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My post today is dedicated to Madam Sheila Solarin, the co-founder of my Alma mater (Mayflower School, Ikenne), who died at 88 on Sunday the 21st, 2012. She was humble kind and soothing. She was a great woman and a mother to all.

I remember taking essay lessons with her on weekends even when Rosa (her dog) might always get in the way. Today, I can proudly say I've been taught by the best English teacher ever. And like Corin (her daughter) said, "I cannot summarize her life and times in words. She was a good, kind-hearted and humane personality." 

May her soul rest in peace.












We'll miss you, Ma. Farewell!
***Ogunnupebi Oluwadamilola, S/N 15959, G4up, SS3 Brown***
Proud!!!


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....Almost all of them (even all of them sef) kept pining and going on about the fact that I was a rare beauty.
And how they'll be honored to hold my hands in public.
To shake me,
Or even talk to me.
Trust me, I tried convincing them I was just like them;
They just wouldn't believe me.
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One of them -- *Dexter -- even wrote me two whole poems!
Could you imagine?
That was sweet;
I loved poems; and he had found out somehow,
But it was just filled with the same old stories from *Dylan, *Ryan,*Brian and the rest.
It was overwhelming.



I decided to just wait.
I took sometime to think on how to go on this journey.
I had to;
It was the only part of my life where I shared and expressed feelings with someone else.
And that department needed organizing.
It needed some amount of focus.
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I had resolved to look for "different" instead of "perfect".
Perfect was boring.
I had finally found my own way, and had decided my "preference".
I just waited;
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I blocked my ears from the overwhelming stories and their tellers.
I was calm.
Told myself not to try rushing.
That it was going to be alright.
That I would do just fine.
Afterall, if I didn't console myself,
Who would?
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Then, just like finding water in a desert,
I found him.
He was himself.
Calm and hilarious at the same time.
He had numerous other reasons for wanting to be with me.
He was a thinker.
A natural.
His creator was his highest concern; just like me.
He wasn't a bore like I was.
I always looked forward to talking with him.
We had meaningful and productive conversations.
We flowed.
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He wasn't all I wanted;
Which made him all I needed.
Still, I had found him.
I was more than happy.
But I always had it at the back of my mind that two things could happen to a relationship;
It either ended after some time,
Or it lasted forever.
For now I didn't care which of them was going to happen to mine.
Till whenever;
I was going to enjoy it and be just glad.



With this special discovery, I had conquered all my worries.
I had found my different.
My perfect.
I had found *Joey.
I had found my me.
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P.S -- Asterisked names are fictitious. they are not related to anyone in particular.
I know I haven't been on here in a while....So sorry. Will try as much as possible to be here! I hope you enjoy this.....
Love!
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I had waited long enough for "a reason to be with someone",
I had finally found a reason to (or I thought I did).
Then again, I realized I had only found a "reason to be with someone",
Not a "reason for picking a person" or even think about it.
Now I'm back where I started.
Having determined the reason I should be in a relationship,
I waited endlessly for that one person.
It seemed to be taking a lifetime, but then,
I still consoled myself that sometimes being single frees you of some "worries".


I'm who people will get surprised at, when they hear I'm single;
These same people never cared to think of what went through my mind when they mentioned that or expressed their surprise(s).
Even my parents were beginning to think I had no "ori oko" (husband's head), *lol*
Little did they know that I had become skeptical when it came to choosing that "bobo".
A girl has preferences, you know...:)
My cousins and part of my extended family didn't even bother to wonder why I never talk about the other sex;
They already had it registered in their minds that I had a lot of them at my beck and call.
Of course I did;
But I'm a keeper, not a user.


And yes, I do have a name: DEANNA BABARINDE.
I had had my share of "bobos", and it was for numerous short periods of time
But at a point,
I wanted to experience what a "real relationship" felt like.
Of course I had my wish -- which was when I found a reason to be with someone -- but little did I know,
I had focused too much on that;
Rather than who I'm be-ing with.
I had it for over 2 years,
And in the end,couldn't pin-point something meaningful out of it.
Even the numerous short periods had records and could still find a place in my heart.
I had to accept the fact that *Mitchell was just a farce in my life.
It never really happened.


While revising these events and the toll they had taken in my life, a thought struck me:
....to be continued.


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