Mrs Mandela

Woah, just finished watching a "fact-based drama" about Mrs Winnie Mandela.
She was so sick.

Strength in the face of adversity. She's admirable.
But then she went on a bit of a mad one at the end. I guess the oppression can drive one crazy.

I don't like to imagine it, but if I often wonder what I'd be like if I lived in South Africa when apartheid was at its peak. I like to think I'd be at the forefront of the resistance. I like to think I'd be like Mrs Mandela. She just waltzed into the liquor store for whites only, casually bought some alcohol; she shouted at the police, shoved them when they were holding rifles ready to shoot; met with fellow activists even when it was illegal. Mmm. But you just can't tell. It angers me so much to think that a group of people could ever think that they have the right to do what they did to the natives of SA though. Erghh, it's actually disgusting. Nonsense. Nonsense and rubbish.

Eesh, I'm so grateful that I do not live in conditions anywhere close to SA's apartheid or segregation in America. Though, the things that arose from it - strength of a people, beautiful music, inspiring literature - are things that are so wonderful because of the struggles.
I sometimes think that I don't have the right to write my kind of poetry. When I write about racism, and minding the gap. Cos I don't know the half of it. I'm so lucky.

I'm a black woman. I can vote (in April), I can go to school - a good school, I can get treated in a hospital, I don't have to settle for crappy cleaning jobs my whole life, I have freedom of speech, I can marry a white man and I could probably be prime minister if I really wanted to :)

70 years back, I probably wouldn't even be able to write this blog.
If not for revolutionaries like Mrs Mandela, Rosa Parks, Maya Angelou (the list goes on), I might not be the person I am today.

I want to be a revolutionary. I want to make a difference. Open doors that are closed to people like me...though thankfully there aren't many, maybe there aren't any.

Hmm. La vie est belle.

Mother Edwards

Today in English, Mother Edwards threw out a really great idea.

We were discussing Shakespeare's Othello, the fact that a contemporary audience would've been on the same wavelength as Brabantio who didn't like the idea of his beautiful daughter Desdemona eloping with The Moor. At the time, foreigners in England, who were not few or far between, were seen as exotic, intriguing and were not in general treated badly. But the thought of a foreigner mixing with an English person - cross-breeding in effect - was something that they were not at all keen on, because there was the whole notion of being pure in one's breeding etc. I don't think white supremacy was in the fore of their minds, but I imagine it was lingering in the background somewhere.

Anyway.

She said that we, the audience of today, can actually still relate to Brabantio. We've moved passed the days, the majority of us, of being afraid of miscegenation because the idea of 'cross-contamination' doesn't make sense anymore. For a lot of people, Mother Edwards and Mando's ma included, caramel-coloured babies are quite appealing. Ha.
Yeah, so she said we can relate because, though it's not a colour thing, there's is still the fear, or slight apprehension, towards other cultures.
I concur.
Her example was if one of her sons was to marry a Muslim woman who wore a burka, she'd be fine with it, but the worry would be the extreme differences between the two cultures.
Like all the different holidays and festivals. The culture of a distant country in which she's been brought up, that dictates the way a child is raised.

The morals and life values that we have are so heavily influenced by our cultural upbringing. It's mental. In Europe, if you beat your kid today, it's frowned upon. In Africa, if you don't beat your kid, it's frowned upon. In Europe, the 'respect your elders' thing is rapidly fading, maybe it's even faded. In Africa, it's essential that you greet your elders whenever you see them with a head nod/bow, and it's the young ones that do all the work. I could go on for days. This kinda stuff bloody fascinates me.

You know what though, written down, this doesn't really seem that interesting or groundbreaking.
But in the lesson, I was like Mmm yeah. That is so true. Wow.

Neverrminndd.

Currently Watching: Corrina, Corrina.

I love it; such a dope film. Shame it's not very well known.
It's set in 1950s America (hardd soundtrack).

This great black lady named Corrina is hired as maid for a man and his daughter. The wife/mother died not too long ago, and the girl hasn't spoken since. Basically, the little girl has such fun with the maid, starts talking again. The dad who was depressed since his wife died, finds joy again in Corrina, who also shares his love of music. (Music is quite prominent in the film. Bare singing) And they fall in love. All this is set on the backdrop of a society where black people and white people didn't do that sort of thing. It is wonderful.

