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Let’s Play Catch Up, Shall we?

Let me tell you guys the shameful thing that just happened ~ while trying to log on here just now, I forgot my login details… TWICE! *hangs head* It’s been that long…

For the better part of March, all of April and up until yesterday, I have not had ONE day of doing nothing/rest; and I’m only just finding out[much to my disappointment] that I simply cannot do it all. I’m no superwoman, something had to give and sadly the blog was part of the collateral damage.

I’ve been swamped! Proper swamped. Still… I apologise.

Let me get y’all up to speed on the whirlwind that is sometimes my life. See, I meant to share all these as separate posts and that’s exactly why I ended up in this predicament as there was never time and it just kept piling so let me just sparsely share for now, pending when I can be more detailed.

Let’s get to it.


ONE

One of my closest [and oldest] friends was getting married and so I [together with her sister] planned and threw her a surprise bridal shower.

No big deal right? Wrong!

First off, I’ve never thrown anyone a shower before so I was the rookiest of all rookies which basically meant, tons of higi haga crinkum crankum gbish gbish gbo gba! Ha ha. But in the end, we pulled it all off, my friend was somewhat surprised [pesky colleague ratted us out].

It was a simple shower, we rented out a suite at Protea and basically had a girlie evening/slumber pyjama party.

We had booze.. of course! I also made my world famous punch!

We had cake and so much food [which I forgot to take pictures of]

We all dressed up in gloves and fascinators like some fancy sophisticated women as we danced, ate and laughed into the night

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 We spent the next day poolside, played water games, feasted on some leftovers and generally unwinded.

 It was perfect! She loved it so much, she shed a few happy tears and all was well with the world.


TWO

 It was my friend Boki’s birthday and another friend of hers threw her a lovely house party which I was invited to. It was so much fun. I don’t know what it is *cough*old age*cough* but I find that I’d much rather be at a house party these days than out clubbing or a full on dressy-outty type shindig.

Kisses for the birthday girl

 This is definitely top 3 of my favourite photos of us Boks.

If you follow me on snapchat [which I hope you do], I bet you got more than an eyeful of what can happen when Boki and I and the usual suspects get together in one space. Mayhem! Lol.

It was a lovely evening. Happy Birthday Again Boks.


 

THREE

My only brother got traditionally married.

Mr & Mrs Ali Martin Tordue

 As we arrived our in-laws’ village, this banner greeted us at the main road….. I immediately got emotional. It was surreal…..

First Outfit

Our beautiful bride with her maidens

When she found her husband……

When they were tasked with feeding each other… symbolizing their taking care of one another.

Our beautiful bride… Gorgeous smile

My mum simply couldn’t contain herself… She danced and danced and danced and danced all day until night came and when we moved back to our Makurdi home and she was STILL dancing #TrueStory

Mummy and Me

As for me ~ Sister of the Groom ~ I don’t think I need to reiterate how seriously I took my role, by first of all ensuring that I looked the part!

You really should be following my social media pages [snapchat especially] because trust and believe that EVERY angle of this Slayage was very well documented for all to enjoy. Y’all already know I’m vain as hell. Ha ha

Wishing my brother and his new bride the very best of married life. I love you both dearly.


FOUR

Wednesday, 4th May….. It was my birthday.

If you know me, you know that I love to make a big deal of my birthdays and I start counting down to it from weeks preceding – as evidenced here and here and here from last year.

However, something bigger overtook my day this year…. My friend, who’s bridal shower I talked about up there was finally taking the traditional plunge. ON MY BIRTHDAY. What joy!

 

It was such a beautiful day.

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If I’m being totally honest, I loved that it took the pressure off me and I was so busy running around that I didn’t have time to poke pins in voodoo dolls of anyone who didn’t send me a wish. It’s usually that serious. Ha ha. However, by the time I got to settle down and catch up, the outpouring of best wishes was truly overwhelming. Thank you for every tweet, facebook post, text, call, raven post etc. I appreciate it, may God bless you all.

I couldn’t have asked for a better way to have spent my birthday.


FIVE

Friday, 6th May [My mum’s birthday]….. she did it in the eyes of God.

So beautiful

 

Per usual….. I turned up in my Sunday-best [more like Friday-best, but you get me].

