Monday GetUp

if by now you haven't seen this video... you are definitely sleeping on a bicycle!

not sure how they found these well fed, highly energetic ladies... 

i might have to start a talent recruitment agency.... 

Enjoy the video if you havent seen it... and if you have...

i know you want to see it again ;) !

Hump-Day Music [Shame Summer is Over]

Mavado Ft Nicki... Give it to me

Shame summer over... atleast for most of you... In Nigeria... think its bout to start!

Beach movement... Check!!!

ABYSS

That moment when it seems like there is no point.

No point going out…

No point meeting new people.

No point trying to build something with someone new.

It’s all pointless…

A joke.

Everything is a mess…

And I would rather exist in that lonely mess

That way I don’t have to worry about someone else

Until you finally realize that you were right…

There really is no point!

That depression starts to creep in.

You’re sure you want to drink it away

But that Jameson don’t taste right,

Don’t get you tipsy no more.

It’s like poison and you wonder,

Is there any escape?

I am not at least allowed to drown in my own sorrow?

What.The.Fuck is the point of all of this?

“We head to the club, have drinks, 

pretend to be interested in the 

random ass conversation you're having 

with a complete stranger…"

In Her mind: ohh he is really smart, and seems to be interesting, nice arms

In My mind: she's got a nice smile, phat ass and great tits… can I touch?

We exchange numbers… but I know I won't call and the games begin…

She waits for me… I'm off drinking…

She calls me… I'm somewhere chillin'

She waits for me… I don’t even remember I ever met her

I bump into her randomly… and I don’t know who she is

Met her a couple times

She’d invite me out.

Never made it…

What’s the point?

I’m not interested,

Can’t be interested.

Don’t want to be interested.

At this point,

I hate the thought of being interested.

What’s the point?

It all ends the same way…

Someone pissed at someone for something someone did to someone

It’s too noisy.

Too many people.

I walk out, my mind racing.

Why am I here?

How did I get here?

Where did this drink come from?

My phone rings

And it’s her…

She says she’s missed me.

I feel a little light-headed…

The Jameson suddenly kicks in

And I can finally hear the ice dance in the glass

"All of a sudden the noise fades… 

the music sounds good

The people look different… 

happier, less desperate

The Jameson tastes… 

richer"

I take another sip to be sure I'm not trippin’.

Tonight could be fun 

Now I get it… that’s the whole point to this cycle of pointlessness

The search for that one moment of clarity…

When nothing matters and everything seems worth it

We live then inevitably die.

How we live is what matters.

Some are lucky to find someone to share that life with,

Others…

Not so fortunate.

Good luck to you on the journey.

May your Jameson forever taste like the nectar of the gods.

Addicted To Life

We are fortunate/unfortunate (depends on how you see things) to be part of a generation where we have access to excess, little or no hindrances, mostly financially stable even with all the problems with the economy... or are we just down-right irresponsible and oblivious to the events that threaten our future?

With all the presumed carelessness, we are still creatures that will strive to survive and the breaking point usually brings about a certain realization... Mortality. 

We can be addicted to drugs, sex, alcohol and all what not... but the one thing everyone is addicted to is life... the idea of living... the opportunity to learn from mistakes... right wrongs etc... staying alive or self preservation has to be the ultimate addiction. 

We all have our experiences and i decided to collect a few from friends, see if i can start a series of sorts... 

Enjoy...

My name is Charles and I am addicted to life. I woke up that faithful morning, refreshed from a good night’s sleep without the cast on my leg. I was elated to have my ankle healed and even happier that I was back working out. The state of my body has always been of interest to me and as a result I strive to maintain an appearance of athleticism. I pick out my trusty beach shorts and donned a shirt made out of a fine Italian cotton, light and airy to give an onlooker the idea that I reside on an African Riviera.

The plan was to be picked up by my best friend’s younger brother because we were passengers on the family boat. I had been waiting for this day for weeks. The women, the alcohol, the sun, the pool, the food, all these things seemed to cause me to salivate at the thought of all the debauchery that would take place as I arrived closer to the 28^th anniversary of being alive.

