Nah real wah.....Back sliding

Ok I must confess ......Yours truly is feeling a bit depressed again.....and I bet you all know why. One word: MUM, shes at it again or should i say shes getting to me again. (Fot those of you who do not know what the hell Ima on about feel free to catch up Ikomo Prt 2 /Breaking the News , BREAKING THE NEWS - Update , Letting it all out !! , Goingz onssssss........ , etc

I know I decided at the beginning of this year that I was going to move on with my life and follow my heart. I have kept to that but it hasn't been easy. I have done a bit of back sliding in the last few weeks but what can I say.. I'M ONLY HUMAN.

I know a lot of people have advised me on this situation and continue to support me in all I do but mhen.. its not easy.

So I managed to get Mr's family to come and see my mum (only letting her know at that last minute, as she would have left the house or just been difficult if she I had given her enough notice of their visit.. you see my mum is stubborn like that). So Mr's relatives who are very aware of my mums feelings came to see her just to try and persuade and inform her of their good intentions and blah blah blah.....Lets just say that my mum sat and listened to them oooh but she didnt really budge....all she said was that there wasn't much she could say at that point as she was not really aware of their visit and that all she could say was that THEY ARE WELCOME!! and that was all my mum said........if you welcome people into your home do you not at lest try and strike some kind of conversation with them? noooo my mum just sat there giving one liners when our guests tried to strike conversation with her. Omo I was so ashamed.....my only consolation was that these guests were aware of my mums behaviour and attitude but i know they never expected her to be that cold.So the visit yielded nothing except for the fact that my mum could no longer say that she had never been approached by Mr's family to ask for my hand in marriage.

I know you might be wondering why I am putting myself through all this tress by trying to get my mum,s consent. Its just that I want to give her a chance to be part of my future but I get the message loud and clear now that she is not interested and is even prepared to embarrass herself and myself in front of my soon to be in laws.

I know people have said to be strong and that my mum will come around in the end but that is rubbish. Why is she putting me through all this . Does she think I have invested 7 yrs of my life into this relationship as a joke .. just for her to come and mess things up for me. God forbid ooh.Is she acting this way because she really wants whats best for me or is she just being over protective...sometimes I think she is just jealous but why would she be.....!!

I guess I have to agree with my priest and accept that fat that my mum has the right not to like the man that I intend to spend the rest of my life with but i need to let go of all the sentimental feelings that I keep attaching to my mums behaviour and Let go in order to start living a realistic life.

Then the thought crosses my mind of what might happen in the future ... that my in laws and some heartless people might use my mums objection to my marriage as a reason to disrespect me.....I know what our people can be like... but I know my man will never let that happen as he has always been there for me and does not allow anyone to disrespect me in anyway.

I guess i have no control over the future but all i can do is to take actions now that will make my future with Mr a blessed, loving and never ending one.

I am rethinking my plans for the wedding as it might end up being a Private Church ceremony followed by a reception for about 100 guests.

I know my mum older brother is still bent on getting my mum to come around...Bless his heart. But we shall see. The battle still continues..................................

Naapali dont worry I will let go of wanting my momsi to accept my man ooh ...but Its just not easy....I pray that God Almighty gives my the strength and a clear mind to make the right decisions and to move on with my life!! Amen!!

21...Tips..pointers..must do's.....??

Hey peeps..Wetin dey....? Hope you all had a fab Valentines Day.....? Then again look at me asking about Vals Day as if nah everybody dey celebrate Vals Day.....Anyhouw...Hope you are all doing well by Gods grace all I also hope that you have also recovered from the whooping that the Super Eagles recieved from Ghana's Black Stars even though it seems like old news now.....but I just have to say SHAME ON ALL THE PEOPLE WHO WERE HATING ON MY DEAR BLACK STARS who came 3rd!! .....lol. Ok ok enough of all that and I will never mention it again.....(yeah right...)

This post was actually a forwarded message from one of my friends as one of those messages that you are meant to forward to all your friends but I decided to share it with yall because it holds so much meaningful advice about the little things that we can do to make our lives happier and more fulfilled. So please read on and do remember to take something away with you and do let me know what you think .Here goes:

ONE. Give people more than they expect and do it cheerfully.

