Let the real 'Posh' babe, please stand up; please stand up!

I should start this page with my sincere apology for the late posting. This should have been out by Friday April 3rd. lest I forget, it was my brother's birthday on the 2nd, so happy birthday bro!

Do I have a reason for the lateness, yes; an excuse? No. One of my reasons was, my mind hesitating between two topics; this one and another which has been decided to be on the blog in another fortnight. Blogging is not a must I suppose.

Well, my dear country Nigeria concluded its general elections some days back with the emergence of a former military ruler- Gen. Muhammadu Buhari (Retd) as the next president. I do wish him long life and wisdom to lead us well.

But before then, a lot of activities, adoption of several campaign themes and slogans reverberated throughout the political circles with one remaining constant and that was 'change'. I guess the change slogan that started off in America with president Obama's campaign in 2008 finally culminated into my homeland (Nigeria) in 2015. Change was sung everywhere, pasted everywhere (you would think there was a 'Change Carnival' in Lagos if you were a stranger in the land. One could almost touch change in a tangible form.

This is also why I decided to blog on this topic 'Let the real 'posh' babe, please stand up; please stand up. While I do not hold any political office just yet, I do hope I can be the change agent to ending the counterfeit lifestyle of the Generation X &Y in Naija (Nigeria) all in the name of being "posh" or "tush"-as so many call it. Tush-where ever that word came from still perplexes me, as the meaning in the English dictionary bears no resemblance to being posh!

Now back to my topic, I remember relaxing in my living room and this musical video came up on one of the TV channels. It was about some Nigerian girl or ‘babe’ (it’s a common term to describe a rightly fashioned accessorized young lady) with a very heavy British accent, who was being taken round a mansion by this equally young fellow, impressing her with his top-notch Italian leather sofa, marbled flooring and immaculate pool. To cut the long story short, the girl stomped out in anger at the end of video over some sort of disagreement on the parting gift after the visit. The guy wanted to give her the Nigerian currency 'Naira but my so called babe refused, claiming that she couldn't even recollect the last time she spent Naira in Naija (Nigeria) as she has been spending hard currency especially dollars and pounds in top outlets in Lagos. E no easy!

Anyway, at the end of the video when the true identity of my 'babe' was revealed, she turned out to be a backwoods Warri girl, whose spoken waffi/pidgin English (a mix of English language & Nigerian language) will totally loose the average pidgin speaker. As I watched the video, I reflected on the society I live in, in Lagos.

The average Lagos girlfriend now speaks to you in a funny or twisted Englo/Americano (my term) accent, I call it so because half of the time, there's such a sporadic change in accents during communication that the listener is lost as to whether you're speaking with an English or American born individual. As long as you can put on the overly prized human hair, carry or wear the exorbitant designer bags or shoes, have well and brightly manicured false nails most of the time, voila! You become posh overnight.

Then I wonder where the real Miss/Ms Posh suddenly vanished to? I hope I don't become a 'wonderer'. I say this, because in relating to some of these 'babes' beneath all these veneer reveals an emptiness in integrity (most owe endlessly on these hairs & designer bags), in morals and most especially in manners! God help you if you make a mistake to get close to any of my so called 'babes’ in an angry situation or into any of those provoking situations where the true nature comes out in the twinkle of an eye. I thought being posh was so beyond and above what you look like but more about your manners, your decency, your grammar, your true identity, your values, your etiquette both in private and public.

Whatever happened to Nigeria's generation X&Y, no one knows!

During the recent Easter break, I was out with a few friends to the AY Live comedy show at the prestigious Eko Hotel in Victoria Island; there were bevy of attractive looking ladies I must confess, as to whether they are posh or not, I'm afraid I do not know. Quite a number were very well dressed, although I wondered if they were going for dinner dates afterwards or perhaps the Grammy after party. I said I do not know because in the course of the show, the camera man who turned out to be one mischievous fellow captured men and women in their unguarded moments. Lagos na wa (how do I interpret that now..? ok Lagos is what it is).So this camera man did a good job in contributing to the hilarious mood of the entire event. He ensured his camera scoped  through the crowd capturing babes picking noses, chewed gums like they were in brothels, or the ones who sat with legs carelessly wide open and then there were those scandalously dressed that even the comedian screamed from the stage" I cover myself with the blood of my wife"!

