O YEA FESTAC PEOPLE ( PART-2)

We want to see late night movies too as we now have shoprite.

Can you please prevent robbery on our way back home?

I even forgot to say! What about our 01 shawarma? Come on! We have got all these things.

We go to the island and we don’t even know ourselves because we never hung out anywhere around here. But see, these islanders? They know themselves. Please festac people help us to stop running and struggling!!

There are a lot of fantastic chill out spots in Amuwo-odofin. So many bars, joints (suya joint, asun joint, shawarma joint) so much that if you don’t want a joint but a romantic outing why not have a dinner at Golden Tulip?

Its so bad that we don’t even appreciate the little things. What about our car wash? Lol if you don’t wash your car on the island your car wont be clean? K If you don’t repair a dent in your car at a Lebanese workshop that car would remain dented?

                

Ah! Just before I forget o.. All this yellow buses “don taya” me. Part of what makes us local sef. Ahan we need a repaint. Maybe it should be painted red J that would be classy don’t you think?

Even uber drivers leave all the axis of Ago, Okota, Mile 2, 2^nd rainbow, 1st gate, raji rasaki road where they were brought up and bred and vanish to compete with their fellow uber drivers  on the island. And the sane ones which is 1 out of 10 would remain and when people like me request? We are faced with surge prices!

So teh our girls would burn transport money just to go to lagos island market! What about agboju? Vespa? Or yaba that is nearby.

How sweet! Isn’t it?

I have complained enough for today biko.

O yea festac people… Help us to grow this community.

Yours faithfully,

Jessica.

These yellow buses don tire pesin!

O YEA FESTAC PEOPLE (PART 1)

I am pleading to you, please hear my cry…

Allow us, your fellow people to be as posh as the islanders.

Grant us the grace to wake up as early as 5am for “fitness-fam” and not be kidnapped.

We also want to be able to parade our streets day and night looking for potential boo in the name of jogging.

Have you not heard that our girls are everywhere on the island? Living in flats and owning car their parents never had?

Think about it… Many excuses these days are that we all want to chill and have a good time yeah?

Let me start mentioning!!!

-We have dominos and cold stone on 21 road

-On 23 road I spotted KfC

-Some where down down maybe 22 road there is my favourite eatery “chicken republic”

But instead, people like me, the old me, would rather travel down to Jakande round about claiming they sell the best moi-moi.. lol

As I was saying.. It is a bit necessary to appreciate these places around us. So dear festac people let us be okay?

I LIVED TO TELL MY STORY

i feel alive, i feel free.

From the very moment when I let you in; I let you win and I made you sin.

Irredeemably drunk, I couldn't think…

…Too weak to blink so I gave in because of my clique.

I let you kiss me and take my breath away.

Slightly opening my eyes to admire you once again; you were already gone.

Just far too gone!

It pains me that you couldn't spare me one last moment.

One moment that I could cherish.

Truth is,

It was really never your fault; I was your one night stand.

But why I was, I couldn't understand.    

I couldn't explain further how much I wanted you just so my nights don’t get longer.

So what I did was build blocks of faith around your special spot in my heart that I’d get over you.

Well… I did live to tell my story.

Didn't i?

The further you endure a pain that seems so unbearable is the longer it takes for you to heal. The longer it takes for you to get over it.

WHY I WONT DATE A MARRIED MAN

He's spying on me

I am not afraid to get involved with a married man even if he has 12 kids or even if he has been married for 20 years or more. All of that won’t scare me or make me not love a man that can give me all I want and take care of me.

The truth is; many women these days look for men who will spend heaven on earth, give them the best, the latest, the most classy but why do they need all of this? I’ll tell you what I think. Today, women, many of them take pleasure in showing off, or letting the world know what they’ve got.” Thanks” to snapchat for actually making this people be who they are not. But that’s not what I’m here to chat about.

The question is if a married can take care of all my needs why then won’t I date him if I claim having 12 kids doesn’t change anything.

