Excited

I just found out that Immortal, Michael Jackson's next album, will be released on the 21st of November!! Only a day before my birthday. I think I'm such a lucky fan because last year Michael Jackson's Vision was released on my birthday. I'm really excited at the moment, I'm gonna pre-order it now.

MJ buzz

There has been a lot of talk about Michael Jackson lately with his doctor being tried and all. I decided to go through all my favorite pictures of him and thought why not share?

Dancing Nigerian Cop.

Check this video out, it is hillarious!!

Insecure Girl

Insecure girl,
Your confident walk,
Pulls the curtains so the majority do not witness what goes on behind your mask.

Insecure girl,
I know how you feel,
goodbye kisses have a way of leaving a mark on the faces of the heartbroken.

Insecure girl,
You choose to fall far from the flock and follow a black sheep.
Its no wonder you feel lost.

Insecure girl,
Your 100 euro bobby brown may hide the black spots on your forehead
But the story remains written all over your face in permanent ink.

Insecure girl,
You passive smoker,
You watch as others govern the kingdom of your mind.

Insecure girl,
It makes me laugh when I hear you talk like your mama never forbade your use of such language.
You naïve fool, you think it makes you sound wise.

Insecure girl,
Didn't your mother also tell you of how she spent 9 months forcing courage down her umbilical cord?
Yet you walk around like shattered glass.

Insecure girl,
I hope you read this and know I'm talking about you
because I really want you to know you're bigger than you think.

...

      

Hope. Peace. Love.

18

The time has finally come. Well, soon.
I'm going to be 18!!
To be honest, there's only one thing I wish I could do for my birthday: spend it with 4 specific people but unfortunately they are all in completely different cities so I guess I could scrap that thought.
Anyway, I can't think of anything I want to do instead to celebrate. Yet.
I do know what I want however, for now at least: A sketchpad + pencils + New MJ calendar. Random. I know. But I just feel like I haven't done any drawing lately, might as well use my talent.

Did I mention I finally got Maroon 5 tickets???

I can't wait for the concert!!
Its exactly a day before my best friends birthday so she is most likely going to receive a rowdy birthday phone call from me. But that's too bad lol.

I run

I run,
For a living.
At the pace of the heart beats of those singing psalms with open arms and whose naked eyes release tears that erase the ink notes of their lives.
Through vast fields filled with mines and sounds of bomb blasting echoes in my soul playing in the background.
In a race filled with glittering options with piercing voices that leave your mind speechless and make it difficult to walk around blindfolded.

I run,
Towards the invisible finish line that resembles the frown lines on the faces of people who disapprove of my life.
People who think they can map your path out with the paint leftover on their ears that stay laying with walls hoping to hear the latest word on the streets.
I find it impossible to imagine that I wake up everyday to my "Mirror mirror on the wall" only to see a face and walk away convinced I'd seen myself.
Because it seems fair to them to think that I've metamorphed from little drizzles on a withering autumn day to snowflakes on a beautiful summer morning.

I run,
Through a maze built by ravenous souls in lust for unsent love letters handwritten in cursive because we would rather satisfy our flesh first.
I remember how your hands directed elongated symphonies as your fingers travelled to and fro my naked body in search of a ravishing spot to hide.
And the unspoken words you sang through the endless seas of blue in your eyes remain as permanent tattoos in my dislocated mind.
And that goodbye kiss that poisoned my insides led to my eternal numbness because I've been inflicted by your kind ever since like the vibrations of sounding raindrops in my thighs call to them.

I run,
Away from maximum security prisons where the pain I have spelt out in dairies are locked away. But they escape from my tongue while my spirit tries to converse with my Maker's causing me to run away ashamed. And then my heart fills with exclamation marks screaming STOP!
I need. this pain. to stop.
Binding my future in shackles, causing my skin to bleed as it cries for freedom.
I need it to STOP using walls the height of Mt. Kilimanjaro to block away the peace that should come from Him, because they are only playing hard to get.
To STOP doing cartwheels in my eyes making my tears envious so they fall down my face as they cry.

I run,
Through hallways of past mistakes and a series of unfortunate circumstances, waving my hands frantically in an attempt to signal the author, shouting
"Hey, you can stop writing this now"
Because the darkness became too dark for me and I care not for the delicate intricacies that go down in the mind of one about to take that final jump.
And I've grown impatient waiting to see the words "Happily Ever After" on the following page
Because all I see is white lie after white lie marking the roads that lead to destruction because my life has long been affected by the black deaths of hope and hands brought together in Holy matrimony while unholy lips attempted to kiss heaven.