Or do I go on about the young couples who have totally forgotten what it is for the new born babies to have the beautiful names of their Yoruba or Igbo Culture. My Yoruba tribe is quite guilty of these biases. As if it is a plague to have anything to do with your heritage or mother tongue. When you ask your friends for their children's names then you are told names such as Jason, Martins, Serena, Malta and so on. I personally fear for my tribe as I pray our names do not become endangered species all for the wrong perception of what being 'posh' really mean.

Fear grips me because if Lagos continues this way, we might eventually become a society of wannabes with the real posh ones becoming a minority.

So, please if you are a real ‘posh’ babe/lady or guy, please stand up, please stand up!

Save the 'posh' from extinction.

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WHAT IS IN THIS MARRIAGE THING SEF!

Heello there,

Let me ask you, how you all have been in the past two weeks since you last read my post. It's been hectic and full of Lagos hustle and bustle for me. Did i hear someone say, please i can't wait to read the post. Ok here we go.

For my international readers, the title-WHAT IS IN THIS MARRIAGE THING SEF isn't quite in a complete English grammar (it's a bit of what Nigerians call Pidgin English or Brokin, or what I term 'broken down English'-meaning that it has been mixed.

Well, not far-fetched from what marriage is. It's a mixture of two different people (for the purpose of my writing, I shall consider it in the context of man & woman). Now, if I also were to interpret the word 'SEF' into grand English language, it connotes a sort of cynicism.

So to the topic of today's post, what I am really asking my readers and the public out there 'Is there really awesomeness to this whole idea of marriage'?

Isn't it true that girls and boys in their growing up years commonly played house, the girls in the make belief world of being mums and the boys naturally acted the manly dads. As such we kind of all grew up believing that the major destination of man/woman in this world is to end in 'marriage!

I had mused on this topic for so long that I couldn't but bring my readers into my thoughts by writing this out. I'd looked at the typical human lifestyle. We get thrown into this world (we're born as new babies, we go to school, acquire many degrees if we want or don't even go if we are averse to schooling, get a job, for the man seeks out a wife to marry and if you're the woman, you desire earnestly to be found by him. Come to think of it, is there a dearth of real men now..

The process thus continue, have children, enrol them into the best schools, watch them grow to become professionals  or business owners/entrepreneurs, plan that big wedding and take care of the grand kids. Please, someone talk to me, isn’t that a bit boring? You mean that is all there is? Is marriage a destination or land of promise with pecks and largesse or we've just been 'conditioned' to think that is what it is.

Are there platforms we access or rather is marriage a platform for greater achievement, peace of mind, money or even fame? Are those husbands or wifey attached with extra benefits or enablers to make you become whom you've always wanted to be. I suspect they must be, if not why the pressure and desperation by singles or the pressure allowed by society to make one have the latest degree of a 'Mr or Mrs'.

At this point, I bet you have your conclusions as to my views on marriage, haha not so fast, a little patience (a great virtue they say) to read till end of post. I can tell you loads of stories of woes and broken dreams encountered in marriage but I will just tell you two. (So to all you itchy ears; be content with just these two).

I recall the story of my ex colleague who recently told me of how his wifey of many years became pregnant for his neighbour while he was in faraway land, working hard, yes very hard for the sustenance of wife and family. If you think only men do this kind of things, it's time to review thoughts. Or do I narrate the woes of my young pretty friend whom on her first night of marriage, hubby failed to 'cooperate and remained on his side of the bed for several months and the few years till she packed her baggage and left the marriage. Bizarre, strange, yes but true!

I also have two beautiful, super rich friends; I mean multimillionaires. One unmarried, gave up on marriage a long time ago but with a partner and the other who is married; both of them having the time of their lives. So tell me ''what is in this marriage thing sef''.

Remember, had mentioned earlier that the cycle of being born, schooling, landing into marriage could be quite a bore. So what am I canvassing for? It is that we are made for so much more; we are passionate beings, created with great interests and dreams and which must be expressed because that is where we find true fulfillment. We are made for great impact in this world, to express the love of the Father as He intended. So whether single or married make a change, enjoy yourself, birth your passions (please do not waste time to do so too).

To make you laugh, here I was, the supposed big auntie just out with her first blog, speaking with my under 10yrs old niece on the phone. Please allow me to play it out.

Me: Hello dear, did your mum tell you about my new blog and have you read it?

Big mouth niece: You have a blog! You have a blog? Oh no you're copying auntie Moji (real name withheld). She then turned to her mum,she's copying Auntie Moji. By this time she had almost dropped the phone on me whether in shock or surprise, I do not not know.