Je veux...

There are so many things that I want, and want to do.
Too many things in fact.
I don't think I'll ever get or achieve them all, which is pretty not cool.
If I really want to...I reckon I'd have to live for about 200 years, and old age would only be able to hit me when I'm about 130. Mmm.

For some reason though, that doesn't really appeal to me :/
I'm looking forward to growing old.
Maybe I'm even looking foward to dying. Maybe.

What I want most right now, however, is this...


Ah, the good old days. I'd like to be a bubba again. Just for one day.

Babies have the best time ever. All the cuchicoos in nursery just chill in their fun baby chairs, or sit on pillows and play with musical, colourful toys, or eat yummy baby food, or get carried around by me or others.

Jeez. It's alright for some init.

Je veux remonter le temps.

Givers and Takers.

In life, there are givers and takers.

Sometimes, actually very rarely, let's try twice in a green moon, twice in a green moon, I feel like I'm the only giver in my world. I feel like everyone is just taking from me. No-one's giving me anything back.
Giving doesn't make me angry, quite the opposite. But then I get angry at myself for being such a cheerful giver. Which I shouldn't be. Shouldn't be angry that is. Mmm.
Doesn't matter anyway, cos this feeling passes like that. And then doesn't rear its ugly head for a while.
I'm so grateful for the people in my life that are givers; I think they're beautiful.
I'm also grateful for the takers though. Not quite sure what about them I'm grateful for, but it's something.
I think I should take note from takers. You gotta have the balance, but for some reason, I don't like it when I realise I'm taking.

I do wish someone would buy me food that they knew I loved and stuff it in my pidgeon hole.
Or that someone would just drop me an unprompted text counting the ways in which they loved me. Or just telling me that they did.
Or that someone would swing by my house just to see how I was doing with some work that was proving to be pretty tricky.
Or that someone would write me a song.
Or just buy me something because they remembered that I needed it.

Now making that list I feel like a terrible ingrate. Because people do wonderful things for me all the time, and I honestly do appreciate them. But maybe I'm blinded by my own constant desire to do things for other people. Or I can't see anything cos I'm too high up on my bloody pedestal of "being a giver in life". That is so rubbish, I don't wanna be.

Uggh, I hate these harsh realisations.

Be more appreciative, Sazza, more appreciative.

Perspective.

I'm watching an episode of Spongebob (it is quality entertainment) where he and Patrick think they're going on a boat, which is like some sort of scout summer camp, when in fact it's a prison ship.
The chief prison guard dude is properr strict and punishes the two of them brutally cos they're (unknowingly) being cheeky to him.
But they just make the most of each punishment inflicted upon them and are enjoying every minute, seeing each thing as a new challenge that they have to overcome and they do.

It just made me think how powerful one's perspective is, or one's attitude to any kind of situation.
The fact that Sponge and Pat thought that they were on a trip which was made for their merriment, made it a merry trip. Maybe I'm reading into it way too much. But it makes sense to me. Haa.
If we look at each situation as something positive, made not to bring us down but to make us stronger. Then there won't be anything to complain about? Yeah. Tidy.

For Alvin.

Sometimes the rain pours and pours

And you think that it won’t stop

That it will cause a flood

And you’ll literally drown in your sorrows

You don’t remember the sunshine

Feeling like you can’t face anymore tomorrows.

The days are rough

Trying to focus your mind on other things

seems like a purposeful disregard

but you’re just trying to stop yourself

from letting it sink in

trying to stop yourself from sinking into

the small river formed by your tears

cos the moment it sinks in

that’s the moment it becomes reality

a reality where sanity is insanity

and what seems to be right is wrong

and the pain lasts for too long.

But I tell you this, beautiful,

The rains must fall

The storms must rage

It’s not your fault

And soon the pain

Will fade away

The same way a windscreen wiper

Gets rid of the rain

You are strong, and the sun soon shine

Keep your head up, oh pretty friend of mine <3

Hmm.

