..::I'm not weird,i just don't conform to the same standards as you!!::..
iWrite because i can. Because i have two hands and ten (very beautiful) fingers that allow me to write. Because i have thoughts in my head that i want to write. Because i'm not quite sane. Because i am me :)
...........firstly yesterday was my sister Emma's birthday...she turned 5 and she really wanted to swim...so we decided to go swimming.... you need to see Emma...really excited to swim...she wore her swimsuit immediately after having her morning bath around six-ish oh...we had to keep explaining to her dat it was too early and we wud swim after church (it was sunday)sooo emma decided dat if she cudnt swim she wudnt go to church....we begged emma,promised her heaven and earth but the girl no gree...serious ajebota dat she did for us dat morning.... spoiled brat dat she is,my mum eventually conceded to her and we ended up not going to mass dat morning.....
.........okay,tym to go and swim,as we wer about to go outside,d gate man came to report d usual sunday unannounced visitors....those visitors that will wake up peacefully in their houses and open their kitchens..nothing to eat..dats wen dey know dey will go and visit people..and my family..with six children,ders always something to eat and so the people must always come..
.....as emma saw these visitors,my mums distant friend and her daughters..she come vex ehn...she went to the woman and sed "you people can come back tomorrow ehn,yhu hear,ders big cockroaches in the house dats why we r running away..so come back tomorrow wen dey hav died okay??"
........but the visitors still stayed for close to two hours,leaving after eating a great deal of rice and juice.... ..........finally we wer off,we got to the damn pool,emma was damn near vibrating at the site of the pool..so she finally went in... ....den the complaints started .....THE WATER IS COLD .....HOLD ME .....LEAVE ME .....THERES A SHARK IN THE WATERRR...MOMMY..VANESSAAAA....HEEELLLP!! .. ... ...the problem is dat she was screaming so loud she was a spectacle to behold... ...she sed sumthing touched her leg in the water and therfore it was a shark..not a fish oh..a shark... .... .... >>>...next thing my mum was screaming HELP IFE..HELP IFE..nd so i turned to find my 2 year old sister strapped to her life jacket floating in the deep end WITH HER EYES SHUT.... .....all the worst case scenarios flashed thru my mind,'had she drownd wen no one was watching?'..i grabbed a floaty and rushed over to her...to discover to my utmost surprise dat she had falln asleep in the middle of the water..WTF... ............. ............... .........and dats how it went...my mum decided to force us to attend evening mass since church was nearby...OMG....i was sitting in church wiv my swimsuit (a one piece thankfully) a short skirt and flip flops...with wet hair,damp body,shivering...boy did the wardens eyeball me dat dey...lol
..........SUMTHING DAT BOTHERS MEEE ALOOTT ......... >>>>>>>>>> .............. Mehn uare hot and sexy and would luv to know u better, well am demola by name and u
and could u let me have ur phone no pls and where on earth do u stay?
................................................................................ ............ ........... i logged onto Facebook and dats the message i saw in my inbox...WTF is wrong with guys??? does dis guy really expect me to respond to his message or to accept his friend request for that matter?? ........guys are really scary these days...i mean i wud b walking on the road and some pervert wud come and start introducing himself and telling me dat he wants to know me??..come on guys..step up yur game.>
..........does such a guy really expect me to stop and start telling him :yes,i also wanna kno ya,dis is my number call me,lets have lunch??:.....wen pigs fly ...................... .....................i think dats all i have in my system for now as always i remain .......::GaGa::...........
....omg... hello fellow bloggers....sorry for not blogging...iv bn havn teenage hormonal crisis
..........soo yesterday i stumbled upon the the story of a girl named hiedi (hydee)..the story broke my heart and i need to share it because it has burdened me since i saw it
....Heidi Koseda died in November 1984, aged 3 years old. She had been starved to death in a locked room in Hillingdon, west London. Her step father, Nicholas Price, claimed during his trial that he had stopped feeding Heidi due to her greediness for sweets in August 1984; he claimed that she then refused to eat food and drink which resulted in her dying in early November. The prosecution alleged that Heidi was placed in the bedroom for at least 2 weeks without food and water, the bedroom door was secured by a broom handle from the outside. Heidi had eaten strips of wall paper & carpet in a desperate attempt to feed herself.
.................who on earth wud do dat to a 3 year old child...i was so shocked dat i decided to research on child abuse...this is wat i foung
......Lisa died in 1982 after a violent assault by her stepfather, Nick Byard, who now protests his innocence.
