I love me some Pidgin

I have noticed lately that whenever i write on this blog, 1/4 of it is in pidgin english. First of all, that's due to me assuming 95% of my readers are nigerians who understand pidgin english, secondly it really depends on my mood. On my previous 3 deleted blogs (RIP), i hardly ever wrote in pidgin. I'm not sure what happened, but i guess i no longer have to deal with being depressed and i'm a much happier and light hearted person. I doubt anyone who used to read my other blogs would believe it was the same person.

So i was chatting with my first "love" (ewwww... i can't believe i wrote that. I think i threw up a lttle in my mouth) today. We started dating when i was 15 and the relationship lasted for a little more than 2 yrs. That's my longest relationship to date. Anyway, we were chatting and he said something like he no longer speaks pidgin english (he never used to speak it back then anyway, so i don't know what he was yapping about). I asked him what was wrong with speaking Pidgin English, and he was like u know, after u speak it for a while, it starts affecting ur English. WHAT?!!!! Now i see y my friends thot he was a pretentious bastard.

Well, given the fact that i can't speak any other nigerian language fluently (....at all) thanks to my darling, wonderful parents, especially my mother who can speak 7 languages fluently...... i have fully embraced pidgin english as my own. I don't care that it is not recognized by most nigerians as an official language. Tell that to my left toe. If it wasn't a language, how come non-nigerians can't understand nigerian pidgin english (yes, i know other african countries have their own pidgin). I have been speaking pidgin English since i could talk. I think i learned pidgin b4 i even learned how to speak english cos that's what we speak with my mom. My dad hates that, but he doesn't count in this issue cos he was never around while we were growing up. I don't think it has affected my English at all. I happened to attend two snotty secondary schools and it was razz to speak pidgin. I mean, people didn't even attempt to speak it, so it wasn't an issue. I remember in SS3 when i said something to my friends in pidgin english in school, a lot of them were shocked that i could speak pidgin. That's the first time someone said to me "you don't look like someone who can speak pidgin". B4 then i didn't know that people who could speak pidgin had a certain look. I have heard that statement many more times since then but i have since stopped wondering how people who speak pidgin english look.

I had friends who as at SS3 (12th grade to u americanas) did not even understand pidgin English, talk less of speak it. One of the things i love about the nigerian university system/culture is that it is cool to speak pidgin. I don't care how boti (ajebutter, aso, assorted) u r, by the time u graduate from uni. u will not only understand pidgin, u will also speak it. I'm still shocked whenever i call one of my bestie's from sec sch and she speaks pidgin. This is someone that could not speak it at all when i left naija. I used to beg her to stop whenever she would attempt cos she sounded so bad. Now she's a fluent speaker of pidgin thanks to uni. I'm so proud of her. Another of my fellow jambite, you would never hear this dude utter a word in pidgin when we first got into school. By the time he was in final year, whenever i would call it would be hard for me to believe this was the same person. The dude was rapping pidgin.

I think the stigma people used to have (or still have) with pidgin is that it was a language for the illiterate or uneducated pple. You all know how hard we try to be westernized/american/janded back home. I remember back then when one of my classmates called my house and heard my mom speaking pidgin in the background, she asked me if that was the maid, as she could not imagine it being anyone else. Of course, i asked her if she was crazy..... i no dey play like that. Na my mama she dey call house help?! I think back then i was the only one of my friends whose family spoke pidgin. I was cool then, i'm still cool now. Thank u very much! Na them sabi. My brother's friends used to tease him about it, and it got to a point where the dude refused to speak pidgin anymore. Ok, no problem.... speak english, we do dey answer u for pidgin. OMG, i'm laughing so hard remembering this cos, something happened that made him give up that nonsense. So the dude had an appendectomy. After he was wheeled out of surgery, they wheeled him down the corridor past where i was, so i followed behind. All the while, my brother is moaning and groaning about the pain. He's not fully awake at this point oh, and to this day he cannot recall. Guess which language he was doing the moaning and groaning in? You guessed right..... PIDGIN. I want to die from laughing right now. I'm definitely going to remind him when he gets home tonight.

