The Piano Lady

Day 2- The Westin Hotels and Resorts

It was all good
Braids pulled back
Baggy shirt on
Belly un-'sucked'
Feeling so light and free
Quarter to bombastically astounded

Since I was drunk on my own ecstasy, I decided to pop in next door to see the Baybuh Laydies.

Head bobbing to the left and right
Arms swinging

And there she was
In black
Lights as clear as crystal

Playing her heart out
Wearing her heart on her sleeve and letting the world know it, while not giving a toss about what people thought

She arrested me
Captured me
And my attention span

I froze

Her music was

LOVE.

I felt like Glenn Lewis when he sang Fall Again
My heart ached

And then she started playing
Go the Distance
I felt my upper body (head, chest and heart) go down a never ending tunnel

She was beautiful
And her music was inspiration

Disclaimer
No homo
Aye
Dipset
2 fingers up
A sign down


Yours musing away
XxX
Mizz Oh

Diary of a Mad Chakollit Driver

YO!

How're you this blissful morn/aft?

Good!

I'm not. Or wasnt about an hour ago.

All is well with the world now as we know it!

One has been driving an awful lot lately and refuses to understand certain things about Nigerian drivers.

1)Why they turn their headlights on during the day, and more disturbingly, fog lights at night. They're called fog lights for a reason. Blasted lights threatening my sense of sight. *sigh*

2) Why drivers be acting like every other person on the road is going to see Dora the Explorer or sumnat! And in the process, form other lanes. Bros, we're all trynna get to our destinations as quickly as possible. So. STAY IN YOUR LANE. My chest was filled with so much pride and happiness as the popo made scapegoats out of 5 people at the Lekki Toll today! *evilLaugh*

3) Why some people drive like tortoises. And start speeding at the point when they decide they want to overtake. Seriously? Seriously! Gets to me every time!

4) Why Okadas drivers have a disgustingly unhealthy unappreciation for human lives. I mean check out this bonfo with earphones blasting whatever. When he gets hit, he'll be the first to throw you a waka sign and start howling in righteous indignation. Me say it again. Seriousslyyy!

5)What does it cost you to observe roadside etiquette? What does it cost you to trafficate? What does it cost you to ask? What does it cost you to wait? Only about 10 seconds? If you so much as scratch me, you'll be spending a minimum of 10 minutes, if not more. So whats the point? 

Shaiza....

Its not a myth. Drive in Lagos, Nigeria and somehow manage to keep both driver and car sane as well as alive? Yeah. You can drive ANYWHERE IN THE COSMOS!

Nuff said!

Just.

Chill. Cruise. Listen to some D'Angelo. Works like magic *wink*

On another notee!

Some people need to be more tactical. Period.

I mean, my sister's getting her hair done and a 'plump' lady came in, you know just trynna treat herself to some nice clothies. 

Yes clothies.

And the sales girl  said:

"We don't have anything your size, some people came before and they're not as fat as you and we didn't have their size. Aunty, but we have jeans in your size."

Gumption much?

I cant begin to imagine my reaction. A fine slamming of her head to the wall, perhaps?

I kid. I kid.

No violence in the modabishez!

Much love, hugs and thugs. Kissing cousins kinda stuff.

XxX

Yours sanefully mad

Yeye Oh

Rebirth

Be transformed by the renewal of your mind.

I find myself thinking about how I'm not quite succeeding.

In my aims and objectives.
In my spiritual life.
In my oh so prized and valued relationships.

The equation has to change.
GATS.
How can things change if you still do the same things?
Magic, perhaps?
*scoff* Please, be not insane.

Understand that you, by yourself are absolutely nothing and an extremely capable, powerful, fearless and able woman filled with potential with Him.

Be transformed by the renewal of your mind, Sweet Yeye.

You cannot reason the same way.
You cannot think the same way.
You cannot analyse the same way.
You cannot 'love' the same way.
You cannot 'live' the same way.
You cannot BE the same way.

Turn to the back of Yo diary and see the goals you set out for yourself. How many of them have you started, talk less of completed.
The month is already gone.
1st quarter of the year
                      *whistle*
Flown by.
Just like that.
Like you literally saw the year fly in a Boeing 787. And you just stared at it. Eyes wide open.

And percentage of goals achieved?
Zilch.

So shameful.
Waystemayne.

So, how do you go about this rebirth/transformation?
-> Renewal
-> Guard
-> Grace & Strength

Renewal
Renew your mind. De-clutter your brain. There's too much junks. Replace the junks with healthy soul and edifying inner man food. Study, meditate and understand The Word.

