Showing posts with label Sweetest. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sweetest. Show all posts

Sunday, March 08, 2009

Notes from the Heart of Lagos City


Christabel Momodu on the yellow motor bike for a photo shoot.

Work has become very challenging and even success can come with stress as I have discovered working for Supple magazine in Lagos. We have been working all days, including on Sundays since the beginning of this year 2009.
The third issue of Supple magazine is going to be worth celebrating for many reasons. Three members of Nairaland Forum who responded to our open invitation for contributors have been published and one of them is a very brilliant young woman whose two articles were irresistible and the humorous title of one of her articles is even making the cover of this special international edition of Supple magazine. Supple magazine was the only Nigerian news media accredited at the 30th Festival of 3 Continents in Nantes, France, and for the 81st Academy Awards in the U.S. and we are organizing the First Supple Magazine Forum on Nollywood and the Cannes Film Festival before going for Cannes in May.

I am also busy writing and preparing three unpublished volumes of my writings for publication. The most important volume is my book on the presidential campaign, nomination and election of Barack Obama as the first Black President of the United States of America. The book is in the good and safe hands of my American Editor Pamela and I have appointed the Publisher of Supple magazine as my manager in Nigeria and abroad.

I have not been with my Sweetest since last August and I am missing her. I appreciate the company of Linda Ikeji, the beautiful model and Publisher of the FM&B magazine, Funke, Vicky Charmy, Christabel Momodu and other beauties who have been making my life in Lagos exciting. Christabel is one of the hottest models in Nigeria today and you can see her in the latest edition of True Love magazine. She is hottie on the motorbike in the picture above. Isn’t she dark and lovely?!


But yesterday, I was heart broken by the predicament of a 13 year old house girl who was lured away Friday night and raped till day break. She could not even tell the location of the man who abducted her and raped her in the suburb of Shomolu in Lagos, Nigeria.
The girl is from Togo where many housemaids hired by Nigerian families come from.
Many young girls and women are abused and raped daily in Nigeria and the rapists often escape from prosecution. This is the subject of the new novel of Bisi Daniels, The Girl From Nigeria.


Friday, February 13, 2009

Forever My Valentine




This is for my one and only First Lady QMC who makes me happy.

I love to love and loving her is the best for me. Come rain or shine, she will forever be my Valentine.


Forever My Valentine



I

You came to me in the robes of Cyclamen
But how can I bring you a bouquet of red chrysanthemums?
When I have not found any white chrysanthemums in the bouquet of your heart?
Do not pluck the petals of my pure daisies with your eyes closed, lest you would be fooled by your wild guesses.
Because, you do not need to set your foot on twelve daisies before you can see the dawn of your spring
I will give you neither white nor red daisies after the last swallow of summer has flown away from your alcove, lest your dreams of them in autumn leave you heartbroken in winter.
In my wanderlust quest for Ivy
I did not find you in the bloom of Orange Blossom or in Lemon Blossom
But I found you entangled in the paphiopedilum orchids of Phaphos with a garland of Peach Blossom dangling from your ringed neck
Like a rose entangled in your own thorns
Then I disentangled you before I led you to the lyceum of my Muses
They welcomed you with the petals of Apple Blossom cast at your bleeding feet. They wiped your tears away with the golden petals of yellow roses and bathed you in the pool of the Coral Rose.
They covered you with the Peach Rose and led you into the bed of my Rose of Persia before I came to you with my bouquet of the white Rose of Sharon and the Lily of the Valley

II

My heart is a bouquet of red roses
Red roses in a vase of Michaelmas daisies
As flowers bloom in the oasis in the desert
Red roses will blossom in my heart
So, here I am my dearest dove
I have come to your nest to rest in your bosom
I have come to you my sweetest love
Where the roses in my heart will blossom.

For my heart will no longer pine
Nor will my enchanted spirit whine
For as long as you are mine
You will forever be my Valentine.

N.B:
The love poem is a combination of two of my love poems.
The first part is from my poem Love Is A Figure or Speech and the second part I composed this week for Valentine's Day.


Thursday, August 21, 2008

She is One In A Million

She Is One In A Million
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My One and Only Sweetheart deserves a gold medal.

Everyday I thank God for the young woman who is the one and only sweetheart I have had since 2006 to date.

