Dairy of a Marchcandy girl

SOME RANDOM FACTS ABOUT ME

2016-08-17T14:23:00.000-07:00

Here are some facts about me. I - I started reading the newspaper perfectly at age 5! II - I wrote an erotica mini series titled 'Ireti The Bad Girl' with about 27 episodes at age 6! III - I baked Banana cup cakes for wholesale mass supply at age 7! IV - I made my Inter-house Sports uniform with my bare hands and actually wore it at age 7! V - I scored the highest in my Primary 6 Common Entrance Examinations in the entire Kaduna South, age 9! VI - I was involved in two auto crashes and got out unscathed, age Adult! VII - I have made several mistakes and regrettable decisions, age Adult! Just threw the above out there. Cheers mates.

My Heart And I -- Elizabeth Barrett Browning

2012-04-28T01:43:00.001-07:00

My Heart And I Enough! We're tired, my heart and I. We sit beside the headstone thus, And wish that name were carved for us. The moss reprints more tenderly The hard types of the mason's knife, As Heaven's sweet life renews earth's life With which we're tired, my heart and I. You see we're tired, my heart and I. We dealt with books, we trusted men, And in our own blood drenched the pen, As if such colors could not fly. We walked too straight for fortune's end, We loved too true to keep a friend; At last we're tired, my heart and I. How tired we feel, my heart and I We seem of no use in the world; Our fancies hang gray and uncurled About men's eyes indifferently; Our voice which thrilled you so, will let You sleep; our tears are only wet: What do we here, my heart and I? So tired, so tired, my heart and I! It was not thus in that old time When Ralph sat with me 'neath the lime To watch the sunset from the sky. "Dear love, you're looking tired," he said: I, smiling at him, shook my head. 'Tis now we're tired, my heart and I. So tired, so tired, my heart and I! Though now none takes me on his arm To fold me close and kiss me warm Till each quick breath end in a sigh Of happy languor. Now, alone, We lean upon this graveyard stone, Uncheered, unkissed, my heart and I. Tired out we are, my heart and I. Suppose the world brought diadems To tempt us, crusted with loose gems Of powers and pleasures? Let it try. We scarcely care to look at even A pretty child, or God's blue heaven, We feel so tired, my heart and I. Yet who complains? My heart and I? In this abundant earth no doubt Is little room for things worn out: Disdain them, break them, throw them by! And if before the days grew rough We once were loved, used, - well enough, I think, we've fared, my heart and I. ~Elizabeth Barrett Browning [1806-1861]

Zachary (A Poem).

2012-04-13T16:56:00.000-07:00

A million greetings to my diverse readers. Most people who know me are aware that I love poetry and at times, I try to write.

Here's another I wrote two days ago. I have a lot of writes but usually don't them on this blog. I'm hoping this little poem touches someone, anyone. Hope you like.
It is titled 'Zachary'.

ZACHARY
The manliness of Zachary, the suavity of
Zachary.
Zachary, my Zachary:
Hair like an old crisped scroll, days of its breakage nigh,
The skin coating your palms screams dehydration.
Hands like a miner's: rough and unpolished and unpleasant
Eager to scoop the entirety of me off the grasshoppers ridden brown grass where our picnic mat lay,
Flipping me in the air like you would do a coin when making a bet you were sure to lose.

Zachary, my Zachary
How you would make me scream for you to put me down
Then beg you to twirl me whilst I spread out both my hands in the air
Mimicking the chirpings of a Robin - you taught me how.

The manliness of Zachary, the suavity of Zachary.
When my play flight ends, grabbing unto your brittle hair
Descending,
I forget; and when you put me on our picnic mat -
The mat you got at the thrift store,
My palm has strands of hair in it but we laugh heartily, together
Making a hair ball and tossing it at your face,
Your miner hands raising and blocking your masculine but shrinking face,
Sheilding yourself from my supposedly lethal hair ball.

Zachary, my Zachary;
And the time came.
You had to go to a place where time would be important no more.
That place where your crisped scroll-like hair would absorb moisture.
Those moonlight stories you told me.
How they made me giggle continously and in turn made you laugh.
Those rainy mornings we sang together sitting by the fireplace.
I remember you for them.
Each night when the stars give up their shyness,
I lay our picnic mat on the water starved grass
Looking up, thinking of you.
I know I'll be with you soon if fate permits.
Zachary, my Zachary.
Your manliness. Your suavity.

Christina Milian Feat. Dre "Hot Boy"

2011-11-24T15:24:00.000-08:00

My favourite song since 2006!

One Of My Favourite Poems by Elizabeth Barrette Browning

2011-11-22T00:00:00.000-08:00

HOW DO I LOVE THEE

"How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, --- I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death."