TWO. Marry a man/woman you love to talk to. As you get older, their conversational skills will be as important as any other.

THREE. Don't believe all you hear, spend all you have or sleep all you want.

FOUR. When you say, 'I love you ,' mean it.

FIVE. When you say, 'I'm sorry,' look the person in the eye.

SIX. Be engaged at least six months before you get married.

SEVEN. Believe in love at first sight.

EIGHT. Never laugh at anyone's dream. People who don't have dreams don't have much.

NINE. Love deeply and passionately. You might get hurt but it's the only way to live life completely.

TEN.. In disagreements, fight fairly. No name calling.

ELEVEN. Don't judge people by their relatives.

TWELVE. Talk slowly but think quickly.

THIRTEEN. When someone asks you a question you don't want to answer, smile and ask, 'Why do you want to know?'

FOURTEEN. Remember that great love and great achievements involve great risk.

FIFTEEN. Say 'bless you' when you hear someone sneeze.

SIXTEEN. When you lose, don't lose the lesson!

SEVENTEEN. Remember the three R's: Respect for self; Respect for others; and responsibility for all your actions.

EIGHTEEN. Don't let a little dispute injure a great friendship.

NINETEEN. When you realize you've made a mistake, take immediate steps to correct it.

TWENTY. Smile when picking up the phone. The caller will hear it in your voice.

TWENTY-ONE. Spend some time alone.

STAY BLESSED & HAVE A LOVELY WEEK!!

My Love..........

With your hand in mine, I am the luckiest person on earth

How can I begin to tell you how right it feels to be with you

You know what to say on days when I am having a tough time and feel so down

I could search forever and never be able to express how much you mean to me

So today and always,

I want you to know that I will always want and need you by myside

I love you more than words can ever say

There are so many things that I wish and pray for you everyday........

the kind of lasting happiness that you have given me

the same love and warmth that I feel when I think of you.....

times filled with laughter and promise like the special moments that we share

I wish and pray for so mant good things for you because

You are the best thing that ever happened to me

Lots of LoVe :

Your Babygal x x xx x

Nothin, NO_THING !!

The plan was to wait a few more weeks before updating but I didnt want my last post to serve as a constant reminder of THE SUPER FOWLS.. OOOPS EAGLES LOSS to my dear GHANA..lol and to also save Afrobabe from losing her raggs..lol.

BLACK STARS AYIEKOOOOOOOO!!

If any of you are thinking of taking the piss after tomorrows match between Ghana and Cameroon. You better abort that plan now cus it wont work. I must confess that the Ghana Naija match was seriously hyped up and both teams were quit crap but Naija was extra...lol Hence Ghana whopping thier ass.

I honestly dont see the Ghana Black Stars winning the Cup but at least we can proudly boast of beating the Super Fowls.......ok thats enough ooh before people start swearing for me...

U know I have nothing but love for yallll after all who said I am Ghanaian. Mr don change my nationality oh... he says I am now offically an Omo Naija so there you go.

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I dont really have anything to blog about so I decided to do a second MEME or should I call it I, I .....cant remember whose blog I got the idea from sha but I guess it will do for now.......

I am not: as happy as people think I am
I regret: being in control of my life at an earler age
I care: about anyone who cares about meI always: try to be true to myself
I long to: be the best mother and wife to my kids and to the man in my life

I feel alone: when my family decide not to be there for me(which is all the time)I hide: the fact I'm scared of getting married

I dance: better in front of the mirror

I write: because it allows me to get things of my chest
I breathe: because the Lord Almighty abides with me
I play: with myself sometimes (lol...............)

I miss: my dad who passed away 6yrs ago - dunno if i will ever get over his death
I search: for peace and happiness in my life and in my future
I feel: like my life has taken a new turn because God is in control
I succeed(ed): by trusting in the Lord and believing that he has a purpose for me
I fail: to love myself as I really should
I dream: of my mum accepting my choice of a life patner and letting me be
I sleep: with the windows open...all year round

I wonder: what my life will be like in 20yrs

I want: to be a source of inspirartion to other young women in my situation

I worry: that I my mum might never accept my man...
I have: no real best friend.. they all have too much baggage to worry about me...lol

I give: all that I have at all times

I fight: for justice and everything that is real

I am: just me
I can’t: to get married(even though the thought scares me)
I will: continue to trust in God

I can: be a right old Cruella sometimes

I intend :to relocate to Ghana in the next 5 yrs
I might: graduate with a 1st
I like: being pampered ....