So, I was watching the news and Riz Latif (news reporter) tells me that the man imprisoned for the death of Baby P has been jailed for life for RAPING A 2 YEAR OLD GIRL. Yeah, that shocked me to my core too. Disgusting. How can someone even thinkk of doing that?! Insanity.
Anyway, naturally, me and mums were like "yeahh, damn straight he's in for lifee, crazy hideous mann, you suck etc. etc."

But then. I stopped to think what actually going to prison means.
In Africa, when you commit a crime, you get beats by the police before you go in; you're going into a bare stone floored cell, with one sad looking mattress in the corner, a bucket in the other and no windows.
In Asian and South-American countries, you're looking at pretty much the same conditions. The corrupt and excessively violent policemen are not really the one. But the lack of facilities and hard to live in conditions, are to me what punishment should constitute.

Wikipedia tells me that 'A prison is a place in which people are physically confined and, usually, deprived of a range of personal freedoms.'
and that 'Punishment is the practice of imposing something unpleasant or aversive on a person or animal or property, usually in response to disobedience, defiance, or behavior deemed morally wrong by individual, governmental, or religious principles.'

Wonderful. I think the countries mentioned above conform to these definitions or prison and punishment.
Someone please tell me why then, that in the United Kingdom, that stuuupid man who forcibly sexed a babygirl is going into a prison where he will sleep on a comfortable bed, with a tv in his room (I don't have a TV in my room :|), have access to gym facilities, play on a Wii, get some qualifications and the list goes on..

Now I'm all for giving people a second chance, But I dunno, to me this doesn't seem quite right. Maybe it's just me?

When one is punished in life, be it by parents or teachers, it's something unpleasant, we don't want to be punished and after we've been punished once, we try hard not to get punished again. Or maybe again, it's just me? I know there's a stigma with being an ex-convict an everything, but real talks, prison doesn't seem that bad. Perhaps I'm being really ignorant and even though they have all these opportunities, prison is probably still be swag. I dunno. I'll ask.

I understand that getting the prisoners educated will help them when they come out to get work or do further education and stop them re-offending, but the real world is harrdd, to my mind, they're probably thinking that they have a better life inside pen than outside where it's hard to get work, it's hard to pay for a mortgage etc., and they'll do what is necessary to get back.

Perhaps as a society, we need to have more tolerance for ex-convicts. Giving them more support when they've done their time. It's difficult to know if someone's learned their lesson though. 'Once cheater, always cheater.' That means to say 'Once a criminal, always a criminal.'? Though I don't agree with the former statement anyway.

Oh goshh, this is such a predicament. Maybe people just shouldn't commit crime? Ha. Well that's not gonna happen.

There's a part of me that kinda wants to commit a crime. Only like shoplifting, or making off without payment (Section 3 1978 Theft Act) That is so cheeky though.
What is wrong with me? Just momentary lapses init :)

You know, sometimes, I really don't like myself.
I just wonder what I'm doing with my lifee at certain moments in time.

Like today, French conversation teacher gave me back my introduction (which I thought was quite good actually) and basically told me it was rubbish. And then we proceeded to go through it, picking out what went wrong. And for some reason, I don't really know why, I just zoned out, shut down and was just mmming and giving monotonous, monosyllabic answers. After the lesson, I thought about what I did and I was like, why the heck did I do that? Just because she was pretty much boyin me, why did I have to tune out? I should have taken it like a man. And been a good student. Learned from my mistakes. I'm sure if I'd seen this in someone else, I would have been critical of it. I was doing stupidness before the lesson, joking and laughing as well and then suddenly, shtum.
I confused myself.
I often confuse myself. I never really know what's going in my head,
or why I do things that I do?
It's kind of worrying really.

I think I should spend some time with myself. I do spend a lot of time with myself already though. And I think a lot. Perhaps I think too much.

I'll tell you what I really think..that no-onnee cares about this ha.
I just had to get it out of my system.

PS. I actually hate watching reality tv shows with my dad. He really thinks he knows everything. Oh gosh. On the verge of bussin a switch. But I won't.

Very Not-Cool.

There are too many things that happen in life which are just not-cool.

