Rite its somein ive always wondered and pondered about
Y do men gbolo?!!!
Definition of gbolo according to barefeet
Gbolo. Its wen a man is feeling relaxed and fiddles around with himself I don’t mean masturbate ooo ..tis totally different… gbolo for example is wen a guy is watchin tv and he has got an itch down there his hands go there to scratch his balls and for whatever reason they remain there and after theyre done they wryly or shyly smell their hands discreetly…gbolo sometimes includes feelin around on ur balls or just playing with ur hair…tangling and detangling it..(that me thinking of it in the best and most innocent notion kinda way ..ill like to hear wat the guys have to say about it?)
My people u might be thinking ow I take know I lived with my bro in naija and men its something I don’t understand. For sure I definitely know hes not masturbating but like smoking it keeps ur hands busy…. and on the other hand its called gbolo (an ondo state term) in English its called faffing about with ur bits down there.
Faffing according to wikidictionary
(British, slang) To waste time on an unproductive activity
on the flip side I told my bros that we girls we so don’t gbolo…and if we do its not to the extent that they do it I don’t evn know men…this convo is totally sounding wrong! point is if ure a male or female do u faff?
My answer
Barefeet – no I soo don’t gbolo..don’t see the point..if I need somein to do with my hands got my hubby..lol and if he aint there…comfort eating works..or a game of xbox
Sunday, 21 February 2010
Saturday, 20 February 2010
Happy new Yeh!
Happy new Year death!
Well where do I start
I started out on this blogging flogging and logging journey and its been a thot or series of thots on my mind …been tryin to talk about everythin else but this but I guess this is a tribute to nobody
I started writing my blog with the intention of mentionin this nobody but I thot as I carry on in life and get a fuller picture of this nobody ill let u guys in…but I still don’t have a full picture…sounds like im rattling yes cos im talking about somebody I haven’t a clue about!
My FATHER….(note not dad)
Goin back to series one of in the beginning he was the one I mentioned that came round evry now and then ( meanin I seen him approx 3 times in my whole life)
Well lets hit the nail on the head Hes DEAD
Got the news in January and I still cant compose a full sentence about this guy as I don’t even know much about him yet I have too many preconceived ideas about him that I could write a book about him
Things I know/ think I know about him
He was/is fair skinned
I look like him
Hes very tall
He was a lawyer
His dad is a justice
He had a stroke
He left my mum when he was needed most
He was a man of many words yet so few words wen asked a qs
His favourite phrase “ nothing special” i.e “y haven’t u called – nothing special…no reason
He never say bye before hanging up
He never knew my bday
Or he acted like he didn’t know or didn’t want to know
He had a stroke
Things I don’t know
Where he lived
His new wife
His children my step siblings (still trying to get used to that fact)
His age
His birthday
His thots
His personality
In other words I never knew much about this man yet spoke to him quite often on the fone …of which he never asked me much wenever he spoke to me ..his excuse there are things that are not to be spoken about on the fone wen we see thatll be better
He thot he had soo much time left although he suffered from paralysis due to the stroke
He showed so much care by callin me all the time yet soo little care wen it came to things that really mattered, like who I am ?…he never seemed to want to know anything about me ..he was quite content with the fact that he spoke to me on a regular basis that did it for him.
As u can see this is an absolute ramble which is quite annoyin for myself because these are the thots that are floating in my head
HOW CAN U HAVE A CHILD AND BE SO WILLING TO LET GO OF RESPONSIBILITY AND ALWAYS POSTPONE EVRYTHING THAT CONCERNS THAT CHILD ?
Ill continue this post later and promise itll be a lot more organised ….
Well where do I start
I started out on this blogging flogging and logging journey and its been a thot or series of thots on my mind …been tryin to talk about everythin else but this but I guess this is a tribute to nobody
I started writing my blog with the intention of mentionin this nobody but I thot as I carry on in life and get a fuller picture of this nobody ill let u guys in…but I still don’t have a full picture…sounds like im rattling yes cos im talking about somebody I haven’t a clue about!
