Where I Wanna Be!

Hi everyone!!!

*big wave*

I've been on a bit of a hiatus--cough, cough *side eye*

Sorry about that, you know that one where life just gets away from ya? YEAH...that one.

It's been a crazy few months and I've careened from being overwhelmed, to being miserable and then back again.

It started with me having so much to do I was barely sleeping and writing for anything other than work was just a massive ask. Then that became my life and in the monotony I just had nothing to share. But after all these months, life seems to have slowed down enough to share.

So here I am.

Ready to share.

This is where I wanna be.

I've had time to think about my blog as well. Just take time, take stock and think, do I really wanna be sharing so much of me? When it comes to personal blogs, I know people get like this from time to time. And even with a semi-hidden identity, sometimes you just have to question the sense in sharing to the degree that I sometimes do. But, hey. This is ME. This is who I am. This is where I wanna be.

I've never been much of a shy girl and I'm not good at hiding me. In fact, I've always been proud of the fact that I am ME, regardless of my audience (though as a kid my mother would tear her hair out, she too has come to appreciate it!).

So, on balance I have decided to continue to do me on this blog. With one caveat. Call it a qualification, if you will...

When life requires me to take a pause--
I will.

No apologies. No guilt.

Now don't get it twisted, I'm not tryna alienate my blog-friends. But when I started this, I didn't know you and I was doing it for me. I wanna keep doing this for me--with your support. This is where I wanna be.

Thank you for your support,
and keep reading! Because...

Love Alwayz,

Nsoromma...Child Of The Heavens

N.B. This title has me thinking an old song I used to love...and since sharing is caring. Enjoy Shade Sheist's Where I Wanna Be...

A week at Wembley...

Hey all,

After the mad Monday that I posted about, the day was finally upon me, ENGLAND V. GHANA at Wembley Stadium with my Cuzzy. I probably should have posted when I got home from the match (was a 1-all draw btw), but I was so tired and hyped all in one I pretty much passed out!

Anyone who was there should be able to tell you that the evening was electric! I think England underestimated how much us Ghanaian's love our football because we BROUGHT IT! It was so much fun being in the almost carnival spirit, talking to anyone and everyone. Seeing Abigail, Priscilla, Gifty, Vida, Mame, Nana, Kay, and all the other bait Ghanaians with bait names who probably all live in Broadwater Farms, who you hadn't seen in a while. EPIC.

And the chants:

- *clap* *clap* *clap* AWAY! *clap* *clap* *clap* AWAY!
- We will score you, we will put PEPPER in your eyes!
- Ghana, Ghana, Ghana oseeeeeeeeeee yieeeeeeeeee!


I've always managed to miss the Ghana friendlies over here. But trust me I'll be ready for the next one!

So...I'd barely recovered from the nite of the football (despite taking the following day off work, lol, don't judge me!) and I was back at Wembley again! This time it was the arena, two days after the match to see Nas and Damian Marley in concert with Erykah Badu, with my girl from uni twice-over, Foreign Office Girl.


I can barely remember the last time that I went to a concert, but I know it was nothing compared to this! I'm not even a Junior Gong fan but kudos to him, he was genuinely mesmerising. The guy has a genuine gift for working the crowd.

So the night kicked of with Erykah who hasn't been here in a hot minutes (lol). And it was well worth the wait. She's as kooky as ever, her singing was interspersed with what can only be described as melodic screeching, she captivated me with her honeyed tones and as ever preaching that Hip Hop is apparently bigger than religion *pause*.

But then, THEN, what I'd be really waiting for Nas and Damian. Or rather let me be fair, I was waiting for NAS. I've been in love with this dude since I can remember. I own EVERY album, know all the songs in order and used to dream of him being my baby daddy. Yeah, I said it! My baby daddy! Lol!

He's still doing it for me boi! And he was so close I thought of fainting (but then I'd have missed vital seconds where I coulda been looking at him, so...no). He brought out the old school, with Got Urself a Gun, One Mic, Hate Me Now...wow. He's STILL got it! Clearly, I haven't got over that night yet...so just try and relive it with me through this post, while I fade off into silence and dream about Nasty Nas, hmmm....*sigh*

Monday Rant!

