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Year Recap - 2011 Edition.

2011-12-26T00:01:00.000-05:00

Happy holidays!!! I was going through my blog archive and came across my 2010 recap. It was a good read and I decided to do a one for this year. This is definitely an online diary act.

So here we go with the 2011 recap.

Travelling

I thought 2010 was my euro trotting year but boy, 2011brought it on. I travelled to similar or the same cities but I had more fun in2011. Cities - Budapest (my home,technically), London (study abroad), Wales, Oxford, Amsterdam, Brussels,Oostende, Paris, Madrid, Berlin, Venice, Abuja (my home in my heart), and ofcourse North-East Tri-state in the USA. I was glad that I got to visit my favorite city,Paris, twice in 2011. It still remains my favorite Euro city, althoughAmsterdam is a major competitor in my heart. I should add Lisbon because I leave for there later today and would be there till the New Year's. I doubt 2012 would be as crazy because I wouldbe making more thoughtful choices in my countries and be more thrift with myearnings for leisure travelling.

I'm going to Geneva for 4 days, early January next year. I hope to venture to the south of France like Grenoble during my stay, fun times before my last semester as an undergraduate. Let me know if you have any suggestions for enjoyable activities in Lisbon and Geneva.

[Non-Platonic] Relationships

I seldom blog about this but 2011 had no romantic loving forme. I did not fall in love but I went on way too many dates *cough*. Well, ‘too many’ isrelative to my dating history. I definitely understood love better this year but it remains a tricky concept. This year entailed a lot of marriage talk from my mother and friends. I paidnone of their persuasions attention because I was really busy andgeographically unstable, this year. However, I have started thinking aboutit. I want to get married early but there are many feats,like a terminal degree, that I desire to accomplish before taking such a majorstep. Tsk tsk. I believe in settling own with the right person when you feel it isthe right time, simple. I will just continue to go with the flow.

Friendships

I have always been a social person but I lack tact inchoosing friends. In 2012, I will be working on making conscious choices on the kindsof friends that I want to have, post-college. While I was abroad, I met some ofthe best friends that I’ve ever had – shout out to Michelle and Kiah. It wasamazing to go abroad and make friends with like-minded students who hadtruckloads of energy for adventure. The Nigerians at QMUL were also hilarious.There is something weird about Britigerians, good weird. My main study abroadfriends are back to the US and our schools are far apart from each other but Ihope we stay in touch. My summer in Abuja also nurtured several friendshipsfrom working with Kay to hanging out with Ms.Oreoluwa and getting to know an awesome ‘curfew boy’. On another note, I was glad that I remained friends with mycollege crew because I thought my semester abroad would strain our friendshipbut it didn’t! College has taught me not to push myself unto people. Everybody that I want to be friends with must not be friends with me.

Finances

I was consciously lavish with the travels, party-hopping, eatingout etc while abroad and I loved every second. I was living my college dream and my pursehad to feel the impact. #Notmad. Nonetheless, I am still a student onwork-study. Thus, I had to find a way to repair the study abroad dent that I had made on my savings. This semester, I got a well-paid job as a ResidentialAssistant position on campus. I have also cut my wardrobe spending. I have beengiving out lots of stuff too. Senior yr has been pro-decluttering.

Religion

2011 was not a very religious year for me, despite my conscious effort to improve in the latter half. I was concerned aboutthis in the fall and I wrote this post here. I am trying but I tend to shove myspiritual ego aside because of academic and social commitments. I can only hopefor a better 2011.

Blogging

This blog is about 30 months old now and I currently have120 or so followers. My blog traffic significantly decreased in 2011 as aresult of my minimal blogging. Much gratitude goes out to the readers who have I commend bloggers like Ms. Oreoluwa and TWP,who keep up with their blogs.

In sum, 2011 was eventful but I was happier in 2010. I know,I know. I had too many solo sad moments in 2011, despite my busy schedule. Lifeas an adult is definitiely not rosy. As usual, I have no New Year Resolutions but I’m startingthis year with more positivity. My only regret 2010 is that I did not perfectmy driving skills. My goal for 2012 is to become a confident car driver. I needto stop depending on people to get me to places.. I’mreally excited to graduate from college this May with a Bachelors’ degree inNeuroscience at 20. Unfortunately, I don’t know what I would definitely be upto yet. Crossed fingers on my public health ambition.

Btw, I finally won something i.e this awesome hand-made clutch made out of adire, below from Agsowho's one year giveaway. She has an awesome blog, mostly about fashion.

Have a rest of 2011 and an awesom 2012! Don’t get caught up making resolutions,get it moving, time waits for no one.

Je t’embarasse

@yinkuslolo

Learning to love God some more (and again).

2011-10-23T02:09:00.000-04:00

In my last post, I briefly commented on the lack of spiritual ginger ( 'presence' for my Non-Nigerians) in my life and this has been bothering me lately.

This year has been on a downward slope, in terms of my religious awareness and I'm not proud of that. I've always been a only-sunday church goer but I was more spiritually conscious. Before, I didn't have to go to church before I prayed and showed thanks to God for my life and all the good things/people that I've been blessed with. Sadly, I can't remember the last time I thanked God for my meals, opportunities, mother, journey mercies et all in my life. I can go on and on about these things but I won't. I was going through my google reader and I read something on FarahMcQueen's photoblog on her love for God. It was like an awakening.

As silly as this may seem, I've setting a daily alarm on my phone to alert me of a 10am God appreciation period. I'm going to leave the agenda this time window open ended but I must praise God and communicate with him in some way, during that period.

Sigh.

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On a random note, I saw some black men chanting some persuasive comments by the roadside in Brooklyn, yesterday evening. They were dressed strangely and had a sign that read ' Tribes of Israel' beside them. That was bothersome. It was also my first time in Brooklyn. I decided to visit that borough. because I usually stay in Manhattan or Bronx. I'm in NY. I should visit Queens next time.

I still wonder about what the Tribes of Israel men were on about. Weird stuff.

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Peace, love and hope for spiritual ginger.

Kay, another addition.

2011-10-19T00:32:00.001-04:00

This summer, I was opportuned to work in a youth-led Nigerian NGO, Education as a Vaccine (EVA). EVA focuses on issues that affect the sexual and reproductive health of Nigerian youth. I was the Advocacy Intern, in the Headquarters/FCT office. This post is not about my experience at EVA, which was great, but about my relationship with someone that I met there.

For the purpose of this post, I will call the someone 'Kay'. At my first day at work, I was assigned to work with Kay under a designated supervisor. Kay is 24 and I'm 19. The 5-year age difference did not affect the way we related with one another. Kay is one of the most passionate young Nigerians that I've ever met till date. We worked, talked, prayed, ate together, did random stuff and talked some more. Kay is a church worker, a wonderful sister to her siblings, a dedicated volunteer at EVA and a part-time 300Level Sociology student. This may not seem like a lot of responsibilities but she is as busy as it gets for a Nigerian student. Nonetheless , she is not perfect but I'll focus on her positives. We all have our faults.

During work hours, we will talk about my weekend escapades, from my clubbing rendezvous to pool chilling at Chelsea. She doesn't approve of my nighttime activities and tries her best to get me to attend her church programs at House on the Rock (HOTR). The first and only time that I went to her church program, a young Honorable was hitting on me. Kay was surprised that I already got a man in just one attendance. We often joked about what will happen if I attended a Sunday service - if I could get a Honorable at first attendance, I may get a Minister with constant attendance. Need less to say, I didn't attend any more programs at her church and it wasn't because of the Honorable. I have always been a Christian but my religious mojo faded in college. After 12 years of education at an Anglican missionary primary and secondary school, I unintentionally took a break in college. I need to step up my spiritual/religious game. I've never talked to a peer about God as much as I did with her. I didn't even realize when I learnt the HOTR youth theme song, thanks to Kay's constant humming. It was refreshing to be around someone that was religious and conscious of her morals. Let me remind you that Kay is not perfect.

Kay also made me more aware of the fact that wealth isn't everything. She is not from a very wealthy family but she holds such a high esteem of herself. There was an episode at the galleria, when we bumped into one of her friends and she talked to the friend in a manner that surprised me. I could tell that the friend was from a wealthy family and was one of the those people with an egoistic atttitude. I forgot to mention that Kay is also very opinionated and intelligent at that.

I miss her commentary on how fast I type, criticism for the amount of skin that my friends show in photos, displeasure with my club outings, admiration for my "don't dull" attitude, never-ending discussion about the type of friends that I hang out with, reminder about the importance of marriage, joint breaks to eat Aunty Ajobi moi-moi and so many other precious memories.

I can go on and on about Kay. She was one of my favorite additions to my life, from this summer.

<3

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Unedited, like always.
All gramm. errors are mine, do not claim.

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New video from Tuface for 'Outside'. Tubaba!

I am alive

2011-10-18T02:36:00.000-04:00

I'm going to be one of those bloggers that dusts the cobweb off her blog and go on and on about how she missed blogging et al. I really do. I can't believe that I've not published a post in 4 months. I spent the past 10 minutes reading my 2010 posts and I can't help but laugh at the unedited pieces of my poorly-written thoughts and excerpts of my experience on here. Blogger has even changed the dashboard template, that's how long that I've been gone.

Mid-June, I left London, in too much of a hurry even though I knew the date that I was to leave months before. I am just the queen of procrastination. I had too many last minute errands to run, from buying a strapless bra for my party dress to giving out my bag of garri to my London acquaintances. Then, I went to Nigeria to start my summer internship, which was great, but I didn't blog about it. I don't know how Nigeria-based bloggers do it but I lose my blogging mojo whenever I'm in Nigeria. The slow internet connection and non-stop social activities do not help either.

Mid-August, I came back early to my host university in the US to start my senior year because I had a 2 week training for my Residential Assistant (RA) position. Since then, I've been in many situations where I compose a blogspot in my head but lack the time to sit down and type it out. This semester is my busiest so far. I'm taking 7 classes, a TA for a class, an RA, the President of my school African Students' Association, in addition to my active participation in two other student groups. The problem is that I don't have enough hours in the day, yet I add more items to my box of commitments. It somehow works because the busier that I am, the more productive I get. Nevertheless, all these activities can not take the place of blogging because I actually love blogging and the lack of any set frequency or topic in mind that comes with it.

On another note, I can't cope with all these e-technological advancements. In a bid to catch up, I decided to switch up my blog template, after 2 years. Let me know if it is unpleasant or confusing. Earlier this night, it took me more than 5 minutes to figure out how to deactivate my Facebook account. I almost gave up on deactivating my FB account but the amount of time that I spend on FB is unhealthy. The maximum that I've spent lately is 1 hr/day but I can't afford such this semester. I have already deactivated my twitter and will only reactivate during my breaks or trips off-campus. I really need to concentrate on my academic pursuit, this semester. Why do I sound like a nerd? Am I one? Nah.

As you can tell at this point, this post has no specific direction. I just want to type away my thoughts as they come to me and revive this blog. I am surprised at how I can whip out a blogpost in 20 minutes but it takes me a whole day to write a 2-page paper. Talking about writing, I need to improve on that. I can only avoid taking paper-writing classes in college but I need to be able to come up with logical statements and well-written proposals, when I get a job.

Enough with the rambling. The girl who lives above me is at it again because I can hear her bed creaking. I've talked to her and emailed her about it but she hasn't called Physical Plant to fix her bed yet. I guess she wants me to decode her chexing melody from her creaking bed, by the end of the semester. Not interested.

It's 2:30am, I should go to bed.

If you're still reading this post to this point, I salute you.

'Night!

I Thank God

2011-06-02T21:03:00.001-04:00

For every thing, opportunity, disappointment and person that has been a blessing to me.

I do not do this enough. I'm learning.

Always,
Yinkuslolo

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Cannot wear my glasses anymore, without thinking of pee.

2011-05-25T08:11:00.001-04:00

Monday morning 23/04/11

A call interrupted my slumber at 10:30am. I was pissed but grateful when I saw the time on my phone because I had to leave my room at 11:30am.

I hurried through the unnecessary phone conversation and propped against the wall beside my twin-sized bed. I could still lick the aftertaste of the Ping Pong dim sum all-you-can-eat dinner from the previous night. Boy! The dinner was so bomb and it was free. I'm sure I ate more than 30 pounds worth of food. Thanks to their lazy sumday promotion, where you wear your PJs to Pingpon on sunday and eat for free. Londoners, check it out next sunday. The ridiculous things that I do in London because I know nobody here.

Back to my original story - licking some imaginary dim sum off my lips and mentally planning my day's itinerary of errands; I was already occupied with thoughts. I pulled my comforter away from my body and exposed my knickers for that rush of the morning fresh air. I wear only knickers to bed when I have no company. I love that feeling of my skin against the sheets. Bliss.

I strode to my bathroom and checked out my morning look in the vanity mirror. I looked like a normal person, besides the tear mark by my left eye. I yanked my hair wrap away and suddenly felt like I had to pee. I don't know why the view of my toilet seat induces such urge.

I sat on the toilet bowl and continued planning my itinerary: computer repair centre for my Mac's hardware, hair store to make my hair installation appointment, Westfield's TM Lewin store to pick up my online order, Harvey Nichols in KnightsBridge to pick up my Brazilian hair extensions *cough* and other randoms. It's quite amazing that my best flash ideas light up when I'm doing my thing on the toilet seat.

The last trickle of my liquid waste dropped into the bowl and I stood up to look at my pee, before flushing it down. I always observe my body waste before disposal. The pee seemed unusually very yellow, almost lemon green. I don't know how this happened but the cosmetic kit seemed unsteady on the shelf above my toilet seat. I tried to re-position it correctly but my eye glasses on the kit's lid fell INTO THE TOILET BOWL with my pee unflushed.

It took less than a second for my only pair of eye glasses to sink to the bottom of my pee-logged toilet bowl. Yuck! For a second, I was too disgusted to pull it out. Then, I remembered my unfortunate uber-myopic sight and the fact that that was my only pair. The earliest that I would have a replacement will be a month from now. I can't be blind for that long, when I take my contacts off at night.

So, I closed my eyes, pulled the glasses out of the toilet bowl, flushed my pee down to avoid another accident, rinsed my glasses under a running tap and wondered why my day had to begin this way.

Le sigh,
Yinkuslolo
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I'm on train to Oxford, one of my attempts to leave the London bubble and appreciate other parts of this British awesomeness.

Update: Oxford was beautiful. It looked like Windsor to me with the Harry Potter feel.

Amsterdam - The city of free (Pictures)

2011-05-18T16:07:00.003-04:00

Typical street divider in Amsterdam. Canals everywhere. Loves it

Everyone and their aunt's cats ride a bicycle in Amsterdam no joke. There are more bicycles than there are cars.

I loved and will forever love Amsterdam. That was the first city that I visited on my mini eurotrip, in April. It was epic, to underestimate my satisfaction derived from the trip.

Before going, I had looked up myths, stories and guides to exploring Amsterdam in 2 days. Many people go there to smoke the legendary weed or visit the Red Light District, where prostitution is legalized and done in broad daylight. What I didn't know was that Amsterdam is an 'archipelago' of canals, bicycles, and free thinkers. Dutch is the native language but almost everyone in Amsterdam speaks English too, because it's a tourist destination.

I went to Amsterdam with a fellow London study-abroader and her friend that flew in from Madrid. It was nice trio of young black girls set to live the Amstel way.

Most streets in Amsterdam are divided by canals, not roads. Bliss. Imagine this view, every morning

When I got there, I flew into Eindhoven airport, two hours away from Amsterdam because it was cheaper than flying into Schipol, Amsterdam airport. I actually liked my two-hour train ride through the Hague and Eindhoven. By the way, Amsterdam is in Holland, which is also referred to as the Netherlands. Two names for the same country. o_O

On the way to Anne Frank Haus (Haus = House in German)

Of course, my ignorant self knew nothing about Anne Frank, until my buddies mentioned her house in Amsterdam. From the knowledge that I gathered, Anne Frank was a daughter of a German family that sought refuge in Amsterdam during the German war or something like Hitler or Nazi regime. My bad, I suck at history and knowing these things. I should though. She kept a diary of her life, hiding away in the Anne Frank haus (named after her), until they were found in the 1940s or 50s. Her diary has been turned into a popular book in different langauges. Please google her story.

queue to get into Anne Frank Haus

Anne Frank Haus guide booklet

There are kiosks everywhere that sell fries in these cone-like wraps.

If you ever go to amsterdam, you have to try these fries. They are everywhere and they have also sorts of sauces available, from ketchup to masala.

Boat cruise along the Amstel

My girls and I decided to take a personal cruise, across the river Amstel. I guess this is where the famous Amstel Malta drink is named after.

These are boat-houses, floating on water. They look like houses built on water but they have boat foundations. I saw many houses like these.

Children left by themselves in a boat

Famous Skinny Bridge

Amsterdam is small city. We literally walked across the city, three times during our 2-day stay. You can use a bicycle to get from end to end in 25 mins. On a lower note, it is expensive though. More expensive than Paris but not as much as expensive as London, from my experience.

Club sign in the Red Light District. Prostitutes everywhere

Of course, we visited the Red Light District. It was a nothing short of a wowzer. A future post will be dedicated to that. Teaser: One of the female prostitutes winked at me. #shocks I find it funny that a majority of the patronisers are English men. C'mon, coming all the way from the UK to bang a prostitute in Amsterdam, that's serious.

Drinks made from weed. Cannabis merchandise in coffee shop window

Just to clarify a common misconception, weed is actually illegal in Amsterdam but it's tolerated, as long as it is not commercialized openly. That means you cannot explicitly have 'Weed for sale' on your shop sign. Weed shops are referred to as coffeeshops. My advice to you is that you should not joke with Amsterdam weed. Their stuff is hella potent. One joint is enough to take you there. A weed novice should only attempt a few puffs. Don't harm yourself!

Weed lolli-pops

I didn't try the weed derivatives because the weed content was ambiguous. We heard stories of tourists who went nuts from trying weed cakes, weed cans and stuff because they underestimated the weed content. I had to caution myself. Imagine passing out in the first city of my eurotrip. No bueno.

Main structure for Amsterdam's chinatow

Wooden Tulips at Flea Market

Human-size Chess board.

I saw this chess game and was amazed. I don't know jack about Chess. Sadly, whenever it comes up in general trivia questions, I feel like a dummy. I presume Chess is assumed to be of universal knowledge now.

Sign, in front of Van Gogh museum

It is was a nice trip. These pictures do the experience no justice. I did a couple of activities not in the photos like going to a club, to the dock, the brewery and many other stuff. I will do similar posts for the other cities visited. Amsterdam is now my second favorite city in the world, after Paris. She took the position away from London LOL.

On another note, why is there so much ruckus about a calculated end-of-the-world date on May 21st. I don't care what's happening then, all is know is that I'll be eating some crêpes and sipping orangina in Paris, this weekend. Yes, I'm going again. Can't get enough of that city.

I really should have not changed my mind from Paris to London, for studying abroad. Nonetheless, my London experience has been amazing non-stop. I just cannot have it all, can I? I have finished my exams. So, I have about three weeks left in London for chilling/travelling/being a fool and making love to Londontown. Suggestions of non-touristy London spots are very welcome. I need to see it all, before I leave.

Till next time,
Yinkuslolo.

PS: My two-year blogaversary is coming up in June. For the two-year hall mark, I will accept 20 questions. So feel free to leave the question in the comment box or email me at yinkuslolo@gmail.com

On Pole Dancing

2011-05-14T16:08:00.005-04:00

I've watched this video more than five times, since morning. I love it for so many reasons.

The video is sensual without being as explicit as the stereotypical pole dancing video.

Natural: It didn't have any commercial effect to it. You know that appeal that commercial porn videos have: perfectly waxed body, all-Italian, flowing hair and made up look. The pole dancer, who is also an instructor, Ashley Wright, has her natural hair in a casual next-door girl look.

Healthy: This will be a good workout. I guess, it will help with toning the abs, thighs and arms. I'm currently trying to incorporating fun classes/activities into my weekly work-out regimen. I run twice a week and go to the gym for a 20-min elliptical session, 5 minute cardio (treadmill), 10 minute weight-lifting. The scale is already showing positive results.

In the spirit of spicing up my work out routine, I'm starting Thai boxing classes, next week at Tokei Centre, London Bridge. Thanks to this 8-pound deal

Will I be taking pole dancing classes sometime soon? I don't think so but I may erect a pole in my matrimonial bedroom. That shouldn't hurt. #jokes

Have a nice weekendPS: My two-year blogaversary is coming up in June. For the two-year hall mark, I will accept 20 questions. So feel free to leave the question in the comment box or email me at yinkuslolo@gmail.com

Why wasn't I good enough?

2011-05-10T20:20:00.006-04:00

I ask myself this question almost every time I get rejected. Rejection is one of my greatest fears, next to dogs and failure in life. That is why I never ask for too much, even though I expect a lot.

I didn't get all A's in a semester. Why didn't I do better?

I got another "Sorry, we had more qualified applicants than vacancies." Why was I not a chosen one?

A relationship goes down the drain. Why wasn't I good enough?

I am not a perfectionist but I like to have it all. I never blog about my relationships on here. I keep it random but I got inspired by a SBM post with this same title.

