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London, United Kingdom
Im just the bartender here....I serve you the Long Island tea, the olives and listen to you.....then I blog...neat isnt it..

Thursday 18 October 2012

Mr Wrong......Broken Wings Part 2





I adored the pants off him and I didn’t know how to tell him, he was unique, he was different and he wasn’t available. Femi summarised much, he never let anything become a big deal, he wasn’t controlling but he was in control and that was what a woman craved more than anything, a man in control. He was Bond; however in his case he was never shaken nor stirred. He was Bruce Banner powerful in thought and deed but never turning green with envy. He was Tony Stark, loved his toys, he was one of the boys but he never allowed them to cloud his desire for the truth to always rise he defended stuff out of the need for truth. He was a different man from the ones that made us hate all men.

Bad boys aint no good
Good boys aint no fun
Lord knows that I should
Run off with the right one

Femi and I had bumped into each other at the most random of places, wine tasting events, car events, movie premiers, airport lounges, places I almost never met any Nigerian man but then he wasn’t Nigerian in the sense. From a humble background he had managed to make a lot of himself and it was all him, no daddy no mommy no uncle nothing. He was the kind of man you knew could make you comfortable mentally because it would always be alright.

Ok enough about him, this is about me, how I feel dammit! After seeing him at the club on Kings Road it was definite I needed to see him again. He'd come with his angels, a bunch of old girls friends some married some not but all who hovered around him like he was honey and they were bees, every woman liked him and I wondered how many had tasted him. He knew what to do, how to do it and the right moment to choose to do it. He wouldn’t talk at times but his silence said a lot and we all got the "memo" as he puts it when there’s not much to say he lived by music; he always said “you say the best when you say nothing at all”, typical line from a song guy he was. There I go talking about him again when this is supposed to be about me.



After the last time I saw him I promised that the next time I would talk, I had to; we had danced at Bar Rumba and he held me close, I knew one thing for sure, I was going to fuck his brains out and he won’t need to beg for this cooch! I was dripping without him even struggling. Id once heard Abi say "he does things to you", she described one evening when she was down on luck and he kept her company in the yard while the rest of us were getting wasted.
Her words "he lit the blunt, took a few drags, passed it to her and in one movement drew her close, without taking a drag, she was high on him and she swore to rape him......I’m absolutely sure I know how she feels.


Working in the same building was a stroke of luck even I couldn’t have hoped for. His contract had ended, he got a short term offer in Santandar and poof, and he was within touching distance. I could have sworn even the gods wanted this to happen! Seeing him from afar walking back in from a cigarette break my legs failed me and I was in shock, I tripped over my heels and there was that scene all females wished never happen, my 6 inch number was from Chalany and they held well however they couldn’t hold me up when I saw him. He'd seen what happened and walked over like the quintessential gentleman he was, walked through my group of friends and lent me a hand up. Playboy just had to do that didn’t he; he just had to be my knight in shining armour.

Me and Mr Wrong get along so good
Even though he breaks my heart so bad
We got a special thing going on
Me and Mr Mister Wrong
Even if I try, no, I never could


Did I mention he also lived close by? He drove past and saw me at the bus stop waiting for the bus to Canning town, slowed down called my cousin at 7.15am to get my number!! Who does that!!! He got his wish, my number…. and he called....his words "Hey Kat, need a ride?” 

I hopped in and my life after was never the same. I’d met men but this was a real man! His life was too simple, he never held anything to heart, he never pushed you for anything, his theory, if you really want to do this for me, you would. He cooked, he cleaned, and he hugged you just right, just right.

I was aching for the kiss to happen and when it did I dived in! I’d had a few drinks and the need for him was tearing me apart, I’d made up my mind to ask him in and basically use my assets to get him. For fuck sake I was moist every time I saw him, what else do I need? This wasn’t going to be love, I couldn’t love him, he wasn’t available....ok maybe he was for this brief period. I wasn’t seeking a man; I didn’t mind having him for now, just for now.

