Tuesday, 3 September 2013
Tuesday, 2 July 2013
Wedding bells
It gives me utmost joy and gratification to announce on this platform that mr and mrs talklovealways will be tying the knot some time this year.
I'm looking forward to it. Excited! Faithful. That all will work !
Thursday, 13 June 2013
Of ex's and present
So, Mrs. Talklovealways and I sat down in the house watching "Django Unchained" by Quentin. T when my ex-girlfriend sent me a message: "How are you doing today?"
Mrs. Talklovealways got really mad and asked a lot of questions but one of them stuck: "why are you still in touch with your past?"
My people, is it bad to be in touch with a human being from the past? Should we because of past hurt or broken friendship tag a human as past?
Help me.
Mrs. Talklovealways got really mad and asked a lot of questions but one of them stuck: "why are you still in touch with your past?"
My people, is it bad to be in touch with a human being from the past? Should we because of past hurt or broken friendship tag a human as past?
Help me.
Friday, 24 May 2013
What do you think?
Me and Mrs Talklovealways read this article:
She thinks the guy has the right to hate his country. Me, I think he should forgive. Read the article and share what you think. Can one hate his country? Can one forget about their origin?
She thinks the guy has the right to hate his country. Me, I think he should forgive. Read the article and share what you think. Can one hate his country? Can one forget about their origin?
Saturday, 18 May 2013
Immigrant Insecurity 1
They come. They see. They want to conquer.
In order to conquer, they sniff the culture of the environment. From food to language use. Sometimes, however, it is an embarrassing exercise.
SCENE 1:
While Mr. Talklovealways and Mrs. Talklovealways were travelling to Wales, this dialogue ensued between two BLACK women (BW):
BW 1: I don't want to have black children. They are ugly. Mixed raced all the way!
BW 2: I feel you sis. I want an off-colour baby. Thank God I have a white man in the side that's willing to give me my dream.
BW1: I envy you.
BW 2: God will intercede, don't worry.
Ticket inspector walks to the women and asks for their ticket. From their English pregnant with Nigerianess, they jumped into a Queen's english, dropping words from their nose.
SCENE 2:
At 805, a Nigerian restaurant, some guys walked in and ordered for egusi soup and pounded yam. This dialogue emanated:
Man 1: Everything Naija don tire me.
Man 2: I dey tell you brother.
Man 1: See as the soup dirty.
Man 2: I don tell you say make we stop to come here. See as this place dirty!
They paid. Food abandoned. They left.
Scene 3:
My Indian colleague, who just came some three months ago, visited Mr& Mrs Talklovealways. WE offered him some African delicacy. He scanned it, sniffed the food's smell and asked for a sandwich. He spoke with a forced English accent, one which made comprehension a hard nut and unmasked his insecurity.
Questions:
Is there anything wrong with speaking the way you can? Do we have to blend to be accepted? What is the essence of behaving new in another environment? Do humans think about originality?
In order to conquer, they sniff the culture of the environment. From food to language use. Sometimes, however, it is an embarrassing exercise.
SCENE 1:
While Mr. Talklovealways and Mrs. Talklovealways were travelling to Wales, this dialogue ensued between two BLACK women (BW):
BW 1: I don't want to have black children. They are ugly. Mixed raced all the way!
BW 2: I feel you sis. I want an off-colour baby. Thank God I have a white man in the side that's willing to give me my dream.
BW1: I envy you.
BW 2: God will intercede, don't worry.
Ticket inspector walks to the women and asks for their ticket. From their English pregnant with Nigerianess, they jumped into a Queen's english, dropping words from their nose.
SCENE 2:
At 805, a Nigerian restaurant, some guys walked in and ordered for egusi soup and pounded yam. This dialogue emanated:
Man 1: Everything Naija don tire me.
Man 2: I dey tell you brother.
Man 1: See as the soup dirty.
Man 2: I don tell you say make we stop to come here. See as this place dirty!
They paid. Food abandoned. They left.
Scene 3:
My Indian colleague, who just came some three months ago, visited Mr& Mrs Talklovealways. WE offered him some African delicacy. He scanned it, sniffed the food's smell and asked for a sandwich. He spoke with a forced English accent, one which made comprehension a hard nut and unmasked his insecurity.
Questions:
Is there anything wrong with speaking the way you can? Do we have to blend to be accepted? What is the essence of behaving new in another environment? Do humans think about originality?
Monday, 13 May 2013
What's love got to do with it?
And so, they said a woman was made from a man's rib. That's how it was said from the beginning. But the Book did not say that the woman was created to be a thorn in the flesh of man. I think they want everything and nothing. I am just thinking. Thinking.
One night, Mr. Talklovealways went out with a couple of friends to the bar. They are wanted to test their fishing skills. Mr. Workinthebank saw this better-looking chicken-licking beauty and walked up to her then got her digits straight! No long thing! After some sips with the boys, he left with the chicken. Mr. Workintheoil's own was a fascinating move. Sleek as oil. All he did was exchanged business cards with her and immediately, she flapped her wings and they flew away from the place. Mr. Talklovealways, though happily engaged, decided to try his luck and that's where things fell apart.
"What do you do for a living?"
While moving to the low music blaring from the speakers, Mr.Talklovealways simply whispered "I am a writer . "
The girl moonwalked to another side of the bar. Even Michael Jackson could not have beat her. As she walked in air, Mr. Talklovealways followed like Mchammer towards her and used the punch line that had always worked for him: "But I can love you."
Those words killed everything. The speakers went silent. It seemed eyes leapt from human bodies on to my body. Every head was facing me. The fine lady walked away while cooperatively fondling with her breasts and hips, asked : "what's love got to do with it."
I was speechless. I carried myself and I then walked away thinking: do women chase love because of money? can love be bought? Or is love simply a misused word?
Educate me o!
Meanwhile, let me go and enjoy Mrs. Talklovealways sweet palm-oiled vegetable soup.
One night, Mr. Talklovealways went out with a couple of friends to the bar. They are wanted to test their fishing skills. Mr. Workinthebank saw this better-looking chicken-licking beauty and walked up to her then got her digits straight! No long thing! After some sips with the boys, he left with the chicken. Mr. Workintheoil's own was a fascinating move. Sleek as oil. All he did was exchanged business cards with her and immediately, she flapped her wings and they flew away from the place. Mr. Talklovealways, though happily engaged, decided to try his luck and that's where things fell apart.
"What do you do for a living?"
While moving to the low music blaring from the speakers, Mr.Talklovealways simply whispered "I am a writer . "
The girl moonwalked to another side of the bar. Even Michael Jackson could not have beat her. As she walked in air, Mr. Talklovealways followed like Mchammer towards her and used the punch line that had always worked for him: "But I can love you."
Those words killed everything. The speakers went silent. It seemed eyes leapt from human bodies on to my body. Every head was facing me. The fine lady walked away while cooperatively fondling with her breasts and hips, asked : "what's love got to do with it."
I was speechless. I carried myself and I then walked away thinking: do women chase love because of money? can love be bought? Or is love simply a misused word?
Educate me o!
Meanwhile, let me go and enjoy Mrs. Talklovealways sweet palm-oiled vegetable soup.
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