There’s a reason God keeps me here. I don’t know what it is yet and he ain’t talking yet but I’m gonna keep bugging him until he talks. I got his number on speed dial so if he plans on getting any sleep he’d better start talking fast. Ok he doesn’t sleep, but you know what I mean…
I was going to catch a Movie at Nu Metro. Kinda impromptu, but Coco suggested it and nobody turns Coco down. Mess with Miss Coco at your own risk mehn. (That’s not her real name but her forehead is harder than Badagry Coconut you dig?)
I’m not about to mess around and get a head butt or nuthink like that plus she’s a lot of Fun, hadn’t seen her in a hot minute all that sha. She’s good people.
The arrangement was she’ll drive down to my Casa, drop her Car, and we’ll take mine.
First, I don’t trust her driving. She drives like a Maniac, My Life Insurance isn’t up to scratch, and she plays Madonna cd’s all day long in her car. Somebody please suggest a quicker way to drive a guy round the bend.
So, she gets to my Estate, she had to go see a friend down my street, talk talk…you know how Women be right? I’m ready, impatiently drumming on the steering wheel, I’ve got Asa’s banging track 3 “Bibanke” on repeat till the second coming, I spy a mosquito, I try to kill it the little bastid escapes, I’m glancing at my watch, two black birds fly by, I hope they don’t drop bird shit on my freshly waxed car, I wait some more, I finally see her sashaying towards me ope o .Let’s roll.
We drive down to the gate, it’s late evening, beautiful Saturday sunset, I’m fly like an insect, fresh to death, GQ type casual gear you know how I be…lol I’m feeling alright.
Right by the edge of the road I see my neighbor’s house girl Ekaette. (Okay maybe that’s not her name but she be like Ekaete. Sue me shio!!) A Black Infinity SUV pulls up next to her. She smiles and hops in in one single fluid move. Yup, you bet your Mortgage I was curious so va vroom I level up next to the car just for a look see. It’s another Neighbors Driver Thad.. Okayee, I guess Thaddeus is getting some tonight. Hold on Dude’s a grown ass man and supposed to have kids I guess Ekaette isn’t very fussy. Wetin even consain me for the matter sef. Shey? I comot face.
I’m undecided whether to buy some Fuel at the VGC petrol station, with all the contaminated fuel being imported in recent weeks. I decide to move on. I’m trying to make a turn
Coco says “Kunle the guy in front of you has a Gun”
I turned to her, ready to say some smart-ass comment like “your forehead is scarier than a Gun”
Just as I opened my mouth ….Rat tat tat tat.
My internal processor speed must have been at an all time low. It took two seconds to process the information.
Coin finally drops.
That looks a helluva lot like the Gun in the Terminator movie…..
The mofo with the Gun is right in front of me eyeballing me……
I’m staring at the business end of an automatic assault riffle. (Somebody please slap me right now please! Thanks.)
Okay, Mumu period over. Gear in R, 180 degree turn, tyres screeching, Dust swirling, I made it to the other side of the road dong 120 miles an hour.
I realize I’m going the wrong direction so I turn back we decide to go back into VGC at least it’s safe…Yeah where have I heard that before?
The security guys at VGC had taken off their uniforms faster than a Thai hooker and fled.(Somebody call Guinness we got us here a new world record)
I saw a lady abandon her soccer mom type Minivan and make a dash for the bush. I’m not too sure if she left her kids in the car or not. An elderly gentleman with the a pot belly the size of the famous Afikpo Calabash left his driver in the car and was running zig zag like a demon was snapping at his heels. Wallahi if it wasn’t so serious it woulda been funny.
In the meantime, I’m as cool as a freezer. Calmly plotting plan B. Asa croons “bo jo ban ro/ fimi sile” on my CD player
I hit the road again, head back into my Estate, I see the same Black SUV at the other side of the road. the Car’s a complete wreck. There goes Ekaete’s date, and maybe Thaddeus’s Job. Oh well.
Everywhere is strangely calm, not a sound. I’m at my Estate Gate blaring my horn.
Where the Devil are the security guards?
I see a black face peep out of the little guard house.