In november 1981 there was a protection order placed on Liza after his excessive smacking which left her badly bruised, sadly Liza died three months into the protection order.
Both Byard and Lisa's mother claim Lisa's death was caused by an accident. They claim that she fell down a flight of FOUR STEPS at her home,this was supposed to have happend on a wednsday and Liza did not collapse till the following friday.
Lisa's injuries were small bruising on legs and arms, larger bruising to the back of her head and forehead, extensive bruising to her armpit which indicated she was held with some force. further bruising to her abdomenand bruising to her inner chest wall. Further to these she had a double rupture of the duodenum one of which was completely cut by an great ammount of force applied to the stomach area and pressing the duodenum against the spine cutting it in two. There was also bruising to the spine (internal) kidneys, and very large bruising to the abdomen wall.The other major injury was a massive brain hemmorage which covered one side of her brain and a smaller one on the other side.
The inquest was closed with an open verdict, and the prosecution service at that time did not wish to pursue the case as there was not enough evidence and the case was put to sleep in november 1982.
Years later the police agreed to look at the case again and after a thorough investigation which lasted nearly four and a half years, the case was heard at nottingham crown court in october 2006. Byard was given life in prison and ordered to serve a minimum of thirteen years before being eligable for parole.
....................Brandon Muir was 23 months old when he died on 16 March 2008. Brandon suffered acute peritonitis brought on by a ruptured intestine which had been caused by a a massive blow to his stomach with a blunt instrument. He died with over 40 injuries including extensive bruising and scratches on his body. He looked dehydrated and his eyes were sunken into his head.
Although Brandon had been vomiting brown fluid for several hours and had been sleepy the day before he died, his mother failed to get him medical attention. She had also been seen previously assualting Brandon and swearing at him.
.................Victoria Climbie died aged 8 at the hands of her great aunt, Marie Therese Kouao, and the woman's boyfriend Carl Manning. Victoria was sent to the Uk to escape poverty, but within 18 months Victoria was dead. She was forced to live in a freezing bath in her own excrement. Her hands and feet were bound and she was naked except for a bin liner. She was hit over the head with a bicycle chain, burned with boiling water, regularly beaten with weapons including a belt buckle, hammer and wire, her face was scolded with boiling water, and her body burned with cigarettes. When Victoria died her entire body was covered in scars.
.....................................Nia Glassie died in New Zealand on exactly the same day as Baby Peter, she was aged 2. Nia also died after suffering months of horrific abuse.
Catalogue of abuse
The court heard details of horrific abuse inflicted on the three-year old:
• She had been kicked, beaten, slapped, jumped on and held over a burning fire
• She had been put into a clothes dryer spinning at top heat
• Wrestling moves copied from a computer game had been practised on her
• She had been folded into a sofa and sat on, shoved into piles of rubbish, dragged through a sandpit half naked, flung against a wall and dropped from a height onto the floor
• And she had been whirled rapidly on an outdoor rotary clothes line until she was thrown off.
At one point, she was left lying unconscious for 36 hours without medical attention.
.................After months of being used "as a punchbag", Baby Peter died at age 17-months old.
A postmortem revealed that Peter had a broken back, eight fractured ribs, missing fingernails and toenails, multiple bruises and an injury to the inside of his mouth. He had also swallowed one of his own teeth. The court heard that his back had been broken by slamming him down over a bent knee or a bannister, which would have left him paralysed. These injuries were inflicted by his mother's boyfriend.
In the months leading up to his death, Peter was seen 60 times by health or social workers. He was taken to hospital three times in the months before he was murdered. Peter was last seen by social services on July 30 – when his mother and her boyfriend had smeared his face with chocolate to cover up his injuries.
On August 1 Peter was examined by a consultant paediatrician, Dr Sabah al-Zayyat, who noted that Baby P was too "cranky" and "miserable" to examine. She failed to notice that Peter had 8 fractured ribs and a broken back, injuries that would have left him in terrible pain and unable to move his legs.
At 11.35am on August 3 2007, an ambulance was called to the house. Its crew found Baby Peter already stiff and blue in his cot. He was taken to North Middlesex hospital where he was pronounced dead at 12.20pm.
The Old Bailey heard that he should have been protected by social workers, police and health professionals, but his mother manipulated them with lies.
