Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts

Sunday, 10 November 2013

BOO'S APRIL FOOL PROPOSAL



   By ‘Seun Salami

Happy Sunday!

Here is a story my friend wrote and I find it interesting, so I thought I should share it with you.

Enjoy...

118 BBM messages. 12 text messages. 28 missed calls.

Yet it took only about fifteen minutes. Fifteen minutes since I stepped into the bathroom. Fifteen short minutes since I updated my BlackBerry Messenger status with a picture of the ring on my finger and the words – Finally!!! Stone of Life! Yaaaaayyyyy!

To be honest, I didn’t expect this sort of response. Anyways, I’ve been enjoying every minute of it, soaking up all the love and attention and replying with Thanks hun,  I appreciate it darl, Soon luv, depending on the question and who had asked it.

Everyone knows that girls love it when a sister gets engaged. I know because I do too, and I have also always wanted to experience this feeling. This rock star feeling of being the centre of attention for at least a day, an otherwise ordinary day that suddenly feels like one’s birthday. I’ve always wanted to know how Juli felt the day Jerry gave her a ring in the most unusual way, the strangest way possible.

Juli had insisted on paying her grandmother a visit on her own birthday and spending the day with her. She said it was something she owed her grandma for all the love she showered on her while she lived with grandma for five years while growing up. Jerry seemed taken aback by this strange idea of the perfect birthday, not just because her grandma’s house was really far away, but because he honestly wasn’t quite sure about the idea of spending the whole of his girlfriend’s birthday with her grandma. How awkward? Besides, he had also planned to take Juli out and spoil her silly but that would now have to wait. He did bulge eventually, and Juli had her wish, although Jerry said he wouldn’t be able to take her there since he had to be at the office. They would celebrate in the evening when she returned.

Juli got much more than she had wished for, because few minutes after she got to her grandma’s house, excited, birthday cake in hand, her grandma decided to give her a gift – a surprise gift inside her wardrobe. “Wow! Must be a lovely dress,” Juli must have thought, running to quickly pull open her grandma’s huge wardrobe as grandma grinned sheepishly behind her.

“OH-MY-GOD!” Juli must have screamed. “Oh my God! Oh my God!!”

There was Jerry. Right inside the wardrobe. Yeah, you got it – he went on one knee. With one outstretched hand. He was holding a tiny red case. With a gad-damn blinged out stoneeee! Really, I would have written my expression on BBM as ‘OMMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG’.

I wonder why Juli did not faint. I for one would have fainted if Le Boo pulled such a crazy stunt on me. I would die of shock, I’m sure.

Well, Jerry didn’t just kneel there staring, he actually opened his mouth (and oh, those pink lips) and popped the question of life, “JULI, WILL YOU MARRY ME?”

Who would even think before answering such a question of life from a man like Jerry.

If you’ve ever seen Jerry or any of his pictures that Juli so witlessly flaunts on social media, you will understand. Juli didn’t say yes or no. She just kept screaming, and grandma kept grinning awkwardly both with envy and pride, if you know what I mean. Juli told us she snatched the ring from his finger and put it on her fourth finger by herself. She said she was so excited that Jerry even had to remind her that he was still inside the obviously sweltering wardrobe before she made way for him and hugged him saying “Thank you, thank you...”and then turning to her grandma, “Oh grandma, why didn’t you tell me?” with grandma continuing to smile awkwardly in return as I imagine a tear or two must have rolled down her cheeks.

And then Juli must have reached for her phone almost immediately, found a perfect bright spot and taken a picture of her hand with the ring on, because we soon saw her BlackBerry messenger status with the picture of the ring on her finger and the line:

OMG!!! Lover boy just popped the question – from right inside my grandma’s wardrobe. #Stunned #Lovestruck #Heaven

The ring was beautiful, to be quite honest, but I had mixed feelings immediately. I have always dreamt of doing this – taking a picture of my beautiful engagement ring and putting it up on my status for all to envy and there she was, Juli, my bitter-sweet friend, going one better. I felt the way Le Boo told me he felt the day he saw a picture of one of his friends posing in front of a glittering Nissan Murano, accompanied by the words New Car things – Oluwa lo seyi o!

The words of my pastor immediately came to my mind, along with his face – The fastest way to get anything you want in life is to thank God genuinely when God does that same thing for somebody else as though it was for you. That was the day I realised that certain things are easier said than done. All I could feel was bitterness mixed with joy whenever I enlarged the picture and zoomed in on the ring. 

Beautiful stone. To lie about that is to perish in the lake of fire.