Once we docked at the beach house I went straight into the pool to wash the sand off me from the ATV journey there and to give the girls already in attendance a sneak preview of the body I had been building in the gym since my leg came out of the cast. I strolled over to the cooler and picked up a bottle of Belvedere and an almost nearly frozen bottle of Moet. Oh and if you’re wondering, it was rose, this is the Riviera, I couldn’t let my geographical location down. After distributing drinks to my sister and her friends plus a bunch of other party-goers who had convened at the table where I was sat I proceeded to mix my own potion for the day.

"3 parts of vodka,

2 parts of champagne

a splash of 

bitter lemon"

3 parts of vodka, 2 parts of champagne, a splash of bitter lemon. This was what I had planned to drink all day. I had done much worse than this before as normally I would take out the lemon and add two shots of Jagermeister to the mix. So I felt I was being responsible by starting the day slowly. 

After about 8 of these drinks I noticed my balance was suffering and I couldn’t keep my legs from slipping under me. This is where my memory starts to fade but fortunately enough my actions were viewed by all the guests at the party like a circus performer at the palace of a king. The next memory I have is being hoisted onto the ATV and the strong stench of body odour emanating from the person holding me up. Next was the tortuous boat ride back to civilisation that left me feeling like a freshly blended frozen Margherita. After those glimmers of memory the last and final thing I remembered was being held up by the driver and one of my mother’s tailors in a cold shower to sober me out of my drunken stupor, muttering the words, 

" “I’m sorry mummy, 

I’m so sorry” 

over and over again"

“I’m sorry mummy, I’m so sorry” over and over again. The aftermath of this day out resulted in a 5 week long hangover for some who had never suffered for more that 2 hrs. I lost body weight drastically because I couldn’t eat solids. My skin lost its lustre and my hair refused to grow. This whole event marked the end of my drinking days. Today I am one year and 2 months sober and still going strong. I am a better person for it, mentally and physically. My advice to all is when you stop having fun with it, you need to stop. The experience marked a decade in my years as a solid drinker. 10 years of systematic and calculated abuse of alcohol and my body decided it had taken on enough for a whole lifetime. 

So, my name is Charles and I’m addicted to life. I want to live a glorious one in fantastic health. 

Guest post by @3hvndred

The Weeknd - Live for (ft Drake)

[Hump-Day Music]

thought this was funny... light music for your Wednesday...

Dont drop it!

[Popping an Unpopular Question]

The past couple months have been rather interesting… met people… beautiful people, fun people, 

retarded people… get in where you fit in…

Anyways in all this the boy finds himself in conversations that “naturally” revolve around relationships 

and all that good stuff. Let me start by saying a good number of my friends are married… so you can 

imagine what happens when we out and I “TURN UP” empty handed looking at them like… “nigga enjoy 

your jail time” 

Recently the topic was… “Asking a girl Out” at least that’s how I remember it was asked.  Will tell you for 

free... the guys looked confused… I will use myself as the first example. I do not remember asking a girl 

out on a “date”! At least in my mind it wasn’t a date… it was more like a “lets kick it” kinda thing… we 

hang out and before I know what’s going on... I am in a relationship.

This continued till I met a different kinda girl…

Anyways, I got to asking dudes if they remember ever asking any girl out to be their “Girl Friend”. 

Personally I am not sure how the question should be asked… 

1. Will you be my girlfriend?

2. Should we go steady?

3. *get down on one knee* can I be your boyfriend? (wonder what this nigga would do when he 

plans to get married)

I was happy when I realized that I wasn’t the only guy who found it hard to recall how they ended up 

with a girlfriend or how she accepted his proposal if one was ever tendered… as guys, I think we prefer 

that scenario… it comes with a disclaimer…

“Hey if you can’t remember when I asked or how I asked… then I guess we technically aren’t dating”

So….

He sets out to replenish his harem *joke?*

When a guy can put a date to an event… he no longer has an excuse… no reason to be seemingly lost… 

none of all that “I never asked you” type bullshit… 

Talmbout: 

“what’s understood aint got to be said”

We have so warped this dating exercise to suit us… and only a truly “bad bitch” can hit that reset button 

and bring a nigga back to his senses. It’s gotten so bad that women who now find they are emotionally 

in too deep are reluctant to ask the questions… 

1. What are we?

2. What are we doing?

3. Am I your girlfriend?

Truth is… if you made the dude ask you to be his “girlfriend” in the first place as opposed to going with 

the damn flow them questions will not come up… it would have been understood from jump-street.