---E.B. Browning

THE FUTURE (A POEM)

2011-11-14T06:00:00.000-08:00

Foretelling the future, I see Precious;
The preciousness of your name,
The preciousness of your words,
The preciousness of your voice,
The preciousness of your body.

Foretelling the future, I see Embers;
The embers from your touch,
The embers from your stare,
The embers from your suave,
The embers from your argots.

Foretelling the future, I see Paradise;
Paradise I feel but in your presence,
Paradise I say but in your company,
Paradise I dream but in your absence,
Paradise I know but in our solidarity.

Foretelling the future, I see Colour;
The colour of passion,
The colour of beauty,
The colour of adoration,
The colour of pleasure.

Foretelling the future, I see Synchrony;
Our thoughts in synchrony,
Our dreams in synchrony,
Our tastes in synchrony,
Our admiration in synchrony.

Foretelling the future, I see Love;
Walking in love,
Working in love,
Singing in love,
Dancing in love.

Foretelling the future, I see Clouds;
Upon which I float when in your presence.
Upon which happiness is the present.
Upon which passion is at its peak.
Upon which my heart goes meek.

Foretelling the future;
If but not in dreams, here we shall be.
If but not in thoughts, here we shall be.
If but not in fantasy, here we shall be.
If,
If and only if;
If but not the distance,
The foretold future is where we shall be my darling.

xx vanessa xx
(do not copy)

BABY

2011-11-11T13:14:00.000-08:00

Hi. It's been a while since I blogged. This blog is supposed to be a diary but your girl has been too busy to write in a what is perceived as a school girl's play ground.
Reading my previous posts, I must admit it is somewhat shallow. All this crazy talk about love and its entrails. In as much as I want to project my intelligence on this blog, I won't as it is supposed to be a diary of a girl and not about serious talk but I must admit I'm so over love talks. I was younger but now older and wiser -- well, I'm still young :) -- I mean it's just over a year ago since I updated this blog last.

Baby? Was thinking of a title for today's post when something came to mind. Baby! Yes baby!
So lately, majority of my childhood and teen years friends have been going about town, gallantly flaunting their babies. Some cute ones and some really hideous ones I must admit *shrieks at the mental image I just had of one of the babies* :)

My mates have been having babies and of course, they get married first. Yes, I'm Nigerian and we don't go about having babies without getting married. I see the girls really happy -- living comfortably with nice husbands. And therefore this happiness reflects on these babies' well being.
With all of these, how can you not want to have your own baby?

Enters Linda, an old friend who is currently a working class sophisticated lady and in her early 20's. It's the weekend and of course salon visits are inevitable. Keys of a posh car being held by the index finger on her left hand just above the fashion ring on it, beside the big stoned engagement ring which now seems to be stuck to the middle finger (who would want to take that off anyways? :) ) and also next to the 24 carat gold wedding band on the fourth finger. Now, this is just the left hand.
On the right hand, a gold fashion ring on the index finger and an ordinary fashion ring on the middle finger.
But all I've mentioned isn't even close to the best part.
Right above the right ankle, just between the elbow pit and the ankle, a gold plated cylindical bar, already curved into a semi-rectangle, the both ends of the semi-rectangular cylindrical bar being attached to both sides of a finely layered mobile baby carrier.
A beautiful baby girl lies in with that cute smile and the occassional clapping of those tiny palms accompanied with baby laughter.

The air in the room is instantly occupied with the smell of babies. You know how lovely and pleasant that can be right? Well, unless the pampers gets busy :)
Acrylic odour disappearing as a more pleasant one takes over.

Aww. See why I want my own baby?! Well, can't have one without a man can I? I'm just done looking for this thing called love.
Maybe it's because I'm looking. So I'll let love find me. Want to get to feel those sparks that they feel in movies. :)
xx vanessa xx

Lost Love!

2010-05-11T00:16:00.000-07:00

I just miss Nick like crazy. He makes me wanna cry everyday and night. If only he knew. This is just not like me. Nobody has ever made me cry or made me restless, making me have sleepless nights. I can't believe a human being can have a huge impact on another's life.
I cry everyday. He made me trust him, he made me love him. He was so right, or so it seemed.

I fell in love for the very first time, or so i thought. He was so gentle, so nice, so sweet. He made me laugh, he made me smile. Now, he is making me cry. What then do i do?
He is the only one who can stop me from crying. He made me cry in the first place.

So adorable. So cute. Everyday i dream of looking into his eyes. His brown eyes. They captivate my soul. He seemed like an angel on earth as a tourist. I trusted him completely. Always truthful to him.

But now i sing a different song. A sad song. A song of lost love. Love that is wicked and cruel. A very sad song of hurt and pain i sing everyday and night. Singing with tears rolling down my cheeks.

