Thursday, October 31, 2013

October 31st

Dear Diary,
Why do we like boxing people into boxes of what we think they should be like, without any consideration to who they already are? We just look at people and assume they have to be or act a certain way, without even considering that people were made differently.

Why can't we just try to understand and accept people for who they are? The fact that you don't understand someone’s way of life doesn't mean that their way of life is wrong. It’s just like cultures, the fact that you as an Ibo man doesn't understand why a Yoruba boy has to lie flat on the floor to greet his elders doesn't mean its wrong. Or  the fact that you a Yoruba man can't understand why an Ibo boy wouldn't lie flat on the floor to greet his elders doesn't make it wrong either.

We need to cut each other some slack; we cannot all be the same. Imagine how boring and annoying this world would be if every single person on earth had the same character traits. Imagine if every single person on earth were loud and boisterous, we would end up getting on each other’s nerves everyday. Or imagine if everyone were to be on the quiet side, we would all end up like zombies. Variety is said to be the spice of life, if we were all alike, this life would be so boring.

Why can't we just accept people for who they are instead of trying to change them? Life is too short to be anything but happy, so why would you want to see another person unhappy. Yes, you want to see others unhappy, when you fit them into a box that they don't fit into. That’s what you are doing when you want them to pretend to be someone other than himself or herself.

Life wouldn’t be any fun if we were all alike.

Love always,
Iphie,

XoXo

Monday, October 28, 2013

October 28th

Dear Diary,
Today I had the funniest experience at the saloon.
So there I was sitting calmly as my stylist attended to me, in walk two girls obviously to get their fine on. No big, they didn’t really stand out, so there was nothing to notice about them. Boy was I in for a surprise, yeah nothing really stood out about them, until they opened their mouths.

They couldn’t speak a lick of English yet they wanted everything in the salon. It started with the hair style one of them wanted to have made, all she wanted to make was an invisible part, but it took the stylist about twenty minutes to get what she wanted, I am sure it would have taken an hour if someone with the style she wanted hadn’t  walk in.

Next she wanted to get her nails done, that was when the real laughter started, she kept pointing at her nails and saying she wanted them ‘poof poof’, nobody understood what ‘poof poof’ was, so for a few minutes it was a mixture of ‘poof poof’, laughter and trying to understand what she wanted to be done for her.

Her next target was the guy that sells weavons, she wanted a certain length and colour of weavon, which they guy didn’t have but he kept trying to convince that they one he was showing her was better. Mind you, she walked in with her own weavon which she already asked the stylist to dye blond, note that she is a really dark girl.

So in walks a fair make up artist that sells make up in the salon, and suddenly she wanted to look like her and so in her usually manner, she asked the girl to sell makeup and also teach her how to make up. At first the make up artist was acting all hostile towards her, but when she realised this was a cow that she could keep milking, she suddenly put on her sunny side. At the end she complained that she didn’t look like the makeup artist after her makeup session was over, obviously you can’t look like her, she is fair while you are dark.

It was hilarious and all but I eventually had ask my stylist if she could understand English. Apparently the girls were from Niger Republic and could barely put English sentences together but could speak English and French. He went ahead to note that communication was really important when doing business. He said they were brought in by pimps to ‘attend’ to the needs of our big men; he also questioned their economic value to Nigeria.

While it was hilarious to watch, it raised a few important questions, why are our borders so porous? Girls that had no business being in our country somehow found their way into our country with no problems. You can only imagine what the boys that get in from Niger are up to, definitely up to no good. I think of them and I think of crime, I think of boko haram, I think murder, I think armed robbers.

My stylist also raised an important question, what economic value were they adding to Nigeria, zero. So what were they looking for here? Just here causing a nuisance.
It also brought to fore the very dubious nature of human beings. Everybody in the salon were suddenly willing to serve her the moment they realised she was a cow they could keep milking, a cow that communication barriers didn’t let negotiate. They way they inflated prices was appalling. It’s sad that people are willing to cheat someone who obviously didn’t understand the language or the system.

I cut my hair really low today, very daring I know, lol!!!
Love always,
Iphie,

XoXo

Friday, October 25, 2013

October 25th

Dear Diary,
What is it like being the other half of a famous person or as we like to call them, celeb? What is it like being married to someone famous, what is it like dating someone famous?

Looking in from outside like I am doing, you seem to lose your identity the moment you decide to make your relationship/marriage to a celeb public. For some reason as long as you keep your relationship away from the public eye, you have an identity, but the moment you take it public, your identity seems to take a back seat. You suddenly become, Mr A's fiance, Mr B's girlfriend, Miss C's boyfriend, Mr/Miss D's spouse, you suddenly lose your identity.

Very recently the partner of a very a really popular on air personality/celeb, got to be part of some show, thats great news right, its always goodnews when we see people progressing. All the blogs that were up to date in Nigeria carried the news. But apart from the fact that all the bogs had the story in common, the other thing I noticed that they had in common was the way they referred to the young man in question. They all went, Miss C's beau, Miss C's fiance, Miss C's man get TV deal. It suddenly seemed like it wasn't about him, all I could see was was Miss C. This is just one of many cases that I have seen.