Then again, I can’t blame you… the fear of losing something seemingly great or over-complicating 

a ‘relationship’ by asking questions can have the best of us feeling like we  are stuck between a rock and 

a hard place. But I tell you this… ask that nigga what you guys are doing… make him define it. He may 

not like it but if he’s into you he will do it and see if you won’t feel better for it…  If he refuses to, then...

well…..

Peace and Love

[Is it a K or a C?]

[2:15:33 PM] @Reniestar: Tom is a mess

[2:15:41 PM] @Reniestar: he's so chilled and mellow today

[2:15:53 PM] @Reniestar: so im like 'whats the matter, u okay?'

[2:16:21 PM] @CINBlack: and he says?

[2:16:21 PM] @Reniestar: he's like 'i had sex last night and it was rubbish. don’t know how to break it off with her'

[2:16:35 PM] @CINBlack: ohh wow

[2:16:41 PM] @CINBlack: lol!!!

[2:16:46 PM] @CINBlack: i know how he feels

[2:17:06 PM] @CINBlack: but he should give it another try... maybe their chemistry was just off

[2:17:40 PM] @Reniestar: oh well

[2:17:54 PM] @Reniestar: thats why he's got a long face all day

[2:18:01 PM] @CINBlack: lol

[2:18:17 PM] @CINBlack: tell him not to run

[2:18:21 PM] @Reniestar: if sex is rubbish i blame the dude jo

[2:18:33 PM] @CINBlack: are u kidding?

[2:18:51 PM] @CINBlack: how do you figure that

[2:19:45 PM] @Reniestar: well, the lady is usually the nervous one first time, so dude needs to reassure her with talking and spend extra time on foreplay

[2:20:02 PM] @Reniestar: but i figure Tom is lazy

[2:20:08 PM] @Reniestar: he's just wham bam!

[2:20:10 PM] @CINBlack: hmm... wont argue with that

[2:20:31 PM] @CINBlack: how do u know he just wham bam'd it?

[2:22:39 PM] @Reniestar: well there was once, he had a car accident but he didnt tell us a girl was in the car. so on another day, Tina and i grilled him about the accident, turns out he was with a girl he just crenked. so we asked him about that, and he was like, after crenking he dozed off. so Tina and i were like 'did the girl sleep too' and he's like 'he doesnt know'. so we figured that he's the type that sleeps off as soon as he's done whether or not the girl is done.

[2:23:24 PM] @CINBlack: thats bad

[2:23:32 PM] @CINBlack: not good at all

[2:23:49 PM] @CINBlack: and u used the "word" krenked

[2:23:51 PM] @CINBlack: lol!!

[2:24:03 PM] @Reniestar: oh is it a 'k'

[2:24:24 PM] @CINBlack: ah its 'k'

[2:24:35 PM] @Reniestar: how come its not a 'c'

[2:26:03 PM] @CINBlack: cos its not

[2:26:05 PM] @CINBlack: lol

[2:26:49 PM] @CINBlack: u want to argue over the spelling of  a word that doesnt exist

[2:27:04 PM] @Reniestar: not argue, a discussion.

The JagzVolution [A New Consciousness]

[Jesse Jagz - Redemption]

The Ex-Choc-City Genius is at it again...

Jesse Jagajaga has finally evolved and let out his true form.

Like an alchemist, he has managed to stay relevant and

has carved out a niche for himself. 

creating a master-piece that speaks to the conscious mind.

its a much awaited change... if you ask me. 

tired of all the noise we have been forced to call music lately.

radically different delivery [rasta], 

"I never buckle to the pressure from 

me bare fucking"

"been seeking you face and daily 

I conquering Babylon Israeli style"

"fear no man and fear no duppy"

There is a boldness to this track and he sounds ready for whatever...

heavy on the bass [the way its 'posed to be]

the video... ohhh the video... 

them girls make me wanna... ohh that's a different song...

but 

DAMN! 

Love the Video! Period!

Will love to know when that album will be released. 

Bet it will be worth the wait.

By the way... will love to see Jesse and Damien Marley on a track!
And Jesse has to produce it! 

Tuesday Blues... [ I Hit It First ]

How sad can one man get over a chick.... above is the answer... just sad.