Some people just think they rule the world and can do whatever takes their fancy. Let's take Hitler as an example. I listened to a talk today by a wonderfully inspirational woman who was sent by her mother to England in the 1930s on the first Kindertransport to escape the hideousness that was Nazi rule. It breaks my heart to think of the injustices that went on in that period of time on such a large scale. But what breaks my heart even more, is that things like this have always happened and still do happen to a certain extent. Massacres in primary schools, high schools. Ridiculous things. And it makes me mad. I just don't understand. Man's inhumanity to man.
Then there are things that just happen. That you can't prevent no matter how hard you try. Maybe they are better (if either instances can be related to the word good) because there is no-one to blame and no shoulda woulda couldas. Or perhaps that makes it worse? Hmm, natural disasters. Death. Serious accidents. It's all part of this wonderful thing we call life.

And you know, life is a wonderful thing. Something to treasure and be grateful for everyday. Despite the atrocities and the unfortunate things that happen. The little things in life are the most important and it's often those who have been dealt the hardest hand who appreciate them.
Sunshine after the storm. A baby's laughter. The helpful stranger. An unexpected gift. A warm embrace. A great meal. A beautiful sunset. I hate to focus on the negative when there's so much to be thankful for.

I was once with a group discussing poetry and the nature of spoken word poetry and one girl asked, 'Why is this kinda poetry always negative?' and our group leader said 'You know, that's an interesting question. But think of it this way. The fact that somebody has drawn on a negative experience or feeling and chosen to speak openly about it, expressing themselves through their art, trying to make a change, is to me something really positive.' And I agree with her completely.

Being a Christian, I believe that when things "go wrong" in my life, it is all part of my walk of faith. Passing through the fire and coming out unscathed. Being purified by the Refiner as precious gold. We must count it all joy when we go through our trials and tribulations.




For Amachi, Nanny Humfryes and Big Nana. RIP.

Playing Dumb

Too often in my life, I know exactly what's happening, exactly what cunning plan so and so is getting up to but I just choose to play dumb and skirt around it.

That statement makes it seem like my life is a great drama filled with schemers and backstabbers. It's not really. I'm actually just talking about the odd person, that constantly pulls the
"When was the last time we met up? Too long..."

Come on! Pull yourself together. This didn't work the last billion times you tried it! It's been so long because I don't want to meet up with you. Harsh but true.

I say this now, but in the moment, my response is normally something like
"Gosh yeah, it has been ages. We should do something sometime.."

Fully aware that this person is attracted to me. I should know better.
But real talks, if you wanna make a move, just do it.
Don't flash your ellipses at me and expect me to finish it off.
Be a man.

Haha. No idea why I'm being so rudee. This is not me in general, I think it's just how I'm feeling right now in response to that one comment. I mean, really, get a grip, dude.

Suicide.

Suicide is so deep.
I once remember having a conversation with my sister and her friend about whether we thought it was possible for a child to commit suicide. Like would that concept make any sense in their minds. When I say child, I'm thinking like up to 12 maybe.

Though in this day and age, kids know way too much, way too soon. I don't think children of today have the same worry free childhood that I did. There's just too much madness going on. Or maybe that's a huge generalisation. I don't know. I just feel like talking to 11 year olds doesn't feel like talking to kiddies anymore?

Saying that, I still don't reckon the average child would be able to kill themself. Kind of horrible to think about it but yeah. Surely they wouldn't willingly inflict pain on themselves? Kids can be kinda sadistic though. Choppin off Barbie's head, de-fluffing teddies, squashing flies and that kinda thing. But I think suicide would be unfathomable to most. Probably something they wouldn't even contemplate. Mmm.

Another one. Self-harm. That was like the thing in year 8, year 9 times.
It makes me sad to think that someone can be so discontented with their life that they voluntarily allow themselves to feel pain.
Being in the pain is the worst. It just feels like it's never gonna end. I should probably be more grateful for the 95% of my life in which I feel no pain.
Did I once hear though, that it gives you like a high, where you don't feel the pain in the first instance? Maybe. It's still pretty sad.
Confession time. I once did it in year 8. It was a pretty rough time in my life, I generally have a sunny disposition but I remember there were some friendship group issues and I just wasn't happy. I probably could've looked at the positive and been fine, which it seems I did later, but I think at the time, maybe I thought it was cool? Shame on me. Maybe not cool, but a lot of other people did it so maybe I thought it was okay. Haha. I can laugh at myself though, because I did it with a safety pin. No harm was done. Good job Sazza. Any faker haa. Anyway...

