Saturday, April 30, 2011

The Quiet...



In between here....and here,is unspoken pain,the late night ponderings of what in heaven have i done,am i doing...as we crest from short highs to much longer valley lows...

In between here...and here,are the untold stories inbetween...being stranded at 3am in another town far from 'home',the doctor's appointments for worry induced sickness,the curses and the sighs, which make no sense in the end because we still pick ourselves up in the morn and better get back to it. (Ironu o san gbese is what the yorubas say,i.e postulations and ponderings do not pay the bills.)

In between here...and here is where i was yesterday and where i am today, and even though it makes no rational sense comparing for decisions already made,i still do earnestly hope that this all makes sense. You know how the hebrews slaves used to wonder that, maybe Isreal/captivity really wasn't that bad when you think about it here in this hot desert.

In between here...and here,is a brief quiet, a sort of momentary pause,before we get back to the grind. You know what really really smarts about the whole thing is,you just cannot do crap about it,except to just keep moving,one step after the other,keep walking...even though this note is hardly adequate to communicate...

...But he knows the way that I take...Job 23:10,right???Just tell me it'll be fine,and i'll make it through another couple of weeks.

S.

P.S: T.Notes is temporarily incarcerated in the wardrobe screaming something about running behind on BET Award nominations. If you are interested in getting the bugger to new york to grab that award,then visit yada mag and drop your vote.

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Now that I am Almost Famous!!!!

Hey Folks, I've been mentioned on live BET talk show!!!


Yes,you got that right,and even more exciting, i've been put up for their online personality of the year award!Cool Uh?!!!


Well to be frank,I'd say I wonder if those folks confused my name with someone else,but nonetheless,ya'll have to put your festering beef and (rightfully-so) green eyed monsters (jealousy) aside, and rush over to BET to vote for me!!!I can see it now, my name in shimmering lights all over 106&Park!!!!Haaaa....See Mummy,I told you, I told you i'd make it one day!!!


So,there are two things you have to note:

1.Without a doubt,I intend to have my own full blown award french kiss!!!So,to my fly female buddies who've got a current U.S Visa,I'll be needing a date!Let's discuss that off blogger.


2. Rush over to the voting pages here and drop your vote everywhere you see T.Notes!In order words, go here and Plesh your hands plsssss,Plesh your hands!!!

3.Much Loves to the Folks at Yada Magazine,who are doing a fantastic job over there!And thank you for the recognition....because,really,what do i know anyways?!!!

Thursday, April 21, 2011

She likes a "Black" Man and other Notes.



This ought to be quick.

She says she feels safer with a "Black Man" in the house.
She says she likes the extra buff, the broad shoulders, and the manly chiselled features.

She says the "Black Man" is resourceful...
He stays up all night thinking of how to sort out the problems,
and she is able to sleep sound, trusting that he will have a solution in the morning.

She says she likes that he is 'street', and at the same time a bad ass professional.
She likes the combination of rugged and smart...
She thinks it is rare.

She says she likes his spirituality..
she doesn't necessarily believe it all the time,
but she says its reassuring that He is close to someone,something bigger than everything.

She says she likes to walk hand in hand with him on the roads,
it feels different,daring...
yet comfortable, because people are afraid of what is different.

She says she likes his hands,
...tough,wide,able to grasp hold of...'things'..and 'other things'...
She says....she says...she says....

And the crux of it all is, I think she's right.
What do you think about your chocolate brother?

In other T.Notes.

1.Welcome back SOSEXY
Like,WHERE THE HECK HAVE YOU BEEN?!!!

2. I'm walking tall to pay the last and final instalment of my fees today! The relief,cannot be explained in words. No debts,no further instalments, no oweing any corporation for 15years.It's done done done!!!

3. I only mention number 2, because, if God can be good enough to sort me out, then, without a doubt, keep trusting too!

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

A very messed up Note!!!



Without needing to state the obvious,you will notice i have pretty much messed up this page!!!!I assumed a house re-do will only take a second,but clearly it's going to need some seating down. So for the mo,just assume i do not exist, and ignore my wahala for now. I will content myself on being a nuisance on your own pages till i put this back together again!

Cheers peeps!

If you've not Lol'ed at this, you are soo wrong!!!

Oh jeez,that is soo legendary!!!!LMAO!!!Ensure you watch to the very very end!!!



Cracks me up every time!!!

Saturday, April 9, 2011

How to kill a mocking blogg. (911, PLEASE READ!)

People, we have a situation on hand! I will speed blog this; hope to make sense and get back to trying to sort out this mess!

My mobile alarm woke me up today at two p.m, with that sledgehammer hangover ‘ish feeling and no recollection of the previous night’s events - I already knew it wasn’t going to be a good day. I tried to reach over for the painkillers on the nearby table, but my movement was hindered by a curious weight on my chest. The weight stirred, lazily pulled some blond hair away from its face and smiled, “Hi Notes.”. I was confused.

