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Tuesday, August 22, 2006
FIIIIIICCCCCKIIIIIIIITTTTTTORIAAAA
Victoria is due any minute now so we decided to have a shower for her this past weekend. Everyone pitched in and bought her gifts. I was the hostess with the mostess and I spent the entire morning making obe buka for 25 people! Remi came by to decorate my place and ran back home cause she was hosting our monthly unmarried women meeting. I skipped it this month, I was soooo tired! Omolayo is back now and things are back to being hectic again! Besides working 3 nights a week at the Marlboro gig was not helping either, I would quit except I actually really love my job and its good money for acting a complete fool! Plus I need to support my spending habit! So anywho, the shower was bananas! We combined it with Malcolm’s birthday and hijacked his cake since we forgot to buy one for the shower. Vicky had a blast, we played games and the winners got a special prayer from Remi as prizes!!! Big ups to Shade Raleigh and Funmi for doing the dishes!!! We yarned nonsense till late at night, Shade New York and I being the only mothers in our mix scarred the hell out of them beeches…. LOL! I painted graphic pictures of them pooping on the OR table while pushing and their loved ones watching!!! And how they are sure to get mega stitches that will forfeit their sex lives for good! Buhahahahaha!!! Omobolanle…that’s bad!!!We were just talking junk, I had a C-section with Molayo so I advised them all to get c-sections so wan niba ile ise je! Buhahahaha, it was a riot!
I hope none of you heifers took me seriously O? My name is Bola….and I talk waaaaayyyyy too much shit!
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?