He was like "e dey pain......" The nurse would ask him back "e dey pain?" It was so funny, cos prior to that my brother had completely boycotted pidgin english for months. You can bet ur life that i told my other siblings and he didn't hear the last of it for a long long time. After that incident, the boy said fuck it, and went back to his roots. Oh lord. I love my brother, he's quite a character. I love speaking my pidgin english jooh! Nothing do me. These days whenever i hang out with my friends that's what we speak. The conversation just seems to flow better and it doesn't hurt that we can talk about whatever without pple understanding us. Trust me that was never the case when we were younger, but for some reason now that we are older, we tend to speak pidgin more. It's funny how friends i had in naija that i never spoke a word of pidgin to, now when we talk all we speak is pidgin. I wonder what happened.

I don't think it has affected my English at all both written or spoken, although i will admit that there was one time when i was arguing with my jamo ex about something i said, and he said it wasn't correct. I insisted that it was, only for me to get home and realize i had said it the way i would say it if i was speaking pidgin. Oh well. But, i give myself kudos for being the best in my Eng 1101 and 1102 classes. I took those classes less than a year of me being here. So this is concrete evidence that there's hope for my pidgin english lovers out there. It doesn't affect ur english, unless u were bad in english to begin with. Then pls i beg u, find something else to blame.

By the way, in case u guys were wondering why my mother who can speak 7 languages refused to teach her kids even one, let me tell u. You know how they say when two elephants fight, it's the grass that suffers, that's what happened. So my parents are from 2 different tribes. My two older sisters who are a decade older than the rest of us grew up speaking igbo. They even went to primary school in onitsha where back then (i don't know about now) kids were taught in igbo. My dad was not around for most of these years. Years later he comes back to naija and decrees that there should be no more igbo speaking in the house and insisted that my mom should teach his language to the kids. My mom can speak his language very fluently cos she went to live with his mother who can't speak english after they got married. So she had to learn the language in order to communicate. She picks up languages so easily, i'm jealous. Anyway, my mom got mad and in order to get back at my father (bad decision if u ask me) she decided that she would not speak her igbo or his Edo to her kids. If my dad wanted us to speak his language then he would have to teach us. Well, he wasn't around to teach us. Me and my younger siblings weren't even born when this happened, but that's how we ended up a naija languageless household. My older sisters eventually forgot how to speak igbo and we all ended up rolling in pidgin. My mom regrets it now though, but it's too late. She tried teaching us my dad's language when we were still in primary school, but it never took. Although, now i can understand a little bit, but someone could probably sell me in that language while i'm standing right there and i wouldn't know. As thing with igbo, i can understand a little bit.

Did i just sit here and type a whole post on pidgin english? Who said i don't have issues. For all those who were wondering, i took ur advice and i have been MR. STINGLESS for 3 days now. I feel so much better. More of that later and my naija toasters in Nigeria. I don't believe those guys. I no know wetin dey see for my body. They haven't seen me in six year oh! Somebody help me understand.

African dream customer service sucks!!!!!

I am so pissed off. If i was light skinned, i bet my whole body would be red right now. On top of the issues i'm having to deal with right now, one bitch, who is going to die a slow painful death has decided to add to my issues.

First of all, i will never buy AFRICAN DREAM phone card ever again. They have the WORST customer service i have ever encountered in my life. I am so pissed, i'm shaking. All for $5. It's not even about the money at this point. It's the blatant rudeness.

So i buy a phone card to call my friend in SA. I scratch the card, put in the pin number and they said "you do no have sufficient funds to make this call" Kini? I dial again, thinking i didn't hear right, same message. So like a responsible citizen, i dial their customer service number and explain my little problem. The girl starts off with an attitude and tells me that i used the card. Haba! I said i just dey scratch the card now now, i never even dial any number. so she's like hold on, i held on. She comes back after what feels like 4ever, i even thot she hung up, that's how long i had to hold. They don't even the courtesy of having a hold music, bastards. So she comes back and tells me that i used the phone card on the 20th from maryland to call Liberia. Wetin, wetin?!!!! First of all, i'm not in maryland. Maryland is a 12hr drive away from here. Secondly, i no know anybody for Liberia. I try to nicely explain all these very pertinent facts to the lady calmly oh, b4 i know wetin dey happen she don dey shout for me. I swear to God, i was shocked, because i was the one supposed to be yelling not her. She was like "Did u buy the card from me, what do u want me to do? You need to go back to the gas station". I was like, "why are u having an attitude........" B4 i could complete my sentence, oh girl don hang up the phone. To say i was shocked is an understatement.