Scarlet River

And it's like a release
with each trickle of blood
it's like a moment of peace
and the pain it does ease
and the world seems to cease
and stop they say, please
but she can't seem to stop
and she's scared and she's got
too much on her mind,
it's like she's running out of time
and across the white plain,
the scarlet river streams
and like the egyptians she's plagued with unease.
It hurts, but she can't let the river run dry,
it's a thrill, giving her an unnatural high
she can't deal with the stress
so takes it out on her flesh
and her friends wanna help her get out of this mess
but it's not simple like a, b, c
it's gonna take more than the count of 3
cos each time she runs that cold, silver blade across her warm, white skin and let's that red stream of life come gushing out unstoppably
she feels like she's free.

CopyrightSarahOlowofoyeku2010.

Mr Sun

Hey Mr Sun, I love your smile
Your radiant face
Your brilliant rays
and your warm embrace

If there's a storm in my mind
You'll dry that right up
If I'm havin a cloudy day
You'll shine right through the pain
The rains of life are not a worry to me
With you a rainbow is all I'll see

Mr Sun, please don't set
For the night, thick curtains I'll get
You're the best sunshine I think I've ever met
And if you go down, then I'll regret
not basking in your glorious rays.

But I think you have to set, to keep the world in motion.
So goodbye, Mr Sun.
It's been a beautiful day.

<3

"It is a sweet thing, friendship, a dear balm. A happy and auspicious bird of calm."

- Shelley

What's in a name?

Still watching ANTM.
There's a girl called Amina which I thought was a beautiful name.
So I looked it up.
And being me, I got sidetracked and started thinking about what I'd call my children.
I've come across from crazy names in the process.

www.thinkbabynames.com

Actually like 80% of the names are kinda ridiculous.

Andromeda. Okayy then.
Bich. Really? Admittedly it's of Vietnamese origin and means gemstone, very pretty. But I think it's too close to a not very pretty name.
Cotilda. Interesting.

I was gonna go all the way through the alphabet. But I changed my mind :/

My fave names aree:
Asia. Kaya. Keiko. (Pocahontas was considered ha). Saffron. Caleb. Finbar. Harley. Kaden. Kobi. Malachi. Sebastian. Zachary.

Awwww. Imagine if my kids weren't cute. That would be the worst. Haha.

Krabby Patty Kraving.

I am a devout fan of Spongebob Squarepants.
It's just one of those genius cartoons. So jokes.

Everytime I watch it and Spongebob is doing his frycook thingg and serving up patties, I reeallyy wanna eat one.

I said this to my motherr, and she was like I thought you didn't like crab. I was like nah I don't, but I don't think Krabby patties are made with crab...
They can't be. Cos, Mr Krabs is a crab. And why would he endorse the cooking of his own species? Then again, I've never seen him eat a patty. And it wouldn't be surprising if he was exploiting his fellow crab. He's a money-grabbing, stingy misterr.

I'm gonna have to look into this.
The Krabby Patty was first invented by King Krabs who lived sometime before the 12th century. They were first used to soothe the "jellyfish dragon" of the evil sorceror "Planktonimor" an ancestor of Sheldon J. Plankton. Thus the Krabby Patty became an "old Krab's Family recipe." Eugene H. Krab's mother also knew the secret formula to the Krabby Patty, even though she married into the Krabs family and probably was not a direct descendant of King Krabs.

Interestinnggg. Doesn't answer my question though.
Shamee.

Krabby Patty Formula

• Bottom Bun
• Patty
• Sea Horseradish sauce
• Ketchup
• Mustard
• Mayo
• Arby's sauce
• Cheese
• Pickles
• Lettuce
• Tomato
• Onions
• Top Bun

Doesn't sound too appetising when it's broken down like that.
And I still don't know what meat is in it. Ah well, life goes on.

CURRENTLY WATCHING:
America's Next Top Model Cycle 12.
So dopee. I love Tyra Banks. Even thoughh she does some stupidness sometimess hahaa.
I'll tell you who I love more though...NIGEL BARKER. Hello beautiful.


Can I be America's Next Top Model, please?
Thankss.