I will tell you why…

What if I fall in love with not just his money but with him? What if I love him genuinely and don’t want to continue sharing him? And then he tells me the obvious “you know I am married” or he tells me what I’d like to hear “I will divorce my wife” you really think he’s gonna do that by snapping his fingers? Or you think it is that easy if he is married to a woman who wouldn’t stop praying?

Honestly, why I won’t date a married man is simple, short and understandable. I CAN NOT BEAR THE EMOTIONAL DAMAGE, TORTURE… AND PAIN. I can’t bear to love a man who I cannot have next to me at any time of the day or night. What if I wake up with a terrifying dream who do I hold tight? a man that is cuddling his wife? Or a man that will turn to me and say “tell me about it” because he is mine?

The worst thing to ever waste your time on is a heart that isn’t yours and a home that you can’t have. But then, this man may actually prefer you to his wife for some good or flat reasons and he could decide to abandon the home he has built just to make you happy… But you do not realize that or you haven’t realized yet that for a man to walk out of his marriage he has no sense of value for commitment and he would walk out on you too. Maybe not while you’re still young and juicy but when you turn 30 maybe 40 if your jaz is mighty.

Please don’t pet yourself by saying “it will last” after the struggle to get him because the only thing that last forever is Gods’ will. And it was Gods’ will you dared to break and He will punish you for it. If you’re dating a married man it’s good for you. Ensure you don’t break his home tho just realize the right way before its late otherwise be the super glue in their relationship.

I don’t judge people.

I am not perfect..

I WAS ALL ALONE

Friday the 13th 

Eniola had promised me to come back home and not leave me home alone, so I enjoyed the day until I saw the day turn dark and I was getting worried. We almost had a little quarrel, so I was wondering could that be the reason she decided not to come home?

I just wasn’t sure of what to think of until I saw her text message “I’m not coming home tonight” I replied and said “ok goodnight” but I wasn’t okay. I wasn’t sure I could survive the night in such big, void and lonely house.

Oh! As usual I toughened and convinced myself that, well I am old enough, 20 is enough years to be bold and courageous. So I left my room and walked confidently down the stairs using my right hand to lead the way as I was murmuring “Jesus.. Jesus.. Jesus” then, did I realize that I wasn’t even confident at all.  I got to the compound through the kitchen door and I went to the generator house. I was trying to kick-start the generator but it just wouldn’t work. I tried twice and gave up.

Then I scrolled through my phone sorry my tablet (very embarrassing thing I call a phone) and I called Ifeanyi, a guy that lives next door and so he ran to my rescue. A big time basket-baller like him, I was certain the gen would kick. Oya generator kick naw it refused to kick o. After hours it came on at 9:27pm on a Saturday night. I was still unsure that I could sleep alone in this house so I called Harry.

Harry, my true friend…

Harry answered me and offered me whatever help I suggested. He gave me options like; Do I send you a cab to anywhere you want to go to? I promised to get back to him but when I told him what I settled for he didn’t smile at it.

I decided to go back upstairs as I locked the gate behind Ifeanyi and told him goodnight. I walked pass the kitchen, approaching the stairs, I heard the escape door making beats. It sounded like drum beats. I felt fear kiss my skin and freeze my nipples. But because I am black and not white I didn’t bother going to find out if I was hallucinating or someone was actually trying to show a talent. Instead, with speed I ran up the stairs and shut the door behind me.

I put on the television to help the noise fade and that’s how the generator went off oh.    Jesus have mercy those were my exact words. I started regretting… the rest of my family was at redemption camp why didn’t I go?

Oh no! Friday the 13^th a horror day what was I gonna do? I don’t wanna die I told myself. But it wasn’t even a Friday neither was it a 13^th Then I realized that I had only let my mind dribble me just because I have never been alone my entire life.

As for the drum beats? Don’t worry, I heard enough at church today and only in church would I hear more biko. No more tricks dear mind of mine.

