Rich and romantic?

Rich and romantic men

Men, those fine species of God creation! Let’s not lie to ourselves, ladies, we know how we feel when we have the attention of a fine man. Now, fine/handsome/good looking is relative. ‘Nuff said.

Anyone here saw the first episode of this season’s Bachelorette? Wow is all I can say. Never been a fan of white boys/men, but my o my! Those were some good looking men. If I wasn’t so in love with my culture, I will gladly go find me a white boy to date. Maybe date, but definitely not marry jare. I no want wahala.

That said, I have been noticing a new trend, Black/African ladies marrying white men. From my little research (if you can call it that sef), I seem to know more black/African men married to white women. Seems times are changing. I have no beef either way. I think us ladies are beginning to get really comfortable and realize that love can be found anywhere.

I have dated almost all the major races, Asian, Caucasian, Negro, and Hispanic. I have no problem dating outside of my race. As a matter of fact, it helps reaffirm my belief, that only a Nigerian man can be my husband. That said, I can say one thing that we all might have heard or read about over time, white men can/are romantic. I mean, someone practically worshipping you. Come on, who won’t feel on top of the world? It was weird in the beginning, because I do not think I am all that, but after a while, you get used to it. It is just the way they are. That is not to say, there ain’t crazy white men out there. Don’t get me wrong, Nigerian/African men can/are romantic as well. It just feels different. From a white man, it looks like he was born with it, from a black man, it looks like he is learning or trying. It just doesn’t feel the same.

That said, I love me my black men. Nigerian to be precise. No need to be sugarcoating things o jare. I am just too old to be politically correct. If you no like, no read, chikena.

Now there is another set of men that I have not been opportune to date yet. The ultra rich men. And by that, I mean men that actually worked to make their money. Not some governor’s son or some senator or some polithief. I mean, someone that did the work, used his brain, and he is bloody rich. Not a thosandanaire or someone that has to wake up and go to work at a specific time. I am talking about someone that goes to work when he wants to, doesn’t use drugs, and doesn’t throw his money everywhere, a simple, rich guy. I wonder on a scale of romance, where do these kinds of men fall? Are they equally as passionate with their women as they are with their job? Do they excel in relationships as much as they do their work? Do they take pride in their women? Just questions.

Anyways, enough of my rambling, I am sure in five years, I will come back here and be like, what the heck was I thinking writing this.

I had a totally different post in mind, but this just seemed appropriate after watching the bachelorette for the first time.

Like always, living and loving my awesomely delicious life!

Six months...

Wow it's been six months I posted. I have a post in my head. I'll be sure to post it tomorrow. Maybe I can be consistent in blogging. Seriously doubt that.

As always, living and definitely loving!

34A? 34B? 34C?

Ok, I am officially fat. Yes, I said it, me, lepa shandy is officially an orobo. Ok here is the story:

I got to America some seven years ago. I jumped on the scale and I weighed 135lbs (61.3kg). The reason? I noticed how skinny people come to this country from Nigeria and in about 3 months, they become obese. I wanted to prove my fellow country people wrong. Actually, after about six months of being here, I had people asking me if I wasn't eating the American burger and the likes, cos I was still considered thin.

In college, I worked full time and took 22 credit hours. Now, to most Nigerians 22 credit hours aint nothing, but believe me 22 credit hours as a senior in engineering is no joke. Here, they expect you to spend at least 3 hrs every day on each class. I dropped down to 115lbs (52kg). That is extremely underweight for my height. I stand 5ft 11inches and I have medium bone. My BMI was so low, I had to start consuming more calories just to bring my weight up. After college in 2005, I gained about 5lbs. Then, I moved around a little bit. I did not like my job location, so I moved to another city. Now in the new city and I love my job and my house and all. Here is the problem, I am so in love with my job and all, that I have started to pack on the pounds. Right now, I weigh a whopping 149lbs (68kg), borderline 150lbs. See, I am fat. But therein lies the problem, everyone I know say I am still skinny. I mean, I have gained 15lbs since I got into this country. Now, the ideal weight for my height is about 155-165lbs. I know I still have a long way to get to that, but I am so not skinny!

Now to the title, the weight I have gained, have gone to the right places, if I can say so myself. When I started wearing bra, I started with a size 34A, then I increased it to a 34B now, my people, I wear a 34C. This is so not right. I have a lot of 34Bs, what will I do with them all? Tell me o. Cos I have some really nice 34Bs. Me, I will still squeeze inside them. Norring do me. The rest of the weight went to my butt. I mean, I work in a male dominated place and I could see the stares. It doesn't help that I am black too, in a white environment. I know someone that is not complaining about the booty sha, but me I am o. Now, I can't wear a skirt, without the thing sticking out. I have to even increase my clothe size from a 2/4 to now a 6 or 8, thanks to the booty.

Anyho, its all good. Now I have updated! I had to update, cos I read Oluwadee's blog and she was commenting about "undergarments" (that word just crack me up). What happens to underwear? Britico people never seem to amaze me.

Living and definitely loving. Nothing do you!

To curse or not to curse?

I am so sorry for not updating. I am lazy, aint nothing new about that. Forgive me.

So, lets talk about the topic. To curse or not to curse? I am a great believer in cursing Nigerian politicians, up to their sixth generations. I refuse to make friends with kids of politicians. I know someone that I will never date. I told him, there is no way in hell I would date him, simply because his dad was/is a politician. I know how many people have rained curses on him. Even me sef, I have. So why on earth will I want to fi ori ko epe (collect curse for my head)?