She deserves a gold medal for her remarkable spirit of endurance.
She is prettier and sexier than most of the so called sex symbols in the entertainment world.
She is a natural beauty from head to feet.
I thought heaven on earth was a celestial dream until we made love for the first time and never stopped until we fell asleep.
The romantic and erotic experience made me to start calling her Sweetest and I composed a special love song for her that I always sing to her.

I love her more and more and I cannot stop loving her.

She is my first love and I have never felt this way for other women until I met her.
I have had so many female friends and spent years with some of them and I have had a live in lover who is a Nigerian actress, but I have never felt anything special for anyone of them until I met my Sweetest.

I wish our love will last longer, but if it does not last for long, I will always cherish the precious moments I have had with my Sweetest.
She is proudly Nigerian and she is one in a million.

The key to the heart of a woman is to love her faithfully and truthfully.
Just love her heart and soul and do not look back.


Monday, July 14, 2008

To Love is All That Matters Most To Me



I love my sweetest
She is all that matters to me in the affairs of the heart.
I think of her daily and recall the precious moments we have spent together.

I am working harder to make sure that I can provide for her needs.

I am happy and merry, because I love to love and loving someone means the whole world to me.

Love is the heartbeat of my life.


Saturday, January 26, 2008

Forever My Love

Forever My Love

I thank God I found you
Only heaven knows how much I love you.


When I look into your beautiful brown eyes
I can see the visions of our love
The greatest joy in life is to find your true love
And the thought of you fills my heart with joy.
Words are not enough to tell you how much I love you.
Because, what I feel is more than words can say
It is so extraordinary
The symphony of such an awesome love
The crescendo of my heartbeat echoes in my ears
I am so happy to be in love with you.

You are forever my love
Forever my dearest
Forever my sweetest
You are forever my love.

You are forever my love
Because, my love will never end
I will cherish you my sweetest
You are the one I want to kiss when I wake up in the morning
And the one I want to kiss before I fall asleep in the night.
I always want to be by your side
To do my best to make you happy
I do not want you to worry
Because, I will always be here for you
As long as you will believe in our love
I will love you forever.

You are forever my love
Forever my dearest
Forever my sweetest
You are forever my love.

~ By Orikinla Osinachi

N.B:

The love ballad, Forever My Love will be released with my R & B song, She Comes On Sundays, which I recorded in 2003 and broadcast only on the BBC Radio.

Thursday, October 18, 2007

Change Your Life Day and Have Your Sweetest Day

I always enjoy the mails from Bob, the Editor, 123Greetings newsleter.

I am glad to share the latest newsletter with you.

I am dedicating three of the four special days to three of the most popular female bloggers in the Nigerian blogosphere, Bella Naija, Queenzy and Linda Ikeji.

Happy Change Your Life Day!

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Hey people! I'm not like a full moon that comes once a month, but am like stars; just that don't look for me at the space, but the virtual one, the web space. I'm all over it… Now, I'm with your weekly dose of fun!

Here we go………


Change Your Life Day [Oct 19]
For
Bella Naija

When you step on the accelerator just about when you are gonna take a turn, it isn't exactly a wise thing to do. Ask me?! Well, I was the one who hit the bumper. I was jaywalking down the lane when the above-said maneuver was attempted and I was thrown across the pavement. I was conscious enough to understand the EMS sounds and the white-coated docs, but when they chattered about how I would lose or dislocate my left arm if it isn't held in a particular position I almost went unconscious. From the corner of my eye I could see some John Doe hold my hand. For all the 15 minutes it took I was just concentrating on my arm, not to move it even an inch; of course, he was holding it just right. I recuperated and came out in one piece after a few weeks. One day I happened to pass by the same hospital again and saw that this guy was involved in yet another emergency case. He was moving with concern and determination, written large on his face as if his life depended on it. I know, I paid my bills, paid my insurance its dues, and thanked my friends and family who were by my side when I was recuperating. But what about this guy, a virtual nobody, who is concerned and fighting it out there with no credentials as a doctor, but just a nurse. He doesn't care if he's paid the price of a life he has saved or waits for a pat. He is just another male that fills up the hospital floor. Mere number! At least for me! "Hey, he saved your arm!" I heard it loud this time. It came from within my heart. Found him in the Nurses Station in a relaxed mood for a change. He looked surprised. I don't know when was the last time he saw a patient walking in perfect health, come to him. I profoundly thanked him and even gave him a hug. I guess he was embarrassed. I know why. He never expected it. Nobody is inferior and everybody deserves a word of gratitude. Life is made of precious little moments like this and more often than not every single moment has a lesson or two, which could change our lives.