Where is my love? I want my love back. My life really depends on it. This thing called love!
x Vanessa x

What a Vacation

2010-01-02T09:18:00.000-08:00

Hey all. I forgot to mention that i would be spending my Christmas and New year in the united kingdom. Well i am and its been such a wonderful ride despite the really harsh (harsh because it so cold and freezing). Funny thing is that back home, everyone curses the sun. The sun is so hot, he sun is scorching, wish i could go somewhere cooler. I was or am one of the numerous Nigerians that complain an awful lot about our scorching sun but since this vacation, all i can say is: God bless the sun, God bless my country, I really need some sun. Gosh, its really freezing.
Well, that's not my object of discussion today. I know you are all saying i know she's going to talk about a boy and all those blah blah blah blah blah. Well, sorry to disappoint you but you are all correct. Its about a boy or a guy or a gentleman.
You guys know I'm a sucker for white skin, maybe blue, green, brown, Grey, hazel eyes. I totally am. So met this guy..... boy is he c-u-t-e... I would say he is edible..lol.. So we met, had a few drinks, and this i forget to add that he is sexy as hell?.. o yes he is.. sexy.. He kind of reminds me of a Back street boy.. :)
So minutes turned into hours, hours into days and we decided to take it to the next level.. Not what you are all thinking guys but, i did visit his well furnished, gorgeous(if ever there is) looking apartment.
To cut a really really long story short, we made out and boy he was great.. great in the cul-de-sac. I've really never seen or met a guy like him. Despite all the "flirtations", he wouldn't just go too far if you all know what i mean.
I guess, we still have gentlemen left on this earth after all even among the white race.
But guys I'm planning on going that far with him whether he likes it or not.. He, my friends is just to handsome to resist.
Will keep you all posted. Fingers crossed my plan would work :)

later
vanny

LONDON

2009-12-20T15:25:00.000-08:00

So, just came into London through Heathrow. The flight was really great. Great service, great wines, great foods. Thank God I was a world class traveller plus passenger. Thought I was going to get drunk cause i drank lots of wines and spirits. Didn't sleep through out the entire flight though it was a midnight flight. Stayed awake watching really crazy movies. I remeber flirting with the sexy male flight steward. Oh! and yes, he flirted back :)
Saw lots of amazing sky high/rise views. Well, after we landed and all the necessary procedures had been carried out, time to reclaim our baggage... and while standing and waiting, you would not believe that someone farted. it was really funny but yet disgusting. God, the whole area was in a coma (it was really strong) lol.
Anyway, finally made it out alive and could you believe that the guy who was supposed to get me from the airport didn't show up? Yes! you can say it. I was stranded... but not for long.
As the Nigerian girl that i am, i surely must and can find my way out of any messy situation so i took the controls.
Got a taxi, located the guy, scolded him then forgave him and then went about my business.
But really, the weather in the United Kingdom is so freaking bad or should i say freezing. It was only God who saved me from the cold. Y'all know My country is really hot even in the so-called harmattan season and so i was scantily dressed. So as i landed, i heard "nwii".. i hear am for my body.. lol.
Anyways, i'm really adjusting and adapting.
Before i forget, back to my internet love. I finally found him on Flickr and sent a message to him. You won't believe what happened!! He read it!! Oh yes he did!! But he ended up blocking me. yes! he blocked me. :( so sad. Felt like crying but what can i do? But on the brighter side, found another internet crazy love. And yes, I bounce back fast!!! lol..
Will keep you all posted on my social activities on the streets of London. Needing someone to keep me warm in this dreadful weather. Till then, its still me....

vanessa
kisses

Its all about JAVA

2009-12-09T09:41:00.000-08:00

Hello again. Today was quite a funny day. At least no men were involved. I finally decided to go to my Java class today. Oops! Sorry I forgot to mention that in between all my daily and social activities, I'm also undergoing a Java programming course. Class was really lively today, lots of laughs et al but i still can't wait for the course to be over. Nothing really happened today except my visiting the dentist. Yes, I'm getting my teeth whitened :) Guess what, my mum also cooked today. Strange i tell you, strange. This woman has not been into the kitchen for ages.
Talking about Java, i did some research on the origin of Java and it turned out to be that Java actually means coffee. Yes, coffee!! Story has it that the first programmers spent all night writing codes that they had to drink coffee in order to keep a clear eye, in order to stay awake.
I know i really sound boring but the whitening teeth gel i have in my mouth right now is so downing my mood. Maybe tomorrow would be a lot more interesting.
I almost forgot to tell y'all about my "internet love". Sure y'all are dying to know what happened next. I'll tell you. I went farther than i expected. I did an email search. I know, I'm a crazy stalker but what would you have me do. I'm also a go getter. I found several emails belonging to several people but same name. Tried narrowing down my search but got nothing. So guys, if i have to subscribe in order for my account on that particular site to be activated then i will and i must.
I'll keep you all posted.
Ciao

mzrchcandy

What is wrong with me?!!