Sadly it could not be proven who dealt the final blow that killed this beautiful little boy, and so his mother, her boyfriend and the lodger have been charged with 'Causing or Allowing the death of a child', a crime which carrys a maximum sentence of 14 years.
On 22 May 2009 Peter's 'mother' was jailed indefinitely to serve a minimum of 5 years.
The lodger was also jailed indefinitely to serve a minimum of 3 years.
.............................Sanam was 2 years old when she died in May 2008. She died from complications resulting from untreated fractures to her legs. These were just some of the 107 injuries inflicted upon Sanam by her 'mother', Zahbeena Navsarkaand, and her 'mother's' fiancé, Subhan Anwar, before she died. She had fractures to all her limbs, they rubbed aftershave into her nappy rash, locked her in a cupboard and beat her with a metal pole.
......................Lauren Wright was 6 years old when died on 6th May 2000. She was brutally murdered by her stepmother after being let down by every single agency responsible for protecting her in the months before her death. Her stepmother, Tracey Wright, punched Lauren so hard in her stomach that part of her digestive system collapsed. After leaving Lauren in excruciating pain for a couple of days, Tracey Wright, punched Lauren's stomach some more, this time killing her.
..............Leticia Aalayah Wright, aged 4, died after suffering "sustained and brutal" abuse which left her with over 100 injuries equivalent to a major road crash. Cigarette burns, bruises and bite marks were among the injuries found covering Leticia Wright's dead body from head to toe.The abuse continued "until her body could take no more"and the cause of her death was multiple injuries which were were mainly forceful blows to Leticia's head and to her abdomen.
.......................13-month-old Carla-Nicole Bone died after a frenzied attack by her mother's boyfriend, Sandy McClure. Carla-Nicole endured cruel and sustained abuse in the months leading up to her death. McClure force-fed her, holding her nostrils, and made her stand unsupported for long periods in an attempt to get her to walk. He would scoop up her vomit from her bib and put it back on her plate. When she died she was covered in bruises to her face, forehead, around her jaw, the left side of her torso and her back. She had suffered a fractured skull and swelling of the brain. McClure had flung Carla-Nicole from wall to wall "like a pendulum", splitting her skull, because she was unable to keep her balance.
......................... Amy Howson was Amy Howson was just 16 months old when her father held her over his knee and broke her back in two. The injury led to spinal shock and rapid unconsciousness. Amy died in Decmber 2007 in hospital just hours after the attack.
......................... 5month old baby Brianna Lopez. She died from continuous abuse from her father, mother & uncle who all lived in a trailer with their own parents. She was penetrated anally, & vaginally. She was bitten & punched. She was thrown. On the night of her death she was thrown to the ceiling & hit it, & let drop to the ground twice. She had brain damage, bleeding into brain. Broken legs (old & new)broken back, & ribs. The police that found her needed counselling because they cudnt get ova wat dey saw,one even left the force all together after dat. The family didnt even want to pay 4 burial. The town did. The family put a cage around her grave to stop ppl from showing little baby Brianna her due respects. Even in her death....her "family" disrespected her & felt the need to control her.
................AND SO THE STORYS GO ON AND ON ..SMALL INNOCENT CHILDREN BATTLING FOR THEIR LIVES
............Yh i hav baby sibling in my house so i know how annoying dey can be and yes i do smack or punish dem wen needed but wateva i do to dem,i do it outta love .............these ppl wer just plain sick and sadists...if u research on their full stories,ud find dat most of the perpetrators wernt evn punished properly.. ...... .........if i was asked to judge id say dat evrythn dey did to the kids b done back to dem..den if dey survive it,they shud get life imprisonment as well..
...IF YHU KNOW OR SUSPECT DAT A CHILD IS BEING MALTREATED OR ABUSED DEN DO SOMETHING ......... .......IF YHU CANT INTERVENE DEN FIND SOMEONE WHO CAN.....THE SAVING OF INNOCENT LIVES STARTS WITH YHU....
...im left-handed..... At dis point most of yhu wud be saying sooo??? Well im left handed AND living in Nigeria Does it make sense now?? Well..for d sake of all dat is Good,il explain...
