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Chronicles of a Soldier
Friday, July 07, 2006

Razzzzz girl named Bola
I was talking to my girl Imade yesterday and she told me she saw a clip of some interview I did in 1997 at Unilag! So I was like really? Did I look cute? what did I have on? She busted out laughing! She told me that when it came on, her husband recognized me instantly and said "Imade is this not your best friend?" Just after she denied that it was me, I introduced myself as Bola Odegbami! She explained to her husband and his friends who were visiting that it was a long time ago and she was looking around for a recent picture! Buhhahahaha I was laughing my head off! In horror she described outfit "Bola you know that blue and white shirt you love, you had that on with my neon blue Moschino shades and your hair was some short mess and you looked skinny!!! No, you looked hungry with your long neck and you were blowing fone. Please who was that random nobody you were standing with?" I couldnt stop laughing, the funny thing about that is you could not tell me and my friends we were not the hottest things since high heels! I remember the shirt she was talking about too, omo that was my best baff at the time. LOLOL.

The interview was about secret cults and their effects on school campuses. I have always been the big mouth girl o, the one with the opinion. I remember some cult boys told me not to come to school for 2 weeks because I was mouthing off and then another incident where they almost beat my boyfriend, Fisayo, because I would not give this one cult guy a cigarette! Lola, Lolu Bisola and Fisayo begged on my behalf! I clearly did not understand what the fuss was about.

So this show was on the African channel, on Comcast network. I asked Imade to tape it whenever it airs again. That is too funny!! My name is Bola and I am an official Rasmoboge!



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?

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