Smoking, My Weird Pleasure

I hold my phone waiting for it to ring with a call from my mother because I know say as some world people don see this title "Smoking my weird pleasure" dey go rush call her say, "Mumsy WAG, WAG don dey smoke o!", lol.

Be patient guys, read through and know why I call it my pleasure. I don't smoke, I have never had the guts to try it, I guess because of my good moral upbringing and the many talks of 'Smokers are liable to die young'. Like I said, I don't smoke but I'm a secondary smoker. I think most people are secondary smokers.

You become a secondary smoker when you are around someone who smokes and you inhale the fumes abi the cigarette's scent/odour/smell, anyone you chose to call it.

So why is it my weird pleasure? Unlike most people that frown at hanging out with someone who smokes, I'm actually indifferent about it. Inshort I take pleasure in it. I like to perceive the scent of cigarette especially in an AC tight place. There is this nice scent/feeling I get anytime I perceive it.

You know why the thing is weird. I don't smoke, neither would I like my future husband to smoke but I like been around smokers. Like if I go to the club and come back, I go just dey perceive the whole cigar smell for my clothes(I nor know whether una get wetin I dey talk?).

The way I like the scent of cigar na something when dey still dey baffle me.
Sotay, I don know how fake Benson cigar dey smell. Benson sha, to me happens to have the coolest scent of all the cigarettes. Dunhill Switch is equally nice. I heard Marlboro is another nice one but for the big boys, from what I know it's the number one cigarette worldwide and quite scarce and more expensive than other cigarettes in 9ja.

There is this particular male friend of mine, every time I hang out with him, I would be begging him, "Please smoke na". My friend go just laugh and say, I be big kolo o! I nor dey pity am or think about he lungs". Me I go say, "abeg e, plus me minus me, you go still smoke, so nor form saint now because I dey beg you".

I don't just know why I love the scent of cigarettes. It's just something weird that I like. I'm not sure I'm the only one that likes it because all those runz girls when dey follow white men go still like am since most whiteys are always smoking inside AC and that is the perfect place to enjoy the cigarette scent.

I just remembered sef, one of my friends, my closet paddy like am too. She refuses to wash her clothes immediately after clubbing, just enjoying the smell of cigar+alcohol+sweat. Indeed they say birds of the same feather flock together, lol.

INFO OF THE DAY: Cigarettes and Dry Drunkenness.
The term "smoking" wasn't established until the late seventeenth century. Before then, it was often referred to as "Dry Drunkenness".
Cigarettes are the most traded item in the world.

Too much of everything is bad. Just the way I tell people to know their alcohol limit and drink to where their body fit carry them, that's the same advise I give for cigarettes even as I love the scent because;
The Federal Ministry of Health warns that smokers are liable to die young.

So whether wet or dry drunkenness, high with sense.

Stay Sharp,
Warri Girl.

Photo credit: Google Images
Info source: Random Facts

The Tattoo Love Story

Once upon a time, two of my friends fell in love. The love was good and the earth shook beneath their love.

Omo, it was a love to be called love. The love high both of them like alcohol combined with codeine -for catarrh. When I mean high, I mean HIGH but I can say that the guy's love was far higher than the girl's own and you know say na all this kain love naim girls dey like, wen the boy kolo finish for the girl. Na so e suppose be joor, na man suppose love pass woman.

So high was the guy's love for his girlfriend that he tattooed her name boldly on his left hand, from his elbow to his wrist was her name. Oh, and the tattoo was a permanent one.

Then the love went sour. The relationship ended due to irreconcilable differences and the guy was stuck forever after with the tattoo :(

THE END.

Dear WAG readers, if you were the guy what would you do?
Love makes us do a lot of things. Even before the rise of social media, guys and girls have been combining their names to form a nickname they use among their peers. What I have to say is this, 'If you like it, then you should put a ring on it'. Seal the deal once and for all.

I dey try put myself for the guy shoe, omo na iron sponge I for go use take scrub my skin or tattoo another thing on top the girl name make the hand just turn jaga-jaga forever.

Anyway, they have moved on. Life goes on. When I asked the guy personally as a brother how he feels waking up every morning to that on his hand, he gave me a very matured reply which I liked.

The guy's reply: I can't hate myself for someone I loved; I don't have regrets #smiling# the only regret I have is the regret that I don't have regrets.
When I see d tattoo, I don't think of her as the person who destroyed my life or anything, I only think of the notion that I once loved someone and I had to put her name on me.

Hmmmmm....matters of the heart. Who nor go nor know, love matter is something else. We each just have to pray that we find someone who is truly deserving and worthy of our love.

INFO OF THE DAY: Urine and Tattoo
Urine was sometimes used to mix tattoo color. Prison tattoo artists use materials such as CD player motors, springs, pens and soot (among other found materials) to create tools and inks for tattooing fellow inmates. In some Russian prisons, they make ink with melted boot heels mixed with urine or blood.

Kai! Urine! I hope the urine is that of the person who is getting the tattoo and not urine of the tattoo artist cos I can't imagine someone else's urine in my skin.

Stay Sharp,
Warri Girl.

Trouser Matter

While having a conversation with someone, I mentioned how I attended evening mass straight from work and the person was like "don't tell me you wore trouser from work to church".