So i called back, they put me on hold, picked the phone and hung up THRICE.... finally another person picks (these are all africans by the way, not nigerian accents, more like ethiopian accents). I try to explain to her, evidently they knew who i was cos b4 i could even finish, she starts telling me that i already used the card, that there's nothing i could do except go back to the gas station i got it from. I tried to explain that the card was not tampered with and the gas station does not do refunds on phone cards, as i'm talking, she's talking over me saying "ma'am, ma'am and pressing a button on the phone that makes a beeping sound so that i can stop talking. So i keep quiet and she repeats that i have to go back to the gas station, and b4 i can get another word in, she hangs up on me. Can u imagine?!!!

Of course, i'm pissed and i go back to the gas station. Do u think i got another phone card? NO!!! I didn't think i would cos in all honesty the gas station doesn't have to refund the phone card cos the problem is with the company not the gas station. The card wasn't tampered with, their records show the card was used in maryland, and we are not in maryland. So i know the gas station has nothing to do with this mess.

I dey vex, i dey vex, i dey vex .................... i need an outlet for this anger. I'm submitting a complaint on the FTC website. I am that pissed. I don't give a shit that it's $5. It's not about the money. I don't think anyone should be treated that way. Hanging up on me for what? God go punish all of them. Unexpected diarrhea to them all. Na so dey go dey shit for body for the rest of this yr.

Complications

I think i've made a serious mistake. Once again my impulsive nature has gotten the best of me. I never should have agreed to enter into a relationship with Mr. Sting without giving it serious thought (I didn't). It's been a couple of months and i have been struggling for a while to make myself want to be in a relationship with him. As a boyfriend, there's nothing wrong with him. He's very attentive.... too attentive if u ask me. I had to complain about that, and now he doesn't call everyday anymore which is fine with me. I was starting to resent being obligated to talk to him even when i was tired, cos i really have been working a lot these days.

The problem is i only felt excited and interested in the relationship for a week, 2 at the most. I haven't seen this guy in 6yrs. I dislike long distance relationships to begin with. If he was in a different state, it wouldn't be so bad. He's in a different continent, where i have to spend roughly $2000 just to go see him. I don't have a money tree in my backyard. These days i don't even feel like talking to him anymore. I have so much gist, but for some reason, i'm not inclined to gist with him. I don't know what my problem is. I tried, i really did. It's not like i don't like him but i don't think i want to be in such a long distance relationship. I'm too lazy to do all the movement it requires. My passport has been expired since january, even though the nigerian consulate is 30minutes from my house, i can even mail the damn thing sef, still, i can't be bothered to renew it.

What am i going to do about Mr. Sting? He hasn't done anything to me. I tried telling him i might not be too interested in the relationship anymore, and he said i shouldn't take any rash decisions. Miss GNG told me to give it a try, and my bestie from naija also said the same thing, but i don try and it's not happening. I don't even mentally feel like i have a boyfriend. A naija lady at the hospital asked me if i had a boyfriend and i promptly said no, b4 remembering that i did. I should have just let sleeping dogs lie. I really don't know what to do. Should i wait it out or should i tell him to keep it moving? If i wait it out, what exactly am i waiting for?!

Meanwhile, one of my friends in naija who has vowed not to marry if he doesn't get married to me, ambushed me with a phone call from his mother yesterday evening. She was like, why have i not come to naija? That i should keep it in mind that as soon as i come to naija, they are coming to pay my dowry. See me see wahala. Wetin i suppose to tell the woman? I just told my friend that he was lucky he wasn't around me cos he would have received a serious konk from me. I don't know what to tell this guy. He has sickle cell anemia. Personally, i don't have a problem with it cos i'm AA BUT my mother will not let me get married to him and i asked my bestie who just became a doctor and she was like hell nah! This is someone who is such a softie, but she said she has seen a lot of cases and i shouldn't try it. If i was in love with him and all that jazz then i could even begin to attempt that waka. I like him a lot, but we have never been in a relationship so i don't have those kinds of feelings for him. Although, i'm very aware that u don't have to be in a relationship to have those kinds of feelings for someone.

