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Wednesday, May 31, 2006
We went down to MD this weekend, Uncle Timi was celebrating his dad's 70th birthday. Dupe Funmi and Ade rolled with Omolayo and I. We all crashed at Mo's crib, she was out of town for the weekend but left me her keys. Lola and Bowale came to hang out with us Saturday night. My sister was in town as well so we hung out with her for a bit. On our way out of town Sunday we stopped at Queensway to get our grub on. It was an ok weekend, not one of my usual London trips but we managed.
Big Sis, her friend and I
Me, Funmi and Isla..... we couldnt figure out the gale thing so we went hausa on MOFOS.
Madam Dupsey
Funmiatu looking zexy!
Dupe and her best pig!
Ok maybe I am getting kinda chunky....slim fast where art thou!
Funmi looking bunz! I did her hur
The Odds are against me but pile up enough Odds and you are Even. The inevitability of my ability to consistently overcome overwhelms me. As do the magnificence of God's grace towards me and mine. I marvel at my proximity to my destiny. I am astounded that Can't, Won't and Later disrupt my journey to greatness. A conscious decision is mine to make and christen them Can, Will and Now! My reflection gazes back at me with another challenge at hand, procrastination hinders my reaching my destination. Don't tell me where I should go till you walk in my shoes. Yesterdays mistakes are for tomorrows amends, yet I ponder on them like the hand of time changes? Mediocrity has become a comfort zone and I have turned obstacles into road-blocks rather than stepping-stones, I find myself compromising my integrity as I try to maintain the status quo. How easy it is to condemn me and defame my character, when you really should commend me, and applaud my efforts. Intimidated by my confidence, you misconstrue it as arrogance, I know who I am.... A strong, black-diamond in the rough, a female soldier, a Queen amongst her peers.. now who the hell are you?