I'm a 19 year old female in her prime. I like to date, amongst my other interests. Sometimes, I can be labelled as a serial dater. This means that I go on dates (not be in relationships) with different men within the same time frame. Although, I only go on dates with men that I sense a potential connection with. There may be that one dude (lets call him Pee) that captures attention. I try to put the best into my relationships and expect nothing short from Pee. I don't believe in “If you love something, let it go. If it comes back to you, its yours forever. If it doesn't, then it was never meant to be". That's for the birds. If I love someone, I'm putting in work to be with him NOW! And when things don't turn out as rosy as I fantasized with Mr Pee, I keep myself occupied. I'm very fast with closures. I don't linger around if the handwriting on the wall is legible enough for me to see no future. I'm a rocker and I detest mourning the loss of someone or something. Mourning someone and letting it interfere with your happiness is not acceptable.

Sadly, my method is just a short-term fix. After a while, I begin to feel bad about the loss. This sadness may occur while I'm in a happy relationship with another partner. Sometimes, the sadness occurs six months or more later. What hurts the most is the feeling of my not being good enough for Pee. What did I do wrong? Should I have worn heels on dates? Should I have laughed at Pee's attempts with sarcastic humor? Did I not reply his texts on time? Did he find someone better? Why wasn't I good enough?

Why wasn't I good enough? Scratch!
Why wasn't he patient enough to appreciate the good in me?
Maybe he just wasn't good enough for me.

Like always,
Je vous embrasse.

Disclaimer: This is the first post that puts me out there and it is probably going to be the last. Unlike the message of this post, I'm actually very happy and content with my current state ;) I just felt like putting this out.

PS: My two-year blogaversary is coming up in June. For the two-year hall mark, I will any 20 random questions. So feel free to leave the question in the comment box or email me at yinkuslolo@gmail.com

Osama Live & Death? Nigerian version

2011-05-05T13:43:00.003-04:00

From the country that brought you Blackberry Babes, White Hunters, Beyonce and Rihanna, and rumored CSI: Las Gidi, Nigeria presents to you "Dead At Last, Complete Season 1". I love Naija though. Under 72 hours of his demise, we already have a series on Osama.

I'm mad that they called it Season 1. Is there supposed to be a season 2? On Osama's after-life with his 70 virgins perhaps. SMH.

WILL YOU BE BUYING?

Bisous.

PS: My two-year blogaversary is coming up in June. For the two-year hall mark, I will accept 20 questions. So feel free to leave the question in the comment box or email me at yinkuslolo@gmail.com

Skin Deep

2011-04-30T19:00:00.008-04:00

Race is just a social construct set for discrimination.

Why can't we use nose sizes to categorise people?

Why must we use skin color to fit people into check-boxes?

I'm black and I have no problem with that.

Black pride at its best.

Nodding at the random dark-skinned fellow seated across me on the tube.

Using the darkest shade of MAC Studio Fix, NC 55.

I have no inferiority complex for being closer to the darker end of the spectrum.

That is not only because black don't crack.

But because racial distinctions are only skin deep.

Did I hear someone claim that we live in a post-race society.

Oh yeah? I beg to differ. Mind the Gap.

Why do we have affirmative action?

Positive discrimination is about equality between people of different ethnicities.

This is not a ploy to boycott the regular procedure to favor the less privileged.

What do I know?

Like always,
Je t'embrasse.

PS: My two-year blogaversary is coming up in June. I appreciate the support from my blog followers thus far. Passively reading or actively commenting on my posts means a lot. I'm just a bad writer trying to pen down my opinions and a few happenings in my life. For the two-year hall mark, I will be accepting 20 questions. So feel free to leave the question in the comment box or email me at yinkuslolo@gmail.com

Boobs again! Inspired by 'Help save my mom' fund

2011-04-27T02:32:00.006-04:00

This is not meant to be a post but I was inspired from something that I read while I was appreciating the awesomeness of tweetdeck. That app is awesome. On the other hand, I get no work done now, even though my exams are knocking on the door

Last night, I was procrastinating on my TL (Timeline in Twitter lingo, similar to FB's NewsFeed). Some people were ranting as usual. Some had horny epiphanies. Some were famzing (Nigerian lingo for associating yourself with people probably on celebrity status, similar to groupies) with the soon-to-be royal couple. But a couple of tweeps (people on twitter, tw + peeps = tweeps) were asking for support to a cause.
Shame less plug, follow me on twitter @yinkuslolo

As usual, my curious self decided to investigate and I discovered that some Nigerian guy is raising money for his mum's mastectomy because she has stage III breast cancer. He is trying to raise $60, 000, that is more than 9 Million Naira. That is a lot of money but worldwide donations have been going on all night. Within 8 hours, (yes I'm still up, from 11pm through 7am) I saw the donations go from $399 to over $14, 000. The power of the Internet and kind-hearted people cannot be overstimated. Even a fundraising walk will most likely not accomplish this in such a short amount of time. I don't know the family but I pray that he gathers sufficient money for the cause and God's grace for the mom's operation. Through the night, a few thoughts crossed my mind about the reason why that lump sum of money was needed and about breast cancer. Click here for the link to donation page

Thank you for taking out time to read this. I am writing to appeal to you for your prayers and financial assistance. My mom has been diagnosed by The University of Texas MD Anderson Cancer Center with stage III breast cancer. Because she is uninsured, she needs to come up with $60, 000 to have her left breast removed in the next 2-3 weeks. I can’t put a dollar amount on my mom’s life, but I really really need your help now. Nothing is too small. Thank you and God bless. For those outside the US, help through paypal using email: aade-fosudo@uh.edu

From the fund blurb above, I gathered that the operation is scheduled to take place in the States. Nice! Although I'm going to my fourth year college, I have not been to the hospital in the States, as a patient but I've volunteered in one before. From my occasional visits to my university health center, I highly commend the quality of the American health care. Unlike in Nigeria, if you don't have a good insurance coverage in the States, you will pay an arm and a leg for health services. Most people in the US get insurance through their jobs, which in turn makes employers lower their employment rate because of insurance premium charges and similar bills. I don't know much about this but I think it will be better if the US adopts the UK NHS style or tries some capitalist method. Hopefully, Obama's health care reform will make the health care more accessible to low-income earning Americans. The mother in need of support doesn't have insurance (and I don't know why), which explains why the price for the operation is that high.

As per breast cancer, I feel very strongly about this subject not because it is related to boobs. Breast cancer is the most commonly occurring cancer in middle-aged women. Ok, I definitely like talking about boobs, as shown on this blog from my post on Underwear game to my rants about the size of my own jewels. I also got a new bra at bravissimo today. There I go again with my TMI (too much information). Back to breast cancer, the obvious side effects may be going through tedious chemotherapy, losing a boob(s), or death in chronic cases. Chemo leads to hair loss, mastectomy leaves you without a boob or both boobs and death takes the life away. I don't think any of these options is desired by anyone.

Ladies, please and please (tautology for emphasis), conduct your breast self-exam every 3 months. Society seems to be more receptive of people's confessions of touching themselves nowadays. This is different, ladies touch and feel your boobs for your health's sake. Cancer is not a respecter of person or age. Your noticing a lump-like tissue in your breast can prevent cancer and/or severe operation. I was tweeting about this earlier and some lady said that her boyfriend has conducted the breast exam for her before. I think that it is okay to include your self-exam in foreplay, masturbation or any sexual activity. The main point is to observe the basics and not get distracted.

Below is a tutorial (video) for breast self-exam, if you don't know how to or if you need some clarity.

Self-Check: How To Become Breast Self Aware

A little something extra for you, this video is a wonderful cover of Chris Brown's 'Look at me now' Enjoy!

On that note, I announce my undying love for boobs. Everyone loves a good rack. Ladies take good care of yours.

Je t'embrasse.

PS: I hope everyone had a good Easter break, elections in Nigeria and bank holidays in the UK. I'm going to get my Aso-Ebi outfit for the Royal Wedding from my tailor tomorrow. Look out for my the fancy gele (Yoruba headgear) in the congregation at St.Paul's on Friday.
Update: I was obviously famzing. St.Paul's is not the name of the church where the wedding took place and I watched the ceremony from my bed. Yay to live streaming on the internet. Thanks to technology.

PPS: My London-Budapest-Amsterdam-Brussels-Paris-Madrid two-week trip was so much fun. That's the longest multi-city trip that I've ever embarked on. Too much ridonkulousness. I should post some pics and tales from it soon.

Can you live in a 90sq feet apartment?

2011-04-07T18:35:00.006-04:00

Watch the video of a lady below. She literally sleeps 1 foot below her ceiling because she lives in a 90sq ft apartment.

My thought on this: Classic case of keeping it real. I see no point in accumulating debts because you want to be fancy. At the same time, you should strive to live comfortably. NYC, especially Manhattan, is very expensive. With that $700 that she pays, she can get a nice 2-bedroom flat in the DMV. I can't knock her hustle

I have to learn some storage and conservation tips from her (as a fellow lady), for real. At the end of last semester, I had to make three car trips to my storage because of how much stuff that I had accumulated in less than 3 years. I can't believe that I went to the States with just two boxes in 2008. I need to go into retail rehab. I stay ordering things from China and Australia. I know worse people though. I mean, fashion bloggers seem to have lots of clothing. How big is their closet?

My question for her is "How do you live without a kitchen, three years and counting?
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Bisous!

PS: It's so warm in Europe man. Looks like I may be copping some shorts during my trip. Btw, I still do not know what to do in Belgium for two days, besides munching waffles. I need ideas :)

Amsterdam in 6 hours.

Stay Blessed.

enjoy! British royalty and elites can be Facebook savvy?

2011-04-02T23:55:00.003-04:00

Hopefully. I'm home in Budapest, when this gets published.

Je t'embarasse.
PS: I need recommendations of what to do in Belgium, besides eating the famous waffles.

Thoughts running through my mind while I was running through the park

2011-03-30T17:50:00.006-04:00

Hey ~~readers~~ lovers,

I’m typing this post from the kitchen that I share with eight other flatmates, as I watch my drumsticks and white rice boil to edibility. Eight other people? It is very possible because not everyone cooks and the kitchen is actually big. We have sufficient utensils and cooking equipment for days. London is very sunny today; it reminds me of my 2010 spring break in Los Angeles.

In January, I went through a phase of drinking lots of SmirnOff Ice. Then, I stopped but I kept the evidence of my abstinence.

I'm addicted to fruits. I love the 1-pound fruit bowls in Whitechapel Road market kiosks.

The books that I planned to study during my semester abroad. I'm yet to turn a page of any :(
French dictionary. Random book by Daniel Schacter. Complimentary Cosmo Sex Guide (I didn't buy it, it came with the mag), GRE workbooks.

While I was running through Mile End Park earlier, I noticed many people jogging or riding their bicycles with dogs. Like the typical Nigeria-bred person that I am, dogs scare me. No joke! Even puppies can make shivers run down my spine. My mum is scared of dogs too. I guess that is whom I learned my fear from. I remember when I visited a friend in Paris for five days. When I got there, I met a dog and cat unexpectedly. I considered taking a flight back home immediately or checking into a hotel. But I didn’t. You don’t want to know how I survived in a two-bedroom apartment with those ~~pets~~ bullies. It was a struggle. In the park, there was a man playing with his dogs. He would throw a golf ball into the canal and the dog had to go get it. For some reason, I never knew that dogs could swim, until this afternoon. It was very interesting to see this particular dog swim gracefully.

While I was running earlier, I didn’t want my 34 GGs flying from Mexico to Kazakhstan. (ps: Bravissimo claims my babies are 34GGs. Before this year, I thought I was a 36DDD. So much for measuring boobs mehn). Back to my story, I was jogging slowly. I’m way too conscious of my boobs flying up and down, so I don’t go on the treadmill in the gym. But I got this really firm sports bra from Bravissimo (A British lingerie store for plus size). So, everything is in place, when need be.

While I was running earlier, I decided that I don’t want to be a UK size 10 or US size 6. I just want to be fit and toned. I have never been obsessively conscious of my physique but I get the satisfaction from seeing the reflection of a banging bod, when I stand in front of the mirror. Jennifer Hudson recently dropped a lot of weight, I don’t want that. I’m content with being as thick as I am, not thicker though. All I desire is more contouring, toned gams, abs and guns.

*insert imaginary awkward ending to the post here*

New fave song of the week: I'm a star by Chrisette Michele. I love this song. It's on the borderline of slow and fast RnB songs.

Linguistic discovery of the week: Most America-bred folks don't know what a 'lorry' is.

Je t'embrasse

PS: My debit card finally came in the mail. It took two weeks longer than expected because they initially posted it to my US address. I'm fine though :)
PPS: I'm embarking on a multi-city euro trip, for the first half of April. Sh*t is about to go crazy. Watch this space for the report.
PPPS: I'm putting the main body of this post from my drafts. It was written a week ago.

Short Picture post - IFSA-Butler Weekend in Wales

2011-03-23T16:00:00.006-04:00

Random hostel in Wales

Earlier this month, my study-abroad (IFSA-Butler) program planned a trip to Wales. It was fun and a nice opportunity to leave the London bubble. I did not realise how much I was no longer used to road trips, like the 10-hour trips from Abuja to Lagos back in the day. It took about 6 hours to get to Wales from London. Boy! The fifth hour on the coach was tough - I got road/bus sick. There were two accommodation options, the hotel and a hostel for over-flow. When we got there, I was placed in the hostel but my smart-ass found a friend's room in a hotel with an extra bed. So I took this picture before leaving the hostel.

That Friday night, we had a pub - quiz. My team didn't win but yeah it was fun.

Saturday night - party in the hotel basement. Too much techno :(, great company though:)

Go-Karting
Saturday daytime, we did some activities. I went abseiling, that's mountain downward-climbing and Go-Karting. Go-Karting was a competition but guess who came 15th out of 15 participants. I also did abseiling. I went for only one round. That activity was lowkey scary despite the harness, helmet and guard ropes

Llandudno beach

On Sunday, we headed back to London. But we stopped at this Welsh town called Llandudno. I don't even know how to pronounce that name. They had a nice man-made beach. So pretty

Pebbles on the beach

So yeah, that was me leaving London. I plan to go to Brighton sometime, when it is warmer. I heard that it's a beach town and it is about an hour away from London. No bueno.

Je t'embrasse

PS: I'm currently getting waist length braids. Oh man, my bum hurts but the hairdresser is nice. She keeps the immigration/student-hustle/relationship stories coming LOL

Have a nice week.

Financial Bottleneck - Living in tight situations

2011-03-20T00:02:00.013-04:00

I've blogged about how much fun studying abroad in London has been but you win some, lose some and face some challenges.

In a previous post, I mentioned that the living costs in England is significantly higher than in the States. The USD is not equal to the GBP, for real. For the past 10 days, I've not had access to cash because my American debit card got stuck in Barclays (British bank ) ATM. Unfortunately, I can't make withdrawals with my American credit card because it does not have the chip, that they always ask for in the UK. Even in places like some restaurants, you cannot foot your bill with an American bank card if it does not have the infamous chip. So, you can imagine the financial crevice that I've been in, for the past 10 days. I've had to top up my oyster(travel) card, my phone, and buy groceries online with my credit card. I borrowed 100 pounds from a friend but had to spend 70 pounds out of it to fix my phone. That left me with 30 pounds, in addition to some 50 pounds that I had.

I was annoyed to be informed that Barclays bank could not give me my debit card back, even if they get it out of the ATM, because it is not a Barclays card. I called my American bank to issue another one but it is not here yet. It has been 10 days and Yinkuslolo has been surviving on 80 pounds cash. That should be a lot of money, right? But this is London, money goes faster than the speed of light. I've tried to be prudent but I end up buying coconut bread, cafeteria breakfast, Arizona Iced tea etc. As of Friday, I had 10 pounds left in my wallet.

Important note - I did not inform my mother about my situation and I have no reliable relatives in London to help me out. Also, I'm not a kid. Thus, I figured that I should be able to handle this by myself. My american bank told me that my new debit card will be here on Friday. Alas, my mail box is devoid of this damn card, up til now . On Friday evening, I finally decided to let my mother know about my problem. Like the very caring person that she is, she wired some money to me via Western Union, within an hour. After visiting thirteen Western Union cash points in East and Central London, I found one that is actually in operation in Leicester Square. I will go there later today, because I didn't have sufficient ID when I went yesterday. To make matters worse, the TFL (Transport for London) disabled my Oyster cards because of God knows what. That's a long story on its own.

Why did it take me a whole week to tell my mother about this money matter? I have always been financially self-sufficient. Don't give me that 'yeah right!' look. I do not know how to ask my mother for 'pocket money' and I was not brought up with any regular allowance. So, I feel very awkward asking my mother for money. Fortunately, she sends me money irregularly and in very random amounts, based on her own instinct, and I'm not complaining. Back at my home university, I had two well-paying part-time jobs, alongside my regular 18-credit courseload, and I always go after deals / student discounts. So, I've been living off my savings, for the most part, in London. I'm not against depending on Central Bank of Mummy and Daddy but I respect adults, who work for their own money.

This past week has made me to think about my desirable financial position for the future. I want to be comfortable enough and not depend on a spouse or inherited returns to cater for myself and dependents. I know this means a lot of work but that's why I'm putting my best into this rigorous education now. This is not to say that a good education assures financial security but it goes a long way with getting there.

What does 'comfortable' in future mean to me? This may sound cheesy. I want to be comfortable enough to own (or co-own with my spouse) a family house, send my children/dependants to very good schools and afford to take annual vacations abroad. Hopefully, I will not have to take any loans in the future, except it is for some grand investment.

Enough with my money talk, the two pictures below have been subjects of twitter jokes and spin offs for TTs (trending topics) on Twitter. Follow me on twitter, @yinkuslolo

Je t'embarasse

This one is just funny. What about Real Housewives of Ebute-Metta and Keeping up with the Igbinedions?

This movie is actually out. You have to see the parts 1 and 2 on youtube. Too hilarious. Babes are stealing Blackberries and leaving a matrimonial home because the husband didn't buy a BB for the wife I just want to believe that it's a satire.

On that note, shout to the best mother in the world, I love her so much and I know she does not how much I do. I will not be who I am and will be, without her. I hope my debit card comes in the mail, soon.

Team Insomnia

2011-03-13T22:41:00.005-04:00

Tonight, I'm wandering idly through the streets of the interwebz. I checked my grades, mediocre for my standard :(. Fortunately, coursework counts for less than 25% in the UK as opposed to the regular 60% in the States. So, I can still breathe comfortably. I tried writing my French essay, talk about linguistic writers' block :(. It is 2:45am and I have a 9am class (3 classes on Monday #riseandgrind). A good student should be in bed but Yinkuslolo is the captain of the night owls' team

This sunday, I spent six hours at a Nigerian-British friend's RCCG church in Thornton Heath, worship service, hanging out, planning meeting and clearing up. Too many laughs, it was nice and they were all Nigerians. I haven't been to an all-black church outside Nigeria before :) The youth leader emphasized on 100 year-old Abraham's ability to have sex with Sarah at that age, without Viagra. I don't know how Romans chap 4 led to that LOL.

This weekend was nice but Michelle and I took the big L (stands for loss in American lingo, I guess) twice though. I also pissed her off, so I'm going to apologize to her via skype in a minute, though she lives three floors below me. I need to curb this my blunt tongue a bit. She doesn't read this blog anyway.

I will blog about my intended topics, from my last post, later.

PS: Night buses in London are so hilarious. The tube stops running at 1am. So, if you do not have a car and cannot take a cab, you're stuck with the bus. You can encounter all sorts of people on the bus, from flamboyant gays, drunk folks, quarelling Russians, sleepy Spaniards, to random hikers. Michelle and I always have a fun time on the Bus 25 that runs from Oxford Circus to East London.

Je t'embrasse.
Pray for Japan. Donate to charities. They need your help, no matter how little.

Affirming my black identity in London?

2011-03-09T23:38:00.005-05:00

I am proudly Nigerian and I will always be. I am also the queen of procrastination. If I had a penny for the number of times that I have blogged in my head but failed to type a post, I will afford not <1Kgof gummy bears right now. If you don't know what gummy bears are, google 'em. They are the best study snack, next to seedless grapes. yum!

If you have not noticed, this blog is turning to a study abroad blog. I want to highlight my experience in London so far, related to me being Nigerian. For every black person I meet in London, I assume that ze is Nigerian until ze proves otherwise. Trust me, you will save your time and your curious spirit some energy, if you go with my formula.

