Football SPeak... Adnan Who? Adnan Januzaj that's who!

It was a lovely Saturday that had me having lunch and drinks with Korebrown (my colleague at Top Radio 90.9) in my Manchester United tee. We 'stumbled' on the Manchester United .v. Sunderland game which given the choice i would have missed and 'watched' on twitter instead.

As expected, by the fifth minute, Manchester United was in heart attack mode. You know, when your team gives you reasons to panic. Sunderland was up and thirty minutes later, the team still did not look like a winning team. I was being teased, the jokes had started on twitter and i was done when somehow, Manchester United (still the best team in the world but struggling a bit) got saved from potential embarrassment by Adnan Januzaj.

Which then of course, prompted the question, Who Is Adnan Januzaj?

Here is what i found out

- Adnan is 18 years old

- He was born in Brussels

- To Kosovan-Albanian parents

- He joined Manchester United in 2011 from Anderlecht

- Sir Alex Ferguson has been a fan, putting him on the bench for his last game last season.

- He first played for the main team during the Community Shield game against Wigan

- He was given his jersey, 44, by Sir Alex Ferguson

- He has now been reportedly offered sixty thousand pounds a week by Manchester United to extend his contract which expires in eight months

- Januzaj is eligible to represent Belgium through birth, Albania through his parents, Turkey through his grandparents and Serbia due to the disputed status of his parents' homeland of Kosovo. He will be eligible to play for England in 2018

- He is HOT!!!

I Love Their Love... Big Sean and Naya Rivera

Some people just look great together. And Big Sean and Naya Rivera are two people who look hot together. I love their love.

The hiphop star and the Glee actress met...wait for it, on TWITTER! They followed each other, sent a few direct messages, and then they hooked up.  They first attended an event together officially in April and Big Sean was all love and smiles when he spoke about her on an episode of  "Fashion Police" that i saw him on. I just love their love and i hope they both make each other happy and have beautiful, daring kids together!

Woot Woot!

You can't get over your ex till you meet the next...

Hey all.
So this theory was one i heard while in Law School. My friend had recently split with her boyfriend but was still dating him. Sort of.
One day when i saw her crying, we spoke about it and she put it a bit more crudely- "To get over your ex, get under the next" and she assured me she would be fine once she met someone new.

I never really processed that laughing it off as things we say when broken.

I did know though that when i was heartbroken, a compliment from someone new always cheered me up. But then i am a leo- easily pleased.

Fast track a few years later.

I fell in love, and then it ended and i, like humpty dumpty, never really got back together again.
I was truly done with love and had considered getting a cat or nine. While i knew in theory that i was over my ex and did not want to be with him any longer, i still hurt, especially when i heard his name.
It got better, like Leona Lewis assures, in time.

But then i met Mr C

Mr C got me off guard; i had not gone out that night expecting to 'pull'. I thought i would go out, come home and sleep. But i went out and met Mr C and felt such a huge attraction to him that it is no surprise we started dating.

And just as my friend predicted. Meeting someone and falling (in intense like?) made me so strong that now, you can even mention my ex's full name and i wouldn't flinch.

So wait. Does that mean that if you do not fall in love with someone new you cannot get rid of someone old?

My people, talk to me!

That's a lie

You broke my heart
I hope you are happy
That's a lie

I hope you are sad
I hope your heart is broken too

I hope you miss me
I hope you wonder if you made a mistake

I hope you want me back
I hope you need me now

I hope you cry too
I hope you hurt too

Where does love come from

They didn't teach you how to love. Poor thing. You were not born with the whys and the whos and the whys of love embedded in you. So you had to learn it. From the first people you met and knew. From how they said it, showed it, felt it, believed it, taught it.
You learnt to hug or push away, to be free or be guarded, to deceive or be open, to give or to take, or to hoard it.

We did not come with a manual, so we learn it from those who birth us, keep us, teach us, feed us, 'love' us. Some of us do exactly what we saw. We see love as a battlefield and a fight we have to win, a game we have to play, a treat we have to keep. Some of us love freely and get stung. Some of us never fully decide who we are and what love means. We just walk around aimlessly searching for love, and sometimes, searching more for what love means than what love is.

Love is love. But what IS love? And who will ever show me what it means?

Music to Real Life... Part 2

So, the second song was one i randomly played on the show today.
While i am not as torn up as Natalie Imbruglia is, i do think it speaks a bit to how i feel today!
Thank you music!