Well I guess next time won’t be a big deal. Thanks Eniola because I wouldn’t mind sleeping home alone next time. Thank you Harry because I would have considered sleeping next door if I wasn’t discouraged.

TODAY'S QUOTES

How to move on and not get hurt

THE CURSED CENTURY

This is the lifetime where anger and pride rules our lives

 Where envy and jealousy overshadows the love in our hearts.

In this century, our 21^st century, the young are attracted to the old

The rich runs from the poor.

Men love their wives but somehow finds a way not to love them completely with their acts of infidelity.

This same century? Oh yes!

This same century, we hate pain but we embrace it with our hands open and our eyes wide awake.

In several relationships today, the hard choice is in fact not loving or giving your everything to whom you love. The hardest part is letting go.

Letting go off what we already know brings us hurt, pain and tears but we rather hold on tight, so tight until we are damaged.

In this silly century;

We hold grudges against another for their act of kindness and maybe a little more progress they make. We just never want to be happy to see a brother make money and spend it at will.

Oh century!

Can it get any worse?

I am scared to say “you are my friend”

Because the very moment I fall asleep to wake in few seconds after, I see you amidst my enemies, whining and dinning.

I came alone to this world; I will eat alone, drink alone, pray alone, succeed alone and die alone.

                                    T.H.I.S     2.1   C. E. N. T. U. R. Y

Totally filled with sadness and without shame.

This century did make sadness but did not partake in the sadness but let the ones born in its period wallow in it.

Every woman is my enemy if I cannot call her my sister because someday, she could be lying in my bed with my husband and bear him kids and watch him torment me.

Every man is my enemy if I cannot call him my brother because someday, he could introduce my husband to another woman as good or less good than I am and yet tell me to my face how much my husband loves me.

In this century may no man mock me because of my skill of ignorance which bears trust for whom I would love.

May this century not ruin my hope for a happy ever after.

THE DOGS’ LOYALTY

My bestfriend

We are both humans so,

When we quarrel in the end we forgive each other.

We roll on the floor and shake it off forgetting our differences.

We realize that we have loved ourselves ten times more few hours ago.

Whether or not we admit it, we know it.

His compliments he can’t hide.

He wiggles his tail in approval of my appearance.

He would ask “when would you be back”

….just with a simple bark.

There I would be, deciding whether or not to take him along.

I’ve grown so used to him…

Should he be sick or sad? I could cry all day

We would cuddle and watch telemundo

He would sleep off in my arms

Because he knows “I’d be there”

Many times he would cry over being single and heartbroken.

He would watch me cry too and say to me “my case is better than yours”

The mysterious smile I get fades my pain of loneliness

My dog is everything.

The “humans” are nothing.

We quarrel and never forgive each other.

We roll on the floor till one is crowned the best fighter.

Then…

We realize how much we hate each other,

Whether or not we say it, we know it.

Should you be sick or sad? Was the deal day they had been waiting for.

They would gather behind you to mock you

Many times you would be hurt but that’s their joy.

Dogs are loyal, they would love you till your death

The law of change does not affect a dogs’ love.

Let the “humans” go to the dogs and learn how to love and care for another.

The Girl Code

Emma is here again!

Girls should learn to be "indeed" happy for one another. I'm 100% sure that by the time you are done watching this video... those that will be guilty would be and I hope there is a positive change afterwards!

Series on the pain of love

MY BOYFRIEND IS A BROKEASS BECAUSE HE DOESN’T LIVE ON THE ISLAND

I need a babe for the night...

Many “young girls” have a very disgusting rude mentality!

Sometime ago I was in neo coffee shop somewhere in V.I and I overhead a chitchat between a group of three girls who walked in looking physically comfortable and well-to-do. The baseline of their conversation was “I cannot date a mainland boy”. I became shocked and confused as I could not relate with the reasons to such conclusion. Lol men have indeed suffered discrimination (and some other women would be ranting about feminism).

