<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298650216395411539</id><updated>2026-03-21T12:21:02.261-05:00</updated><category term="Cool Stuuf"/><category term="Introduction"/><category term="Naija Guys"/><title type='text'>Foxy Naijarian Lady</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foxynaijarianlady.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298650216395411539/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foxynaijarianlady.blogspot.com/'/><author><name>No one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668318480015390342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298650216395411539.post-5864397534552017161</id><published>2015-09-28T14:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2015-09-28T14:41:01.831-05:00</updated><title type='text'>La Fin</title><content type='html'>La Fin 😊.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foxynaijarianlady.blogspot.com/feeds/5864397534552017161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8298650216395411539/5864397534552017161?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298650216395411539/posts/default/5864397534552017161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298650216395411539/posts/default/5864397534552017161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foxynaijarianlady.blogspot.com/2015/09/la-fin.html' title='La Fin'/><author><name>No one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668318480015390342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298650216395411539.post-3733079232775696886</id><published>2015-08-30T17:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2015-09-14T11:43:43.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten Naira Bread</title><content type='html'>Hey there lovies!!! Have you given your parents their &#39;ten naira bread&#39; today. I know you&#39;re asking yourself what this crazzzzzyyyyyy woman is talking about yeah? Well, thankfully I&#39;m willing to &amp;nbsp;elaborate. You see, as a teenager, I was told I was extra antisocial and extremely rude/Stubborn. I really don&#39;t know what &#39;they&#39; are on about because I think I was one of the nicest, easiest&amp;nbsp;teens ever but what do I know :) ? &lt;br /&gt;
So, anyway, I was in SS. 2 at the time I believe and had the&amp;nbsp;greatest fortune of meeting a young corper, a lady, I&#39;ll call her&amp;nbsp;&#39;N&#39; to protect the innocent but mostly because her name starts with an &#39;N&#39;. N was sent to serve at my school as an English teacher. She stayed at the girls dormitory and acted as the Matron(God, I hate that word) when the actual matron was busy. Well, as soon as I saw her, I&#39;d decided I didn&#39;t like her as she took her &#39;proxy&#39; matronly duties a little too far. The &#39;real&#39; matron would do a headcount at lights occasionally and that was it but miss proxy was trying to enforce all the rules. As teenagers, you know most of us hated her overzealous butt and were like, &quot;God, I have to spend an entire year with this?&quot; So, you know I avoided her like a plague and tried my best to be verrrrryyyy distant when I said my,&quot;Good Mornings&quot; , made sure I didn&#39;t laugh when she cracked her jokes. You know the rebel life nau? ehen.... So one day, she decided to punish us for something or the other and was giving her sermon. Of course I had the blank stare into oblivion with my signature &quot;Are you done?&quot; mouth twist. Then came the life changing moment for me. She said, &quot; You guys think you are the first teenagers on earth? I&#39;ve been there and done that!!!&quot;. I gave her the side eye and in my mind asked,&quot;ehn, really? how many centuries ago?&quot;, lol!! I was evil :) but anyhoo, she went on, &quot;I was so rude, in fact, I was such a terror to my parents and thought I&#39;d have them forever but my dear, at the time I had the worst relationship with my parents, God took both of them from me.&quot; Yes foxlettes, her parents were going on a trip, she had just had a row with them and hoped they would stay longer than expected on their trip and guess what? She got more than&amp;nbsp;she had wished for, they never came back. They were killed in a car&amp;nbsp;crash. She said, &quot;I&amp;nbsp;never knew their value&amp;nbsp;till they were taken from me and I had to be raised by my so called relatives.&quot;&amp;nbsp;Said relatives&amp;nbsp;took all their parents belongings as she was but a teenager and the eldest of the brood and couldn&#39;t stop them and that my friends was when she understood what her parents were worth and in conclusion said, &quot;If I&#39;d known, I would have bought them ten naira bread everyday that I had them since that was all I could afford but at least my widows mite would show them how much I cared for no matter how much I screamed at their funeral, they could not hear me.&quot; People, at that very moment, my heart skipped a beat, I thought about my parents and imagined what&amp;nbsp;it would be like to lose them. My heart started beating very fast and all of a sudden, my very hardened, teenage heart melted. She didn&#39;t seem very evil anymore, in fact, I wanted to get up, run to her and give her a hug,for my people...this moment changed my life. That weekend, I escaped home from school(story for another day.. one of my many talents was escaping home for the weekend and my parents were my accomplices&#39; :) )&amp;nbsp;and went home for the weekend and of course my parents were shocked to see me(first time...I secretly think they&amp;nbsp;were thinking, &quot;has she&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;been expelled for being rude?&quot;, lol!!!) I told them everybody did it(almost) and I just felt home sick and they were like, &quot;awwww&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
