Diary of Mz-Goldie (Episode1)

ERM.... Okay
This is the aspect of my blog where I give you highlights and climaxes of my day. You also get to peer into my mind and share my sentiments on certain issues.
Hmmm.... Let's see...
Today was mundane and normal. The usual activities associated with waking up daily. Then an opportunity presented itself for a bit of excitement, it was a call. A call that meant I was to journey to the next state for a burial. No that sounded wrong and cruel, so let me state now that the burial was of an old lady, very very old. 97yrs to be precise.
So I fell into the ceremony about 2hrs late, literally fell in because of the tremendous stress I went through to get there. *sighs* But that was it. That was the last I remembered of the stress though because reconnecting with family, eating like 7 dishes in an hour and basking in good music just wiped the struggle from my memory completely. Kind of made me think of how pregnant women go through pain equivalent to having your nails ripped out of your flesh and yet forget about it all the second they catch a glimpse of their bundles of joy.
  The highlight of this event to me was actually at the end, I was already taking my exit when I noticed another band playing at a distance. They attracted such a large crowd of passersby and bike men. So my curiosity was pricked. However the closer I got to the band the more I realized that the attention was not directed at the musicians...it was their dancers.
   Have u ever accused a lady of being scantily dressed??? Well, that's because you haven't seen these two ladies. My mouth fell open as I shamelessly stared at them. Their outfit left absolutely nothing to the imagination. I immediately felt alot of empathy for those innocent unsuspecting men that were just going about their normal business before the devil appeared pretending to be nude dancers. *laughing*
 Aii...that's all for tonight. Sleep well good readers.

What Love Means to Me

                 
I know alot of people, (my brothers to be precise) that will cringe at the sight of this topic, but... Too bad!! *smiling*
  Before I intimate you on what love means to me, let me know yours... What speaks love to you? 
  I just realised that not everyone might understand what this 'L' word really means. Okay don't laugh, there are people that are not clear on this issue.
   Love is not when he mistakenly pushes you down on the corridor and all your books go flying through the air like a mini tornado then you both smile simultaneously. It is certainly not when you two are drawn to kiss by a certain magical force with the perfect soft music playing in the background.
 Love to me is when you catch yourself smiling by yourself because of the memories of a certain someone. It is when you spend a significant part of your day thinking of how to put a smile on that 'someone's' face. Love is when you use the last N500 on you to buy recharge card just to hear that special someone talk about their mundane day. (And yes, I'm gladly guilty).
   Now that's mine...what's yours? What speaks love to you...

a welcome note

welcome guys... this is goodiegoldie. i'm really new in this blog thing so don't expect threemuch!! the point of this blog is really to express my views in a written form... do you know what that means? i'm giving you the golden oppotunity to peer into my golden thoughts... now that's an opportunity that doesn't come often. grab it while it lasts!! lol. feel free to comment. if there is anything that exists in this blog, it's freedom of speech. have fun!!