I am just complicating my whole life with my own 2 hands.

Loving my job

Today is not a happy day for me, but i'm sure i will be fine. On to better gist.

I LOVE my new job at the mental hospital. I swear, when my shift ended on Sunday afternoon, i didn't want to leave. I really wished i was going back on Monday, but i don't go back until Saturday. First of all let me say i escaped working in the hardcore unit all 3 days of my unit orientation. I was still in the schizophrenic/bipolar/depressed unit but they are not the violent ones. I have never worked so hard in all the almost 6yrs i've been working. I was on my feet for 8hrs straight and that has never happened. You have to check on the patients every 15mins and note where they are and what they are doing. Do u know how tedious that is?

You would think i would hate it, right? But i love it. I'm so mentally stimulated, unlike in any of my other jobs. It's like i'm using my brain the whole 8hrs i'm there coupled with the fact that i have to be alert. I don't want any unexpected punches abeg. God!!! If u see the evil eye this one dude was giving me eh?! I fear die. If i did not know he was sick, it would have been another story. Oh, let me tell u guys what happened on Saturday. I was behind the nursing station writing stuff, when i heard "poow!!" The same patient that punched the girl that trained me on Friday, had punched a Dr. that was walking out of the unit jejely. She was in the violent unit that i'm scared of. The doctor came out of the unit, face don red dey swell up. Oh boy, it wasn't funny oh. This lady had been hitting people all week and they told her the next time she did it she was going to jail. After she hit the Doctor, we had to go do a "take down". Na so we carry wear gloves, run go there, (i run follow them like say i for fit do anything) but she gave in without a fight and they put her in the lock down room, or whatever they call it. They called the police sha and she ended up getting automatically discharged and going to jail. They had tried to transfer her to another psychiatric hospital, but they refused to take her, so we had no choice cos she was getting really dangerous. She had been on 1:1 (meaning someone had to be with her every sec) all week. Still that didn't help.

Back to why i like the job, I'm not 100% sure how to explain it, but i just enjoy being there. I don't know if it's because it's a new experience and it's really interesting seeing some of the interesting characters they have or if it's because for the first time, i actually get a chance to help people just by talking and interacting with them. I can be very shy, but given the nature of the job i can't be cos i have to talk to these people. I haven't done a lot of talking but i have been observing how some of the other MHA's interact with the patients and it is so interesting to me. I feel so bad for some of them. Just looking at them, you will never know they are schizophrenic or bipolar.

The one that breaks my heart the most is this 19yr old boy. Fine boy! He reminds me of my brother. He was staring at me on Sunday, he almost had his hand slammed on the door cos the person in front of him didn't hold the door and he wasn't watching. So i told him to watch the door, and he chuckled cos he knew what i was talking about. 5mins later he's sitting in the day room, and i'm standing by the door and i turned around and find him staring at me again. He was just looking, so i said hello and he kept on looking without speaking. So i asked him if he was okay, and he put his head down b4 he said he was fine. What do u make of that? Should i be scared? I had a live pimple that day placed prominently on my forehead, maybe that's what he was looking at. I hope he's not there when i go back on Saturday cos that would mean he has gotten better enough to go home.

Initially i had thot that most of the patients were out of it (crazy) but most of them are not. They have been stabilized by their drugs, so they are "normal", meaning they are aware of everything that's going on, can carry out a regular conversation and stuff like that. I heard some of them are really in a bad shape when they first come in, but their meds help them feel better. So they are just regular people who have mental health issues. I really want to stop being so shy and start talking to them, hopefully i can do that this weekend.