He walks awkwardly towards the gate. (You know that Naija home video gateman walk…)
Then he stops right in the middle. He has this “deer caught in headlights” look
He pats his trousers. He’s left the keys. Or worse he’s lost it.
I see the bloody mosquito again. It’s too cold for it. Bastid disappears under the seat again.
Ms Coco is shouting Jesus Jesus.
Hey! Stop it already. His saving grace/ response time isn’t proportional to how loud you shout his name duh!!!
Another guard comes out with the right keys. I can see his hands trembling.
Mo gbe o!!!! These are the guys we pay a hefty service charge for…
Open the bloody gate man!! I’m preparing my riots act speech.
Gate finally opens I drive in. I open the Door, then hell fire erupts…
Rat tat tat tat tat... Rat tat tat. (Omo this one no be police o. Police guns go Pao, Pao)
I saw Ms Coco hit the floor. The security guard leaves the gate wide open and runs for dear life. Were oshi.
Shit!! I got my cream Armani suede shoes on. I take a quick look at the floor. Damn it’s dirty. I hesitate…. (abeg land me another slap).
The shots seem to get closer fo’real like in the movies.
I’m on the floor lol. Crawling to my house.
Ms Coco beats me to the my door. I’m wondering has she done this before?
Shit!! I forgot my keys in the Car.(This time bulala/koboko required on my booty walahi)
I crawl back, all the way to the car pick the keys, bullets whistling past my head… okay not really but you sha get the point? The guns were louder than a mofoa.
I’m back in the house, all the lights are off, sitting on the floor ( In retrospect did I think I was more at risk sitting on the settee?) Abeg free me. I felt safer on the floor right there and then. lol.
I’m trying to text my family across the road at VGC to stay home and not go anywhere.
Have you ever tried texting with gunfire in the background? No, I don’t mean from your Home theater’s surround sound watching Matrix reloaded. I’m talking some Shina Rambo type real mofoa letting loose. My brain froze mehn… I couldn’t spell nada.
An hour later and one bazillion spent cartridges later, we all emerged from all the koro’s (dark corners) in our houses, I can imagine some grown ass men will be under the Bed or something. At least na only siddon I siddon for floor.
We all started trading horror stories. From the Believable to the ahem Cough…. Em far fetched.
Mr.Celtel that story about 3 Girls in micro-mini, and Standard Israeli Army Issue Uzi Submachine guns shaking down a Bank at Yaba was a bit ‘em well you know,.. I mean C’mon dude! Did they wear halter tops too? Plus you had a glint in your eye when you were narrating the tales by moonlight story and your wife was there. Fantasies are what they are. Fantasies. If you keep that up you’ll have to sing for your Burnt Dinner every night. Ask Paul Mc cartney.
I haven’t seen Eka / Thaddeus since.
All in all God came through for me yet again. I’m so thankful.
A day in the life.
I still need to figure out what to do with my shoes….
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Friday, February 15, 2008
Gingerbread Man
Okay so City beat Man United, and the Arse are now on top of the league (for now) Big deal. Ya’ll stop gloating already. You haven’t won the dzammed thing yet. Not by a long shot. I was quite disgusted by the performance tho’. City truly deserved the Win. I’ve always said Rooney was the Engine of that team Ronaldo just takes the shine. Oh well…
What made it worse, I crossed over to Ikoyi to watch the Match at my Cousin Bola’s. he’s an Arsenal fan and wallahi, I shoulda known better. After the second goal, I saw hell. Nothing on earth pleases Arsenal fans than to see United falter. Ok, Footie Rant over.
Other than Footie, it was a cool day. Got the Mandatory Yabs which was is default with Older Siblings/Cousins. Reminisced about the good old days when I was young and innocent (* Seriously!! I swear I once was innocent hehehe*) I was the last child in the house and I got tormented constantly.
I remember all those years I had to dress up in some ridiculous Costumes for the West Indian Carnival. Why did the planning of the dzamned thing always have to be at our house. The height of it all was one year they got me dressed up like a …Wait for this… a Zebra. Haba!!! Black and white Stripes and a bloody tail. Hehehe. My Auntie still has pictures of this..em embarrasment and keeps it safe from me lol. I’m sure she wants to show my kids.