At my host university in London, Queen Mary, they are more South Asians than blacks and even whites, I believe. This is probably because QM is located in East London, the domain of South Asians. Whenever I see a dark-skinned person, I become so eager to meet them. Getting closer it turns out to be a dark-skinned Indian and I becomes low-key disappointed. This is not to say that I'm racist but I just like meeting all sorts of Black people, whether it be African-American, Carribean or African. Sadly, the ACS (african-carribean society) is not as active as the Black student unions in the States that I am used. Thus, I have to meet fellow Black students, with an extra effort on my part.
I usually go to south London aka the hood to get my hair done. Y'all know that black hair is done and cheapest in the hood. But then, you gatta be careful because finding a good hairdresser is as difficult as finding a good husband. Anytime, I go there to get my hair done, they seem to be confused by my 'hybrid' accent until I say my name is Yinka (Yinkuslolo is from Yinka, get it?)
Most of my study abroad buddies are African Americans (called akatas by Nigerian english) from the States and everytime we go out, we are asked which country we are from. As usual, I give my long story that I'm a Nigerian studying in the USA. My akatas friends have a problem though because they will tell you that they are from chicago/atlanta/*insert.random.city* America but many blacks in London are not buying that. Then, my akata friends will have to the enquirer that their forefathers went to the USA as slaves from Africa. Thus, recent akata generations are mixed with other races and have no idea of their precise African origin. I think this long explanation is due to difference between the Black-British and Black-Americans. This is because the blacks in Britain are more recent immigrants than those in the USA. It is sometimes sad to see my Akata friends have to go through the slavery explanation so many times. Actually, my African American friends often ask what their looks can suggest about their place of origin in Africa. I often joke with them and say oh you look Igbo/Yoruba/Kenyan.
I must have mentioned in an earlier post I went to the Basketmouth show on Feb 13th, that show was basic. I felt the jokes were mostly recycled. Maybe the theme of the jokes (ie Naija hustlers in Jand) was over-flogged. The show just wasn't working for me. I had a good time though, because I went with a new friend and saw my crazy ass Nigerians.
Two Saturdays ago, I went to CokoBar, a Nigerian club in East London. I had heard loads about it and it is just 10 mins away from QM. So, I decided to go see what's up there. One word for CokoBar. basic!!! The music was nice, the DJ did a good job in mixing Nigerian music with mainstream western hippop/ R &B but the transitions were kind of wack. Of course, the dressing at CokoBar was at the two extremes, regular Jand dudes in Blazers in the club's heat hian! and some girls with GUCCI clutches (with green and pink stripes instead of green and red). I had fun though because I was with friends and busted all my moves with Michelle, my PIC. Btw, what is it with most Nigerian girls (and some dudes) not dancing at the club? I understand if it is your day off dancing but if you don't dance every time, there is a problem. How will you just be sitting and boning (frowning in Naija slang) in the club? You might as well stay at home or go to a pub.

I must admit that the title is somewhat misfitted with the content of this post. But yeah, I typing at as many character per min as possible at 4:30am. Pardon the grammatical error. I dislike proof-reading, like I always remind you. My next post will be about my London Fashion Weekend Experience and my trip to Wales.

Till then
Je t'embarasse
ff me @yinkuslolo on twitter

PS:
Happy Ash Wednesday! ( I'm Nigerian and we celebrate everything/day even 'Happy Strike!')
Are you giving up anything for Lent, if so what is it?

So you think you know Yinkuslolo? Stylish and Versatile Blogger Award

2011-02-22T21:36:00.004-05:00

I went to Camden with @juiceegal, three sundays ago. I'm going back to pierce my ears :)

Hi, I'm finally getting around to blogging. This semester has been no joke. I claim to have a lot of free time in London, but there is also coursework do in little time. I still want suggestions of places in London to visit. By now, you should get from this blog that I like to explore and not stay at home. I don't even have or like watching TVs. But after fter these 5 months, is there anything that will be of interest in London to me here again? We will see.

So, Taynement gave me the Stylish and Versatile Blogger award eons ago but the Yinkuslolo that I am will acknowledge it in this century.

The rules of this award.

1. Thank the person who gave you the award and link back to them in your post. Thanks to Taynement that tagged me.

2. Tell us 7 things about yourself. Read below

3. Award 15 other bloggers. I tag every blogger that hasn’t done it because I seem to be the last one doing this.

In no particular order,

Hopeless romantic - I believe in the power of love. It is simple, yet so complicated. I always pray to be loved and love without limits. I gush over loving couples. In reality, I don’t go awww everytime I see couples showing each other love or obsess over Valentine’s day. I just love loving. More importantly, you have to learn to love you for yourself before you can love another healthily.
Only child of single parent – This is unusual for a Nigerian to proclaim openly. I think Naija is one of the few countries left, where there is a stigma for single mothers or children born and raised out of wedlock. This is another blogpost for another day.
Love for French – I took french in elementary and high school, with breaks in between. I have taken French classes for 2 years in university. Yet, my French is still at the intermediate/conversational level. I think that I will not be as fluent as I want until I actually reside in a French-speaking environment. These classes are not cutting it and I have a low aptitude for foreign language learning but I am determined. Though, I ditched studying abroad in Paris for London this semester, I am planning a 2-day trip to Paris in March and a 4-day trip to some cities in France in April. I loved Paris so much, when I visited in January 2010

Picture of Eiffel Tower that I took in Jan 2011

Sleeping with panties only – I don’t know if many people do this but whenever it’s not too cold and I have no company, platonic or otherwise, I always sleep with no clothes on. This may be TMI but yeah that’s a fact. I just love the feeling of my duvet and bed sheet against my skin, after a night shower especially.
Seafood = orgasm - Thai duck curry wins. Calamari owns. Nigerian fried snail hits the spot every time. I will leave it at that.
Edit. Thanks to Azuka, duck is not seafood. what was I thinking? Another correction thanks to Myne, Snails are not seafood because they live on land, right? Anyhoo, Calamari is still part of the seafood family.
Riding - I do not know how to ride at all. Get your dirty mind of there. I do not know how to ride a bicycle because I never had one. As for cars, I have been to driving school s twice but I’ve not driven a car on the road out of the schools yet. The last driving school session I attended was last summer. So, I have probably forgotten all of that and will need to start again. Oh well, one day sha, one day, maybe when I get a car to cruise around.
Friends – I have never had an appointed best friend. No, I am not that kid with no friends. I actually do have close friends from very different parts of the world but I think I move from place to place too often that I cannot nurture a long distance ‘bestie-ship’. In high school, I was the centre of almost everything from academic to extracurricular. I had a wifey (platonic), we were close and competed for the top in many subjects. After HS, we cut off, (no phone). A year later, I moved to a flat directly behind her house and we reconnected. Three months later, she went to a private univ outside Abuja, I moved to Hungary. New beginnings right! Two months later, I went to the US for uni and started all over again. Now I have a crew close to my heart, no labels. I’m currently in London; I meet new people often and I love it. Most of my friendships are seasonal. I love those friends, who can pick up from wherever we left. I despise those, who do not keep in touch, but have the means too. Don’t judge me, the whole BFF craze is cool but it is too much of a responsibility for me to bestow on someone.

Below are pictures of a canal and my visit, outside London, to Old Hamptons court palace.

Regents Canal, next to my uni, Queen Mary Univ

Boat on the same canal, next to my residence hall

Old Hamptons Court Palace, where generations of royal British families used to live

Entry map post

The Palace garden, so beautiful

A four-post bed in the palace. I want something like this in my matrimonial bedroom.

I hope everyone is having a good week. It’s reading week (no classes) for me and Fashion week in London. Guess what I’m doing on Friday? Going to London fashion weekend yay! This is my first catwalk show ever. I will have to wear some of my fashionable pieces with style, take photos and try to imitate those fashion bloggers. I kid, I kid.

Au rêvoir!

Tinie Tempah - "Pass Out". My fave British jam.

2011-02-03T21:15:00.002-05:00

Before this year, I've not been exposed to British songs. But oh boy, they've got some good songs here. But the techno in some kill me. Three weeks ago, my friends and I went to my campus pub, Drapers, and we thought the fire alarm was going off. You will not believe that it was actually the intro of a song. The techno is sometimes unbearable. Besides that, they've got some cool moves here too. One of my new friends here, Chris goes in on all the different types of skanks from Jungle skank to Tribal and Migraine skank, no joke.

The video above is my fave British song right now. It's a club banger as well. It has been stuck in my head for a while. Youtube the 'Bubbly bubbly' song too. It's kind of an oldie but the dance is very choreographic.

Side note: Wikipedia claims that Tinie Tempah is British Nigerian.

PS: I'm going to see Wicked, next Tuesday. It is supposed to be a very good play because everyone I know that has seen it speaks well of it. I plan to see Legally Blonde, Mamma Mia and Les Miserables (plays) before June.
Je t'embarasse

Hi, from London

2011-01-30T22:55:00.000-05:00

Damn, it's already the last day of january, 2011. This year is going by so fast.
I've been in London for three weeks already and I feel like those weeks went by so fast. It has been amazing, I'm really glad that I'm studying abroad. I'm going to comment on a few aspects of my stay here so far.

A typical street sign in Westminster

A shot from the cruise that I mentioned

I forgot to add, the art on Brick Lane is amazing

one of the stalls in the Sunday-up market at Brick Lane

Chinese food blows


Big Ben: Note the tower is called Big Ben but it is actually the Bell in it that should be called Big Ben.

Shopping: Of course, you can not be in London and not cop a few things. I feel like this is the fashion capital of the world. Yeah, people rock gears in NY but Londoners have style. I already had an extra luggage coming here and I know that I will leave with nothing less than an additional extra luggage. I've tried to curtail on my expenses but it looks like there is some jazz in these stores, from those in Westfield to Oxford Street. I went to Camden market yesterday, that place is huge and I need to go back. Very close to my school is Brick Lane, the Sunday-Up market there is very nice too and I've been there twice. I think the beauty of these markets is the very diverse vintage wears and exotic food stalls. But my dear, if you coming to shop in London, better come with plenty $$$$. Since, I'm not the President's daughter, I'm always converting the prices from pounds to dollars like everytime. Things are so expensive here because what is 5 dollars in the States is also 5 pounds in the UK. Note: 1 pound = 1.6 dollars.

Academics: This is the main reason why I'm in London right? Queen Mary University of London is kinda weird to me. Well, the entire British educational system at the Uni level has been more of a relief. I have 2 in class hours per course in week and no tests or weekly assignments. This equals lots of free time for me. I'm looking for a job or volunteering position because I'm used to having two part-time jobs in the States. I have no classes on Tues, Wed and Fri. yipee! Because I'm not used to independent study, I've not been able to keep up with the readings but I need to soonest. On another note, the state of the extracurricular life in the UK is close to dead. The only thing they do really is go to the student union pub, Drapers.

New relationships: I've made a good number of new friends. My closest are fellow American students studying abroad at Queen Mary. We've gone shopping, to the movies, clubbing and typical social stuff. I'm really trying to meet British students and not to stay in my comfort zone with fellow American students. The few that I've met so far are chill peeps. I've met some men, *cough*, they've been mostly Nigerian. I'm yet to be impressed, though. I've met up with two twitter friends, one (@juiceegal) is originally from blogger. There are both interesting and nice ladies. I do believe that my blogger persona is different from my twitter one and also from the one in real life..

Living without a meal plan: I live on campus and this rarely happens in London because most Unis in this city do not have a campus. Unlike my campus in the States, this one does not have a meal plan and that means I have to cook for myself. It should be cheaper right but I think the honeymoon phase of cooking is almost over. I'm yet to get very Nigerian food stuff. So, I've just been making stew chicken/fish, rice and plantains.

Who knew vegetarian African food can be commercialized?

Night life: I've been having a very good time. One of my friends here, Michelle (her name from 12am to 5am hahaha), is my PIC. We've been out to on a cruise over River Thames and a few places in WestEnd, Leicester precisely. I'm def down to go to more places. The drinking culture is a major aspect of British social life. For example, my uni students dash into the school's bar in between lectures. Sadly, I'm not a beer/pub-going person. So, I will just stick to sipping my fruity cocktails and wine in lounges and clubs.

Summer plans: This has been a major concern for me and I'm yet to take concrete steps on it. I'm looking for an internship-like opportunity in the public health sector. I'm open to any branch but I will prefer sexual, social or environmental public health. My mum wants me to stay in the UK but I lowkey want to go to Naija. So, I'm considering both places. Sadly, I've not found anywhere yet and I need to find at least 6 places within the next two weeks to apply to. God dey, please if you know anything or have connects let me know.

I can go on and on about my stay here so far but I'll keep 'em coming in subsequent posts.

Pardon typos, I dislike editing my posts. Just for you to know, if you haven't noticed

Much love.

2010 recap. Happy New year!

2011-01-02T04:47:00.000-05:00

So it’s 2011 and I want to do a 2010 recap for some aspects of my life that had some change. I’ve been tied up with household chores. So, I couldn’t write this up before 2010 ended. I hope y’all are having a beautiful 2011 so far. I am! I’m just really excited about going to London on Monday (Jan 3^rd), to start my semester abroad. I’m going with an open mind, crossed fingers, and two boxes.

So here we go with the 2010 recap

Religion

I still believe in one God. I finally decided that it might be ok for some people do not believe in God. The most important thing is for them to do good, show love and not harm another person. I wish I spent more time with God in 2010. I hope to be better in 2011. Side note: that’s why I pray for a steadfast Christian husband because I need someone to ginger my religious spirit and not someone as easily distracted as I am.

[Non-Platonic] Relationships

This is an aspect that I rarely blog about. In 2010, love was a tricky thing. I easily fell in like but love took time. I narrowed down my characteristics of a partner. I learnt that you must not put a label on love and go with the flow. Also, everyone around you may seem lovey-dovey in his or her relationship but that r/ship may be going thru chronic emotional turmoil. My love is not blind; it wears glasses and contacts #igatjokes but seriously.

Travelling

I went to Budapest, Rome, Vatican City, Milan, Paris, London, Abuja, Madrid and Los Angeles, Atlanta, DMV, and of course North-East Tri-state in the USA. It was a crazy year. I’ve no regrets and I hope to travel more in 2011. Paris, France remains my favorite place. I spent only 5 days there but there was this homely NYC feel to her. The everyday style of Parisians was amazing too. French folks can cook, umm let me no get into the roadside crêpes. If I am to choose only one thing to do in France, it will be eating some crêpes.

Friendships

I developed a college friend circle tighter than a cheerio in 2010. We went to parties, had all-nighters in the library, talked about college guys, shopped and went thru so much stuff together. My college friends may not know this but I love ‘em to bits. All of them are African-Americans but that’s the only common thing about ‘em; people with different interests – a poet, a romance linguist, an archaeologist... They can kill for my curry chicken too :D. i’m def gon miss them ,when I’m away in London, this semester.

Finances:

I am not a full-time worker yet but 2010 is the year that I made the most money and spent the most. #dontknockmyhustle. Most of my money went on travels followed by my wardrobe. I curbed my wardrobe spending in the fall/winter though but I still have more clothing than I need. I’ve to watch it in 2011 even though I know going to London will not help matters. I London is expensive and I don’t have a job there. But I can’t just be looking at Topshop like a lukuluku nah. So, I will be out for student discounts and will actually have a limited budget to spend with.

In sum, 2010 topped my previous years and 2011 will have to go far to beat 2010. But hey, cheers to better happenings in 2011. I believe it shouldn’t take one a whole year for one to realize that (s)he ought to change he(r) attitude. Thus, I have no New Year resolutions but I’m starting this year with more positivity.

Some of the topics in this post have been discussed on my twitter actually, so ff me @yinkuslolo on twitter and my tumblr at yinkuslolo.tumblr.com

This blog is about 18 months old now and I currently have 105 followers; I’m joyful. To those, who passively read my blog, thanks for doing so. To those who comment, your feedback is very much appreciated. I will try to get back to your comments more promptly this year.

Have a good 2011! Don’t get caught up in making resolutions, keep it moving, time waits for no one.

Feel free to leave your blog links and twitter IDs for me to check out.

Je t’embarasse

How To Become A Star Style Blogger (spoof from refinery29.com)

2010-12-10T23:01:00.003-05:00

image credit to refinery29.com

This is actually true, from my observation of fashion blogs' metamorphoses.

One of the best photo-illustrated spoofs that I have seen in a while.

Hold an ID, when you go out (at night) in Naija.

2010-12-06T21:30:00.015-05:00

not only in Naija actually, anywhere.

So, I was in Abuja for the summer and I went out - clubbing, lounging... often. This is not a feat that I am proud of. Rather, it has been eye-opening and I've learnt a few lessons from these outings, besides knowing who and where to swoon, of course.

One major lesson that I learnt is the importance of having my ID on me, even though it doesn't seem necessary in a country like Nigeria. In Yankee, you def need one cos of age-alcohol concerns.

One time, I got to an accident scene in Central District, Abuja, three minutes after it took place. It was around 3am and it was raining. One of the two cars involved, a Honda Accord(end of discussion) belonged to a friend's friend. To imagine that my three other gfs and I would have been in the car because we were going from one club to the other but there were two other guys in the car already. When we got to the accident scene, I thought to myself, 'what if I had been in that car?'. What if?' Thank God no life was lost and that me and my three other gf s had not sandwiched ourselves in the back seat. Otherwise, someone would have suffered the impact of the crash. How would I have been identified? Long thing because those friends are not known by my folks. o_O

This other time, shortly after prostitutes were banned from the streets of Abuja, I was approached by a Police officer. Note, that this officer didn't have his uniform shirt on, did not introduce himself with his ID or cordially talk to my friend and I. He simply accused us of standing by the roadside, past 12am, in above-the-knee dresses. Sho! we were not even hailing cars because our ride was just around the corner and we were standing infront of our house. That was how we started a long story with the officer oh. He asked for our IDs but we had none on us. The only items in our clutches were cash, money, perfumes.... He refused to allow us go back in and bring out IDS but was ready to detain us till dawn. Imagine, ending up in jail for a night because your standing infront of your house at past 12am. All he kept saying was there is a new law that women should not be standing on the street at that time of the night. oh well. After that incident, we went out with our IDs everytime.

Naija was fun. I can't wait to be back there next year, hopefully.

Thanksgiving

2010-11-27T01:15:00.002-05:00

I am thankful for the following:

I am a college junior ( university 3rd year level) studying Neuroscience (the study of the brain) and I am loving it.
The chance to study abroad in London, next semester (spring 2010). Holla if you go to Queen Mary, University of London or know someone who goes there.
The independence that was imposed on me at the age of 10, and it has turned out right so far
Financial comfortability, meaning that I have all that I NEED, (not want).
Good health, and hopefully better in the futrue.
Sanity to not succumb to some worldly desires.
Good hair, that I neglect sometimes but it still remains fly.
My myopic sight that has forced me to see the world, patiently
Technological advances that has made living easier.
Friends, mostly seasonal but necessary. They all play a role at some point.
The grace to keep my faith in the existence of God, even when challenged.
Lastly, for my mum, who has been my mother+father all in one.

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Why are you thankful?

PS: Holla if you go to Queen Mary, University of London or know someone who goes there.
PPS: ***drumroll*** my birthday is coming closer, DEC 19th. too bad I'll be losing 5 hrs of the day, in air.

Je t'embarasse.

"I am a Nigerian" I was feeling motherland-sick, then I read this. :D

2010-11-17T00:14:00.000-05:00

"I am a Nigerian.I am one in 5 Africans.I am one in 8 black people, anywhere in the world.I am a...": "“I am a Nigerian.

I am one in 5 Africans.

I am one in 8 black people, anywhere in the world.

I am a Nobel Prize winner.

An Olympic Gold Medalist.

A Grammy Award Winner.

A Soccer Champion.

A Prince of the Vatican.

An Oscar Nominee.

A Giant of Literature.

A Distinguished Scientist.

A Musical Icon.

My roots lie in the dusty Sahel of the North; in the rich rainforest of the East;

In the Savannah plains of the West; in the oil-filled swamps of the Delta;

In the warmth of our villages and the vibrance of our cities.

My strength flows from the waters of the Niger and the Benue.

My joy springs from the rush of the Gurara Falls and the natural wonders of Yankari.

Nigeria is my rock.

Nigeria is my hope.

Nigeria is my home.

I am the voice of two hundred tribes, speaking three hundred languages.

I am the dance of the circle of life.

I am the laughter of the world’s happiest people.

I am nourished by the crop of the soil, fed by the bounty of the rivers.

I am your neighbor.

I am your friend.

I am a warrior, priest, king

I am a mother, teacher, queen.

I am my brother’s keeper.

I am a sage from an ancient civilization

I am a child in the youngest nation on earth.

I am the beauty,

I am the sound,

I am the vision,

I am the spirit,

I am the passion,

I am the soul of a continent.

I am Nigerian.

I am the HEART OF AFRICA.”

- Nkiru Asika (via luvvdivine)

Every African is the heart of Africa.

(via fyeahafrica)
"

'For colored girls' an atypical review!

2010-11-07T12:20:00.001-05:00

As the house manager of the 'Women of color house' at my university, there was no way that I could turn a blind eye to the movie, 'For colored girls'. So, I organized a program for about 60 students of color to go see it. I saw the movie, by Tyler Perry, last night. It is based on a book, a collection of monologous poems, by Ntozake Shange. Powerful movie I tell ya, it showed issues of abuse, neglect, authority, homosexuality perceptions, results of war, extreme religiousity and it goes on. You know its Tyler Perry, too much will be going on in the movie.
So far, this is my favorite movie of his and the first that was not fully written by him. Also, he did a good job with assembling a cast of very talented actresses and actors to really deliver the message. Like the rape scene was not the typical stuff, the timing of the insensitive act was more emphasized than the rape itself. The opera ensemble was all-black! Like for real tho, I ain't seen that before. Tyler perry didn't use Madea as a comic buffer in this movie either. Comedy was not needed because it is not a movie to be laughed but to resonate about. I mean it was a heavy movie with tragedies. Overall, the theme was 'self-love', it's ok to love someone deeply but you have to keep some for yourself.

I read a review that said the movie was not realistic, are you kidding me? This stuff is real, it happens for real.

