Part 2(lack of what to use as title)

So I was practically dragged to the hospital by hubby and I was told to finish the biggest bottle of RAGOLIS water cos I have to go for a scan to see what is wrong with bloated tummy. Aight, yours truly sat in the hospital lobby,sipping my water and getting nervous. By the time I finished I was about to burst with pressure on my bladder.

Walked in like I was walking on egg shells into the scan room,the doctor then started all the usual stuff of pouring the gel on my tummy and then doing stuff..... considering that i couldn't see what he was doing I just entertained myself with his grumblings. He later told me after about 15 minutes that I am fine, he didn't see anything and that my monthly period should be coming in a few days.

THANK GOD, I MOUTHED AS I RAN INTO THE LOO.

So to all of you over sabi bloggers that left comment, it wasn't PREGNANCY O. I continued with job hunt and after a while, hubby and I decided(better still hubby alone sef) decided I should go back to the UK cos I was frustrating him with all my whining every minute as per being idle. Initially, I was so looking forward to going back to the UK cos that means, there is always going to be light at least. NEPA can so show themselves in Naija, can you just imagine going for 3 days without light?? Wicked people.
Left for the UK, i need not tell you how much I cried at the airport. I seriously wanted to back out at the last minute but I wasn't sure boo was going to be chuffed to have wasted that much money on ticket. OK,London here I come.

Still feeling sicky sicky,went to see my GP 2 days after I got into the UK and voila the news:

G.P: when was your last menstrual period?
Temmy: I can't remember cos I don't keep tabs.
(G.P grumbling,probably thinking I am daft not to keep tabs in this jet age,but whatever G.P!)
G.P: I need you to conduct a pregnancy test before you leave so I'd know what to treat you for.
Temmy: uh,ok, fine.

10 minutes after,the lines were blue,so blue as a matter of fact REALLY BLUE. She is preggie.

Dunno if to curse the stupid doctor in naija that said I wasn't?
Dunno if I am really excited.
Dunno if I am truly ready for this.
Dunno, dunno, dunno

That sounded like a silly nursery rhyme doesn't it.

Trust me now, I cry for anything. I cried while thanking God but I didn't forget to ask Him why now cos I was so careful. I wanted to get a job first in Naija before starting a family. Guess He knows better.

Lord I thank you for your unfailing and unending love.

Now I can hear you sneer *we were right all along*
LOL (rolling eyes and shutting down blog)

An update at last

This is to VERA!

I hope you will now allow me to breathe. In all honesty this is more RANDOM than random itself.

1. Marriage is great, it has given me the opportunity to put my culinary skills to test. In the bid to impress Mr O(who truly likes food), I have to think every minute about what to cook for dinner that will kinda impress him. I thank God that he doesn't eat breakfast, at work during lunch, so all i really have to do is dinner. So why not make it something special....

So I decided to make Asaro( yam pottage or porridge) one evening like that o, got everything set and I started feeling like a cook. I even wore a pink apron,can you imagine??? Trying to remember how mummy used to make the thing way back was just a blurry vision. This isn't one food I'd eat on a normal day but for the sake of variety before the boy starts to complain that na so so rice I dey give am chop.

Anyways, I got everything right but I guess I added too much water! After mixing all the stuff together, end product was a little soft or was it watery? I began to panic o, carried phone and called PRINCESS YAYI in America(like she was going to come all the way to Naija to make it any better). Alright she told me to do this and that after laughing at me for about 5 minutes.
I quickly sent a text to hubby to alert him that he might not be eating a very ''nice'' dinner. Thank God the thing hardened up before he got back from work.

2. After the honeymoon( I just realised I never got round to blogging about it o), I had to stay back in Nigeria, trying to get a job. Job interviews, writing silly GMAT tests, and then getting offered 50K per month at the end of the day. Ki ni mo fe fi se(what do i want to do with 50K) my mouth don tear. Oh yeah, that reminds me. Went for interview for a marketing role, after all the question and answer session, the chairman of the company said,we know and understand that you studied abroad but we really can't afford to pay you as much as you wish but we can offer you 30K a month. In my head I must have thought I heard the guy saying plus accommodation and official car and driver! Is he drunk?

