Life...

You ask different people to describe life in one word and you will get different answers.
Some will say life's a bitch, life's a joke, life's a trip etc.
Life is this and many more; they say the struggles and pains we go through in life before we make it 'BIG' are so that we will have a story to tell.
When we were growing up we were told life isn't a bed of roses, even if life is a bed of roses, roses have thorns, so go figure.
We were also told that as you lay your bed so you will lie upon it.
Take a look at life, most of us went through school all the way to university and some went farther for their Masters and PhD, and most of us don't have jobs, after all the reading and school BS, no job, we have to struggle, sometimes we work for stipends some of us have drank garri so much that we should be out of garri in the country, then we catch a break and we 'blow' then we tell our 'story'.
Some stories are easier told than others. For example;
You have an encounter with God in life and he tells you that before you make it you will hit rock bottom, that you have to rise from the ashes like a phoenix, that's all well and good, you console yourself with the fact that you will make it after hitting rock bottom, some don't have the luxury of that encounter. So the babe/guy goes about their normal business, one day disaster strikes, babe comes home from work, she's raped, robbed and shot, she nearly dies, but she struggles and makes it through, fast forward present day, she's speaking out against rape and violence against women, the Government rewards her with a ministerial appointment, she has made it 'BIG'.
Someone now asks her to tell her story, how do you think she feels every time she tells the story? So many people go through the struggles of life and never make it; hence they have no story to tell. My question to you is this:
Would you rather live an average life, never be able to afford the loboutins/blackberry torch/iPads, and not have a story to tell. Or would you have something totally awful/near death happen to you, and hope you scale through, with the promise of fame and fortune at the end of the tunnel?

My story...What's yours?

It takes a lot of courage and strength to come out to the world and say you have a disease, sickness or ailment.  I am writing this post with tears in my eyes. After reading this post feel free to judge or better still learn from this story cause it’s a true life story. I am saying it as it is and it is for people to know what other people are going through. They say experience is the best teacher, I have learnt from my cousin’s experience and I will not want you all to go through what she went through.

It took my cousin years before she knew she had the killer virus. My dad just came in from U.S.A.  and he saw my cousin and said ‘you look sick, you need to see the doctor’. My cousin said she just had tuberculosis and that she was using drugs. My dad insisted that she must go for blood test or better still see a doctor, which she went for with my dad. When we got the result, it was shocking and my dad said that it could be a mistake, that she should go to another hospital. They went to 5(five) different hospital and all 5(five) results were the same thing. Then it dawned on us that she had the killer virus.

She was enrolled in some counseling classes and also for the anti-Trevor injections too, the anti-Trevor injection was to help keep her going but it was not helping out because the virus had grown to the worst killer virus.  She later passed on two months after. It was so sad, but we all knew she was going to die one day, sooner or later.

Nobody really knows how much anyone else is hurting. We could be standing next to someone who is completely broken and not even know it. Such is life.

Before my cousin passed on, she could not tell where she got the virus from maybe sex, salon or from a hospital. Ladies and gentlemen before going to the salon/barber’s shop to get your hair done, take you needles or any instrument that you may need because you don’t know how many people would have infected the instrument you will be using at the salon. Don’t EVER feel embarrassed to take your instrument to the salon, you are only helping yourself from a more embarrassed and stigmatize situation.

So I want to advise you all, trust no one, your partner, family, friends and anyone could have the virus without you knowing. Before you have sex with your spouse, boyfriend, or any random person take time to protect yourself. Some people might say, ‘oh I know that’ but we all make mistakes.  We can be so eager to have sex that we forget to protect ourselves. Some people will say I like skin-to-skin, but before you do skin-to-skin with anyone get tested, you can’t tell if your partner is infected.

Did you know that 63% of teenagers are HIV positive in U.S.A.? No. Well when I found out I was shocked because if teenagers could be 63%, what of adults and older people. We live in a world of surprises, different people, experience and stories.

So people, let’s take time to get tested so we can know our status. Some people use to say’ what you don’t know will not kill you’ but I will say ‘what you don’t now will definitely kill you’ if my cousin had known earlier, she would have responded to anti-Trevor and lived longer than she did.