“Do i know you?”
She giggled, and as she did, i observed she was stark naked, because her badonkadonk bounced rhythmically. “You’re funny T.” She replied lazily.

I noticed then that i was also naked. So my mind was clearing and quickly taking stock of a bad situation. There was a naked, very sexy Asian girl on my bad; the bed side table was littered with empty sachets of condom packs, meaning this mistake was premeditated; she was calling me T.Notes-which is bad, because drunken sex orgies should not awaken with either parties knowing each other’s name; and finally most important, it was two p.m and i very well remembered that i was scheduled to have a house call meeting with our youth pastor today at two. p.m- i had set the reminder two days ago.

“Uhmm...can you please get dressed.” I tried easing off from underneath her and my movement flipped her over, showing off more..of...that kazonkas heaven. Something i should not be viewing before a prayer meeting. Mena,I blame you for your hand in this. Mena advised me to join the local redeem church near to me. I did. Mena also advised me to loosen up abit this weekend, and i did. Now....Now, the door knocked and i cursed, “F*c!k F%c* F^ck!”

You know how they say when God finally decides to deal with your screw up; he will expose you and do you in nicely. I hurried off the bed and ofcourse heat-seeking love missile was not cooperating with the urgency of the situation. Down! down! down!- bad timing!(P.S, i could write a whole separate blog describing to you the heaveness of Mia’s nakedness and then you might understand!).

“Please, stay in bed!” I reiterated to a now suspicious looking Mia, as i slung on a pair of jeans, almost chocking Godzilla in the process. “Do not, leave the bed!”. I hurried out and went for the door. Pastor Isaac was waiting. He smiled. “Hello Brother S.”

The rest of what happened was pretty fast, and I am still reeling trying to comprehend it all. To summarize it all, Mia did not stay in bed. Mia assumed I was trying to corner off another woman, so she joined me by the door, insisted on seeing who I was trying to ward off MY OWN APPARTMENT, and in the process, (purposefully) flashed some of that heavens to...Pastor Isaac. Things went down hill thereafter. Pastor was livid. He swore, he cursed, he called me a wolf in sheep clothing, a possessed fornicator, a bastard. Then he lost his phonetics and cursed me in pidgin English, and then in thick igbo dialet. But you know,one thing rang in all that Pastor Isaac said to me this afternoon. He said I need deliverance, and I must start with myself. He said, I must expel the immoral brother (or maybe he meant I am expelled from the church- I’m not sure). But I interpret it to mean, I MUST EXPEL T.NOTES!

That scallywag swine, this whole thing is his fault, not mine! So, this is my public letter to T.Notes:



Enough is enough, you scumbag (apparently synonymous to a used condom!)! You have ruined my life well and fair enough, and now, i must expel you like pastor Isaac has adviced! T.Notes is not me. T.Notes is like Beyonce’s sasha fierce, except that he’s not even getting me any record or book deals worth all his meandering with my life! He’s taking over everything like a virus. Nobody knows me anymore, they only know T.Notes. In school, it’s T.Notes, in the club, it’s T.Notes. On twitter, the same scumbag. Every where I try to start something productive and positive, he rears his ugly head and takes over! This is not the first time that i am waking up wasted and trying hard not to remember what I had gotten up to the previous night. And trust me, that has been the least of the problems. So, T.Notes, i am writing this here, because i know that you will return when i am off to productive honest work. I want the whole world to know you for the menace that you have become before i shut your lights finally for good. We’re done men! Done done done! Your days are numbered now. This is your quit notice, so start packing.

And whilst you’re at it getting your mess cleared off my life, kindly tell Mia not to bother calling me back. If you can afford it, go get your own blackberry. Looser!

Signed
S.(the real owner of this blog). Jeez, i need some panadol and What do you think I should do about Pastor Isaac?

Friday, April 8, 2011

Loosing Our Masks: Stripped!



Have you noticed that a number of old timer bloggers are retiring their annonymity??My Sis NaijaLines just did the unthinkable-stop by her blogg and sight the face behind the words we've known for years now Stripped.

Talking about loosing face....I think the end is nearing for T.Notes too. Dunno,seems me and that rascal bugger are at a crossroad where something's gotta give. Either we move into the faced blogging along with my finer respectable veterans,or....i don't know...something's just gotta give.Things have gotten too quiet around here.

I gave it a little shot on another naija community that i pen words. Put up a picture there, and i'm not too sure i like the feeling. Feels naked....naked....Though on a cheerrier note,it's gotten me some nice attention with the ladies!!!!Hahaha!!!Suddenly i'm having alot of friends around there,and finally some renowed respectability!!!I'm getting BB pins,e-mails,and 'ish like free wedding confetti. Jeez,you'd think i was all that...if i might dare so say so myself...ahem!

Truth or Dare uh?