I love: my music and my food
I smile: when My man offers to make breakfast (which is like once every 2 yrs..lol)
I frown: when people try to get on my wrong side

I read: a lot of Novels (African writers)

Have a nice week or whats left of it ....MUWAH X X X

Witchcraft & African Nations Cup

Ghana v Naija

Lets the games begin... I see how Nigerians have suddenly become so confident that they will be going home with Cup....Ok oh I hear....we shall see sha...Bring on the prayers and the fasting....lol. Welcome back into the competition Naija..comee on and show us what you are really made of..........
Ok so Ghanaians and Nigerians all over the world are counting down to the BIG GAME on Sunday.

I decided that I wasnt going to blog about this match until after Sundays game but I came across an article in the Gaurdian (British)Newspaper about the use of witchcraft in the African Cup of nations and that pised me off so much ......the articles reads:

Scott Murray, John Ashdown and Tom Lutz

Wednesday January 30, 200
Guardian Unlimited

"Has witchcraft ever been used at the African Cup of Nations?" asks Lloyd Mariner.

Juju has already played a part in this year's tournament, Lloyd: in the opening match between hosts Ghana and Guinea, several Ghana fans carried a "juju pot" containing leaves and liquid in order to "scare away all devils", while churchgoers went to their Sunday service bedecked in the country's red, gold and green for a "cleansing" ceremony designed to inspire "total victory". It seemed to work, if you believe in this sort of thing or are a journalist in need of copy to file, as Ghana's Sulley Muntari scored a last-minute screamer to win the game.

This is nothing on what happened in the 2002 semi-final between Mali and Cameroon, though, when Cameroon coach Winfried Schafer and his goalkeeping coach, Thomas Nkono, were arrested by riot police for placing a magic charm on the pitch before the match. Or two years previously, when a Nigerian FA official skittered on to the pitch mid-game to steal off with a charm which had been placed in the back of the opposition net during his country's quarter-final with Senegal. His intervention came 15 minutes from time with Senegal a goal to the good; by the end of the match, Nigeria had scored twice to turn the game around. Make of that what you will: the options are a lot, or not much.
"We are no more willing to see witch doctors on the pitch than cannibals at the concession stands," said a spokesperson for the CAF, who consider such incidents to propagate the image of Africa as a third-world continent. Though why this should be the case is anyone's guess, given half of England's top stars over the years - John Terry taping his shinpads up three times, Gary Neville wearing the same eau de parfum every day, Gazza making sure all the towels in the dressing room hang off the rail symmetrically - appear to have mild-to-rampaging cases of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, but that's the way it seems to be.

Why the hell do these Oyinbo journalists always have to fing a way of reporting news about Africa in way that is so demeaning and portraying us as so uncultured and primitive. So what if people carried pots filled with leaves and whatever else on thier heads why can't they just provide the rest of the world with constructive reports about the game or focus on other aspects of the games. Is it a crime to be patriotic and to be proud od ones country and culture?

Why cant they just let us be....... African newspapers do not critisise British Premiership fans and players disrepectfully when that go driniking thier heads off in pubs before, during and after games and also end up behaving in a very disorderly manner.

WHAT IS THIER BLOODY PROBLEM.......??!

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RANT OVER

Anyways, Come on people any predictions.....? I am really looking forward to Sundays game with me supporting Ghana and Mr supporting Naija. I dont want to say too much now just in case yall decide to gang on me (omo Ghana) so all I can say for now is:

MAY THE BEST TEAM WIN!!!

COME OOON

GGG HHH AAA NN AAAAAAA !!

Sorry guys no time to spellcheck but shae u get point sha?! L8R X X

Teen Love PART 2

My story continues........

So I noticed that the conversation that was going on between my neighbour and the woman in the car had stopped and they were both staring at me ....as if I had done something wrong.