After drinks it was obvious I was going to need a ride home from him, the rest of the guys had left, my girls made a bee line to London Bridge and I asked him where he parked (Silly billy like him, he hated the tube and always drove to the C zone, I never got it but tonight I’m happy we have a car to be alone in.
Once we got in I said a zillion things, none of which I could remember, he just smiled and mumbled a lot. We were perfect actually, I spoke he listened and he mumbled a few words from time to time. 
Once we got to my place, I was reluctant to get out, I kept the gist on, Id placed my hand on his lap and shoulder a few times hoping he would just take me or something. I wasn’t fragile; Femi for Pete’s sake put me out of my misery. I was like a scuba diver seeking a pearl and he was definitely in need of air after we were done. 

He had apparently been thinking the same thing; problem was he didn’t want to push his luck. Imagine that! Other men would have even tried to grope but the gentleman in him wasn’t keen on pushing it. After 5 minutes of hearing me babble on he'd asked if I was going to go to work early tomorrow, I was like yea, might as well and all then he leaned in to hug me goodnight, in doing this our body’s came together. This was all it took to light up the atmosphere in his car, I heard him say 
"Fuck it" and his lips were on me. Little did he know I’d been waiting for that kiss since the first time I met him, he was too unique not to be tasted.
His lil Jap slanted eyes twinkled, he asked if he could come in. I thought nigga if you dare go now I will kill you! We went in and as I dropped the house keys on the ledge beside the door I felt my waist being drawn back into his groin, he was hard, I was practically dripping cum, I’d never been so turned on it was eclectic. If anyone had told me his patience extended to sex Id have never believed it, he was a gentle man as well as a gentle but an “in charge lover”. After grinding me for a while all the while nibbling on my ear he decided to turn me round allow me face him but only for a reason, he wanted me naked, who was I to say no.

He took my blouse and peeled it off like it wasn’t meant to be there, my bra was unhooked in a motion that could only be from the Last Airbender and suddenly I was there with my skirt dropped onto my heels and the VS knickers seemed like they were there to waste time! He took everything off but made me keep the heels, kinky so and so! He sat me down and looked into my eyes as if to say, get ready for the ride, I didn’t imagine what was coming next, I couldn’t, I’d never been with someone had so much attention to detail but Femi was different. He popped a nipple into his mouth in a motion that has left a stain on mu couch till today, I squirted. He plucked it pulled lightly and was swirling it in his mouth, tongue flat pressed on it while his mouth enclosed my areola. He had his other hand cupping my left breast up and pressing it flat as if he was holding it in place. I was shaking and he was working me like a BMW. I didn’t know when his hand went lower. He dug down and peeled up the lips of my pussy while plucking out my bean as if he put it there! This bastard was experienced and it was friggin’ obvious I was going to get a whole lotta lovin', I had never been so found out it was amazing and I loved it. I couldn’t imagine how a man could multi task, from my breasts to my clit, and then he did the most magical thing, cupped my butt cheeks put his lips on me and ate me. I’d heard from a lot of black men that they don’t dive in but he took me out! I was dizzy from cumming, I’d been hollow for so long a tongue in me was tearing me apart I wanted his dick, he was making me wait, he made me wait. I reached for his head and pressed it closer, I needed him to eat deeper, I needed something to touch me so deep Id scream! How could he know what I want, I wanted so bad to be penetrated but his tongue was giving me the high of a lifetime? I had to fight him to get his belt off, it was enough. I couldn’t take the punishment anymore. Reaching into his boxers for his dick was an experience. It was like I was begging for it in my own friggin house I needed him and he made me beg literally! We went ahead with a 69 and oh was it awesome. My living room had a glass wall and I could see myself being eaten, trust me if you haven’t seen your own cum face, you should. I took enough time to lick from tip to shaft, treated his wood like I owned it and I was enjoying him teasing my clit while one finger was inside me. I wanted him inside me so bad I was shaking, I was ready, my ass was clenching my body was in awe of his experience all I wanted was for him to come meet his new friend, my cooch. Bummer; Femi had no condoms.