The main actresses in the last scene. For colored girls

Some of my favorite quotations from the movie are

'My love is too SANCTIFIED to be thrown at my face'
"Because I had convinced myself that colored girls have no right to sorrow!"
"Being colored is a metaphysical dilemma I have not conquered yet"

Then my favorite monologue is below, it's really about self-love'. It was after the character's partner left her for the umpteenth time for another woman.

somebody almost walked off wid alla my stuff
not my poems or a dance i gave up in the street
but somebody almost walked off wid alla my stuff
like a kleptomaniac workin hard & forgettin while stealin
this is mine/this aint yr stuff/
now why don’t you put me back & let me hang out in my own self
somebody almost walked off wit alla my stuff
& didn’t care enuf to send a note home sayin
i was late for my solo conversation
or two sizes to small for my own tacky skirts
what can anybody do wit somethin of no value on
a open market/ did you getta dime for my things/
hey man/ where are you goin wid alla my stuff/
to ohh & ahh abt/ daddy/ i gotta mainline number
from my own shit/ now wontcha put me back/ & let
me play this duet/ wit silver ring in my nose/
honest to god/ somebody almost run off wit alla my stuff/
& i didnt bring anythin but the kick & sway of it
the perfect ass for my man & none of it is theirs
this is mine/ ntozake ‘her own things’/ that’s my name
now give me my stuff/ i see ya hidin my laugh/ & how i
sit wif my legs open sometimes/ to give my crotch
some sunlight/ & there goes my love my toes my chewed
up finger nails/ niggah/ wif the curls in yr hair/
mr. louisiana hot link/ i want my stuff back/
my rhytums & my voice/ open my mouth/ & let me talk ya
outta/ throwin my shit in the sewar/ this is some delicate
leg & whimsical kiss/ i gotta have to give to my choice/
without you runnin off wit alla my shit/
now you cant have me less i give me away/ & i waz
doin all that/ til ya run off on a good thing/
who is this you left me wit/ some simple bitch
widda bad attitude/ i wants my things/
i want my arm wit the hot iron scar/ & my leg wit the
flea bite/ i want my calloused feet & quik language back
in my mouth/ fried plantains/ pineapple pear juice/
sun-ra & joseph & jules/ i want my own things/ how i lived them/
& give me my memories/ how i waz when i waz there/
you cant have them or do nothin wit them/
stealin my shit from me/ dont make it yrs/ makes it stolen/
somebody almost run off wit alla my stuff/ & i waz standin
there/ lookin at myself/ the whole time
& it waznt a spirit took my stuff/ waz a man whose
ego walked round like Rodan’s shadow/ waz a man faster
n my innocence/ waz a lover/ i made too much
room for/ almost run off wit alla my stuff/
& i didnt know i’d give it up so quik/ & the one runnin wit it/
don’t know he got it/ & i’m shoutin this is mine/ & he dont
know he got it/ my stuff is the anonymous rip[ped off treasure
of the year/ did you know somebody almost got away wit me/
me in a plastic bag under their arm/ me
danglin on a string of personal carelessness/ i’m spattered wit
mud & city rain/ & no i didnt get a chance to take a douche/
hey man/ this is not your perogative/ i gotta have me in my
pocket/ to get round like a good woman shd/ & make the poem
in the pot or the chicken in the dance/ what i got to do/
i gotta get my stuff to do it to/
why dont ya find yr own things/ & leave this package
of me for my destiny/ what ya got to get from me/
i’ll give it to ya/ yeh/ i’ll give it to ya/
round 5:00 in the winter/ when the sky is blue-red/
& Dew City is gettin pressed/ if it’s really my stuff/
ya gotta give it to me/ if ya really want it/ i’m
the only one/ can handle it

This movie is a must-watch.
That is especially if you a woman of color and I know Nigerians in the States(or in any other westernized country) do not really feel the need to relate to the idea of being a 'person of color'. But I tell you that the States is the society that you live in now and every brown skin goes through the same 'sh*t'.

PS: I'm going to see Fela on Broadway. on Saturday! What should I expect??

Update: I never made to seeing Fela. I missed it in London too in Jan, 2011. :(
Je t'embarasse.

Meet the McGhee Sextuplets

2010-11-01T18:11:00.000-04:00

Lovely. I wanna have triplets, when I'm ready tho.

PS: if you can, donate. I already gave in my two cents.

Meet the McGhee Sextuplets: "

Mia and Rozonno McGhee and their newborn sextuplets were featured on Good Morning America recently and they need your help. According to reports, the Ohio couple had a hard time conceiving kids so they turned to fertility drugs which resulted in 6 unexpected beautiful babies. However, with one bedroom and a need for six cribs, food, doctors bills, etc the expenses may be too much for the family to handle. Via Their Facebook Page

Mr. and Mrs. McGhee were high-school sweethearts at Linden-McKinley who relied on each other to navigate a difficult adolescence in a tough neighborhood. He was 20 and she was 18 when they married 11 years ago, their only dream to stay together and raise a family.After unsuccessful attempts to have children, the North Side couple turned to fertility drugs. Mrs. McGhee gave birth to twins prematurely last year, and both infants died.When an ultrasound during her next pregnancy revealed multiple heartbeats, she felt devastated again. “They advised us to do the selective reduction,” she said. “We couldn’t.”The McGhees knew they would struggle to afford an instant family of eight. He is a carpet- and upholstery-cleaner; she is leaving her job at JPMorgan Chase to care for the babies.

To donate to a fund for the McGhee sextuplets, visit any Chase Bank location. The account can be found under “The McGhee Trust Fund”” or Rozonno and Mia McGhee. Additional donations in the forms of toys, food, diapers, etc can be sent to IMPACT Attn: Tracy Taylor 700 Bryden Road, Columbus OH 43205.

Water awareness project 2010

2010-10-06T00:39:00.002-04:00

Hey, I'm really sorry that I have been AWOL for two good months. oh my, summer ended, school started and it's winter already because I don't think the fall season exists anymore.

Below is the shorter version of the report for the project that I ran in Nigeria, this summer.

Much thanks to ~B~ of 1BlackButterfly, who supported me.
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This summer, I started and ran ‘The Water Awareness Project’ in Abuja, Nigeria, with the aid of the Rausch Internship grant from the Environmental Studies Department in my school. There is a growing water crisis in Nigeria with a large proportion of the population having no access to safe drinking water. It is estimated that only half of the 140 million people have access to safe water, and even fewer to basic sanitation facilities.

The goal of Water Awareness Project (WAP) was to create awareness among Nigerian youths on the role of water in practicing good sanitation habits, while emphasizing water conservation practices. In June, I gave 30-minute to 60-minute talks on the role of water in sanitation and water conservation practices in twenty-schools in Central Abuja. In July, I worked with the pupils of an Abro Hallmark International School, located in Mpape, Abuja, a settlement deficient of portable water. With the help of a plumber, the pupils and I installed a water tank that employs a rainwater harvesting system from the rooftop of a school building. This particular activity emphasized the importance of community engagement from one’s younger years and showed a water conservation practice. With the tank installation, It is hoped that the students will spend less time in search of water before classes and medical costs will be reduced as a result of water-related diseases contracted from the use of contaminated water.

At the end of July, I had concluded the water awareness project and conducted mini surveys from the students in participating schools. In the near future, I plan to extend this project to more schools in other parts of Nigeria.

How to make love!

2010-08-09T07:30:00.001-04:00

Ingredients...

4 laughin eyes,
4 well shaped legs,
4 lovin arms,
2 firm milk containers,
2 nuts,
1 mixin bowl,
1 firm banana...

Method...
1. Look into laughin eyes
2. Spread well shaped legs with lovin arms
3. Squeeze & massage milk containers very gently
4. Gently add firm banana to mixin bowl workin in an out until well creamed
5. As heat rises plunge banana deep into mixin bowl and cover with nuts, leave to soak, preferably not over nite
6. The cake is done when banana is soft, if banana doesn't soften repeat steps 3-5 or change mixin bowls! Note...
If you are in an unfamiliar kitchen..
1. Wash utensils carefully before and after use!
2. Do not lick mixin bowl!
3. If cake rises, leave town...

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every line has pun-intentions.

stole it from a friend's fb.

shit is funny as hell. don't ask me if i've followed this recipe lol.

gotta post stuff like this, when you have too much time on your hands in jand.

A letter from London

2010-08-04T10:28:00.000-04:00

Dear ~~followers~~ lovers,

Once again, I've tried to satisfy my curious self by travelling to another acclaimed city. This time around, it is London. I have been here for only a few days and one thought that keeps recurring is '1 USD is not = 1 GBP'. By the side of that, every pence counts too and is not as negligible as the cent.

I'm staying with my cousin, an LLM student, and she works the night shift at her workplace. So, she creeps back into the house at the crack of dawn, then sleeps all-day. I kept wondering how many people in London are actually nocturnal workers until I read the free 'London Evening Standard' that stated over 100, 000 workers use the night bus service. Basically, nothing in London is free. I was glancing through a Vibe mag, at a train mini bookstore but the attendant told me to stop unless I was buying it. I thought one could read any unsealed book in a bookstore. Oh well, I just told him that I'm used to American bookstores, where one can camp at Barnes and Noble lol, and that he should pardon me.

One other thing that my cousin told me to assume is to think every Black person in London is Yoruba, until he/she proves otherwise. Like seriously tho, I have heard more Yoruba spoken than English by black folks around here. Last Sunday, I was in Blackheath and it seemed like the road was invaded by ankara-clad humans. Oh well, Nigerians were coming from the church.

Silly me, I should be a tourist in London but I can't help practicing my number 1 hobby, people watching, full-time. Just in case, you catch a juicey babe, wearing glasses(after 18mths of contacts) and extra-extra-long braids, appreciating the awesomeness of London folks, that's Yinkuslolo!

oh, I have a one-well all-access travel card and I should not be wasting almost 40 pounds. Funny how my Jand friends are vacaying in Naija and I just left them behind there to come to this upgraded Lagos. So, I need places to go but oh well, folks be busy working and crashing all-day lol.

Is this a 'post'?

2010-07-21T12:10:00.001-04:00

So many things have happened in the last two months and I have failed to blog about them. Too many things, I swear. My project, details coming later, is almost done.

I leave for London in about a week. Yet, there are still so many things to be done.

I hope all is well with everyone as summer continues.

SA world cup 2010 randomicities

2010-06-27T19:51:00.006-04:00

So far, my boys have annoyed me so much. I'm pissed. Some points that I have to make for reals

Enyeama did us proud but I think that he has to change up his skill a little. A goal keeper is meant to keep the ball and not push it out of the goalpost area. Because if it's not done properly, a rebound goal can occur and that is what happened once or twice and cost us determining goals.
Kaita made a mistake but was not responsible for your loss against Greece. The dude was actually holding down the midfield. Kaka was also given a red card. Why did Brazil not fall apart after Kaka's exit?
Where is Mutallab? Because we need his skills to bomb Yakubu's plane to wherever. I kid, i kid. But that Yakubu cannot even show a sign of remorse because he was laughing after he had the greatest miss of the 2010 world cup.
Did anyone watch that Portugal-North Korea 7-0? That was pure comedy.
My Black stars are doing it big, so glad. Those GH players can hustle for ball tho, to the last second. Did someone peep Prince? I predicted that they were going to beat US 2-1 and they did. I have also predicted that they will make it to semi finals but not finals.
Keep blowing those Vuvuzuelas.

PS: I have a feeling that Sade will win the BET Best International Act. I'm not watching this year but I hope the show will be as memorable as last year's.

And this month is my Blogversary!!!

Yesterday was Father's day

2010-06-21T10:34:00.001-04:00

and all I could say was

'Happy Father's day, mom!'

It's been a while loves

2010-06-14T21:21:00.002-04:00

Yinkuslolo is in Nigeria and she has been having a swell time, no joke. Abuja is fantastic indeed. I did a couple of talks for the Water Awareness Project already and I went to the Plumbing market in Dei-dei today. It was raining, but still an interesting trip though. I met ~B~ of Butterfly, she's so adorable. We went to Drumstix and had an interesting lunch.

One other thing, Abuja's social scene is overwhelming. I'm meeting new people everyday and going to some new hotspot every wkend night. It's all good though and I'm loving it. I'm living in a 'girls pad' life in Abuja because my mum is home, in Europe and I have no vacant hosue in Abuja. Hopefully, I get to see my mum sometime soon.

I hope I make it down to Lagos and Obudu sometime, I really want to. Though, I don't know my way around Lag.

PS: This post is just an update. Basically, I'm loving it down here in Abj.

Wishing y'all a great summer.

10 Reasons to Hate the “Summer” in Nigeria

2010-05-31T19:23:00.000-04:00

10. Mud and puddles

9. Dust

8. Noise

7. Mosquitoes

6. Elephant grass

5. Houseflies

4. NTA news (cheeky cheeky) , not for me tho

3. NEPA

2. Expired imported apples

1. Heat

PS: credits to ktravula.com

10 Reasons to Love the 'Summer' in Nigeria Mon 31 May 2010
10 Reasons to Like the Next One Year Fri 30 Apr 2010
10 Reasons To Like the Last One Year Thu 29 Apr 2010

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too many things to love tho

Water awareness project 2010

2010-05-25T10:57:00.000-04:00

    From my recent posts, you will know that I am working towards a community-service project centered on water sanitation and personal hygiene. Thanks to America and my generous university, I was awarded a grant to sponsor my independent project, the reason behind this post's title. The first half of the project involves giving talks on water sanitation, conservation and personal hygiene in twenty schools. The latter half will involve installing a plastic water tank, using a rainwater catchment system, in a school in Mpape. Mpape, is a rural settlement 15 minutes from Maitama, with little or no access to portable water.
    I have some construction experience but I'm still looking for a volunteer(s) to assist with or partake in this project. I already know this project is going to be so much fun and beneficial. If you have some free time in June and July in Abuja, holla, yinkuslolo@gmail.com !! Even if you don't want to help but just meet-up/chit-chat, still contact me

    PS: I am sitting in Heathrow waiting for my flight to Abuja and I see a Nigerian jamming to a gigantic iPod because he is working around with an iPad. Jeez! I did not know people actually bought that gadget jajaja. I’m so glad to be going back to the motherland after a long time. I’ll put up this post, when I get to Abuja.
    On another note, I want to explore Abuja this summer, no joke. Suggestions for hotspots and hidden goodies are welcome.

Je t'embarasse.

Eminem Not Afraid-( Not Official Music Video)

2010-05-19T04:03:00.004-04:00

I'm one of Eminem's lovers. I don't know why but he gets me.

I'm not afraid to take a ....

Done with this semester. Can't believe that I'm halfway done with college. Summer can commence, jajajaja. Naija is not ready for Yinkuslolo.

ps: comments have been enabled, as usual

Inhale

2010-05-10T01:28:00.000-04:00

"...in the midst of organic chemistry, with its frightfully dull theoretical problems, and involved cases of isomerism and hydrocarbon radicals-the benzene ring, etc etc- I found myself so wretchedly bored that I positively could not study for more than fifteen minutes without acquiring an excruciating headache which prostrated ne completely for the test of the day."

-H. P. LOVECRAFT
I'm beasting for my organic chem finals.

In other news, guess whose environmental proposal was approved with sufficient grant?
ps. I purposely disallowed comments. Thanks for wishing me well. I'll be back with the details in a few days.

That Underwear game

2010-05-05T22:21:00.004-04:00

When it all comes down to it, you attract folks with your outerwear but nothing gets me like an A+ underwear game. I'm not talking about those who consciously match their bras and panties, it ain't all that maybe cos I don't do it.

My mother spends a great deal on underwear and that has made me to invest in my underwear collection too. Funny thing, 80% of the time, my mum gives underwear as presents. She must be the highest retail customer of Marks&Spencer Intimates.

Simple tips for the ladies, I may be biased.

Go for panties that don't show panty lines or pantyhem depressions, when you wear tight bottoms. Thongs are a safe bet. Sidenote: My friend told me that I should stop wearing thongs so often like a stripper, story!
Also, go for cotton underwear that will air to pass thru to your intimate skin. Silk may be sexy but the heat eh.
Please and please, sanitize/wash your bras. It is easy to neglect the bras and pay attn to only the underbottoms.
For the well-endowed sister, if your straps are gonna show in a sundress, pls watch that bra-strap size. Nothing gets me like seeing a 3cm bra-strap. I know it's a challange if u got 36DDs like me but there are some good bras with not-so-wide straps. They may come pricey, but I call it an investment.
If you're gonna wear that short freakum dress, pls make sure your panties/under-bottoms are close to your skin color. I don't appreciate being flashed pink panties on some ebony skin. Better still, wear some short tights underneath. I love/use my shapers to death.
Big-boobied sisters again. Don't wear undersized bras. No matter the size, e go dey for market.

As for the gents, just one rule.
Pls, have sparkly clean briefs underneath. Nothing turns me off as much has seeing a discoloured and possibly sweat-smelling boxers

Preferably white. ok, I lied. I loooovvvveee white briefs on bros.

Over to you guys, what makes an Underwear game A+? what are your undewear pet peeves?

Keep your Underwer game 100%, and what is under the underwear lol.

How much does this type of water tank cost in Nigeria?

2010-05-02T22:20:00.001-04:00

If you know the price of anyone of the tanks, please tell me the estimated price and the color from the picture.

I am not crazy, I'm trying to type up something but I really have no idea of how much water tanks cost in Nigeria. Google has not been helpful either.Help please

Community service project in Nigeria this summer?

2010-04-28T04:24:00.002-04:00

Remember when I blogged about being jobless, if I go to Naija this summer? Well, I guess I may not be anymore and it's not like I have gotten job or something but read on.

I spoke to someone in my school about funding an environmental project in Nigeria but I was late and the fund had ran out. Fortunately, I just got an email today that there may actually be some funding available.

NOW WHAT TO DO? WHAT TO DO?

I don't know how much is available but I am looking to do some community environmental-related project in or around Abuja?
Something like a built water tank, summer programs (which is not really practical)?
Basically something on a low budget of $3, 000 but with a long-lasting effect?
Time line: less or up to 2mths. Preferably 1mth.

Ideas please?!

I'm so glad that I may have a shot at giving back to my own motherland and make use of my summer time.

I can't mess with flaky people.

2010-04-15T01:16:00.001-04:00

'Flaky' here is restricted to the description, 'unreliable'.

It's just one of my pet peeves. Don't lead me on if you know that you will lift my hopes up and let them drop with a bang. This is not limited to relationships with the opposite sex but with friendships, actually.

I know that we can't keep to our word everytime or predict the future but there some decisions that should not be joked with. I'm not going to claim the title of the 'most reliable person' but I will not say yes to something that I don't want to do. Last spring break, I was meant to be at a friend's but she started being flaky about it. We had planned this like a semester ago and 2wks before spring break, she started talking in tongues. Long story short, I cancelled my air ticket and reserved another one for a back-up trip with some other friends, to the same city o_O. Till date, things are not like it used to be between us because she's so conscious(read: guilty) about stuff.

So, I can't mess with flaky pple and I like to plan ahead, trips et al. Ironically, I don't have a hot temper but I can't condone flaky pple. Like seriously. Ok. That's all about flaky shit.

I'm going to the Timaya concert in NY, this weekend. holla! That should be fun. Well, this is going to be my first Nigerian concert in the states. Is there anything that I should be beware of?

Je t'embrasse

*side-eye to all the actresses on Blogsville.* JAJAJA. So much drama on Blogsville. Y'all should co-author a 'Bad girls club of Blogsville' blog. I kid, I kid

Girl Crush: Janelle Monae

2010-04-07T20:21:00.001-04:00

Janelle Monae Tightrope ft. Big Boi
she’s just too...: "

I don't know how to say this but I just found a girl crush
Janelle Monae Tightrope ft. Big Boi

Obviously, Yinkuslolo doesn't know how to embed videos o_O

There is so much freedom in nudity

2010-04-03T14:26:00.004-04:00

I didn't forget that I had a blog, I only forgot that it was mine. There fore, I have the freedom to write whatever I wish.

I love myself best when Im naked. Matter of fact, I sleep only in my panties except when I have some company over. Don't ask me what type of company
I dance best in the shower, naked.
I take the best pictures of myself, naked.

Love is made best naked. ~~Fuck kinky.~~

I know that one of social norms in most parts of the world is that one should be clothed. Yet, acquiring clothes has become a huge part of our lives. what if I lived in a nudist society, where I everyone can see my love handles and perked 36DDs? Where I could see the stretch marks of the neighbor? The scars of the best actress? The tattoos on the lower back? The piercing in God-knows where?

Lemme live in a nudist society for a day?
Well, I already do when I sleep.

There is so much freedom in nudity.

PS: If anyone has or knows any medium-large sized e-stores, like big cartels and ish. Leave your links. ok and goodbye

What does community service mean in Nigeria?

2010-03-25T21:27:00.003-04:00

To an average Nigerian, what does community service mean? I'm not quite sure how many opportunities are available in Nigeria. Most of the volunteering opportunities that I found online are organized by foreigners and expensive too. Yes, you have to pay to volunteer. I'm kind of feeling disappointed that there are not a lot of home-based volunteer/teach-abroad programs.

If you know about any, pls send the info to my email, yinkuslolo@yahoo.com, or just leave a comment, with a link preferably.

You don't want me to write about undergraduate internship programs in Nigeria? I saw something about Shell somewhere but that's it. I learnt that Interniing during the summer in Naija is all about who you know.

Oh well, Yinkuslolo may go to Nigeria during the summer and I can't spend three months just eating suya and making free midnight calls. I gatta be busy.

Things that I'm willing to do
-Teach
-Volunteer
-Work in an office/hospital

For what in return?
For nothing really, a stipend will be desirable.

S'il vous plaît, Help a sister out. Bueno?!

Those with connections, *side eye to the rich pikins*, hook me up abeg.

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what is this? I hear that engaged Lance and Eva have called it quits. Damn, I loved their asses together. Too much hotness. *clutching my pearls as I realise lance is ~~up-for-grabs~~ single now* I didn't say nothing

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My mac is back, safe and sound. Going to back up my stuff asap, ie during the summer.