NATALIE IMBRUGLIA LYRICS
"Torn"

I thought, I saw a man brought to life
He was warm, he came around and he was dignified
He showed me what it was to cry

Well, you couldn't be that man I adored
You don't seem to know
Seem to care what your heart is for
But I don't know him anymore

There's nothing where he used to lie
The conversation has run dry
That's what's going on
Nothing's fine, I'm torn

I'm all out of faith
This is how I feel
I'm cold and I am shamed
Lying naked on the floor

Illusion never changed
Into something real
I'm wide awake and I can see
The perfect sky is torn
You're a little late, I'm already torn

It crawled beneath my veins
And now I don't care, I had no luck
I don't miss it all that much
There's just so many things
That I can touch, I'm torn

I'm all out of faith
This is how I feel
I'm cold and I am shamed
Lying naked on the floor

Illusion never changed
Into something real
I'm wide awake and I can see
The perfect sky is torn
You're a little late, I'm already torn, torn

There's nothing where he used to lie
My inspiration has run dry
That's what's going on
Nothing's right, I'm torn

I'm all out of faith
This is how I feel
I'm cold and I am shamed
Lying naked on this floor

Illusion never changed
Into something real
I'm wide awake and I can see
The perfect sky is torn

I'm all out of faith
This is how I feel
I'm cold and I'm ashamed
Bound and broken on the floor
You're a little late, I'm already torn, torn

From MUSIC to REAL LIFE... Music heals it all... Part 1

Hey yo!

Ever noticed how no matter what you are going through, somehow there is someone who has gone through it and you have the evidence because they sang a song about it?

Yeah me too.
So today ii have not one, but two songs .

Let us start with how crappy i have been feeling lately. Just really crappy. Like i am losing it. So to make it worse, my darling team, Manchester United has been breaking my heart lately.
It's tough to explain but when it rains it pours.

So this morning, i remembered a song i once played when Liverpool beat us by five goals. And as i paraphrased the lyrics for my Man U fans, i realised just how much they could do for anyone going through stuff.

So here we go
My paraphrased version of T.I's "No Matter What"

Yeah, yeah, yeah, aye
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
I say still I stand, aye
And shawty here I am

Neva have ya seen in ya lifetime
A more divine human being
Wit a swag like mine
Facin all kind of bs
But smile like Im fine
Brag with such passion
And shine without trying

Believe me, pain's a small thing to a giant
I was born without a handbook
Out tha pain I climbed
Spoke my mind
And didnt stutter one time
Ali say even the greatest
Gotta suffer some time

I aint dead
(Naw)
I aint done
(Naw)
I aint scared
(Of what?)
I aint run
(From who?)

But still I stand
(Yeah)
No matter what people
Here I am
(Yeah)
No matter what, remember

I aint break
(Neva)
I aint fold
(Neva)
They hate me mo
(So!)
Yeah I know
(Haha)

Here I go
(Yeah)
No matter what shawty, here I go
(Haha)
No matter what shawty

God'll take you through hell just to get you to heaven
So even though its heavy, the load I will carry
Grin and still bear it
Win and still share it
Apologies to those i hurt, I hope you can understand it
Life can change ya directions
Even when you aint planned it

All you can do is handle it
The worst thing you could do is panic
Use it to your advantage
Avoid insanity, manage to conquer
Every obstacle, make impossible possible
Even when winning's illogical
Losing's still far from optional
I weather whateva storm
Make it out with just a few bruises
But revenge is best served as a cold dish
And suckas will get served nigga, no shit
Guess it was understood, for me it was over with
But I dont quit if ya aint notice yet
They couldnt wait to say good night shawty
So they can try to rhyme, act and look like shawty
Somehow I rise above my problems and remain here
Yeah and I hope the picture painted clear
If ya heart filled with faith then ya cant fear
Wonder how I face years and Im still chillin?
Easy, let go and let God deal wit it


Read more: T.I. - No Matter What Lyrics

Tosyn Bucknor explains the offside rule...or tries to!

So i love football, and i love the offside rule, or at least i understand it. Understanding a rule is one thing, but can i explain it? Watch my valiant attempt at breaking the offside rule down with some shopping analogy!

Also let me know if you understand the offside rule any better after watching this!

The case of the (off again on again) ex

So it was Selena Gomez's birthday a few days ago and guess who showed up with a single rose? None other than Justin Bieber.

As of then, they were officially off again with both of them having gone through great lengths to show they had moved on and yet he shows up for her birthday with a rose.

So, what does that mean when your ex brings a rose to you on your birthday?

If that happened to me...
- with an ex i still liked, it would destabilise me and make me wonder!
- with an ex i no longer cared for, it would come across as pretty pathetic.

For him to have brought that rose and not try to sneak in or anything, i believe he knew for sure there would be no current boyfriend giving him the eye, and his gift would not be thrown to the floor dramatically.

So what is it with celebrities like Chris Brown and Rihanna, and now Justin Bieber and Selena Gomez not being able to make clean breaks?

Personally, when a relationship ends, i think of it as over, done, dusted, o look here is the museum you can hang our memories up at over.
On and Off again? That can't be healthy!

Are you a clean break kind of person or does it take you a few starts and stops to finally end things?

Talk to Tosyn!

Going #OutOnALimb

People who came out to support

With Crystal, the founder of the foundation

The Irede Foundation, named after the very lovely Irede got us all up earlier today for the Irede Foundation's #OutOnALimb walk.

Tosyn Bucknor Fela Durotoye Crystal (Founder) and Sayo Odunsi

The #OutOnALimb walk was an awareness walk for children living with disabilities.
We all met up beside Mobil on Awolowo Road, networked and began walking to Falomo and back. We were kept hydrated and it was so well organised.

