The lot of u are witches and wizards...nobody even bothered to find out why i haven't updated..thanx alot...thank u very much..am hurt!!..nobody likes me.watever!
The last time i checked i was a girl,at least it looked like i was...i still had the vital organs at least...abi make i check properly because things been looking funny nowadays...ehen..we are on course.
But i've always felt like a boy in a girls body.
Now what usually comes after that is some kind of revelation...like 'I am gay' or 'i am a transverstite' ..or a gay transverstite..or some other freaky combination i dont even want to think about .
But am sorry to burst your bubbles my dear olofofo's but there's no coming out story here.
I think i feel that way- like a boy cause i grew up in a testerone charged household with two brothers, an uncle and my dad.My mum pretty much didnt have my time and being the only girl it was only normal that i delved into the then unknown world of tomboy-ism.
You know i adopted the 'if u cant beat them join them mentality'
This meant i didnt have to care about the usual balderdash girls were usually concerned with..like make-up,boys and the long list of trivial stuff.Even when i attempted to use some make up i ended up looking less like a beauty and more like a cross between a drag queen and a mad clown....like most ladies end up looking nowadays but haven't the slightest clue.
I love hanging out with the boys(and still do),i felt more at home in their company and enjoyed theri conversations(and still do)
while most girls vied for the attention of boys, i just wanted to kick them and enact mortal combat and street fighter moves with them and exchange sega and nintendo cartridges...hehehe
My brother will forever rememeber me when he looks at his fingers cause i broke his nail while enacting a mortal combat fight with him...and he cried like a silly child.
I fell in love with usual boy stuff..loved wrestling..not the crap i get to watch nowadays...With ultimate warrior and crush as my favorites..You wouldn't catch me with anything romance..at one point i attempted them mills and boons book but nearly died of the mushiness..i love adventure and action anyday.
By the time i was nine i was already riding in cars with boys(ashewo like me shey? u go rundown....get ur mind out of the gutter..thats not what i mean)
I was a chubby 9year old jss1 student in home science sec school(homies science as we called it)
I used to go to school with my brothers their two friends and our driver in our rickety 504 that we nicknamed 'Jalopy' all the way to our school which was almost in ogun state.
So picture me in a car all squeezed up with five other boys.I felt i had died and gone to heaven,
Going to school was a trip,of course we were always later cause we always took detours..first was the mamaput's place which later became a daily habit. and we were known as habitual latecomers thats why we were always seen doing frog jumps at the back of assembly..only to come late the next day..we were rebles! rebels! i tell u
The conversations were hilarious and the most exciting part of the whole experience was that i fell in love with rap music that we blasted in our car radio..every blessed day.
Warren g and natedogg(G-funk era),tupac,dr dre,B.I.G,the fugees,snoop dogg,da luniz....
i loved juicy by B.I.G
"We used to fuss when the landlord dissed us No heat, wonder why Christmas missed us Birthdays was the worst days Now we sip champagne when we thirst-ay"
Dear mama by PAC was it....
and Warren g and Natedoggs...'Regulate'
'It was a clear black night, a clear white moonWarren G was on the streets, trying to consumesome skirts for the eve, so I can get some funkjust rollin in my ride, chillin all alone'
'Do u see'
You don't see what I see, every day as Warren GI take a look over my shoulder, as I get olderGettin tired of mothafuckas sayin' "Warren I told ya"(You don't hear what I hear)But it's so hard to live through these years .
Music never felt so good. i was so into it that on my 9th birthday when the olofofo camera man was going around asking us what we wanted to be when we grow up and he got to me and i was like 'i wanna be a mutha fukcin hustler,u better ask somebody'..to say everyone was shocked was putting it midly..the thing my mother used my yansh to see that night eh..she didnt even mind that it was my birthday.
When i hear those songs i get teary eyed cause i remember them days.
Going home was even more fun cause our dare-devil driver (Mr. Alabi) treated us to car races with other drivers of kids from our school..
if there was any time i had no doubt that God was truly protecting us was those two years i spent riding in that car cause we did stuff that normally should have killed us.
But we were living on the edge and loving it..
The countless times we didnt even go to school(shh dont tell ymy folks)every other poerson wanted to go some place else and they only needed to bribe me for me to play along..
Most times we'd go play snooker at this place called 'Nipple head' in mende(i know what a perverted name) or testing our shoruken's,flash kicks and hundred hand slaps at Mega Games near country club in ikeja...we did that for the next 3years everyday after school.
Or we'd be chilling on the road at ogudu near video net..chowing down on popcorn and ice cream with passersby looking at us and thinking aren't these kids supposed to be in school..
Whenever we had bad results we'd think up ways to break the news to our parents..One time someone suggested we cut our clothes and cut ourselves with blade and lie that we were attacked by armed robbers who only took our school bags with our results in them..lol..that time it didnt seem like a bad idea...but now i can see how stupid that might have been.
It all ended when i was 11,i went to a diffrent school and my brothers graduated and Mr. Alabi left...it was sad but awesome while it lasted..I miss those days and cherish em..one of the happiest times in my life.
But my tomboy-ish phase wasn't over yet..my wardrobe consisted of stuff 'trinny and susannah of what-not-to-wear fame might consider as disastrous and unflattering.
All hideously baggy,combats,jeans and t-shirts...skirts weren't on my shopping radar.I could even imagine me in them.
I almost receeded so much into tomboy-ism short of packing my imaginary balls.
My saving grace was when i met my dear friend Olachi who rubbed some femininity my way,and made me realise being a girl wasn't all that bad.
But i always and still feel like a boy at heart.
What id give to go back to those days...minus the hideous baggy clothes sha.I miss the boy i used to be.
I've been meaning to post something on the 'west africa idols' ill do that in due time.