back or with my back to the wall, except when not possible: in church, in restaurants, seminars, parties. I like to see what's going on and am paranoid about people just walking up behind me
2. I dont like surprises (a spinoff from 1.) - no matter how pleasant, they make me apprehensive. If you're buying me a Lear Jet, just tell me, dont take me to the hanger to show me (chances are I will refuse to go with you anyway)
3. I dislike guessing games. Dont call me and ask: 'guess who's speaking?' Dont ask me to guess who you met on the way to work today (for crying out loud, there are 65 million people in the UK today and counting)
4. I think women look much sexier dressed than undressed. Nothing like a well-dressed woman to get the juices flowing and you thinking about tearing her dress off
5. I like cars. When I become a millionaire, I'll probably have 20
6. The sound of children playing always fills me with bliss
That's me done.
I tag lighty; sherri;; sha; omosewa; darkelcee; tobenna
The rules:
1. Link the person who tagged you - just did
2. Mention the rules in your blog - doing that right now
3. Tell 6 unspectacular quirks of yours - OMG!
4. Tag 6 following bloggers by linking them - the fun part, but how do I know who's been tagged before?
5. Leave a comment on each of the tagged blogger’s blogs letting them know they’ve been tagged - with pleasure
1. In public places, I always sit at the back or with my back to the wall, except when not possible: in church, in restaurants, seminars, parties. I like to see what's going on and am paranoid about people just walking up behind me
2. I dont like surprises (a spinoff from 1.) - no matter how pleasant, they make me apprehensive. If you're buying me a Lear Jet, just tell me, dont take me to the hanger to show me (chances are I will refuse to go with you anyway)
3. I dislike guessing games. Dont call me and ask: 'guess who's speaking?' Dont ask me to guess who you met on the way to work today (for crying out loud, there are 65 million people in the UK today and counting)
4. I think women look much sexier dressed than undressed. Nothing like a well-dressed woman to get the juices flowing and you thinking about tearing her dress off
5. I like cars. When I become a millionaire, I'll probably have 20
6. The sound of children playing always fills me with bliss
That's me done.
I tag lighty; sherri;; sha; omosewa; darkelcee; tobenna
Wednesday, 23 April 2008
To Marry Or Not?
It seems to me there is one seemingly never-ending season of nuptials going on, which leads me to wonder at the veracity of the institution. I’ve been there, done it and can tell you it’s one of the few acceptable modes of procreation (and, in a some cases, breeding). Some people claim companionship, however many individuals end up being more lonely in a marriage than out of one, so I will not include that point. Others claim love, something that is so relative and so totally subjective, it is impossible to adequately define.
For a man, being in his 30's and financially secure is not necessarily a prerequisite for marriage, and the fact that he does not propose to a woman does not mean he wants to play the field, he may simply find marriage to be a scary commitment, especially if he lives in the west where wives are wont to kick their husbands out of the marital home.
I do have to be honest, though, in saying that there are some axis a man would revolve around which are not conducive to being single, especially big money circles. Men here tend to believe that the support of a good (‘good’ being the operative word) woman is essential for a man’s stability of mind and coolness of head. But where will you find a ‘good’ woman that will stay sweet? That will not transform into Cruella Deville? That special woman who will not change after she digs her talons into you? Don’t get me wrong, I swear they’re out there, they just seem to be very good at hiding.
For most people all over the world, marriage is seen as a sort of progress marker and in some cases, their partners as accessories to be shown off for their worth and their looks, not for the companionship and lifelong partnership they're supposed to provide. Again, at a certain stage in life, a single woman faces an uphill task, so the itch for marriage starts in their 20’s (bearing in mind women are a lot more mature than men of the same age, anyway).
Women seem to see more romance in the wedding ceremony than men. Of course, they also look for a good man to share the marriage with, but here’s the crunch, they’re not as fearful when getting into a committed relationship as men. Indeed, women have been known to point out the male fear of commitment as a sign of immaturity. The concept of a ‘good’ man also seems to change from that of a ‘good’ woman – secure, confident, it helps if he is solvent, a bonus if he is a romantic. Does that man exist? If he is, does he enjoy being a playa? Has he already been snagged?
For a man, being in his 30's and financially secure is not necessarily a prerequisite for marriage, and the fact that he does not propose to a woman does not mean he wants to play the field, he may simply find marriage to be a scary commitment, especially if he lives in the west where wives are wont to kick their husbands out of the marital home.
I do have to be honest, though, in saying that there are some axis a man would revolve around which are not conducive to being single, especially big money circles. Men here tend to believe that the support of a good (‘good’ being the operative word) woman is essential for a man’s stability of mind and coolness of head. But where will you find a ‘good’ woman that will stay sweet? That will not transform into Cruella Deville? That special woman who will not change after she digs her talons into you? Don’t get me wrong, I swear they’re out there, they just seem to be very good at hiding.
For most people all over the world, marriage is seen as a sort of progress marker and in some cases, their partners as accessories to be shown off for their worth and their looks, not for the companionship and lifelong partnership they're supposed to provide. Again, at a certain stage in life, a single woman faces an uphill task, so the itch for marriage starts in their 20’s (bearing in mind women are a lot more mature than men of the same age, anyway).
Women seem to see more romance in the wedding ceremony than men. Of course, they also look for a good man to share the marriage with, but here’s the crunch, they’re not as fearful when getting into a committed relationship as men. Indeed, women have been known to point out the male fear of commitment as a sign of immaturity. The concept of a ‘good’ man also seems to change from that of a ‘good’ woman – secure, confident, it helps if he is solvent, a bonus if he is a romantic. Does that man exist? If he is, does he enjoy being a playa? Has he already been snagged?
Wednesday, 9 April 2008
End of Days?
Not too long ago, I received a flyer from the Border and Immigration Agency of the Home Office, to the effect that from February 29, companies that employ illegal immigrants would be committing a big offence which carries a hefty fine. Companies are expected to confirm immigration status before employing, a practice that unfortunately gives too much power to the occasional bigot in human resources.
I have also recently come across TV and newspaper adverts proclaiming the vileness and criminality of illegal immigration. On January 28 Channel 4 News reported “a huge increase in foreign arrestees throughout the UK. Police forces throughout Britain are at ‘bursting point’ as they struggle to cope with an influx of migrants…”
Between 2003 and 2006, the Metropolitan Police (covering the London area) reported a 49% increase in arrests of illegal immigrants; Hertfordshire 61%; South Yorkshire 65%; Gwent (Gwent? Where the heck is Gwent, for crying out loud?) 673% (no, it's not a typo - 673%). It appears that illegal immigrants that moved to rural areas because the authorities there seemed more ‘gentle’ are now flocking back to seek the anonymity of the metropolis.
I discussed this trend with some friends, the general consensus being that since Britain opened up to Eastern Europe and Polish, Slovak, Bulgarian, Romanian, etc. migrants came in offering cheaper labour, illegal immigrants are no longer tolerated. One dissenting voice said even the Polish are returning home as the golden fleece now seems well and truly jaded.
The above argument does not work for me though. How about across the pond in the US? Most of their police forces are now undertaking ICE (Immigration Control and Enforcement) courses, which they would not have touched with a barge pole a couple of years ago, even those that resisted it before have signed up with a resultant backlog of 92 forces awaiting their turn. The new policy seems to target their Latino population across huges swathes of Texas, LA, Arizona and Florida. Some forces such as those in Houston now verify the immigration status of anyone they stop, even a traffic stop for a broken tail light.
What is going on?
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