Some girl things i wanna talk about here, if you are a guy hussshh... go away!!!
Alot of things are specifically just for us, they are a part of our normal and sophisticated days. we got stuck on them from the day after we were born and even till taday, to the day after we die. These are the little and big things that make us girls.
Yes am talking about Hair bands, Ribbons, Bangles and Lip-sticks!
1) Hair Bands- Sometimes we need someone to Love us, I feel that need very so often, but i have come to find that we so often mistreat the people that truely love us, and we fantasise about those that hardly even care. Miss the friends that are faraway, and not notice those that stick close, probably till they, also, are gone.
2) Ribbons- We like to look prettier don't we? My friend is one of the prettiest girls there are, but she lives every day wishing she was a little more busty, a little slimmer, a little taller. I have my physical wishes too, and cosmetic surgeons make a whole lot of money out of us.
3)Bangles- The female folk have the need for family, we all do. First she is the one bothered about her father's house, her siblings and all. You wait two decades and see her all about her own home, her husband, childred and all. Our favourite fantasy.
4) Lipsticks- We are good talker's, normally i hear we say 200% of what men say. So damn true, while he is still trying to get the right word we've found a billion (Who cares if they are right! I just need to voice out or i'll choke to death) And we say things we later wish we didn,t and like lipsticks, they wont clean off so completely, immediately.
I love Hair bands, Ribbons, Bangles and Lipsticks, and we all need them, but gurl, when you over-use, miss-use, ab-use, you'll have just one place fit enough, the circus, 'cos you'll be laughable, deserted, and beautiful for hitting.
Monday, July 20, 2009
Monday, July 13, 2009
Wedding Bells at Eighteen!
I couldn't have been any younger, any more innocent, vulnerable and gullible, I was only eighteen, and I laid on my bed, in the room i shared with my sister, she slept off as our discussion faded, my Dad from the sitting room had just shut down the TV and gone to bed, I heard the sound of his bedroom door close, and i knew i was all alone, alone on this wedding Eve.
It was morning and the bells in my church, the church adjacent the junction to our house rang, the pastor does not tolerate late coming, not even today that i'm the bride, my Mum rushed my aunts as they made final attempts on fastening my belts, it was a ball gown, one of the loveliest there ever could be, my make up was good, i stole a look or two at the mirror and blushed. then the bells went again.
I entered the car with my Dad beside me, my thoughts wondered to the days that have been, and the days that are to come, to and fro like a pendulum, i always wanted to get married, but today i feel so unprepared, I wish my marriage, just like and beautifully tailored gown and well done make up will turn out great, but should i leave that to chance? several emotions welled up, Joy, fear, love, and worse of all confusion. I looked at my Dad, hoping the fear will hide beneath the Smile, he held my hand a little tighter than usual. he probably shared my many emotions.
The three minutes drive to church seemed like forever, my heart began to Beat irregularly like an amateur drummers work, The whole wedding Party was outside waiting for my arrival. The match to aisle was long, my hand in my Dad's, and my groom smiling at the other end, close to the alter.
He stared into my eyes, I missed a step, I slipped, my dad held me close so i did not fall.
My alarm rang and i wondered why the Wedding bell is still ringing, it rang again and woke!Still in my pajamas, lying beside my lightly snoring sister, i stretched my arm to stop the alarm, smiled at how "wake up" alarm tone could ever sound like wedding bells. I laughed at the fact that I'm not getting married with all those unmatching colours of emotions.
Ten Years gone by so quickly, am grown, still a bit innocent, not so ignorant, and alot more confident, I hear the wedding bells ring. Wedding bells at twenty eight!
It was morning and the bells in my church, the church adjacent the junction to our house rang, the pastor does not tolerate late coming, not even today that i'm the bride, my Mum rushed my aunts as they made final attempts on fastening my belts, it was a ball gown, one of the loveliest there ever could be, my make up was good, i stole a look or two at the mirror and blushed. then the bells went again.
I entered the car with my Dad beside me, my thoughts wondered to the days that have been, and the days that are to come, to and fro like a pendulum, i always wanted to get married, but today i feel so unprepared, I wish my marriage, just like and beautifully tailored gown and well done make up will turn out great, but should i leave that to chance? several emotions welled up, Joy, fear, love, and worse of all confusion. I looked at my Dad, hoping the fear will hide beneath the Smile, he held my hand a little tighter than usual. he probably shared my many emotions.