Since the day i was born..i have bin left-handed which is not good when yhu living in Nigeria... Its considered to as a major taboo and i have bin stigmatized since i was little..lemme give yhu some examples
I was always afraid of going to visit my grandma or of her coming to visit us..(at dis point yhu wud wonder what kinda girl would not want to see her grandma) My grandma had put it into her head dat i used my left-hand purposely to disrespect her...so she set herself out for me...yelling at me weneva i did anything wiv my left hand esp eating.. she wud den tell me to stop eating and use my right hand...a near impossible feat. she often reduced me to tears and was always at loggerheads with my parents because they had no problem with my *situation* as grandma called it 'Chike...yu are not raising this girl in the proper igbo tradition,will she serve her husband with left-hand??' My dad would always defend me and reply dat my husband had nothing to do with my left-hand. Thankfully...bein a botty,i went to a posh school (Corona Primary) wer such things wer either overlooked or not noticed. My first secondary school was the same (Vivian Fowler) and i was farely free,till my parents decided dat i ws spoilt and dat i needed a reality check..
Holy child college,ikoyi..was selected by my mum so that i could get a catholic upbringing as well....*dats a story for another tym*
Here.teachers went as far as to slap me for submitting notes with my left-hand,collecting or recieving things with my left-hand etc.. i always wondered why i was created with left-hand...
Now yall r wondering y im telling all dis story...well it all leads up to wat happend to me last week....it makes me so angry to think bout it
......Well it all started wen my too bratty sisters Emma (4) and Ife (2) started disturbing for hot dogs and smoothiees....i tell yhu dat wen dese children ask for something,they dont beg oh...they DEMAND and WHINE and CRY and drive evryone crazy till dey get wat dey want....
Well,my dad gave me strict orders...TAKE THEM OUT AND GET WATEVA THEY WANT..DEY R DRIVING ME CRAZY AND IM WORKING!!! ....so we went to the BARCELLOS in festac becuz dats d only place in festac dat sells nethn closely resembling smoothies
soo..back to my story....we got der..did d usual stuff.(yhu know now..order etc)
...DEN...wen it was tym to pay,i gave d lady d money and do yu know wat she sed?? USE YHUR RIGHT-HAND OR I WONT COLLECT THE MONEY ...... ....... ...............IMAGINE!!!!!!!!!!
I lookd at d woman and sed ....'EXCUSE ME...BUT...I HAVE BIN LEFT-HANDED SINCE THE DAY I WAS BORN,MY PARENTS HAVE RECIEVED A BILLION THINGS FROM ME AND THEY ARE NOT DEAD NEITHER DO THEY SHOW SIGNS OF DYING...SO YHU HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO EITHER COLLECT THE MONEY FROM MY LEFT HAND OR DIRECT ME TO YOUR MANAGER!!!
.......Trust me now...with my posh british accent in full force..d woman knew dat she couldnt push me over....she collected it and after giving me plenty bad eyes,she gave me my receipt and change..and i walked out with my DIGNITY...lol
............WHICH LEADS ME TO ASK??????/ ...WHAT ARE NIGERIANS PROBLEMS WITH LEFT-HANDED PEOPLE...i met a fellow lefty and we both had similar sad tales to share.....so i thnk il end dis post here and pour out my anger on other people...
i cant remember the exact first day i met opeyemi....but wen i met her,i knew i wud neva forget her.
it was in second term...approximately january 2009...my besties chisom,awelle and i were on our way to goodness knows(it was probably break tym)and opeyemi passed us *actually it was a whole group of ss1 girls dat passed us* and in our regular fashion -as per SS3 girls,we took absolutely no notice of any of them...except our resident idiot awelle(yhu know i love yhu).
awelle- did yhu guys notice those girls?
chisom and i(we cudnt care less)- which girls??
awelle- i cnt believe dat yhu girls ddnt notice them,evryone has been talkn bout dem!!
chisom- den tell us wat happnd for goodness sake..
(I WAS BUSY LOOKING BACK AT THE GIRLS TO SEE IF THEY HAD SPROUTED EXTRA HEADS OR ANYTHING EQUALLY AMAZING AND OR FREAKY!!)
awelle- those girls are best friends,there also in a clique and they call thmselves BRACES GIRLS....cuz dey all wear braces...
okay i wont bore yhu with evry single detail but yhu sha get the point..
well,yhu kno dat thing dat happens wen someone has bin under yhur nose for years and yhu neva notice it but d day yhu FINALLY see it,yhu keep seeing it over and over..dats wat happened with the BRACES GIRLS...i kept seeing them everywhere i went.
and AWELLE our resident Defender of the Helpless made friends with them so they Automatically became my friends...
well,netym i spotted any of the braces girls (Chinwe,Dansia,and of course Opeyemi), i wud call out braces or any similar sounding thing because dey would always answer.
