MUSIC, TWITTER, AND OUR EXPECTATIONS TOO.

         One question I always ask a particular ridiculous friend of mine is “who sets these standards?” From the look of things, this write-up will be quite similar to IT’S A GAY WORLD, because that’s what Nigerians say every time you do something that is quite different from the “norm” and the crap everyone is used to.

   A few days ago, I tweeted “Taylor Swift’s new album is amazing” and the loooooovely reply I got was, as usual, “YOU’RE GAY!” *sighs* I thought to myself, does the music I listen to define my sexuality? I was very confused so I decided to throw the question out to the general public (just a few hundred followers actually) and the dude who commented on the previous tweet replied again and said “yes, listening to Taylor Swift, especially if it’s the whole album”.

   My Subgroup head in my fellowship wears these very skinny skinnies, he even has this very blue one that’s brighter than the skies ۳( º̩̩́_º̩̩̀)۳ , he passed by me and a friend of mine this fateful day and my sadly ignoramus of a friend asked if my oga was gay (Oga Godson if you’re reading this, I’m really sorry, please don’t punish meL) (yayy! I didn’t know Microsoft word had smileys J L hehehe). Then the next question my friend asked that why would a fellowship executive wear skinnies not to talk of a colorful one, that what example is he setting for the members of the fellowship?

   A particular night, a friend tweeted (yes, I have very ignorant friends :’[) something like how guys shouldn’t be listening to slow songs, that songs like that are meant for girls, so my humble self asked that does that mean we can’t listen to songs by Adele, Usher, Rihanna or even Chris Brown. The reply I got, which was still shocking despite the fact that I expected it, was “yes”.

    One of the adults at the church I attend at home asked what fellowship I was attending in school, when I told her, she told me that I must leave my fellowship and that I should attend the fellowship of our church, or I should attend TACSFON or Baptist Student Fellowship. That my fellowship is a new generation church and that I wasn’t going to grow spiritually.

    It’s funny how people who do not matter tend to have daunting influence on the day-to-day decisions we take, like, the way we dress, our speech, and so many other things. How you are judged for not being “current”, for not dressing fly and shii, by people who should not even have a say in our lives, people who should be tied to a huge rock and thrown in the ocean ( ˘˘̯) .

   That’s where the ultimate question comes in, WHO SETS THESE STANDARDS? Who says I should not listen to Adele if I’m a guy? That my very straight, very diligent, and very spiritual Oga shouldn’t put on very colorful and bright jeans? I’m very confused.

   I remember a day I was reading an article online where they were asking musicians their favorite album of the year 2011, and a very bad-boyish, straight head of a rock band said Adele’s 21, that when he’s on his motorcycle, he plugs his earpiece in his ears and just tunes out. If you dare say that in our dear country, they’ll call you gay for the rest of your dear life. I admit, I’m not the ‘manliest’ of guys, but c’mon! How does the kind of music I listen to determine if I like to dish it out to guys??? Just how??? People, please, the way we dress or the music we listen to doesn’t necessarily reflect our sexuality!

   And I may not be the most spiritual person around, but telling me to leave my fellowship because it’s new and automatically judging that I’d grow spiritually because a fellowship says girls shouldn’t put on trousers is just plain wrong! Is it not the same God? What’s the guarantee that I’ll even grow at all? Well, I’ll leave with my three favorite words (no, not “are you retarded?”) IT IS WELL.

The Damned Routine

I must warn you that this post is going to be long compared to others that I've written, that's just cause I'm feeling really crappy, listening to sad songs and trying to just write away my feelings.

   Life is usually monotonous yeah? I mean, we usually have everything planned out for us, from primary school to secondary school to the university, and then we go for youth service, then we start working, earn six - eight figures, and then we get married, give birth, then our children start the miserable routine all over again while we whither and die. That's how it usually is nah, shey?
   They how come I have absolutely no idea where my life is headed, not one! Do I go for the youth service or go for my masters? And after that what next sef? And do I really want to be an Estate Surveyor and Valuer? HAHA! It was all my father's idea not mine. Is this all? Is this all life has to offer? I have absolutely no idea, I don't want to "get a job" because it's next on the list, I want to get a job when I feel like! Why can't I continue living with my very accommodating father? He won't mind.