One small Confession I was scared of the Gingerbread man. Honestly I was petrified of the dzamned thing. I couldn’t get the Bed time story of the Gingerbread man jumping out the Oven in the old woman’s Kitchen out of my head, So anytime Momsy baked Gingerbread men, Omo, I’m so out of the Kitchen at top speed.(Ehen, so nothing dey fear you when you dey small? Sorry o. Superman).
Meanwhile, normally I’d be in the kitchen popping stuff in my mouth, begging for tidbits, eating burnt scones, Jamaican Fried Ackees, (Highly poisonous if you don’t wait for it to pop) sweetmeats, …whatever and essentially just horsing around, but the moment I hear it’s Gingerbread Man getting baked I get scared sockless.
There was this one day, My brothers were eating in the Bedroom (Not allowed Momsy will read you the Riots act or worse if she sees you). Anyway sha , they were eating and I just sneaked into the room grabbed all their meat in their plates and made a dash for the living room. Double Jeopardy for them. They couldn’t run after me, Momsy would know they’ve been eating in the room =Wahala. They couldn’t touch me, I’d tell on them =Wahala.
So, there I was Smiling like the little Imp that I was, and My Brothers had this Evil glint in their eyes. Like I cared right? Abeeg. Nothing do me.
Later on in the Evening, shey me I had forgotten about my earlier antics, and my Brothers had memories like elephants hehehe…I had gotten into all sorts of trouble that day that I didn’t get punished for. I broke a Set of Wine Glasses which somehow my Cousin was blamed for lol (I’m EVILLLL). I turned on the Gas Knob in the Kitchen, (Honestly I didn’t do it mom!!!), Tried flushing my Plastic Alligator down the toilet. ( You people are grown up, You should always monitor you baby Brother You know he’s just a Child!!!!!). Mehn My Siblings were Livid. And there i was, Smiling, Smelling fresh like Baby Powder lol.
Sha, my parents went out and left my Sister instructions. I should be bathed and tucked in at 7pm, No Cartoons, No Rupert the Bear(My Fav Show) no “I can’t sleep there’s monsters”…. Nada.
A few minutes after 7:00pm I woke up and started screaming “I’m hungry”. Of course whenever I wanted attention, the whole world must stop and listen. So My Cousin Pauline says “don’t worry Kunle, I’ll fix you something” I went to the Sitting room, whilst Pauline was busy throwing down in the kitchen. I noticed a lot of whisperings and sly smiles, nothing doing. Na today? .Michael Jackson’s “Off the Wall” was playing on the turntable. A part of me was getting suspicious though. They were too nice, heck they even let me watch Telly. Okayyy…..
My Sister goes ever so sweetly “Kunle Dear your food is in the kitchen” So I strutted there thinking to myself “I hope it’s not Oats” I hated Quaker oats with a passion. I didn’t bother. Shebi if it’s Quaker oats I’ll just scream some more ‘till they fix something else.
I sha entered the kitchen looked round like the Emperor of the Family. Where is the food now? Then I turned and I saw the round head, saw the Currant Eyes the nose and the mouth….Oh no, it’s the Gingerbread Man!!!!!!!! As I opened my mouth to scream, somebody (Still not sure ‘till today who) but sha maybe my Brother (I strongly suspect him lol) flicked of the kitchen light and locked the door with the Key.
I was in the big dark kitchen with my Nemesis the Gingerbread man (GBM). At that point I stopped being scared. I was beyond scared. I started hallucinating. Mr.GBM jumped up and started dancing on the Kitchen Table singing along to Wacko Jacko
“Power oh Power Is the force the vow
That make it happen
It ask no question why oohh
So get closer( *Closer ke?You and who*)
To my body”
In my mind the idiot Gingerbread man was doing all those MJ moves.
“Keep on with the force
Don’t stop
Don’t stop ‘till you get enough
Keep on with the force
Don’t stop ‘till you get enough”
I was beginning to get mildly entertained when I imagined the Fox in the dark, grinning evilly at me.
“I’m melting,
I’m melting now,
like hot candle wax”
Then the door opens and my Sister switches on the light(Thanks Sis).And the Fox Disappears, and I eat the Gingerbread man, with a cuppa hot Chocolate(Shio! I dey fear no mean say I no fit chop am. I no fit kill Chicken even till now but watch me devour the breast baby lol) and I went to Bed.