I’ve never felt more beautiful in nude makeup

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My sister and I

Thickums!!!!!!

Happy married life to my dear friend Jennifer and her husband Peter. May God bless your new home.


So you see, I’ve had a rather hectic few weeks/month with all the running around and planning, so I hope you forgive me for being awol for so long. I shall do better.

It’s a promise!

If you read all the way to this point, you’re the real MVP and I thank you.

PS: Every single event mentioned in this post has been condensed to the barest but if you were following my social media pages, snapchat especially, you’d have seen that I captured everything in minute detail and I’ve been told it was enjoyable and fun to follow/watch so get on board okay. Besides, sometimes, even when i’m very quiet on here, my social media pages be popping! So do not carry last ehn?!

Snapchat ID: gorgeousbskin

Twitter: @GBTheBlog

Instagram: @GBTheBlog

Have a nice week.

Besos xx

S.


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Randomness

Elevator Conversations and Shenanigans

Yesterday my friend and I went to see a movie and then we bumped into another friend of mine Annie who was with his fiance [sporting her gorgeous rock] [ you did great picking that Annie] and they were meeting up with another couple so we all inevitably became a group [Lets call us: The Hilarious Six] seeing as endless belly laughs are guaranteed in Annie’s company… which is always a great thing.

So we are standing waiting for the elevator to come down for like 5 minutes and when it eventually comes, some people who had gotten to the elevator and met us waiting managed to karate chop us out of the way and get in, leaving us *the hilarious 6* all standing outside looking like – really? Annie looks at one of the guy and goes – “Oga even with this your suit & tie, you cannot behave?” Ha ha

BTW Nigerians, proper elevator etiquette [if that’s a thing] insists that you stand aside for people to come out before you rush to get stuffed in like a hot potato. The box isn’t going anywhere, it’s not agege bread.

Anyways, another ride eventually pulls up and at this point we are all standing guard by the door like – I dare anybody to attempt chancing us again”; we all made it in, a few others joined in and we proceeded to commence on the smelliest-sweatiest-saltiest-end of work hours elevator ride of our lives to the 4th floor. When I tell you that ride felt longer than 4 floors, believe me! But that wasn’t even the best part….

Some dude – burly, 9 month old beer belly, 2 shirt sizes too small, sweaty pits, upset and barking into his phone  –“whottayhu saying?!! I’m bigger than that please” “Don’t tell me that rubbish…”

*more gibberish but I forget*”

LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL.

He was pissed! I’m just looking at him like – sure, you’re bigger :p. I tried to make up a backstory in my head of what the scenario could possibly be – perhaps it’s a girl on the other end trying to belittle him by asking for a bicycle when she could be asking for a jeep; or perhaps it’s those spectranet people that con you into buying data that you’ll hardly use only to tell you it’s finished in 10 days! Or maybe his container just landed and the clearing agent is insisting on a transfer before anything else and as you can see, it’s after bank hours [and internet banking is not for people who sweat & wear baby sized shirts]… Hmph!! All very valid reasons to be so mad in 10 seconds lol.

But, on the real – why are you shouting into your phone [that is probably right by another person’s ear] in an air tight elevator full of people? Do we not even get a choice of what type of conversations to eavesdrop on? Can’t the conversation pause? We all know network doesn’t even hold in there and so you hear alot of “Sorry? What did you say? Ehn?” *major side eye*

On making up backstories…..

Once I met this impeccably dressed Asian chic with a sleek bob haircut on an elevator and by the time we got to my floor, I had managed to convince myself that this chic was some assassin type badass, definitely there for a job [to strangle a bad guy with her pantyhose] and will exit afterwards via a Rapunzel hose hanging from the penthouse a’la Angelina Jolie in Mr & Mrs Smith.

FunFact: Did you know you wont see the number 4 in elevators in many parts of Asia? You’d most likely see 3A in it’s place because the pronunciation for the number 4 sounds like the word for death in chinese and y’all know how Asians take that feng shui shit seriously.

Another time, I rode in uncomfortable silence with a woman who wasn’t holding anything and her help [who had like 5 grocery bags] and imagined her to be like Meryl Streep in Devil Wears Prada.