Constantly.

De-clutter and renew your mind.

Guard
Those spiritual walls have to come up. And I must be on the lookout.
I snooze, I lose and fall.
And then I get stuck in the pool of self condemnation and reproach.
And then I cant do what I have to do to keep my mind healthy.
And then I become a mess.
Bad cycle.
Bad life to live.
Be watchful and alert.
Spiritual goggles on.
Robocop stance.

Grace& Strength 
Once again, I am nothing by myself. I cannot do ANYTHING in this life without great grace which is more than sufficient for me. And strength to carry on when the good turns to ugly.
Whats His specialty again?
Answer me

Being EVERYTHING I aint.

Being STRONG when I am weak
Being FAITHFUL when I am faithless
Being WISE when I am 2ce as foolish as Ashanti.
Being SO MUCH MORE THAN AWESOME when I have a large L hanging down my neck.

Ask and it will be given unto you
Grace and strength, Yo.

And everything else will fall into place.

In the overflow of His presence, there is fullness of joy, peace, healing, anointing and true rest.

Be transformed and be:

Happy
At peace (He IS the Prince of Peace, afterall, and I AM an Heiress to the Kingdom).
Wise
Strong
On fire
Fearless

It is well.

Happy Easter to me, myself and I.
Happy Easter to you.
And happy Easter to you too. *wink*

xxx

Yours Blessed Beyond Belief
Yeye Oh

The Mush Note

WARNING: Extremely emotional and gay epistle below. Barfing from excess cheese may ensue.

Love is not a game.
We could be heroes. Forever and ever.
Love is not a feeling. Its a conscious decision to commit.
Love is a battlefield. We fight to be together. Not to be away from each other.
Love is sacrifice.
God is Love.
Love is NOT a game.

So, the D-day has come and gone.

Its extremely hilarious.
I absolutely kill myself. Death by laughter.
Okay, okay. No death. But, yeah! You get the idea.

I thought I knew what it was
LOVE.
I thought I knew what it was to love and be loved.

Boy, was I wrong. SOOOOOOO wrong.

I mean, I had said it to two people and I DID mean it (or so I thought).
That was love alright.
Stupid, crazy, senseless, bitter love.
A love where I danced to the beat by my lonely-but-not-so-lonely self.
A love where I tangoed alone- I caressed my waist and looked into my eyes with such fiery passion and drove my legs to dance to the exotic music of bitter-taken-yo-ass-for-granted love.
A love where my sugar was stolen.

But they were even more wrong than I was.
Its MINE. Not yours.
MINE i.e it belong to me, myself and I.
You cant take whats mine unless I GIVE it to you.

And I did. Give it to you. ALL of it. Every single thing. Shamelessly, fearlessly. All for 'love's' sake
SOOO hilarious! You think you can take my stuff and claim it as your own.
That doesnt make it yours. It makes it STOLEN.
Bloody Prince of Persia- here to kill steal and destroy.

But Him.
*sigh*
A bare necessity of a man.
So simple yet so magnificent.

He waits. Not DEMANDS.
He loves. Not LUSTS.
He adores, Not PACIFIES.
He prays. For me and with me. Not PUTS ON A WEBCAM AND FALLS ON HIS SORRY KNEES.
He calls me beautiful. Not SEXY.
He calls me bold. Not CRAZY.
He calls me WOman. Not BITTER.

And I trust myself enough to trust him.

Trust him that he wont hurt me, not that: "Oh weeell! He IS a man, what do I expect, boys WILL BE BOYS."

Trust that when I say I love you too, he wouldnt use that as an excuse to chat up bimbos online. Mehe

SO!

14th of February
Valentines Day
Dooms Day for some
Test of Our Relationship Day in some cases.

Me- A day of gratitude for God's manifestation of His promises.

I'm extremely grateful for love, joy, peace family and rock stars called friends.

I'm an instrument constantly being used to showcase His Glory.

I'm grateful that Valentines day isnt just a one-day thing/celebration for us. Its everyday.
It hasnt been easy.
I mean, not that its been horrible; but it hasnt been all roses and honeycombs.
But the awesome outweighs the bad.
By far.

In other words, the ratio of the thought "Ugh! I'm sooo soo mad right now, I can't even speak to this dude" to "I.. I.. I.. feeeell likkee I'm flyingg over the moon" is 20: 80.

Not bad, eh?
Not bad at all!

Yours bombastically astounded
Mizz Oh