A day in the life.
What made it worse, I crossed over to Ikoyi to watch the Match at my Cousin Bola’s. he’s an Arsenal fan and wallahi, I shoulda known better. After the second goal, I saw hell. Nothing on earth pleases Arsenal fans than to see United falter. Ok, Footie Rant over.
Other than Footie, it was a cool day. Got the Mandatory Yabs which was is default with Older Siblings/Cousins. Reminisced about the good old days when I was young and innocent (* Seriously!! I swear I once was innocent hehehe*) I was the last child in the house and I got tormented constantly.
I remember all those years I had to dress up in some ridiculous Costumes for the West Indian Carnival. Why did the planning of the dzamned thing always have to be at our house. The height of it all was one year they got me dressed up like a …Wait for this… a Zebra. Haba!!! Black and white Stripes and a bloody tail. Hehehe. My Auntie still has pictures of this..em embarrasment and keeps it safe from me lol. I’m sure she wants to show my kids.
One small Confession I was scared of the Gingerbread man. Honestly I was petrified of the dzamned thing. I couldn’t get the Bed time story of the Gingerbread man jumping out the Oven in the old woman’s Kitchen out of my head, So anytime Momsy baked Gingerbread men, Omo, I’m so out of the Kitchen at top speed.(Ehen, so nothing dey fear you when you dey small? Sorry o. Superman).
Meanwhile, normally I’d be in the kitchen popping stuff in my mouth, begging for tidbits, eating burnt scones, Jamaican Fried Ackees, (Highly poisonous if you don’t wait for it to pop) sweetmeats, …whatever and essentially just horsing around, but the moment I hear it’s Gingerbread Man getting baked I get scared sockless.
There was this one day, My brothers were eating in the Bedroom (Not allowed Momsy will read you the Riots act or worse if she sees you). Anyway sha , they were eating and I just sneaked into the room grabbed all their meat in their plates and made a dash for the living room. Double Jeopardy for them. They couldn’t run after me, Momsy would know they’ve been eating in the room =Wahala. They couldn’t touch me, I’d tell on them =Wahala.
So, there I was Smiling like the little Imp that I was, and My Brothers had this Evil glint in their eyes. Like I cared right? Abeeg. Nothing do me.
Later on in the Evening, shey me I had forgotten about my earlier antics, and my Brothers had memories like elephants hehehe…I had gotten into all sorts of trouble that day that I didn’t get punished for. I broke a Set of Wine Glasses which somehow my Cousin was blamed for lol (I’m EVILLLL). I turned on the Gas Knob in the Kitchen, (Honestly I didn’t do it mom!!!), Tried flushing my Plastic Alligator down the toilet. ( You people are grown up, You should always monitor you baby Brother You know he’s just a Child!!!!!). Mehn My Siblings were Livid. And there i was, Smiling, Smelling fresh like Baby Powder lol.
Sha, my parents went out and left my Sister instructions. I should be bathed and tucked in at 7pm, No Cartoons, No Rupert the Bear(My Fav Show) no “I can’t sleep there’s monsters”…. Nada.
A few minutes after 7:00pm I woke up and started screaming “I’m hungry”. Of course whenever I wanted attention, the whole world must stop and listen. So My Cousin Pauline says “don’t worry Kunle, I’ll fix you something” I went to the Sitting room, whilst Pauline was busy throwing down in the kitchen. I noticed a lot of whisperings and sly smiles, nothing doing. Na today? .Michael Jackson’s “Off the Wall” was playing on the turntable. A part of me was getting suspicious though. They were too nice, heck they even let me watch Telly. Okayyy…..
My Sister goes ever so sweetly “Kunle Dear your food is in the kitchen” So I strutted there thinking to myself “I hope it’s not Oats” I hated Quaker oats with a passion. I didn’t bother. Shebi if it’s Quaker oats I’ll just scream some more ‘till they fix something else.