So people, get tested and protect yourselves because the life you could be saving could be yours.

Que sera sera.

‘I do’, was all that was ringing in my head at the back of the church where I was weeping. I loved Gbade so much but ‘why didn’t he marry’ me was the question I was asking myself. At the reception, I was not happy at all. As Gbade and Roselyn were doing the couple’s dance, I felt like shooting Roselyn for taking what was rightfully mine.  Gbade dragged me up to dance; I jumped up with so much joy in me. As we danced Roselyn gave me this wicked look, I just totally ignored her and continued dancing with my dream husband that was now married to Roselyn.

After the reception, Gbade came to meet me and said ‘I will always love you’. I cried and he put my head against his chest and pecked my head. I had so much to tell him, I wanted to tell him that I had always loved him and will always love him but I was just too shy and scared to tell him.

Gbade and I had been buddies since childhood. Everyone always referred to us twins and we acted like one. We went to the same High school, same college and the same grad school. We were always the talk of the school because of the way we act. We sleep on the same bed, bath together and also dress for each other.  He was my dream hubby. I had always loved Gbade and he had always loved me.

Before Gbade dates any girl, he will ask for my opinion and before I date any boy, I will ask Gbade. I never knew Gbade was serious with Roselyn until the day Gbade’s mom called me and said ‘your brother has decided to settle down’, I asked ‘with who’ and she said ‘with Roselyn of course’. I could not believe because Gbade just met Roselyn like 3months ago. I called Gbade immediately and asked him ‘Why? Is he ready for commitment?’ He said he loved Roselyn and wanted to marry her and I asked him ‘What about me?’ He said I will be fine. I broke down and cried my eyes out. I had made up my mind I was not going for the wedding, I will plan a vacation during that time and fly away.

Gbade’s mom called me two weeks before the wedding and said I am not helping with the wedding plans. I told her I was going for some business trips and she said ‘my dear, I know how you feel. You have to support him with his decision. We all want you but God knows best. We will always love you my daughter. Please come for the wedding’. I could not disrespect Gbade’s mom, she loved me more than Gbade her own son.

One (1) month after the wedding I got a phone call, it was from a hospital.  They called to tell me one Gbade David was involved in a ghastly accident and that I was his next-of-kin.  I called Gbade’s family and Roselyn to tell them what I just heard. We rushed to the hospital.

After series of test and observations, the doctor came to tell us ‘He won’t be able to walk again. He also needs a physical therapist that will help him with his exercise.’ Everyone busted in tears. I went to meet Gbade and told him everything will be fine.  Gbade was discharged but to his surprise went he got home Roselyn was not there anymore, her clothes, luggage’s all were gone. We later saw a note saying ‘I never really loved you but I thought I would. Now I know, I will never love you. Goodbye Sweetheart.’

Three years after as I smile and see Gbade playing with our second child Junior; I thank God for Roselyn’s decision. She left Gbade and I moved in with Gbade because I was a physical therapist and he also needed help. I guess I can say I had an opportunity of a second chance to take what was mine, despite the detours and, distractions. What was mine, still came back to be mine. MY FAITH MOVED THE MOUNTAIN.

….Love the one you are with.

As I walked to the kitchen I noticed something on the refrigerator. It was a note from Cody saying ‘IF YOU GO, DO NOT COME BACK’ my stomach dropped as I could not figure what to do because I had planned my trip and I was looking forward to meet Ryan. As I read the note I didn’t know what to do, I was just thinking maybe I should ignore or reply. I ignored the note and left the house, I had made up my mind I was going to Paris, and at least I was going for business and not pleasure.

I landed safely in Paris(the city of love), the atmosphere sent a sensual feeling through my spine and I felt like I was home. I couldn’t wait to see Ryan, and I was also thinking about Cody’s note. I took a taxi and headed to Ryan’s apartment. As I got to Ryan’s apartment, the apartment didn’t change, the chairs, the smell, everything was still the same way I left them 3years ago after Ryan and I had a sad breakup.