I laughed deeply in my head and decided to take a quick mental judgment of what kind of persons they might be. My first bother was “did they come to a coffee shop to deliberate as what kind of man to date?” Or where they expecting some boxed up nigga to walk in and then they fling their interest?

I leaned back to my seat to hear them carefully as they weren’t my front view. I crossed my legs pretending I was lost in search of some forgotten inspiration. Hardly did they know I wasn't only having a cup of coffee.  The lead speaker stressed “Mainland guys are broke”

 HA!

 Not until this confession I couldn’t picture their hurt towards “our mainland men”.

For the first time I needed an extra cup of coffee. This inspiration I was in search of must have been really lost! I made an attempt to get the attention of the waiter to refill my cup as I skillfully took a better look at these girls…

“Oh hello” I said

That I would be ignored I didn’t see that coming. I shook it off. I’m used to the envy of girls, I’m pretty sure it couldn’t have been a guy. Lol

My entire opinion to some girls with this mentality is that it is better you go make a living than to be hanging around the island in search of capable men. How does the fact that a man lives on the mainland affect his income? Or his right to a big house or great ride? Unfortunately many young ladies would miss out on opportunities to get a real man when the only recognized real men are on the island with jobs or without jobs and I’m quite sure they don’t even care to know.

And to be precise, when I say “young girls” I mean mentally immature girls… It’s rather unfortunate that we have grown with the wrong ideas.

Series - The pain of love

Series- The pain of love

Do you know what it feels like to love and be hurt?

CLEMENT

This bad girl would fall someday
Falling into the warm hands of a generous man
Everything would appear alright as it is...
Sweet, slow and perfect just the way she wants it
His touch would be as gentle as the still waters
Tender and suites her skin

The flavor of his whispers tickles her urge
His justice brings her satisfaction
And so her urge wont stop being rude
Oh how he gazes...
Let her, just let her into his presence

This feeling steals the first moment
sShe will hunger for it at the tail end
By then it would almost end

And she will say "enjoy this moment"
                    "prepare for the torment"
But never forget his name "Clement"

 +Funny videos - enjoy this moment

I WAS THE PROBLEM

Just like a tear in the rain I seem not to exist

Just like a drop in the ocean I seem not to matter

As I slipped away hoping but  knowing i'd never be caught

They all feel the same, like rushing blood in my veins

And now that you have gone, I hope the world tastes your flavor


I never scale this familiar crossroad whenever I'm with you

I've tried to wonder what kept us away because it kept us away for so long

Even as hard as I tried to pull us together in my little way


Maybe I didn't pull hard enough?

And now, all I do is dream; A dream created from all the figments of thoughts i have about you


And I'm tortured and I ask myself "how does it feel?"

Knowing that i have lost you to the warm hands of another.

Seeing you happy in grace; the same I'm still on a journey for

It makes me sad every time

Every single time


And now I'm ashamed

Trying so hard to forgive myself as I crush memories about you knowing you mean a lot to me


BY: A.K.A  DJANGO
EDITED BY: JESSY DEREMI

REASONS WHY MARRIAGES FAIL- MY MARRIAGE IS FAILING

"Marriages these days do not last. We have no one to blame but ourselves. We are the real issue because I'm quite sure that no one walks into a marriage with both eyes closed. At least Yoruba girls shut one and leave the other. Well except many of us still live in the 1990s  and are still married off by their parents.
Well welcome to the 21st century where we pick the ones that we want.
So why then do we break up if he was the one?"

"I don't love him anymore" That's all we hear, We have made it a norm to just call it off like he was the boyfriend you started dating 2 months ago. Things would most likely change when people start getting jailed for broken homes and ruining the lives of innocent children.

Let me make something clear; We can make our marriages work!

Why do married couples fall apart?

Let me start with the women.
Women have this dirty behavior of "I want to look like a wife and not a chick in my husbands' house" "I don't have time to dress too much I have kids to care for" "My husband won't see me as wife material if I dress this way" To make it worse they share their stories with friends. And i dont blame friends and their advice because every friend would want the best for you. But I blame the wife who goes crawling for advice when you can simply talk to your husband (your confidant) when things aren't okay.