I sha entered the kitchen looked round like the Emperor of the Family. Where is the food now? Then I turned and I saw the round head, saw the Currant Eyes the nose and the mouth….Oh no, it’s the Gingerbread Man!!!!!!!! As I opened my mouth to scream, somebody (Still not sure ‘till today who) but sha maybe my Brother (I strongly suspect him lol) flicked of the kitchen light and locked the door with the Key.
I was in the big dark kitchen with my Nemesis the Gingerbread man (GBM). At that point I stopped being scared. I was beyond scared. I started hallucinating. Mr.GBM jumped up and started dancing on the Kitchen Table singing along to Wacko Jacko
“Power oh Power Is the force the vow
That make it happen
It ask no question why oohh
So get closer( *Closer ke?You and who*)
To my body”
In my mind the idiot Gingerbread man was doing all those MJ moves.
“Keep on with the force
Don’t stop
Don’t stop ‘till you get enough
Keep on with the force
Don’t stop ‘till you get enough”
I was beginning to get mildly entertained when I imagined the Fox in the dark, grinning evilly at me.
“I’m melting,
I’m melting now,
like hot candle wax”
Then the door opens and my Sister switches on the light(Thanks Sis).And the Fox Disappears, and I eat the Gingerbread man, with a cuppa hot Chocolate(Shio! I dey fear no mean say I no fit chop am. I no fit kill Chicken even till now but watch me devour the breast baby lol) and I went to Bed.
A day in the life.
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Dance with my Father
For all those times I didn’t know you and you were still there watching me
For all those times I called you a concept and you still smiled
For all those times I called those who knew you Muppets and you didn’t get mad
For making the effort to get my attention when I needed you most
For being Daddy to me when Pops zoomed off
For telling me everything is gonna be okay
For all those times when I lacked and you said “Stay down Son” Just a while longer
Then turning around and blessing my socks off.
For all those long conversations in the a.m…
Then I’ll walk around the whole day glowing
Feeling I can walk on Water, Walk through Walls, maybe even Fly kick anyone who looks at me funny…okay, maybe not.
For your Sense of Humour
Giving me things I don’t deserve, I swear I can hear you laughing when their Jaws drop and they turn Green with envy. ...Like Cucumbers
For taking out time from Darfur and the Middle East Crises and Iraq and all the other Donuts killing each other to remind me about little things like eating right, taking my Vitamins, eating fruits and Veggies …I still don’t like Cucumbers
For spoiling me silly.
For your protection all the time and keeping me from getting roughed up or worse even though I’ve got a motor mouth.
For pulling out all the stops when I do get into trouble. You come get me out just like the movies.
For still being you even when I turn my back from you
For the times I disobeyed your specific instructions …. of course I always have a better idea silly me.
For being there when I come running back to you after I’ve gotten burnt
For showing me the difference between things I should pray about and things I should Man up and go do by my own dzammed self.
For telling me to read my “User’s Manual” for how to make ME work. Not just on Sundays in church.
For this special relationship we have.
For seeing me through to my 31st Birthday.
For being my Daddy.
And if you didn't know by now, i'm talking about my Heavenly Daddy.
Thank you Jesus.
For all those times I called you a concept and you still smiled
For all those times I called those who knew you Muppets and you didn’t get mad
For making the effort to get my attention when I needed you most
For being Daddy to me when Pops zoomed off
For telling me everything is gonna be okay
For all those times when I lacked and you said “Stay down Son” Just a while longer
Then turning around and blessing my socks off.
For all those long conversations in the a.m…
Then I’ll walk around the whole day glowing
Feeling I can walk on Water, Walk through Walls, maybe even Fly kick anyone who looks at me funny…okay, maybe not.
For your Sense of Humour
Giving me things I don’t deserve, I swear I can hear you laughing when their Jaws drop and they turn Green with envy. ...Like Cucumbers
For taking out time from Darfur and the Middle East Crises and Iraq and all the other Donuts killing each other to remind me about little things like eating right, taking my Vitamins, eating fruits and Veggies …I still don’t like Cucumbers
For spoiling me silly.
For your protection all the time and keeping me from getting roughed up or worse even though I’ve got a motor mouth.
For pulling out all the stops when I do get into trouble. You come get me out just like the movies.
For still being you even when I turn my back from you
For the times I disobeyed your specific instructions …. of course I always have a better idea silly me.
