Tres Mentes Poderosos

O On: Mr Aramis Speaks

2011-11-15T06:22:00.001-08:00

I try to be all about style and Finesse and as such spend a lot of time on men's grooming tips. Neil Cafferty from white collar remains an inspiration and so does George Clooney and now Mr. Aramis. all esteemed arbiters of Taste, men about town and etiquette and style gurus. Over the next couple of posts, i'll be sharing some tips I've gleaned from the triumvirate of men that put the G in GQ.

Dressing for this Christmas Season- Mr Aramis

When it comes to dressing for Christmas parties, I always steer towards timeless elegance, rather than fashion whimsy. For black-tie events, turn to royalty and old-school Hollywood to see how it should be done with real panache – which means black bow ties, not primary-hued or novelty ones.

In recent years, the single-breasted tuxedo has been in vogue, elongating the body and creating the illusion of a slimmer waist, but this season the likes of Brad Pitt and Mad Men actor Jon Hamm are leading the movement back to a more classical double-breasted dinner jacket. Choose black or midnight blue wool with lapels in grosgrain or barathea – I always feel velvet or satin look a bit ‘Del Boy’. Silk cummerbunds provide a sophisticated alternative to a waistcoat, but can serve to emphasise a – how shall I say it? – more rounded middle, so wear with care.

When it comes to selecting a dress shirt, I prefer a simple style, without frills or excess decoration, just a plain turn-back cuff with some smart cuff links. Personally, I like a cotton pique ‘bib’, but fine pleats can look elegant – and keep wing collars for tailcoats. Traditionally, patent shoes are worn with formal black tie, but the rules are relaxing and highly polished black Oxfords are now acceptable. A dash of Aramis adds the finishing touch.

Till Later

M on: YOU

2011-09-28T10:19:00.000-07:00

They asked and i said not YOU.

 The last person i could ever fall for was YOU.
Yes i know I've been around but definitely not YOU.
Physical appearance, definitely not YOU.
Personality.. so not YOU.
But then 6 months down the line, why are my thoughts filled of YOU.
I'm with her and I'm thinking about YOU. 

Though not a great kisser but even great kissers aren't YOU.

Now i look at my phone and keep wanting to call YOU.
Sex isn't great anymore because it's not with YOU.

Readers might not get this because they don't know YOU.
They wouldn't know the rabbit defines YOU. 

But that will be because I've not told them the story about YOU.
I'm taking the cobwebs off the blog just because of YOU.
and perhaps los otros mentes will write again because i did about YOU.
YOU definitely didn't teach me manners but you made me fall for YOU.

and that's why my first post in a long time is about YOU.

Saludos,
M

O on: Plotting the strategy

2011-03-30T15:17:00.000-07:00

She's sat right across me and dang do I remember her.
The vixen with the waist made from rubber
Winding and grinding a couple of weeks ago
In more ways than one that would have a Turkish belly dancer running for cover.

Our eyes meet as she drags on her cigar.
The glint in her eye tells me there's recognition
From a night of tequila shots, slow winding
Maldito sea I'm lost in the way she moves that body.
The thought of things I wanna do to her has my imagination on overdrive.

It's time to plot a strategy.

Will keep you posted.

Saludos

O

And the Blackrose isn't in my garden

2010-11-28T23:49:00.001-08:00

The year is winding to an end and as i sit back and reminisce in my mellow state on the year gone by i'm feeling great until...

until i i'm going through the faff-up file in the relationships section and she comes up outing an end to my drifting...

she was the Blackrose and i was meant to be the gardner but somewhere along the line i must have missed my way to the garden cos i'm here and she's not in my garden.

Blackrose was a blessing and i fucked it up.

she needed no tending.

principled and graceful would ideally describe this paragon

Why?

i ask myself

Why?

I wonder

Why?

Falsehood, lies and deceit. three barbs thrown i'm trying hard to extricate.

i wasn't ready so i bolted.

the way i bolted was unbecoming.

She remains a Blackrose

But she's not in my garden.

and watching her blossom from afar is my cross.

O

M On: Memories of Tonight.

2010-11-16T01:14:00.000-08:00

You swayed as Bez played,
As Jimi Dudlue perfomed,
The crowd stood totally awed.

Sitting in my little corner in space,
Mixing and sipping screwdrivers,
With you right there my constant reminder.

Your beauty pristine,
Your body Language says what I see in your eyes,
A girl who keeps it real... No lies.

Ernest on the violin,
A.K Cole on the guitar,
Bez right there strumming like a rock star.

Ms M, It's been a pleasure meeting you,
And I look forward to the next time we see,
I'll take the memories of tonight with me.

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Cerberus on: Epitaph to the cunning Linguist

2010-10-25T03:45:00.000-07:00

Trapped in your glorious years
within the memory of belief, lost of all grief.
Take the reasons,
which once seemed so clear,
but never mind, you have nothing to fear.
For you the cunning linguist will be,
Forever young, Forever in the heart of memories.

Lost in the glory of all time,
the wisdom was there within that smile,
You see you could have told us,
there within lies the mystery.

So shed a smile, and grin a tear,
For you my friend, will be,
Forever young, Forever young.
Forever in the heart of memory,
We see not through or misery.
Forever young, forever young.
There's a new angel tonight
- Anne Nairinth-

In Memory of The Cunning Linguist.
Friend to Some, Mentor to others, Anonymous to many.
Rest In Peace Young Sir.

Cerberus

O on: And GEJ Declares

2010-09-15T05:23:00.001-07:00

Dear compatriots,

Four months ago, providence placed me at the leadership of our dear country, following the untimely death of our dear former President, my brother and leader, President Umaru Musa Yar'adua. It was a very solemn and trying moment for me personally and for the country as a whole. My immediate task and priority was and still remains to give the nation purposeful leadership and to focus on the priorities of our administration in order to maintain national peace and stability and pursue our key development priorities. In these few months as leader of the country, I have concentrated on managing the affairs of the nation, and resisted all efforts to respond to the drums of partisan politics which have been sounding very loud across the land. As President and leader of government, I decided not to place partisan politics above the immediate needs and priorities of our people. I came under intense pressure to make a declaration concerning my political future, but declined to do so because that would have immediately distracted us from all the development initiatives we have accomplished so far. I therefore told Nigerians to give me time to concentrate on my work and that at the appropriate time I would make a public statement on my political future after due consultations with all the segments and leaders of our nation.

Today, I confirm that after wide and thorough consultations spanning the six geo-political zones that make up Nigeria, with members of my family, my party, the opposition, civil society, the Private Sector, members of the Labour Unions, religious leaders, youths and student groups and our revered traditional institutions, I Goodluck Ebele Jonathan by the grace of God hereby offer myself and my services to the Nigerian people as a candidate for the office of President in the forth coming 2011 elections. In presenting myself for service, I make no pretense that I have a magic wand that will solve all of Nigeria's problems or that I am the most intelligent Nigerian. Far from it. What I do promise is this – If I am elected President in 2011, I will make a covenant with you the Nigerian people to always do right by you, to tell you the truth at all times, to carry you along and most importantly to listen to you, fellow citizens in our communities and also those of you on this page. I do not want to win your affections by giving you promises of things I would do in the future which others before me have given and which have largely been unfulfilled. Rather, I would want you to judge me by my records. Since God Almighty and yourselves permitted me to serve you in the present capacity, I have busied myself with setting Nigeria on the path of peace and progress.

My team and I made no promises on adequate fuel supply in Nigeria. We simply did what was expected of those who govern, we delivered it, and you are living witnesses to that. We made no promise to revamp the textile industry. We delivered a bailout package worth 150 billion naira that is being dispensed as I write. We made no promises of securing the highest U.S Federal Aviation Administration (FAA) aviation clearance, the Category 1 Certificate which enables Nigerian registered airlines to fly to ANY U.S city. We delivered. We made no promise to give Nigeria a brand new INEC under a proven God-fearing and incorruptible leader. We placed Nigeria first and delivered. We made no promises of protecting your loans, deposits and investments in the banking industry over and beyond what is covered under the Nigerian Deposit Insurance Scheme. We delivered it via AMCON. Rather than tell you what we could do to improve power, this administration demonstrated it by initiating a brand new national Super Grid as well as launching a concrete Road Map to the Power Sector with realistic goals tied to realistic dates. I understand from some of your mails that there has been some small improvements in electricity supply in some communities. We met an economy that was beginning to slow due to the global recession. Today, the economy has verifiably grown by 7% this half year ending in June.