Walking and Smiling

When we got back to the take-off point, we learnt a bit about why it is important to always have a registered and licensed surgeon/doctor/physio-therapist take care of kids with injuries. Sometimes amputations occur where something simple is left untreated or not treated properly.

Of course i am just giving the most basic gist here. You can check out more information here-
www.facebook.com/theiredefoundation
www.twitter.com/theirede
www.theiredefoundation.org

Also, support and spread the word.

Crystal, founder

A guy called Segun who worked really hard today!

Matse came out to support with Le Boo

They made me wish i had brought my cool glasses-shades out!

Just Because...

I went out last weekend and it was le struggle to leave the house but once i did...

Now i am a party animal. Or i was. When i was in secondary school and the university, i lived for parties. Especially dancing. I was convinced i would one day fall in love on the dance floor. Hasn't happened yet, but fingers crossed.
In Uni, i would dress comfy to go clubbing. See i was not going to check out what other girls wore. My mission was simple- dance and then sleep the next day
And it was pretty much a good routine.

But now that i work in media and entertainment, going out is no longer mostly social. Now it is work. And it never sinks in that sometimes, people go out, actually just to hang out.
Really?

So when a friend told me to come to his house for a party, i truly debated it.
What to wear
When to get there
How long to stay for
Make up? or no?
Heels or flats?
Take something along or just show up

etc
etc
etc

In the end, i wore a simple black top and skirt combo with flats. And boy was i glad i did!
It was laid back and casual with food, cake, and drinks.
And music

I went from not wanting to go, to dancing and not wanting to leave.

It was fun, i had fun, and i will try it again

You know.. party... Just Because!

I am (not) My Hair

It seems i have had dreds or twists for a very long time. There are believe who wonder if i have ever fixed a weave, braided or permed.

The answer to that is, "Yes, of course".

I started out like most children- eager and excited about my first perm and the hot combs. It was always fun. Braiding was torture i was glad to avoid as much as possible but perms i loved.

I loved my hair, but i never really knew what to do with it. And one day when i saw some lady on the road with twists (fake dreds), i asked where she got it done and did that. Then one day i braided my hair and loved the way it looked when i unbraided it but had not combed it. I decided that was fun. I got confused again though when i saw one of the most stylish chicks i have met, Tomi, with an afro. Apparently it was a wig. She lied to me and said she cut her hair completely and started growing it.

She was shocked to see me the next day in school with my hair completely shaven.

And as it grew, i suffered to comb my lovely black kinky hair.
Till i remembered twists. And i spent a whole Sunday twisting the hair. It was torture. But when it was done, it looked great.

Other than when i have cut it from time to time (mainly to protest, to cry or to be free), i have been that way for a very long time.

Tea

I have a picture that has different mugs with different kinds of teas
Creativi-tea
Sereni-tea
Simplici-tea
Sinceri-tea
And so on

It is alnost cheesy but for someone who is a tea addict like myself, it is perfect!

I love tea. I love when it is black and when it has milk. I love it with sugar or with honey. I love it when it is flavoured and when it is plain. I love tea so much that i love agbo when it is hot and dark and in a tea mug.

But what about the other teas in my life?
Do i keep things simple?
I am the queen of complicated/complications/complexi-tea

I love that line in that Lauryn Hill song; "It could all be so simple but you'd rather make it hard"
But instead of it being me singing it for someone, i imagine i am the one they are singing it to.
It could all be so simple but id rather make it hard.

I think my new year resolution for the last four years has been to simplify. And yet

More than three twitter acounts
two facebook accounts
four facebook fanpages
A thousand email addresses
A million job descriptions.

I doubt i could make it all simple even if i wanted to

*sigh*

#RandomPictureDay

I love #OneMicNaija shows and this is one of the pictures from a past event. Here, Labi Layori chats with Darey. 

www.onemicnaija.com

You smile before you cry

Forgive me, i have been told i can be a bit morbid sometimes.

But are you ever worried when you are happy?

I am. Almost all the time. It's like at the back of my mind i am thinking, "Things have to balance out, i am going to cry soon".

My friends always tell me to shut up when i start doing that. And sometimes i do. But that niggling feeling always pops its head.

An artiste friend of mine (one of those that write beautifully and feel like they can break down emotionally. I am convinced i love him. I bet so is every other girl that meets him or his music) once said noone knows what happiness is.

I disagreed then and disagree now.

I know what it is, i have been happy before. Several times sef.

Happiness is just peace. It's like, "wow, this is good"

I like being happy

And yet, i feel i like being unhappy just as much

All the songs on my phone either make me cry or make me remember when i cried.

I have been told i make 'emo music'. I once came into a producer's studio where everyone is chirpy.

I left with everyone almost in tears. I had treated them to my playlist.

Yeah.

And yet my job and my life plan and desire involves making people happy.

How can someone who makes so many people happy not know how to stay happy?