Mammography Day [Oct 19]
For all the women who need tender loving care at such a time as this.

Kate's mom, Diane, adores Aaliyah. She likes to shop with Aaliyah and likes her humility and choice of clothes. No wonder that Aaliyah too likes her a lot. Diane had mentioned to Aaliyah about a lump in her breast and Aaliyah has immediately fixed up an appointment for a mammogram. Diane was petrified, but touched by the gesture. Aaliyah wanted me to accompany them. I have a pin and needle phobia, but if your girlfriend asks you out even if it's to the coroner….go! That's my policy, I guess, it's universal?! Anyways, I was there and there instead of leafing through the magazines that teaches taboo things, I took a look at the chart. Man! I was so ignorant. I never knew much about breast cancer and the mortality rates and radiation therapy. This one is pretty serious. Well, the good news is Diane was carrying a benign lump and a simple extraction would do. But she is happy that she got a confirmation and has promised to come for a routine mammogram at the right intervals. I made sure I would pass on the information to my mom and ignorant ladies I know. Hey! No embarrassment there…it's a disease and there should be awareness….Aaliyah sides with me here…she goes, "Hey Bob's pals, innocence is sweet, but ignorance is crime." Did you hear that?! Go the Bob way, listen to the lady!


Sweetest Day [Oct 20]
For
The Adventures Of A Young Adult

Meggy has a habit. She is a choc-freak and everyone knows it. The adage goes, "women can't open boxes." Well, I don't really agree with that, but women do fill them up for sure. Meggy has boxes and boxes full of chocs and sweets that she has piled up over the months. That's her personal domain and no-entry-zone for everyone. On Sweetest Day, she had an excuse and spread her wares, boxes in this case, all over her place. She could become a mini-millionaire if she auctioned it. Such was the collection: Both quality and quantity. Steve was browsing channels on the television and froze on a non-profit organization ad for underprivileged children. Well, no guesses where we were headed. Megan, had a change of heart, and agreed to share her bounty. We've never been to an orphanage and didn't know what to expect. Of course, we expected disturbing scenes. No! That's a myth. Once we had a chat with the caretaker of the Home, the kids lined up for the goodies. And they literally ate out of Meggy's hands. They were happy to see us and jumped all over us, going for our pockets as any kid would do and playing with whatever they found for a while before depositing it back. With chocolate-smeared lips they kissed us all, especially Megan, who by now resembled a choc-dripping reservoir. We had a tear or two, watching the kids having fun, but they were anything but poignant. Kids being kids, they didn't need to think or judge, but just be themselves. Wow! Is there a way to make a sweet, sweeter?! Yes, share it with kids!

Babbling Day [Oct 21]

For LINDA IKEJI


When Megan goes babbling all day, it's tough for us to stop her. She does chat non-stop 24x7 and doesn't care even if it's Kong who is the one listening. So, when she goes suddenly quiet, that's not good news. Hmm….usual! Fight with the boss. She and her boss are chalk and cheese and they end up going for the jugular at least once a week. She was sitting by the fire, contemplating and playing back her duel scenes with the boss while we kept a safe distance from her. It's a known legend how Megan reacts when somebody pokes her while she is angry. Nah! No one dared. Our place was dead quiet even though four people were talking at the same time. Alas! Meggy's voice resounds better on the wall. She is the one with the microphonic shrill. Kong, the savior, stepped up to the plate. He went by the moaning Megan and sniffed and snuggled to open her up. And boy! Didn't she open up! She went, "You know Kong, the boss of mine…..blah, blah, blah, blah. . ." Babbling babe Megan on a roll, wink*, wink*. If the place is quiet and everything is neat, that's a museum. If there is clutter, Coke cans and juice tins strewn around then that's called a house err….rather Bob's place…



Remember buddies, you don't need everything to enjoy life, but a life to enjoy everything. You've got it, all you have got to do is enjoy it. I'm doing my bit…wink* wink*.

Take care and Play safe.

Bob !

Editor, 123Greetings