Let's make a sandwich.

2010-03-21T22:13:00.002-04:00

Where the hell did that fit into Gaga's telephone video? yes, I'll just come back from a 4wk-hiatus and complain about the eccentric lady's video. Just because something was done by Gaga doesn't mean that it should be applauded. After wasting my three good minutes, the audio was introduced and I was lost trying to follow the craze-line of the video. she could have made 4 diff vids from just that one, I'm talking about length-wise but storyline-wise. yet, I go to FB and I see statuses proclaiming the video as 'epic' and 'off the shizzle'. Yeye notu! pls, go and make a sandwich. Yes, that did not fit into my rant as much it did not fit into Gaga's video. It was nicely acted tho.

So, I got a Mac, when I came to college. 18 mths in, the damn thing crashed. I sent her to the Apple hospital but she's not back yet. I hope I don't lose all my docs cos I'm gonna die. literally. That being said, go back your sh*t up on the internet/hard-rive cos you never know how precious your essays, pictures, and other random files are until you lose them. using other folks' laptops has been so weird cos everyone customizes hir laptop functions to hir taste. I just cannot wait for my mac.

Well, I did not allow my mac's going into coma to make me sad before embarking on my 2-week spring brk. yes, two good weeks. I went to the DC-metro area and Los Angeles. Yo, the DC metro area is like Bollywood, lots of Indian folks and LA has a lot of Mexicans.They should just make Spanish an official language in Cali. LA was fun with the girls,so much talking and girl-to-girl drama. I can only take those girls in doses.

On another foot, The Game ( a show) is going to be back on BET this fall. Shit, I cannot wait. too much mehn, too much. Don't front, you know you like the show. If you've not watched it before, get on the first three seasons. that's like the best African-Ame TV series that I've ever watched.

I'll be back, *as I run to start my writing my Bio Lab report*

Jos on mind. Naija is almost 50 and there are still internal crises going on. A fool at 40 50 is a fool for....

Je t'embarasse.

sometimes, collegites go too hard

2010-02-21T12:56:00.013-05:00

so, this is becoming my chronicles of college space.

Last nite, we planned to go to a 'black' after-party. so, my housemate had some friends over. And they came drunk, but still in a good place. That afterparty was def gonna be popping. my housemate, Imma call her Shatta, and I had planned several things to go down at that party, moves, seduction, fooly et al. you get?

Then, we had to wait for two other friends. When they finally showed up, we were seven in number. We puffed and were about to hit the road. sweet, right?

Suddenly, one of the drunk girls started puking(vomiting) in the bathroom sink, then in the toilet bowl. shit! we were like does she wanna rest for like 10 mins but she was like she's fine, on y va. As we were about to leave again, she went back to puke. I was like wtf man! (in my mind). You will not believe that she went on puking for the next 3 hrs. She def had too much to drink, before coming over. That was how we missed the party and all other plans.

So, the night turned out far from expected. But damn, Shatta and I had some plansssss.

#onto.the.next.one

PS: spring break is in two wks time, and Yinkuslolo has nothing planned. but she def wants to hit the road. Cali on my mind. What y'all doing?

In case you were wondering, all these babes are Akata, well except me.

schiit! i love college

2010-02-15T01:49:00.005-05:00

This is a response to Suru's most recent post.

This is what I did from friday evening thru Sat nite.

Went to a gospel concert for 4hrs, then to a party at 12am, got my drank and dunce on till 2:30am, then went sledding down three diff hills from 3am till 430am. Woke up at 2pm and procastinated til 5pm.

Started prepping for another night out at 9pm. went to a spokenword+dance show at 1030pm, then to a black party from 12am til 2am. You know what goes down at black parties.

schiit! i love college.

Happy belated Val's wkend y'all.

Quick request: I want to get bold Afrocentric earrings online but I can't find any e-store. Send me links to any that you know.

visit/follow my photo blog, yinkuslolo.tumblr.com

and I love this chic's music. good nigerian r & b stuff

where teh fudge is my fone?

2010-02-10T03:50:00.008-05:00

so, my fone doubles as my alarm clock and my academic life DEPENDS on it. But I can't find it. I have to wake up for class in 4hrs (i.e. if my alarm rings some disturbing sense into my head). It's 4am now and if I dare sleep, I know I'll wake up at noon naturally. Hmmn, that wud be murder because I would have missed my first three different classes from 9-12.

Shit! I can't afford that because one of them is a compulsory review for an upcoming test.

I'm scared to sleep and too fatigued to continue studying. Oh no. where is my fone?!?!?! I dont even want my numbers, all I need is teh alarm.

I can't tell anyone to wake me up tomorrow, my housemates are snoring already. FML.

And yes, it's that serious.

P.S. Comments are disabled, effing rant.

update: I woke up at 1130am. missed the three classes and got an email about my missing fone at 1210pm. fml x2. but I'm glad I have my alarm clock back now.

My fine is $50.60?????

2010-02-06T19:55:00.001-05:00

I took this off another site. Its kind of fun and thought I would share. Turns out my fine is just 50.60!!!! What is yours??
You don't have to let us know what your answers are, just the total amount of your fine..

Smoked pot — $10
Did acid — $5
Ever had sex at church — $25
Woke up in the morning and did not know the person who was next to you — $40
Had sex with someone on MySpace — $25
Had sex for money — $100
Vandalized something — $20
Had sex on your parents’ bed — $10
Beat up someone — $20
Been jumped — $10
Crossed dressed — $10
Given money to stripper — $25
Been in love with a stripper — $20
Kissed some one who’s name you didn’t know — $0.10
Hit on some one of the same sex while at work — $15
Ever drive drunk — $20
Ever got drunk at work, or went to work while still drunk — $50
Used toys while having sex — $30
Got drunk, passed out and don’t remember the night before — $20
Went skinny dipping — $5
Had sex in a pool — $20
Kissed someone of the same sex — $10
Had sex with someone of the same sex — $20
Cheated on your significant other — $10
Masturbated — $10
Cheated on your significant other with their relative or close friend — $20
Done oral — $5
Got oral — $5
Done/got oral in a car while it was moving — $25
Stole something — $10
Had sex with someone in jail — $25
Made a nasty home video — $15
Had a threesome — $50
Had sex in the wild — $20
Been in the same room while someone was having sex — $25
Stole something worth over more than a hundred dollars — $20
Had sex with someone 10 years older — $20
Had sex with someone under 21 and you are over 27 — $25
Been in love with two people or more at the same time — $50
Said you love someone but didn’t mean it — $25
Went streaking — $5
Went streaking in broad daylight — $15
Been arrested — $5
Spent time in jail — $15
Peed in the pool — $0.50
Played spin the bottle — $5
Done something you regret — $20
Had sex with your best friend — $20
Had sex with someone you work with at work — $25
Had anal sex — $80
Lied to your mate — $5
Lied to your mate about the sex being good — $25

Have a great rest of the weekend.

WORK IT Tina Turner.

2010-01-26T22:48:00.003-05:00

WORK IT Anna Mae.: "

Anna Mae Bullock (b.k.a. Tina Turner) hit the Armani Prive Haute Couture fashion show during Paris Fashion Week yesterday. She’s 70 and still working it out.
The original Ms. Tina.

Ok Fierce Kitty Tina. Fun times with Armani couture.

Photos: WENN

WORK IT Anna Mae. is a post from: Young, Black, and Fabulous :: Spreading Fabulousness & Foolywang Since '05

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I want to look like this, in my own skin, when I'm 70. love it.

PS: My Photo Blog has been delivered. I'm still milking it. Check it out, Yinkuslolo Photography.

PPS: I'm mad this happened. Wtf, the ignorance of some folks is so annoying. At the end of it all, we Africans have to step up our game. Yes, that's what it comes down to.

Paris va etre desert

2010-01-16T19:05:00.001-05:00

Sorry, if you just got sold cos my French got better during my stay in Paris.

So, im currently in the plane flying home(Budapest) back from paris. There are only 11 passenger in this 150-seater plane. Is that a sign of the economic recession?

Onto correct gist, Paris is popping. Get the right host, goog company and there is shit to be done. I visited the eiffel tower, the louvre blah blah, got my nails done, and spoke bad French. I stayed with my friend and her folks try to speak English but it sounds funny cos it’s bad but comprehensible and whenever I speak French, they laugh at me also.

I realized that I’m not polite enough for the French. And this period is ’soldes’ ie is sales in France. Damn! every time I spoke to a salesperson there, they frowned or complained. My friend had to explain to them that I was not a good French speaker cos I didn’t add a superficial please, thank you and ’vous’. At the same time, the French can be polite but they are not necessarily respectful.

A few things that I noticed in Paris:

There is a metro station everywhere literally cos I never entered a bus all through my five-day stay but the metro and I went out like a delivery-guy. There are 14 different metro lines and the city is not like very huge.
There are orchestra bands/instrumentalists in almost every train station playing good music.
The French seem romantic but not PDA-ish (unlike Budapest folks) cos I saw quite a few folks with fresh bouquets on the train.
Cheese can never be too much. Dude! My friend organized a dinner and they were like 5 types of cheese and all other dairy ish

One of the trips I made, in Paris, was to the northern part, where there are major black/arab/other minorities neighborhoods and I fixed acrylic nails for the first time. I can't remove my contacts or type regularly now. Btw, the black French guys (and girls) are pretty good looking on the average. I pointed this out to my girlfriends, when I saw a ‘Derwin’ in The Game look-alike. Yum! Umm, did I just give away my type?

I def cannot do a description of my trip justice in my post but do go to Paris sometime. I am a fast-life but chill-mode kinda person and paris def has the I-want-to-live-here kinda feeling.

Oh, we’re preparing for descent now! This is a short flight. Will publish this post on ground.

Visit Paris sometime, s’il vous plait!

Title is from the tagline of an ad, all over Paris. I don't get it myself.

PS: my internet situation is still crappy, ill get on replying to comments soon.
PPS: I am starting another blog. Hint: that's why i have 'photo-less' posts

I may go in oh-Ten, let me start with Milano

2010-01-11T12:55:00.000-05:00

Happy New Year. Mine started on a blah note with expected annoying grades, the mum and me squabble, a fierce stomach upset. It’s gone uphill since then. I got a new blog layout. so, you're not on a wrong page.

unto better shit, i’ve been in Milano for a couple of days and the mum is sleeping away beside me zzzZZZ. It’s cool here. Not the I-will-like-to-live-here effect but I’ll-def-like-to-pass-thru-here again. The city so far has its posh side and razz realness. Its in fucking Italia anyway. sadly, the mediocre hotel I’m lodged at has a krackhead internet service. for 21st century’s sake, why shud the internet only open facebook and google for someone? I had to go to a cyber cafe to check up some stuff, for example my personal school email for 4.50 euros per hr, ie is like 6 dollars. i saved some 15 mins for tomorrow lol. Considering the fact that I understand some French and I’m ~~colonized by some pale folk~~ fluent in English, I’ve been able to navigate this perfecto-panini-aqua world, duh? My mum is still learning how to say ‘ciao’. pronounced ‘cha-wu’

Today, I went to Duomo, a tourist/commercial/massive center in Milano and I went to designer shops that I’ve only seen their products in Vogue, from Burberry’s to Louis Vuitton’s So, mum wanted to buy a bag and told a saleslady to keep it for her while we go check out something in another booth. before 10 mins, we came back and the bag was sold. My mum vexed but calmly pulled the race card. Shit was real lol. but now that i think of it, I had not seen any black in that huge convoluted mall. She ended up buying 3 bags. I don’t even know why. haha, she def wanted to show that African folks cop good stuffs too. I hope that was not her pt tho. I really wanted to enter a Louboutin shop and just ogle those pumps. Maybe if I went to the 4th floor. By the way, my fave shop for this break is Mango, used to be Zara. I can def walk in there confidently and buy something worth my kudi. Things are def expensive in Milano but if you know where to look, you’ll get some very good stuffs at affordable price. And folks here can druss, they can driss, they can dress!

In terms of demographics, Milano is diverse with black folks even coming up on their news lol and pple speaking diff languages around you. Y’all may not know that when I’m home in Budapest, I may not see any other black folk when I go out with even public transport. That place is effing transparent with only white folk. oh! mum just woke up. earlier today, I told her that Lagos may look like Milano in 2050 and she begged to differ cos some ridiculous ish cannot be undone in Gidi. We have to step up our game in Naija, for reals.

I was also in Rome for a few hrs and visited the Vatican City. In a few days, I’m off to Paris solo. I know someone thinks that Imma be on some Illuminati tracking tour soon. btw, why is jay Z getting pple on mad nerves with that his new vid.

Yup I’m on some real waka-dugbe before the craze of college starts.
So, on that note oh-Ten is gonna be a good year and I hope this post is actually published. Else, this hotel’s internet is ~~racist~~ selective.

in this year, I want to

Be successful with my undisclosed career project
Be productive with my photography-ego
Be more careful with my belongings
Find good balls
Use more water

Je t’embarasse

"You know that, I'll be coming home" (Bday special)

2009-12-17T00:55:00.009-05:00

I prefer

Sucking to Licking
Humor to Swag
Ketchup to Cheese
Firm buns to great racks
Chocolate to latte pigmentation
creamed Hausa accent to British'
Wine to Beer
Spooning to Grinding
Porn to CNN
Hookah to Pot
Sums to Papers
Eyeliner to Lipstick
Kunu to Smoothies
Flats to Heels
Sums to Papers
Body to Face
the Chase to the Kill
good loving to cash

So, I really should be studying but Im just out of that mood. My Bday is in 2days, the 19th, Sat. Im going home next week. I'm not excited for either. I intended posting this on my bday, but Imma be busting my ass for my Orgo final then. So, here is my Bday special, my preferences. very random cos I was studying and these were the first things that came to my mind, in that order.

The title is a line from John Legend's Coming Home.

I just realised that I want one of these badly lol. They are made by Z.

and Myne Whitman's e-Book, A Heart to Mend. Both for my break/bday.

Peace. Love. and Coconut.

"Birthday sex, Birthday Sex."

2009-12-01T04:00:00.006-05:00

Y'all be expecting read stuff about getting some action. holt! not yet, It's not yet my birthday yet.

But in 19 days, to be exact. yes, Dec 19th! bomp! womp! lomp! Coincidentally, Robby and I are birthday mates. Just putting it out there, in case you want to organize a party for us on FB, buy some stuffs from eBay, send us an eCard, and hug us thru skype.

This is going to be a legit year mark. Y'all know when your age grants you some statutory access, you be feeling fly. Lemme stop this round abt story, I dont know what this bday will look like. I dont have any expectations. Given it a serious thought and all I really want, besides the sentimental "Happy Birthday shout-outs", are
Good Loving. most importantly. (I don't mean BAMF stunts). I just want to chill and you know spend some QT with loved ones. Now, this is too much to ask for?

Adobe Photoshop for MAC. I need the App, for my hobby. (click on photos for more 411)

And a camera bag for my canon rebel T1i, which I just got.
This yr, I'll be jacking for my Orgo Exam final.
Last year, I was in air for the most part.
The year before that, I had >10 major college application essays, due the wk after. Explanatory.
And before that, I was in stuck in HS, prepping for another exam.

Btw, why is there a sketchy rumor about Yarddy being chronically ill? If the president is sick, how can the nation be healthy?

Je t'embarasse.
BAMF: Bad ass Mo^$^RFu*&(%^^$
QT: Quality Time

PS: My Text Size is off the hi-zack in this post, I don't have the patience to deal with Blogger's Editor. I tried and tried to no avail.

Tips

2009-11-23T23:50:00.005-05:00

If you go to eat in a restaurant (**haha**, my mumcee pronounces the word in French but with the Yoruba tone), in Yankee, you are expected to tip the waiter. That is to my knowledge.

I know not everyone will tip like a Johnny Depp, who tipped a waiter $4000.

If you tip at all, my point in question lies somewhere there. How much? Most restaurants recommend 15%, where I reside. When I'm in a restaurant with poor service, I'm like 'say who die?!?' Reason is that I'm a middle class student, I can't be tipping $3 for every $15 or so meal, every time. During breaks, I eat out a lot. In fact, I love to eat dishes, from different places. Any Sushi, Panini or Pad Thai grubbies in blogsville? Related randomisity, I organized a Food fair for the Intl Stud Assoc at my school, last Sat. So much food, from different parts of the world, was too busy to sample much tho.

Back to my tipping story, I pay for my eat-outs myself, most times. This one time, I went out with 4 other friends and we were billed ensemble. The waitress did not even ask if we wanted to pay separately. Anyway, you will not believe she indirectly told us to do the maths ie. calculate whose food costs so so and so. Escusez-moi? I expected her to apologise for not asking how we wanted to be billed and offer to sort out the bill. I was pissed seriously. And I bet she still expected to be tipped. After eating with delight, we started using the calculator in our phones to divide tax and ish. Trust American students, every man for his bill.

Another situation, that a friend told me about, was when she ate at a Thai restaurant and forgot to tip. One of the waitresses caught up with her and her friends to remind them to do so, out side the restaurant. Last time, I checked, tipping was recommended and not necessary. Am I right?

Maybe it is the Nigerian mentality in me but I think it is up to these restaurants to pay their workers well and not make customers feel guilty for not tipping. In Naija restaurants, with comparable standards, tipping is not a must but for sure, customers leave their bill payment balances(change) for the waiters, according to their own judgment.

One time, a friend decided to have a to-go at some place because she did not want to feel guilty for not tipping the waiter, if she ate in there.

Case in a nutshell, I'm just a middle class student, who likes to eat. I don't want any waiter to think that I'm miserly cos don't tip generously. I try.

PS: I am not referring to 5-star restaurants.

"Where is Leggy!?" I have the answer..read on

2009-11-16T16:09:00.009-05:00

I promise that this is not with relation to the recent and definitely, unwarranted dispute in blogsville.

If you try to go to Leggy's blog, you will get the 'the blog cannot be found' default. Actually, Leggy deleted her blog with the intention of coming back in 2010 because some non-blogsville folks, who found out her blog, were reading her supposed-anonymous posts. From the source, these non-bville residents think that she is writing stuff about them and she decided to go off-air for a while.

Well, the problem is that she is trying to recover her deleted blog acct and that has not been successful. She told me to ask If you know how to recover a recently ( less than 90 days), pls let her know and drop your suggestions for recovery.

Currently, she is back to her first url, http://leggy-freda.blogspot.com/

Je t'embarasse.

PS: Right know, all my tests have rendered my technologically-challenged. I have no ideas

Dating in College, potentially biased

2009-11-05T17:11:00.010-05:00

College here, refers to a typical undergraduate higher-institution. In my case, I go to a college, one that is effectively diverse ethnically yet a white-dominated university. Lemme stop at that demographic yarning.

If you're a regular reader of my blog, you may want to dust your memory on the liberalism-supposedly present in my school.

On monday afternoon, I was sitting in a library and the wall on the main floor is made of see-through glass. I was looking through the glass, when I saw 3 males and female run through the campus naked, like effin' stark naked in broad day light. I know you are wondering who they were. Some white cross country runners, they usually run naked laps but I did not know that they ran naked even in broad daylight, in this cold. Funny part of the story is that the naked runners stumbled upon a prospective students' tour that was being given at the same time. ha! This is the second time that I'm seeing naked folks run through campus.

On Wednesday, I took the same spot in the glass-walled library and I saw two squirrels gettin' at it on the curb outside. It was a the doggy style, then I was like that spot in the library is not healthy for me esp. if I've got limited time to study.

Onto the topic of this post, Dating in college, I have some observations.

Before I came to college, I was accustomed to the baby steps approach to dating between 16 - 22 yr olds. This may be as a result of the fact that I grew up in Nigeria.

Guy notices some babe
Guy chases the babe and gets her phone number by hook, book or crook
Keeps toasting her persistently and girl say no everytime
Girl succumbs to a date after 1 - 3mth, depends on how much the babe is feeling the guy
They get to know each other, all the hobbies, habits and stuff
Girl and boy keep playing cat and mouse for 3 more mths, then they make it official
Most times, the nookie is included after 6 mths, and their sexual compatibility is investigated/improved.

Now, in college, dating is done in reverse.

Drunk boy and girl meet at a party, during the weekend
They make out.
They meet at parties on the following weekends and hook up.
They keep doing the koko, not exclusively and find each other sexually-compatible
Then, they get to know each other, all the hobbies, habits and stuff by going out on dates
After 2 mths or so, they make it official

Now, I will not state my preference for the pattern that I like but the basis of my observation is that sexual compatibility seems to be the first criterion for dating anyone in my American college. On the other hand, sex is usually the last bus-stop on the to-do list in the typical Naija dating system.

One may criticise this college system of dating but I think that if sex is the pillar ( sometime, the purpose) of most relationships amongst 18 -22yr olds in college, then let the sexual compatibility be the initial criterion rather than beating around the bush.

You may beg to differ?

PS: miss natural, you wrote that I look familiar. from where? i may just know you. email me cos I can't comment on that post for some unknown reason.

DC chilling, Halloween and other stories (My first personal pics included)

2009-11-01T03:56:00.012-05:00

Sup fellow Blogsvillites?

I see some new bloggers popping, some have migrated to Twitter to discuss Blogsville and other issues, some funny/controversial/*^%? ones are acquiring a fan base, some females are chopping the hair off (including moi), some are still posting up poems (i dont read most them tho), some are just there, some are tryna get the Blogsville critic/judge title and some have gone MIA. Y'all know where you belong? How y'all been tho?