Someone asked me how that is the politician’s fault. Ok, here is the scenario, as the governor of a state, you decided to steal all the money and put it in your account. You refused to pay civil servants their salaries. Now, a child is brought to the hospital, her parents both work for Ministry of Miserable, they haven’t been paid for six months. The hospital is not fully equipped and it took about 4 hours before they were acknowledged. At this point the child is dead. She died of common stomach ache. Now, who is at fault? The parents for wanting a treatment for their kid? The hospital staffs that were nowhere to be found? Or the governor that decided to better his life and the life of his family alone? If the parents rain curses on the governor and his six generations to come, are they justified? If they say, may the governor never know peace and may all the kids that are their kid’s age, die, are they justified? Probably. When you are in pain, and the pain could have been deviated, if something was done on time, you will definitely feel like cursing any and everybody that could have fixed that problem.

What we sow, we will surely reap. For all the kids that did not go to school, because your dad used the money to send you to school in America; for all the parents that could not afford food, because your mother used their salaries to get a tummy tuck; for all the young men that died from joining bad groups because they couldn’t get a job and have been unemployed for years. For all of these people that all they did was to be unfortunate to be born in Nigeria and your parents caused them agony, may your parents and the next six generations, know agony and may peace never reign in you abode.

NYSC

Lets talk about NYSC.

I am yet to serve. I finished college in 2005 and the idea of going to Nigeria to serve for a year, did not come to mind. Now, I am thinking of going into politics later in life. Why you might ask? Because I am tired of sitting on the side and watching these lunatics we call leaders, do nothing. I figure, why not try to get inside and see for myself, what the big deal is. If and when I get there, hopefully I will be allowed to make the necessary changes and not be killed or something. Not to worry, I will get back to you all on the happenings.

Now, on the issue of NYSC, I want to serve in Akwa Ibom or Oyo, definitely no Lagos or Abuja. Lived in Lagos for 20 years. Think I have enough of the state. Abuja is quite expensive, so I heard. I am not trying to go broke, just because I want to serve Nigeria. Why Ak? I have heard a lot of good things about the place, so I guess I can go check it out myself. I love peace and quiet. Hope I’ll get it there. Why Oyo? I am from Oyo State. I intend to start my politics from there. On that, I have a question, if I marry someone from Imo State, and I want to contest for a seat in the house, do I represent my home town or my husband’s?

I could go to the far North, but I hate heat. I passionately hate heat. I refuse to move to the south (Texas, Louisiana and co), just because of the heat. Plateau State, mainly Jos, will be a great place. It’s cool and I have friends there.

If you have gone back home to serve or if you are currently serving, (shout out to Nilla), please kindly share your experience with us. Is it really worth it? I intend to move back to the States when I am done. I do not plan to stay behind in Nigeria. Unless some rich man hook me. Just kidding.

Thanks for stopping by.

Living. Loving? That's questionable at this time. Hopefully tori go change in the next post.

WOW!

Loving the song playing. Found it on a wedding website.

Better update before the end of the month.

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46 down to just 3. Yayyyy!

Volunteering

How many of you take time out of your business schedules to volunteer an hour or two for a worthy cause? If you do, great job. I really think it is a great thing to do.

I remember when my sister was between jobs and she was going on how bored she was and what not. I asked her if she had ever been to an orphanage. See, my sister is in Nigeria and I am not. I don’t think the average Nigerian either residing in Nigeria or elsewhere, do a lot of volunteering. It is not because we don’t want to, we just were not brought up like that. We would rather go to church seven times in a week, than for example, go the orphanage down the road and simply read to the kids or paint the walls or something.

Here is a challenge to anyone that reads this, how about you spend an hour or two each month volunteering. Believe me, you will feel good about it. People ask me why I am never bored, trust me, I am never bored. There are a lot of things to do; volunteering is one of those things. Ok, enough about my campaign. LOL.

This weekend, my church hosted the world vision aids experience exhibition. It is kinda difficult to explain, but I will try. It’s a story of four kids living in Africa; Lesotho, Swaziland, Kenya and Uganda. You get to go through a child’s life, what he/she does on a daily basis, how they live, where they live, what happens to their parents etc. At the end of the walk-through, you step into the health clinic to get tested for HIV. You get a red positive sign on the back of your hand, if the child is HIV+ or a black negative sign, if HIV-. Two of the kids tested positive, two don’t. It is so touching and you just have to take yourself out of your own world and step into these kids lives. It is nothing you have experienced before. It is very emotional.

Some of the facts, about 46% of the population in Swaziland have the virus. It is estimated that in our life time, the entire country will cease to exist. Can you imagine, everyone in Oyo State wiped off in your life time? Can you do something? Yes, you can. You can sponsor a child in these countries. Your donation will provide food, education etc for this child.

Africans, Nigerians, this is time we start doing something and stop the plain ass talking. Believe me, that $2500 shoe or bag, will not make you as happy as you think it will. Helping to put a smile on a child’s face is way more rewarding. Take a moment to think about it. Pray about it (you all know we can pray) and do something. Don’t just help with prayers, help with food in their stomach, and help with clean clothes on their backs. I am sure they will be very grateful for all your help.

Above all, get tested. There aint no black or red ink on anyone’s hand for you to know who is positive or negative.

Thanks for stopping by.

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