So why did I spend some of my life&#39;s minutes typing up this epistle? Well, wanted to ask if you&#39;d been giving your parents their ten naira bread of course.&amp;nbsp;I see them as our earthly creators and representatives of&amp;nbsp;THE creator here on earth.&amp;nbsp; If you haven&#39;t started, you&#39;re in luck, it&#39;s not too late. We don&#39;t have them forever so, drink of them as much you can while you have them, absorb their wisdom,&amp;nbsp;visit them, call them as often as you can. When you can afford to, buy them something.. It doesn&#39;t have to be something big (hence the ten naira bread), just a little something to show them you care for one day they&#39;ll be no more but we&#39;d know that at least, while they were here, they knew they were appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;The foxy one&lt;/em&gt; signing out, that&#39;s as much as I can take right now...&amp;nbsp;anymore and I&#39;d be bawling my eyes out. Shout out to &#39;N&#39; for changing my life, I hope we meet again... one day soon so I can tell you how you changed me.&lt;br /&gt;
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On the one hand, people say you would dress up out of respect for your boss to go to work or to be the winning candidate at&amp;nbsp;a job interview so why not for the biggest,baddest boss of them all right? Well, not so fast, he sees us everyday, Sun-Sat and knows not only what you wear but what we&#39;ve been up to on Friday/Saturday night(cough) so who are we kidding right? What do you think? &lt;br /&gt;
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The wind almost succeeded in flinging my car off the road but I guess the gods of the road kept me safe. So where was everyone when the world ended 12/21/2012? I was at work, hoping the world would actually end so I could skip work,lol!!!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foxynaijarianlady.blogspot.com/feeds/1184413763148348687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8298650216395411539/1184413763148348687?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298650216395411539/posts/default/1184413763148348687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298650216395411539/posts/default/1184413763148348687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foxynaijarianlady.blogspot.com/2012/12/where-were-you-when-world-ended.html' title='Where were you when the world ended?'/><author><name>No one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668318480015390342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298650216395411539.post-2712989593921801997</id><published>2012-10-29T08:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-10-29T08:52:21.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud sista</title><content type='html'>So my big bro is getting married in december. I can&#39;t wait, he is the sweetest dude on the planet. Now I&#39;m not saying this because he is my big bro,I have two big bros and they are both outstanding young men(yels, I brag, I brag,lol), but I digress. I actually honestly and absolutely envy their wives because I swear to you that if they were not&amp;nbsp;my&amp;nbsp;brothers, I would have fought any&amp;nbsp;and every woman on earth to marry one of them&amp;nbsp;(No incesto,lol, just facts) and no, it&#39;s not the sister thing, their ladies can attest to this. I am so happy for these ladies though because both my brothers are with ladies who truely appreciate them and would do anything for them,now what could be better right? I&#39;ll tell you what , my sisters and I finding equally outstanding dudes to marry and I must say, so far, we aint having that much luck. It&#39;s more difficult than that eye of the needle and camel thing I tell you. I know my parents are not the only great parents on earth so why o why is it so hard to find a young&amp;nbsp;man of integrity,&amp;nbsp;who is easy on the eyes and quite&amp;nbsp;ambitious and focused ?&amp;nbsp;Is it too much to ask? It&#39;s not like I&#39;m asking for a guy who looks like&amp;nbsp;Will Smith(with out the big ears), stylish like Pharrell&amp;nbsp;, funny like Chris Rock, swaggified like&amp;nbsp;Lenny Kravitz, rich like Bill, who cooks like Govind Armstrong&amp;nbsp;and can serenade me like Usher, though&amp;nbsp;now&amp;nbsp;that I think of it,&amp;nbsp;it would be nice, real nice...So why lord? Why? Please let me know&amp;nbsp;o &amp;nbsp;and yes I am taking applications(I joke,I joke...not).&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;So I was taking in walk in the park, trying to clear my head in light of the string of disappointments that have been coming my way for the past 2 months where out of no where &#39;Methuselah&#39; says:&lt;br /&gt;
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Methselah:&quot; Hey baby, taking a walk.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Me: &quot;Yes, lovely weather; also clearing my head.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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So Methuselah proceeds to tell me howmany miles he walks a day, lists the healthy foods he eats(he fumbles through this part as he can&#39;t remember what healthy foods he eats) and then he proceeds to ask me if I was married. After picking up my lower lip from the floor I told him no, to which he responded, o your husband is going to be such a lucky man to which I promptly responded, &quot;Thanks&quot;. Then Methuselah proceeds to tell me where he lives to which I respond, &quot;Thanks for the information.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;He goes on to ask where I live to which I respond, &quot;Around&quot;, he tells me he lives with his niece and that he has been divorced for 5 years ( he was still wearing a wedding band by the way and did I mention he was Methuselah?) and that he loved to wine and dine his &#39;ladies&#39;, make them breakfast in bed (whose bed I wonder?) and take them out. In my mind I was like, so you do what any man in a healthy relationship does? (applause) At this point, I wanted to tell the old casanova to get lost but I politely said,&amp;nbsp; I had to get going, to which he responded, &quot;So, when do I see you again?&quot;, in my mind(errr, never,ever,ever,ever........) to him &quot;oh, I&#39;m always at this park (It was my first and last time&amp;nbsp;at that park btw) to which he responded, &quot;Ok , see you tomorrow then &#39;baby&#39;&quot;, I smiled sweetly and said to my self, you got the baby&amp;nbsp;part&amp;nbsp;right, you&#39;re old enough to father my father.&lt;br /&gt;
