Friday, 29 April 2011

Yoruba-d boys

My mum and her brother were in a terrible argument once and she concluded he was a bastard! I was beyond shocked! A whole 'Jesus is Lord' believing woman. Either she felt guilty or saw the need to educate the shock on my face, she explained bastard really meant saddist not the child without parents definition I knew it as.

Yoruba ex boyfriends/lovers especially the ones that break up with you or act mean so you have no choice but to end the relationship fit this 'bastard' description.

When they are new, they'll meet eleven of the ten things you want in a man, they know the perfect date spots, have the perfect words for every depressive state you may go through, they are always almost the next best things.

Somehow there's a misunderstanding, you try to find out what went wrong so you can fix but as yoro is done, the relationship ends. You are miserable for days/weeks/months, after sometime things are going good, you manage to dress your emotions to health and looking forward to either a bubbly single life or a dreamy relationship.

Then one fine day, 8 months after break up, you're tracing your brows for the date you just scored and your phone rings, text message 'hey babe, what's up? I realize now that us breaking up was a mistake. I miss you terribly. Can we hook up sometime?' That's how he lets you know you're not over him. He won't just let you move on! Fucking bastard!!!

Thursday, 28 April 2011

I left my write up at home!!!!!!! sobs! sobs! sobs!
Oh and the Fela show was off the hook and because it was to dark, nobody saw how cute my bum looked

Wednesday, 20 April 2011

Its Fela and a pair of harems

HR service centre decided to attend the Fela broadway concert for their team bonding. I almost died of envy after I heard. The sad/bitter look on my face must have been so  convincing the HR manager invited me. Elated doesn't quite describe how I felt. In my head, I picked out my outfit, my new pair of black harems, blue t shirt, skinny belt and skin flats. I didn't even bother with trying my outfit, I just knew it would work.

Wednesday morning, in my mind I looked like Gwen Stefani on a stylish tour break and I had not even worn jewelry or make up and I looked this hot??

Walk into the office and everyone is asking me JAMB questions,"what's the idea behind the outfit?", "why do you like oversized pants" bla bla! Even though I look like it, my confidence is not at its peak  and I hope one cute guy realizes how great my bum looks in a pair of black harems.

I hope it's a fantastic show too xxxx

Tuesday, 19 April 2011

Many yayyys for me and a couple of beers!

After years of scribbling my thoughts on bits of random papers, back of my class notes, diaries, I have finally decided to post online.

Twenty's boutique will cover every aspect of my twenty's crisis, the beauty of it- experimental/trendy fashion and make up in a not so trendy zones, boys, gossip, chill out times, good food; my insecurities- watching my belly weight, wanting more hips, wondering if my occassional 'madness" chased a potental bloke and why all my make up and cool clothes haven't brought a 'perfect' mate, finding a job and keeping it, balancing my wants with earnings and some more 20s single and looking experiences.

Hopefully it's a fun read xxx