I know you are tired of empty promises, so I will make only one promise to you today. The only promise I make to you my friends, fellow citizens and Nigeria, is to promise LESS and deliver MORE if I am elected. I call on you to join me to work together in harmony and synergy to forge a nation where we understand our differences instead of pretending they do not exist and work towards a perfect union founded on transparency, equity and justice. A nation that is on her way to repairing her International reputation and project to the world that things have changed and the people of Nigeria have now taken Nigeria back from a few into the hands of her people who are eager, very eager to pull her weight in the forward movement of the African continent and the world in the pursuit of peace, prosperity and happiness.

I will by the special grace of God be making a formal declaration to this effect at the Eagle's Square, Abuja, on Saturday 18 September 2010.

I call on you my friends on this page and all Nigerians to give me your support and prayers so that together we can liberate our country from the confines and self –inflicted wounds and limitations of the past. My dear friends and fellow citizens, to borrow an often used slogan by our youths, please join me in proclaiming: Forward Ever, Backward Never! Please let us all unite across tongue and creed to move our long suffering nation forward together. I thank you and may God bless our country Nigeria.

GEJ

M on: Okocha

2010-09-13T08:22:00.000-07:00

5 Seasons Ago, our Story began. with Koyin mounting me on you. The fact that you had to wear a guard scared me a bit but when we started the first chukka and you kept with the line of the ball and always knew what the right of way was i was hooked.
Runners Up Ibadan, Winners katsina and Jos, you became a legend. the superstar of the tawleeds in Nigeria.

Sturdy and Regal you remained the pride of my stable my favorite 2 chukka horse always good to play.
when i got the call to tell me you were sick , my heart skipped a beat even with Colic you still tried to stand till the very end. My favorite pony still showing unbreakable spirit. In sickness and weakness you still wanted to take on the argies and the thoughts of your final moments leave me with mixed feelings.

You remain a superstar Okocha. I will miss you and all the grooms in Lagos and Ibadan will miss you.
There'll be no more shouts of "OKOCHA" as they offload you from the truck at Tournaments
There'll be no more cases of "OKOCHA" when a groom complains of being bitten
Doubt if any Tawleed will ever score a goal in a chukka.
Doubt any Tawleed can ever understand polo like you did.

I'll miss our rides on the beach
I'll miss stick & ball with you.
Most of all I'll miss my favorite pony ever.

RIP OKOCHA... Hope they know in Horse heaven that you have to wear a gag.

M

MY On: Lost in Translation

2010-09-07T08:21:00.000-07:00

I don't drink coffee I take tea my dear
I like my toast done on one side
And you can hear it in my accent when I talk
I'm an Englishman in New York
-Sting

What do you like about this sort of music?
What are they saying?
Why did you bring us to this kind of club?

What kind of food is this?
Cant you be normal?
Where do you think you are?
Why did you tuck in your polo?

.....Questions i get asked when people spend a couple of minutes in my world.

Oreo
Coconut
.... Descriptions i get after they spend a couple of minutes in my world.

I love me my wine and cheese.
My favourite club in Lagos is picolomondo.
I wear more trousers than jeans not sure i own that many either.
I'll listen to Rammstein, Infected Mushroom, Tiesto & Sebastien B over Jay-Z or even 9ice.
3 shots of tequila chased down with a 33cl heineken beer would start my night.
Cook outs and BYOB drink ups are my perfect way to start a weekend.

Oreo
Coconut...

Is skin color meant to determine our influences and preferences?

A lot of people seem to think so.

I'm just simply MY and in the words of Will Smith "Is there Anybody out there" who like me is simply Lost in Translation,

Saludos.

MY

* Oreo & Coconut are terms used to describe a person who is black on the outside but white on the inside.

O on: Rendezvous in the rain

2010-08-30T13:03:00.000-07:00

Storm is brewing A, lemme head off home and just as the words leave my mouth it begins to drizzle. As i dash to the car, i notice her. light skinned hair to her waist packed in a pony tail walking. walking hesitantly, starting and stopping. i can see she's contemplating what to do cos of the rain. Not one to pass up a chance,

"can i give you a ride i asked"

"yes please she replied" stepping into the car.

A bit of small talk got me some basic info Half Indian- Half Yoruba girl in Nigeria for a year.

we arrive at her destination and i consider reeling or not....

then i go for it....

"I know you'd probably never get into a car with a stranger talk less of give him your number but i notice you've got a blackberry" i scribble my pin on my card and tell her, "if you're up to a conversation, lets talk a bit then i wont be a stranger any more."

"ok.... "

10 minutes after i drop her off at the restaurant where she's having dinner
my phone buzzes,
a new request comes in... "Thank you for the ride, In"

who says a rainy evening and bleak weather doesn't come with it's advantages.

O

O on: Mirrored thoughts

2010-08-13T20:10:00.001-07:00

It's been 4 days of emotional and physical foreplay and every time I look into her eyes, I see them mirror my thoughts... When are we gonna consummate this.

The day in cozumel is spent being kissed by the sun, stroked by the waves and savouring the local cocktails.

With me fly fishing and S scuba diving

With S para sailing and me getting my deep sea dive certificate for going 100ft under the ocean.

With me discovering and exploring every single spot on S's body. Finding her trigger points, filing them away in my head and she doing the same to me.

It's our last night and anyone who manages to stray into our world would end up as fodder with the sparks flying in the air.

As the sun sets and we walk back to the oasis of the seas where our story began, the fact that tonight is the night resonates in the air.

O
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O on: going better than planned.

2010-08-09T01:31:00.001-07:00

"I have to go" she says as the sun begins to peek from the clouds.

"Am I seeing you later?" I ask as we walk to her room.

"Yes you are" she says and kisses me good night or is it good morning considering it was 5am in the morning great.
I'll pick you up by 7 and I bound off.

Fast Forward past a day in the jungles of Costa Maya with S on my mind

Straight on to me making reservations at Cafe 151. and Vintage a swanky wine bar.

Tonight I intend to turn on the charm. Mood music, good food and the perfect ambience.

We start the evening at 151. "Order for the both of us" I tell her setting the tone for a balanced evening.

Gamble is with her being in charge of the very first aspect of the evening, she'll become invested in tonight and the more invested she becomes, the easier it'll be to get behind her shell. The trick is to constantly make sure there is no pressure.

Dinner is a Tbone steak medium rare accompanied by a nice bottles of Respide. She's pretty and picked a meal you would want to put in rewind so you can savour again and again.

Relaxed and mellow, the conversation begins. Getting to know her feels like a wave. She's pretty smart, intelligent and I can't get enough of this boriqua.

A walk through the oasis' version of central park to vintages with the stars out and birds chirping sets the tone for the rest of the evening.

Vintage is quiet with cuban jazz serenading discreetly. We settle in a corner and begin a rosé wine flight with tapas. Getting to know you 101 begins here and we talk about everything the past, the present, the future. Dreams and plans caressing each other with words as well as with our hands.

As we approach the beautiful island of Cozumel, I know that something is building up here and it's not going according to plan but better.

O
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O On: kissing under the stars

2010-08-02T16:31:00.000-07:00

3 bottles of wine later we're at a pool party on the 17th floor.

"I never thought I would meet pretty girls on this trip" I say.

"Me buying you that drink was just me saluting you making my day that's why I asked them not to tell you it was from me" I continue.

" I like that" she said holding my arm tighter.

"Head up to the pool party on 17. Need a wingman sharpish" I text my boy YN as I order drinks at the bar.

