Bloggers Diary - Kiss of Life!!

I hate boastful people...Ok! Hate is too strong a word to use. The words of boastful people don't hold water to me.

Let me find out or discover that great talent or gifts of yours myself. If you so decide to boast about it, you Berra live up to your expectations or you shall forever remain in my black book of losers.

That how yours truly hit it off with a man in one meeting. The connection was so strong that we became friends afterwards. We would chat and make calls almost round the clock. Infact, we were stuck on each other.

He would tell me how a bad kisser he was... Oh Vivien, I would kiss you for hours and hours without stop. those who had kissed my lips would attest to it, I am not trying to boast Vivien, but be prepared for my kiss cause it gonna make your feet

Bloggers Diary - An Unforgettable Night

After much persuasion, I had to attend the vigil to please my mom..Who knows, the reason why I haven't made millions or married a billionaire might be revealed that night. I wouldn't want to miss it for anything.
I wore the longest skirt I owned, donned a shirt and was off to the life-changing vigil of the year..or so i thought.

The service started with praise, not the usual kind of songs praising God but those that seem more like warfare. I asked my neighbour if the pastor was around and was replied in the Negative.. I sighed. I thought there were different kind of praise songs depending on the segment being ushered into. I looked around and realised that my below the knee skirt was a micro mini compared to the larger than life curtains

Most Embarassing Moment - By a blog visitor

I had a boy friend in the university like every other girl had and i was also a virgin. I started dating my boyfriend in my second year and all was going smooth. I had rented my own apartment after spending my first year with my uncle and his wife who was a lecturer in the university. My cousin also lived with my uncle and was reading the same course with me but she was a class ahead of me.

My boyfriend decided to visit me on that fateful day and we both decided that we were going to give sex a try. I closed my door thinking

Blogger Diary - Most Uncomfortable Journey

I have pondered long before deciding to share my diary sessions on my blog and decide to give it a shot. I promise to be truthful and open as much as i can.  Enjoy


I left the house hurriedly at about 4:00pm as i didn't want to get to Otta late. I had promised my fiance that i would be coming over to the family house to see his people and i was not about to break that promise. My fiance had already called pleading i leave the house on time because of the usual traffic around Abulegba. I got to Oshodi and decide to follow the coastal bus because it was much cheaper than the smaller ones. As i boarded the bus, i noticed that most of the comfortable positions had been occupied and i didn't want to go to the back. Most Lagosians dont like that though. I looked around and decided to pitch my tent beside one 'aboki". the look he gave me was so uncomfortable

Diary of a MAD Woman - 4

Princess could feel the tears cascading down her face. She couldn’t believe the contents of what she had found in Kelvin’s House. Yes, he deserved to be called by his name, his role as her father ended the day she came back from the United States where she had finished with her basic education. She had hoped coming into a house filled with love and warmth but she met the direct opposite when she stepped her feet in the house. She had been surprised that her mother didn’t follow Kelvin to pick her from the airport. When she had inquired Kelvin brushed the question carelessly by saying Mother was busy. She knew in her heart then that he wasn’t telling the truth, mother couldn’t be so busy that she wouldn’t come to the airport to pick me. In fact she would leave everything just to make sure she was there for me.

The journey back home was done in silence as she wondered why

Diary of a MAD Woman - 20th March 2004

I am feeling very sleepy but i had to put down this entry. My day started well. I woke up, prayed, prepared breakfast for the family. I served my husband breakfast and he didn't eat. For the past four day he hadn't tasted anything i cooked since the N500 incident. This exposed another part of his personality i haven't witnessed before. I cant believe my husband would reject my food all because of that. I even returned the money i took from his wallet but i don't know whether he saw it or not. May be is should told him i returned the money. Right now i am so confused i don't know what to do.

