A little old, Black man came to clean the windows today. He did a wonderful job. The windows are now sparkling clean. Any moment now, a bird might flight right into one of them – or at least, that is how it usually happens on TV…. like the Windex commercial. But then again, with my recent clumsiness, I might be the one to walk right into it. The little old man talked me to oblivion. I only heard about 15% {Read More}
It’s Over
April 25, 2009 by 35 Comments
It’s over between us. Even though I have not officially broken up, I know it’s over definitely over. I might be wrong, but no1 ever goes into a relationship and hopes for it to end. In my experience, the hope for it to end comes @ a later time – after the excitement and passion (which by the way are sometimes only a figment of one’s imagination) has washed away and your eyes open up to the big mess you {Read More}
Apparently, I’m Married
April 22, 2009 by 41 Comments
Thanks to everyone who was wondering where I went off to. Well, let me ease your curiousity: I didn’t go anywhere; I was just tired. So you see, there isn’t much gist about these three days of absence. Thank you also for listening to my audio post. I hope the next one will be better. Now… on to today’s issue. My people, e be like say I don marry. Yes, I am married. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, {Read More}
Xcuse Me For A Second (Or 3 Days..)
April 19, 2009 by 36 Comments
Hey sexy people! Happy one week anniversary of Easter. Your darling Vera is a little tired, and is taking an involuntary leave – with or without your permission. She promises to be back on Wednesday, April 22nd 2009 @ 12 midnight her time (Eastern, U.S.) – with or without your permission. This isn’t what I was going to blog about today (well, technically, this isn’t even a post). However, since I am here already, let me use this wonderful {Read More}
What Recession???
April 16, 2009 by 68 Comments
In spite of the economic strife that everyone finds him/herself in, I remain untouched. I am not even perturbed by all the financial woes that people are in. I’m sorry that people are losing their homes and jobs, and I’m sorry that some people don’t even have food to eat, but as for me, the economic wahala is yet to touch me. And considering this genius idea that I have for staying afloat, I can go ahead and assume that {Read More}
Unlawful Prisoning of Condoms
April 13, 2009 by 55 Comments
Dear readers, how was your Easter? Hope good. If so, to God be the glory. The main aim of writing this post… Oh, the good ol’ letter-writing days in secondary school! Soooo… I was jejely (innocently minding my business) walking past the condom aisle in Giant Food Store when I spotted the unimaginable. I had to go back and take a second look. Yeap, Giant locked each box of condoms in a plastic, indestructible box. (Okay, maybe it was destructible, {Read More}
The African Women Are Here
April 10, 2009 by 56 Comments
Well, not yet, but almost. In case you haven’t heard, I and eight wonderful female bloggers now run a collaborative blog. It’s called The African Women. What better name for all nine of us – Me, Shona Vixen, Temite, Afrobabe, Tigeress, Ms. Sula, Buttercup, WordSmith, and Good Naija Girl? We will be discussing things as it relates to us – African women (and men, of course). Rumor has it that there is even a post coming up about married women {Read More}
Let’s Talk About [Oral] Sex
April 7, 2009 by 76 Comments
I can just see the excitement on everyone’s face. You sex-deprived lot! Consider this post a rejoinder to my post, Bless Me Father For I Have Kissed. Now, in case no one noticed, the operative word in the title of that post was KISSED. As in, we were supposed to be talking about the critical issue at hand aka my predicament: the taboo in kissing before marriage. I happened to mention (in one tiny little sentence) that it was {Read More}
Happy Birthday, Daddy!
April 4, 2009 by 51 Comments
Today is my daddy’s birthday. I want to type a long poetic, literary post, full of twists and turns, full of enigmatic sentences that have conspicuous meanings. What an oxymoron, I know. I want to write an epistle about my daddy and talk about how he is a tall Iroko tree in the forest, but you see, daddy isn’t tall…. or slender. He’s about 5’10, I suppose. And he has a belly that has been pregnant for as long as {Read More}
He Proposed…
April 1, 2009 by 125 Comments