See

I run,
Because all I see are the torn pages of a diary once kept up to date, slit flesh from nights I swore my voice had been muted because the fervent prayers I said through parted lips did not cause the heavens to open up and rain volumes of blessings, and a broken heart someone is yet to fix.
I run through tunnels of dreams and lose my breath because the air surrounding me is filled with the words I've failed to embrace as weapons in this battle before death.
Words when called together in assembly will read:
"The race is not to the swift nor is this battle for the strong"

- Mercedes

Inhale, exhale.

I've had a rough week and it has mostly involved change and compromise. I have made some drastic changes and I don't feel any form of regret thankfully; at least that means I'm doing the right thing(s). 

In my life, I've learned the hard way that it is important to let things go. It's time for me to finally breathe, to exhale. I did a little confessional-type-thing in a poem I haven't quite found an appropriate title for. It was originally meant for the Femme Fatale blog I told you I was a part of but somehow we didn't post anything again this week. 

We were meant to write something about ourselves and it turned into a means for me to let go of everything I had been holding in for some time now, actually, a really long time. I hope it doesn't become one of those poems that ends up being misconstrued, but whatever right? 

Beauty fades; that's why it's what's inside that counts. 

ELI is finally herreeee.

ELI finally came out. I was very excited especially because my mama bought me the album from notjustok.com so I didn't feel left out ^_^

I really liked the album because it was really personal to Iceprince and also because Ive waited so long for it. The album launch concert was apparently crazy. Sad thing I could not be there live :( 

I have a lot of favorites: Wussup Wussup, See Myself, Magician, End of Story and Thank You.

My TOP favorite is Olofofo however and I would like to share it with you guys; its been on replay form 3 days now. Wizkid's bit is beautiful and Jesse Jagz killed the end with those chords. Enjoy:

Olofofo - Iceprince ft Wizkid

PS. You can buy the album on both iTunes and notjustok.com. If you're are in Nigeria, buy it in traffic lol!!

Its been a minute ..

I haven't blogged in a while. I have been too busy. Also, because I've had so much to say and I tend to talk too much so I decided to wait it out to avoid boring you to death.

So, I don't know if any of you have ever heard the name 'Frankie Lymon'? He was one of the most amazing singers in the 50s and he started at a really young age. I first heard about him from the movie which was based on his life 'Why do fools fall in love' because we had to watch it in school. This is my favorite song of his:

Goody Goody

Isn't he talented? He didn't really last long because he got into drugs until he OD'd which is why most don't know who he is. I know this is really random but I was watching Glee the other day and Blaine's (Darren Chris) cover of 'Its not Unusual' by Tom Jones totally reminded me of Frankie, don't ask me how. 

Its not Unusual Glee Cover

PS. Glee is really good this season, contrary to my previous expectations for the new season. NO MORE RACHEL BERRY DRAMA! whew. She pisses me off. Now, its about everybody: Mercedes, Mike, Brittany and so on. Glee is keeping it less banal. Oooh, and Gossip Girl is also great this season, it's very fresh and Chuck Bass is .... (enough said).

Spoken Word

So I was going through my friend Jasmine's blog and I found this video I'd seen ages ago & really loved but I had lost it :'(

Thankfully, it was on her blog, Yaay! Goes to show you that great minds think alike.

Anyway, it is a spoken word video & it is really deep and utterly relevant to today's world. Enjoy xo

"Ten things I want to say to a black woman" by Joshua Bennett

So, I love this dude ... Pharell.

Pharell Williams is talent. I first fell in love with him in that Gwen Stefani song, because he was just different. Another thing I love about him is his fashion sense, he's very unique, even his voice is unique. He's most definitely one of a kind. My tumblr is literally swamped with photos of him aswell as other people I'm obsessed with so I'm gonna share some of my favorite photos of him that are on my tumblr.

I love his chilled outfit here.

:)

I love how his neck tattoo always shows.

He looks soo HOT here.

James 5:16

"Therefore confess your sins to each other and pray for each other so that you may be healed. The prayer of a righteous person is powerful and effective."
- New International Version (NIV)

Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies

I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size

But when I start to tell them

They think I'm telling lies.

I say,

It's in the reach of my arms

The span of my hips,

The stride of my step,

The curl of my lips.

I'm a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That's me.

I walk into a room

Just as cool as you please,

And to a man,

The fellows stand or

Fall down on their knees.

Then they swarm around me,

A hive of honey bees.

I say,

It's the fire in my eyes

And the flash of my teeth,

The swing of my waist,

And the joy in my feet.

I'm a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That's me.

Men themselves have wondered

What they see in me.

They try so much

But they can't touch

My inner mystery.

When I try to show them,

They say they still can't see.

