Pieces of me 3

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HIS LITTLE FINGER

He has me in palpitations.
My heart!
It jumps for joy at the thought of him.
At the sight of him,
It becomes a puddle of warm ecstatic goo.

The caress of a cool breeze…
The makings of love…
Forged in the most enduring of all…
And when he deigns to speak…
It becomes as tho I am floating in the clouds.

Like a school girl,
Experiencing love for the first time,
I thumb our correspondence…
Every chance I get.
The sweetness!

Wrapped around his little finger,
How could any man,
Invite a heady rush of flutters…
This much warmth…
Love… Always.

He has blessed me I find,
With a perpetual state of happiness…
A smile on my face even at the oddest of times…
And I think to myself,
I must  look the happy fool to all else.

Love faithful…
Love true…
Love enduring…
This love, our love…
Never to be compared to fools gold.

Princess Onome.

When you love someone…not just love, but are in love with this person who loves you in return, its the best feeling ever. Shared hopes, shared dreams and the promise of a friend for always… He is most handsome and incredibly intelligent. This I wrote for the one man (not quite a man yet) in my life who makes me feel like love makes all possible. My baby cousin Chimadigiemejom Wogu, the cutest baby boy ever. I love you sweetie, now and always. I can hardly wait to have mine. Well…future husband, hurry up and find me already, been waiting on you. *wink! *kisses.

Pieces of me 2

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THE PACT

They were there…
They were there at eventide.
Snarls on their faces…
Daggers drawn…
Demanding retribution for one of their own…
They were there.

In my minds eye…
I remember saying,
My friendship you can have…
My ears you may consort with;
As my lips will keep your confidence.
My mind you may occupy but my heart?

My heart is not on the table.
For I have long since tired of it,
Being moved around same as a chess piece.
I have recently tasted freedom;
True freedom though it be laced with vinegar,
Freedom nonetheless.

My heart is mine to have,
To hold and mine to give.
I simply wish for to give it aright,
The next time it is given
And not to see it crushed by an ego,
Bloated with some overestimated sense of self worth.

Therefore, to them I say,
Hold your court, seek counsel one of another.
For in that will I find vindication.
In that will it be made clear my stand.
The stand I declared at the start; as I had no wish to rescind.
My stand since the crack of dawn.

Princess Onome.

Written 3days ago as I lay in bed sometime around 11: 46pm GMT thinking on everything and anything.

Pieces of me

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image They say poems are begotten from inspirations… The Viktor and Rolf Spring 2015 Couture collection provides me with a canvas for my writing. This is my first poem after a 5+years break…i’m happy to write again. It’s sad that I stopped writing because I always ended up leaving pieces of me in my writings. I still do but what makes it sad is that I was in an emotionally bad place and writing poems became a rather sad experience for me. It’s sweet how happy thoughts are gradually helping me come out from my shell again. I wear my heart on my sleeves and it doesn’t matter to me. I wrote this a few hours ago today and I’m happy to write again.

Foodie Like Me

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Like the average person, I love food. I don’t like to cook but I enjoy the process each time I do. Its so much fun cooking. I love the alchemy of food, the colours, the flavors, the textures…so, I am very experimental with food. I mix and match.

Here, i have moi-moi or bean cake…a Nigerian dish and fruit/veggie salad, strawberry flavoured fruit jello and a yummy cocktail. The moi-moi (bean cake) has bits of fish, mushroom, meat and prawn in it. Its spicy and absolutely flavourful. The salad dressed with a sweet French dressing, cools down the “spiciness” of the bean cake and adds crunch to it.

Moi-moi, the way I make it at least, is bean paste mixed with tomato sauce and stir fried onions, pepper, fish, meat, prawn, mushrooms or any other filling which is then seasoned to taste. This tasty mix is scooped into plastic cups, foil plates or broad leaves…which i have no idea how to use, and steamed for an hour and a half. Voilà!

Foodie Like Me

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Like the average person, I love food. I don’t like to cook but I enjoy the process each time I do. Its so much fun cooking. I love the alchemy of food, the colours, the flavors, the textures…so, I am very experimental with food. I mix and match.
Here, i have moi-moi (bean cake)…which is a Nigerian dish and fruit/veggie salad, strawberry flavoured fruit jello and a yummy cocktail.

Meet Maggie. She makes her own clothes.

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During my recent foray into wardrobe minimalism and a general engagement on the philosophy of what to wear and where to find it, I’ve been thinking a lot about buying well-made clothes. And well made in two senses: made with a high degree quality and made in an ethical and socially responsible way. I’d love to jump off the fast fashion train entirely, but let me tell you, it is hard to find affordable, ethically made garments. If you get tired of searching, you could be like my friend Maggie, who just makes her own clothes.

Yes! She makes her own clothes. Even though I was homeschooled, I cannot even imagine attempting the same. But I find her endeavor so inspiring, and I wanted to sit down with her and talk about her lifestyle of dressing herself in handmade garments.

Interview with Maggie Stein, Who Makes Her Own…

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A Passage In My Labyrinth 1

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dysmenorrhea is a condition a lot of women have to deal with. It comes with varying degrees of pain. My periods started out painless and blissful. I’ve had to switch pain medications over the years. I start taking a medication and after a while, my body builds a tolerance to it and I’d have to take a different one. The last meds were ibuprofen and it was good for a while until it started shutting off my periods. I would take ibuprofen when the pain becomes unbearable and by the next day, my period is completely stopped even when I still have some days to go.
I was advised to stop all use of medication and “soldier” through it. Now, I use a cold compress when I can and that’s it. Very recently, in the midst of all the abdominal and lower back pain, I decided to drink some herbal (moringa) tea that I like and I noticed it helped with the pain. The quirky part is that the next day, I had another cup of tea and that was when I noticed my flow gradually thinning out and so, I stopped with the tea.
Sometimes people say things like “Why don’t you just have babies?” and “It’ll get better when you start having children.” Do I really have to have babies to get all this sorted out? Because that would mean getting pregnant every year so I don’t have to deal with this…very funny. My mum had it worse than I when she was younger and it got better after she had us so maybe I should consider the babies but I’ll wait.
I guess the monthly abdominal pain which most of the time feels like I’m being stabbed repeated in the abdomen with a dull knife, the lower back pain and sometimes migraine are not so bad compared to what some other women have to go through. I look at my mum and I know that mine will not go on forever. it will get better at some point.

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