For being there when I come running back to you after I’ve gotten burnt
For showing me the difference between things I should pray about and things I should Man up and go do by my own dzammed self.
For telling me to read my “User’s Manual” for how to make ME work. Not just on Sundays in church.
For this special relationship we have.
For seeing me through to my 31st Birthday.
For being my Daddy.
And if you didn't know by now, i'm talking about my Heavenly Daddy.
Thank you Jesus.
Friday, January 25, 2008
January
25 Days into the New year and it’s my first post. I’m so irresponsible. Someborry please go get Koboko.(Horse Whip) I’ve turned my Butt. Already. Yeah! Right there. …Yeah baby .I’ve been a naughty Boy lol.
I took a well deserved holiday over the Christmas period even though I was initially as Broke as the United States (ouch!!!). God came through for me as he always does….
I’m a sinful mofo but he still loves me to bits.
Lot’s of things happened in December. Good times, not so good times, so basically most of the time I’m deliriously happy and on some rare nights I cry. Shio! Sorry Mr. Macho who no dey cry. Abeg make I hear word. Anyway sha all in all it’s been all good.
January has been, well, January. Everyone’s broke, Everywhere is dusty. The dust is doing me head in. It’s everywhere, I taste it on my tongue when I talk, you get to dust your house three times a day, wash your car in as many times or else it’ll look like you just came through the Dakar Rally or something. Visibility is poor at night, long story short I hate the Harmattan. And all of ya’ll talking about the coolness go get some Air-conditioning or something. Jeez.
Is it me or is Blogville getting emptier by the day? I guess people got bored of the whole thing.
The Naija match is today. After getting trashed by Drogba’s boys should I even bother watching tonight’s match? Or should I retreat into the fantasy world of Fifa 08? (Thanks Lil for the upgrade. 08 “Be a player” Rawks.). Or maybe I should just get some much needed R&R, Listen to music.
The Jay Z Album American Gangster is pure dope. Grown ass Joint. I find myself listening to the whole joint without skipping a track. Well, okay maybe “Hello Brooklyn” with Weezy was a bit ehm.. Asthmatic lol but a very solid Album all the same.
My girl Mary J’s Growing pains is a Solid “must listen to” Album too. She’s happier on this Joint and sometimes it’s crossover-ish with some tracks reminding me of “One”.(Which was pretty decent too). Especially “Peace” which sounds quite Sub-Urban White without a trace of the New-York Projects….except you listen hard lol. Solid song tho’.
My all round fav in this joint is “Stay Down”. It’s easily the best song in this Album and it sounds even better when you’re driving at night. Seriously!!! I no dey joke. If you’re over 25 you’ll love this track. Unless you’re in a bad situ like 36 inches( I love you girl. Keep your head up).
Weezy’s Album is over-rated. Kanye’s is Solid, Common is Solid, 50 cents is trash.(I threw the mofo out my window. Thank God I copped the Bootleg.)
How about Some Catholic Nuns running a charity. They go from Company to company collecting donations for under-privileged kids at Christmas. Turns out the whole thing was a damned scam. I shouldn’t go there right? But na bad thing now.
What kind of Nun wears Authentic Mahnolo Blahnik Slippers anyway?
There. I’ve said it. So R you can kiss my chocolate flavored ass lol…
I took a well deserved holiday over the Christmas period even though I was initially as Broke as the United States (ouch!!!). God came through for me as he always does….
I’m a sinful mofo but he still loves me to bits.
Lot’s of things happened in December. Good times, not so good times, so basically most of the time I’m deliriously happy and on some rare nights I cry. Shio! Sorry Mr. Macho who no dey cry. Abeg make I hear word. Anyway sha all in all it’s been all good.
January has been, well, January. Everyone’s broke, Everywhere is dusty. The dust is doing me head in. It’s everywhere, I taste it on my tongue when I talk, you get to dust your house three times a day, wash your car in as many times or else it’ll look like you just came through the Dakar Rally or something. Visibility is poor at night, long story short I hate the Harmattan. And all of ya’ll talking about the coolness go get some Air-conditioning or something. Jeez.
Is it me or is Blogville getting emptier by the day? I guess people got bored of the whole thing.