Our neighbours wife (Lets call he Auntie B) asked me to come over.....meanwhile the woman in the car was just looking me up and down and giving me some dirty looks..as if I had stolen her husband or something.

It turned out that the woman in the car was P's step mum and had come looking for our house based on the info that i gave her over the phone (my Full name)and bumped in Auntie B while she was driving over to our house.

Auntie B asked me if I knew who the woman was to which I answered Negative. At which point P's step mum (lets call her Cruella). Now stepped in and started raining insults and warnings at me.. calling me names and saying how I should never call her house again and stop writing SEXY letters(in her own words) to her son. She was basically chatting a whole load of bull about how I call her son 3 times in the evening and how i don't want to leave her son alone and keep forcing myself on him even though he has explained that he is not interested in me. This woman was just lying and blowing things out of proportion , I was just so scared to say a word and stood there listening to her lies and looking on as she disgraced me in front of Auntie B.

All this time I was just praying for Cruella to finish with her lies and disappear before waking my dad(who was in his room having a nap) and before my mum got back from work as she was due back at any moment.

Auntie B realised that Cruella was getting a bit carried away with her warning and was now trying to settle things as she knew that I was not that sort of child and also wanted to calm Cruella down as she was beginning to attract a lot of attention.

Next, I heard a car drive into our yard and looked over my shoulder only to see my mum driving into our front yard......I felt like fainting cause I knew that thing were just about to get out of control and that I was dead meat!

Auntie B sensed what was about to happen and tried dismissing me before my mum parked the car and got out but Cruella just had to have the last word.

I walked quickly towards my mum and tried to look like nothing had happened but my mum had already sensed that something was wrong and was also walking briskly towards me...asking if I was OK and what was going on..... But noo Cruella had to open her big mouth again...Telling my mum to keep me in check and shouting about how i am forcing myself on her son.. This got my mum pissed off and caused her to ask the Cruella what the hell she was talking about......and the LYING OLD COW LIED ABOUT EVERYTHING ALL OVER AGAIN.

My mum calmed Cruella down and gave her a piece of her mind about P's letters that she had also found in my room . But Cruella insisted that P was only writing to be because i was forcing myself on him and he didn't know what to do.

My mum took me home by my ear which felt like it had just been lubricated with pepper. My mum told me off proper and called me a little tart and all .. i know that she was very upset because of all that Cruella had said but they were all lies.... and you know I could not get a single word in or else I would have been given the whooping of my life. Don't know how news of the incident travelled around but lets just say it was the latest news at school (P's and Mine) for the next couple of days .

I was very surprised that my mum did not whoop my ass at all... I guess she kind of knew that Cruella had lied about almost everything. I was grounded for a month and was not allowed to use the phone for months.

P sent me a letter a few days after apologising for Cruella's behaviour but i just ignored him because I was really upset at the whole incident but i forgave him in the end (as he had warned me of Cruellas EVIL WAYS FROM THE BEGINING BUT WE JUST DIDN'T KNOW HOW FAR SHE WOULD REALLY GO) after he came over to my school a few weeks later to apologise in person we decided to keep things on the D - low from then onwards.

P and I are still very good friends and occasionally tease each other about the whole incident but I am still pissed off at the fact that Cruella made up all those lies about me .....Can you believe that she even asks P about me every now and then....She should just thank her stars that I havent seen since then because I have vowed to confront her whenever I see her even if it is in 10yrs time. I am older and wise enough to cuss her now .....that silly woman owes me an apology !!

Teen love........

princesa's latest post on old school love letters brought back memories and reminded me of an incident that took place over 16yrs ago:

I used to be involved in a lot of Cultural dancing and Drama activities back in my Primary and J.S.S days.

There was this dude(Lets call him P) who saw me on a show that my school did on TV and got my number from one of his friends who knew me...... we talked on a few occasions established a 'relationship' (which meant pretty much nothing to me ) I was just fun to have this guy calling me all the time. We never got to meet up cus we attended different schools and my strict military dad did not allow me to go gallivanting or even entertain any boys so all we had was a telephone relationship......can you believe that I didn't even know what the boy looked like and had to go by the description that my friends had given me which was then confirmed when he sent me a picture of himself. I must admit he wasn't that cute but he was ok..... He started calling me his girlfriend which i didn't really give a toss about so I also went went the flow. (Young love.. how blind and foolish)

Then things escalated to the next level.... (i beg no dirty thoughts oooh) he started writing me all these love letters ....which always had FLY SAFELY TO written just above my name and KISS BEFORE YOU OPEN written at the back of the envelope.