My favorite character so far even though i haven't said a word to him is the gay dude. He's in the violent ward, but behaves himself most of the time unless he just wants attention. He can come over to my unit to take smoke breaks with them or go over to the cafeteria with people from my unit. Usually people from his unit cannot do that cos they are too unpredictable. They are the ones that talk to themselves and other people we can't see and that type of stuff. It's really sad to see. Anyway, back to gay dude. First of all, don't tell him he's not on a catwalk oh, cos he'll probably think u are crazy. He has his signature walk, which is how he walks everywhere especially when he sees you looking at him then he plays it up. He does the hair flip and all that. On Sunday, when i got to work he asked for his bag from the back, they gave him to him. The next thing i saw, he took out his perfume, and sprayed little puffs from the top of his arm (on his shirt) to the bottom, on both arms. Then he said, hmm... i sprayed a little too much didn't i? (You think). He talks in the stereotypical gay way of talking, so that's fun to watch. Then he brought out his nail polish, and proceeded to touch up his already polished nails. Then he was telling me, "don't let no body touch my stuff... nah ahhhnn, if they want to do their nails, they need to get their own stuff and i'll do it for them, but they can't be touching my stuff". Mind you, all their bags are stashed in a room behind the nursing station where no patient can get to it. Character!

There's just so many stories to tell, but the most important thing i know is that this experience is going to make me a better person in many ways. ALSO, me wey too like fine boys i need to be careful, all those fine boys wey dey waka for road no be all of them well oh! If u see some of the guys here, u would never think they had mental issues. There's this one dude i can't just stop looking at, not because he's so cute (he is good looking) but because i just can't believe he has mental issues. He is the stereotypical tall, dark and handsome dude, but with a little psychosis to go with it. I guess it comes in all packages. It's a really sad thing. I think i might end of being a psychiatric doctor if i don't find anything more interesting along the way.

Wahala don wear shoe

Forgive my absence people, i have been working like a fool. Boy, do i have gist for u guys. Remember that job i asked you guys to pray for me to get....... Well, it was only after i started orientation and had to take a one day training class on self defense and handling aggressive/combative patients that it sunk in that i was working in a MENTAL hospital. I don't know what my brain has been registering all this while. I mean..... i was aware that it was a psychiatric hospital but i don't think i was AWARE.

Today was my first day at the unit (ward) and i woke up at 3am cos i couldn't sleep. I had heard different stories of how people would walk up to u and just sucker punch u or give u a hot slap for no reason. Fear catch me. Coupled with the fact that through out the orientation everyone just assumed i was so young, they all assumed i was between 19-21yrs. How would i evoke any kind of authority with those patients. Today, I even had a patient ask me my age and then proceed to tell me he was older than me cos i was 18yrs old. See wahala. When i told them to come in from their smoke break, some of them didn't even blink. I'm supposed to be in charge of these people oh! The second time i had to say it, i had to inject some authority into the voice abeg, i no fit shout. The director of nursing in the hospital had earlier asked me if i was scared and i said no (partial lie, at that time i had talked myself out of most of my fear). The dude told me i should be scared. He was like, he was scared too on his first day at a psych ward. He just told me to watch my back and be on alert always. Yeah...... that was very helpful at putting me at ease. Just ignore the rapidly beating heart and the regular back and forth glances over my shoulders.

They were going to place me in the hard core schizophrenic unit today, but the girl who was supposed to train me refused cos she had been punched in her neck on Tuesday and she said she wasn't feeling up to it. That's how i escaped it, but everytime i entered that unit, na so my heart dey beat. They had a divalicious gay dude on that unit, and he was quite a character, flipping long hair that he doesn't have.

I have to be at work at 7am, and anyone who knows me knows i am not a morning person. I feel like i'm being severely tortured. I have had to show up for orientation all weekat 8-8.30 am. I don't show up at my regular job until 10am. This is hell, but i suspect i will get used to it soon. Extra money doesn't hurt. Let's just hope i don't end up with a black eye or some loose teeth while earning it. You guys keep praying for me abeg, i don't want to be given a beat down by any patient. I highly doubt that that one day self defense class would do me any good.

Boys are Gross!