As to address that dirty behavior... Did your husband marry you in deeper life clothings? Then keep it up till he demands a change. He married you with your skimpy skimpy? please don't convert, he didn't ask you to. Why do women suddenly think marriage is a bustop? It is NOT A BUSTOP!
Your man wants you as sexy as he met you and he wants you to still be the market demands. He wants to feel like he got the best woman and that his fellow man would die for.
If you married a Yoruba man, you had better keep your sexy game strong.

Women get married and say; I have to cook, bath my kids, cater for them, blablablabla.... You married your husband and not your kids. Your husband needs to be catered for. Or do you think he married you to just born baby and groom them? If thats the case he is allowed to walk away after all you have groomed the kids. Isn't it?
The way you treat your husband after the birth of kids determines what the end product will be. Your primary aim is to satisfy your husband! Some women carry it on their heads and say "I carried this baby for 9 months" Young woman, he donated his sperm, his every caring person, his time, his love and patience for 9 months. He loved you not to taste another woman for that period. He deserves a standing ovation for keeping his tool under control.
So don't start by ranting and saying I carried my baby for 9 months because he endured for 9 months of temptation.

Women want to look wife material... Madam, he has married you because he saw you as his wife, so don't try to look like one because you are one. You are his wife! Do you know how many side chicks want your man? But he sealed it with you because there is something in you that he couldn't find in others and that's what made you his wife.

So women, I beg you, look smoking hot for your man, keep that fire burning. If your man isn't good in bed you can control him in bed by striking the positions and telling him how you want it. Do not go about telling your friends because it is your marriage and not theirs!!!
Keep your marriage life private because it only gets ruined when you let the external party in. Sex is an act so display it and do not be shy to. If he isn't doing it well, teach him how to.
Dont forget "ACTION SPEAKS BETTER THAN WORDS" Don't start throwing it in his face instead make the move.


Next week we would be talking about the men :)

DEAR BOYFRIEND

Ever since “my” mother passed away…

You kept my thoughts company

Not because you satisfy my thoughts

But because you enjoyed the time I would have spent knowing her

I was all about making you happy and you being proud of me

It didn’t matter if my mum had to cry

All I wanted were your smiles

Yet, I couldn’t be enough for you even as hard as I tried

But I was more than enough for her, I never had to try

Now that my heart demands the only thing it’s used to; you’re gone…

I offered you my life

You took my life without arguments

You broke it without comments

I surrendered all to you

And she surrendered everything to me

Oh how what goes around comes around

I shouldn’t bother you with my cries, nor worry you with my crimes

Oh mother!

I take all blames

Forgive me…

Love your mother, don’t wish you had

This is not my story because I LOVE my mother!

And this wouldn’t be yours if you show your mother the love that she deserves.

Mothers’ day is coming; it’s early enough to plan something special

Cheers!

ADORABLE BEADS

Beads that make you unique!

 

Could it be nemesis?

What am i not doing right?

I think it is nemesis...

Young and brave with so much confidence and gut

Hard to approach, hard to convince, scarce to find

Irresistibly loved and routinely praised

Heart as strong as a fist but yet. everyone secretly admires

Too right to write a wrong

Happy and cheerful, kind and soft

Dangerous heart breaker, but not by choice

Hot and fine but must I date?



Yes, still brave, gutty and confident

Still hard to approach and scarce to find

Irresistibly loved but hardly praised

Secretly still admired

Sad and bitter, kind and soft

repeatedly heart broken

Hot and fine and so I decided to date


Dating started my history and changed my story

Countless time I've hopped in the wrong hands that I do not think there are still good hands

Hot and fine doesn't guarantee the sweetest guy it only widens your luck

If I were less hot and fine I would have settled down

Or are my standards just too high? Or am I surrounded by some wall of Jericho?