I have always wanted to be a model. I think there's a part of me that still does.
I don't imagine I'd be very good though. Too many inhibitions.
Sometimes there's days when I'm just like yeahh, i'm ready for my close-up and I can be fierce. But then there's others where I feel so grotesque, and would not be able to work anything if a camera was put in front of my face. To be a model, I reckon you've always gotta be ready.

I could do so catwalk though. Haa. What a thrill.
Alvin has dreams that I become a Victoria's Secret model. I'd really love that.
But it's not gonna happen.

I'll just stick to posing in front of my mirror.

:)

Sleepy.

I think it's really wonderful that someone can just address me as "you",
and I still feel all warm and tingly on the inside :)

Insane guitar solos totally turn me on ;)

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

I've just finished watching Shallow Hal. Great film, kinda odd, I gots love for Jack Black though.
Anyway I think the moral of the story was pretty much 'beauty is in the eye of the beholder'.
I tell no lies though, I've never really understood what that saying means. Maybe I'm gonna think it through right now...

Alright so, if you see something as beautiful, then it is beautiful, cos it's beautiful to you. And that's all that matters?
I'm gonna have to do some research.

Meaning

Literal meaning

Origin

This saying first appeared in the 3rd century BC in Greek. It didn't appear in its current form in print until the 19th century, but in the meantime there were various written forms that expressed much the same thought. In 1588, the English dramatist John Lyly, in his Euphues and his England, wrote:

"...as neere is Fancie to Beautie, as the pricke to the Rose, as the stalke to the rynde, as the earth to the roote."

Shakespeare expressed a similar sentiment in Love's Labours Lost, 1588:

Good Lord Boyet, my beauty, though but mean,
Needs not the painted flourish of your praise:
Beauty is bought by judgement of the eye,
Not utter'd by base sale of chapmen's tongues

Benjamin Franklin, in Poor Richard's Almanack, 1741, wrote:

Beauty, like supreme dominion
Is but supported by opinion

David Hume's Essays, Moral and Political, 1742, include:

"Beauty in things exists merely in the mind which contemplates them."

The person who is widely credited with coining the saying in its current form is Margaret Wolfe Hungerford (née Hamilton), who wrote many books, often under the pseudonym of 'The Duchess'. In Molly Bawn, 1878, there's the line "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder", which is the earliest citation of it that I can find in print.

Literal meaning. Okay, that's unhelpful. But at least I know its origins.
New website:

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Beauty is in the eye of the beholder means that different people will find different things beautiful and that the differences of opinion don't matter greatly.

Not very eloquently put, but whatever, seems like my definition was right. Scorree.
(Italics won't leave me. Sad times.)

Let's mix things up...

Mmm, I agree wholeheartedly with this saying.
If you like something, then I don't think any sort of societal convention should have the power to make you feel like you can't like it.
Saying that, it's pretty much what does happen in life. Though these days anarchy is the thing.

I think it's crazy how fashion works. Mandy and my big sis are always ahead of fashion; it's kinda sick. Par exemple, Mando was doing the whole short jean thing way before the rest of the world was. And I remember when she first rolled her jeans up ankle length, we were hanging out, and I was like, I'm not sure if that works babes. But now, I think short jeans look sick. But this wasn't that long ago, so I don't understand how suddenly something that looked odd to me, looks good now. If that makes sense. It's pretty fascinating.
I love fashion. I love the runway. Models. Haute Couture. It's a wonderfully cruel world. But part of me is slightly dubious maybe. I dunno.

Fashion is oppressive. Discuss.

Trapped by one's desire
A desire to follow fashion
A desire to be noticed
But where is the passion?
Suppressed, we must conform
to what seems to be the norm.
Caged. Like a bird.
A bird that can't use its wings.
What use is a bird that can't fly for lack of wings?
Unlock the cage door.
Give her back her wings
and she'll fly, fly, high into the sky.
Soaring, fearless, accountable to none.
Fly into the sun, into the warm, yellow sun.
Encircled by the cotton-wool clouds
and the vast, blue space that goes on and on
and on and on and on and oh,
back to reality.
Back to the cage in which she's confined by her vanity.
Vanity Fair.
Vanity is not Fair.
What use is a bird that can't fly for lack of wings?

CopyrightSarahOlowofoyeku2010.