He hasn't touched me for four days. Attempts to touch my husband while sleeping results in heavy rebukes. He even threatened to sleep in the sofa if i continued. Right now, i really need the warmth of his body, the feel of his

Diary of a MAD Woman - 3

Princess paced the room again for the third time. She was really getting nervous and apprehensive. She has looked for it everywhere and couldn't locate it. She had searched under the mattress, between the book rack on the table, in the drawers. She couldn't pin-point where next to search and besides she was careful not to leave the room scattered and messy.

She Stopped pacing and stood for a long time eyes facing the wall wall clock on the wall. She had five more minute to spend. She withdrew her gaze and decide to search the room once again but something caught her attention. She turned sharply and stared at the wall clock intently this time around and she laughed aloud excitedly. She had found it. She walked towards the clock with uncertainty, what if it isn't there she thought. She lifted the clock, turned it around, located the little hook used for hanging it and pressed hard on it expecting something to happen but nothing did. She pressed harder a second time and heard a faint sound as the compartment went open. She removed the hidden item and carefully placed it in her handbag.

She carefully placed the wall clock back and realized she had exhausted her time. It was time for her to go. She closed the room and was walking down the exit point when she heard a loud click on the door.
Alarm bells went off her head as she thought frantically the next step to take. She dashed into the kitchen and crouched behind the large freezer with her heart in her mouth

Why was he early today? she thought. Why did he suddenly come back this afternoon. She could hear their voices as he didn't come back alone, she could hear the distinct voice of female laughter and giggles as they made their way to the sitting room. She couldn't make her move now as she would be discovered. She would exercise a little patience, may be when they retire to the bedroom, she would make her move.

"get two champagne glasses and lets celebrate" Princess heard him tell her

Princess panicked and began to sweat. The glasses were kept in a shelve above the freezer, there was no way she wasn't going to be seen if she

Diary of a MAD woman 2 - The beginning

Let me begin from where it all started.

“mama Kelechi, mama Kelechi” my husband shouted

(The name of my first child is Kelechi, we decide to name him that to thank God for his faithfulness in our lives, our marriage. I took in almost immediately after our wedding and the delivery went so smooth unlike tales I had heard from experienced mothers about first delivery being so painful and difficult. Truth be told, it was painful but in all, it went hitch free. So the name Kelechi says it all.

Ehen, back to my story – 

“mama Kelechi”!  my husband shouted for the third time

(I decide to ignore him as I had pleaded with him severally not to address me by that name, it made me look so old and it didn’t appeal to my ears.

While we were dating, he addressed me with so many sweet names. I was his baby, his sweetheart, his love and then the one I love so much “mimi”. You need to hear how he personalized my name, it  sends my heart racing and I usually forgave all wrongs he did to me when he uses his deep baritone voice to call me mimi. So why cant he continue nah, ah . Mtcheeeew).

Diary of a MAD Woman - 1

I was carried into my room by my husband. YES my Husband, sounds so good to call him that amidst giggles and laughter. The day had gone very well, it was a day of joy, my friends, family, loved ones all gathered around me as i said "YES I DO" to my boyfriend of seven years. I can vividly remember all that went down on the 15th of February 2000. It was my husbands idea that we married on St.Valentines day to cement the bond of love that we shared for seven years. It was a perfect idea to me as i loved my husband so deeply. I could remember the feathery kisses and love making on my wedding night. It has been so good, my husband put in so much effort to make it a wedding night to remember. I also remember the morning after, breakfast on bed served by my husband as i still lay asleep. Our wedding was so beautiful, people saw us as the perfect couple, we hardly fought or quarreled, everything  was going so smoothly for us or so  i thought.

Fast forward seven years later after our wedding, i was pregnant with my second child. Let me let it known that pregnancy isn't always pleasant to me, a lot of vomiting, swollen face and legs, pale complexion etc. I am always at my worse when i am pregnant, no one would like to tag his or her beautiful self ugly, but i can boldly tell you that during my pregnancies, i was very very very ugly. Yes i was ugly inside-out and i could do nothing to help myself out of