tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25813992055200308512024-03-08T14:56:24.291-08:00the diary of a single nigerian girlmy everyday experiences with love and matters of the heart as well as my friend's that I put to words in my own waysamantha ejioguhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08936679633908371724noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581399205520030851.post-14610891298670585682009-12-15T17:28:00.000-08:002009-12-15T17:33:08.829-08:00DONEYou reminded me of pain<br />a kind of hurt<br /> from the past,altered trust<br />a resemblance of my mishap<br />a wound,an unwanted recap<br />or potential for a possiblity of one<br />two or three.....okay im DONE<br />WITH YOU THAT IS,I'M DONE<br /><br />Scratch you off okay you're gone<br />of course you didn't last why would you?<br />the alliance that was structured was untrue<br />because after I dissolved the facad<br />I saw you for what you really are in a different hue<br />the uncertainities should have warned me<br />but I embraced your promises instead of reality<br />once bitten twice shy for the wise<br />how foolish of me believe another mouth full of lies<br /><br />You reminded me of Him<br />a kind of hurt<br />and after him,was you my last resort<br />your kiss was the sweetest bitterness<br />and your touch was the roughest caress<br />and Everytime I loved you I loved myself<br /> ----a little more less<br /><br />SO I SCRATCHED YOU OFF OKAY LIKE I SAID YOU'RE GONE<br />so at this point I guess its okay to feel numb<br />because then I can exscape the sting of the burn<br />at the bar I flick off the last of my ciggarette<br />and reject yet another potential regret<br />two or three more attempt then I told the last one<br />..............I was DONE<br /><br />guess he didnt hear me apparently<br />because he asked that I speak a little more clearly<br />I looked in his eyes momentarily<br />and I see the same thing<br />I saw in yours and the one before you<br />A mockery of my desire<br />handsome face with no depth<br />just another beautiful liar<br />I spoke again this time a little bit louder<br />IM DONE with men that is,I'm DONE<br />& with that I grabbed my coat & was gonesamantha ejioguhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08936679633908371724noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581399205520030851.post-39754693514512056032009-12-15T17:19:00.000-08:002009-12-15T17:22:44.560-08:00yesterday's confessionspromised he was gonna bring a sudden reaction<br />wanted to see me wearing nothing<br />but a certain facial expression<br />laughed to myself as I looked him over<br />even before the present ordeal<br />kinda figured he was a freak<br />undercover then he got to pulling on my skirt<br />as I helped in taking off his polo shirt<br />his tongue on my neck,hands on my hips<br />fingers circulating the lining of my lips<br />he put his hands on my mouth as i got<br />ready to speak<br />& asked that I stroked his most treasured gift<br />which was pleasantly long and thick<br />he whispered in my ear<br />if i wanted him to go down there<br />my body language answered then he proceeded to feast<br />suppressed a moan as I gritted my teeth<br />eyes rolled up I went away to space<br />woke up to hear him say he loved the way I taste<br />he buried his face in and went even farther<br />and didnt stop till he extracted my nectarsamantha ejioguhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08936679633908371724noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581399205520030851.post-59623416264414980612009-12-15T17:09:00.000-08:002009-12-15T17:19:01.750-08:00Our Little Secret<div align="center">She is beautiful and beyond it</div><div align="center">her slant eyes,a temptress,but I choose to forfeit</div><div align="center">She is so deep,everything about her sometimes I even felt her in my sleep</div><div align="center"> "What if my soulmate was another woman" I quote you</div><div align="center">....those words so true</div><div align="center">The love we have like nothing I can explain</div><div align="center">such a shame that it cannot remain</div><div align="center">but indulging any further my love would take my soul three steps further from redemption</div><div align="center">her slant eyes,a temptress but I choose to resist the temptation</div><div align="center">Friends we claimed,being only friends we tried</div><div align="center">but any platonic friendship between us died </div><div align="center">a long time ago and so to leave is my only resolve</div><div align="center">the only way I can stop from getting involved</div><div align="center">my love...be strong</div><div align="center">maybe in another life our love would be no wrong</div><div align="center">but for now the thought alone is SINFUL </div><div align="center">A Sin FULL of consequence</div><div align="center">and yeah I know it doesn't make sense</div><div align="center">for they say "love" should be between Man and Wife</div><div align="center">but its so ironic isn't it? this life</div><div align="center">because the men we're supposed to reserve it all for</div><div align="center">don't even know what to do with us anymore</div><div align="center">You watched them hurt me as I watched them hurt you</div><div align="center">And no one believed when we said we were through</div><div align="center">I laugh because because if only they knew</div><div align="center">...funny how we both would have to marry one,one day</div><div