I had a fabulous FABULOUS weekend. What more can a girl ask for? I finished work early, ate well, slept decently well, met new people and got hit on twice by ‘normal’ ‘good head on their shoulders’ guys. Now I know you are probably wondering what I did this weekend that has me singing …pop songs??? Well, I went to school. Literally
I’m not sure if I have blogged about this before, but I got accepted into one of the top ten MBA programs in the States (All praises to Baba God). So, I decided to go for their admitted students’ orientation weekend which ran from Thursday night to Sunday morning. I arrived early Thursday night to attend the minority aspect part of it. I honestly had a blast and I felt really welcome. The first year students offered practical and usable advice and insights on how to get through and prepare for “MBA Boot Camp.” I am so ecstatic that I attended because I know for sure I would be unprepared based on the information I gathered this weekend.
Weekend Gist Remix
Thursday night started off with dinner and a version of def jams poetry night. I must say mo gbadun (I tremendously enjoyed) the poems written by this naija chick who was doing both her PHD and medical doctors degree at the same time. Kai, some people are just born smart and beautiful. She read about four poems and let me tell you… some of them was soul wrenching and others were sizzling!! She compared the black woman’s role to that of a community whore whose services are no longer needed. She told the black man to learn from her jeans how to fit her completely. She told of the love/bond bestowed upon mothers from our Heavenly father above. Mehn, I wish I had her contact info and permission to post her poems. There was this other guy who was doubling as a Host. I liken him to Lupe Fiasco. Here is a guy, lanky frame with glasses, in his third year in Law School/Business School joint program, who can melt ice with his flow. As he was getting the crowd hype and singing an old school song...that was how the guy just put the mic in front of me to sing. Omo, Sahara salute me with the hot look I gave him!! LOL. I didn’t know the words of the song so I shushed him away with my look. Of course, I apologies and explained later. Funny…thinking back this bobo found me like twice during the weekend and sat at my table. Hmmm. School is most definitely going to be interesting this fall.
So, as I was minding my business trying to mingle at the Thursday night dinner/poetry night, why did my olojukokoro senses ‘sense’ someone was scoping me? I turned around and saw this light caramel Afro-American brother looking my way. Apparently my natural beauty had him swaying from the ceiling fans. Mehn, the guy can make a woman feel beautiful sha. I thought it was only Naija guys who knew how to toast but this guy could hold his ground any day. The conversation went something like this:
(I ran upstairs to change for the other half of the shindig but changed my mind and prior to going up he had practically made me promise to come back down)
Suave Brother: I was hoping you would come back down. I had been looking for you. I thought maybe you changed your mind
NJ: Oh no, I’ve been down for about a few minutes now
Suave Brother: it’s funny, when I first saw you I just had to come over and tell you how beautiful you look tonight.
NJ: Thank You!
Suave Brother: You have such a natural beauty that I can just imagine waking up next to you and you being just as beautiful as you were the night before…even with the drool running down your face *funny moment*
(I am one of those women who has naturally smooth skin so I don’t see the need to wear makeup except on special occasions...or when I feel like it)
NJ: Really??? hehehe, thank you. (All this time I was thinking keep it coming oh)
Suave Brother: I haven’t seen anyone with such nicely shaped eyebrows that are naturally thick (as opposed to penciled in I guess) As you can see, I have some thick eyebrows too
NJ: Well, that’s the reason I have them arched. You wouldn’t want to see them in any other state
We talked throughout the night and he asked to walk me to my room. The guy was just complimenting me left right and center throughout the whole weekend. But one thing I was really impressed by was the fact that he could hold a conversation. I mean apart from the compliments, we talked about our careers, why business school, what we both hoped to do etc.
All in all, he was a cool guy but omo the bobo kolo small oh. ***Why did he get mad when I got the number of a guy I went to school with that I hadn’t seen in ages? Why was he mad that I was talking and gisting with my Naija friend who just happens to be a guy for campus? ***I wonder what the fall will bring if he becomes my classmate...hmmm.
The rest of the weekend had the same feel of fun and information to it. We played games, rooted for teams, went dancing and made potential friends. The only thing I did not like was that I was the only naija person in the incoming class to attend. I mean, this was the first time that Ghanaians outnumbered us before. Mehn, this has put an end to my plans of scoping one or two naija men oh…lol.
After the conference ended Saturday night (for me), I went to my old church on Sunday and was reunited with old friends. Funny, my ex picked me up from the hotel and dropped me back home. I thought I would feel somehow about seeing him again but it was like seeing a long lost friend again. It was actually….nice!
It was great being back in a naija setting again with the accents and what not going on. Of course, there was drama and I was filled in on the gist: Somebody is pregnant, someone gave birth and other peeps hooking up. Ah life as I know it
I have been meaning to blog about the men in my life. Just reading through some of my back posts, I’m sure some people may be lost as to exactly how many guy friends or toasters or marriage potential peeps do I even have gan sef. Maybe my next post will be about that. Or maybe I should tell a story…
Book Currently Reading
I picked up this book from our family library: The Corner by David Simon and Edward Burns. I usually don’t gear towards this genre of writing, but after the first few pages, I think this is going to be a fantastic read. I’ll update on how the book holds up.
Poem I came up with…just now.