   You see, I am considered weird in some factions, because, well, I'm kinda different, I think I am, 'cause I've heard my friends having normal conversations with other people and it sounds nothing like a "normal" conversation with me, so maybe it's 'cause I'm different........... kinda.

   So maybe that's why these strange thoughts are passing through my head, I'm one of those people who wants to make a living doing what they love, but I'm not a writer, I mean, I write, I love writing, some people claim I'm good at it even though I do not think so, but that doesn't necessarily make me a writer. I've read blogs, articles and all kinda stuffs and I've seen real writers write while I read and get goose bumps all over, I'm pretty sure no one gets goose bumps reading any of my works, and besides, I don't use all the big words, satires and other stuffs real writers use, so yes, I clearly don't have a future in writing.
     I want to work at a radio station, I love that, sounds fun yeah? And I hear it's really lucrative now, you just ask Toolz and N6, and I speak English fluently and I also listen to music like crazy, problem is, well, so do hundreds of other people with more "americanized" voices and way better nicknames, I mean, I may speak fluent English, but certainly not "americanized", and I hate parties! God! I feel really uncomfortable around strangers, really, I'm a chronic loner. So that's it, that's all, what else do I love doing? Dancing? Haha! Let's not even go there.

      And MARRIAGE! That's next in line yeah? That's what we usually do after securing a good job, haha! Marriage!
Let me just clarify before I clarify, It's not that I don't believe in marriage, I do, I mean, I'm a good christian & a very spiritual one at that, the problem however is what the society has turned the concept of marriage into, you see, like I stated earlier, I'm a loner, a chronic one, I absolutely love being alone, I hate stress! The problem with marriage is simple...... Women nag, a lot, most of you will deny that you don't, but considering that I've had two mothers, a big mummy, and several aunties, I know better, and I hate being nagged. Besides, the concept of sticking to one person for the rest of my surely-to-be-very-long life? AHHHH! E hard small!!! I'm not promiscuous, oh no, I've done that thing fewer times than the number of goals Torres has scored in Chelsea, but it just sounds so damn difficult, I want children tho, plenty, I love children, and no, I'm not a pedophile.
   Another problem is, I don't want to grow old, no, I don't want to live forever "perhaps the best news I've heard about life is that it ends" (thanks Sam), yes I want to live long, very long! But I don't want to grow old, I don't want to have wrinkles, lose my close to perfect hearing abilities, my already rapidly-declining eyesight,  I want to be young forever, not forever, just for the rest of my life.

     So yes, you see my predicament, my "issues", what's on my mind. But I'm almost certain we all have the same issues, that we all have something like this going through our minds, and we'll just do what everyone else has been doing about it, NOTHING! We'll just follow the damned routine.

P.S: YOU CAN NOW POST YOUR COMMENTS, I'VE EDITED MY SETTINGS.

STUDENTS + DYING = STUDYING

ALL CHARACTERS IN THIS ARTICLE ARE FICTITIOUS, AND ANY RESEMBLANCE TO REAL PERSONS, LIVING OR DEAD, IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL......... Yeah Right!

I'm a student (durhh), I hate school (double durhhh).
Yayy that was funny.
I'm sorry, I'm silly, I know.

