Wasting your youth

 

.Youth.

 

 

Don't Waste Your Youth Being Foolish, For When You Are Old You Will Realize What You Could've, Would've, And Should've Done....

 

 

 A lot of times I think the youth of today often take it for granted, and by 'it' I mean being young.I know I sometimes do. We don't use our youth to our advantage. Instead we lump around the house, on the couch sitting there doing nothing. Or we abuse our bodies to no end. When I was younger I use to write down lists of 'accomplishments' that I thought I might get around to doing before I hit the big 2-0. I wanted to make a difference as a teen and not look back when I'm 30 and say I wish I took the opportunity to do something I wouldn't get an opportunity to do or take a trip I probably wouldn't get the opportunity to take otherwise. Its all about capturing today and seizing the moment/opportunity because being young is not a 'forever' kind of thing oh! We are young only ONE time, and ONE time only..why do you think our parents are always saying: ( well atleast mine lol)" hmmm if I was 25 again ehn?" they enjoyed being 25 because of all that came with it: independence, having fun with friends,trying new things, going to new places, and not having a worry or care in the world!! So if you want to model do it NOW, if you want to try out for American Idol do it NOW ( even if you don't win,at least you had the experience) if you want to travel to Spain,Egypt or Jamaica do it NOW, take advantage of being young and being single.

 

 

Ok, I'm done with that whole spiel...on to more important things...french! yea I just embarrazzed the sugar.honey.ice.tea out of myself in french class today...she gave us an oral quiz or something and she asked me in french, 'what do you wear to class'? or 'what are you wearing right now'?....omo, my mind just went BLANK. I was giggling like pee-wee herman or somebody...i couldnt remember most of the vocabulary!!I wanted to roll under a desk...

 

 

 

Things with Azumi are going pretty well. He's nice to look at but theres a lot more to him & I've noticed that he:

He smiles A LOT and he has dimples

His hair is wavy yet curly in some areas

Is really really intelligent & he can carry on a convo on just about anything

He looks at me, in that-sort-of-way..I catch him, but I pretend not to notice.

 

 

We are still on that 'friend' status...I don't feel ready to move it up a notch...I'm still trying to observe him and I don't want to be 'tied' down just yet ;-) 

Anyway, i've completed most of my applications...just need about 2 more which are due next month and in June.I really hope I get accepted and most importantly I hope they give me money...I've heard that at Howard, some international students pay $7,000 per semester yet many citizens pay twice that amount or more than twice that amount...hmmm and I thought HBCUs were known to be cheap! I need to get into a school and get this thing going if know I want to go to Nigeria and help 'quell' the brain drain...  

 

Y'know something that really gets on my nerves is Nigerians who have lived most of their lives in Nigeria, who all of sudden come to the US/Canada/Uk for maybe about a yr or 2 (maybe 3-4) and all of suddden feel too high & mighty to go back to Nigeria and live. They feel like it is impossible. They also feel as though they are mr/ms know-it-all-im-too-good-for-that-...arghhhh!!! Then they act like they cant even remember the little things about a country they left just ONLY a year ago.

How is the weather in Nigeria around June?

ANSWER:uuuhhh I don't know, its been long since I left!

How much is 50 naira?

ANSWER: I'm not sure nah, you now i left Naija almost 2 yrs ago

Where are you from in Nigeria?

ANSWER: ummm....u know like the south south area...no, actually I'm from the western part. (what?)

Its always funny to meet another Nigerian , they go from surprised to uninterested completely.

Me: where are you from?

Them: Nigeria, what about you?

Me: I'm Nigerian too! ( now, i'm getting excited)

Them: Oh really ( they don't seem too excited)

Them: thats nice to know, where are you from? ( still not very enthusiastic)

Me: *I just say any random state* (me, i no fit... so i don't even bother) then they proceed to ask me "where you born here or...? because you look like an akata"... I just answer yes and stop talking altogether...d  convo no dey interest me again sef.

 

Sometimes they don't even ask where I'm from, they just get aloof and they get kinda surprised and stop talking...kinda like they didn't expect another Nigerian to be around or like they didn't want any other person knowing that they are Nigerian..this happened one time at a party..they just say 'oh really', and move on lmao...not that they should be jumping up and down for joy, but y'know...

 

 

 shouts out to neefemi blessings outlet  butterflies & myne and andrea!!! 

and where is mouth of naija?!

 

HAPPY NEW MONTH!

I'm off this till next time! xo

 

btw is anyone going to the Wande Coal thingy in NYC( more specifically Brooklyn) next week ( 13th)?? 

TD.

 

 

 

A z u m i

The letter A is for Azumi. A Z U M I.

The man who I am slowly submitting my heart and soul to.

Just looking at him feeds my senses.His tall stature. His face, handsome but not overly pretty.

His eyes, a buttery golden color and his skin like waves of grain.

His smell is masculine and strong, all the while leaving me on the highest cloud imaginable and  swooning in its wake. His touch makes me quiver, like the accidental brush of fingers between two young lovers,electrifying yet tender and behind every one I feel like hes really saying ' I love you'. His voice is like a melody flowing freely and passionately on a stream of whispers and sweet and sincere nothings.

He calls me his 'mata' and I smile that kool-aid smile and stare at him. He is beautiful and so I stare.

He draws closer to me, and our lips have minds of their own. They touch fiercely yet gently, melting into one another like the sugar in my tea. He is the sugar in my tea, the tea of my sugar. The sugar that makes my tea sweet. His lips have my body soaring to new heights never known to man. Each kiss has my blood relentlessly  reaching its boiling point. Feeding our flesh isnt an option, so we force the desire within us to restrain itself  and awaken when the commitment of our love is authenticated before Him....