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My Birthday/ Homecoming

Monday, 31 October 2011

My birthday happened to fall on the same day as the school homecoming (they tried to steal my shine)...anyway, that means pictures.. some of the outfits I like...(used my phone for some so sorry....)

Farida, Kwado, Deynum and Me..(in a Maali dress)

Jibby and Jane



Eme( she always looks nice...)

....the shoes


Kwado and Ibiso

Adanna and Deola

yours truly.....

the back of my dress...(yes that is my skin)




Lucy and Theresa

 At this point, the rest of the pictures were taken with a phone..
MintySax (Amina)

Ope( Loved the outfit..was different)

Stephanie and Ope

Noble Igwe and Ummie

Mp and Reyume

Nkari (Neve Dyeri dress..)

...wish I got a full view...

Uduak and Chizoba


The Next day....


Jay Z and Kanye West's OTIS!

Saturday, 29 October 2011

Almost everyone knows I’m a massive fan of Otis Redding. I'm sure I mentioned it in a past blog. I listen to his music when I'm depressed, happy, sad -a culmination of emotions really, all the songs touch me in some way or the other so last month or so, I thought I heard a little tenderness on TV and, because I was busy didn't really sit to watch the video. Actually at first I thought it was a throwback show when lo and behold I heard some form of Rap in the midst. First thought that came to my mind was "that's what I’m talking about, “a contemporary twist to an old favourite. But was I right or wrong?

Jay Z and Kanye West sampled an Otis Redding song and while I'm not particularly a big fan of rap songs/videos, I decided to watch this one because of my love for Otis. Now where do I start? The video in its self didn't look that bad considering they would have had more video girls in scantily clad outfits but they didn't. They also looked like they had lots of fun but WTH. I didn't get it at all. And I heard it was supposed to be a tribute to Otis? Huh? And funny enough, the song is called Otis from their 'Watch the Throne' album.

Apart from Otis Redding’s voice which makes the song sound decent I don’t know what else impressed me. I was lost from the beginning to the end. What was the meaning of the song in its entirety...and the video too? I am confused. For those who have seen it and think it has some kind of meaning I will be glad if it can be explained to me. 

*side note* I get the 'we are living large part,' so any deeper meaning will be appreciated.

Anyway watch below and make your judgments.

I'm Excited Once Again About A New TV Show/Series- Pan Am

Friday, 21 October 2011

Ok! not too long ago, I was Mourning Mad Men right! then Boardwalk Empire came along, and although the latter is a throw back era kinda show too, it tilts more toward The Sopranos, in terms of the gangster, bloody feel to it than this new show Pan Am which stars Nina Ricci.

Pan Am is a television series centered around the iconic airline Pan American World Airways during the early 1960s. The period drama, from writer Jack Orman (ER) and director Thomas Schlamme (The West Wing)

Pan Am takes us back to the 60's -same as Mad Men, and although the stewardesses are mostly in their uniforms, they sometimes wear their fashionable clothes whenever, they are out and about in the different countries in which they find themselves.

I'm pretty sure this is going to be one of my favourites, so watch this space for more... but for now enjoy the pictures below... and here's to hoping it doesn't get cancelled...

Christina Ricci as Maggie Ryan



Reasons to date an Illiterate girl...A Girl who doesn't read...

Thursday, 20 October 2011

'You Should Date An Illiterate Girl' -is the topic of a piece written by Charles Warnke. I recently came across it on thirdworldprofashional and It got me really thinking.... and then so many things came to mind and I had an Aha moment like Oprah will say. So I have decided, I'm not going to be apologetic about certain things/areas in my life. It all makes sense now, and for you lot that 'don't' read, I'm sure you won't read past the first few lines of this post.... and for those who do, some things might just make sense...

Charles Warnke 'You Should Date An Illiterate Girl'