My FATHER….(note not dad)
Goin back to series one of in the beginning he was the one I mentioned that came round evry now and then ( meanin I seen him approx 3 times in my whole life)
Well lets hit the nail on the head Hes DEAD
Got the news in January and I still cant compose a full sentence about this guy as I don’t even know much about him yet I have too many preconceived ideas about him that I could write a book about him
Things I know/ think I know about him
He was/is fair skinned
I look like him
Hes very tall
He was a lawyer
His dad is a justice
He had a stroke
He left my mum when he was needed most
He was a man of many words yet so few words wen asked a qs
His favourite phrase “ nothing special” i.e “y haven’t u called – nothing special…no reason
He never say bye before hanging up
He never knew my bday
Or he acted like he didn’t know or didn’t want to know
He had a stroke
Things I don’t know
Where he lived
His new wife
His children my step siblings (still trying to get used to that fact)
His age
His birthday
His thots
His personality
In other words I never knew much about this man yet spoke to him quite often on the fone …of which he never asked me much wenever he spoke to me ..his excuse there are things that are not to be spoken about on the fone wen we see thatll be better
He thot he had soo much time left although he suffered from paralysis due to the stroke
He showed so much care by callin me all the time yet soo little care wen it came to things that really mattered, like who I am ?…he never seemed to want to know anything about me ..he was quite content with the fact that he spoke to me on a regular basis that did it for him.
As u can see this is an absolute ramble which is quite annoyin for myself because these are the thots that are floating in my head
HOW CAN U HAVE A CHILD AND BE SO WILLING TO LET GO OF RESPONSIBILITY AND ALWAYS POSTPONE EVRYTHING THAT CONCERNS THAT CHILD ?
Ill continue this post later and promise itll be a lot more organised ….
Tuesday, 16 February 2010
my ideal proposal
Tis a sunny day as we prance around @ work
Emails pave our thoughts as pc’s quack
Then a text message telling me to pack
Toothbrush, passport, nothing more than a sack
Even more im not allowed to ask?
With the rhythm of my heart going faster
With my head thirsting for the answers
I do as I am told
Then another text
London heathrow 1900
I hop in a cab
Trying to look fab
Yet calm with a handkerchief to dab
Arrive at the airport in a splash
There he is the reason Im here
All over my face my thoughts are crystal clear
It was like a movie premiere
Dressed in a suit tapered with black silk
Black patent brogues to match
He definitely turned it up a notch
Held my hands his finger over my lips gestured that I shush…
Spun me around and I was blindfolded
Absolutely dumbfounded
I was led away till we got off the plane @ GIBRALTAR AIRPORT
Yes the famous GIBRALTAR
I thought to myself wow I definitely need this holiday!
He planted a kiss on my lips as he left me in the taxi
With wandering eyes I didn’t utter a word
I was driven to a destination unbeknown to me
Arrived at Catalan bay
Where the driver handed me a note
“Head to Caleta palace hotel”
Asked the driver for directions
Upon my arrival I saw the red carpet littered with rose petals
As I was met by a chariot to be whisked away
To the rock of Gibraltar as the next note said
As we halted at the base of the of the rock
Surrounded by the breathtaking sea
Once again with his back to me I saw the Gus he said
“ Take off ur shoes”
I looked around as he held my hand
The sunset
His perfume lingering in the wind
The comfort of his hands
He led me as we walked along the pathway
Till we reached the peak
I took a sneak look at what lay ahead
Table tapered with diamonds
Chair wired with roses
Traditional lanterns all the way from Nigeria
Hot-pounded yam with vegetable soup
Laced with smoked turkey
Lay on the table
We ate we drank we kissed and whilst he offered me
His tongue I felt a chill in my mouth
I withdrew to ask if he had just being to the tattoo parlour
For a piercing?