5 minutes later he shows up and I make the introductions. Now I can get some alone time with S.

2 bottles of bubbly later S & I hit the dance floor and my this boriqua has got some soul and we connect on the floor for about an hour exploring, touching, feeling, flirting.

"Let's go somewhere quieter" I whisper as I nibble on her ear.

"Where have you got in mind?"

"Follow me" and I lead to the one place I know will crumble her defences a bit further, grabbing one more bottle of champagne as we head out.

We hit the elevator and we're there. Time is 3am in the morning and we've got the moon & stars for the roof, the atlantic ocean for walls and deck chairs for furniture.

I pop the bottle as she lights up a smoke.

"Just so you know, I'm not going to get with you"..

I cut her off...

" Our story just began querida so why skip the pages" I reply stroking her hair as I pass her a flute.

" I like that" she says sipping on her drink.

5 minutes later and a bit of conversation, we're kissing under the stars.

End of day 1.

O
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O on:The Introduction

2010-08-01T12:49:00.000-07:00

"I'm going to miss you" she says as I stroke her hair while we watch the sun rise across the ocean to bask the keys.

4 days ago, she was sitting across me at the other end of the bar. Too pretty to be out on her own I thought to myself as I waited for some cuban girls I met the night out before.

Hi... I said with my eyes.

Hello.. her eyes whispered right back.

Before we could continue the "eyeversation" her friend arrived, another bombshell.

Oh my!!! And there I was pretty girls would be few and far in between on this trip.

Her friend hits the bar to buy a drink.

"Una botella de vino blanco por favor" she tells the bar man and walks away.

..My chance to get into the play.

Marcello put their drink on my tab but don't tell them where it came from I tell the man behind the bar.

.. Here's the gamble:
She'll wanna know where the drink came from and will pressure him into telling. I know It's gonna be extra points for me compared to if I went direct.

She's back and wants to pay and the play begins.

5 minutes later I get a tap.

S: "Hey thank you so much for the wine"

O: "What wine " I ask all shy.

S: He said you asked not to tell but we know it was you. I'm S and this is my friend A.

O: Nice to meet you I'm O.

S: Nice to meet you. We're from puerto Rico what about you?

O: I'm from Nigeria

S: Nice!!

3 bottles of wine later, with introductions over and the cubans much forgotten, we head off to the party on the 17th floor.

....And that, is where the real story begins.

TBC...

O
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O on:The Introduction

2010-08-01T12:32:00.000-07:00

I'm going to miss you she says as I stroke her hair while we watch the sunrise across the ocean to bask the keys.
4 days ago, she was sitting right across me at the bar. Too pretty to be out on her own I thought to myself as I waited for the cuban girls I met the night before.

Hi I said with my eyes... Hello her eyes whispered right back. Before we could continue the "eyeversation" her friend arrived, another bombshell.

Oh my!!! And I thought pretty girls would be few and far in between on this trip.

her friend hits the bar to buy a drink.

"Una botella de vino blanco por favor" she tells the bar man and walks away.

..My chance to get into the play.

I tell the barman to put their drink on my bill and not tell them Where it came from.

.. Here's the gamble... She'll wanna know and pressure him into telling. It's 4 extra points for me compared to if I went all brash and paid for it.

She's back and wants to pay and the play begins.

5 minutes later I get a tap.
S: "Hey thank you so much for the wine"

O: "What wine " I ask all shy.

S: He said you asked not to tell but we know it was you. I'm S and this is my friend A.

O: Nice to meet you I'm O.

S: Nice to meet you. We're from puerto Rico what about you?

O: I'm from Nigeria

S: Nice!!

3 bottles of wine later, with introductions over and the cubans much forgotten,

....The real story begins.

TBC
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O On: in 24 Hours

2010-07-21T03:14:00.001-07:00

I have...

Crossed 2 time zones.

Been impressed by Quintessentially.

Gotten reacquainted with my favourite continent.

Had lunch with Ethopian Model.

Flirted with pure arab hotness.

Been disappointed by GT Bank.

Been Impressed by GT Bank.

Been disappointed by Gt Bank again and now hoping they will sit the f#*k up (thank God for La Caixa.)

Met this pretty air hostess.

Planned a rendezvous with pretty air hostess.

Stayed at a quaint cabin hotel.

Been f*#ked over by MTN (Not your best Connection)

Been en route and still headed across two more time zones.

Talk about one packed day...
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MY On : I Wish

2010-07-02T06:52:00.001-07:00

I wish I didn't feel so trapped,
I wish I was still in Barcelona
Running my own art gallery that sells African & Nigerian Art.
Driving my scooter,
Sipping beers on the beach in the summer,
Snowboarding in the winter,
Photographing all year round,
Traipsing Europe,
Immersing myself in culture,
Enveloping myself in language,
Unknotting my fingers and playing the piano again.
Living life as simply as just living life.

I wish kryptonite was still part of my life,
I could here her click her tongue everyday and smile.
Listen to her giggle in that small voice.
See her smile for me and not smile at me from photographs,
Hold her just like we always used to.

I wish me and God had a better connection not like the MTN type I've going on at the moment, that I could hear him speak and know definitely he hears me.
That I could walk and know he walked with me not just assume because I'm meant to have faith and just believe.

I wish! I wish! I wish!

And as I wish, I'm hoping the weekend brings nothing but good times.

Thank God it's Friday folks,
Enjoy your weekend.

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O on: Enigmas Key

2010-07-01T02:18:00.001-07:00

I've promised to quit the game
But she draws me back..
Just like a moth to a flame..
Like a junkie needs his crack.
This pretty lass is on her way to becoming my fix....
The seven to my six.
Tall and fair skinned in the black ensemble
With no idea how much her smile causes my insides to tremble.

It's her birthday and she's the belle of the ball
It's her day and the hawks are at her beck and call...
Ideally that's where I would be..
But fawning over her isn't me
So tomorrow and not tonight I'll make her see.
That our paths were meant to cross and she to become my enigma's key.
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O on: her cost

2010-06-28T00:44:00.000-07:00

I'm sat in a corner, sipping on a tall glass of "refreshing". It's a simple cocktail based on Camus VSOP & Tonic created by blender Roger Chedid.
She's right across me. The hotness oozes all the way across to me. It's her birthday and oh my doesn't she look like the belle of the ball.

Like any typical birthday party involving a pretty lass, this dauphine is surrounded by men eager to please.
From my vantage point I watch, observe and come to a decision in my head.

I know I can make this paragon of beauty purr to the tune I strum...

I also know that as with any conquest, she'll come at a cost. Her cost, I'm not willing to pay right now. And so I'll let her be. I'll remain in the shadows smiling 'cos this will go a little way in helping me balance my ledger with the ever vindictive mistress of life called Karma.

O
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MY On: Dear Mum

2010-06-09T08:09:00.000-07:00

Dear Mum,

Tomorrow makes it 6 years since i heard your voice last. i cant even remember how our last conversation went i just remember you were meant to send me airtime cos mine finished as we spoke. i remember getting the credit but thinking to call you when you got back from the airport so that i wouldn't have to have 2 long conversations. That act cost me my last chance to speak with you and it's one of my major regrets till today.

Mum i miss you goes without saying but i know you set things up so that i wouldn't have to feel your absence and I'm forever grateful to mama T.

Life is different now. i know you see all I'm up to and though some bits may surprise you I'm sure most don't as we had our tussles. Do you remember when you and dad had that argument and you kept going "he is not a virgin" just reminiscing is putting smiles on my face. How's Baby J doing? I'm sure she fitted in perfectly with the rest of the angels up there.

Tell her i miss her and I'm glad she's interceding for her big bro because i know if not for you both, thunder would probably have obliterated me by now.

telling you photography is good goes without saying but i haven't done much lately and before you say anything ma I'm upping things and gonna step up before my next birthday and get everything on track.