The three minutes drive to church seemed like forever, my heart began to Beat irregularly like an amateur drummers work, The whole wedding Party was outside waiting for my arrival. The match to aisle was long, my hand in my Dad's, and my groom smiling at the other end, close to the alter.
He stared into my eyes, I missed a step, I slipped, my dad held me close so i did not fall.
My alarm rang and i wondered why the Wedding bell is still ringing, it rang again and woke!Still in my pajamas, lying beside my lightly snoring sister, i stretched my arm to stop the alarm, smiled at how "wake up" alarm tone could ever sound like wedding bells. I laughed at the fact that I'm not getting married with all those unmatching colours of emotions.
Ten Years gone by so quickly, am grown, still a bit innocent, not so ignorant, and alot more confident, I hear the wedding bells ring. Wedding bells at twenty eight!
Friday, July 10, 2009
Dear Tiara
Tiara My baby, the daughter of my youth, my strength, my innocence, my ignorance and my pride. Today i write you a few lines, lines of my thoughts, gathered from my days, lines of my wisdom, learnt from the words of the wisest.
I named you Tiara, because you are the delightful crown of the lord, a royal diadem in the hands of your God. listen to my words my daughter, listen and let your soul be fat.
LESSON 1- Never travel a short cut you do not know, for the traveller on the longer known road would be well at his destination while you still enquire from strangers on your way about. Except if you are not travelling an important journey.
LESSON 2- When you are angry try not to talk, you will later regret why you did not give out a piece of your mind, but thats a milder regret compared to when the words have been spilt.
LESSON 3- Cry over spilt milk when you have to. The crying is not to bring back the milk, and should not be out of self pity. Let the tears of your not more than three minutes cry wash away all negative emotions, and when ever you remember the milk you lost, smile and say to your self, "i've cried over it already!"
LESSON 4- Truly love, and deeply too. You sure will be hurt if you do, and are already if you don't.
Tiara my Daughter, let this few lines of my thoughts, ring in your heart, till i add more thoughts again.
I named you Tiara, because you are the delightful crown of the lord, a royal diadem in the hands of your God. listen to my words my daughter, listen and let your soul be fat.
LESSON 1- Never travel a short cut you do not know, for the traveller on the longer known road would be well at his destination while you still enquire from strangers on your way about. Except if you are not travelling an important journey.
LESSON 2- When you are angry try not to talk, you will later regret why you did not give out a piece of your mind, but thats a milder regret compared to when the words have been spilt.
LESSON 3- Cry over spilt milk when you have to. The crying is not to bring back the milk, and should not be out of self pity. Let the tears of your not more than three minutes cry wash away all negative emotions, and when ever you remember the milk you lost, smile and say to your self, "i've cried over it already!"
LESSON 4- Truly love, and deeply too. You sure will be hurt if you do, and are already if you don't.
Tiara my Daughter, let this few lines of my thoughts, ring in your heart, till i add more thoughts again.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Flirting with a memory
Some call it nostalgia, that memory of your childhood days, before Grandma passed.
Those days when you just stopped wearing belted gowns, and wouldn't park hair in pig tails, those little girl days when you couldn't care less about earning an income, and a not so nice boss.
Am flirting with the memory of those carefree days, days when the wind blew across my brow, those days when everything was so real, so true. Friends were so forgiving and loving, food was so tempting(and the fear of adding a pound here and there was unexisting!)
Am flirting like i did a male wink in primary five, i look away and I smiled. he shouldn't know I am blushing, i looked away and thought of him all day, he featured in my dream, like little Prince Charming.
Am flirting with the memory of my school girl days. But again i'll just turn away and smile!
Those days when you just stopped wearing belted gowns, and wouldn't park hair in pig tails, those little girl days when you couldn't care less about earning an income, and a not so nice boss.
Am flirting with the memory of those carefree days, days when the wind blew across my brow, those days when everything was so real, so true. Friends were so forgiving and loving, food was so tempting(and the fear of adding a pound here and there was unexisting!)
Am flirting like i did a male wink in primary five, i look away and I smiled. he shouldn't know I am blushing, i looked away and thought of him all day, he featured in my dream, like little Prince Charming.
Am flirting with the memory of my school girl days. But again i'll just turn away and smile!
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