Seriously. No offense to the guys..... well, to be honest, offense to the guys. I don't care cos it's true. Boys are just gross, if not why then do most guys feel the need to talk about shit and shitting? Not only that, they also think it's cool to belch and fart (mess, gas or pass gas, shoot the breeze or whatever euphemism u choose to adopt), whenever or where ever they please. The things i've put up with all in the quest for "love" chei!

Let me tell u guys about the Jamo that i was talking to and his messing (farting) issues. Within the first week of knowing the dude and hanging out, this guy was comfortable enough to start farting in front of me. To be honest, i don't think he was ever uncomfortable in the first place. I doubt the thot ever crossed his mind that this chic is not my sister, or mother and she might not appreciate having to hear and inhale my waste product. B4, i could say Jack Robinson, the boy don mess, then he would have the audacity to say "Pardon" pronounced "parrr-don!". The one wey vex me pass, was the day we were eating at his house and right in the middle of chopping (eating) the food, oh boy don mess, dey say "parr-don!" I was so disgusted, e be like say make i slap am. Food no gree me chop again. I just thot that was so rude, like seriously. That's just gross. Right in the middle of a meal?!!!!!

Then there was this other dude that did his own all the way from naija. Just imagine. We are talking on the phone one blessed morning and he says he's in the toilet. Next thing i know, he's like listen to this...... what do i hear, loud disgusting farting sounds. Christ! WTF?!! What was that for? I no say make e no shit. It's bad enough that he's doing it and talking to me, but did he have to do that?

Then there's this idiot at my lab, that just belches out of the blue. Lunch time has long come and gone, but he will be belching like a fool. I don't mind light belches that only the person next to u can hear, but when the whole lab can hear ur disgusting belch leaving us to wonder what animal you just consumed, that is so not cool. Besides, i know that you can control ur belch. Ah ah! Wetin?! Saying Excuse me doesn't cut it, not when u do it all the time. Just gross!

Which brings me to the question that i have been dying to ask. To all u married chics, and chics in relationships, how or when do u get comfortable enough to start farting in front of ur guy/husband? Serious oh! I know pple that can't go to the bathroom (shit) when their guy is in the house or close by. There are some days when i have serious gas issues, and i can't imagine having a guy lying next to me, cos i think we would be broken up or divorced come morning. Now, i have no problem doing any of all that in front of my brother, but he doesn't count. Oya, make una nack me tory!

Here's to the chicalas

I went out with my friends to have dinner on Sunday and we had a blast. I usually don't go out, so even though one of these chics lives like 5 minutes away from me, i haven't seen her in almost 4yrs. It's that bad. We had a friend come in from out of town, that one i hadn't seen in 9yrs, so there was no way i was going to get out of this. I'm glad i went though. Loud Nigerians that we are, we laughed for over 2hrs that we were there, speaking pidgin english and just talking about crazy guys. I had so much fun and it made me miss having close female friends like i did in naija. Oh well.

Because i'm too lazy to put up a proper post. I'm going to repost something i saw on my friend's FB page that resonated with me. Hope u girls like it.

Here's to all those girls who used to be his number one

The ones who waited all night for him to call, only to check the caller ID the next morning and be disappointed.

The ones who made it through that bitter break up, dried
your own tears, and moved on with your life, only to have him walk back in it months later like nothing ever happened.

Those of you who cried on the first day you talked again because you knew exactly where this phone call was going.

The ones who listened to him say, "I only want to be your friend,"
one day, and the next, listened to him say how much he "loves" and "misses you."


We deserve something, and this is our tribute.
Here's to the ones that took him back, hoping that maybe this time, he was different, hoping that maybe people really do change.

We listened to our friends tell us that we were stupid for even thinking about giving him another chance, caught crap from our parents, and even snuck around to see him for a while.

We went through the great stage with no fights all over again. We started this out thinking it would be just friends, and ended up falling in love with him again.

We wanted nothing more in the world than to hear him tell us he loved us too, that even though things were bad in the past, they would be different this time. And when we finally heard it, it was like we were dreaming. This is for us.

Here's to the ones who believed what he said, sat around all over again waiting for a phone call that might come in a few hours, or a few days.