Date a girl who doesn’t read. Find her in the weary squalor of a Midwestern bar. Find her in the smoke, drunken sweat, and varicolored light of an upscale nightclub. Wherever you find her, find her smiling. Make sure that it lingers when the people that are talking to her look away. Engage her with unsentimental trivialities. Use pick-up lines and laugh inwardly. Take her outside when the night overstays its welcome. Ignore the palpable weight of fatigue. Kiss her in the rain under the weak glow of a streetlamp because you’ve seen it in film. Remark at its lack of significance. Take her to your apartment. Dispatch with making love. Fuck her.
Let the anxious contract you’ve unwittingly written evolve slowly and uncomfortably into a relationship. Find shared interests and common ground like sushi, and folk music. Build an impenetrable bastion upon that ground. Make it sacred. Retreat into it every time the air gets stale, or the evenings get long. Talk about nothing of significance. Do little thinking. Let the months pass unnoticed. Ask her to move in. Let her decorate. Get into fights about inconsequential things like how the fucking shower curtain needs to be closed so that it doesn’t fucking collect mold. Let a year pass unnoticed. Begin to notice.
Figure that you should probably get married because you will have wasted a lot of time otherwise. Take her to dinner on the forty-fifth floor at a restaurant far beyond your means. Make sure there is a beautiful view of the city. Sheepishly ask a waiter to bring her a glass of champagne with a modest ring in it. When she notices, propose to her with all of the enthusiasm and sincerity you can muster. Do not be overly concerned if you feel your heart leap through a pane of sheet glass. For that matter, do not be overly concerned if you cannot feel it at all. If there is applause, let it stagnate. If she cries, smile as if you’ve never been happier. If she doesn’t, smile all the same.
Let the years pass unnoticed. Get a career, not a job. Buy a house. Have two striking children. Try to raise them well. Fail, frequently. Lapse into a bored indifference. Lapse into an indifferent sadness. Have a mid-life crisis. Grow old. Wonder at your lack of achievement. Feel sometimes contented, but mostly vacant and ethereal. Feel, during walks, as if you might never return, or as if you might blow away on the wind. Contract a terminal illness. Die, but only after you observe that the girl who didn’t read never made your heart oscillate with any significant passion, that no one will write the story of your lives, and that she will die, too, with only a mild and tempered regret that nothing ever came of her capacity to love.
Do those things, god damnit, because nothing sucks worse than a girl who reads. Do it, I say, because a life in purgatory is better than a life in hell. Do it, because a girl who reads possesses a vocabulary that can describe that amorphous discontent as a life unfulfilled—a vocabulary that parses the innate beauty of the world and makes it an accessible necessity instead of an alien wonder. A girl who reads lays claim to a vocabulary that distinguishes between the specious and soulless rhetoric of someone who cannot love her, and the inarticulate desperation of someone who loves her too much. A vocabulary, god damnit, that makes my vacuous sophistry a cheap trick.
Do it, because a girl who reads understands syntax. Literature has taught her that moments of tenderness come in sporadic but knowable intervals. A girl who reads knows that life is not planar; she knows, and rightly demands, that the ebb comes along with the flow of disappointment. A girl who has read up on her syntax senses the irregular pauses—the hesitation of breath—endemic to a lie. A girl who reads perceives the difference between a parenthetical moment of anger and the entrenched habits of someone whose bitter cynicism will run on, run on well past any point of reason, or purpose, run on far after she has packed a suitcase and said a reluctant goodbye and she has decided that I am an ellipsis and not a period and run on and run on. Syntax that knows the rhythm and cadence of a life well lived.
Date a girl who doesn’t read because the girl who reads knows the importance of plot. She can trace out the demarcations of a prologue and the sharp ridges of a climax. She feels them in her skin. The girl who reads will be patient with an intermission and expedite a denouement. But of all things, the girl who reads knows most the ineluctable significance of an end. She is comfortable with them. She has bid farewell to a thousand heroes with only a twinge of sadness.
Don’t date a girl who reads because girls who read are the storytellers. You with the Joyce, you with the Nabokov, you with the Woolf. You there in the library, on the platform of the metro, you in the corner of the café, you in the window of your room. You, who make my life so god damned difficult. The girl who reads has spun out the account of her life and it is bursting with meaning. She insists that her narratives are rich, her supporting cast colorful, and her typeface bold. You, the girl who reads, make me want to be everything that I am not. But I am weak and I will fail you, because you have dreamed, properly, of someone who is better than I am. You will not accept the life that I told of at the beginning of this piece. You will accept nothing less than passion, and perfection, and a life worthy of being storied. So out with you, girl who reads. Take the next southbound train and take your Hemingway with you. I hate you. I really, really, really hate you.

Past Maali Boutique Event (In pictures)

Sunday, 16 October 2011

Sorry for the delay in posting these pictures. Better late than never I guess! We usually have these events few times during the year where we hang out, eat, drink, buy items and generally have a good time. This time it was bigger and better than the past ones with more people, attending.

Abuja upcoming artistes where there to perform and it was a happy time for those who attended as well as for us because we made a reasonable amount of money *Wide grin*

The event was organised by Kwaghdoo Nyagba, who is studying to be an event coordinator, she was fantastic. Thanks to all who showed up for the event. For upcoming events, check our Facebook page or  twitter-@florasmilelyn. 


Linda, Tirnom, Evelyn (Brushstrokes Makeovers)


Kwadoo and Kemi

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