Rubys' Random.

Hello lovelies, Its good to have something to write about today. After that post on Wednesday, I got more than 10 responses; some sharing experiences, some giving solidarity and some giving advice. I can't even explain how grateful I was to have got that number of responses. Thank you again. Have you seen butter fly? Lol. Is it even possible? I let my own butter fly! How? Today, I'm here with feedback. So yesterday, I had to talk with my then boo to keep in touch as usual. We spoke via video calls for about 30 minutes and it was a pure 30 minutes of fun and love. We decided to move to What's App to continue and the gist started going south. I had had enough of changing conversations when it started taking the sexual turn so I went "You see, I want to do all this with you too when I see you and I miss you so much I can't wait to jump into your arms but I can't do all this. I am a different breed and I am not going to try to fit into the world's

Holla people... Its been a short while right... I know. Say welcome to the Princess. It's taking me a lot of confidence to  write about this topic. Hypocrite or nah... You see, I got introduced to sex without my permission. The sad rape. Yeah. Some people who know may just be hearing , actually seeing this for the first time. Two more followed and I didn't even know what to think about my situation. Some people thought I should be broken, sad, angry and all of those negative emotions. I think I was just more careful about life. Note that all rape episodes happened in late childhood. The last I faced happened when I was in university but he didn't pull through. In university, I met this amazing guy who I now think was dealing with a lot. He promised to deal with everyone that had ever touched me and wanted to help me forget my experiences. Guess how! By introducing me to better sex. I can't remember how that went but I know we broke up after a while. No. I'

Hello there! Hope we all had good weekends. So I shared some pictures on Facebook and Instagram of me in a private jet. Yeah, I ball. Lol. Here's gist before the private jet gist. So I went for a work meeting last Tuesday at 10am. The first lasted for about three hours and the next started almost immediately. High level meeting kwanu .. The second meeting had me standing to write on a board. Facing the board with my back turned to everyone. At this point, it's important to state that I was wearing a shirt and trousers with komkom shoe. For phase one, I stood writing for about 3 hrs. This was the period my malfunction must have happened. Lunch break was at about 4:30pm and I strutted around like the latest beauty queen. Lol. I still didn't know there was a big problem behind me. Pun intended.  After lunch, I strutted back to the meeting hall with my problem trailing me. I needed to take some actions regarding previously discussed task. That required me to walk aroun

Hello lovers, In the spirit of love, I thought to stop by here today. My 9-5 doesn't even show me love at all at all. Sighs and SMH. So we claim that lovers day (Valentine's) is the 14th of February every year and I get to wonder how we came about that. There are lots of stories on the internet about Saint Valentines' and his love: how he was imprisoned, how he was old, how he was young, how he was a she and plenty other balderdash. Like said, rubbish ni gbogbo e.  Lol. What's important is it's great that a day has been set apart to show love to people around you. Some people limit it to their lovers, some to family, others to anyone they deem fit. All right. More importantly, love needs to be spread around every single day of our lives. We live in a world where hatred is the new order. People killing each other just because tribe and religion... because they can. It hurts me and I feel it hurts you too. Love needs to be the language we speak. The religio

The wind blew like it was angry and I thought there was something about the intensity it carried while blowing. I was on my way to my ancient tin city, Jos. It was early January and the temperature was as usual very low. I didn't realize I was cold till my lips shivered on its own. I felt my teeth clench too. I carefully draped the wool scarf I carried round me to avoid an asthmatic bout. Mararaba Ja'maa! The driver called out. The woman in front of me who made her not more than 10yrs old maid whom she called daughter sit on the floor of the vehicle alighted. I was so glad to see her go as all I wanted to do all along was give her a hot knock to reset her brain and probably, help take out the cold she felt as she was also shivering. I couldn't help but wonder how she treated the girl in secret. Maybe she treated her like my neighbor in Abuja, who beat her maid daily even without provocation. I mean, if you can't treat them well, why bother. The tired Plate

Hello, I wanna rant. Ayam so hangry. Sum'n just appun rai now. Okay. Not right now. It's a build up of issues. Why do all these Yoruba aunties feel like they have shares in your life? What is their problem sef ? I have lots of Yoruba  aunties story but I am pissed off  today because one is currently doing a good job annoying me. I compiled a list of what I feel the average Yoruba  is. The Yoruba aunty is very expressive. She feels like she has shares in your life and when you aren't doing well according to her standards, she doesn't fail to express it in the ways best to her, most times, by  talking  shouting. They go as far as comparing 29years old you to their 5years old child who just passed her " drawing a heart"  exams. The Yoruba aunty is an average disrespectful human being expecting top notch respect from you. They always look like this. They can make mistakes. You can't. Half of them got married with their fi

Hi.. How has your week been? So something happened in my compound that informed this line of thought and I thought to stop by and gist you. I live with family friends in a three bedroom flat that has two one room boys-quarter behind. Living in each flat are grown up men who can hardly care about anything and I don't like them for that. (Rolls eyes). When the pumping machine gets bad, we are left alone to repair even when it's just me at home. They never paid light bills and every other necessary bill. Due to that, PHCN always disconnected them. When they are disconnected, they connect back to the main house (us) illegally and when PHCN found out once, they disconnected the whole compound from their office and we didn't have light for about three weeks. They gave us the option of buying a new pole and wires to reconnect and separate us from them as we use Prepaid billing meter. That was running into hundreds of thousands and we didn't think it a good idea so it w

Hello! It's been a beautiful week right.. So I read a post by one of my favorite bloggers, DANG, where she shared about an aunt blackmailing her to get married using her late mom. You can trust she didn't find it a bit funny. Her experience informed this post. I visited home (Lagos) some two weeks ago and a friend who I know is interested in me visited. To help his ministry, I hinted him on my parents being around and told him his ministry will scatter if he came with an empty hand. He came with a bottle of wine. We were gisting* when i heard my dad call out for him. Next thing I hear is ' May I meet you ', ' What do you do ' and so on and so forth.. (Rolls eyes and pout lips). Okay, I knew that was going to come up but I didn't expect it to be that brazen. Take a chill pill man. Here in Abuja, I live with family friends. They ask me directly and indirectly when I'm getting married because.. Biological clock is ticking away and nansense .

Hello, (Covers face) I can't even believe I'm making an appearance here. I also can't help but think If I never stopped blogging, I would have been the new money mogul in town. Think Linda Ikeji. I got tired and didn't have a laptop or device to ease blogging so I gave up all, together. Anyway, I've realized the need to keep this for some reasons and I will be writing on everything I feel like and I can bet you'll love it. I must also say I'm sorry for betraying the trust some people who encouraged me had without even explaining why. Forgive me. I will be documenting life and living with everything in between. Deal is we have to resuscitate this together. I trust we will help me build this. Till thoughts are gathered, Happy new year. Thank you for being here. Meanwhile, I'm leaving you with a photo of me so you can love up on my eyes. Don't forget to leave a comment. Its your right and my joy.