We went straight to business, we left Ryan’s apartment and went to Carrefour Market De Paris Maubeuge to get some materials we needed to work with. As we walk through the stores, I remembered when Ryan and I use to hold hands and walk side by side swinging our carrier bags in the market.  After buying all we needed we stopped to have some refreshments. Ryan held my hands and said he was sorry, he was sorry for breaking my heart. I was happy that Ryan finally accepted he was the one that broke us up… It was drizzling and we rushed back to Ryan’s apartment. It was raining before me got there and we were soaked. As we were running up the stairways my phone was ringing, it was my sister calling. I ignored it and ran up to meet Ryan…

Ryan’s apartment was so warm and cozy, I felt like jumping on the bed. He walked up to me and held my hand, I stood up and he held my waist and we slowly start to sway to imaginary music… the kind that can make you cry unexpectedly, even when you’re not in the mood to cry. I could tell Ryan was thinking of the past, so was I. I am going to follow my heart, wherever it leads. I owe it to myself and everyone.

We kissed, as we were about to caress my phone rang. I was scared, I thought it was Cody calling to tell me the marriage was over, and to my surprise it was my sister. I picked the call and she asked me “Where are you?” I told her I was with Ryan; she screamed and told me to leave that place immediately. She was angry with me; I told her I had come for business. She asked me if I still loved my husband and I said yes…Guilt couldn’t allow me stay an extra second in Ryan’s apartment, so I left.

The taxi driver asked where I was going and I remembered our old apartment, where Cody and I were staying before we relocated to Monaco. I told the driver to take me there. As I got there I noticed some people had moved in. I sat on the staircase and brought out my phone and called Cody. My heart was pounding; I said Hi and Cody responded to me lively. I told him I was sorry that I needed to go, when he didn’t respond I told him to guess where I was. He said ‘Where?’ I said our old apartment. He was like ‘Really?’ My heart was pounding and I asked Cody if he hated. He said he still loved me…

I noticed a cab stopping in front me, then the door swings open and Cody appeared before me. For a while I was confused in a thrilling way, it later sank in that Cody got on the plane to see me. Cody walked up to me and said ‘Baby, I love and I will always love you’. As I hugged and kissed Cody, tears were flowing from my eyes. Cody said ‘let’s go home baby’. Till date I don’t talk to Ryan anymore, He is in my past and I leave it like that. I will always cherish and adore Cody. 

Get tested...

I woke up on a Wednesday morning looking happy and smirking…It was one of those days you wake up feeling like a millionaire, if you are not one. I got dressed and was heading straight to my office; when I saw this beautiful, virgin Mary look alike lady walking down the hallway, I couldn’t resist her aura so I walked up to her and  asked for her name. She gave me a cute smile and said ‘Amy’. We chatted for a while and exchanged numbers.

All day in the OR I was just acting all agitated and couldn’t wait to finish the surgery, the surgery was successful. I rushed out of the OR and went straight to call Amy, we chatted for hours and we decided to meet…

I went to Macy’s to get a very nice sky blue Calvin Klein shirt with a Russell Simmons’s tailored pants to go with it…all these was to look good for Amy.

I had already made a dinner reservations at Bacchanalia for Amy and I.  Amy looked so beautiful in her purple floral pattern dress and a pearl that made her look like a Princess of my dreams. As we ate, all I was thinking of was Amy screaming my name as we were having sex, giving it to her the way she wanted, and I was also thinking of the sex positions I was going to do with Amy that night. Amy tapped me when she noticed my mind was faraway from the dinner table, I smiled at her and she smiled back, little did she know what I was thinking…J

As we were going towards my car, Amy said I should drop her home that she needed to rest; I beseech her that I wanted her to see my house. After I beseeched for like an hour, she resorted to my plea. I was so happy and I smirk till we got home…

As we got to my abode, I played Bryan Adams’s All for Love. It was like that was the song Amy had been waiting for all day long, she held me so close and she was crying. I thought it was tears of joy, I kissed her gently on her neck and she grabbed my butt and we hurriedly took our clothes off. The night started nice and  beautiful with Amy screaming my name all sweaty and me feeling strong and manly with myself.