Ok, so in my positive frame of mind I thought I'd given up my Monday rants...and then Monday just gone happened!

What a comedy of errors! It was pure comedy value...for an un involved spectator. But for me...*sigh*.

(Disclaimer: This was written yesterday)

Look, just consider this...

Sunday was a semi nice day in London Town so I'd been in sandals and a maxi dress. How lovely. But the previous day I'd (finally) moved into my own flat, so all my stuff was there. But lack of food had me spending the night at mum's (you know how it is).

So anyhoo, on Monday morning the day broke, grey dank and cold. And the exhaustion had me waking up later than usual. And I realised all I had to put on my feet for work in were my flip flops. Oh crap. So I needed go to the flat, a diversion which was
GUARANTEED to make me late. Double crap.

So anyhoo I finally get to work in suitable shoes. Half an hour late. And my office takes flexible working to another level so no one has a fixed desk. Being late equals no desk, particularly on a Monday. Grrrrrr! So another half an hour is wasted searching for a desk.

Finally boot up the computer and go into my email looking for the email I'd sent myself of the urgent work I did from home on Friday. Ummmm...it's not there...check my BB. Yes, I'd sent it. Yes, I'd sent it to the correct address. No, I had no notification that the mail had failed and yet...nothing in my work inbox.

So we have a deadline of Wednesday. Tuesday is a full day off training and I'm on leave Wednesday. So I have to go home. I live two hours from work. Oh For F***s Sake!

So I get to mum's and have to email the work to a colleague, while checking the time. You see I'd arranged to pick up my tickets for the England-Ghana match from a guy on the way home from work as it would have been convenient if I hadn't had 2 rush home...

So now it wasn't convenient as he was an hour-and-a-half from my house...so I text him to say I'll be late. And he says he doesn't wanna hold the tickets much longer cuz if I flop he'll not be able to get rid of them before the match. By now I wanna pull my hair out, cuz I have to go BACK to the flat to get something else for work and I WANT MY MATCH TICKETS.

So I meet the guy 45 minutes later and get my beloved tickets and head to my cousin's to crash
(and show off my ticket's to my very annoyed uncle who is STILL waiting for his!). But her dad has sprung a surprise guest on her pissed off ass so I have to trek BACK TO THE FLAT cuz there just isn't the space.

THEN, back at my flat tired and hungry I get a text from my ex. The notorious one who broke my heart over a year ago. Apparently, just to say hi and that he hopes I'm good. OH FUCK OFF! So now I'm annoyed and can't sleep properly.

So much so that, it's now Tuesday morning and I'm late for work AGAIN. And writing this post on the delayed train to work...kmft.


If ANYONE still reads my blog, I should start by saying...I am awfully sorry that I have been so damn lazy. Please forgive me, even though I don't deserve it...love ya!

Now this is short sweet and breezy (kinna).

Named this G.H.E.T.T.O.U.T. after the following Changing Faces track that I've always loved.
This is how I felt finally after all the pain and hurt of my breakup in November 2009.

So leading on from that...a week or so ago I found out that the girl my ex cheated on me with and left me for has dumped his due to all his BMD (tr. Baby Mama Drama). When I was first told I kinna brushed it aside as unimportant.

But I've been thinking about it recently and I feel mildly ecstatic. Yes, I know its a bit of an oxymoron, but hey. That the best description I've got. Plus, I'm kinna talking to someone now, and I'm HAPPY in my life. So that makes it even better.

All of a sudden my heart doesn't shrivel into a prune at the idea of seeing him randomly. Yes, I've gained a few (or more) pounds since we split, and yes I'm not quite a millionaire yet (still working on it though), but I'm HAPPY. Even seeing him couldn't touch that!

So is it bad for me to glory in the fact that they split and at that to my lil' pile of happiness?
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