align="center">they'd try to look in our eyes and we'd look away</div><div align="center">when he'd try to hold me close or pluck me a rose</div><div align="center">I'd wonder if he knows how much I really hate those</div><div align="center">the wholetime I'd be thinking who was doing the same for you</div><div align="center">whose IDIOTIC last name you would have to answer to</div><div align="center">when we sleep beside them at night and watch them drool</div><div align="center">cursing Hell's name for having to marry these fools</div><div align="center">after the traditional lovemaking I'd stare at the celing</div><div align="center">visualizing what we could have been</div><div align="center">if this thing wasn't such a sin</div><div align="center">but even with all these I still choose to forfeit</div><div align="center">and though your BEAUTIFULL and the only one I ever loved</div><div align="center">I gotta look beyond it</div>samantha ejioguhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08936679633908371724noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581399205520030851.post-13756404509846632542009-09-17T00:04:00.000-07:002009-09-17T01:21:59.708-07:00....Foolish prideDear Diary,<br />We all love the summer don't we?The casual Flings..switching scenes.I had plans to hit up Vegas this year till Tari convinced me to do something constructive this year and stay on campus with her and knock a few classes out the way.The girl was always making some sense everytime she opened her moth and thats why I love her.Time waits no for man and I'm really tryna get school out the way so babes can start making some real guap and get it on and popping ya feel me?You know every summer provides events that may be life changing...you know one of those you look back at five years later and Know that was your Turning Point?Well..summer 09 was one of them,I know its been a while since I last wrote..but Forgiveness I ask Babies.Well I have to say that this summer brought out a part of me that I never even knew existed.....while I was shopping for shorts and flirty summer dresses...should have known I needed freaking padlock to keep my legs closed....and and ladies and lads...I just may never be the same again.<br />....................You ready?<br />***********************************************************************************<br />I'd call our man Suave cause thats exactly what he is...My very own Nigerian Chuck Bass.Ole boy was packing...ya feel me...6'3 ft of sexiness..deep eyes that looked like they kept a million secrets,under thick brows..his lips..uhmm Lordie lord.The man's lips were solely there for the art of kissing...his teeth were so perfect..they almost looked fake..his skin made me wanna throw away all my cleansers ...he was just perfect!<br />only one little problem:The man was taken.<br />ughhhhhh would it ever end..I'm talking about my ill-luck with men!!I was tired of it all and this time...I was not going to let this one slip off my manicured fingers...lai lai..I die!<br />Its not as if..if the tables were turned..the babe would say "Oh seems like the perfect man for me but I know he has some gf called Samantha and I'm sure she must be a darling..so I'd just ran along and let him be"....yup..my point exactly.<br />So I went for it..My bestfriend and I call it "point and kill"..I'm sure you fish lovers are familiar with it.I met Suave in the cafteria and as soon as he made his way to the table where I was seated I knew it was do or die.Tari and I were devouring the last bit of our club sandwiches.It had only been a week and Summer school was kicking major ass.We just got out of a 4 hour class and hunger had damn near killed us.Kunle was talking on his phone to whoever Miss March was.Btw I should tell you...Kunle and I almost hit it off two years ago...till he tried to hit on Tari behind my back.He must have thought I would have gone upside his head when I found out.But he was a dog and that's what dogs did...soI brushed it off and we all ended up being real cool afterwards.Men make better friends anyway and it didn't hurt that he had every hook up known to man.From VIP passes to car navigators.Kunle was just that dude!<br />***************************************************************************************<br />Back to the story..I know I'm so easily distarcted...-->Suave walked in and the first thing I nocticed was his structure...he looked like he'd look like a million and one dollars in a suit cause he had just the body for it,then he did it.He smiled and I swear I felt smaller in my seat.Kunle caught sight of him and motioned for him to come over our table...they both dapped each other up like old friends and I Tari gave me a this-should-be-intresting-look..I winked at her cause she read my mind.Kunle took the liberty of introducing as all and when us was time to shake hands...he held mine a little longer...I try to remain calm even though it felt like chills all oversamantha ejioguhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08936679633908371724noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581399205520030851.post-81427549834965757552009-08-03T21:56:00.001-07:002009-08-03T21:56:42.841-07:00<div style="width:300px;"><object width="300" height="110"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/TYy9hwJag1/aus=false/"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/TYy9hwJag1/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"></embed></object><div 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