Mehn, Ms. Dufa's blog's playlist has been on, on my lappie, for the last 3 hrs. I'm feeling most of those jamz mehn. Like, my iTunes is becoming 2000 and late. Homegirl is busy jare. I was on Ms. Dufa's blog, after a long while today. PS: If I don't comment on your blog, trust me, I am in touch thru my Google Reader. if you don't use that ish, get on it. Google reader has been saving milions of my seconds of opening individual blogs.

So, how was my DC trip?
Last wkend was my fall break and I went PG chillin'. Good stuff mehn. But my 45 mins flight from JFK was unfortunately eventful. Fashi that side sha. I went shopping, chilling, went to DC's Chinatown branched to Smithsonian and saw the monument, White House, Air and Space Musuem. Basically, orisirisi avenues of American History. It was coincidentally Howard's Homecoming and before you ask I wasn't at any of them events but I went to Howard on Monday. That's the first HBCU, that I went visiting and guess what? I had to dress up because they dress-up to school at Howard. Say wetin happen! some folks at my school even go to class in their PJs mehn. Dressing is mainly for night time. But I wore my koi-koi oh cos I baffed up and my legs pain me tire that day. Howard has some strong hilly parts mehn. I met some folks there, cool Naija people feeling fresh, as expected. Some Howard infrastructures need to be renovated tho but I like the school. Even though, it's like the opposite of mine.

And then! I lost my Halloween virginity on Friday. Shit mehn. Kanye West was kicking it. For those that are not current, I was Kanye West (with boobs) and two of my friends were Taylor Swift and Beyonce. It was a long night jo. I'm not gonna dish out the long story but I recovered with 12 hrs of sleep.

And guess whataaaa! I'm posting pics. I have not posted pics of myself not because I don't want to identifed but I did not want to have a face to my blog-story. Anyway, due to popular demand, here are my Kanye pics. I didn't get the shutter glasses but I found that top in DC. I will like to warn you that on a regular day, I will not look like this. Well, I present to you Yinkuslolo, in her naked Kanye-ego. Dayum! I can't believe I'm not having some hawt [read: sexy] pic of my regular self up, as my first personal photo. whatevs mehn!

She's wearing a wig cos she's actually a brunette and I'm holding my shoe polish.
"Yo Taylor! I'm real happy for you and Imma let you finish

but Beyonce got the best video of all time!"

UPDATE: Pics have been removed.

PS: I usually have Orin by Adol on replay. I think the song is not popular and it's not really my in preffered genre but I have been feeling it for the last 6 wks. who else has?

Joke of the day.

2009-10-30T09:58:00.005-04:00

Catholics Four Catholic men and a Catholic woman were having coffee.

The first Catholic man tells his friends, "My son is a priest, when he walks into a room, everyone calls him 'Father'."

The second Catholic man chirps, "My son is a Bishop. When he walks into a room people call him 'Your Grace'...."

The third Catholic gent says, "My son is a Cardinal. When he enters a room everyone says 'Your Eminence'."

The fourth Catholic man says, "My son is the Pope. When he walks into a room people call him 'Your Holiness'."

Since the lone Catholic woman was sipping her coffee in silence, the four men give her a subtle, "Well....?"

She replies, "I have a daughter, slim, tall, 38D breasts, 24" waist, and 34" hips. When she walks into a room, people say, "Oh My God..."

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I smiled but didn't laff. Semi-gist abt my DC trip, coming soon.
How y'all been doing?

Random Quickie

2009-10-20T23:45:00.003-04:00

My fall break starts on Friday and I'm going to DC, for my first time. What's popping there? I guess I'll find out.

My friend and I were discussing Halloween costumes. She said she wants to be a bee. Then, I mistakenly heard Taylor Swift and she was like, 'Yeah, I can be taylor Swift'. From nowhere, I said, ' and I can be Kanye West.' That's going to be ridic. She's a brunnette but she's gonna buy a blonde wig, while I get some kicks and rock my big chop.

Oh yeah, I made a public debut of my short hair last Sat. Erryone was like, 'Rock it!' but I look so different. I also leveled the cut and it's almost molo. Honestly, I don't give a hoot about my looks these days. Popping lip rubs and lined-eyes help though.

The shape of my head cracks me up. Imagine, those wicked girls, back in high school, that used to call me big-head. Haha, big head ko, big head ni. I have just been adoring my sexy medulla.

New England suddenly fast forwarded to winter over the weekend. Where the eff did fall go to? Though, today was warm.

So, I gave the 'talk'

2009-10-17T19:14:00.015-04:00

It was basically about my transition to America(college really), as an African student. I didn't do the Nigerian culture ish and decided to present this sort of talk at the last min, actually 4 hrs before. Believe me, there was more to say.
This is not the exact version cos I added and omitted some stuff, while I talked. I wish I did better tho.

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**Speak some Yoruba…**

I just spoke an adage meaning (**insert here**) in a language that is not called Nigerian. And definitely not called African. It’s Yoruba.

I remember my 'Coming to America' like the last meal that I just ate. Every time I felt the plane descending, I thought the pilot was about to announce landing. I was anxious to step on the land that supposedly flows with milk, Mariah Careys, skyscrapers and honey. I was eager to touch the American soil. Yet, I arrived at the smaller-than-expected airport and came straight to the **insert school name here** bubble in a town in the middle of nowhere....otherwise known as amazing ***insert town here***

As a freshman, who had only seen the campus online, the college's beautiful, yet confusing, layout impressed me. I don’t have to emphasize how excited I was about the dryers until they shrunk my clothes or the way the butt-wetting automatic flush toilets in **campus center*** welcomed me. But the number of ‘how are u doing?s’, that I got per day was uncountable.

My presence in gatherings did not arouse any peculiar interest, besides my name badge with an 11-letter word, **guess unusual Yoruba name**. I had to explain the meaning and origin of my name, which actually means a full sentence, God surrounds me. Then, teach folks how to pronounce my name with the right intonation, until I gave up and accepted the anglo-phonetized version. In the process, I get the ‘You have an accent’, I tell folks that my accent is Nigerian. Then, the ‘Oh! You are African, what’s is that fluffy snack eaten in Angola?’ or ‘You speak English so well’ pops up.

Initially, I explained that because I am Nigerian, I am not meant to know stuff about other African countries like what people eat in Somali or smoke in Burkina Faso because Africa is some huge continent, bigger than Europe. I'm Nigerian, and I only speak one out of the 250 + languages we speak in Nigeria and English, which is my primary language. I have told people times without number that even though, I am considered an alien, visa-wise in the US, I have been speaking English all my life.

Overtime, I eventually ran out of patience for having to give what seemed like endless explanations. I became nettled and wondered why some people had a single story about Africa. The type of Africa depicted on TV, the primary source of global information. The Africa that has nothing worth publicizing other than starving children, endless wars, roaming lions and funny-sounding languages. But after spending sometime, I realized it is the single story, according to Chimamanda Adichie, that most of us have in mind that gives us a picture of a group of people. Unfortunately, this is true for africa. for me, it is not merely a single...." it is not merely a single story for a group of people from a country but a continent. It is not my fault that I initially thought going to New York guaranteed my seeing a celebrity. It is not my fault that I didn’t know the lower economic class also existed in America.

Whose fault is it? The informant, who omitted some information and repeated the preferred information that gives a false image. Or the informed, who fails to inquire?

Nonetheless, It's been a year and I'm still going strong. The American experience has been thoroughly entertaining. The cold during the winter is definitely incredible; I still look forward to shoving through the snow, touching it and checking the weather every 12 hrs. I still try to be politically correct, by **school's** standards, when I communicate with people. Don't forget that my mind is colonized by the British? Yet, I dwell in the African realm. I look forward to where my name is pronounced with the right intonation, when I can wear my regular trousers and take a siesta on the verandah in December.

I have left my beloved Nigeria for 18 months now. Yet, I think of ***school's name**, as aggressive, eclectic, motivating but I am amazed at how she wraps you in her energy, sexiness, openness and fun spitting expletives at all irrespective of color, gender and musical preference, a feature, sadly missing in many other places that I've been. ***words of F-Iyanda***

I’m glad that I came.

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Je t'embarrase

Help!

2009-10-14T12:51:00.004-04:00

Recently, I have been askin different questions. Blogsville residents are the best. I'm not done yet people. biko nu, help a sister out.

This friday, the [somewhat-inactive] African Stud. Assoc. in my school want to have a mini-show. So, Yinkuslolo has to do something. I will talk about the African student transition to an American university and talk about the Nigerian(read:African) experience.

Why? because I am funny, even unintentionally. I don't know the humor these folks see in me but imma do something anyway.

If you have anything to share, pls, leave a comment about it.

Anything like,

Myths about Nigerians?

You know you're African[/Nigerian], when you _____?

If you study in the US[or anywhere abroad], what are your [funny] transition memories/encounters.

Even a link to some online information will be appreciated.

This week is crajjeeee mehn, my Beast mode is in full swing definitely.

Help me with suggestions abeg! Thanx in adv.

Dilemma 2 (Hair) update - Imma let you finish

2009-10-11T02:40:00.010-04:00

But Yinkuslolo's chop is the best of '09 (did I hear Solange's?)!

I went for the big chop 3 hours ago.

Before, I had two hair textures. The last time that I got a perm was in March.

After the chop. I bet you're wondering what that eeny teeny beety is doing in front. If I decide to rock my cut, I want to have bangs in front. So, I can just straighten it, whenever I am ready to bare it open.

All those yeye chemicals in relaxers have given my treated hair a tint of purple/brown/whatever colour. I am not even sure, I may cut that front part off totally but I want the bangs tho. We'll see.

PS: Obviously, or if not, my friend used a pair of scissors for my cutting. Click on picture, for a better view.
Now, I have to just weave that front portion, don my hair piece and one of my problems is already solved.

je t'embarasse

Two huge Dilemmas

2009-10-09T16:53:00.007-04:00

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I plan my breaks, as far as three months ahead. Honestly, it's just because of flight costs.

But I have been debating where to spend my spring break. Seriously, I'm confused.

I already planned to go to Naija this December, cos Mumcee will be there too. Also, I get to see my friends and folks, I have missed them. I get to retain my sanity. Naija is really home to me.

But my mum can't make it again, she is staying home in Budapest. I really want to see her. Else, this long-distance mother-daughter relationship will loose its elasticity. I have only been home for 3 weeks, this year.

I can't go to both places. So I have to decide.

Pros of going to Naija:

I get to see friends and folks.
I will enjoy the tropical weather and dodge this punishment, called winter.
I will possibly go on a mini West-African tour.

Cons:

I will lose $2000+ of my money to the cheapest air service that I can find to spend just 3 weeks.
I will not see the most important, yet some-what absent, person in my life.

Pros of going home, Budapest:

I'll see the infamous MumCee
I will def go on a mini-European tour, if I can stay warm. I had better be warm ni.
By hook, crook, or book, I will book a cheap flight. Even if I have to stop over in the north pole.

Cons:

I will not see my friends, almost 2yrs now. I feel different from them.
I will die of cold. No kidding, Yankee is cold, but Hungary is freezing yo. Clear slippery ice is not the best thing to be walked upon

To be honest, runsing three continents is no joke, not even funny. Don't do it, the fun ends after the first round-about trip.

Where should I go?

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My hair!!!

I can't maintain my real hair. It's treated but due for relaxing. I see no point in paying someone $60 to do my hair, when I will still get a weave. Ajebo girls in my school know nada about making one's hair. Now, my hair is short, breaking, somewhat-unkempt and covered with my lace-front wig. When the winter comes, it will just break off totally.

Thus, I want to take the big chop this weekend and go natural. I may not even grow it out, just keep it low. The low-cut hair-do is low maintenance but I prefer the long hair length. I will still be wearing my orisirisi hair extensions/wigs/weaves.

I am not yet into the empowerment thing, when you take the big chop and go natural or otherwise.

I want to do it for the financial benefit and time-saving advantage.

The hair is not even growing so I will let it go.

So, what am I still waiting for? Damn, I don't wanna remember what I looked like when I was on low-cut, back in high school. not the best of my looks. What if I have to bare my real hair and not like my cut. Well, I am too occupied to enhance my facial looks and wear screaming jewelry for the sake of a low-cut.

This hair?

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Anyway, I have to finalise my winter break itinerary before I end up staying in Yankee, my loss.

I'm off to work. Oh! This is my first time at my second job, I'm an Events' Usher.

I still want to take bar-tending classes sometime though.

Ignore typos and any mistakes as usual, Yinkuslolo dislikes proof-reading.

Je t'embarasse.

If I am given the honor to choose the significant other

2009-10-07T01:07:00.007-04:00

1. He will most likely not be drop-dead gorgeous. Just the good skin and lean torso do it for me.

Ps. I like it a lil rough. Update: liking it rough, means a lil dent to facial features.

I def like it chocolatey.

2. He should have the thinking faculty of an adult. The immature mode of thinking kill it for me. On the other hand, I don't want an [emotional] professor. I want to grow with you intellectually. I may be ahead, but I am cool with that, if you're ready to learn.

3. He should know how to chase for a kill without playing games.

4. Catchy traits: Funny/tricky/competitive/artsy.

I am tired of folks asking me to directly, or even directly, describe my type. If this describes a type, here it is. Pls, no one should ask me again.

I am not digging.

I don't live by fixed rules.

Things happen.

"I'm a Fly-gerian..."

2009-10-06T00:07:00.008-04:00

If u're current on bville you wud have heard that I met Kemberly, for like 30 secs, at the Independence Day parade in NY. Unknown to me, Original Mgbeke was there too but I dint meet her tho.

Wow, I'm not gonna go into details about the parade. I ran into other people too. Mehn! Seeing so many Nigerian just felt strange. Bad cue! It's high I paid Naija a visit.

I got a legit flag too, a Naija groupie sticker, 2 shirts, fried snails and some yeye Palmwine.

Below are a few pictures of the bunch.

some damn snails, my fave seafood. I dint even care about the potential james and john in it. I took it home, cleaned and ate. yum!

These over-revealing attires. Trust me, they didn't look sexy, their supposed-goal.

I was standing behind the stage, the best angle that i could get. Thus, my pix position. Towards the ned of the show, my friends and I realised that we must have been caught on tape cos we were close to the stage with the cameras across. You can't eat your cake and have it huh?

These were some Calabar dancers. Good work!I don't know what ethnicity this is, but they did their thing too.
Later that night, I dint go to the after-party party for many reasons but mostly because I wanted to chill with my friend, who graded from my uni last year. Newyorkers! I give them the upper hand. We were out like 12:30am and the streets were as busy as Oshodi on Friday afternoon. I may be generalising but the only part of NewYork that end up going to errytime is Manhattan. That place is damn busy. The nocturnal rendez-vous are poppin' tho.

This guy below was dressed up as batman. You can pay him 2 bucks and take a pic with him. I am talking business on the streets at 1:00am here. He carried me but I dont have that pic on here. The guy, sorry Batman, is effing strong mehn.

In other randomness, Mumcee is just a funny someborri. She went to Naija and guess what she posted to me? Toothbrush! Like, this is the first thing she is posting to me, by her own instincts. Toothbrush! I was like this woman! but I appreciate it though. All the brushes, that I have come across in Yankee are soft. I like enhanced bristles. But this toothbrush she sent is too hard. Too hard, if it mistakenly brushes your skin, it can bruise you.

je t'embarasse

Beast mode!

2009-09-28T01:59:00.009-04:00

So! This wkend was sorta ideal to me.

Friday night, I chilled with my friends at a graduate student's house for 6.5 hrs. From making dinner, to baking the dessert, to playing cardgames, Kems( just like Naija's jackpot) and spoons (just like Naija's donkeyride). Funniest thing was that I chilled with my Calculus Instructor from last semester. This guy tried to give me tough time last semester. Not tryna make mouth or anything, but he made me pay extra attn to Maths for the first time in my life. Lmao! I used to think that Maths na beans. I still do, really. At the end of the day, he blamed it on my participation, when I thought I was a noise-maker in Maths class lol. I was still angry with him until I saw on Friday night and we became cool after hanging out for 6 hrs +. He is mad cool tho. Also, I learnt a card trick from a Maths PHD student. Rough cuteness oozing! (If you want more info on that description, holla!)

Saturday night, the party my student group planned sucked. =/ Up to the extent that I had to leave to go chill at another joint. Let's just say the other party I went to was on a mad roll. Gbedu express! 5 mins after I got there, Psafe came and there was a rumor that all under-21s should use the back door to escape. See folks rushing out like sardines. Trust college students, the party resumed after the drama.

This week, I have 3 major tests, 2 labs reports and other random assignments due. Ok!

This is why I annoyingly love college. So much work to do, I am not complaining again. I'll just do everything bumper-to-bumper and look forward to the weekend.

Oh yes! Yinkuslolo may be in New York, this coming wkend, for the famous Naija Independence Parade and orisirisi celebration. I have never attended. Who has? What happens? Who is going?

Ok, I never write about my wkends on here.

Good night y'all, I have 5 classes on Monday. Beast-mode, please!

Je t'embrasse

Pusher 101 - Open letter to my mother

2009-09-22T01:33:00.011-04:00

You are not the best mother in this world.

But you have brought out the best in me.

Your wavering maternal presence unleashed my independence prematurely.
Your mediocre culinary skills forced me into the kitchen, at age eight, to learn how to make that eforiro.
You drove by me, when I was talking to that boy. Even at age twelve, you trusted me. Maybe you didn't care. I thought you trusted me to not mess up. And I didn't.
I wanted to learn how to drive, at age sixteen. You let me learn with the car. The only car we had. The car I was ashamed of. I bashed it. The car looked worse. I learnt my lesson. You smiled.
Second year in college and you have not asked to see my grades. You taught me that my grades do you no good. Thus, I have never received a present for acing my classes, not even in elementary school.
I can't impress you, you exhaust me. Funny enough, you are my fuel.

Mummy,

I keep praying for your addiction to Sudoku to go away..
I am sorry for hitting you, when I sleep. I have told you times without number, to change the size of the bed. All my life, we've have shared the same room, same bed. Well, different beds but same size.
I hope you learn how to eat sushi, someday.
I don't want us to stop our periodic family gossip.
I want you to stop saying 'Mehn!'. It's my thing.
I look forward to the day, we will share stories about the 'boy department'.

I am not going to praise you but next time, I win 9 awards at the end of the school year, I want you to be proud of me. I doubt if that will ever happen again. You can, at least, come stand by me and not just clap in seat. That, I find it difficult to forgive you for.

I want to be a better mother to my kids. That's a feat.

Happy Birthday Mummy!

Temptation 104.....Liberalism supposedly

2009-09-18T23:50:00.010-04:00

I go to one of those extremely liberal American colleges. Views from the right are just as welcome, all for the sake of the proclaimed eclecticism.

Sex party

Think about that literally. That's the name of an annual party in my school. This year's sex party is tomorrow. It is attended in ready-to-get-kpanshed apparel. No kidding, babes go to V.Secrets to get all the lingerie and the guys, fo sho, go in hot bum shorts. If you still do not get, there is live-sex going on by attendees in the party. Sex! That's the theme, proclaiming the human sexuality. I dint go last year. This year, Yinkuslolo and a friend wanted to go see that the ish happens for real cos I know after college, where else will I get to see such party? but guess what? tickets are already sold out. Even the fake ones are elusive. Some students are bidding the hoarded tickets

Update: I got fake tickets. U get? Some students made fake tickets for the sex party. So, I gathered my babes, with the fake tickets of cos. Unfortunately, the frat, where the sex party was at, was already filled to capacity. Hahaha, those with even real tickets were still outside cos some fake ticket holders got inside already and took up room space. mehn! it was mad cold and most babes were just with bra and shorts, while some guys were with shorts, ties and maybe, handcuffs. orisirisi gears for sexing. Oh college!

Talking about parties, I have to plan a Uniform party for next weekend on behalf of my student group. A uniform party is simply a costume party, dressing up as whatever you desire, naughty maid, sexy nurse, hot CEO or Lady Gaga.

Gender-neutral bathrooms

Well, if you don't get, it means both sexes share the same bathroom space. There is no restroom specific to the Gents or Ladies.

A couple of minutes ago, I was trying to do number 2, to no avail. When I came out of the toilet stall, my homie, was shaving his goat-like strands and admiring his stubble. This guy lives next to me, actually we purposely live next together cos we're cool with each other like that asper friends. Now, we see each other in the bathroom, [read: in towels] all for the sake of the gender-neutral bathroom. Don't get me wrong. It's either you're excited that you will be seeing the opposite sex in your bathroom or you get offended. I'm cool with the ish yo! One of my homegirls is roommates[read: shares the room] with a guy. I don't know how they do it. Note: They are not going out. The roommate has a gf sef.

The other day, I was rushing into a toilet stall and bumped into a guy, The guy was pants down doing numero dos, I guess. I just quickly exchanged "sorry" apology with the guy "It is ok" reply and ran into the next empty stall. Still in shock, not like I saw anything, I uttered "God" and I'm sure the boy heard from his stall. He may pass me for some freak, not knowing that I say "God in place of "oh shit". Oops! Thou shall not say the name of the Lord in vain.

Sex magazine

There is an annual sex magazine in my school. I was going thru the past editions and saw some students pose nude[read: stark naked] for the magazine. The magazine also contains sexuality articles.

In the fall, the cross-country males' team run thru the freshman dorms naked.

Ok, these points are not the main reasons, why I think my school's liberalism is questionable. Part two post is on the way.

PS:

Some ish going on.

