On the much maligned nigerian woman

Recently there has been a rash of comments around me by all kinds of people (mostly male) around me, either live or in blogsville about something that is wrong with Nigerian women. Example of a much nicer version of the things I have heard can be read here in Kpakpando's post

Actually most of what Kpakpando said is true and even applies to most women (trust me I have inside knowledge from going to a women's college)- so me I am not even going to fight.

But I wanted to talk about two issues that men like to harp on about but they are being really unfair...

the Nigerian woman and the weave
Now, it is now accepted that the Nigerian woman that likes oge (fashion) has to have a weave that is at all times on point but often is not. Some men will claim they don't like weaves because they are fake and go on to rant that nigerian women are too fake in general.

I say: Hypocrites! Liars! Pretenders! World Members (see previous posts)
I'm going to use myself as a test subject: Sometimes I have a very well-kept afro and sometimes i have a weave. ( sometimes I have braids but we'll let that go for now).

Typical NIGERIAN party scene with fro (note that results may vary in companies of mixed nationalities, what can I say white folks think I look hot with an afro)

Nigerian man: hey what's your name?

Me: it's...

Nigerian man: sorry not you, (repeats question to my weavilicious friend or friend with long straightened hair (depending on the day)

Me: oh .


Typical NIGERIAN party scene with unbeWEAVABLE hair:

Nigerian man: you look really hot tonight

Me: thanks,

Nigerian man: Do you want to dance / Can I have your number

Other Nigerian man: She's already dancing with me.

Same person, Same makeup, different hair.

Why? I have decided I don't understand the Nigerian male mind, but it for some reason prefers a weaved female to an unweaved female. Nigerian women have simply learnt to adapt..


Next Rant: the Nigerian woman and the soccer team
coming soon

Chris Brown on manager...

"I did not have textual relations with that woman."

i kid i kid

It ends now

You know how when you are looking for something and you have to calm down to find it, and you sit down and just clear your mind and it turns up?

Well, my friend (dear heart) pointed out to me that that which I seek is probably in front of me just waiting for me to calm down and look properly, or just calm down.

So I'm no longer looking in a scattered manner, I will be calm and I will grow up, control my crazy  (lol) personality.

How about that?

and Happy Birthday to my favourite extra-terrestrial all grown up. You know you.

today

i feel increasingly alone.

and i don't have poem to write about it.

I don't know why.

Amazon.

*As you may have noticed I'm going back to the original purpose of this blog, the written word. I'm returning to my craft.*

Wings spread eyes fierce arms stiff

where you going lady?

lips curved feet planted eyes bright

everywhere, friend, everywhere.

Wanderer

Wanderer wonders why

Wanderer wonders why Wanderer wanders

Wanderer wonders whither Wanderer wanders

Wanderer wonders whether Wonderers wander

Wanderer wishes Wanderer's wonders

were wonderful wishful wonders

Wanderer's wonders were weak woeful wonders.

Wanderer wanders wondering

Wanderer wishes wandering would

End.

p.s this is a result of extreme dizziness, join me?

today

I just asked someone to not be in my life

He wasn't a bad man

Just not good for me.

Meanwhile it is snowing heavily as if in sympathy.

I remain waiting.

God is my matchmaker