So there you have it folks, my question is this though, do the dirty ole men ever change?&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; That said, I don&#39;t think parenting is for everyone, each day I hear one heartbreaking story or the other about parents savagely beating or in some extreme cases killing their offspring for little mistakes they make each day. Now I&#39;m not against old school discipline entirely, infact my mummy was a member of the &quot;whoop now, beg later commitee&quot;,lol!! but I digress (love you to pieces mum) but sometimes I wonder where the line between discipline and down right hatred is.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Parents out there, please remember that those little people you take care of each day have feelings too and will be all grown-up&amp;nbsp;one day, I&#39;m not saying spoil them everytime, spoil them when they deserve to be spoiled but also be kind when you are dishing out your servings of discipline.&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ll leave you with a video I saw on youtube,no the parents did not whoop this kid but I couldn&#39;t help but feel so sorry for the boy in the video. Please see the video to understand why:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I moved here to train for six months after which they will post me else where to be an assistant manager. It&#39;s a wonderful opportunity and I&#39;m grateful for it but I can&#39;t wait to be done with training so I can move elsewhere and I&#39;m starting a novena for it to be many states away from here cos this place right here? wow!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So there you have it folks, if you were planning on ever visiting or moving here, you may want to re-think that or erase the thought all together. I repeat, ladies and gents,&amp;nbsp;we have a winner here. Even if your job offers you a padded bank account and a mansion on a&amp;nbsp;hill&amp;nbsp;here run like hell or you will be moving to hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;The foxy one :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foxynaijarianlady.blogspot.com/feeds/8450802168332358887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8298650216395411539/8450802168332358887?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298650216395411539/posts/default/8450802168332358887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298650216395411539/posts/default/8450802168332358887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foxynaijarianlady.blogspot.com/2012/03/hey-there-peoplehow-have-you-been-so-i.html' title='Oklahoma Blues'/><author><name>No one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668318480015390342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298650216395411539.post-7101121124669464706</id><published>2012-02-12T08:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2015-08-30T19:06:17.359-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ms. Houston</title><content type='html'>RIP Ms. Houston, go on home and raise your voice in the choir of the most high.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, why am I boring you with this bit of ancient history? I have noticed that every time I don&#39;t feel well and go to see the doctor or get some OTC&amp;nbsp;medication here in the land of milk and honey, the medications help treat(mask) the symptom, never the root cause. If you doubt this, look at most of you rx bottles or the ads on TV, they almost, ALWAYS say, &quot;oh we&amp;nbsp;treat the symptoms&quot; never the cause. This really concerns me, why do we have to live with ailments and be dependent on medications&amp;nbsp;that only mask the symptoms of the ailment and subsequently our physicians? Why can&#39;t the problem be fixed once and for all. I thought living in a developed country would mean even better healthcare but boy, was I wrong.&lt;br /&gt;
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Different people deal with the blues in different ways; when I&#39;ve got the hump, I go back to my childhood and the things that made my childhood my safe haven and&amp;nbsp;happy place be it foods I loved as a kid( Mostly candy),&amp;nbsp; Novels like: &quot;Chike and the river&quot;&amp;nbsp; and many&amp;nbsp;wonderful&amp;nbsp;books I read in primary school and Secondary School (Enid Blyton Novels and&amp;nbsp;Some Famous five mystery&amp;nbsp;would be&amp;nbsp;lovely but these are out of my reach right now) , Movies like &quot;Sound of Music&quot; and &quot;My fair lady&quot; make me smile and even cry ( but trust me I feel better afterwards) but nothing takes me back to my childhood like Sesame Street. Now I don&#39;t mean the new whack episodes where the Count is a pimp and cookie monster is a gangster (I&#39;m serious, I saw Mr. Cookie rap in one episode and I kid you not), no, I mean the old school episodes with the good stuff that&amp;nbsp;gave you your first shot/dose of&amp;nbsp;common sense. I leave you with some clips&amp;nbsp;of the Sesame street I grew up on; a piece of my childhood&amp;nbsp;.I hope it brings back some wonderful memories or makes a new fan of you depending on when you were born )&lt;br /&gt;
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