After three hours of mad marathon sex, Amy and I were panting and smiling. I stood up to take a wash when my leg hit Amy’s bag. I saw a lab report on the floor and picked it up to read, it was for Amy. I was been so inquisitive and I opened the report and to my revelation, all I was seeing were stars hovering in front of me…

Amy was HIV positive…

Get tested!!!HIV is real.

...Trust your hubby.:)

 

A wife was sure that her hubby was having sex with the maid. She laid a trap one evening & suddenly sent d maid home for weekend & did not tell her hubby. That night when they went to bed as usual d hubby gave his old story, "excuse me my dear wife my stomach is aching" & d hubby left d bedroom for d bathroom. The wife promptly went into d maid's room, switched off d light & laid on d bed...

 

 

....He came in silently & since she was naked he wasted no time & no words & starts having sex with her. When he finished d wife said to him, "u didn't expect me on this bed, did you?". She then switched on d light but who did she see on top of her?.....THE GARDENER !

...Friendships,we all have different meanings...

Recently, I have taken into account certain relationships in my life and how much they affect and mean to me.  

In secondary school there was this motto everyone wrote on their seats ‘good friends are hard to find, bad friends are easy to find. Keep the one you have’. The human continued existence is based on friendship.   Friendship with one’s self, parents, siblings, cousins, relatives and friends.  From the highest authority to the lowest bums living on the streets all of them have experienced in some way or the other one of these different kinds of friendships.  

We take this friendship for granted because it is something that exists naturally in society and most of us never really have to actually go out into the world looking for a friend.   Those of us who have had to live in a foreign country or in a new environment have learnt how important this is in life.   My personal realization came when I relocated to a new country, within a sphere of an unknown existence.   The feeling of loneliness is enough to drive a person to near madness.  I believe success is born through being dependent on certain factors i.e. friendship. 

As individuals, friends are one major source of survival.  As children we depend on our parents and see them as our only friends. Life goes on to the next level and we now make friends with people of our own sex or opposite sex.  A great man, Mark Twain, once said, "Grief can take care of itself, but to get the full value of joy you must have somebody to divide it with."

There is a freedom from both people to express their opinions to each other in order to strengthen the friendship.   It does not matter whether the marriage or friendship is by choice or by force.   Any form of friendship is based on the simple rules of honesty and trust.   These are understood even before it starts.   It is this that makes us human.   

They do not want to know about it or they do not understand it enough.   This is not how friendship works.   It is a system like any other, and whether it is between spouses or parents and children or friends, the same rules will apply to everyone.

As I’ve grown older, I’ve learnt a lot about friendships. Friendships are not all about saying, it is about acting. Your acts show the type of friend you are… True friendships shouldn’t have an ending; it should forever be nurtured and cherished. J

Always keep your condoms in your car!

I was a very happy person. My wonderful girlfriend and I have been dating for over a year now,and so we decided to get married. There was only one little thing bothering me...it was her beautiful younger sister.

My prospective sister-in-law was 22,wore very tight miniskirts, and generally was bra-less. She would regularly bend down when she was near me, and I always got more pleasant view of her private parts. It had to be deliberate. She never did it when she was near anyone else.

One day "little' sister called and asked me to come over to check the wedding invitations. She was alone when I arrived, and she whispered to me that she had feelings and desires for me that she couldn't overcome. She told me that she wanted to make love to me just once before I got married and committed my life to her sister. Well, I was in total shock, and couldn't say a word. She said "I'm going upstairs to my bedroom,and if you want one last wild fling,just come up and get me."

I was stunned and frozen in shock as I watched her go up the stairs. When she reached the top she pulled off her panties and threw them down the stairs at me. I stood there for a moment, then turned and made a beeline straight to the front door. I opened the door, and headed straight towards my car.

Lo and behold,my entire future family was standing outside,all clapping! With tears in his, my father-in-law hugged me and said. "We are very happy that you have passed our little test...We couldn't ask for a better man for our daughter. Welcome to the family"

And the moral of this story is.

Always keep your condoms in you car!J