Music and Me

For some music is an art...
To be studied...to be appreciated.
A skill to be acquired.

For others its an expression...
In times of joy and sadness.
A song for every tear...for every laughter.

For some its a stimulant...
The beat, the tempo.
The rise and the fall.

And yet for some others its a solace...
A hiding place.
Far from the maddening world.

And for me?
Music is all these and more.
Lemme put it this way...
M is for the Memories each song brings.
U is for words Unspoken.
S is for when I need to fill the Silence.
I its my Inspiration.
C my Confidant...my friend.

To me music is a gift.
I thank God for music.

Are you bugged?

...Ever noticed how easy it is to take credit for accomplishments, great or small. And when its the reverse? There's a long line of "guilt takers"(who ofcourse are never on ground to defend themselves),both animate and inanimate at our disposal for chucking the blame.
Its a bug! Ubiquitous. Plaguing the young and old, literate and illiterate. Its no respecter of person.
...You think you are not infected?
Not so fast!
...Remember that day you were late for class and missed a test? What was your excuse again? "There was traffic on the road" or wait, was it that "your alarm didn't go off"? How easy it was to omit that you stayed up all night on "midnight call" with your "bobo", and as such woke up at 9:45, for a 10am class! (I've been guilty of this one, don't blame me, blame MTN:|).
...And when you make a bad business decision? Ofcourse "your workers are incompetent". And yes, Mr. Shogologobangoshe, your competitor; "how dare he think of the innovation before you did"?
...You're still a spinster at 35 because you're waiting for Mr."TDHR"(tall, dark, handsome and rich..yes the 'R' factor has been added), forgetting dat Mr."SAP"(short,albino and poor)sef is in short supply. You go for deliverance, casting and binding the witch in your village who has tied up your "Mr. Perfect"; or perharps more appropriately, your friend who has a TDHR fiancee that you are secretly coveting.(Ladies hold on to your men..girls are not smiling).
...As a self acclaimed caterer, you know you have zero culinary skills, yet you go on and open a "buka"...when customers rush 'Iya Basira's food' now..why? "She wash put"!
...How quick we are to blame "soponna" //shokpona// (god of small pox) for one misfortune or the other. Chai!, the deities have suffered.
...The saddest remains when we blame God. And what is His crime? Offering His Son as a sacrificial lamb for our sins?
When we blame others for our actions, we let them dictate the outcome of our lives, and you know how the saying goes..."Whoever plays the piper dictates the tune"...and dance to it you must!
So I'm thinking...why not make my own music? That way I get to dance when and how I want...doing "the jerk" one minute and "alanta" the next.
Fighting this bug means taking the reigns of my actions...
Yes I said it!...that's me taking the first step.

For the love of the BB

I recently discovered the joys of owning a smartphone (blackberry, Iphone and the likes) and frankly speaking if you haven't then you are missing.
Like Nigeria in the light of the PHCN strike, you are in the dark.
But jokes apart, this is a serious issue.
Over 50% of the country is in a blackout, save for the generator users.
In the words of one of my twitfam (that's how we refer to each other on twitter)
"PHCN don kidnap the light sha. How much do we have to pay in ransome?".
Now that is food for thought.
From the students writing exams who have to literally burn the midnight oil to study;
To workers who have to iron their clothes for work every morning;
To business owners who depend on electricity for the daily running of their facilities.
I'm talking about scenerios we can relate to;
The barber on the street,
The fashion designer on the corner,
The factory owners...all subjected to running their outfits with a generator.
But what of those who can't afford that luxury especially in this period where economic recession is at its peak.
All because the powers that be care more about furthering their ends, we have to pay one way or the other.
How does this affect me, you may ask?
As earlier said, I recently discovered the joys of using a smart phone (a BB in this case), some of which include: Social networking via twitter. With it comes news on the go courtesy updates from my ever compliant twitfam (trust me news travels at the speed of light with this bunch);
Internet service- for general and specific knowledge;
And basically enjoying a pleasant conversation with family, friends and associates.
Now lack of electricity equals inability to charge my phone which equals loss of contact with my informants around the world which I must confess leaves me slightly disgruntled.
I'm sure a lot of you out there can relate to this.
So please...to whom it may concern...
For the love of the BB...#LIGHTUPNIGERIA!!!

Twenties Guy

As a girl in her twenties, I am susceptible to the regular toasting
Boys who think they are men.
Men who act like boys.
And the ones who have struck a near balance.
But He, I'm yet to meet.
I call him my Twenties Guy.
He is big and strong...very cuddly to hug.
He is not the richest..but has drive and prospects.
He is not the finest...but has style and commands respect.
He is cultured and well mannered...just as fluent in English as his native tongue.
He calls me frequently each day...but not to the point of being a pest.
He creates time out of his busy schedule to see me...and let's his presence be felt when he can't.
He looks at me and knows my unvoiced fears...my biggest fan, he encourages me.
He teases me mercilessly when I commit a blunder...but never uses my insecurities against me.
He tends to me when I'm sick and listens intently to my ramblings.
He gives me a tongue lashing when I'm wrong...and a moment later draws me close.
He hurts me...but is man enough to accept his fault and right his wrongs.
He is committed to his faith...together we fast and pray.
He holds my hands and instantly I feel safe...arms linked he shows me off to his friends.
He asks for my advice...and respects my opinions.
He stands his ground...but not to the point of being domineering.
He doesn't play games with my heart...and stays committed even when our love is tried.
He buys me little gifts...and surprises me when I least expect it.
He delights in making me happy...and sings to me when I'm sad.
He is appreciative of my efforts...compliments me and makes me feel desired.
He looks at me...and without having to say a word I know he loves me.
I look at him and I know I'm home...where I belong.
He isn't perfect, but he is my Twenties Guy.

P.S:(This is subject to review when I'm in my thirties.)