I'd like to book a wedding dress fitting please...

Maybe I'm crazy, but I really want to go to a bridal dress shop and try on some dresses.
Perhap this was inspired by Friends - The One With All The Wedding Dresses?
I just think they're so greatt and it's not that madd cos trying on clothes in general is fun. This is just a more specific type of clothing.

It could also be that I secretly am going crazy...

What do I think is crazy however, is my 10 year plan.

In 2-3 years, I should find my true love.
In 4-5 years, the wedding, we will have our first child. And I'll have attained my degree.
In 5-6 years, pregnancy will roll around again, twins this time.
In 7-8 years, another one on the way. But, I will have a steady high-flying job; they will be very understanding about my maternity leave needs and they will welcome me back with open arms.
In 9-10 years, I'll be done with having kids and have reached the top of the career ladder in my field. By this time, I will have made another 10 year plan which will probably involve music or poetry or travelling. Mmm.

Woah. Freaked myself out there a lil bit. Ha.

Honestly though, I think my slightly distorted view of the possibility of marrying young and parenting young comes from my parents.
Mama was wed on her 20th birthday, my dad was 24 and that was that. So to my mind, it just makes sense you know. I think I'll be bitterly disappointed if my life doesn't veer down that path. But I suppose I'll have to suck it up and take it like a mannn.

Just heard something awful.
We have some family friends who live in Malta; they came over and stayed with us about four years ago. Really lovely family. 2 girls and a boy. Funtimes. I remember the younger girl got stung by a bee and it was the first time I think I'd ever seen someone in such excruciating pain. It was not the one. I hope I never get stung by a bee.
Anyway, my ma just told me that the boy, who is now 16, died late last year. Shocked, I asked her if he was ill. She said no, he was playing with his sister on their roof, it caved in and he died.
The sister was gonna get married in a few months. Strangely linked to my earlier ramblings. Eesh, how upsetting.
RIP.


Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.

Let The Blogging Begin.

So, here I am on blogspot.com writing my very first blog.

I think I've always wanted to write a blog, but never thought I would have the energy to keep it up or whatever. And also deep down, that I would come across as lame and no-one would ever read my blogs.

My supercool, fabulous, beautiful, kinda outrageous great best friend, told me today that she started a blog and I was only allowed to see it if I started my own. And I, easily persuaded, hot-footed it to blogspot.com and began my own blogging adventure.

I think blogs are wonderful. You could probably actually be anything or anyone you wanted to be and no-one would ever know. If you're being honest however, all you have is words and html coding to try and show the world who you are. I reckon I'll be as honest as I can on here...


These are a few of my favourite things.
Music.Poetry.Drama.Literature.French.Films.TheInternet.BeingLoud.LaughingLoudly.Listening.
Sleeping.Eating.Napping.WatchingFamilyFortunes.HangingOut.

And to commemorate my first blog, I shall write a poem.
Copy and paste a poem actually. Can't really be bothered to write right now :/
"Here's one I made earlier"

Mr BNP.

Excuuuse me, Mr BNP,
I am African, Asian and proud, brav, do you get me?
I am not dysfunctional and I do not have a low IQ;
I will not get by on welfare and I definitely won't mug you.
So don't think you know me cos of the colour of my skin
I think you need to adjust to the times that we’re living in
You can’t denounce someone because of the shade of their face
Last time I checked, we were all part of the human race
A race that’s flawed in so many different ways
It’s only by the grace of the Ancient of Days
That I am able to write this poem today
So all I have to say to you Mr BNP
Is thank you, for allowing me to see
Someone whose only goal is to put others down
Turning endless beautiful smiles into ugly frowns
You’re the type of person who makes people like me
Wanna try and be the best that they can be
So go suck an egg and you’ll next see me
When I’m graduating from university
With a first class honours degree
Cos your ridiculous words certainly won’t stop me
In fact they’ll spur me on til I reach the top
All the while I’ll be workin what I got
So thank you, Mr BNP,
Your narrow-mindedness has caused me victory.

CopyrightSarahOlowofoyeku2010.

Now that this is overr, I feel like I should have some 'arrd sign out catchphrase kinda thing,
but alas, my mind has drawn a blank, so that dream is dead ha.

Peace&Lovee.