The Naija match is today. After getting trashed by Drogba’s boys should I even bother watching tonight’s match? Or should I retreat into the fantasy world of Fifa 08? (Thanks Lil for the upgrade. 08 “Be a player” Rawks.). Or maybe I should just get some much needed R&R, Listen to music.
The Jay Z Album American Gangster is pure dope. Grown ass Joint. I find myself listening to the whole joint without skipping a track. Well, okay maybe “Hello Brooklyn” with Weezy was a bit ehm.. Asthmatic lol but a very solid Album all the same.
My girl Mary J’s Growing pains is a Solid “must listen to” Album too. She’s happier on this Joint and sometimes it’s crossover-ish with some tracks reminding me of “One”.(Which was pretty decent too). Especially “Peace” which sounds quite Sub-Urban White without a trace of the New-York Projects….except you listen hard lol. Solid song tho’.
My all round fav in this joint is “Stay Down”. It’s easily the best song in this Album and it sounds even better when you’re driving at night. Seriously!!! I no dey joke. If you’re over 25 you’ll love this track. Unless you’re in a bad situ like 36 inches( I love you girl. Keep your head up).
Weezy’s Album is over-rated. Kanye’s is Solid, Common is Solid, 50 cents is trash.(I threw the mofo out my window. Thank God I copped the Bootleg.)
How about Some Catholic Nuns running a charity. They go from Company to company collecting donations for under-privileged kids at Christmas. Turns out the whole thing was a damned scam. I shouldn’t go there right? But na bad thing now.
What kind of Nun wears Authentic Mahnolo Blahnik Slippers anyway?
There. I’ve said it. So R you can kiss my chocolate flavored ass lol…
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
2:50pm
I'm amazed at God's willingness to Bless me. Regardless of whatever I've been up to.
I've got nothing else to say than Thank You Jesus. Thanks for looking out for me.
I've got nothing else to say than Thank You Jesus. Thanks for looking out for me.
Thursday, November 15, 2007
4:29pm
I was supposed to be there for you
I really want to be there for you
I mean, i really ought to right?
Seemed like your hour of need came and i couldn't help.
To you i wouldn't help.
You can't understand why
you squeeze my arms, reminding me we're best friends
I tried so hard to go out on a limb.
My limbs don't exist.
You squeeze my arm harder.
How do i explain to you
you're squeezing a plastic arm
The Moon comes up i still say NO
You say you'll accept, but not understand.
I'm helpless and Angry at the same time.
Mad at you for the Squeeze
Mad at me for not being a Rock for you.
Mad at the way things are.
Just plain fcuking mad at myself
I really want to be there for you
I mean, i really ought to right?
Seemed like your hour of need came and i couldn't help.
To you i wouldn't help.
You can't understand why
you squeeze my arms, reminding me we're best friends
I tried so hard to go out on a limb.
My limbs don't exist.
You squeeze my arm harder.
How do i explain to you
you're squeezing a plastic arm
The Moon comes up i still say NO
You say you'll accept, but not understand.
I'm helpless and Angry at the same time.
Mad at you for the Squeeze
Mad at me for not being a Rock for you.
Mad at the way things are.
Just plain fcuking mad at myself
3:40pm
I need to cop Jigga's American Gangster CD. Heck, i might even cop the real thing.
I haven't looked forward to buying new music since...well Since Reasonable doubt.
All the Reviews got me fiending.
And to the Mofo that stole my Reasonable Doubt CD, Flipped the case open, and replaced it with his/her Scratched, Skipping Vanilla Ice CD. That wasn't exchange that was stealing. And someday somebody gonna steal your new Black Benz S 600V12 from your Garage, and leave you with a Yellow, smoky, 1974 VW Beetle.
I haven't looked forward to buying new music since...well Since Reasonable doubt.
All the Reviews got me fiending.
And to the Mofo that stole my Reasonable Doubt CD, Flipped the case open, and replaced it with his/her Scratched, Skipping Vanilla Ice CD. That wasn't exchange that was stealing. And someday somebody gonna steal your new Black Benz S 600V12 from your Garage, and leave you with a Yellow, smoky, 1974 VW Beetle.
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