2009-12-07T18:53:00.000-08:00

Hi, its me again and my boring daily activities. Well, can't blame me. Maybe I'm destined to have boring days.
Something really strange is happening to me. Strange i tell you, strange. Okay, I am a single girl as most of you know but being single is really not that easy. Yes, you won't have to worry about anyone anymore and all those problems that come along with relationships. Frankly speaking, I am single and i still have problems. I said earlier on that my activities were boring and these same boring activities made me go look for more fun.
I love surfing the web, that's why i have a blog and i also love meeting new people but then again, who doesn't? Was going through some Irish dating sites because i suddenly found/have serious love for the Irish. In between browsing sites, searching for friends and looking at profiles, i came across this particular profile with a face. I don't know if my head was playing baseball but something hit me. This guy i was staring at is someone that every girl would want or at least( I want). I closed all the other sites and made up my mind to meet him by registering with the site. You have to pay though in order to send messages. I registered like i planned but unfortunately for me i couldn't log in. Hell, i still cant log in!!
The issue is, I find myself thinking about this guy always like I've known him for a really long time. This is someone i haven't met or seen and he doesn't even know i exist. Thank the stars for Google cause i was able to search for him (sj) and i found him on other sites too. You know what I'm going to do? Of course you do. I'm registering with all the sites he also registered with and must contact him.
You guys don't understand, I don't understand it myself but i cant sleep until i've thought about him so much so that i fall asleep thinking about him. What could this be. Am i crazy or what? Wish me luck!!

marchcandy.

Another day

2009-12-06T13:00:00.000-08:00

So yesterday was Saturday. Nothing special happened. Just drinking, drinking and more drinking. Its a good thing i was able to wake up this morning without a hangover.
Today is Sunday and as usual, we Nigerians love going to church and for different reasons. Some people go to worship and praise God, some go to show off their new clothes and purses and shoes, some go to meet girls, some to find husbands. But my case is different. I go to church for an entirely different reason. I go to church to listen to all sorts of testimonies. Don't get me wrong, i love the fact that God is good to us but some testimonies are just really funny. This guy came out to give his testimony and it became a gist. The entire congregation were all cracked up. Talking about how he was riding in an E-class and how the car ahead of him thought he was making an attempt to snatch his car. He was like; "I noticed that the guy in front of me was riding a Golf(not the latest model) and he also thought i was stalking him so i decided to play along. When the guy slows down, i slow down. When he accelerates, i do same. He was looking for a way to shake me off but i was just finding it really funny".
I really don't know how that story turned testimony ended because the usher told him his time was up. See why i love going to church to listen to testimonies..

Its Friday Again

2009-12-05T18:09:00.000-08:00

Sometimes i wonder why everyone is so excited about Friday. But then again, since an abbreviation has been invented, then it must be really special. TGIF!! Last week was really funny. I mean from the "hit the spot guy" to the numerous and usual cases of hit'n'run.
Let me explain what i mean by hit'n'run. There are different kinds of guys/men. Married, single, womanizers, etc.
Friday evening, i met a guy. Actually, he met me. And of course he's married. Later that night, he took me to a "joint" and asked me to have whatever i want. He specifically made me take lots of drinks and of course i knew what he was up to but as the Ibo girl that i am, i do have a few tricks up my sleeves. I made sure i had same brand so as to keep sane. Thinking he had got me all tipsy he decided to get a room in a motel somewhere but of course he asked me first. If u think i said no, you got it all wrong. I said yes!! I even followed him to the motel.
Anyway, his plan was to go clubbing, then come back to the motel and spend the night. I happily agreed. I ordered for more drinks and i could sense that his wallet was almost dry. Just then i asked him to take me home so i could slip into convenient dancing clothes and shoes. And of course the married fool took me. What really baffled me was that his wife and kid live really close by and he told them he was having a meeting with partners.
Well when i got home and got in, i put on my sleeping clothes and went to bed forgetting about the guy waiting outside until he called my cell. With a really crappy voice, i told him i couldn't go clubbing cause i had PMS!!
Now my friends, thats what i call a hit'n'run. Adios. gotta go to bed.

marchcandy

Hit the spot

2009-12-04T08:01:00.000-08:00

Just like any other Friday night, i had set my sights on either catching a movie or just dancing the night away. But this rather normal Friday night activities were about to take a U-turn. A complete turn. I had gone to get some tickets for my friends and i then later get pop corns. I decided to take the stairs instead of the occasional and rather easier elevator. Going down the stairs, i met company. Like my usual self, i smiled back after i got a smile :)
The fist words that came out of this so-called company's mouth was; "Do u mind if i hit the spot". I could barely reply as i had no idea what he meant.I quickly rushed down the stairs and back to the theatre. Through out the duration of the movie, what i could think about was; HIT THE SPOT.
Let's see what's going to come up tonight. TGIF