He ignored me even further
And beckoned for me to come closer
To be met by another kiss yet so passionate
And there it was a metal piece
The thought of it had me feeble kneed
The cool air of the sea
Was all I could feel
And there it was he knelt
Said the words and asked me to be his
And no one else’
There and then I knew
I will be his rock
Stronger and higher than
THE ROCK OF GIBRALTAR!
Friday, 5 February 2010
VAL 2010
Love ....
Tis defined by d moments we share
Like the swirlin of the wind
And the awakenin of the day
Tis fresh and cannot be quantified
tis wholesome yet fractioned
Tis tearful yet cheerful...
Love
tis d stacatto to ur stilettos
Offering its pleasures in little bursts
shhhh there may be silences
But making up is filled with brilliance
to my darling gus' val 2010
Tis defined by d moments we share
Like the swirlin of the wind
And the awakenin of the day
Tis fresh and cannot be quantified
tis wholesome yet fractioned
Tis tearful yet cheerful...
Love
tis d stacatto to ur stilettos
Offering its pleasures in little bursts
shhhh there may be silences
But making up is filled with brilliance
to my darling gus' val 2010
I NO GREE!
I don tire I no dey do born again
Im not waitin on my turn anymore
Im tired of saving money
Im tired of waitin for it to mount up
Im tired of watchin it rise and deflate like bubbles in water
Btw this was meant to be a funny post but it seemingly looks like a frustrated post..lol
Ill start again
Twas a sunny day woke up feeling really tired and lazy @ 6am
The night before was amazing as mi hubby showed me wat cloud 9 could feel like esp wen ure not in the mood for travelling..(Left to u to decode)
We put the baby to bed and we started on our journey at 8pm finished off @ about 9; 30pm (there were talking breaks inbtw abeg)
I totally crashed out till 6am this morning
Considering the fact I didn’t have dinner before setting out on my journey I was propa shattered
Moving on
Had to do the usual chores prayin…. Baby…. Bus…. work…
Now at work and its dead sunny outside haven’t got the slightest motivation to do anything so tired I almost feel pregnant…fingers crossed that’s not the case
Then I suddenly get vexed and said this constant chase for money sef I don tire
Come to work and get paid peanuts whilst when I do my personal business (party entertainer) I get the amount that I get paid for 2 days.
i.e I entertain a party for 2 hrs I get £150 whist at work that’s what I get to work 2 days from 9-5….
On the other hand in the name of Christianity I don’t even know what’s rite or wrong anyways wen it comes to the lottery?!
And then I said to myself na wetin I cant be good all my life
Be a virgin
Don’t tell lies
Try to be honest in all my doings
Don’t cheat on hubby
Don’t flirt with guys in the name of innocent fun
Na wetin at least if theres something that is mentioned that can be counted as bad depends on what part of the bible ure reading
It will be said that barefeet PLAYED THE LOTTERY
Isi gini YES I PLAYED THE LOTTERY TODAY!
Im tired of counting the pennies and if/ when I do win…
Hahhaaa ill give my tithe so that can be atonement for my lotterying/ loittering sin
If it is a sin…
I no gree again na only me go be born again ….see u on the winning side of lottery winners!
Wednesday, 3 February 2010
TALES OF A VIRGIN
TO BE OR NOT TO BE SEX BEFORE MARRIAGE...AGRO!
Alright me i talk for miself....was a virgin found it hard tried not to read all that mills and sex thingy cos it made me think of sex more often than i needed to. didnt let my ears listen to wat my friends had to say about sex cos i knew it wud make my heart ponder...i was also seen as that born again sis so i guess that helped cos they knew they shudnt approach me with such tales.
on the other hand wen i found the right one it was mega difficult and after a year of doin everythin else but sex..lol we cudnt hold on any longer and we did the act. was definitely overrated felt proud that it was him i finally gave my body to but then i felt from my experience of it...it really was so momentary that it cuda waited till marriage ..the orgasm or wateva u want to call it only lasts 5 mins and truth be told the more u do it the better u get at it..and after gettin married to him makin love(notice the differnce not sex) to him was definitely heightenin! compared to wen we werent married.