Here's for the tears cried and dried all over again. We wanted so
desperately to believe that he was really busy, he couldn't possibly call us at that moment, or even that he fell asleep early.

We trained ourselves to believe the lies because we wanted to believe we had found the one for us.


We learned to SETTLE for someone who didn't treat us the way we should be treated.

Here's for the ones who did their hair and make up and put on their prettiest earrings, only to hear him say that he couldn't see us today.

The ones who never believed it when people told us there might be someone else. We just couldn't believe that he could do this to us again.

This is for those great girls, who loved him more than words can say, and took him back no matter what happened last time because they couldn't bear to look back on their lives one day and wonder "what if".

Here's to the girls who couldn't cry to their friends because of how stupid they felt. The ones who held it all in when things came crumbling to pieces again.

This is for the ones who couldn't bear to even tell their mom what was going on, for fear of an "I told you so."

The ones that could just TELL that they had made a mistake ever allowing him into their hearts, their beds, and their dreams again.

We knew that we deserved better the entire time, that we deserved a guy who would call when he said he was going to, one that would come see us whenever he got the chance, one that would really care about us. We just wanted the one that we loved like that.

Here's for the ones that FINALLY realized that he never gave a crap about them.

Here's for the time that he broke your heart again. This is for those days spent trying to hold back the tears, and the tears that turned into anger, then disappointment.

Here's for us girls who finally realized that we
deserve better. This is for those confusing days, when you miss him, and want nothing more than to hear his voice, or feel his arms around your waist. Stay strong, and remember that relationships are like broken glass, sometimes it's better to leave it alone rather than try to put the pieces back together and get hurt. Remember the times you cried, and how long it
took you to even be able to look at another guy like that.

******When "your song" comes on the radio, turn the station. When the day comes that he realizes what a mistake he made and tries calling, turn your phone off. When he tries coming to your house, don't answer the door. Think of the broken promises, and the lies, the manipulation and the tears, the wasted moments and staying up all night wondering where the crap he was. Think of how your heart used to jump when your phone would vibrate in the middle of the night, and how it fell to your stomach when you saw it wasn't him, and realized that once again, he hadn't called when he said he was going to.*********

One day, you'll find a guy who's worth all the tears, but he won't make you cry. You may think that you'll never care about someone like you did that guy that you always ran back to, but you will. It's gonna hurt like crap, and it's going to need time to heal, but the point is, it will heal.

This is for those girls, who fell back in love with their ex, only to
get hurt all over again.



2 all the girls who can relate....repost this.....repost this cause its true....its deep...its from the heart

FOOD FOR THOUGHT (WARRI VERSION)

A rolling stone ……… na person push am.
A stitch in time...….. dey prevent further tear tear.
Birds of the same feather……… na the same mama born dem.
One good turn……… na power steering be that.
A bird in hand…….. kill am chop 1st b4 u go find another one for bush.
He who laughs last…….. na mumu. Why him nor catch the joke at the first time and laugh when other dey laugh?
The patient dog…….. Na hunger go kill am


*mumu - fool, dumbass, ode, opke, olodo etc, etc

Holla at me if u need further translations.

(I got this from somewhere... only God knows)

Husby

I've been noticing how people refer to their husbands over the years, and i have come to the conclusion that they are some words i would never address or refer to my husband as

1. Hubby
2. Hobby (I have seen that spelling and i was like WTF, hobby?!)
3. Hussie (Now, that just plain ol' reminds me of a prostitute)
4. Husby (You sure know how to combine don't ya!)

Please, if nothing else just say husband.

To those of u guilty of the above offenses, pls tell us y and for those who have been able to escape it, tell us the more imaginative and creative names u have come up with.

This doesn't necessarily have any bearing on the what i just wrote, but it reminds me of one of my bestfriends who just go married in Dec. Before she got married she would call her boyfriend's name whenever she referred to him. She never even referred to him as "my boyfriend" she always said his name. As soon as they got married, all she would say whenever she talked about him, was "my husband". I was left to wonder what happened to his name. Is that a requirement after you get married? Someone help me out here, i don't know these things.