Month: March 2011

>Writing a letter…….

>This is going out to someone i really care about… someone who’s come to mean so much to me after almost 5 years of knowing each other.

Dearly Beloved friend,

A while ago you asked me to write you a letter, old fashioned style, even throw in a dash of my very own cologne so that you’d have an idea of my scent by the time you got the letter.

When you first asked me to do it i felt it was way too corny, i even asked why I couldn’t just put it up on my blog right here but you insisted it be a letter hand written by me and mailed through the post office and not DHL/UPS/FEDEX.
I initially couldn’t understand why. It really seemed corny i have to say again and i felt the early signs of reluctance creep in.

The thought of doing it rolled around in my head for days and i kept on going through the whole process this letter would take before getting to you.

I though about the kind of paper i would have to my hand writing would look like (my hand writing’s like chicken foot marks), the kind of envelope i would have to purchase, the words and thoughts i would have to put down, what things i would describe, the things on my mind i would want to share with you.
I thought about the cologne you wanted me to add. The possibility that the scent would be gone by the time it had gone by air and road before reaching you without even a trace that it was even added.

I was worried i might disappoint you, that after every thing, you would find the letter all too bland and underwhelming.

But something kept on telling me to write this letter cause there really was something to say. In fact a lot to say to that effect.

I suspect something isn’t just right with you, and I’m not sure if a letter would take it all away. Or maybe it will.

I honestly want to write you the letter dear, its not too much to ask if i think about it.
I know you’re going through a lot, its too obvious when i hear your voice on the phone. The need to feel closer to home, i suspect is engulfing you or maybe I’m just wrong about this.

As you await my letter, i just want you to do me a few favors i hope might help;

Go out and see a movie.

Watch the music channel more often.

Talk to your family and friends about the good things in life

take yourself less seriously

Go out shopping for a new pair of shoes just cause you feel like it and meet a new friend

And most of all, see yourself for who you truly are and not who others think you are.

I know it feels lonely out there, but getting through this will only make you stronger.

I’ll mail that letter no matter what and i promise it’ll be one of the best things you’ve ever read.

Take care my dear friend,

Thanks for being who you are to me.

Yours sincerely



>Thursday Night Lights???

>OK! I’m in in the club (not like 50 though) and right in front of me on the floor are about 14 chicks, all sexy and fine. There’s barely a guy in their midst.
Well you might ask; ‘what’s wrong with this scene?’ to me there isn’t nothing wrong with staring at 14 chicks just bumping their waists to D’prince’s ‘Give it to me’. but on a Thursday night?! something definitely was off. Then it hit me! Youth Corpers are passing out!
But the scene was eye catching. i found myself always trying to play it out over and over again; all of them looking all tall, with long flowing hair, body hugging dresses, hem lines that could make you imagine yet not see any thing at all, some backless some strapless, plunging neck lines.. it was a kaleidoscopic variety. I didn’t even want to jump in for fear of ruining this sight.

Going out on Thursday night has become almost a routine, but unlike previously when Friday would be almost a repetition, save for the likelihood of a change of scenery and ambiance, this time, i find myself settling for only Thursday night.

I seem to have gotten old. Finally accepting rest as a precautionary friend. I always say I’ll party till I’m bent. Well, while not fully straight and I’m already giving that statement a second thought. *smh*

Or maybe its just a phase I’m going through. Some of you might end up tapping me on the shoulder from behind only for me to turn around and give nothing but an embarrassed smile in return as an explanation as to why I’m out next week Thursday, you’ll never know.

All i know is, I’ve given my body a little breather over the past couple of weeks.

But on this very night I’m talking about, it seemed choreographed. They all seemed to be bumping their waists at the same time (maybe it was the alcohol)… the short ones at the outer edges of the crowd and the tall ones in the middle. Lady Gaga would have been proud of this sight.

For a while, all i did was watch. I looked to my companions * the usual suspects* : SBB, Phoenix & Mystery. To different degrees of slight perversion we all had the same thoughts. I took me another 12 mins to get one of the girls to dance with me. With her leopard print dress hugging her slight frame, she twisted and bumped, then pinged on her Blackberry a bit. Don’t get me wrong, i always find this habit irritating and i immediately focused on another query of interest to me… with boobs firmly packed and thrust upwards with no blackberry in sight i found a rhythmic welcome; she seemed more focused on our synchronized movement.

You should know by now that i love this scene..yet i plan to abandon it, soon enough i hope, before it swallows me.

NB.. i’m still suffering from a few symptom of writers block.