3. Couldn't stand all the wahala of job hunting in Nigeria, having to wake up to say bye bye to hubby in the morning, same me saying welcome around 7pm. All I was doing then was sleep, eat, watch DSTV, go on the net, go window shopping once in a while, beg hubby to buy doughnut and fresh bread from cant remember the name of the store now jare, I know it is in Ikeja GRA. What a life!!!!!!!!!.

4. Then I woke up one morning,feeling extremely bloated, fat and ...... when all I do is eat. Tried to manage the feeling for some weeks, one fateful morning hubby had to practically drag me to the hospital. There it was, staring at me in the face. Something I have been running away from for years,why me, why now?

To be continued......

Super Eagles ni o.

I knew something was going to push me headlong towards this my blog again. Never thought it was gonna be my favourite Super Eagles or some comments I came across over some of my favourite blogs.

Fine, I do not have the passion to blog but nothing happened to my passion for reading other people's blogs whenever I feel like(cos i can sense someone raising nose already).

Back to Super eagles, whether Nigeria qualifies or not I'd have to speak to Yar Adua to sack the coach. His last minute changes in the match against Mali nearly gave me high blood pressure. For this reason he is guilty of wanting to snuff life out a future Naija Millionaire. Imagine me passing on to glory because of those silly boys, the angels will be too angry they will flog me back to planet earth!

What a better way to be defeated, group stage matches...... ok o. God dey. All I know is I am changing nationality till after Nations cup. Considering Congo or Sudan.

Ehen, talking about other things, what do people gain from being faceless and anonymous and their sole aim is to look for other people's faults. The thing pass me o. It is a free world, people can choose to lie on their blog, free to form or make up stories. Yours is to read and leave comments if you like, if you don't move on!

I have fav blogs that i hardly leave any comment,sometimes because I do not agree with the writer's opinion but I always remember that everyone is entitled to their opinion in life. A cup can either be half full or half empty, it depends on how we see it individually. I tire o. Now they have chased away 36inches from blog world.!

Random Thoughts

I definitely have lost the passion for blogging.

I remember today Abiodun, keep resting. I love you. God loves you more.

I wonder why guys have to put pictures of bare chest on facebook as profile pix.

I wonder why people drive like monkeys in Lagos.

I wonder why I miss my friends so much.

I wonder why God chose to bless me so much despite my unbelief.

I wonder why human beings are so vain.

I wonder why I am wondering..............

I guess I am just plain bored.

30 days of thankfulness...day 15

This is the 15th day of the thankful post. I was tagged by LIFE OF A STRANGER CALLED ME.

Lord i am thankful.



A billion tongues will not be enough to tell the whole world what a wonderful man you are. You brought me out of the miry clay, you set my feet on the rock to stay, daddy you put a song of praise in my mouth!!! Thank you Baba.



Where do I start from?



From YOU being my guide and guard, an ever present help in times of trouble.

The only one that makes me feel safe and secured after every conversation.

The only one that doesn't tell me that all hope is lost.

The only person that said to me that as long as HE is GOD, then I have no reason to be afraid of my tomorrow.

The only reason why I am always happy.......................

I have every reason to bless God, HE surprised me. Early this year, I lost all hope, I used to cry myself to sleep, cry on the bus, cry when talking to friends(I can cry). I can remember vividly my cousin asked me if I am truly a child of God and if I truly believe that He does things at His own time.

I nearly slapped my cousin, I love God,I do his will. Why did he allow my heart to be broken? Where was He when things were going wrong. Little did I know that He was preparing me for another phase of my life. He was also preparing the person that will walk it with me, he made us meet when we were not even searching. He made everything so divine and amazing.

Daddy, I also want to thank you for the favour I have enjoyed this year, the favour yet to come.


On a lighter note, the devil is a liar. My blog just refused to connect all through the day.

I tag Omohemi Benson, Bimbylads and princess yayi.

The Journey.................bits and pieces.