     Yes! 99% of us hate school, very much, classes at least if not the school itself. And the remaining 1%? Well...... they're dead.
       I personally hate school an awful lot (I use "awful lot" an awful lot don't you think), no I'm not lazy, I mean, okay maybe I am, but that's not why, from Primary to Secondary to this damned shithole called a University.
         I had mad fun in primary school, I don't remember any of it tho so I'll just move on. But it's me, I must have had mad ass fun, pretty sure I would have hated it anyways 'cause it's school (triple durhhhh).
        Secondary school *sighs* MAD FUN!!!!! Had the craziest friends ever, did the craziest things, (I'll fill you guys in one day don't worry). Thing is, amidst all the "mad fun", I still hated it, why? My teachers were angels from hell! They used to flog the living daylights out of me, and I wasn't stubborn oo, oh no, *dusts halo*, they were just mean and enjoyed beating me sha :(. And those seniors too, with all their lie down fat, belt whipping, floor scrubbing, courtyard sweeping, morning duty, frog jumping, pole climbing punishments, *sighs*, sad memories, I hated them! And one used to make me wash his boxers!!! Imagine! that's equal to violation! Isn't it worse than being anally raped? Now you see why I'm so awkward. :(.
       And the king of the pain-in-the-butt routine.... University! And I went to add sand sand to my garri by choosing O.A.U., SAD!
       I got in happily in part1, thought it was like secondary school so I didn't read the O.A.U. way, (my roommates for reasons best known to them would disagree with that last statement), I didn't even know how about GP (yes, my elder ones are plain evil and didn't care enough to orientate me) I don't have to tell you that I messed up majorly, oh no, I didn't fail :p (HAYTAHH!). Then second semester came, started reading like crazy, and guess what, results became worse! (still didn't fail tho, :p I still haven't till now, hooorbii), one would have expected I reaped the fruit of my labor, yeah right, isn't it O.A.U? I have friends who have hd extra since part2 (purely fictitious oo remember, please don't punch me if you think this is about you, it's a coincidence, I'm sorry).
       On a serious note, it isn't just my school, some people's secondary school were way worse than mine, some were abused for real (yes, my friends and I are that damaged) (shhh, fictitious). Heard a dude committed suicide in UNIBEN, one tried to drink Hypo after failing UTME in O.A.U predegree, even a friend of mine was contemplating suicide here in O.A.U.
       But it's school for Christ's sakes, not that it should be fun or anything but it definitely shouldn't be this much of a burden, I'm not saying we shouldn't be serious or anything but we all watch foreign movies, we see how college is over there, why is it so hard over here? Who says we can't learn and have fun doing it? We are young, we just want to  have fun while we still can, have the time of our lives, is that too much to ask for?

July 4 PHOTO CHALLENGE

Errrm.... considering that the few friends I have are awfully close, I should just be diplomatic and post my brother's or sister's picture instead....... but that would be a lie, and I hate lies

      Meet AK, he's my best friend, he knows. Now one makes me laugh half as much as he does, he's the only one that makes me laugh when I'm angry or/and sad(which happens a lot). You see, we grew up together so he's more of a brother. I hate him 'cause the goat is so gonna gloat when he sees this, he's worth it tho. No, this is not gay, if that crossed your mind you are a castrated cow! He's my bruv.

July 3 PHOTO CHALLENGE

A funny picture

You're probably laughing your insane ass of right now, if not, well, to put it bluntly, you have absolutely no sense of humor.
       I see this picture and the first thing or person that comes to mind is....... Rick Ross. I mean, does he ever see his penis? Even his sagging stomach would be too heavy to lift when he wants to look at his pee-pee in the mirror, and it's probably little sef, I hear fat people usually have small tambolos, hehehe. ;)
      I'm thin tho, and you've probably heard the myth about about thin black men........ except..... it's not a myth.

July 2 PHOTO CHALLENGE

Yerr! Second photo day, stolen DP shey, this isn't easy considering I've stolen an awful lot of DPs, but considering I'm not using a BlackBerry anymore I haven't stolen any in while.......... So stolen DP, here we go 

 

  Chose this one because my childhood was filled with a lot of this, hell, my siblings still tease me that I'm adopted (I'm the last child), not that there's anything wrong with being adopted, it's just the way they say it that makes me feel so bad! And my insane friends too :( they don't help matters, they were the ones who started the crap, saying because I'm dark and everyone else is fair, and that I'm ugly and everyone else is fine. I know I'm not adopted sha, even though I do not have any, not even one childhood picture, and my Birth Certificate got lost and they had to make another one when I was about to gain admission into secondary school, I know I'm not, why? I'm what you call a chip off the old block, a carbon copy of my father, my biological father!!! I even got my writing skills from him sef, so yerr, fuck you Junior, Ak, Gem, Tolu, I'm not adopted!

