After so long...New Slave

Some people are great with relating to real life people, and expressing themselves in real life. Other people keep it bottled in, till it boils over, they snap and everyone wonders why it happened. Then there's people like me, who device a coping mechanism, a voice- the Internet.
The thing about blogging or microblogging is it lets you be heard without having to deal with direct/immediate reactions. I can scream about what I hate, what frustrates me, what I love...whenever I want. The point has always been to be heard, and to have someone (or 2000 someones) who listen, and acknowledge that they hear me.
How many people go through the world without actual companions? I'm not talking friends who you smoke with, hang with, or talk about sex with. Like, how many people actually have someone on their team? All day...everyday?
Many people think it's annoying or somewhat pathetic to put your shit out there on the Internet, but I say put it all out there if it helps you cope. Don't be that sad sad person behind a smartphone screen judging other people who are trying to keep their shit together when you're stuck.
I'd admit my profuse addiction to microblogging- tweeting to be specific- has put a strain on my relationship with people. Once, someone was being an ass, I complained and he goes "LOL, what are you going to do? Tweet about me?"
Yes. I will tweet about you, put it out there, and get past it. Does the world care? Probably not. Does the world hear? Fuck yes.
...anyways
The point of this is to encourage feeling emotions and moving past them...not dwelling on them.  If writing helps you, if running helps you, music, twitter...do it all until you're okay, hold on as long as you can.
Cheers to my fellow Internet addicts 🍹

#newSlaves

Reminiscing

That night he drove out to see her for the last time in his old Mercedes benz. She snuck out of her house unnoticed as usual and got into his car. He brought her pizza and he was drinking from a bottle of vodka. They lay in companionable silence on the reclined front seats, starring out at the stars through the open roof of his car. They knew they had lost eachother forever but there was still that comfort of each other's presence. She knew she would probably never find anyone who would respect her as much as he did; and he knew he would never love anyone else as much as he did her.
They held hands...unspoken regret in the air.

And after that night, they learnt to hate eachother to deal with being apart.

U G L Y

I just really hate that word. Especially when it is used to describe a person's appearance. I hate to see people rate a person's appearance by their idea of perfection. Beauty is relative to me. It is not one thing.
We all have the same basic features, just differently made...it's a thing of wonder if you ask me. None is greater than the other.
I have grown to fall in love with the variation of faces...to think of it as a fascination.
I like to see everyone and everything as art; and if you look from that perspective, nothing is ugly. Everything is just...the way they are made. "Beautiful" is what you make it.
The only ugly things under the sun are hatred, selfishness, wickedness, violence and the likes. But physically, no one is ugly. Everything is perfect.

You all different.  You all are special. You all are art. You all are beautiful💟

Art- Pablo Piccasso

Inhumanity or insanity

Hello you guys. I wanna talk about something that has been bugging me. People might think its normal but it's been getting worse all around me.
So last weekend, I was on my way to abuja from Jos, we got into traffic in Gidan Waya, and there huge mob of mostly northern looking men. After waiting and asking around, we found out the traffic was because some men who are part of a muslim brotherhood group created a roadblock at a checkpoint and wouldn't let anyone pass, even after vans of soldiers came to the scene.
   Their reason was that a little boy threw a banana peel at the check point and the soldiers beat him up until he passed out. That right there is my problem. The way some Nigerians act like they're above others or above the law. Everyday, soldiers, police men, civilians, lecturers, politicians and anyone with a little power abuses that power. Soldiers beat up a little boy coz he littered the place. A mob murdered boys in Aluu community because they thought they stole. People burn thieves up with tyres and petrol. A girl was stripped and molested because she stole a phone. Two women were stripped and pepper was put in their genitals because they stole. And one died. Lecturers slap students and worse. A guy was killed because he was gay.
    I. Don't. Get. That!
It SERIOUSLY bothers me! Whatever punishment you are giving to these people because you feel they deserve it is even worse than their crime. What happens to you after you murder a thief? Is murder better than stealing? Should you be murdered also? Some Nigerians are so quick to judge and condemn. Most of these people are just hypocrites. What happened to law? What happened to human rights? What happened to being humane?
     If we go on like this, power and money would be the death of us. Don't abuse your position and your ability. Don't do something just because you can, or you're in a position to do it. Always think about the next person. This life is only a pot of beans and one day it'll be over! Don't underestimate how quick it can be over. Just like that. And I believe in curses and bad karma. Watch what you do to people. It never just ends. We will pay. And for those who support street prosecution, we are not barbarians. We are not the African cave men that some people think we are.
    Always live by God. Live by the law. And live by love. Always speak up when you feel wrong about a situation, and advice people in power to do the same. No one is "holy pass" another. The thief, the Homosexual, the murderer and average Joe all have equal rights. Have a great day. Xo

D.I.Y Lemon juice + milk face mask!