By now you can see tell that i’m silly like that – making up backstories in my head for scenarios I know none’ about; all for shits & giggles. Quite the vivid imagination I have.

But really, what is it about elevators that makes people lose their shit? *cough*cough* Solange*

Why can’t people just hold it in for 10 seconds? Like for e.g do not fart when you’re alone in an elevator thinking it’s okay because you’re by yourself because I can deadass guarantee that it’ll stop on the next floor and a very beautiful girl/handsome fella will walk in and proceed to give you the screw face until you get out and the chances of bumping into that same person for the rest of the evening [or days] suddenly explodes exponentially. You can bet on it!

Like the couple I once interrupted – knowing fully well what they’d been doing before I got in;

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I stood by the girl’s right, positioned my nose waaaay too close [bye personal space] and proceeded to breathe heavily on her neck until I got off… that’ll teach her! Guilty conscience didn’t even allow her move away, lol

I know…. I’m badly behaved sometimes.

PS: Thankful for every one who’s checked in, i’m fine; just super busy helping with planning for two weddings. How exciting! I’ll gist you guys all about it soonest.

Also still on my happy trail, life is good.

PPS: Do you have an interesting elevator story? You know you wanna share…. indulge me please 😀

Besos xx

S.


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Life, musings

Swinging The Wrecking Ball

 Hi lovelies….

What a month I’ve had! I mean yea, it’s called the month of March but it didn’t have to be so literal did it? Even though i’m physically 100%; emotionally & mentally, i’m completely drained.

Last we talked, I did mention I was in the process of moving out of my old home so between figuring that out, securing a new space [while momentarily staring homelessness in the face], dealing with greedy/dubious agents & artisans and an unfortunate mishap requiring drawn out dealings with the police [long story], it’s been a real drain. I’m sitting here writing this, having just returned from the police station and thinking to myself how the difference between a good vs bad day in Nigeria can be attributed to something as simple and basic as Air Conditioning.

BUT… I’m still alive. And kicking it!

In the course of all these, it seems I’ve become somewhat of a recluse; ergo, plenty time to reflect – on past choices and on what’s important today – and I am happy to say that now more than ever, I’m assured that I chose right and I’m on the right path headed towards the big picture.

I also learnt recently that – No one person can be ALL things to you –  It is simply unfair and quite frankly unrealistic to think so. For several reasons, life happens! People will disappoint you [even when they don’t mean to] and it’s just human nature – all intrinsically flawed. Like a friend rightly opined – people mostly mean well but they all have their own personal stuff to deal with and it’s not easy attempting to juggle that coupled with those of friends & loved ones; so for e.g if at any point he’s being a great friend to me, he can almost bet that at that particular time, it just means he’s out there being a bad friend to another because ability, resources & time are finite. ALL FACTS.

However, there is a vast difference between those and the ones who CONSTANTLY let you down so casually without any feelings of guilt [especially when you would break your back trying not to let them down] and you must learn that difference. Something about – Making someone a priority when you’re only an option to them – 

Which leads me to this thing about expectations. Many a fancy quote exists about curbing one’s expectations to avoid disappointments… My! My! how straight-forward and easy it all sounds! However, in the actual application to life’s scenarios, how realistic is that? Every single relationship in life is built on the premise of expectations [whether explicit or implied] and the success or failure of said relationships depends heavily on how those expectations are catered to. For e.g, you expect for your parents to provide for you[till a certain age at least]; you expect for people to treat you with decency, courtesy & respect, a baby expects to be 100% tended to by it’s caregiver, you expect for a friend to help you abuse the life out the boy who broke your heart, you also expect they not go behind your back and do you dirty etc. When a baby’s nappy is full I doubt the parents will think twice about changing them because THERE IS A CODE. As adults, when your emotional sensitivity/vulnerability is pissed on by someone who should know better, it’s a full declaration of all things UN-NICE and at that point, all talks about curbing one’s expectations fly out the window. Fuck that! The only thing you can try to do is to not [knowingly] cause your friends & loved ones stress but where someone already sees you as a liability, you’ve already lost.

