Queen of Snark, Stella Dimoko-Korkus went to go and piss off enough people and got her blog deleted. But she's back already, and running her mouth abi na fingertips faster than ever before. Hopefully she doesn't run her mouth into another deleted blog.
Stella I beg you, don't abuse me o.
Meanwhile, I've been craving pinkberry (the best stuff on earth, after ube, oka and aku oyibo) with toasted almonds and gummi bears.
Best answer I've heard in my life.
Wait for it...
Wait for it...
A brick through his window.
*This is illegal and has not been proven to heal broken hearts*
From one of my overplayed CDs, Israel and New Breed, Alive in South Africa.
Whatever it is that you're going through or not, God has never and will never forget you, even if it seems like you've reached the end of your rope.
FYI:
To all the single and searching (fasting, praying, self-searching, envious, dieting, exercising, compromising, revising, wishing, hoping), whatever you classify yourself as... know this as you wait for/find your life partner: most people lie about the true state of their marriage.
Don't for one second look at the wedding pictures on BellaNaija or read the happy interviews in City People/Genevieve or Linda Ikeji's blog and feel any sort of way; sometimes what you're seeing is FILM TRICK and what you're reading is WISHFUL THINKING.
Few people will tell you that their union was forced by one party or outside parties. A smaller number will tell you that every new shiny gift is an apology, an even smaller number will admit that their partner hasn't had sex with them in years or prefers a different gender all together. Let's not even talk about the league of governor's daughters who are married to men who used them for what their fathers brought to the table or the numbers of men whose wives happily live elsewhere and are happy he has a girlfriend because they can't stand the man they got legally bound to.
Those facebook photo albums and status updates that make you feel that pang of "why can't my own be like that" are shams. Those twitter updates about love in tokyo moments are figments of very vivid imaginations. Marriage is not a bed of roses, even it it were, thorns are a part of the deal. So when you see that perfect picture, know that photoshop can be involved, when you hear that perfect story, it might be the remixed version.
That is all really.
*Not all marriages are shitty*
*This is not about me -we're perfect! LAWL*
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