and then lastly the third stage as a virgin for me was finally realising i needed to get to a peak. there was pleasure from sex but then i took a step back and thot if he comes then surely a woman comes as well..i followed suite to find that place found it and it has been worth the wait the adventure the innocence of not knowing wat it felt like etc..my thing is if i had felt all of these before marriage i must be bored by now..so as i speak now its still a learnin journey gettin to understand wat he likes and i like wat gets us there...therefore the beauty is in the mystery of sex..not knowing it all before u find that special one!
thats my opinion ooo and its worked for me chao
Alright me i talk for miself....was a virgin found it hard tried not to read all that mills and sex thingy cos it made me think of sex more often than i needed to. didnt let my ears listen to wat my friends had to say about sex cos i knew it wud make my heart ponder...i was also seen as that born again sis so i guess that helped cos they knew they shudnt approach me with such tales.
on the other hand wen i found the right one it was mega difficult and after a year of doin everythin else but sex..lol we cudnt hold on any longer and we did the act. was definitely overrated felt proud that it was him i finally gave my body to but then i felt from my experience of it...it really was so momentary that it cuda waited till marriage ..the orgasm or wateva u want to call it only lasts 5 mins and truth be told the more u do it the better u get at it..and after gettin married to him makin love(notice the differnce not sex) to him was definitely heightenin! compared to wen we werent married.
and then lastly the third stage as a virgin for me was finally realising i needed to get to a peak. there was pleasure from sex but then i took a step back and thot if he comes then surely a woman comes as well..i followed suite to find that place found it and it has been worth the wait the adventure the innocence of not knowing wat it felt like etc..my thing is if i had felt all of these before marriage i must be bored by now..so as i speak now its still a learnin journey gettin to understand wat he likes and i like wat gets us there...therefore the beauty is in the mystery of sex..not knowing it all before u find that special one!
thats my opinion ooo and its worked for me chao
Friday, 29 January 2010
AFIN
See me see wonders ooo as my naija peeps wud say or rather see me see afin! Meaning an albino...ok here goes
I went to school at festac..not goin to name d school for anonymous reasons. And there was this afin guy we always made fun of. As usual whilst he walks past u'd shout AFIN!...u can call it bullyin or wateva u like but the point is if u were an albino in nigeria damn ud be hit with the teasing and ull have to deal with it..ill like to think an afin is the same as someone called ginger..in d western world because of the way they look.
So as i browsed on my facebook page there he was Emeka in a nicely cut black suit taped with satin on the edges, a dark green shirt with high rise collars and a thin black tie to match and he looked ginger!..about an acceptable ginger complexion. All this na grammar he was lookin tite....and im like is this afin...see me see afin...and then i thot to myself if i saw him now and he asked me out i wuda said yes...not cos i like him but now all of a sudden this afin is acceptable as a bf...interesting...all im sayin is its either of two things the western world has made me feel ginger or afin is acceptable and im sure if i was still in naija it will be uunacceptable!
I went to school at festac..not goin to name d school for anonymous reasons. And there was this afin guy we always made fun of. As usual whilst he walks past u'd shout AFIN!...u can call it bullyin or wateva u like but the point is if u were an albino in nigeria damn ud be hit with the teasing and ull have to deal with it..ill like to think an afin is the same as someone called ginger..in d western world because of the way they look.
So as i browsed on my facebook page there he was Emeka in a nicely cut black suit taped with satin on the edges, a dark green shirt with high rise collars and a thin black tie to match and he looked ginger!..about an acceptable ginger complexion. All this na grammar he was lookin tite....and im like is this afin...see me see afin...and then i thot to myself if i saw him now and he asked me out i wuda said yes...not cos i like him but now all of a sudden this afin is acceptable as a bf...interesting...all im sayin is its either of two things the western world has made me feel ginger or afin is acceptable and im sure if i was still in naija it will be uunacceptable!
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