It can't be fun when all the credit for your hard work can't just be given to you, when you can't take the spotlight for something you have done, without having to share it with your more popular partner. Funny thing is, you may even be famous, just not as famous as you partner, but yet you keep getting tagged as, Mr A's beau goes to London, Miss B's beau goes to the beach.

But then again, what do I know, I am just here looking in from the edge.

Photo Credit: Kidz World

Love always,
Iphie,
XoXo

Wednesday, October 23, 2013

October 23rd

Dear Diary,
Is it that Nigerians are generally stupid, or is it that they just prefer to be really stubborn. Or can someone please explain to me why we can't obey simple instruction that have been laid down to make our lives easier, but most importantly for our own safety.

Every time I have to fly, I find myself asking this same question, why on earth would you want to go against rules that were put in place for you own safety and the safety of others. I mean, come on, if you are not interested in living, please at least consider others who are still enjoying the time they have left on this earth, don't send them to the other side earlier than necessary.

So what am I ranting about, *sigh*, its people who decide that it is ok to turn on their phone at the very moment when it is being announced that passengers should please turn off all electronic devices for landing, that are getting me so mad. Oh and the ones that decide its ok for them to take off their seat belt while the plane is still landing.

I really don't care if you take your seat belt off while the plane is still trying to land, thats your business, its your own safety your are jeopardizing, not mine. But when you jeopardize my safety and the safety of other innocent passenger, you make it my business.

How can any sane human being want to do anything that would jeopardize their safety, why wouldn't you do something as little as turning off all electronic devices? So why are we asked to turn off all electronic devices during takeoff and landing. It has to be something pretty serious right, well yes it is. There are concerns that the radio emission from these devices may interfere with the aircraft's electronic system. Takeoff and landing are pretty important parts of the journey by air, there is a lot of communication going on between the crew and the control tower, so why on earth would you want to do anything that has a possibility of interfering with that.

These communications between the control tower and the crew are crucial to a safe takeoff and landing, so why would you want to do anything to disrupt that. It may be argued that no plane has ever crashed as a result of an electronic device that was left turned on during takeoff or landing. But are you really willing to take that chance, with the number of plane crashes we have had in Nigeria, do you really want to find out if an electronic device that was left turned on can bring down a plane. If you do not care about your safety, please consider others who like living on earth.

On a lighter note, who has ever been on a plane where the passengers start clapping, singing and praying after the pilot lands the plane safely. Lmao, really, did you expect the plane to crash.

Photo Credit: Daily Mail


Love always,
Iphie
XoXo

Tuesday, October 15, 2013

October 15th

Dear Diary,
Why do I love fine boys so much? Hehehe, I don't know why oh, but there is just something about a fine boy that just makes me happy. I use 'fine boy' in the widest sense, it would just be weird for me to keep saying 'fine man' lol.

As funny as this may sound, I would take a fine boy anyday over a guy that has just money to offer!! Hehehe, I said this once on twitter and only the guys were with me on this. The girls kept saying, 'fine boy ko, hot boy ni, na fine we go chop'. They all wanted a guy with money over one that had just finess to offer.

As for me sha, give me a fine boy with potentials any day over a rich boy, at least my father didn't send me to school for how many years for nothing, don't worry we would both work hard together thank you. Sometimes when I see a fine boy, I just feel like going in search of his mum to say, 'thank you ma for blessing my eyes with such beauty'.

But don't get it twisted oh, I am not shallow enough to think that a man's beauty is all that matters, nah mehn. There is nothing as sexy as a guy who is intelligent, a guy you can have a conversation with about almost everything possible under the sun. What's more sexy than an intelligent fine boy? An intelligent fine boy with a mad ass body! But if we suddenly run out of fine boys on earth, the only other men I would look at are confident, intelligent, well dressed men, with of course mad ass bodies. Note that I said confident not arrogant, there is nothing as unsexy as an arrogant man.

 *sigh* All this talk about fine boys is making me happy. Anyway feast your eyes on some famous fine boys I found, I don't want to put pictures of 'not so famous' fine boys, before some people hunt me down with a bucket of acid. Enjoy!! Hehehe!!

Oh Alex

Banky is sexy and he knows it

Can somebody introduce me to Dj Xclusive already

*Sigh*

Oh Ebuka, beauty and brains, our kids would be unbeatable

Dear Lord

How do you cope with being this beautiful

Oh Lynxx

The body on Peter tho

You know you didn't see the car

Oh dear, I have to stop here, if not, if its possible to die of happiness right now I would, but then I would go to fine boy heaven. Hahaha
Dear mother, I know you would read this post, now you know what I do when I am not thinking of how to change Nigeria, hehehe. One last thing, there should be an instagram page dedicated to fine boys, maybe I should set one up and have y'all send in pictures.

Hello my name is Iphie, and I am addicted to fine boys. Ok bye!!! Hehehehe!!!
Love always, 
Iphie
XoXo