Fope's Blog

The exclusive nature of Christianity has to be its most defining feature as well it's most annoying feature for young Christians. Although I'm slightly a control freak (over my life) and can't be drunk for that reason, I'd like to chill out at a bar occasionally. I still sometimes feel it should be okay, but since it's a bridge hanging by a thread, I just don't cross it anymore. That's a personal thing and I guess we all have ours. I know lots of females who feel like an outfit is incomplete without some display of cleavage. I know guys who can't let a Friday night go without some crazy "turning up". Individual preferences I guess. If I wasn't a Christian, I probably still wouldn't have been a party animal, as it's not really my thing, but I'd talk a lot more. I'd give people much more detailed pieces of my mind and explain how much foolishness they display (no filtering). No one would be allowed to correct me except I ...

http://www.tobinifesi.com/2013/06/sweet-bitter-guestpost.html These two lines will probably be my shortest post ever..Cherish the length :P

Doomsday started out as my birthday. I had decided to throw a “small” party. At least it was meant to be small. Somehow, old friends caught wind of it and well you know how those kind of things end up.  Sometime around 9pm, it cooled off and I finally had me-time. My head ached like crazy, many thanks to standing for so long. I hadn’t been able to exercise any of my pregnant woman privileges since no one knew I was pregnant.    I could have been mad that hubby left the house in the middle of my party and was yet to get back, but today wasn’t just that day. When my ‘little’ party lost its attribute of littleness, I wasn’t too surprised that he walked out. I bet he mumbled his famous “stupidly noisy black people” line, as he walked out. I never understood how he married a black girl without doing his research.   But really, what was I supposed to do? Chase him and beg him to play nice and show his wife some support?   I was so done with crap li...

Hey guys! I know I'm in the middle of my story telling, but I really felt like ranting. I'm not sure if I ever mentioned this, but Shonda Rhimes' twitter bio was the final push that got me to start this blog. I think then, it was "I make up stuff for a living." She recently added some extra words to ward off crazy fans who took the"made-up stuff" too far. Not that I blame them though; it was kind of hard not to shed some tears when McSteamy died in Grey's Anatomy :'(.  I liked his sly ways and fine face; it wouldn't have hurt to keep him alive. Anyway, really think about it. Shonda literally just sits there or stands or I dunno, squats there (whatever rocks her writing man's boat) and thinks up amazing stuff. And she gets paid for it. I know it's more than that, she probably has to deal with editors,  film makers and whoever else is involved in bringing the "cool thoughts" to life. But the point is, she really does thi...

It was first the normal seconds of confusion that happen when you wake up in an unfamiliar place; how did I get here? Why does my body feel like a stranger's? What happened to my daughters. Oh no. Thinking about daughters brought all the memories back... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The problems started about six months into the marriage. We'd had a very eventful honeymoon and we carried it over when we got back from Dubai. We'd made no plans to hold off on kids, so Dink just couldn't get why I wasn't pregnant. He was never the crazy "I can't wait to be a daddy" kinda guy, heck! He’d once said that  kids were a barrier to living 'the good life.'  I was definitely furious at his statement and we fought for a bit. But that was before we got married, so when he started getting interested in kids after marriage, I thought maybe the husband thing had some ...

Picture perfect. Those were the words most of my guests had described my wedding day as. I might as well have been dipped in diamonds. I glowed from head to toe. Vera Wang had custom made my wedding dress to perfection. So much that Louis (my ever broke friend who had turned gay because he just couldn't deal with girlfriends and their extravagantness) became a believer in my one occasion dress that was worth a lifetime of savings for many. My amazing aunt had provided Dink and I with Audi's latest model as a "small" wedding present. Dink had just gotten promoted and was now fourth in command of my father's multi-million dollar company. Yes, we were more than able to afford the mansion we called home in Banana Island. I broke my hymen in grand style in Burj Al Arab, Dubai. My cheeks now burn as I remember how hard it was to convince Dink that my "cookie" wouldn't decay from being in the jar for so long! Ha those days were...hmm, words just w...