I say

It's in the arch of my back,

The sun of my smile,

The ride of my breasts,

The grace of my style.

I'm a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That's me.

Now you understand

Just why my head's not bowed.

I don't shout or jump about

Or have to talk real loud.

When you see me passing

It ought to make you proud.

I say,

It's in the click of my heels,

The bend of my hair,

The palm of my hand,

The need of my care,

'Cause I'm a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That's me.

from And Still I Rise by Maya Angelou
copyright © 1978 by Maya Angelou.

51

"African?" they ask.
Yes,
but I am Nigerian.

I am the voice that brings heads together,

as I speak in loud tones, through poetry, 

as I make the opinions of the speechless known.
I let my accent roll off my tongue,
by accident, 

as my voice rises like the dust does in my fatherland.

My heart beats like the talking drums of my ancestors, 

brave like the wrestlers of that time yet pure, 

bursting with severe passion, 

bleeding with an indescribable love, 

and having a thirst for change.

My hands stay open as they touch the lives of the needy through actions of brotherly love, 

and as they wish to know the secrets of the delicious dishes of our women.

My ears reminisce those days it fell asleep to folk tales told by the wise whose faces are adorned with
laugh lines and proud smiles, whose eyes saw visions and lips spoke prophecies.

My mind sleeps in a state of unrest,
harboring thoughts of hope and dreaming of a future that can be attained by a generation of multitalented beings: children who break boundaries and shape universes.

My eyes miss the beauty we possess,
seen in the smiles of people who have little joy in the world. 

Yet they laugh even in deprivation, sing even in trepidation. 

The beauty, that's in the happy way the hips of the dancer sways as our culture comes to life with her every move.

My body moves to the echoes of bomb blasts and clashing cutlasses. 

Stray bullets pierce through my eyes as I read memoirs of those persecuted for standing up for something 

and the cries of the survivors of the many oil explosions play in the background. 

While the fire blazes in my soul as I watch those memories once tucked away reincarnate in our today.

And the color of my skin?
It unites me to my people,
tracing the world map, with dotted lines, the route back home. 

Reminding me of seeds I must sow, in memory of my roots that define me, wherever I go.

I am Nigerian,
a reason to be proud,
Proud that after 51 years, we keep growing strong, we keep growing free.

Another Poem I wrote for Femme Fatale

Mama Said ..

My mama told me of times like these,

Of days he will smile at me and cause that girl in my head to twirl,

so gracefully like an ecstatic yet composed ballerina
and of nights I will let my mind swim with graceful rhythms, 

through unending fantasies only to catch my breath again, 

because my dreams were a bit too 'far fetched'.

Of the times I would dance through unknown forests of beautiful desire, 

blindfolded, 

and feel extreme pleasure. 

She said no one will have to tell me which way to go 

because the right person will hold my hand through the darkness 

but she added that I was never to make it easy; 

she never told me that this would be a difficult task.

Of moments I will feel the effects of a famine 

due to massive droughts, 

in my lungs 

because the air between us will be filled with unwritten love songs. 

She told me to stop the knife from getting too deep too quickly

but I could hardly resist him, 

and as I bled volumes of love,

it was like my brain had reset 

because I could barely remember, 

how to pronounce the word 'NO'.

And so we danced together,

in this vast forest with untangled branches of 'I love yous' 

and non-existent trees of 'goodbyes'. 

He drew maps on bare sand 

and soon I became a skilled bandit in the darkness.

All the while the moon cast shadows of doubt upon us 

but I ignored them

as mama's words became a mere constellation

of stars that painted the night skies,

too far to remember.

Then my near sighted eyes began to see those dreams 

take the shape of dark circles 

that made a shelter beneath them 

as I counted days 

because one night while we dug up layers of gold and silver 

with perspiring backs and over active limbs, 

and retraced our steps through the bushy and now familiar path 

of a thousand 'I'd miss yous', 

we were completely oblivious 

to the fact that we had left something behind,

inside me.

But she warned me.

Of the times I'd be bruised with cold 'Hellos' 

and greeted with excuses each time I needed explanations,

for the unmarked footsteps that tainted our secret trail,

Only to realize I had only been a guest.
Of times when the wind that will cause me to shiver 

will be from unfamiliar waters of "If only's", 

flooding my conscience with regrets, 

that I would never see coming.

Of times my stomach will twist in endless knots of ineffable joy 

trapping little creatures with a million colors.
But that morning was not what she had spoken of; 

my stomach felt like its contents had been curled up in a ball 

and propagated by some undiscovered force

 out my mouth as a sick bland color. 

And at that moment, the butterflies were set free.

Mama said there would be days like this, 

but mama's words could never have taught me this lesson.