I loved you as completely as I could
Stood beside you as valiantly as I could
Carried you as powerful as I could
Prayed for you even when I couldn’t pray for myself
Stole to give to you
Lied to protect you
Fought to be close to you
Oh how my heart waits to receive but a fraction from you
I’m not sure if I have blogged about this before, but I got accepted into one of the top ten MBA programs in the States (All praises to Baba God). So, I decided to go for their admitted students’ orientation weekend which ran from Thursday night to Sunday morning. I arrived early Thursday night to attend the minority aspect part of it. I honestly had a blast and I felt really welcome. The first year students offered practical and usable advice and insights on how to get through and prepare for “MBA Boot Camp.” I am so ecstatic that I attended because I know for sure I would be unprepared based on the information I gathered this weekend.
Weekend Gist RemixThursday night started off with dinner and a version of def jams poetry night. I must say mo gbadun (I tremendously enjoyed) the poems written by this naija chick who was doing both her PHD and medical doctors degree at the same time. Kai, some people are just born smart and beautiful. She read about four poems and let me tell you… some of them was soul wrenching and others were sizzling!! She compared the black woman’s role to that of a community whore whose services are no longer needed. She told the black man to learn from her jeans how to fit her completely. She told of the love/bond bestowed upon mothers from our Heavenly father above. Mehn, I wish I had her contact info and permission to post her poems. There was this other guy who was doubling as a Host. I liken him to Lupe Fiasco. Here is a guy, lanky frame with glasses, in his third year in Law School/Business School joint program, who can melt ice with his flow. As he was getting the crowd hype and singing an old school song...that was how the guy just put the mic in front of me to sing. Omo, Sahara salute me with the hot look I gave him!! LOL. I didn’t know the words of the song so I shushed him away with my look. Of course, I apologies and explained later. Funny…thinking back this bobo found me like twice during the weekend and sat at my table. Hmmm. School is most definitely going to be interesting this fall.
So, as I was minding my business trying to mingle at the Thursday night dinner/poetry night, why did my olojukokoro senses ‘sense’ someone was scoping me? I turned around and saw this light caramel Afro-American brother looking my way. Apparently my natural beauty had him swaying from the ceiling fans. Mehn, the guy can make a woman feel beautiful sha. I thought it was only Naija guys who knew how to toast but this guy could hold his ground any day. The conversation went something like this:
(I ran upstairs to change for the other half of the shindig but changed my mind and prior to going up he had practically made me promise to come back down)
Suave Brother: I was hoping you would come back down. I had been looking for you. I thought maybe you changed your mind
NJ: Oh no, I’ve been down for about a few minutes now
Suave Brother: it’s funny, when I first saw you I just had to come over and tell you how beautiful you look tonight.
NJ: Thank You!
Suave Brother: You have such a natural beauty that I can just imagine waking up next to you and you being just as beautiful as you were the night before…even with the drool running down your face *funny moment*
(I am one of those women who has naturally smooth skin so I don’t see the need to wear makeup except on special occasions...or when I feel like it)
NJ: Really??? hehehe, thank you. (All this time I was thinking keep it coming oh)
Suave Brother: I haven’t seen anyone with such nicely shaped eyebrows that are naturally thick (as opposed to penciled in I guess) As you can see, I have some thick eyebrows too
NJ: Well, that’s the reason I have them arched. You wouldn’t want to see them in any other state
We talked throughout the night and he asked to walk me to my room. The guy was just complimenting me left right and center throughout the whole weekend. But one thing I was really impressed by was the fact that he could hold a conversation. I mean apart from the compliments, we talked about our careers, why business school, what we both hoped to do etc.
All in all, he was a cool guy but omo the bobo kolo small oh. ***Why did he get mad when I got the number of a guy I went to school with that I hadn’t seen in ages? Why was he mad that I was talking and gisting with my Naija friend who just happens to be a guy for campus? ***I wonder what the fall will bring if he becomes my classmate...hmmm.
The rest of the weekend had the same feel of fun and information to it. We played games, rooted for teams, went dancing and made potential friends. The only thing I did not like was that I was the only naija person in the incoming class to attend. I mean, this was the first time that Ghanaians outnumbered us before. Mehn, this has put an end to my plans of scoping one or two naija men oh…lol.
After the conference ended Saturday night (for me), I went to my old church on Sunday and was reunited with old friends. Funny, my ex picked me up from the hotel and dropped me back home. I thought I would feel somehow about seeing him again but it was like seeing a long lost friend again. It was actually….nice!
It was great being back in a naija setting again with the accents and what not going on. Of course, there was drama and I was filled in on the gist: Somebody is pregnant, someone gave birth and other peeps hooking up. Ah life as I know it
I have been meaning to blog about the men in my life. Just reading through some of my back posts, I’m sure some people may be lost as to exactly how many guy friends or toasters or marriage potential peeps do I even have gan sef. Maybe my next post will be about that. Or maybe I should tell a story…
Book Currently Reading
I picked up this book from our family library: The Corner by David Simon and Edward Burns. I usually don’t gear towards this genre of writing, but after the first few pages, I think this is going to be a fantastic read. I’ll update on how the book holds up.
Poem I came up with…just now.
I loved you as completely as I could
Stood beside you as valiantly as I could
Carried you as powerful as I could
Prayed for you even when I couldn’t pray for myself
Stole to give to you
Lied to protect you
Fought to be close to you
Oh how my heart waits to receive but a fraction from you
3 comments:
Hi, naija jinx, very pretty write-up. Keep it coming oh!
And if i may ask, what later happened between you and da guy dat chyked you dat night...am all ears
And tnx for stopping by...1Luv
wow, that poem at the end is killing me. its exactly how i feel right now. anyway am glad everything is going well on your side.
@Ugo D, Uhmm dear, I don't think I said anywhere in this post or in my blog that any guy chyked me (I'm guessing by chyked you mean had sex with me).
@BFF, Babe , I hope you feel better love.
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