I'm sorry i sorta left your house somewhat abandoned especially cos those gardens were your pride and joy but dealing with dad's new contingent and her trying to lord over the place is a tad too much for me but i will visit this weekend or when next i go to town. I've sorta stopped leaving Lagos to head that way. even polo now is in Lagos for me as you well know.

I'm sorry about your business too and letting it die like that. you're a rare gem ma and continuing it was next to impossible cos nobody can do it like you do we tried but it wasn't just the same. nothing was the same after you left us hell even Sandy, Rocky, and Smart and Diana hit the ejector seat on life right after you did.

Baby J going made the house so quiet...... dang that lass was a super star. please tell her i miss her so bad.. so so bad.

Mum i can't connect with the other one. i cant even acknowledge her. it's affected my relationship with dad so much that we either speak on the phone or i go see him in the office. Sucks ey but oh well. I'm a grown man now ( sure you'll have a stitch at that)

I'm sorry we spent most of my adult life fighting and only began to bond in the year you left me. i wish i could turn back time and bond with you even more. do you still drink baileys when you're stressed out?? i miss taking the rest of the wine bottle after you've had a glass and gone to sleep.

Your landscaping is still king in Lagos. The house in lekki still remains the bench mark and 13 years down the line "flower house" still remains the description. i wonder what would have happened if you were here with the boom that hit this country 3-4 years ago. You would have made a killing mama

I love you so much and miss you so bad I'll stop rambling now.

When weez gets back to town we'll pay a visit to see if the sites are properly maintained.

Love

MY On: My Loss

2010-05-30T13:32:00.001-07:00

In him I see me..
Innocent and free..
In her I see you
Gay & dainty with a spirit pure & true.
Like my brother I chose to live
And my soul I sought to deceive
Live fast die freely my mantra
No knowing pain would be my end tantra
In them I see us
And I see in a glimpse what I now consider my loss.

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O on: I wish I was 10 again

2010-05-18T04:21:00.001-07:00

Do you remember when...your close friends became strangers, lollipops turned into cigarettes, the innocent ones turned into sluts, homework goes in the trash, soda became vodka, kisses turned into sex. Remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground? When protection meant wearing a helmet? When the worst thing you could get from boys/girls were cooties? Dads shoulders were the highest place on earth and mom was your hero? Your worst enemies were your siblings. Race issues were about who ran the fastest, the only drug you knew was cough medicine, wearing a skirt didn't make you a slut, the only thing that hurt you was skinned knees and goodbyes only meant until tomorrow? And we just couldn't wait to grow up....

Someone sent me that and it had me thinking...

I'm grown up now and I wish I was 10 again. So I could go back to worrying about not making the commendation list and not thinking about not making the bills this month.

I wish I was a kid again and I didn't have to worry about anything...

I wish I could go back to the years when friends became enemies for only 5 minutes.

When you looked forward to every birthday with glee.

When I'm sorry and please made your problems disappear.

When everything was so simple and lacked complication.

The kicker is though...if I did get my wish to be 10 again.... I'll of course be dreaming of "when I'm older" and the cycle continues..

If only these kids know what "being older holds in store"

Maldito Sea!!! to borrow a phrase from MY.

O

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M on: Selah...

2010-05-11T14:15:00.000-07:00

You may not be their first, their last, or their only. They felt for someone before, they may feel for someone again but if that person has feelings for you now, what else matters?

They are not perfect.... You're not either. The two of you may not be perfect together but if they can make you laugh, cause you to think twice and admit to being human and making mistakes.... Hold on to them and give the most you can.

They may not thinking about you every second of every day but if they gives you a part of them they know you can break... Don't hurt, don't change, don't analyse and don't expect more than they can give

Smile when they make you happy, let them know when they make you mad and miss them when they're not there.

The emote thoughts of M adapted from the words of Bob Marley in celebration of Marley Day 2010
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Who am I

2010-04-11T04:38:00.000-07:00

The guy who just hit the reset button with God.

Had this post about how I'm at crossroads with Life, my business and God.

How the fact that most consider me a guy who has had his breaks cos he's a "rich kid".

The worry that I'm coming off to people as a "rich kid" even though I know I'm just a regular guy on the hustle in Lagos.

But church changed all that.

I hit the reset button

And that's that.

Saludos.

MY.
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Cracks in the wall

2010-02-25T23:23:00.000-08:00

I don't know why, but I'm sure it's not cos I'm seeing people die on grey's anatomy. I'm scared to think It is what it is cos it's been years since the dam broke. Hell it's not even close to any memorable event connected to them but I'm here...
The dam has cracked....
And I've been crying my eyes out all morning.
I never cry but I am now.
The dam has cracked again...
The dam has cracked again.

*No comments please*

Thank you.
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M on wonderful Yaadein

2010-02-07T04:09:00.000-08:00

I'm still in Port Harcourt but heading back today. It's been a wonderful weekend.

*Got myself a new mare. Balanced and fast, she understands the game. Her name is Rosemary but I think I'm gonna rechristen her. Contemplating between Rosa, Azmir, Mocha, Farida or Blackrose.

*Played polo with the guys at the Port Harcourt Polo Club. Total gentlemen I must say. Friendly and accomodating. They showed what the real spirit and cameraderie that the polo community is meant to have. Naval Commander Ibrahim, Captain Tony, Hames Shahimi, Rowland Rochi... Muchas Gracias.

*Alhaji Bashir Yar'adua AKA the head groom and Patron of Hajara farms, thank you for acting like th baba you are. He's got over 20 horses in Port Harcourt and is bringing in more. He's on a mission to get baroque playing so don't be shocked if Baroque ends up a polista.

*FINALLY
Baroque, you're a man after my own heart you made my trip fun. Day and night you made shit happen and dang.... Partying with you pretty much matches rolling with a rockstar.

My Yaadein this weekend...

Wonderful

How was your weekend?

MY
Of the Cerberus

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Port Harcourt this Friday

2010-01-31T23:07:00.001-08:00

I'm going to be in Port Harcourt this weekend.

Playing some chukkas with the boys from Katsina Hajara Farms.

I've never been to PHC before and I would like to hang with folks outside the polo community on my first trip.

If you live in PHC give ur boy a shout out.

Mail2cerberus@gmail.com

Muchas Gracias
Señor M

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O on: Tools of the Trade

2010-01-23T09:43:00.000-08:00

"Are you bringing toys baby?"
Her question... To which I mention,
I'm coming with more than toys lady".
I'm coming with vibrating cock rings,
Heated lubricants amongst other things.
Ropes and a blindfold,
Improvisions from your wardrobe.
I'm coming...
A man with a mission.
To keep you cumming....
Session after session.

I'm coming to introduce you to bondage....
The art of domination.
The need for submission...
Pleasure in total helplessness.
Any act of rebelion crushed in total hopelessness.
I am the master and you are my slave.
And I will show I'm lord over that dripping cave.

I will take your eyes...
The trademark of my brand.
Tie your hands over your head
Ropes on the ceiling.
This scene does not involve a bed.
You will be forced to stand
You will be on your feet
Blindness...
Pain...
Pleasure...
will meet.

Out of nowhere, nails will trace tracks
Enough to hurt but leave no marks.
Lips will find your earlobe
Will suck and nibble.
You'll feel ripples
As fingers tweak your nipples.
I'll stroke your thighs
Brush your clit as I send you on a high.
Your knees will buckle
Your body will tremble
But against your will you will stand
Because my ropes hold your hand.

I'll stop and sit
Watching...
The squirm of your hips.
The curl in Your lips .
The beginning of a scream...
As I toy with my whip,
But I decide on the bullet...
Cos It will swallow ur clit
Sending waves down your cave
as you drip in rivulets.

But You're gonna finish this on your own...

.... cos I'm late for my meeting.

O

Cerberus on : Celebrating 100.

2010-01-23T05:24:00.001-08:00

We clocked 100 posts and that's a milestone.

This is post 101 and it's dedicated to all our friends who come to chill at the den.

Thanks for always stopping by.

Thanks for commenting

Thanks to those who don't comment. We still know you stop by.