Last Saturday, Yinkuslolo tried a cigarette. She dint even choke. Someone implied that she smokes like an advanced beginner. She doesn't like the feeling in the cavities. So, it's not on the prospective habits' list. She even took a pic with the whiff/poke going off. [read: I was trying to do some Ambersome shot, like the one on the side tab of my blog] Pardon me! I think smoking socially [esp with a cigar] is classy. More explanation on smoking socially, if needed.

Hey! It's Friday night.

Looks like imma just chill with my French Sauvignon [weekend wine of choice] or jet out with the homie.

Y'all be thinking along the lines of good girl going bad. No worries pple, I do just wine and no wine-buddy in sight yet!

WTF?

2009-09-15T21:11:00.011-04:00

I can't understand this silent French movie

Organic chemistry is gonna kill my scholastic ego.

Mumcee is somewhere across the Pacific? I don't even know and I am tempted not to care.

Too much oestrogen flying everywhere but there is no XY-chromosomed being worthy of it? maybe, maybe not.

5 classes + 1 skill lesson.
2 jobs.
Anticipated year-long chemistry research.
Community service - hospital volunteerism.
Co-chair of school's international student organization.

and all I have done today is daydream.

fucking daydream bitch!

My cavities are sore but will be waterlogged at noon, tomorrow.

I want to cry but even my myopic eyes are dried.

I don't want to infect anyone with this undeserving sadness.

I want no sorries but solutions. Maybe I'm moving too fast.

I can't dare to slow down

Ps: sympathy's not needed. Thank you.

Temptation 103, S.E.X

2009-09-13T10:39:00.005-04:00

S.E.X!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This is no pseudo-orgasmic experience on a roller coaster or some kpanshing-deprived outburst.

I know Leggy and maybe other bloggers have been hovering around this virginity issue but I have been asked questions . I wonder whether people think I am a major in sex virginity.

I have some gfs, who are in a dilemma of leaving the not-yet-penetrated state and moving to the chooking level. Now the questions that are withholding virgins back, not from me but a third party.

'Hypothetically thinking as a virgin-girl'

Q:How much does this losing-your-virginity ish cost?
A: I need bville to help me out. Deflowering causes u a brief pain and sex is blissful, not always.

Q:Do our bros really care if they marry a virgin?
A: In this century, nobody buys a Ferrari without making sure the engine runs smoothly. But for reals, guys! Will you give more respect to your wife, if she's a virgin? Putting all the cultural obligations aside, we know no one is gonna do the red sheet-full keg or white sheet-half keg in this age wedding ritual.

Q: Our sexed sisters, do you regret loosing your virginity?
A: Bville help me out.

Q: If a girl is under 19 and she is determined to lose her virginity cos she thinks that is what is right for her, will you be in support?
A: Now, I have two answers because I am morally religiously obligated to proclaim sex-until-marriage but I also believe in doing what makes you happy, if you will not look like a mugu.

Q: Greatest question I keep thinking about: Is it advisable for two virgins to disvirgin each other?
A: Bville! That's why I'm asking you.

I hope bville sexed folks can help me out, so I can give more reasonable answers, when I'm consulted. And the non-yet-sexed folks too, your input is tangible.

It's important mehn. I go to college, at the end of almost every party, comes a newly-deflowered babe.

Update: From the comments, which I have read so far, it seems folks tag the maturity needed for losing ur virginity at a particular age. I mean, your reasoning does not really parallel with your age?

Je t'embarasse

Pictures for thought

2009-09-12T10:07:00.003-04:00

Regular Simpsons
Modified Simpsons for Angolan viewers

? Imagine ?Is Google racist? Don't bother searching, they have amended the suggestion. This pic is not for jokes

Disclaimer: This is not my creation, just a rib-cracking intention. If it struck a nerve, pele! It made me laff.

**he tsk he tsk he tsk** (me, laffing in French)

Case in Point....Friends

2009-09-08T20:05:00.007-04:00

Law 36: Disdain Things you cannot have.....

Back in Naija, I had many friends. I went to a boarding school, and I was like one of the 'majority'. I am tempted to compare getting friends then with shopping for clothes in Teju-Osho market. Some friends are on sale, some are in bend-down select, some are meant for you cos they fit you perfectly and some are difficult to get cos you have to bargain for you to come to terms. I was the girl that had many friends but no girlfriend wanted to become committed simply because I could go out of the gf r/ship and get new buddies asap even though I am not a huge socialite. Although, I never had such intentions. At the same time, I am not into the BFF thing like marrying a fellow girlfriend on facebook. If you're my friend, you will know. I can discuss the cute guy's torso with you but I may not kiss you in photos, when we go out and have a good time. I don't know if this ironic, but most convos with my close buddies start with insults.

For example,

Friend: Idiot!

Yinkuslolo: Cow! what have you been milking?

It's all love. Sadly, most of these close friends are in Nigeria.Sometimes, I feel like importing my friends from Nigeria. We don't really do the "I miss you" thing cos we are cocky like that.

Expectedly, when I came to Yankee, I had to start making friends from scratch. I kinda liked the process initially but I think I lost, even though I had so many acquaintances. Surprisingly, It came to a point, when I had to look for buddies for a Friday night. Clearer picture: There are only two Nigerians per se in my school. The kind of friends, I like, were lacking in my school. Maybe, I have not just found them. Maybe Yinkuslolo has a problem but it is definitely not social ineptitude. I have friends, who call me to come have a good time. But it is that 'good time' that I am not chill with.

I kind of have standards for a friend, if I am to decide. My kind of friends should simply be out-going, know what to say about the 'boys' and share a mutual sense of humor. Most importantly, you have to be of intellectual benefit. I don't really care about your being uber-smart or "Chanel Iman"-beautiful. Most times, other virtues matter the most.
Yinkuslolo likes to go out sober and not-high. Better still, I am too concerned about the unconsciousness of my actions, if I get drunk. Some of my college friends like to get high or wasted before going out. Neither do I have the patience to wait nor appreciate the somewhat-awkward moment as I watched them smoke a joint last Friday. Now I ask myself, should we really be friends? What positivity has the friendship brought about?
With regards to the above, I don't like pre-gaming with beer. But you can tease me with red wine and I am good to roll. Unfortunately, college kids do six-packs and I don't wanna feel too cool by bringing my own wine errytime, So, I just chill with the cranberry juice mixer.
I will not deceive myself. I prefer black friends. We just have more things to talk about. Whether it be the preferred party style or taste in guys. Most of my friends are black anyway though I have friends of random ethnicities. Jokes: A buddy told me that I now think like blonds cos I have too many non-black friends, according to my tagged facebook pictures.

One of my close friends last year, left the school and the friendship gradually ran its course before that. I realised that I really value friendships but not everyone gets my way of showing it. After that, I became friends with the 'cool' kids, who wanted to be friends with me.

This sophomore year, I have decided to be myself, to be comfortable in my social skin. Make new friends. Keep the old ones I like. Disdain the ones that prove too tough to keep.

Sometimes, you want some people to be your friends but they already have theirs. You don't need to compete with the other group of friends. Because your true friends will find you.

PS: Everybody is dropping bombs now oh.

Naeto-C has dropped the Ako mi ti Poju video. First thing that struck was the white chick. I don't have the energy to care.
Banky W also dropped the Strong Ting video. Twas a bomber. First thing that struck was the fact that the vid was shot in SA. Could it not have been shot in Naija? You may be thinking, 'the end justifies the means', I do too
And guess what? Lady effing Gaga dropped the Paparazzi video. Damn, my lovable bitch brought it on as expected. Mind you. That's some X-rates video.

PPS: Today was the first day of classes, and you already know who dozed off during the latter half of her first class this semester. That's like shet effing mehn! I am so embarrassed about my unexpected lackadaisical attitude. I rarely doze off in class and I never miss class except there is some serious kini. I had better get it together this semester.

Talking swagger, talking fashion...

2009-09-06T21:24:00.001-04:00

So, I was going thru the archive of swagger360.blogspot.com, one of my fave blogs, and I came across this. Unfortunately, according to my own judgement, this was not discussed

"I'm curious to hear what you and others think about those without the attitude or those without "swagger" since there is a distinction being made between the two. A lot of people these days are using the concept of swagger as an ideal to be achieved--something that makes you cool. In other words, if you don't have swagger then you're not cool. A lot of times, this is based on how a person looks or what a person wears. I guess what I'm trying to get people to think about is: what is REALLY cool? Is it really about wearing the "right" accessories and wearing clean shoes?"

I have found myself thinking along the same lines too.

One thing I know is that not everyone can be innovative fashion-wise. At least, I know I am not, at the mo. Almost everything I wear is an idea from someone. If I see someone with my body type or poise, I look for something admirable on them and try that style. Seeing that I can easily identify with the Beyonce-type body shape. I have been told so cos Bey is curvaceous. Lol, one of my girlfriends was like my bootay can work anything. haha. OK, check my twitter background on http://twitter.com/yinkuslolo. Na dem sabi

Although, I can be labeled fashion conscious. I like to know what's hip in so-so season. but I follow so many fashion blogs and call admire an Alexander Wang's or Balmain's. You will not see me in those though. Denims are my staple.

I went shopping last wkend, and I actually spent about 80% of my time in the Males' section, shopping for shirts. No, that's not a lesbo move. I am just feeling the shirt with leggings/tights movement lately.

What does swagger mean to you?
wearing what's cool? knowing how to dress?
adding 'swag' to ur screen name on any portal doesn't, for sure.

PS:
Orientation ends Monday,
orisirisi planning ends Monday. Yay!
Classes start Tuesday,
work starts Tuesday. Nay!
I want the transition to last forever.
I am not ready for a semester,
promised to be stricken with all-nighter-s.

Kreative Blogger Tag

2009-09-04T19:30:00.018-04:00

I was tagged by YNC, so I have to share seven facts about myself, in no particular order.

I love ~~food~~ seafood, especially snails that I prepare from scratch myself.
I sometimes come off as dumb purposely because my brain (not even my DDs) takes the better part of the attention.
I remember people's first and last names, of almost every ethnicity, even if I see them in print just once. I am not a stalker but I still remember the names of my primary six classmates.
I don't know how to appreciate things conventionally cos I am shy like that but I know how to pamper my beloveds.
I am a spontaneous romantic. You will not discover this side of me except you ~~crack~~ unleash it.
I don't like writing papers. I skim thru my posts rather than proof-read, which I do 2 days later. Walahi! I detest writing, other than blogging and chatting. I would rather write a 5-hr calculus exam than write a 2-page paper.
I have a wavering self-esteem and I loathe this virtue.

Now, I have something to refer to when I am asked to describe myself. Whoo! Describing one's self is no joke.

I tag my fellow bloggers. Una plenty.

PS: Blueprint 3 is on the way. A new obsession is on the way.

Shawty get it down.

Dad-Daddy go home

Venus vs Mars.

Feminism, sometimes an escape route

2009-09-02T13:12:00.005-04:00

Obviously, I have the X-X chromosome.

I am a feminist by expectation but a mere passive supporter of feminism by decision. Just to add a lil sum'in, I support masculism too. Well, to be clearer, I dont give a damn about Hilary Clinton being the first US president or Lady Gaga's right to discuss a pun-intended disco stick.

When everyone is tryna prove why men shud take up culinary duties, not only in Top Chef, I think of the way women use feminism as a form of armor. In order to make a simple presentation about breast implants, you have think about not triggering some feminism-induced nerve. Eff political correctness!Whenever person A tells me something along the lines of 'Girls! and petty things.' Yeah right, I am meant to put on my feminism armor and tell person A that that statement is sexist. Oh well, some ladies use that feminism response to make person A guilty. Well, I am sometimes person A. As a girl, I sometimes tell girls that we worry about petty things. Two generic online examples, facebook and blogger. Check your homepage, most facebook updates are often by females. And blogger! most posts, I am in position to declare them unwarranted for or ingenious, are authored by females. That's it, on the average, we females talk more. Thus, we tend to talk gibberish more. So, use the feminism armor for the right sexist defense. I don't appreciate using feminism as a coat of armor, when someone criticizes a girl about her benching 100lbs.

To be honest, I think feminism is the outcome of some women liberation. Feminism is important, especially in regions, where gender inequality has not been fully regarded.

PS: Just to reiterate, I am a passive feminist but I actively enjoy feminism's benefits. If I am given preference ~~frats'-entry wise~~ employment-wise, because I identify as a female, thank you. Yo, that's called affirmative action, right. hahaha.

No one claims to be fake

2009-08-28T20:08:00.015-04:00

I don't dislike fake people. If I know you are fake, I can totally be cool with it. You know what I dislike? The lack of your pride to uphold what you truly have. More importantly, the fact the world may not appreciate you for who you really are. Most times, it is that fact that leads fake people to the alter[/fake] egos that they create for themselves. On the other hand, I hail fake people. Like for real yo! (I'm gonna parahrase Rayo's words). It is somewhat difficult to be yourself, why make it harder by being someone else?
Juggling two facades of ur personality isn't the easiest thing. The only aspect of fakeness that I loathe is faking what you think. For example, knowing that A is wrong and telling someone that A is right.

Just to be clear,

I don't mind ladies wearing that so-called Brazilian weave. haha, everyone is entitled to being omni-beautiful.
I don't mind you going to the swimming pool for the sake of FaceBook
I don't mind ladies breathing in, so hard, cos of the much-coveted flat tummies in photos.
I don't mind guys taking pictures with random white chicks. yo! it's all good, if you think that is how to be diverse/exotic.
I don't mind your texting unnecessarily on the iPhone. Baby ko easy to acquire that gadget.
I don't mind your barely audible fake accent. It is your voice box and nostrils that you're straining.
I don't mind your carrying the faux leather bag imprinted with 'D&G' on it. yo! we all know the way to Chinatown.
I don't mind your being plastic. Almost everyone has got some sort of plastic, silicone, metal, silk, natural hair on/in their body.
Hell can freeze over and I would not care about your batting fake eyelashes like Tiny's.
I may not subscribe to your form of 'fakeness' but I know being fake is a lot of work.Don't just fake your opinion, that doesn't do it for me. If you want something, front moderately. Don't go out of your way to feel stupidly tech by ignoring that chat msg. If you think Sarah Palin is hot, believe it. Don't diss her cos almost everyone is. If you think Rita should have really won Koko Mansion, believe it. Some people, who talk shit about her, may not be able to form coherent msgs.

Next time, you say some one is fake or think you are soooooo real, we've all got some fakeness going on.

Just believe in what your 'brain' thinks, to say the least. That doesn't mean I would not rock a waist-high Spanx under that freakum dress.

Where do you draw the line between being fake and real?
Greasing that ashy knee?
Wearing gray non-recommended contacts?

PS: I recently quit blogsville gist 'co-authorship'. =/ It was fun digging out newbies tho. This next week will be hella busy cos it is Orientation period in my school and I am an Orientation Intern. oh well! This morning, I had to go to pick up some international kids from the airport. Time is just a bitchy constraint. I guess Ms.Dufa offered to take my place. Thanks miss. I'm glad! On that note, I do hope everyone is doing alright.

Be less foolish in a foolish town.

2009-08-24T20:27:00.025-04:00

We all know this is the back to school period and while everyone is shopping I'm being offered freebies jejely. I don't mean the Vibrating Phillips Sonicare Toothbrush in my bathroom case, or that sleek Fridge in my room besides other things...I am talking about the Logitech Subwoofer 5 component + 1 boom box speaker, a mere acquaintance offered me all at once. These speakers hasten my heartbeats.

I may have a not-so-straight way of thinking. For instance, I think the compassion you have for your enemies tells me about you than the compassion that you have for your enemies(Hi! Dan Brown). Point being that I don't think that the kids, who go to my college, are rich cos of the $50, 000+ school fees but the worth of the goods that they flippantly part with at the end of the semester.

My own [idea] freebies, few tho cos I'm thinkin' on the fly.

At this point, I think http://music.gidilounge.com/ is a blessing. Quote me, whenever!
If you buy anything online like me, from face Primer to groceries and even earrings, you may want to google the name of the 'store' or 'website' and the word, coupon. eg. Google "Urban Outfitters cosmetics coupon." I swear, generous coupons are online.
On that note, http://slickdeals.net/ is the headquarters of awoof.
The most annoying thing I buy with my money is water! I usually fill a bottle with water from home. Better still, ask for tap water with lemon. It is a rule that tap water must be filtered in restaurants (Hi! Katherine Heigl).
Fruits are cheaper and more hunger-quenching than snacks. College pikins in particular, take some fruits offered in the cafeteria

I just bought these posters(3 of the 5) for my room.

Get it girl! The innocence and the photographer are doing it for me.

The girl in la veste rouge looks like she is in a hurry. I like to work under pressure. In other words, procastination is my bitch. I wanna go to Paris, not badly tho, thinking of Thanksgiving break.

Decent. Black. Nude.

Je t'embarasse.

Temptation 102

2009-08-23T20:30:00.009-04:00

Specie of kissing in question?

Budapest: pussy pussy

I live in Budapest. I have been told that she is one of the most beautiful cities. I concur. To be frank, the city gets me sometimes. The usual hello/greeting is a type of kiss. BTW, kissing in Budapest is referred to as "Pussy". I know that triggers pun-intention alerts. It's like la bise, you know French style. But in Budapest, whenever you want to greet someone, you two hug and pussy 3 times, side-to-side.

Yankee here, there is the casual hug, which gets tighter with the attraction, no pussy involved. BTW, the last person I hugged last was Leggy. Haha, I don't get to hug many folks. But next week wud be colossal with many chests bumping into one another cos school resumes then. Wow, my DDs.

Lemme not digress. In Naija, I dont think the pussy is included in the greeting hug. When I hug you, I lip-read 'mwah/muah/mwuahhh'

Back to the Pussy in question!
If such is included in the Naija mode of greeting. I don't think it will be well handled cos the hug mode already has its quirks.
Will it be considered morally right and seductively safe?
(Ok, I think I can invent the use of that adverb)

In Budapest, I get somewhat confused, when I'm about to greet a Nigerian there. I think the pussy should be included and I don't wanna be forward cos I don't know the mode of greeting I should subscribe to.

Take it easy people, I don't know what pussy means to you. If u can pussy, maybe u can greet the Hungarian way trés bien.
Update: I am not sure Pussy is what Kiss is called in Magyar(Hungarian lang.) but the word sure sounds like pussy.

[On the fly], Queer sexual orientations,

2009-08-20T11:20:00.021-04:00

I dislike when folks support some act because they don't want to be odd for not supporting it. Better still, they support some act because they wanna blend in.

Why am I thinking in somewhat-written-gibberish, I mean why do some folks support queer sexual orientations because they think it is some effing hip openmindedness. That's my main point. If I decide to behave like a minion and seem not to be opinionated, oh snap! I will be doing my curious self some injustice.

I am not sure I'm right. I am not sure anyone is even right but I can point out some, who are wrong. Btw, I am not even using anyone as a point of contact, but I have been reading stances on Homosexuality and other queer sexual orientations lately.
Facts:

I cannot dislike/discriminate a queer-sexual, simply because I do not dislike/discriminate govt-fund embezzlers, kleptomaniacs....
I tolerate /interact with queer-sexual folks, as friends, co-workers ...
I have been to numerous LGBTQ info blahs
But I cannot support some queer sexual orientation because I want to be considered openminded and acknowledge some political correctness restriction.

In addition, as a Nigerian, I know queer sexual orientations are not acceptable in [conservative] Nigeria. It then perplexes me, when Nigeria-bred folks go abroad briefly or have some queer friends, and claim that they are in support of the queer community. Please do take a rethink, if you think it is kinda cute to be queer or if you think it is hip to think queer folks are not different. I have been forced to consider that some people accept the cause, to be a step on the Westernization ladder.

Just to be clear, I do not intend to control what people think. I am not judging cos I am yet to consider my religious obligation. If I delve into that, I would have substantial backup, that may lead me to considering the integrity of the religion. Snap! Back to the main gist.

Sometimes, I relate being queer with hurting someone. The way queer folks have the urges to fulfill their not-straight sexual desires is the same way some folks have the urge to strangle strangers. If this comparison is unbalanced, I know both sides share something mutual: the urges must not be fulfilled. There are mere urges, conquer them. I am tempted to prescribe shock therapy.

Plus, thanks to Sugabelly, she brought a fact, there is no natural human-body-part provision for homosexuals, to my knowledge.

Maybe, this post justifies my '?' status on Penelope's post, for now. I am not interested in debating this topic,

but eating my Thai Lemon Chicken with FriedRice for lunch.

Dusting the lenses

2009-08-15T16:36:00.007-04:00

Lenses! A pair of recommended eyeglasses lenses? Contact lenses? Camera lenses? ......

I started wearing glasses in high school. Oh my! I was glad to acquire a new 'tech' accessory but I didn't know something else came with the baggage. That something was a virtue, patience. I could only see the things within the focal length(?) of my glasses clearly. Sometimes, my frame slid down my nose bridge and I had to push it up. Sometimes, my glasses were dusty from accumulating particles on the screen. Particles, which I sometimes did not know about, blurred my vision. I could not go anywhere that required vision without my glasses, even in the dark. I felt my curious self became restricted. My glasses became a significant definition of my person .

This year, I discovered the world of contact lenses. I felt relieved that I had left the world of a fenced vision. I felt unlimited. My curiosity became fueled to beat the . But my glasses were gone. The only inanimate object that could curb my not-so-patient-self.