That, basically, was my motivation for doing this. I had gone to window shop at a jewellery store yesterday and had tested the ring on my finger. And although the guy at the shop made it clear that they didn’t allow people take pictures of their rings, all I had to do was smile that my sexy smile for him and he couldn’t refuse me the honour. I had kept this picture anxiously until this morning and put it up shortly before stepping into the bathroom, and now I had all these calls and messages and I was feeling this much excitement and enjoying every little bit of it and all was well with the whole world. 

Until my phone rang again and then my heart skipped when I saw the Caller ID – Le Boo.

“Jeez! How did I leave him out of all these?” I thought, as my pulse suddenly began to race. I knew what he was about to say, certainly. He must have seen my update too and his friends must have called him. Now this is the right time to scream, OMG!

I touched ‘Answer’.

“Babe, what’s this engagement ring and proposal ish?” he lashed out immediately.

I should have told him. I should have sought his consent.

“Babe, are you there?”

“It’s just a joke bee. It’s April Fool.”

“Of course I figured, because there is obviously only one me. But is this not a bit too much for April fool?”

I imagined his trademark shrug as he continued speaking without waiting for a response. He must really trust me so much to think I can’t get an engagement ring from anyone else but him.

“Is it not a bit over the top to make our priceless love into an object of ridicule all in the name of a flimsy April fool concept?”

Oh dear. Le Boo can like to interpret things and speak plenty English sha.

“Now everyone is calling me saying congratulations and all what not, and I have to pretend like I know what this is about?”

I couldn’t say anything.

“Babe, I’m talking to you nau?”

“Bee, I’m sorry. I just thought it would be fun. It’s been fun actually.”

“Fun? Are you for real? Babe? Fun?”

He was quiet for a while and then he said, “Okay,” and hung up.

I sighed. Okay. I would deal with him later. I know how to handle my Le Boo. Meanwhile, here was a challenge I had to deal with. It would soon be noon. How do I end this whole prank in a really nice way without hurting anyone? Anyone else, that is. Already, my sister had sent a message saying that one of my Aunties had called my mum to congratulate her and they were both wondering what was going on. Now, Sister Grace, my by-force prayer partner in church has also sent me messages - all sorts of prayers about how God is so faithful and how He never leaves those who hold on to Him and trust Him and how God had told her that today was the day I would get something I had long desired.

I paused after I read that one. Now, this has become pretty serious. Why would anyone even bring God into this matter? Why did everyone suddenly forgot that this was April Fool’s Day? Now I am about to make God a liar?

Oh precious dear.

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‘Seun Salami is the author of The Son of your Father’s Concubine. He tweets via @SeunWrites

                                     
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Friday, 22 February 2013

MY HEART IN MY HANDS...

                              'I will  wait on the Lord...and i will hope in him-Isaiah 8:17'.

Love is a feeling you feel for someone they say. But for me, love is loving an imperfect person perfectly. Love is when you can love the same person that hurts you. True love is not child's play. I am one of those that can not marry a man I do not love.
Love has gotten me into so much mess,sometimes I can't pull myself out,not until I realised that it's not love. Sometimes,I like to think I am an hopeless lover other times I tell myself you have to make sacrifices for the one you love.
When he screams at me and insults me after a frustrated day at work, I tell myself that's why I am here, I am here to help him ease his stress and I defend his frustration for him until I became his punching bag, he would beat me till I couldn't breathe and I would still defend him even to myself, I would remind myself the good things he used to do for me, how he stood by me when there was no one, how he comforted me when no one else could, I gave myself countless reasons why I should keep loving him, I reminded myself of how much he needed me.....

My name is Bidemi, I am 5'7feet tall with a slender figure, people say I have the hour glass figure but I like to think I just look like any normal African lady. I am dark skinned with pink lips. I work with a reputable company and my salary is in six figures. I met Tunji in 2005 at a youth conference organised by my church, I had an empty sit next to me. Tunji came late for the conference and he asked if he could sit on the empty sit and I said okay, that was how it all began.
We got talking after the program and we exchanged contacts, we started talking and hanging out, slowly, Tunji climbed his way into my heart. He was a man in more ways than one. He knew what made me happy and what got me upset. Our communication level was out of this world, I blink, he knew what I meant, oh! his sense of humor was to die for and yes, he spoilt me silly, I did not have to ask for anything before he got them for me, from the latest gadget to nice hair weaves and shoes etc.

Tunji was 5inches taller than me and he was what ladies would called TDH (Tall, Dark, Handsome), he had a fantastic job and he loved God, that was the first thing that attracted him to me. We dated for two years and on valentines day 2008 he popped the question infront of our families and friends, with tears running down my eyes I knelt with him and I kept screaming YES, YES, YES I will marry u my Tunji bobo as I called him. We kissed for the first time in three years and just kept hugging each other. Wedding preparation started and I couldn't have asked for a better wedding planner, family and friends, our wedding was heaven on earth.