To our friends departed recently joined by Nice Anon,
Roc naija,
Scribblemefree,
Fine Boy Agbero,
Buttercup,
Shonavixen (Cameo's don't count),
Confessions of a london girl,
Mocha,
Temite,
Sasuke,

CERBERUS #pourssomeliquor .
Bless you wherever you are.

Love
Hugs
Y
Besos,

M, MY & O
The Tres Mentes Poderoso
That Make up CERBERUS
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O on: Today...

2010-01-07T21:55:00.001-08:00

8th January 2010, my sister would have been 14. My pride and joy and the bundle of energy that could change the dynamics of wherever she was.

I reminisce about her growing up....
How from the gate we always knew she was back from school minutes before seeing her because the commotion she left in her wake was her herald.

I smile when I think of a 4 year old with so much warmth. At 4 she always insisted on getting down at the gate so she could greet everyone on her way in. Garders tending the gardens, drivers. My mother's other staff and shouts of Tee Jay from accross a huge yard inside let us know she was back.

At 6 she lived a complete life. And from this year I will stop questioning the big man upstairs.

I miss my angel.

Mi hermana es contigo Padre......watch her jealously...

O
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O on: To The Lady In the Black Dress

2009-12-26T03:27:00.000-08:00

You're beginning to feel flustered, a searing intense heat.
Your neck, your earlobe, the small of your back ... I'm the reason
Unseen eyes ravage you yet softly caressing like skin on silk.
You begin to look around as your layers begin to unravel.
From calm and collected your search becomes frantic.
I must say, You're a beauty to behold and even sexier when hot and bothered.
From the recesses of the deep Our eyes lock as I step out into the light,
Yours resist mine in defiant challenge very much to my delight.

.........

Your legs buckle as you comprehend the message I send.
For a second, our souls connect as time and distance meld.
My message is so simple that your resistance comes to an end.
I want to rip you in two and like a pile driver drill my way into you.
I want the very essence of your being, to give you pleasure on levels you've never seen
I want to ravage your core as you arc your back and the wall begins to crack
I want the moans that escape your lips to match the thrust of my hips.
As you glide to another extreme.

........

Welcome to my world,
A world filled with debauchery and forbidden pleasures
Sinful moments your body will crave and always treasure.
Sensual experiences that will forever linger...
As you bask in the after glow, you begin to ponder....
who am I?
Angel or Demon what am I??

My name is O,

I'm the man your mother warned you about.

CERBERUS ON: FELIZ NAVIDAD

2009-12-25T00:26:00.000-08:00

‎‎‎We wish u peace,love, health, * blah* blah* blah*......

F#!k dat shit.....

We wish U:

-Great sex,

-Alcohol,

-Mind boggling & toe curling orgasms

&
-Hope u win a f#!kin lottery...

:)♧♍€ƦƦ¥♧ƇĦƦΐŦ$♍Ə$♧:)

From
CERBERUS
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Maldita Sea!!!

2009-12-18T05:48:00.000-08:00

Gato and I finally broke it off...
6 years in an open relationship and now it's over.
I know it's for the best cos she deserves better than the eternal flirt with the short attention span.
But if it's for the best,
why am i feeling so gloomy

Maldita Sea!!!!

MY On:

2009-12-10T09:16:00.000-08:00

EL TORRE (The Tower)

She says “I don't know” or clicks her tongue,
She never knows what she wants or claims not to.
It makes me equate her to a tower
In the midst of so much but still alone
But...
Even towers have parapets and are guarded by people
The same way you have someone watching and guarding you.
©Mayii Mayowa Ogunnusi

Location Tibidabo, Barcelona
Size (WxH) 09.8 x 16.6

MY On: Please Sit Down

2009-12-08T09:12:00.000-08:00

PLEASE SIT DOWN

Please sit down,
I’m hidden from the street,
So do take a seat,
Rest your tired feet,
Relax and hear the birds tweet.

Please sit down,
Take a minute and look around.
The serenity and the calm
Natures all healing balm
Before the crowds of the world cause you to drown,
Take but a moment and please sit down.
©Mayii
Location: Warsaw, Poland
Size: (WxH) 12.1" x 16 .2"

MY on: Tibidabo Sunrise & Sunset

2009-12-07T09:10:00.000-08:00

TIBIDABO SUNRISE & SUNSET

Tibidabo is a mountain overlooking Barcelona, in the Spanish Region of Catalonia. At 512 meters it is the tallest mountain in the Serra de Collserola. Rising sharply to the north-west, it affords spectacular views over the city and the surrounding coastline.

In the Shillouette is the Torre de Collserola a uniquely designed tower located on the Tibidabo hill. It was designed by architect Sir Norman Foster, and built in 1991 for the 1992 Summer Olympics. It features a pod for floor space like many towers but uses guy wires for lateral support like a mast. Mainly used as a TV and radio transmitter, this futuristic design provides the highest viewpoint over the city. The top antenna reaches 288.4m (946 ft) and the top of the pod, which has thirteen floors, reaches 152m (499 ft) with the tenth floor of the pod is open to the public.

Location Tibidabo, Spain
Size (WxH) 17.0 x 11.5

MY On: Lose Yourself

2009-12-06T09:10:00.000-08:00

LOSE YOURSELF

Lose yourself to me
I’m tranquillity in a concrete jungle,
I’m Serenity in the middle of chaos
I’ll bring you a long needed lease of life.
Just Lose Yourself To Me.
©Mayii
Location: Gracia, Barcelona
Size": (WxH) 13.2 x 08.8

MY On: The Lonley Path

2009-12-05T09:05:00.000-08:00

THE LONLEY PATH

She walks down the lonely path,
No one to wipe the tears in her heart,
No one to walk along with her,
And soothe the fears that plague her…

She looks at life through her broken heart,
Making everything grey and dark,
Alone, with her life changed forever,
Starting life anew on nothing, but a prayer….

Life is never ending, and so she walks on,
Hoping for a better tomorrow, she walks into the dawn.
Someday, maybe this path will not be lonely for her again,
But she'll never forget this lonely walk and this pain.
©Anamika of http:\\Yaadein.wordpress.com

Location Fernes, Spain
Size (WxH) 17.0 x 13.9

MY On: Illuminating Soul

2009-12-04T09:02:00.000-08:00

ILLUMINATING SOUL

At the rim of sorrow
He found his heartless mind.
On the brink of despair
He found his soulless heart.

In the sea of destruction
He found his goalless soul.
Centuries dropped dead.

Now on the shore of Time
He finds his searching mind
He finds his crying heart
He finds his illumining soul.
© Sri Chinmoy 1975

Location Lekki, Lagos
Size (WxH) 08.3 x 12.1

O on: Chi

2009-12-04T05:57:00.001-08:00

MY last work titled unending journey evoked this out of me.
He is gracious enough to have it as part of his collection and I would love to share it with you.

Seep into my soul and grant me peace

Help me forget and cause my pain to cease

I'm here to become one with nature

I seek tranquility and for my soul nurture

I yearn for escape from the world around me

To you I come o mighty sea

For in you I find my CHI.
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MY On: The Derelict

2009-12-03T09:01:00.000-08:00

THE DERELICT

Size: 17.0 x 09.5

I was the staunchest of our fleet
Till the sea rose beneath our feet
Unheralded, in hatred past all measure.
Into his pits he stamped my crew,
Buffeted, blinded, bound and threw,
Bidding me eyeless wait upon his pleasure.

Man made me,
And my will is to my maker still,
Whom now the currents con, the rollers steer --

Lifting forlorn to spy
Trailed smoke along the sky,
Falling afraid lest any keel come near!