The letters always expressed how much he loved me and slowly developed into describing the things that he wanted to do to me......Am all I did was to read these letters with me friends and giggle at every sentence. The words he wrote meant nothing much to me.....all I knew was that there was a boy who lived on the other side of the Military camp who was in love with me and kept sending me all these letters.

We met face to face a few moths later at an inter schools Athletic Completion and finally established a so called proper relationship...which was still just child's play..all we did was hold hands and nothing else.....He knew not to even tray anything cause everyone knew my dad and how strict he was and i guess that was what kept him in check....I am going on too much. Back to the main story...

I used to keep my love letters in a shoebox box at the very top my wardrobe...and don't know how the hell my mum found them but boy was I in trouble...cus i also had love letters from other guys that i was stalling in that box.

My mum and dad summoned me to the living room after dinner one evening only to bring unveil my collection of love letters which she had taken time to go through.....I was shitting myself ......cus she had all P's letters in her hand and cussed me from Africa to Asia and back... thank God it was just a serious tongue lashing but no beatings or slaps whatsoever.

My mum gave me a serious talk while my dad sat there and just watched ......which I found very strange but I was glad that my dad hadn't taken over cus I knew he would probably kill me..I kept watching him from the corner of my eye just so I could run for the door , if he decided to have sort me out with some serious beatings... ...lolOur talk ended once my mum had finished her lecture and I promised not to entertain P any longer.

I didn't get to speak to P about what went down with my parents as their phone had been out of service for a couple of days....and decided to write to him through our friend who was acting as our delivery guy. It turns out that my letter arrived late cus his parents had also found the love letters that I wrote to him in reply to his letters.....just that mine were less detailed and was usually made up with lyrics from my favourite love songs...lol.... how sad...lol

I decided to try P's phone number just for luck on the same day that i sent the letter :

Beep Beep, Beep Beep - The phone was ringing...their phone had been repaired...Thank God .......

Hello ?! (Someone picked up , it sounded like his Step mom ......ooh shit she was supposed to be out of town with his dad Didn't know whether to hung up or to just talk so .. i spoke )

Me: Emmmmm Hello Good Evening...Can I PLLEEAASSEE speak to P PLEASE?

Step mum: You want to speak to Who?!

Me: P Please.........(I was ssooo sacred, cus P and my other friends had warned me of this woman and how evil she was)

Step Mum: Who is calling ?!

Me: PLEASE My name is ........(I MENTIONED MY FULL NAME ..AS IF I WAS @ COURT MARSHAL)

Step mum: Oh so its you eehn....Listen to me very carefully.. I do not want you to ever call this house again do you hear me and dont you ever, if you do I will have to call your house and report you to your parents do you hear me ....nonsense!!! - AND THEN SHE HUNG UP

I was shaking like a leaf and was just staring at the phone.. thinking ....oh my God this woman is really evil and mean ...and i just told her my full name .. ...why was she being so horrible to me... ..what did I do wrong.....?I was sso worried and though what if she looks up our address in the telephone directory and turns up at our door step..........I dismissed the though and tried to calm myself down.

About half an hour later, I was heard some people talking outside and decided to see what was going on....There was a white Peugeot 305 parked between out house and our neighbours and there was a woman sitting in the car chatting to our next door neighbour's wife....I thought nothing of it and decided that to water the flowers in that front garden as it was one of my daily duties once the sun was beginning to set...Just as I stepped out unto the veranda to get the watering hose, i noticed that the conversation that was going on between my neighbour and the woman in the car had stopped and they were both staring at me ....as if I had done something wrong.

Damn this post is getting longer and longer I GUESS I WILL HAVE TO POST THE second half IN MY NEXT UPDATE.....

Let me give you a hint the woman had come to cause trouble..........