JULY 1 PHOTO CHALLENGE

Its July 1 so it's time for my first picture. Today's own says "words to live by" so here it is

  I make mistakes an awful lot and I tend to have a bunch of regrets, but whenever I think of this short phrase it makes me kinda feel better knowing that my mistakes actually help me grow to become a better person.
    We all make mistakes, it's human nature, we are supposed to. Like a poster I saw recently on a commercial bus that says "all men fail, but it's the great ones that rise again", keeping in mind that every failure you have ever encountered isn't actually a "failure" but just a lesson on how to live better, like Thomas Edison said after failing so many times while trying to invent the light bulb, he didn't fail, he just learnt ways how not to make a light bulb.

PHOTO CHALLENGE

   Hope I spelled challenge right, anyways, I came across this in one of my stalking fiesta, particularly on excoolnerd's blog, (she's awesome, I wish she would write more often) and I kinda stole the idea.
   It's a photo challenge where you post a picture based on a particular theme previously stated, she wrote her themes on a picture, but considering how wack I am, I'll just state them here........ I'm sorry.
July 1: Words to live by
       2: Stolen DP
       3: Funny picture
       4: Someone who makes me laugh
       5: What I ate for breakfast
       6: A sad picture
       7: My hair
       8: My favorite football club
       9: I can't go a day without this item
       10: Weird super hero
       11: Nails
       12: Favorite shirt
       13: Inside my bag
       14: Something old
       15: Something new
       16: Something borrowed
       17: Makes me smile
       18: Favorite shoes
       19: Now playing
       20: Tweet favorite
       21: A ridiculous buy
       22: Favorite picture of self
       23: 7pm
       24: One gay thing in my life
       25: Something I wish I was eating
       26: Makes me angry
       27: A stupid picture
       28: iWish
       29: Drool
       30: Last movie I saw
       31: Embarrassing turn-on
  And that is all! Kinda  fun tho don't you think? :D.

My Neighbour The ManWhore

    I'm not really a fan of topics like this, I really am not, but I've been challenged to write something "serious" and this is the only thing that comes to mind.
   You see, I sometimes come off as one of those religion freaks (maybe I am), I know some eejits I call friends would be laughing their insane asses off right now because I can really be, to use a religious word, "carnal". Well, maybe I really am carnal, but who cares anyway, that's not why we are here. To borrow what a wise friend was said (yes, you Samsudeen) "isn't it funny how religion manages to spread enough hate and not nearly enough love" (edited that a little because I'm wiser :D).
       Okay, so religions preach Love yea? I mean, Christianity certainly does, as a matter of fact, that's what we've been talking about in my fellowship for the past month or so, so I was surprised when a certain head of a particular notable Christian Association in Nigeria actually suggested that Christians should retaliate rather than sitting ducks to the recent Boko Haram attacks which a certain hat wearing clueless mufu leading our dear old country has refused to do anything about, that's for another day. What happened to turning the other cheek?What happened to praying for our enemies like Jesus taught?
     Anyways, I was talking to my Muslim friends the other day (I happen to have a lot of them) and they told me about how the Quaran talks about love and accepting you neighbor's beliefs and all that and I just don't seem to get the reason for the attacks, but that's not why you jobless people are reading this, I'm here to talk about religion not politics, sorry to digress........... I lied, I'm not sorry, die!
      They also taught me very recently in fellowship that one thing I must have in common with my friends is my God, so I thought to myself, does that mean I have to dump all my friends? Cos like I said, an awful bunch of them are Muslims, and 70% of the ones left are just "church-goers", I mean, what happened to the golden rule? What happened to love your neighbor as yourself? So I shouldn't love my neighbor if my neighbor is a Muslim? I shouldn't love him because he's a man-whore? (KC that's your sub). I don't get it.
         But it's religion, most of us do not anyway, and those who do probably aren't perfect either. But I just want to serve my God, I just want to have fun doing it, I just want to love my friends.