Ray J still feeling like he lost something... 

Enjoy i guess

The Tin Man

I have felt that pain couple times

pain in the gut, the feeling that you are missing something

someone

this pain is not new

for some reason, I get over it

I find what I am/was looking for

Each time I welcome her back

she lays beside me and promises not to leave me

and I believe her

forgetting her past transgressions I dive in

Head first

Forgetting her past transgressions… 

old memories and emotions take over

making me an emotional mess

but I endure, I might like it

because its her, 

She gives it to me good all the time

I am out with the guys, I see her

with a guy, comfy and snuggly

she sees me…

I laugh

at her? No. 

at myself? Yes.

Cos I am certain it’s the last time…

Knock on the door…

who is it? I ask…

a familiar voice answers... "its me"

My heart melts

I push the button…

Sitting, thinking about what I have done…

with a glass of Jameson in hand and 

ice dancing around in glass as if happy with what I had done

I smile and take long drag of the cigar…

Yes I did it.

HOLY WANKERS

i can't lie...

i am tired of being part of a society or better still secret society

of pedophiles and undercover man lovers... 

i am talking about the Catholic Church. 

we (i) have tried to disregard all the rumors and retarded-ass allegations of the priests and bishops

but i wake up everyday to find that once again they have wasted my time. 

yes you are human, yes you have urges, and yes you will sin... but..

NO you do not have to be a priest! 

the fuck is wrong with you people? do you realize the position you are/were sworn into?

do you realize how you affect peoples lives, believes and faith?

do you fucking understand that the only reason why that church hasn't crumbled today

is the individual beliefs and understandings of the teachings?

i put it to you that if you holy wankers were all we had to look up to the Catholic Church 

would be easily compared to an old-ass whore with no customers. 

Yes some of these allegations might be false, but i beg you stay away from compromising situations. 

stay away from shit that ties you to bullshit.

we know its not easy... but you made that conscious decision to carry that cross... 

if at any point it gets too heavy for you... drop it and keep it moving.

i honestly doubt that God will be pissed...

and for the rest of you that will read this and be like

"the Catholic Church has lost it"

Think again... without this church a lot of us would not know what it means to be Christian...

yes... the church has been infiltrated with pretend priests and cardinals but i know that they 

 will answer to some higher power after all is said and done. 

our doctrine brings us together, our faith keeps us together

and you holy wankers will not tear us apart...

FUCKTARDS!

We were Toy Soldiers

Friend of mine shot this video... 

i know a number of film makers... they all good in their own way 

but this dude makes it look easy... 

i was privileged to be part of this process to some extent, 

and what i saw and learnt during this period... 

i would say i was sitting with one of the best film makers i know...

there is always a story to be told... there is always an audience... 

i hope to see more from him and be part of other projects 

if i can get my lazy ass out of my own way... 

Enjoy...

We Were Toy Soldiers - Ruyi Irabor (Maverick)

The Absence of Essence

We walk around like we have things under control, like we know what the future holds..

we laugh, cry, scream, cuss, mock people, fall in and out of that illusion called love and even wish the worst for people…

our days are numbered on this earth… that's a promise.  

this year alone I have lost at least 3 friends if my count is right… but life always seems to go on 

not a bad thing… but a necessary thing. 

The problem is the way we handle the matter.

It takes death to help us acknowledge what someone means, might have meant or could mean to us… one minute everyone is against you and the minute you are no more they all come out wailing and ranting, spouting weightless rubbish out their mouth and now to make matters worse… everyone gets a voice through the every expanding social media.

If you ask me, I think it’s about the need for people to have someone to point a finger to… 

someone to compare and judge, someone you can use as a measure for 

moral, relationship or financial success. (to list a few)

I don’t wish I met her but I know there are people out there that feel the pain of her exit. And for me it’s a joke that everyone takes to twitter to communicate feelings. Say a prayer for her family and keep it at that… social media makes a joke of a lot of things…  

“remember that opinions are like ass holes… everyone got one”

I hope we learn to be a little more sympathetic and sensitive to peoples pain.

Death is the absence of one’s essence, never to be felt again… that moment of silence is necessary… try and remember a lost one’s essence and say a prayer.

as a friend used to say… 

Live Love Laugh.