Man made me,
And my will is to my maker still
To him and his, our peoples at their pier:
Lifting in hope to spy
Trailed smoke along the sky,
Falling afraid lest any keel come near!
© Rudiyard Kipling

2009-12-02T08:39:00.000-08:00

UNENDING JOURNEY
Forever I will walk with you
No matter when, no matter where
Good times or bad, I will be there
Joy and happiness to accrue
©Bill Bard
Size: 18"x10"

MY On: Yaadein... Memories Of The Years Gone By

2009-12-01T08:57:00.000-08:00

I'm going to upload every day an image that's gonna feature in my upcoming exhibition. Please look out for next week's art section in both ThisDay and the Nigerian Guardian. Your boy is being featured.

BLESSED ARE THE HARDWORKING
They give their souls for the Lagos dream
Their reward is great contrary, as it may seem
Blessed are the hardworking I say
God watches over them in his own divine way.
© Mayii
Size 13.7" x 8.8"

O on: I'm wondering

2009-11-30T04:00:00.001-08:00

...Who has Lami's number cos I wanna have dinner with her.
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MY On: Rules of Driving in Lagos 101

2009-11-18T04:03:00.000-08:00

SO Baroque did a post on road rage. a friend sent me the rules of engagement when it comes to driving in Lagos. And Maldita Sea do they apply.

1. When in doubt, accelerate!

2. Be prepared to ram anything stoping you wearing uniform in Lagos (police, traffic warden,FRSC, Kai brigade, fire brigade, VIO, lastma, lamata, laswa, even lawma sef)

3. If you get caught by any chance, DO NOT allow them to enter your car, if they happen to get in DO NOT drive from that spot (vere off traffic & settle 5hun), and if they don’t agree, form calling your uncle who is in the army (believe me it always works), never follow them to ANY sort of office except you wanna pay X10

4. Never give police or VIO your original particulars (whether expired or up to date)

5. Danfo drivers believe they are immortal. NEVER yield to the temptation to teach them otherwise.

6. Okada riders have a pact with suicide, avoid them like a plaque

7. Avoid BRT buses in all ramifications, they have NO brakes

8. Taxi cabs (oko asewo) should always have the right of way, all of them have been driving in Lagos for 25yrs.

9. Never, ever, stop for a pedestrian unless he flings himself under the wheels of your car.

10. The first parking space you see will be the last parking space you see. Grab it. Survival of the fittest you may say!

11. Learn to swerve abruptly. In Lagos, potholes (and sometimes car-holes) are put in key locations to test drivers’ reflexes and shock absorbers,( I saw one man fishing in one of the potholes last week).

12. There is no such thing as “one-way”in Lagos. Expect traffic from any direction at all times. The okada riders are the experts in this area.

13. Never get in the way of a car that needs extensive bodywork, except you want to spend ur whole saturday @ the panel beater’s place.

14. Morning rush-hours are equivalent to Lagos grand prix (who gets to the junction first)

15. There is no such thing as a short-cut during rush-hour traffic in Lagos. Everybody might be inclined to take that ’short-cut’.

16. When asking for directions, always ask at least 3 people. Lagosians ALWAYS claim to know every inch of the city – even areas they’ve never been to.

17. Use extreme caution when pulling into service lanes. Service lanes are not for breaking down the traffic, but for speeding, especially during rush hour.

18. Never use directional signals, since they only confound and distract other Lagos drivers, who are not used to them.

19. Similarly, never attempt to give hand signals. Lagos drivers, unused to such courtesies, will think you are making obscene gestures to them. This could be very bad for you in Lagos.

20. Hazard lights (popularly called “double pointer”) is not, (as commonly supposed) used to indicate a hazard. It is a warning to you that he is a bona fide Lagos driver, he’s headed ’straight’ and as such, will not stop under any circumstance. Take him extremely seriously especially if he backs it up with a continuous blast from his “horn”.

21. At any given time, do not stand on the zebra crossing expecting traffic to yield to you, or else you will have to explain to the on coming traffic whether you look like a zebra.

22. Speed limits are arbitrary figures posted only to make you feel guilty.

23. Remember that the goal of every driver is to get there first by whatever means necessary.

24. In Las Gidi every spot is a potential bus stop. FRSC and LASTMA know that too. It is in their constitution.

25. Above all, keep moving. Even with a flat tire!!!

26. HORNING IN LAGOS
- ‘Horn’ when someone executes a dangerous manoeuvre.
- ‘Horn’ when you’re about to move off.
- ‘Horn’ when you’re about to overtake.
- ‘Horn’ when someone is about to overtake you.
- ‘Horn’ when turning into a road.
- ‘Horn’ when emerging from a road.
- ‘Horn’ back when someone horns at you. It’s considered good etiquette.
- ‘Horn’ when you hear a chorus of horns. Don’t worry if you don’t know what all the ‘horning’ is about.
- ‘Horn’ when you’re happy.
- ‘Horn’ to the beat when you’re playing music in your car.

Good luck, as you expeditiously navigate through Lagos and hustle and bustle!

M on: District 9... Epiphany

2009-11-17T22:01:00.001-08:00

So I just finished watching District 9 and I must say, I'm rooting for this film to clinch a bucket full of awards. Neil Blomkamp & Terri Tatchell have succeeded in 100 minutes to create an avenue for soul searching.

Ignore the so called "slur against the Nigerian Nation" and look at the big picture that District 9 paints. Our prejudice against what is not like us. No matter where we are, refugees co exist among us. The Ghanians came and we said Ghana must go. So did the Liberians and see what we did to them. The "aliens" who came to us by no choice of theirs.

All beings created by the supreme one are the same even if they don't look like us. We all talk about Racism and Profiling. We speak against Xenophobia and all forms of prejudice but the thing is, the very core of the message district 9 sends, is that we are all guilty. In one way or the other we have failed our fellow man who by no choice of his own is forced to stay among us by doing something as easy as just turning the other way.

District 9 has opened my eyes to see what I never saw before all it takes is a split second for the wheels to turn and with that for those who still don't get the message of this my ramble,

Read Half of a Yellow Sun By and then watch District 9 again. Anyone of us could be Wikus Van de Merwe and what happens when we become the alien we persecuted........Selah

M
of the Cerberus
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MY On: The Project So Far

2009-10-28T06:29:00.000-07:00

It started out as an exhibtion in celebretion of me being home for a year. It has evolved into something much larger. here's a copy of the press release going out to media houses.....

Yaadein: Memories Of The Year Gone By is a celebration of photography, wine and cognacs from the 11th – 13th of December 2009 at the prestigious XO Winery & Stores located at 82 Raymond Njoku, in Ikoyi Lagos. Yaadein will be the first photography exhibition to take place in a winery in Nigeria and this event will bring together individuals of fine taste and impeccable culture who will be hosted by Roger Chedid, A master wine and Cognac Connoisseur and his team.

To commemorate this Event, M.M.O Photography in collaboration with XO Winery has put together a collectors edition coffee table book. This publication will contain the exhibited images, Selected poetry as well as information on select exquisite wines and cognacs ranging from history, vintage, storage and serving temperatures, compatible meals and appetizers.

1500 copies of the photo book will be produced with 500 copies distributed at no cost to select hotels, restaurants, airport lounges, embassies and other upscale locations while 600 copies will be distributed for sale in time for the Christmas festive period via Silverbird Lifestyle, This day media stores, Farafina and Jazzhole. An additional 400 copies will be sold during the exhibition itself creating a location reach of 1000 locations.

MMO photography is the brainchild of Nigerian Born, Spanish Influenced photographer Mayii . While the book is a collectors edition keepsake, The exhibition is a must see and the pieces a must own for anyone with an eye for art.

Mas Besos

El Loco Hombre.

MY On: Lord Give me Strength

2009-10-23T12:54:00.000-07:00

I sit down here in the dark listening to lounge music and sipping on some brandy.
I'm neck deep planning Yaadein. In case you don't know, that's my the theme title for the photo exhibition I had slated for early december this year.

I'm sitting in the dark listening to depressing Sade Adu and nursing my brandy simply because I need the Lord's strength to tread on. I'm currently looking to raise over 500,000 Naira from Ad sales spanning 4 full pages in the autographed catalogue.