Well, auntie Moji happens to be another aunt who started her blog some months before mine.

Chai, there is God, that began my long humble explanation to my lovely niece of how I didn't copy anyone but I'd always wanted to blog well before now. Talk about starting your passions on time!

I believe that marriage is a beautiful thing and that we were made for companionship and just as my Zillionaire daddy states that ''it is not good for man to be alone'' and no one wants to end up a lonely old man or woman-there goes my views.

So until marriage finds you or you find marriage, don't stop enjoying your happiness or interests and passions. Only do not let your whatever status you find yourself define your identity. Welcome to the human experience but never again use another person's body or emotions as a scratching post for your own unfilled yearnings-Elizabeth Gibert.

Do I have tips for a good marriage, I can try and I have outlined them below

G Factor        -         God factor

True Identity -         know thyself, discover thy purpose and eliminate undue expectations from yourself or your partner.

Patience        -       a virtue I'd earlier talked about briefly. Suru le se okuta jinna (Direct translation will mean 'Patience can cook a stone into a meal’. Really? well it's an adage in the Yoruba (one of the main Nigerian tribes) culture.

To my readers out there, let's have your views, stories, comments and possibly learn from your experiences on 'What is in this marriage thing sef'!

The next title - That's kept a secret.

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HIGH PRAISE,HIGH FASHIONISTAS!

This is my novel attempt through a social media (apart from Facebook of course), though a bit of nerve, I trust myself to do a good job at it because it is something I have always wanted to do for a very long time. Perhaps, this journey will lead down to the road of bestsellers authors. (AMEN!!).

Come with me on my first topic titled "High Praise, High Fashionistas"; the link between the two, you will very soon find out.

A song writer once wrote in one of his songs about God and I quote "Praise looks good on you'-Don Moen.

So what has praise and fashion got to do together? Having a sister who from an early age has said time and time over that' I will become an Iya Oge (Female custodian of fashion) in the future; she is very well on her way there as she is now a big Fashion designer in England. You can visit BB Sule  pg.13-14 to read a bit more about her style.

Now back to when we were younger, she kind of challenged me as I struggled to catch up with this very beautiful, fashion conscious and fashion trending sister of mine. I must say that many years after, I'm not doing so badly myself these days.

I have also seen fashion evolve, transform, metamorphose on all fronts, from hairdos of Afros in the '70s, to the tubular styles in the '80s, the epic styles of the '90s (when Anita Baker haircuts reigned in naija circles). Or do we talk of the Oleku attires (3/4 length Iro &Buba-a western African dressing), or the wide leg hot pants worn by men in those days. For the just weaned teens and young adults, please ask grandmas what grandpa wore on his first visit to her place...lol.

Men and women have always sought to look good, some women have even driven their husbands to the cliffs to buy them or give money for that latest 'outfit in town' just to look their best or outdo their so called fashionista friend.

However, from my short experience, I have discovered a form of garment or style that has constantly remained in fashion and that is PRAISE, whether it be praises to men of 'timber and calibre (naija -Nigerians peeps will understand) when they are been praised by a famous Juju maestro or what i call the Highest praise, which is no doubt praises to God the almighty, my Father, my zillionaire daddy, the richest of all, that kind of praise just never goes out of fashion.

It is highly consistent, incontestable and unchallenged. The Psalmist praised Him like this in Psalm 102:25-27 that at the beginning you existed and the laid the foundations of heaven and the earth, which are your handiwork and though these will perish and become old like a garment, like clothing you shall change them...... but you oh God remain the same and your years have no end. Now, this is what I am talking about; praise consistently in fashion.

To all my great fashionistas out there, I call you on board to put on your garment of praise, it is affordable, beautiful and easy to create-just pour out heart and open your lips and let us praise His name together.

I couldn't think of a better way to start blogging but to just praise His name and extol him for after all He is my all-time zillionaire father and with Him (Mo yo bi ojo-I come out looking new).

A little gift awaits the best praise eulogy/writing by any of our readers- this will be adjudged by the judges on the blog panel. Once again, I WELCOME YOU to the HOT LOVE blog.

My next topic, hmm can't wait, title? -WHAT'S IN THIS MARRIAGE THING SEF!

See you in a fortnight, in two weeks or in 14 days’ time.

In the mean time,don't be naughty.