It all started on the 11th of October for me when i left the UK,hey please never fly virgin Nigeria again please. That was my first time and surely my last time. Got to the airport for 7am for a 10am flight, we didn't leave Gatwick till 3pm, let me just spare you the horror of the details but thank God I got home safely.

Slept all through the 12th and 13th of October. Jet Lag

14th of October I remembered I am suppose to hold a bouquet..... you'd wonder why i didn't do all that from the UK abi, I wasn't just composed. Got a lovely wine and gold bouquet from the wedding centre on Toyin Street in Lagos, from there rushed to get beads for my native for the engagement. I wanted beads, just wasn't down for the ''you have to wear gold necklace bit''.


15th I was at the Tailor's place, yeah this is where the wahala started, the blouse was too big. For crying out loud the monkey took my measurement!!!!!!!!!!! See why i didn't want to do the regular iro and buba cos i hate to tie wrapper and the blouse falling off my shoulders. The monkey succeeded in ruining my day, Great!

17th left for Ibadan my hometown for the wedding. Got home and developed a nasty cold, sneezed till my nose became to sore for me to breathe. I began to panic,how on earth is this going to stop.......hubby began to pray.

18th: I woke up around 6 am to have my bath and get my hair done. The lady that made the hair and make up came some 5 minutes after 6am. Yours truly miraculously stopped sneezing!



The engagement party started at 8am. I wanted everything done in one day.

Church service was at 11am,as i walked down the aisle i was all smiles. My brother kept smiling at me and winking. Cheeky dude!



Time to recite vows,i started to cry. I couldn't believe i was telling hubby in front of friends and family that it is only till death do us part

I raised my tears drenched face to the minister of God and watched as he joined me and my sweetheart for life..I looked back towards my parents, Papa Temmy was crying. I cried more. I knew at that point that my father would have preferred Temmy to be his little girl for life. Na so the love reach. He was happy to see me getting married but at the same time I would always be his little girl.

Yours truly ruined the artistically crafted make-up. I dreaded seeing the pictures later.
Before i knew it, we were at the reception. I guess time just flew by because I was lost in the ocean of my hubby's adoring eyes. We couldn't take our eyes off each other. I guess I was outright sexy in my wedding dress. Its always good to give them something to look forward to. He was a sight to behold in that dark blue suit.

Well, I had to change out of the sexy dress into the aso-ebi and mark my words we made a gorgeous couple. You need to hear the oohhss and aaahhs when we danced into the midst of well-wishers. My hubby looked like a million dollars in the agbada, though he didn't want to wear it at first but I managed to convince him.

After the reception, there came another bout of crying. Suddenly I realised I was really leaving my parents and siblings. Not that Mr O was taking me to Sokoto but it just became clear to me that I was a married woman. That my husband now is my first family and priority.

What was most comforting in the overwhelming activities of the past six hours was the vision of my kid brother waving to me as I was whisked away to begin a new life as Mrs O.
'' See you next week' were his cries as his slight figure gradually faded into the distant.

I miss my brother....... I so miss him. The memory of his teary face will stay with me for a long time to come.

Thank you Lord.

Holla peeps, it has been a little over 2 months. yours truly have been planning her life. Odikwa, the thing no easy at all.
For anyone that is quite familiar with my blog or my space, my life has been a very interesting one. but God eventually made it a testimony.

I have always believed in miracles but in Oluwasanya I found a true affirmation of miracles. In him God sent me a very special package, a soul mate, a friend, a brother, and a wise ''old man''. A man that appreciates my worth, respects my opinions and most importantly adores me.

On the 18th of October 2007 at 11am, I walked down the aisle on my father's arms to be joined eternally to Oluwasanya. This was our opportunity to declare our continuous love for each other in front of our families and friends. And to thank God whole heartedly, pledge our commitment to our father in heaven.

For some days now i have been revelling in what is called bliss!
Which to me is sleep, eat and sleep again.Lol. Well, not sure if blogging will be part of my day to day way of life henceforth. I am not sure.

Ok, still on honeymoon. Will be back soon.