I've been getting negative vibes about time frame, end of year, closed books and what not that alone can depress the s***t out of me but with friends like Freaksho and Pen & Paper encouraging me on as well as my blogville family, I know I can tread and trod on.

Blogville If you know any corporate or individual companies looking to place a full page Advert in my catalogue please let me know and do spread the word on my behalf.
I have just 4 pages ... Front Inner, Back inner and 2 inside pages.

Muchas Gracias.
MY
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M on: Traffic Rant

2009-10-22T00:31:00.001-07:00

It's been over an hour I've been in traffic.

Trapped and helpless, I feel claustrophobic.

My thoughts are constricted, and beginning to become spastic.

I equate this to my life's Journey
To my strive and search for life's honey.

Not with greed but simply out of need.

Most times my search seems futile.

My failed efforts enough to make others senile.

But I tread and trod on,
I'm God's son,
And for that reason alone,
The battle is won.

Aluta Continua, Victoria ascerta.

M

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MY On: The Lady in the Black Dress haunts my thoughts

2009-10-16T02:40:00.000-07:00

The Lady in the black dress and red pumps haunts my thoughts. Last time I saw her was at the party in my head….

“Dude pucker up and lets get kicking” my wingman Scribblemefree screams. It’s Thursday and there’s party that’s pundits like Bellanaija and the guys at Blogvillegist say is gonna be the best event on the Blogville calendar. I’m pumped up and good to go but we need to pick up Lowlah on the way and that drive isn’t something I’m looking forward to. Luckily, Freaksho is the designated driver tonight so I can still get into El Loco Hombre Mode.

Club Tweetville is packed and filled to the brim with beautiful people with Paparazzi and fashion police everywhere. VJ Seykuyinu is on the screens dropping some madass beats. There’s this dude trying to chat up Bumight and some chick taking photos on her BB and typing… That has to be Kpakpandostar. I see the Roc, Danny Bagucci, Dante, Chari with some hotties that look liked they popped out of the model section of vibe magazine up in the VIP and their table looks like it’s gonna fall under the load of Armand D’ it’s carrying.

Scribblemefree always the ladies man saunters off to join Funms d rebirth, LovePaprika, Jayla, Shona, Tigeress and Vera while Lowlah bounds off with Vic to chase some girls I’m sure. Freaksho is with the rest of the Two Tech Crew leaving me all alone. I guess it’s time for me to go grab my party starter… 3 straight shots of tequila and a small Heineken to chase it down.

As I head towards the bar, I spot her…. 5ft 7 black dress and red pumps sitting by the bar nursing a bottle of tequila, drawing on a cigarette and taking in the room. Maldita Sea!!! This gal is muy muy rubia. Tres sexy is an understatement for what I see in front of me and I now have a reason apart from a drink to her to that bar. The way she drew on her cigarette made me feel like inhaling the smoke coming from her lips would give me a rush even undiluted heroin will find it hard to compete with.

MY MY!!!, I turn as I hear my name, it’s Miss Natural, Rene, Smaragd and MsRayo. “Where have you been “ is their chorus and I begin to profusely make my excuses and be back on my way. The dude chatting up Bumight earlier joins us, turns out he’s Medianemesis and I use that opportunity to fade stopping to holler at Iamblogoratti.

Finally I get to the bar but she’s gone and as I try to get some information from the bar man, a chap next to me begins a Robbyscribbles for mayor tirade. “ I’m voting for Bubusn cos he’s Mr. #lightupnigeria so SHUT UP!!”. He leaves and I finally get to talk to the bartender. He said he didn’t know her name but from her accent she’s from Dxb. She comes around every weekend and manages to drink all the guys under the table and still be cool. Told me about this one time she drank with FBA and Doug and nobody ever heard from them again though the car was found hanging off a cliff.

“why not swing by tomorrow Mr MY I’m sure she’ll be here about 8 with Sirius.”

I head back to the party with a mind to come back here tomorrow but tonight, the lady in the black dress and red pumps haunts my thoughts

(* Like i said, it was at a party in my head. This post though imaginary, refers to someone real and she should know who she is... But the thing is you guess who. This should be interesting. )

Montones Besos
El Loco Hombre
MY

MY On: Again we apologise.

2009-10-16T02:39:00.000-07:00

We owe the family a thousand apologies. Blaming it on twitter wont work 'cos I'm the only one on twitter and I've been absent there too. I've been so so busy planning an MY photo exhibition, trying to help O find the perfect business opportunity and M find a new Job. It aint easy being part of Cerberus but we try.

I've got an exhibition coming up mid November and selecting the pieces, getting them printed and publicity is driving me nuts especially because i want to exhibit just 8 pieces. What i can tell you now for certain is that the exhibition is going to be held at a Bodegas in Ikoyi in November but I'll keep the family posted.

On the other hand, if you wouldn't mind helping, pop along to www.mayii.shutterchance.com and choose 8 pieces you would pay 500$ for and email to me at mail2cerberus@gmrail.com.
muchas gracias in advance.

going on, my spanish has retarded to the point of practical inexistence supported once in a while by incoherrent babbling.. Okay it's not that bad but situation is critical.

Hope all is well it blogville. look out for my main post

With love
Your favourite Loco Hombre.
MY

My On: Otondo ... Primary Assignment

2009-09-11T01:12:00.001-07:00

First I'll like to hype the hottest lounge in our city of blogville. it's called tweetville and if you haven't been, you are on a long thing my friend.

So i served my 14 day sentence in fox river (Lagos orientation camp. All other camps are Sona prison LWKMD!!) and my Parole officer assigned me to my primary assignment. see me thinking it was gonna be fun.

Check dis folks, the day i go to report i am mobbed by 7 women o
s
Yes you heard me, not 1, or 2,3,4,5,6,......7 yes 7.

I was posted ( note the use of the word "was" cos i reject my sharply) to a federal government monitoring group for communications. As I reach there apart from the security all the people I met till I got to the office were women.

When i got to the office to report if you see the way the director shouted. " Finally a man"
I was like ehn???
the monitoring office has 7 personnell 6 of them were women me the unlucky corper was to be the addition.
as my Ibo brethren will say MBA!!!

My welcome was so nice all of them hugging e con be like sey na competition for who can hug the longest.

My people i form married o with new born baby (my niece) one woman said" it doesn't matter"

hmmm..

If the women were fine sef, I for manage

If dem no be like hippopotamus, If for think am

But my people these were WOMEN scratch that MADAMS scratch that again BLEACHED OUT WOSKY TIGERS.

Sharp sharp, I ask for rejection before all these tigers eat me raw for my mama.

I can't shout.

Montones Besos,
MY....The number 1 otondo in Lagos

O on: Lady in Red *2

2009-09-08T10:32:00.000-07:00

continued from here

She comes out of her world to order another glass only to be told the bottle is exhausted.

The moment of confusion is evident on her face...

I have an idea where her head is at....

Another vintage...

Another drink....

It's time to make my move.

"
Me:
Hi I don't mean to interrupt your solitude but the waiter explained a predicament they have ro me and it will be my pleasure to share what's left of my bottle with you.

She:
Thanks but..

Me :
Not a problem, my name is O and I'm having dinner across the room. I can see you're here for some alone time so I'll leave you to it.
"

I head back to my table to finish my dinner leaving the bottle with the waiter and wait for what I'm confident will come.

Wether she wants it to happen or not, thoughts of me will continue to break into her solitude.

My friends arrive and I'm not alone anymore. With our banter cutting accross the room, I catch her sneak looks at me every once in a while meeting each time with a smile.I know her interest is piqued.

I notice her have a discussion with the waiter who no doubt is doing his part

From the corner of my eye, I see her get up to leave...

I'm wondering if played my cards wrong when the maitre'd aproaches my table and slips me a note... "From the lady in red sir"

"Thanks for the wine,
I can see you're busy.
My number is ﹟
Call me...
L"

I smile because my weekend just took a new dimension....

O

O on: Lady in Red

2009-09-07T02:33:00.000-07:00

I step into the bar like I always do and pause.....