We got married 27th of January 2009 and initially I thought that was the best day of my life, I thought that was the day I was born for, staring into the eyes of the man I love so much, little did I know that the day I said 'I DO' was the day I signed my death sentence.
We made love on our wedding night and I conceived, I was excited, God answered our prayers without us even praying because we wanted to start having kids some months into the marriage. I remember Tunji coming home that night and I gave him the news of my pregnancy but I got a slap as my reply.
He started screaming at me about how frustrated he was and did not need a child right now and we were just two weeks old, he started shouting of how his life had changed and how he wasn't ready. I was in total shock and I remember all I could ask was 'why did we get married if you were not ready' he said he needed to get married to get a  higher position at work and also to help his social status. He just wanted to look responsible.

I was overwhelmed, I just could not comprehend all he was saying, it was too much for me to take in. That night I cried myself to sleep and that was the beginning of my many tears. Tunji beat me till I had my third miscarriage and I told myself I have had it, I was not going to take one more insult, one more beating, I was done, I was really done.

Before he came back from work that night I had packed my stuffs and left the house and I took some days off at work. I did not want him to know my whereabouts so I lodged into an hotel but after three days Tunji came knocking at my door, I almost died, how did he find me, who told him I was there, it just did not make sense.
Tunji took me back home and reminded me of the agreements we signed about us never divorcing. I was doomed and so the beatings and abuse continued but this time it got worse, Tunji would do things I can't start to mention to you, just think about it, rape, insult, beating, all the abuse you can imagine, Tunji gave and did to me. I had no one to talk to not even God since I stopped going to church and believing in God along the way, I can not even remember how that happened.

On the 24th of March 2011, my colleague after much persuasion, got me to go to church with her and it was like the pastor was talking to me. All he preached about that day was how marriages fail without God being involved. I realized one major thing that was missing in my marriage, GOD. I made a vow to God that if he would help turn my husband bad ways to good I would come back to testify and work for him.
On my way home that day I branched at a christian bookshop and got some books on how to be a better wife,woman and worship God. I bought like 10 books and I started reading them. I started acting like a wife to a man that treated me like crap, I would leave work early, get home and make my husbands favorite meal for dinner, wash his clothes, make him hot water to bathe and do all those sweet things that should make any man love his wife all over but no, Tunji would come back and just ignore all I had done and just go to bed. I continued to do all this for 5months, I would send lunch, flowers and nice poems to his office, buy him gifts but he acknowledged none of this and I kept praying, fasting, sowing seeds and worshiping God. I got my pastors to pray with me too.

I was sitting on the bed on the 3rd of October 2011 when Tunji came running in, he was panting hard and I asked why he was home at that time and he just started crying, he cried and cried till he could cry no more, he kept begging for my forgiveness and I told him I had forgiven him since and was just waiting for him to come back home, he told me how he was asleep at work and dreamt of how he went to hell because of the way he treated me, I pulled him up, hugged him and that was how I got MY HUSBAND back. God did the work no man could. We went to church to give our testimony and in August 2012 we had our first child, Oluwabonilarajuasolo.

Thursday, 24 January 2013

THROW BACK THURSDAY....

Hello people, how are you all doing? I decided to do a throwback on my birthday (2012) because i was not able to blog at that time. As you all know, i am twice lol, i have a partner, i like to refer to her as my BETTER HALF, okay enough of my rumblings, i am a twin, so, it was our birthday on the 14th of December. Errm...did we have any plans? no,zero,nada, nothing at all. WAIT!!! initially we had a plan, we always do lol but nexy me here always end up ruinnnning it* battling eyelashes* not that i do it intentionally but i always have a solid reason.Though, when our friends showed up at our crib, we decided to go have lunch some place quiet,nothing serious at allll.
Moving on, so few of our precious friends and our lovely, lovely, sweet sister Busola made that day extra special. i can not start to explain what each and everyone of them did because i will like to keep some to myself away from the web lol, but we were really honored, mostly by people we expected nothing from and the fact that we had nothing planned*sigh* everyone blew our pretty minds away.
....okay, enough of my rants, let me show you some pictures.






This was what i had.











We actually got 7 cakes.

Us with our sister Busola



P.S Kenny and I surprised ourselves too and i  almost cried when keni's cake was not delivered lol.

We had a fabulous day, don't let me go to the numbers of calls n stuff that we had, that day was just so special, think this was our best birthday after our 5th birthday party.

Thats it...Take Care People.

                                   We were wearing:
                                    Ankara blouses and sequin skirts by Teeshogs Clothier
                                     Clutch Purses from Atmosphere and Matalan
                                      Taiwo's shoes from Dorothy Perkins
                                       Kenny's shoes from Fioni
                                       Accessories from Forever 21

                                                  XOXO