Desperate boarder dat i was at dat tym,i wud always extract deir ipods or phones from dem and return it weneva their batteries died..
On one such escapade,i went with my beloved basketball team *coff coff* to ikeja and forgot to return opeyemis ipod to her...d next day,she wasnt evn vexd dat i returnd it to her late..rather she just hissed in dat cute way we all know and playfully hit me on my head...and dats how my real friendship with opeyemi started....
every wednesday....ope wud wait outside d dining hall...she adored the donuts and wud neva let us rest till she had extracted some from us..
i remember the day she had her shoes*bright blue*,earrings,wristwatch and hair ruffle seized...i met her outside our class sobbing...i had 2 really plead with debbie dat day to release it...
soon...ope seemed to look sick to me..and weneva i wud see her i wud ask her wat was wrong and she wud always tell me she was fyn...i wud den insist dat she was sick.
it became annoying...'VANESSA FREE THE GIRL JO' awelle startd to tell me..nd i tried to stop sayn it....wer d spirits tryn to show me something???...i wud neva know.
den in about april,wen all the ss3s wer goin home to get ready for jamb and stuff,and opeyemi was standing with me at the gate...i was about leaving and she was sayn all the usual holiday yarn...'write well oh,dont get fat'...
i yelled back 'ope,dont forget my birthday oh'
and she yelled back 'HOW CAN I? WHEN ITS THE SAMW DAY AS MY SISTERS BIRTHDAY'
and with a final wave i was gone
i neva knew dat was the last thing ope wud eva say to me...
On a peaceful sunday,a week or so after writing jamb..i was fuming at d dining table,my brother had wrestled d laptop away from me and i was not happy..
my phone rang and i answered it b4 i realised dat awelle was flashing me AGAIN..
i ddnt want to call her back...but she kept flashing and flashing so i decided to call her back..at least i could rant about how annoying brothers are..so i made the phonecall dat changed my life..
wen i called awelle..she was hysterical and cryn and telling me dat OPEYEMI was DEAD!!
'very funny' i told awelle...but she insisted on it,she told me dat she hrd it from CHISOM.....who also sed dat ope died of sickle cell..
...'but awelle' i sed,'opeyemi DOES NOT have SICKLE CELL'....(in my face).d only sickle cell we know is shalom...mayb its shalom....
awelle tld me dat she knew dat opeyemi DID NOT HAVE SICKLE CELL...but since shalom was also awelles AFAM...she was still cryn
'chisom' dat joker,i assured awelle dat i wud call her and get to the bottom of this.
i called chisom and proceeded to thoroughly harass and interrogate her...
'but Vanessa,i can neva joke with death..opeyemi is dead... Cynthia ogueji told me and she heard it from her sister Juliet dats in ss1 with opeyemi'
OPEYEMI!!! DEAD!!.....'Chisom sorry,i hear yhu but i dont believe yhu'
i called awelle back and relayed the info..adding dat i ddnt belive it..i promised to call her back wen i had more news
i lay on my bed and thought ov wat to do...FACEBOOK....i used my fone to log on and quickly checked the recent status updates......RONKE OYEBANJI--(i cnt remember her actual status but it had to do with the death of her friend)....WHAT TO DO WHAT TO DO?
I got ronkes number of facebook and called her ' YHUR ACOUNT BALANCE IS LOW'...all the calling chisom and awelle over and over again had killd my credit..i cut the fone and checked my credit....50 naira left...do i call first or buy another card first...
i called....'hello ronke this is vanessa and i dont have much credit but please just tell me who died......and just as the fone cut i heard one word...OPEYEMI
dats wen the world stopped....i ran madly across out of the house with tears streaming down my eyes....d same tears running down my eyes as i write this..
i buy credit and rush home...back into my room...sobbing....how can she b dead??
i call ronke back to get the details...SICKLE CELL...ope,yhu neva told us dat yhu had sickle cell..u ddnt evn look it....im so hysterical...i calm down..i still have to call awelle and it wudnt do for me to cry wen she was alredy hysterical
i call and gently break d news to her..i finish my credit consoling her...
i log onto facebook and stare at her pics
OPEYEMI IS DEAD??
OPEYEMI IS DEAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WORDS can neva express how much i miss yhu and wish yhu were here...
..::SLEEP WELL MY FRIEND..::