I delved into photography, in high school. I must add, as an amateur. To write a book in a chapter, I became the school's [unofficial] photographer['and something else']. Two months before graduating, I lost my camera. This year, I got another one, not with the intention of taking pictures of other people but to have a recent sassy FaceBook picture, truthfully.

Looking back at the days, when I lived behind the lenses [whether it be the eyeglasses' or the camera's], when something, inanimate, reined my view of the world, I miss those days. I do not intend to go back to the days of myeyeglasses because my curious self can't stand that patience anymore. I lust for the days of the camera's. Not the chic take-a-picture-of-me-pregaming-with-tequila camera cos I have one of those already. I want one that can take pictures; pictures that will give more meaning to stilled moment.

But which camera? I am not up-to-date with what is hip in photography. I need suggestions. I do not have a price range cos I am ready to save for it, if I have to. I do not mind the physical size. I only mind its ability to awaken my 'photographic spirit'. I need to dust my 'lenses'.

Camera suggestions? or any thing that will assist me with developing my photographic ego?
Merci à l'avance

PS: Muyiwa, author of People in the Limelight, interviewed me, my responses can be viewed here.

Accent....{self - case study}

2009-08-13T13:22:00.019-04:00

IMO, your accent contributes to your identity more than it does to any other thing/virtue.

Fact:

I have a Nigerian accent, not the 'concentrated' type that can be associated with a particular tribe but the bland 'Abuja-bred' type.

When I'm not in Nigeria, I have been confronted with the "I like your accent." statement
and I reply with the "It's Nigerian" line.
Sometimes, people ask "Where are you from? You have an accent", once I speak.
I reply, "I'm Nigerian. You have an accent too. Where are you from?"

My last response is only used to make someone aware that not because I don't speak like you means I have a strange accent. It seems the word, accent, now means a different way of speaking. Everyone has an accent, simply a manner of pronunciation. If I am to choose, I do not want adulterate my Nigerian accent and give in to the supposed American 'easy-on-the-ears' way of speaking.

When I went home, ie Budapest, last week, I was booking a cab, with an agency in the USA, via phone and my folks told me that I was using an American accent. Just in one year! I knew it was not American cos even some Americans do not understand me at first hearing, when I speak unconsciously with my Nigerian accent. My folks probably meant my way of speaking had changed.

After taking a self-check, I have come to the conclusion that when I'm communicating with non-Nigerian folks, I speak differently, consciously, dropping the Nigerian non-English phonetic sounds, and pronounce all words plainly. For instance, if you call my office phone, I will talk to you with a very plain English accent but I blow pidgin with my Nigerian accent, when on my mobile.

That plain accent has been labeled "American" by my Nigerian folks and "British" by some Americans. If I am to choose any top five preferred accents to have, the American accent will not even be included. I am far from interested in the American or some European country's accent.

This accent thing can become a 'phonetic war'. For example, when I speak French, I debate using the plain accent or Nigerian.

I just want to be understood faster.

Repping Naija Jamz

2009-08-11T12:55:00.033-04:00

Holla!

I am unapologetically big on Naija Pop. The 'Naija Jamz' Playlist on my iTouch is on shuffle/repeat, like right now at work. No matter where I am, ( I'm back to the US of A) I try my best to be current/critical/appreciative about what's popping in Naija. Scratch! I composed these stanzas after remixing MI and Naeto C's songs during my lunch break. Not remix per se, I added some jara and 'twisted' some lines, if you are familiar with MI's Safe, Teaser, Short Black Boy, Anoti and Naeto C's Ringtone and This is what I do.

PS: If you don't know MI, shegay!!! Something dey do that guy

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MI is not just chilling in my belly,
cos that is Naija Hip-Pop speaking.

That short black boy

makes me go loko,

when I listen to his voco.

Isn't that the koko?

.
Claiming to be looking for diva,

with some bakassi pennisula,

cos he is a cute bootay squeezer

Does he need someone's data?

Who is cool like a freezer

and can make you perspire,
like you on fire.

Look at her he-re.

Sit on her,

like you do on Naija's rap messiah,

and I dare you to delete her.

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Don't push my button,

Don't turn it on.

Cos I ain't got no ringtone.

.
Should I check up on you?
and put it on you.

Wetin I go do?

This is what I do.
Naeto Chukwu.

My Bonus/Jara/Fisi.

Effing Amber posing for Complex

Je t'embrasse

What will you think of a girl

2009-08-09T08:38:00.011-04:00

eating sushi with chopsticks and
browsing on a pink-covered(?) laptop,
in the middle of the eating area of the lounge in a huge terminal?

Keep in my mind that this girl is shy and has a somewhat huge nappy hair-do, that people stare at, without pretense.

Ok! The girl is Yinkuslolo, me. The Chinese woman sitting across me asked where I got my sushi from and I told her I bought it yesterday, not in this airport. Her half-Chinese daughter is saddened by this news because she wants sushi. The woman looks at my laptop, hair, sushi, chopsticks laid by the side and says,
"This tells me a lot about you."

I wonder what that meant to her, what do you think?
To describe further, I have a smoothie, a carry-on bag, 'neck-pillow' and nothing else striking other than my dark skin.

But I can't figure out what her statement means. Oh well, she just left.

Jobs!

2009-08-05T04:17:00.009-04:00

I just read Bubbles' most recent post.

A quote, that I am reacting to,
"Yesterday I went to the mall and the cab driver was a Nigerian. I felt very heartbroken... I mean come on.! It is obvious that he left Nigeria to find a better life in America but A TAXI DRIVER!! I can't seem to get my head around it." -Bubbles.

Many immigrants come to supposed greener pastures, the likes of the US of A, to find a better life. I bet that a majority of those immigrants do get a better life, and a better one for their folks that remain in their home countries.

As a cab driver, that guy makes money, like serious Dees. Even if the fare goes to the company directly first. I know cos I use cabs. My last cab-drive cost 25 Euros for a 30min ride, and the guys was still tipped . I am sure that guy[/cab driver] can still use his [meagre, if it is] salary to fend for his fam in Nigeria. He may not be able to do this in Nigeria, where he may be the driver of some Oga or do kabu-kabu business. Worst still, he may be unemployed. How far can his job/no-job earnings, if he remained in Nigeria, take him and his family?

My main reaction is with regards to the 'taxi driver'. That is a job, like a 'waiter', 'post office cashier', 'accountant', 'babysitter', 'stay at home dad' etc. The way some folks perceive/regard some jobs is demeaning. I understand the fact that people view certain jobs differently, mostly because of the mentality of the folks of a particularly region/country blah blah. As a Nigerian, who culturally identifies herself as Nigerian, I know the job titles, 'waitress', 'nanny', 'taxi driver', are not even considered/'discuss-able' by folks in the Nigerian middle-class. But as a Yankee student and someone who resides in Europe, I know those jobs are just like any other. It's the dignity, with which the job holder carries his/her self that matters, and the pay you derive from it that justifies your job.

The 'taxi driver' is a job. It may not be as desirable as 'the lawyer' but it is still a job. As a student, I work during the school year. I will label my job as 'the processor.' Well, it is a job, which I can do in Nigeria 'prestigiously' but I know some students, who are from the Nigerian middle/high class and still work in the cafeteria, as 'cleaners/servers/cooks' in their Yankee schools. Some Nigerian come to Yankee to work in seniors' nursing homes. They go to Nigeria and build houses with thier pay. My point with these students/Nigerians' examples is why they can't declare their jobs confidently, when they go back to their home countries.

'come on!' It's the job that provided that extra money for you to get into that club on April 20, paid for the dinner on that special date or paid your child's school fees back home. Why can't some people hold their heads up high and stand for what they do? or maybe it is because of the way you look at people, who have such jobs in Nigeria/whatever-your-home-country-is.

In addition, these jobs, which may not be as desirable as others, have to be done by someone. Working is a survival instinct. Whatever provides your rent/food is your armour.

Je t'embrasse

I dey house

2009-08-04T09:58:00.005-04:00

and event no dey finish. I am quite used to 10 hrs + flight. But there was some eff-up in my system and I barfed up during my second flight. Damn! I was kinda happy. Like, I have barfed up less than 5 times in life. That may be weird tho. I don't know how some folks force themselves to recurgitate, them try.

As for my surprise home visit, my mumcee's face was friggin' classic plus my Afro is doing some wonders. Fam-bonding can never be overrated. It feels good, when your mum tells you to make Eba and Okro for dinner and you grumble tho u still do ur best to make the soup as tasty as ever. Mumcee called me old-fashioned but now that I'm here with my afro. She was using style to beg me not to show up at her office with my hair-do. I don't blame her cos I have been creating some stare-traffic, anywhere I go. One photographer even booked me for a photoshoot tomorrow lol. I will go sha. Europeans can look oh.

The part of Europe, where I live, has two competitve trends: Chain-smoking and PDA(Public Display of Affection). Chain-smoking is an over-flogged issue but PDA chai. You will sit in a tram innocently and may be uncomfortable to look in any direction cos there is always a couple doing some mushy stuff. I am not against PDAs but I have a preferred limit: e.g peck and smile. But living here has made used to seeing a couple neck, peck, smooch......some folks may call that making out sef. I don't think that is morally right cos even younger teens do such. You don't want your kid to see a guy groping his babe's akara-sized butt. Well, it's better to love than hate, right?

Mehn! my own summer has started to kick off for real. U no wan try European gbedu lol. This my 3mth internship wants to take the better part of me. But na lie!

On that note, bloggin', per se, resumes next week cos there are 5 pple, 5 laptops and only one ethernet cable in my house. Thus, only one person can browse at a time. Imagine 5 grown-ups targeting one ethernet cable lol. Mad fun, I swear. It's better than having 5 cables and no action. Funny stuff is why no one wants to even take time to buy extra cables.

Vegetarian shoes

2009-07-29T16:13:00.015-04:00

Yday, I was shopping online for shoes. Not my usual flats or sneaks, I was looking for gladiators/wedges. No special occasion oh. I just want to parole the airport, looking fly this wkend. All na vanity sha, I hope I dont lose an ankle on those heels. I bet I will end up wearing flats tho.

Note: I dont wanna get some folks confused, I live somewhere in Europe but go to school in Yankee. (get the picture?)

Some of my ladies know that endless.com delivers shoes overnight for free. If you dint know, now u do. So homegirl was clicking and clicking. Lo and behold! What did I see? Vegetarian shoes! You had better be kidding me. So, I clicked and I saw some ugly-looking crocs that were outdated before the 90s in Naija. Can someone tell me why some yankee pple still rock crocs? The fact that there are Vegan shoes, ie shoes made from inorganic stuff. I am beginning to think vegan-optioned stuffs are overrated. PETA folks can't do me nothing.

Another type of shoes that have started making 'small-small' waves are Boot-bags or something like that. I think bag designers are running out of ideas.

Or maybe one celeb mistakenly took out her winter boot and used it as a clutch in the summer. Voila! a fashion statement was made.
When will ladies start wearing bags as shoes, belts that look like 3D glasses or earrings that look like stilettos?

PS: If you know Ade in So-You-Think-You-Can-Dance, give him some love pour moi. I do not vote but if I knew Janette would be sent home, I would have voted a 100 times for her.

Okay, I have to get back to DJing for my office. Sensual seduction is on play now.

Flashing on another level

2009-07-28T12:07:00.011-04:00

Last Wednesday, my mum called...scratch that! The woman flashed me. You get? She called me and allowed my fone to ring for a nanosecond. Thus, I did not have enough time to pick her call.
With courtesy, I called her back, not flashed. Remember my mumcee from her preservation skills.

Yinkuslolo: 'Sup? I just got a missed call from u.
Mum: Oh! I was just flashing you
Yinkuslolo: Haba, I'm at work oh. U this woman! How far?
Mum: I was just greeting you. I also flashed Ruka(my cousin) in Naija and she called me back, we talked for a while.
Yinkuslolo: Ha Mummy! You must have burned her credit and made her feel guilty that she did not pick your call
Mum: ****he ha he ha he ha**(she giggled)

Back in Naija, my high schl declared "GSMs" to be contrabands. Trust hardknock-life boarders, some babes still sneaked in fones. Yinkuslolo cud not afford the consequences of the authorities seizing her janded Nokia fone, so I dint take my fone to skul. Still, I wud borrow a mate's fone and flash my mumcee twice spontaneously. God Bless my mother! She always called me back, even if it's 3 in the AM.

Now, that I am in Yankee, she flashes me all the way from Europe, across the oceans, not even minding the time difference. I dont even know when to take her missed calls seriously. So, I flash her back. Lol! It's a game oh. When we get tired, we start talking for 10 mins+ about nothing to everything.

Presently, I am rocking a fro. A friend told me that I look like I just time-traveled from a disco club in the 80s. As you may guess, when Mumcee saw me virtually, she said that I look old-fashioned and started laffing at moi.

She doesn't know that I'm paying her/home a surprise visit this wkend. I am still thinking about making it a surprise cos some folks are like "Yinkuslolo! u want to make a 10 hr+ flight a surprise visit"

But, I no send. Imma surprise my mumcee's a$ and she will not be able to avoid me, walking around with her, with my old-fashioned hair-do. **muahahaha***

PS: New post on Blogsville Gist, check it out.

PPS: This is related to the post. Sometime two yrs ago, I was yarning with a Kings College(KC) ex-boy. We were talking about flashing. He told me that one boy in KC flashed his P-man, cos the former was 'broke' and all those boarding skul suffer-head ish. The father flashed him back. See embarassment cos there was a group of boys round, borrowing the same fone. Just remembered, I still laff at the story. ha!

Temptation 101

2009-07-26T20:00:00.008-04:00

As one, who went to an all girl's high school, I have faced the lesbian-tendency stereotype. such high schls are not as common in yankee and my college friends always gimme that side eye when I tell them I went to a women's boarding high schl for that marra. I'm not saying lesbo stuff doesnt happen in girls boarding skuls oh, but babes have to divert their emotions to the most proximate person. Even some bffs show too much suspicious love at times. For more declaration sef, I joined the "I went to an all girls' boarding high school, NO! I am not a lesbian" group on facebook. S'il vous plaît, I have nothing against same-sex sexual ish. I am not just subscriber.

U can now imagine, when I was applying to schls in Yankee, I included the best all-women's college, correct schl o. Infact, some folks already decided my fate and 'sexual future'. Well, I didnt go to the skul, despite the academic recognition of the skul sef.

Now, I watch most Tv shows off MegaVideo. Anyone who does can testify to the fact that some sultry-looking Asian girls always pop up, seducing viewers. That's temptation oh. Can't Megavideo, at least, include some guys? Jeez!

It's now the habit of numerous sites to be advertising singles in my supposed neighborhood, decoded from my IP's location. Based on the not-so-nuclear-looking babes I see in this area, those online singles must have fapped pics from Google. And there are numerous chics always sending me x-rated pic links located on Windows live, to my inbox. Abeg, I never grow 'junior' for under.

Plus, this summer is not helping. The hotter, the skimpier! See babes, walking around almost nakey. well! I have seen worse sha, considering the fact of the kind of high schl I attended.

Where are dem men?
*tsk tsk tsk stk*
(that's me laffing in Spanish)

Name's first letter meme

2009-07-24T10:20:00.010-04:00

Blogsville gist(click) is on fire now oh. Juiceegal and I are joining Sting to make Blosgville gist the hotspot/bustop. We are gonna be dropping some news bombs like they are hot. No dulling! If u wanna know what's popping in Blogsville, or if u are a self-declared or an unconfessed amebo drop by and u wud get the gist of other bloggers and even urself.

Now, to the agenda of my post>>
Basically, you answer the following questions using the first letter of your name. YNC tagged moi and omitted numero huit, so ask her what the missing question is.
Anywoos, I was trying to do it. It's been five minutes and my Y letter is giving me tough time to think of answers. I decided to f*ck it and leave some questions on unanswered, it's not my fault that my name starts with a Y, one of the letters pple fear abi dodge to use. I am feeling unique and sorta mumuish for not knowing these answers sha. I will update as they pop into my head.

1. What is your name? Yinkus (a cliché nickname for all YINKAs, dont call me Yinkus outside abeg...just j/k)
2. A four Letter Word: York
3. A boy's Name: Yemi
4. A girl's Name: Yashaman
5. An occupation: ?
6. A color: Yellow
7. Something you wear: ?
9. A food: ? (Damn, and I'm a food freak)
10. Something found in the bathroom: ?
11. A place: Yugoslavia
12. A reason for being late: Yesterday's Hangover
13. Something you shout: Yee kpa!
14. A movie title: ?
15. Something you drink: Yoghurt
16. A musical group: ?
17. An animal: ?
18. A street name: ?
19. A type of car: ?
20. The title of a song: “You are beautiful" by James Blunt

I tag:
Yemi David and
Vimbai cos I wanna see your creative answers with the letter 'V'.
Oh! and everyone reading this, I mean you! no be by force sha.

PS: Game freaks in da house! I was gearing up to buy an XBOX 360/PS 3 but I now want my laptop carriage flexibility. Sugabelly, that babe has fun time on her hands mehn. She is creating this koko mansion Sims thing. Check it out. I wanna get SIMS, for MAC oh. But I guess, the same Compact Disc works for both PCs and MACs right? I hope SIMS wud do me gud and be fun. The game wud take my time and I am prone to game-addiction oh. Shud I get it or not? why?

You can comment now!

2009-07-23T17:33:00.005-04:00

See me o, trying to pimp my blog and effing up my layout settings. Stupid, stupid pimping! Just becos I use a MAC, I have to edit the html of some jumbled code without instructions. Dude!

Sorry intended commenters, I am back jejely to my former simple layout. jeans template ko, lace template ni! *mtschewww*(I really hate the way pple hiss and write this down but Im in a bitter Italian mood) U can now go back to comment jare.

Fabulo-la, merci beaucoup! for pointing that out

What am I doing now:

Preparing to go squash some ball in the court

I am not a "loster"!

2009-07-23T11:11:00.012-04:00

The title line is culled from Don't Jealous Me's vocab. That guy! He be making me lose ribs just becos I crack up whenever I watch his youtube vids. If u know him in person, thru facebook or by some 'attache' link, give him some sucre pour moi.

So, why am I not a 'loster'? I just won my first ever/contest/raffle/draw. Actually, I won the access to reading Genevieve Magazines online, three solid editions. It's a sleek+chic Nigerian mag. I learnt about the online mag thing in Good Nigerian Girl's blog sometime ago. Blogging pays off too. It was not a draw per se, I was one of the first pple to enter the contest so I qualified automatically lol!
hahah, update: I am still reading the April's edition. MI stated in his interview that his biggest turn-on is "Bakassi Peninsula". So, my well-endowed sisters, that's your shot. Beware! He doesn't like Big Toes and Bad Attitude. So, pump ur behind, wear some toe-covering pumps/stilettos(if you have big toes) and behave. MI is yours. O.Y.O sha, MI no send me oh.

Back to the gist, I dont bother doing stuff, like awoof guessing/gambling games. Back in high school, if I dunno the answer to an option question (aka objective), I will most likely miss it. Na im, I bin dey jack hard that time plus essay questions (aka theory) used to save my ass. I just have to work for all or most of my winnings. I can't be a gambler.

In short, I think I am becoming a mag junkie. I dunno why Vogue magazine keeps sending me editions regularly, when I ddint subscribe. I hope those clowns ddint charge me sometime before. The Vogue magazines includes too many adverts and 'unwearable' modeled clothes to me. No be my type. I dunno what carried me to go and subscribe to Teen Vogue, Seventeen and freely subscribe to Maxim. Maxim of all mags! That's how the other day, I was 'gyming' and browsing one Maxim mag. One of my friends was just like "u're reading Maxim?" Na im, i kon check am well. Maxim is a male-targeted mag oh. No wonder the mag does not appeal to me.

Any hoos, I wanted to pimp my blog but I don't have the time to sample layouts yet. (Hey Robby, thanks for ur effort) Thus, I settled for this one. In honor of those numerous Jean clothing lying in my closet. Thruout last academic year, I realised that it was only 8 days that i ddint wear some Jean clothing. I have changed this summer sha. As per my last sensational post, this blog is very PG-13 oh. If u grab any pun-intention, blame your left hemisphere!

What am I doing now:
Listening to Wall to Wall by Chris Brown.
The guy just dropped a public apology vid to Rih-Rih.
Next thing, he would release an "I'm sorry" track in his next album and make money off it

::The amalgamation of Me + Moi + Emi::

Year Recap - 2011 Edition.

Learning to love God some more (and again).

Kay, another addition.

I am alive

I Thank God

Cannot wear my glasses anymore, without thinking of pee.

Amsterdam - The city of free (Pictures)

On Pole Dancing

Why wasn't I good enough?

Osama Live & Death? Nigerian version

Skin Deep

Boobs again! Inspired by 'Help save my mom' fund

Can you live in a 90sq feet apartment?

enjoy! British royalty and elites can be Facebook savvy?

Thoughts running through my mind while I was running through the park

Short Picture post - IFSA-Butler Weekend in Wales

Financial Bottleneck - Living in tight situations

Team Insomnia

Affirming my black identity in London?

So you think you know Yinkuslolo? Stylish and Versatile Blogger Award

Tinie Tempah - "Pass Out". My fave British jam.

Hi, from London

2010 recap. Happy New year!

How To Become A Star Style Blogger (spoof from refinery29.com)

Hold an ID, when you go out (at night) in Naija.

Thanksgiving

"I am a Nigerian" I was feeling motherland-sick, then I read this. :D

'For colored girls' an atypical review!

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Water awareness project 2010

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