See, the thing about human interactions is, it’s a two-way street and you can’t talk about one in isolation of another. You must take the time to assess yourself in any scenario that stung and ensure that what you’re bringing to the table is valuable because, no value – we toss out. No questions! I don’t think people do this enough. So it’s imperative to repeat…..

NEVER OVERESTIMATE YOUR PLACE IN A PERSON’S LIFE.

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Tomorrow, I resume police runs but for today…….

It’s fridaaaaaaaaaaaaay, let’s go have fun *splits*

PS: Got some great news today! Will share soonish

*cue happy dance*

Besos xx

S.


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Anniverssary, Fun, Happy,, New Year

GB Dot Com is ONE – Thank YOU!!!!!!  

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YOU GUUUUUUUUUUUUYYYYYYYYYYSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!

The blog is ONE!

Can you believe it is exactly a year ago since I typed and sent out the above broadcast to all my contacts, social media pages and everybody’s cat? Time does fly indeed.

See I always wanted a blog; my very own dot com, but feared the commitment involved. However, with the push and encouragement from my closest people especially my friend Shola [thank you babe], I finally jumped in with two feet and boy it’s been one helluva ride.

Let’s do a quick recap, shall we?

Remember when we talked about dealing with Acne?

For sure one of the most interactive [and my most vulnerable] posts I’ve ever had on here. Perhaps, because I was so open with my struggle, I reckon a lot of you had no qualms sharing yours too and we all learnt a lot from each other that day.  So thank you.

What about the time we talked about apologies – How to get them right and how we sometimes screw them up?

Judging from the number of views and interaction, this post is the 2nd most popular post EVER, on here. I loved writing it, I loved seeing how y’all assimilated it and how much it resonated. This post inspired 3 different posts on 3 other blogs from other blog owner-readers and that made me very happy. It’s the best feeling in the world when your words connect with your intended audience on such a deep level. Thank y’all for being so gracious.

The most personal post I ever put up here was my 2014 struggle. Boy what a year that was!

That post had total strangers emailing me to first thank me for being so honest and then going further to share their own personal struggles. Some of the emails I received were so deep that I’d sometimes take a few days to formulate what I thought would make for an appropriate/befitting response. With this post, I realised that alot of people are going through so much in their various lives and creating a safe medium to share can sometimes make all the difference. Thank you to everyone who trusted me with their thoughts and thanks to everyone who sent me best wishes for my own story. I appreciated it all.

And then there was the hilarity from my birthday weekend where I became an unknowing party to strip clubs and dollar bills……[still gat ma money]

Y’all…. when I tell you that I have the MOST RANDOM experiences ever; believe me! Someone told me that when he read that post, it felt like he was there with me while it was happening – a testament to my gisting/storytelling skills ha ha. A lot of you must have also enjoyed it plenty because it did receive tons of shares & interaction. Bad children.

I also had the lovely birthday, the fitness stuff, the cooking, the tedious job search, random shit, rants and tons more. Just look through the archives; it was a very eventful year indeed.

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While putting together that quick recap, I realized how much has happened in JUST one year and that to me is the biggest lesson today – that because I attempted to document [and share my journal/journey on here], I can actually look back at it and see VERY CLEARLY how much stuff has happened and how much has changed since the day I took this step [something I would have struggled to see otherwise].

I want to thank you guys, from the bottom of my heart for sticking with me thus far on this crazy ride. Thank you for the support, thank you for the clicks, for sharing with your friends and sharing all over your various social media pages; for subscribing and interacting with me. I truly, truly appreciate you guys and I hope that we continue on in this 2nd blog year.

A quick one: Sometimes, even when I haven’t update the blog, you’ll find me actively posting all kinds of random stuff that I think you guys might find interesting & informative on the various social media pages created solely for the blog. So please, follow these pages to keep up with this train.
Twitter – @GBTheBlog; Instagram – GBTHEBLOG

Don’t forget to also follow me on Snapchat where I’m a mess [but a fun mess if I do say so myself]

Snapchat ID – gorgeousbskin

Like I spent yesterday sharing “Lily Allen has a baggy pussy” and the other day I shared the story of how I came to love my lips. Between everything I share on all these pages, trust me, you’ll be entertained, so click follow okay?

