…and the story was told of a little village where there had been drought for a long while, and the people prayed and prayed and prayed for rains to fall, yet rain fell not. Then, the people questioned God, and He answered them saying do you believe I can make the rains to fall? Yes they replied. Fast for seven days. After seven days, it still did not rain and the people murmured, but, You said we should fast for seven days. Yes I did but, did not say it would rain after seven days; wanted to know how obedient you people were. Haba, after these periods of drought, do You really think we will disobey or not believe You? Okay then, in that case fast for one more day and when you want to break the fast you should all gather at the town hall to pray. Then, your prayers shall be answered.

…and as the last sets of amen resounded, in torrents the rains fell. However, only a little girl remembered to bring an umbrella.

…and when the quest is over, we always return home.

…that you have worked ought to be tutelage but, we hardly get that these days, we just work through under a ‘master’ does not qualify you as a ‘master’.

‘Mastership’ is a process many a times, tedious where one works consciously and continually to learn a trade.

Haha, no wonder someone okay, one of my Professors back in school said; “Master a good technique, then, leave yourself to inspiration.”

What are you thinking about? The challenge now. What challenge? Afrobabe, Ibi, ShonaVixen, Buttercup (though, seemingly unsure), have dared me to make them giggle, i need to indulge them. Hmmm, seems Truthmasta wants me to tell him how i intend to achieve this unfortunately, tough luck.

Now, let’s see; Sirus, NoLimits, Rita, Buttercup identify all four correctly. Doug, Enkay & Simplegal knew they were four but, not sure if they identified them correctly though.

Ambidextrous, one who uses both hands. Write with my left-hand but, do most other chores with my right. Oops, seems i have a companion in Standtall. Toluwa & Aloofar i love your confidence, to be proudly wrong. ShonaVixen, Buttercup, Rita, tres bien. ShubbyDoo, common be decisive.

Three girlfriends, unfortunately not had the luxury. Sirus, Rita you guys are wrong, oops, dead wrong. Original Mgbeke (my e-sweetheart), Vera, Mizcynic correct.  Wow, Temite more than three? Kafo, why must it be an odd number? Qmoney, where do you stand?

Smoke, i don’t. Bumight, Afrobabe, Good Naija Girl, Sirus, Ibi, NoLimit, Shubby Doo, Funms-the rebirth, Rita, In my Head and Around Me no i don’t smoke. Original Mgbeke, Temite, ShonaVixen, you are wrong i don’t smoke but, we could go have a puff for trials. However, it must be cuban cigar sha oh.

Giggle, the bonus. i don’t giggle. If i have to lie then, i got to do it seriously.

Hmmm, so the only truth there is that i am ambidextrous. NoLimit, do you know me? But then, in all everyone was a winner someway….

Why are you grinning? Nothing oh. You, lailai, I don’t believe you. Ok, can’t you see my boss looks awkward the way he is handling the mouse with his left-hand? See who is talking, ain’t you also lefty like your boss? But, I use my right-hand to handle the mouse. Actually, I am ambidextrous. You, must you always make it a point to look for Encarta? Funny enough, this once, I really would have loved to use any other word but ambidextrous, unfortunately, it has no synonym.

You are a flirt. Sorry? I said you are a flirt, if nobody has told you before; well I am telling you now. If I was a flirt, I would have a bevy of babes but, no such thing; infact, I have only had three girlfriends. I am not buying that. Come to think of it don’t you know that flirts are those who can make ladies to giggle?

What? Did you call me a geek? Yeah, but, it baffles me how you seem such a geek and you also smoke; never been able to figure it out. Well, does that not tell you I ain’t a geek? Anyway, I don’t smoke as often as before, just occasionally these days.

Come Aloofar why on earth did you tag me? How am I supposed to tell two truths and one lie or is it vice-versa, when you know I giggle when I tell a lie? Anyway, I have indulged you with not just three but four so, figure out which is which.

What is your opinion about blogging? Therapeutic! Why you ask? Nothing just amused at how addictive blogging can become. Hmmm, that is quite true sha. So, tell me, why did you start blogging? A friend once sent me a link to a post she did and I was like hmmm, I can do this. At least, ‘twill be an avenue to store all my writings and thots. What do you mean? …used to write quotes et al on papers before and the likes you know. So, is that what you still do? No, no not really; like life ‘thas evolved. Now I try to capture moments and events but, the ultimate about each post is that the comments complete I think compliment should be the word it. As in you could form a whole new post with the comments alone. The comments express people’s thots and person. ‘Thots’, I understand, what do you mean by ‘person’? I know you are leading me somewhere; I think I am curious to know the destination. Who am I not to indulge you? Anyway, do you know you can know people through their blogs? How? People’s characters and attitudes can be deciphered through their writings? Are you sure? Someone could write to create a different persona…… Yes, only someone cannot write consistently with the created persona for so long without slipping; and with the slip, the true ‘person’ is revealed. I am trying not to get lost with your train of thots.  Don’t fight the idea, which is why most times you may never actually ‘read’ what you are reading, just believe it. Are you saying you read between the lines when you read posts or what? Nope, I read strictly for pleasure and if one reads lazily one unconsciously picks out what even the writer realized not he or she was passing across. I will try to be conscious about it when next I am reading a post. Once you make a conscious effort then, you have failed before you even start. Whatever, so, what else is peculiar about blogging?