I come here every weekend and the crowd is pretty much always the same but tonight it's not. She's sitting at the bar sipping on a glass of wine. Beautiful, young & nubile in a room filled with older people, She's sticking out like a sore thumb but I like the way she doesn't care. Totally engrossed in her drink and her thoughts, I observe her rebuff attempts from moths drawn to flame from across the room.

"I'm sorry Mr.O we just opened the last bottle" the waiter tells me as I order wine to go with my meal. Out of curiosity I enquire and I'm told it's the lady by the bar. My respect for her grows because not only is the vintage rare in this part of the world, only a connoisseur would pick it.

My play is decided and I lay out the instructions.

"
O: Give me a glass and hold the rest of the bottle for me

O: When she asks for a refill, tell her....

Waiter: Not a problem sir.

"

Now it's time to wait....

TBC
O

O on: mile high hookup

2009-09-04T05:54:00.001-07:00

She's tall.. curvacious and for all i know she could be a Victoria Secret model...

She's right behind me on the queue at the check in counter and i fight the instinct to chat her up. I'm gonna take my time with this bombshell.

we've boarded and she's sitting in front of me...

work first so i wrap up my presentation and practice for a hour all the while mulling my approach.

The flight is quite scanty so she's alone on her row and so am I

She's reading a self help book and she's got work in front of her as well so i decide on my approach...

I tear a sheet of paper and write

"
Excuse my means but my intention is at the minimum to make you laugh this monday morning.

I would love to have a conversation, can i take the seat next to you...

Yes come over

No do not disturb me

Ps. you should be smiling by now.

"

I pass the note...

she passes it back...

Yes come over

2 hours of laughter and conversation,

I head off to my meeting with plans for dinner and drinks secured..

O

O on: It's Time to Retire

2009-09-02T09:06:00.001-07:00

I’m standing outside the galleria with this bombshell after seeing hangover and phone beeps...

*I wanna see you, meet me at the galleria*

She’s what I’ll call a “dead” link so I’m thinking to myself it’s time to get out of here but miss pretty isn’t ready she’s trying to plan the rest of the evening so we’re standing there talking with friends for over 30 minutes.

You know it’s time to retire when more than 5 girls that are still “live” coincidentally cross your path in 30 minutes…

O

My On: Life in Fox RIVER

2009-09-01T05:50:00.000-07:00

I’ve had people ask me how life was in fox river (that’s the NYSC orientation camp.) I know a few blogville citizens will be sentenced to serve 21 days so consider this an inside scoop

In that zone,
We have our Prison guards (the soldiers)
Our Sarah Tancredi’s who’ll give you a get out of jail card (exeat) (medical corpers)
The governor ( State Coordinator)
The warden (Camp Commandant)

In that Zone:

• You’ve got your prison cells you share with at least 24 other people

• The rule don’t drop the soap still very much applies except you have no fear of skin diseases of course.

• Doing the number one and two takes more will power than physical power.

• Though the Guards (soldiers) act like they are from hell they are actually quite nice.

• You HAVE TO wake up at o430 in the morning everyday

• Your liver faces an onslaught of alcohol abuse for 14-21 days

• All the guards have a price so if you can’t take it any more, dip your hands in your pockets and get someone to name a price

• It’s a mixed prison so you need to take serious advantage of the opportunity

• Even if you can, don’t let then know you can march cos if you do, your life will be so over. While everyone else is in the yard ( Mamy) you’ll be busy being the commandant’s bitch

• Getting it on is frowned upon and considering the lack of discrete locations in Fox River most resort to grimy means… why not serve out your 21-day sentence I always ask?

If you are gonna serve a 14 or 21 day sentence in fox river,you will need:
• Bedsheets

• A bucket

• A waist pouch

• Ditch the soap go shower gel

• Loads of white tees, shorts & socks

• Underwear too except you plan to wash

• Most Importantly, Loads of cash!!!!

MY

MY On: The life of an Otondo

2009-08-31T06:17:00.000-07:00

The Life of an otondo Is complex yet so simple.
The phrase “you are wrong” the chorus of our daily song
If you are not on the parade ground you are wrong
If you are sleeping at 0500 you are wrong
If you are not wearing white on white you are wrong
If you are not drinking, cavorting or making friends you are wrong.
I lived that life for 14 days and will continue to do so for the next year.
I’m serving my country in the hopes that my country will serve me.

I have missed you guys soooo muchhh

MY

O on: Paying Tax

2009-08-28T02:05:00.001-07:00

As a resident of the city of blogville I know that all the city demands from us is to pay our taxes in form of updates well mine have been well overdue now.

I’ll start by making apologies on behalf of the Cerberus for being absent for so long. We never thought that all 3 of us would ever leave the den at the same time but it happened and due to disconnected internet, faulty blackberries and one of us becoming an otondo, we’ve missed updating, commenting on our favorite blogs and generally being responsible citizens of blogville (now is it blogville or blogsville???)

Anyways the prodigal trio are back home with a slew of updates e’ve been holding for y’all neighbors.

Catch you around

O

M on: Chill And Relax AUGUST

2009-08-04T05:30:00.000-07:00

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You've had your ass whupped and kicked...
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It's Sunday and tomorrow it starts all over again...
You need a BREAK!!!!
YOU NEED TO CHILL AND RELAX
You need to be treated to AN EVENING OF POETRY, SPOKEN WORD, COMEDY & GOOD MOOD MUSIC before you run-off to restart the cycle which is your week.

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Your Ticket gives you access to an offering of:
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M on: It looks Bad but it's the best thing that happened to you

2009-07-29T02:33:00.000-07:00

This is a cut and paste that inspired me © Phil Evans
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The story is told of a king in Africa who had a close friend with whom he grew up. The friend had a habit of looking at every situation that ever occurred in his life (positive or negative) and remarking, "This is good!"

One day the king and his friend were out on a hunting expedition. The friend would load and prepare the guns for the king. The friend had apparently done something wrong in preparing one of the guns, for after taking the gun from his friend, the king fired it and his thumb was blown off. Examining the situation, the friend remarked as usual, "This is good!"

To which the king replied - "No, this is not good!" and proceeded to send his friend to jail.

About a year later, the king was hunting in an area that he should have known to stay clear of. Cannibals captured him and took him to their village. They tied his hands, stacked some wood, set up a stake and bound him to the stake.

As they came near to set fire to the wood, they noticed that the king was missing a thumb. Being superstitious, they never ate anyone who was less than whole. So untying the king, they sent him on his way.

As he returned home, he was reminded of the event that had taken his thumb and felt remorse for his treatment of his friend. He went immediately to the jail to speak with his friend.

"You were right," he said, "it was good that my thumb was blown off." And he proceeded to tell the friend all that had just happened." And so, I am very sorry for sending you to jail for so long. It was bad for me to do this."

"No," his friend replied, "This is good!"

"What do you mean, 'This is good'? How could it be good that I sent my friend to jail for a year?"

"If I had not been in jail, I would have been with you, and not here with you right now."

In a very unusual way, the message here unfolds into exposing the following principle about life.

"Absolutely everything happens for a purpose; and out of what seems like adversity at the time; always comes good".

I'm sure that if any of us care to reflect back on the tragedy's, the heartaches, the 'bad times' in our lives, that we discover that we have really grown or developed during that period of time:even though the reflection may still cause us discomfort in some way.

It is in this way that we slowly gather experience and wisdom, and even though we may think or feel that it is unfair, that's the way it is.

"This is good". Many of our life's experiences have saved us from some form of cannibals; it's just that we often don't know that they have at the time.

So, for a simple example to help with awareness: next time you may begin to feel you are being 'wronged' by being stuck in a traffic jam, think about the cannibals that could be lurking down the road a bit,but will be gone by the time you get there.

Now that's a bit different, but worth trying: "this is good" - despite the circumstances.

Remember: "What others do or say is their stuff; how we react, or not, is our stuff"!
And: "True Happiness in life isn't having what you want, but wanting what you have"! 