One last thing, don’t forget to subscribe to the blog. You’ll get all content delivered directly to your devices.. and isn’t that so convenient?! Mwaaaaaaaaaaaahxx

Apollo update – 98% better, I kinda like the dreamy bedroom eyes I carry around now. lol

 

Have a great friday eve …

Besos xx

S.


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wellness

Weekend Round-up

 I’m one of those people who rolls my eyes whenever I log on to a blog and the owner is apologizing for being away/too busy/too whatever to post new content; only to inevitably disappear again. I mean, what’s the point? You know you’re going to disappear again because life doesn’t ever slow down and it’s a rat race. We get it.

 I don’t want that to become the story of me and this blog – going off, coming back, apologizing, and inevitably going off again – No! Let’s not do that here! So one of the things I promised myself when I decided to have my very own dot com was to never allow myself become a slave to it; in that I’d be feeling bad/guilty when I haven’t updated. I mean, I love to talk/share, it’s the reason I even thought to start this in the first place so please trust that if I anything I deem worthy of sharing, I will.

I have moments in my personal life when the highlight of my day is having a cold bottle of coke so except you want to be regaled with tales of my coke drinking expeditions, please make peace [as I have done] with the fact that there will be days, weeks, maybe months even where I do not update this space at all; and it doesn’t mean anything is wrong. Sometimes though, when I’m quiet [especially on here]; it means the inspiration is just not there and I’m sort of moping about with at least 10 incomplete drafts floating about but nothing quite done; and since those days make up a major/legitimate part of my story, I embrace them all.

I say all these to say, if you ever refresh this page and nothing new pops up, it’s just for the simple fact that I have nothing new to share [or it’s cooking]. When I have it though, I won’t need any cajoling or blackmailing. It’s super sporadic on here – 3 posts back to back some days; nothing at all on other days. I have no schedule; I just want this to be as organic as possible.

Thank you.

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My friend’s mum died in a tragic car crash 2 weeks ago and it’s honestly the saddest, most painful thing I’ve experienced as an adult. Death in any form is painful; the death of a relatively young parent even more so; but the death of an otherwise healthy parent whose life just ends so abruptly [and in such a tragic manner] when there’s still so much living to be done, can never be easy. It was truly such a shock to us all.

When I heard about it, I had so many questions and none of them could be answered. But as a Christian, we are encouraged to take solace in the sovereign will of God knowing that his thoughts towards us and his will for us is perfect. And so, while we may not understand the why, God knows why and that’s enough.

I remember her as one of the most vivacious persons I’ve ever known – so fun, hearty, loud, lover of red lips and Star lager beer  and ever so full of exuberant life.  Mummy, may your soul continue to rest with the lord and I pray for strength for the ones you left behind. Amen.

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While I was in Benue [for the funeral], my niece had this weird infection in one eye and the doctor said it was an allergy so we all didn’t think much of it. So imagine my shock when I got back to Abuja and in a few days woke up one fine morning with my own red eye. IT WAS APOLLO OMG!!!

In the first few days, the redness was in just one eye so I spent my time trying to hide it, taking one sided selfies and all lol

 

But by day 3, there was no hiding it. It was a full blown fiery volcano. My entire face was swollen.

 

I looked like I got jumped!

 A friend of mine said that perhaps my big mouth had finally caught up with me and maybe I didn’t want to tell the truth so I was lying saying it was apollo lol. Because, it was truly hard to believe this was JUST apollo. Last time I had this shit, I was a child so I don’t remember it being so painful. It hurt! My eyes felt like stones, when I bent down it felt like they were going to fall out of their sockets, I always had a banging headache and was in a general pissy state. Real shitty.

With this, I basically spent valentine’s day in bed feeling sorry for myself. Nobody got me anything which is cool because I didn’t get anybody anything either [all is fair in love & war right?].

Anyways, my eyes look a lot better though so thank God.

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Currently moving. It’s sad, and rough and nostalgic and beyond stressful.

Please send pizza and chicken wings.

Thanks in advance.

PS: The blog has it’s own Instagram page now, it’s – @GbTheBlog. Please head over to instagram and follow for all things blog related and lots more.

PPS: Follow me on snapchat – ID: gorgeousbskin – where I clown & complain & freak out about everything and nothing.

 

Besos xx

S.


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