I replied "Yes I did" and he said I just committed a sin. WAG readers o, see me see judgment. The honorable judge said wearing of trouser is a big sin, even on a normal day it's a sin talkless of to church.

So people still dey carry this trouser matter for head. I can't still understand it. I'm a field person, always on the move so trouser and T-shirt is a sure thing for me in order for me to be smart and do my God given job. Naim person open mouth yakata say I dey commit sin. Na wa o.

Suppose say na bra and pant or bra- top and trouser naim I say I wear go church and the person call me sinner I for fit understand am small but T-shirt and jeans, a big NO.

By the way self, who made some know-know people God? Who gave them the right to judge and call other people sinners. Salvation is personal and its the pureness of the heart that matters. If you like wear 8yards of skirt, tie your head and ears with 4yards of turban and you have a heart as black as charcoal and as thick as Kota(tar), you would still face the Almighty Father on judgment day.

Ehen, this reminds me. I hear say e get one CD wen dey reign for Warri now. I think the title is 'Back From Hell'. I haven't listened to it but the gist wen nack my ear say na about one woman who supposedly died, went to hell and came back to life to share the tales. Now dey say almost all the women for Igbudu market don turn Deppo o! As par low cut and big skirt tinz.

Like I said before, 'Salvation is personal'. Everybody answer e own name. We each have our own personal relationship with God. Me, WAG, I make sure I hail Baba God on a daily basis asking for forgiveness of sin and His abundant Grace.

So my people, I leave you with this song.
♪♫ If you do good....Kingdom! Oh oh oh! Kingdom, Oh oh oh oh! Kingdom waiting....for you ♪♫
♪♫ If you do bad....No more Kingdom! Oh oh oh! No more Kingdom, Oh oh oh oh! No more Kingdom waiting for you ♪♫

INFO OF THE DAY: Some Historic Fact About Trouser(Pants).
In Asia both women and men have long worn pants for warmth, comfort, and convenience.
In Rome and Greece women and men wore tunics.
In the fourth century, women in the Western world wore pants, which they adapted from the Persians. At that time, pants were considered unmanly.

So going by this info, e clear say there is no definite law which states that trousers are meant for men only. And since our oga's at the top are all about moving motions, I wait for the day when the motion, for making NYSC khaki skirt for female corpers and overall skirt with safety boot for female engineers, is to be moved.

Stay Sharp,
Warri Girl.

Info source: Fact Monster

Warri In My Veins

Hmmmmmm.......

For days now, I have been staring at my screen reasoning the first word to type.

"How do I come back to blogging?", I asked myself. Its been a while, "Do I still have it in me to blog?". Then some five minutes ago I decided, YES. I still have it in me. I be WAG nothing can change that. Whatever I write, I still remain WAG because it's better to come and blog now than not to blog at all. As my area people go call am, 'At all,At all, na Winch'.

So Kpokishious WAG is here.

What have I been up to all these months? Many gbogboyen up and doing tinz. Picked up some new words like 'Kaiya, Akponkre and Tupangar', these I would explain as the blog goes on.

Omo to find money nor be beans o. My parents really try to train me(Daddy,Mummy, MIGWO!).
Na now wen I don start to dey hustle naim I know why couples of this our generation dey say dey want a small family. Nor be say dey nor get the ear to listen to noise of many children but dey nor wan hook for throat when school fees matter show.

Now when I don turn semi gbogbo bigs gal as par footing my bills personally by myself, na now I understand the statement when say "Money nor easy". Na spending with sense things I dey do so. Nor be say I nor dey flex myself o, I must to flex myself afterall na me work for my money but at this stage, the flexing na with sense. I flex, I calculate. But I must still flex even with the tight work schedule because At All,At All naim bad pass.

I don see many things for this ABJ sha. I go dey share dem with una twele-twele as the blog ministry goes on. Let me just give you guys one particular small experience which still makes me laugh anytime I recall it.

I got home from work one fateful day and there was no light. Me I just lockup and reassured myself that power would be restored later at night. Na when heat+mosquito come dey show me strong thing for night naim I know say the mara don pass be careful because its an unlikely situation in my estate not to have light over night.

Sharpadly the next morning I asked around to know what the problem was and someone said our transformer got burnt abi e blow? Sha-sha transformer don spoil.
I said "Ye! and I haven't pumped water". I didn't have water in the house. Omo come see your girl dey run dey find meruwa(aboki who sells water). My heart dey cut because for warri if you hear say NEPA pole don fall just know say the light battle is over. Either you get ready to be buying constant fuel for your generator or plan B, you buy a carton of candle cos na indefinite suspension from light be that.

So as I hear say transformer burn naim I quickly rush buy water. Low and behold, as I just dey lock the gate after the Aboki supplied the water, Power was restored.
I shock! I say "shooo, this nor be transformer when dey say burn?" A friend replied, "You don forget where you dey? Na Abuja you dey not Warri o".

I laugh tire. This is a typical scenario of saying 'You can take the girl out of the town but you can't take the town of the girl'.

Warri in my veins,
Hahahahahahahahahahaha.

Stay Sharp,
Warri Girl.