 

In blogsville, you get to know people before talking to them; unlike in the real world where you get to talk to one another, gauging, poking, pretending courtesy, observing all in trying to know a ‘person’ character & attitude through the ‘little details’ (hobby, career, likes, travels et al). However, in blogsville you already ‘know’ people through their ‘writings’ and you only get to know the ‘little details’ when if you meet. Se you get my drift now, the ‘person’ is the constant while the ‘little details’ is subject to change per time.

Congratulations. For what? Haha, the new baby now. Thank you but, alakoba ni e. How? Sebi your brother’s wife just gave birth? Ehen, now you are just talking, what if the babe i am ’scooping’ heard you? What do you mean? You think she would have heard the concluding part sebi your brother’s wife just gave birth? Whatever, shey you know you are next? For what? Does it look as if i am married? Exactly what i am saying, ’tis your turn to marry, abi you don’t know you are next moreover, there are others after you? Haha, you better don’t sow wrong thots, if my younger brother is ready to marry i shall gladly give him my blessing. Tell me you have joined ‘em looking for Ms. Perfect? Of course not, only, i have an idea of her. Describe her. Have done that before; abi, you want to go scout for her? But, you know you don’t always get ‘em exactly as you dream ‘em? You know, i would have agreed with you, infact, at some point i actually thot my dreams were too lofty………..

So, what changed that? You see, i was communing with a recently made friend and the more we communed, the more i felt comfortable. Till i did something i like to do. Pray tell, what do you like to do? Put pen to paper. You know, you have a knack for confusing people. Write! What do you mean? Ok, i tried to describe her. So? While i was reading comments, a particular one struck me. And…… You are never patient, haba. Anyway, i realised what i was probably one of the very last to realise. What was that? …that i just described in detail someone i had crystallised in my ‘minds i’ a long time ago. What are you getting at? If you dare to dream ‘her’ or ‘him’, believe me that person does exist. I don’t get you. Ok, listen. You don’t need to compromise on the basic things you want in ‘her’ or ‘him’. I so wish ’tis true. But, it is.

…would so much love to write something new but, in retrospect, what was said last year still seems new.

For the camaraderie of friendship (did someone say, virtual?) thank you, is said, for the opportunity to share thots and words.

As the year ebbs to its close and another year prepares to slip in; let’s remember to always see the glass as half full.

Thus, dusk is near but, more importantly, a new dawn beacons and through it all what can we say save Thank You Lord for been our help in ages past and our hope and assurance for years to come.

Word for word, thot for thot she is a match. She understands that the pen is much mightier than the sword; and challenges anyone who thinks ‘actions speak louder than words’ because, ‘tis words that gives character to action. She is discreet, she’s engaging. Oh, yeah engaging, she’ll make you gasps for more. Like Oliver, I know not; why not wait till you meet. She is captivating both in words and looks? Looks? …guess you would want to challenge that. Afterall, opinions are personal you’d repeat to me. But, trust me even if only this once and you probably will never doubt me again. Oh, don’t even think that route; she ain’t a goddess. Goddesses are beyond human comprehension, they are myths. Illusions.

She wants a house filled with love, yeah that is her definition of a home and compact that would be easy to clean. The house should also have a garden with trees and a hammock where she can lie in the evenings to read. Of course, the hammock will serve multiple purposes to include snuggling with her hubby. Like a quiver full of arrows, the children of one’s youth are likened. Surely, she want children too; a set of twins they better be identical, if not, the essence would almost be lost and an adopted one. Don’t ask, “Why an adopted one?” That is her person.

She has natural long flowing hair, which she normally lets down. She does not seem to follow the trends in vogue, yet, she is classy; …only one can describe a dress as; “It’s a short purple dress…with a brown belt and shoes”. I did not say royal purple is her favorite colour, ‘tis actually pink and black.

Of course, for what she wants, she will wager the right words. Trust me she can also be a spendthrift though, she wants to start saving more.

I think she is inquisitive but, you probably won’t know ‘cos she knows how to bid her time. Don’t be caught off-guard she is extremely observant. She is trusting and for some reason I am tempted to say adventurous also only, ‘m not sure she would be willing to dare the Mount Everest.

So, do you have a picture of her in your ‘minds I’? Oh, did I mention that she’s cute? Well, she is. ……..do you know her?

Again? What? You are simply a rebel. Haba, at least file the charges against me and allow me to plead ‘not guilty’ or ‘innocent’. What did your boss tell you last end of year party? That I was simply a rebel, which we both know isn’t exactly true. Why did he say that? We were supposed to wear a touch of green, but, unfortunately try as much as I could I didn’t find anything in my wardrobe with even a stain of green. Although sha, much after the party I realised I could have just bought a green silk knots and used with a white shirts.

 

So, why didn’t you get a red one this time? At least you know I honestly don’t have anything red. Hey before you start thinking of excuses, we know your wardrobe is filled with blues and white but so don’t give us that line. It won’t be accepted. Funny enough, I accept ‘some’ fault because I actually planned on changing the threading of the button-hole of one of my shirts to red. Procrastination…. Fair enough at least you had the thots.  But, why did you say ‘some’ fault? Oh, because I wore a red hand-band which I obtained from a Senior Colleague which will not be known if you talk not.