“In the end, the basic ingredients of existence never falter, whether you’re flying business or red-eye economy, or staying home.” Erin at outerNotes reflects on the lifestyle of a worldly jet-setter and wonders whether she’s “made it.”
lets say i discovered pinterest a few months after the hype about it was over and i was officially under the rock as usual, lol ! ok so i started becoming with pinterest to the point where i thought it was part of my checklist of life to fulfil most pointers ideas, haha none till date has worked out probably because I’m too lazy to actually do it. my gallery of people on pinterest is awesome though i have to do a little of self praisal here, as usual i have a test coming up but pinterresy here we come
a link to a beautiful gallery you won’t regret it,
I will probably do a whole post on a sad news that struck me badly about Raudha’s death and a gallery to celebrate her life.
and BYe !
Now i know whats probably on your mind as a reader, that oops here she comes again, she probably ate rice and can’t keep shut or its the santi, the rice was talking it possessed me “but no! ” in my beyoncé voice, it was just as inspiration goes, so without further a do, can you guess i have been watching nach baliye and i don’t care whether its divek or ishima and vivek but i want them to win.
rice rice rice oh what have you done to man on earth
you so plain looking yet exquisite
savoury and sweet as in pudding or salty and fried as in naasi goreng
even while bare you roar up a fight
from the commoners to the rich you are best to all
with the best stir fry you create a tamashah ( ruckus )
with the least of ketchups you make ears roll
to the hungry stomach you are music
jollof rice na you ; nations are at twitter wars for you
fried chicken is your icing on the cake
maggi is the sugar in your tea
pepper is the key to your flavour
tomato is the door to your beauty
sorry for the interruption in the book please a round of applause for rice, thank you, now for the loverrs of rice, just think about the best rice you have had in a while, now use the brain cells you have left after all that sweet memory to give rice a huge round of applause.
A snippet of my book on wattpad A heart for the slum
Sometimes I have no idea of what to put on my watercolor paper. Today was one of those days. I like drawing lines with my dip pen (more so with the broad tipped nibs than the more narrow tips). My pen strokes weren’t as smooth as I would have liked. Instead of fullness of convex […]
i have been having a writers block for quite some time now, well i almost forgot about my blog for quite some time, until yesterday , yes chordates is about to take me where invertebrates never did, school has been hectic. my sister was ill all through february , but yay I’m about to start something really cool, so guys stay tuned and apologies for the lack of poetry posts, well its a copyright thing until i renew my blogs copyright and others i can’t post new things much but my wattpad is there for you.
In the detail from Botticelli’s painting, the one of the oranges in their deep green trees at twilight, I’m able to feel it again. As a child, I didn’t see the brush strokes but the painter’s pure vision, standing between the real and the oils that caught it. What floats between the thing and […]