What exactly am I doing wrong?

Sad and bitter

I envy the less sexy and less beautiful

Come teach me your ways I want to learn

Could it be that you loved your man differently than I did?

Come,

Come teach me your ways


Even as much as I am not materialistic

Even as much as I do not demand

Even as much as I cater for myself, they all still walk away or simply just mess up.

Do I then become materialistic, demanding and depending?

Netflix and chilling sport on point


Or do the less sexy do it in a less sexy way that make the guys stay?

Or could this just be nemesis for just being me?

What is my wrong?

A LETTER TO MY VAL

I can't thank you more than I already have...

You are worth my heart praising.

If you hadn't been here, I would have been on my bed with the lights off

But you have given me a reason to be out there with the best smile

Many relationships ended but ours just crossed the hurdle

We are going another mile and we would get there

You are a beautiful lover, the most amazing man with the biggest heart

Thank you for having me



XOXO

BEING BLACK... BECAUSE I'M BLACK

Being black, I'm a looter

when I'm trying to survive

Being Black, I'm a murderer

while the white boy is psychologically disturbed

Being Black, I'm not beautiful

Rather I am an associate of violence

Being Black, I am never obedient to the police

I always refuse to comply

Being Black, I am the scape goat for the police to torture

Even when I have committed no crime

Being Black, I am never right

My opinions don't matter

Being Black, I should swallow any unfair treatments

Because the judge wont hear my story

Being Black, I have no rights, I am no human


BUT BEING BLACK

My opinions are as important as the white boys'

I am not ugly and I'm not a looter!

I am not a murderer did the police accuse me so?

I am not violent! I am not violent!

So why should I be the polices' target?

I should have equal rights same as the white boys'

I am Black, and I am human.

I should voice out threats and I should be heard.

I should not just be tortured

But my opinions don't matter...

I can't change me

so,

STILL I REMAIN BLACK


BY: OLADIMEJI DOYIN

EDITED BY: JESSY DEREMI

THE SEASON OF LOVE- ADVICE FOR VALS DAY

So today, the whole world celebrates love.
Both those who mean it and those who don't deserve it.
Those who value it and those who give it up.
But if you mean it, then make it special, make it so beautiful that you want to do it again.

Appreciate the moment cause it could be gone in a whisper of smoke.
Butterflies, the person that gives you butterflies might just be the key to your long sought happiness.

Kiss longer, smile deeply and let today be carved on your hearts for eternity.
For those of us that haven't found love yet, do something to take your mind off the fact that you gonna be lonely af on this day.
Block out all mushy mushy around you and you could still have a swell day.
And if you don't believe a day should dedicated to love or don't believe it exists like me?

Just remember one thing; "na who love don epp?".

By: Cheedywyz
Edited by: Jessy Deremi

HOW IS LIFE AFTER DEATH?

Someone asked… Is there life after death?

My careless response was “I think so”

I pushed further and I said “when people die their spirits rest in Abraham's’ bosom till Gods’ judgment comes upon them”

I said some people’s spirit do not rest.

But she thought… If that is the case, is she prepared for the life after death?

She looked me in the eye and said “If death comes now, where would you go to?”

I told her “I’ll go to hell”

From that day on… her life changed!

Everything about her changed that very day.

Had I known she was preparing her after life, a place to rest when she is gone.  

What happens to the dead?

Do they have a home?

Do they have a place to rest?

What happens when you’re ejected from the ones you love to a place where you have no one?

Are the dead lonely?

Can we still reach out to our lost but yet still loved ones; at least to keep them away from boredom?

Or maybe at least cheer them up?

If death steals away our loved ones, does death still have the right to take away our communication? 
How do we hear their cries? How do we know when they need us?

What happens after life?

Will there be another life?

Has the dead gone to begin another life? 
Are they ahead and we the living lagging behind?

What happens after life? “She asked”

But if only I knew she was gone for long…

Written by: Jessy Deremi

Inspired by: Cyndy Ernest

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