Hey guys! So recently, I was breaking out alot and I had discolouration and dry skin patches. Then a friend of mine taught me the "lemon juice and milk face mask" which I've been doing about 3 times a week for the past 1 month. And my skin feels softer! The patches are gone, and the discolouration is almost gone. So I thought I'd share it with you guys.

Lemons!

The benefits of lemon juice to the skin are sooo many. But to mention a few
-Cures acne
-tightens skin and fights wrinkles
-Removes black heads and scars
-tones and brightens
-Natural astringent

Generally...lemons are awesome ^^

Milk!

They claim milk is one of Queen Cleopatra's beauty secrets! Early egyptians bathed in milk and treated their skin with milk. Some benefits-

-natural moisturiser
- softens skin
- makes skin glow
- shrinks pores
- heals and exfoliates dead skin

But the major awesome ingredient in this mask isn't any of the two, but what they react to produce!

"Alpha hydroxy acid (AHA)"

Many creams are sold at high prices 'cause the contain AHA. This face mask has high AHA content, and is cheaper ^.^ Both lemons and milk contain natural AHA, but when added together, the lemon juice makes the milk curdle and creates even more of this awesomeness. AHA firms skin, removes scaly and dry dead skin, lightens skin...etc

HOW TO MAKE THE MASK:
You need - half lemon
                 - 2 table spoons milk powder

Steps-

-wash the lemon and squeeze half into a small bowl
-add 2 spoons of powdered milk and mix
-cut a small wedge of lemon and leave in the mixture
-allow to sit for 2-3 hours for best effects
-apply all over the face and leave to dry
-peel of mask and rinse face
-Repeat up to 3 times a week.

Honey and essential oils can be added to the mask if you please.

WARNING-
. Mixture would sting if it gets into your eyes
. Avoid sunlight as treatment may make skin photosensitive and more susceptible to sunburn
. Dont put mixture in the refrigerator. It might not work

This is what you have done my love.

Wrote this months ago. Just found it and thought Id post it.

She's running as fast as she can without looking back. She feels the rough rocks cut into her bare feet, and the thorns of bushes scrape her legs. Her vision is blurred by tears, and the wind doesnt make it any better, her hair is blowing into her eyes. She can feel the pain in her lungs from running so long. An hour? Maybe two. But the pain she feels inside...in her heart and soul distracts her from all physical pain. No matter how fast she runs, she cant seem to get far enough. The hurt is with her. Has she died? Has she crumbled into countless pieces in the wind and become insignificant particles? Surely no one can survive such. Any being would become none existent after being this broken.
  She's screaming. Not from any sort of pain u can understand, but from memories. She's pressing her palms to her ears, running and screaming. Because she hears her name on his lips. Yes. He said it. And she saw them. He said the words only meant for her ears to another. Her world, her love, her existence was looking into the eyes of another and defiling his body which was meant for her. He said he would wait. She gave him her hand, she gave him her promise. But no. He threw it away. He threw her away. And the hurt wont stop. Its ripping her remembering his breath. She stumbles. Gasping. Praying it is over, but more pain hits her. No friends. No family. And now no love. So no life. Yes. No life. She's digging into the sand. There's a sharp stone. She holds it to her wrist and tears slowly. She doesnt feel a thing. Nothing at all. And that is good. The pain bleeds away into the dirt. She's slipping into the peaceful nothingness of oblivion.
   "This is what u have done my love. U have drained me of life. This is what u have done my love"

2014

We never stop growing into something better till we die
But some people die while they're still alive
They watch themselves wither and decay within themselves
Their souls get so hungry that it starts to affect their health

I want to tell you now... feed your curiosity
Face all of your fears, free yourselves of animosity
Don't be afraid to fall deep in love
And if your heart is broken, pick the pieces up

I want you to look into the mirror and smile
I want you to love your life and not just survive
Find your passion Find your centre Find yourself
Accept what cannot be changed, be at peace within yourself

Also, never forget to be good to your neighbour
Be good to friends and be good to your lover
You only live once, make sure you live life right
So that in the end you can smile and say goodnight xx

HAPPY NEW YEAR!