When he put that loving on me, I can't think of nothing
That'll make me walk out
I'm holding on
I love my Mr Wrong
He be kissing and touching on me
I can't help but love him
I must be out my mind
For going so strong
I love my Mr Wrong

Bastard how could you make me wait! I was ready, I was willing, you were able how could you not have any condoms, what man has no condoms ready!!! AS IN WHAT THE FUCK!
He told me to calm down, "I got this" he said. I wasn’t pleased, I wanted him and I was fading. He picked me up, held me close and kissed me. There’s nothing more hard to pacify than a bitch on heat, this nigga knew his way around woman (Have I said that already?) He kissed the anger out of me, slight to no tongue, just used it to graze my teeth, peeled at my lips and in the words of my gateman in Lekki, he "did me strong thing"!
He placed his dick at the mouth of my vagina and in a flat form like a sausage in a bun, I went wild, I was riding his body even with his dick outside it felt so good, I came for the 4th time that night with his cum flowing over my groin and stomach, passing out with all our body juices dripping on the couch was easy. I couldn’t do anymore, I wanted to play and please him a lot more but that would have to wait. 

I smelt the weed from the back garden, that was what woke me up, typical Femi, he'd found coffee, mixed himself a blend and in an early autumn my Femi was smoking and drinking coffee from my kitchen in my back yard.

Wait did I just call him mine?

To Be Continued.......

Wednesday 17 October 2012

Broken Wings




Time will bring the real end of our trial
One day there'll be no remnants no trace
No residual feelings within ya
One day you won't remember me.


Once we got on the plane it was obvious, we were over. We had to be, Kat was a female me, there is no way in this world I was meant to find her or be with her. I was and it was too good to be true. Life was a roller coaster and it climaxed in New York. My city, our city, our best ever.

Kat wasnt just any other girl, our meetings in the past were not exactly meetings, they were oh he'll be there ok, I'll come, and vice versa. Then one day work day I saw her. I hated the tube and she always took a bus and an overground train or the light rail to work. she got in, we got along and it became a pattern. Heck she even swigged my coffee a few times!
Then one day it happened.

Your face will be the reason I smile
But I will not see what I cannot have forever
I'll always love ya, I hope you feel the same

Drinks in London is something we all do, late drinks, late evenings on a school night, well those are naughty and thats what it ended up being.Before I go on let me tell you something, Kat is not your normal typical black woman. Shes the one NeYo sang about in "Miss Independent", shes the 20th century female with everything. The 6 pack, the firm body, those 34C cups, the ass.... all that on a 5ft 9 inches frame. She's the lil husky twing in the voice that says "I can do things to you", shes a lot of things in one body. Shes also successful to the point where all the men I know didnt know what to do or say to get her, fortunately I wasnt one of those me. I was me,"Hitch" personafied.
Long story short, We got pissed, we swapped tongues and we made out.


I left her at 3am only to return for the trip to work at 7am. Needless to say we were shattered from last night, relieved we had gotten the sexual tension and need out of the way. We both needed to bust a nut, my nutsack was a month full she hadnt had any in months we were perfect! She didnt need telling I was as Rosemary called me "bad market"... Rosemary is a story for another day. Today was Friday and fridays were going to change from now on.Today we were going to bump uglies so bad it was going to make the neigbhours have to call the cops.
She came back to mine after a work function, the blackcab driver had to comment on how much she would be loved tonight, from Leadenhall all the way to the East he kept sneaking peeks. Taking Kats clothes off was the highlight of that year, Id seen the goods before however this time I knew I had time, I had wood that a Canadian lumberjack would be proud of. We didnt make love at first, we fucked we had to, there is no way you wont want to just tear it up with that body. We shagged in every way possible, when we got tired of pumping our mouths took over. I ate her like she had maple syrup dripping out of her cunt and when we couldnt bear any more orgasms (yes that time does come) we sat in the back of the house, lit a joint and watched the night turn to day. We got high on ourselves then we got high on nature. Mother nature does make a good blend when you find the right dealer.


Away from me to see clearly
The way that love can be when you are not with me
I had to leave, I had to live
I had to leave, I had to live

That was how it started. From then on sex was a given, the amount of time we parked in lay-byes and had "one for the road" or did it in the back in Odeon, Regent park, Hyde park name it. We did it everywhere and it was insane. But it was just that, insane. We got tired and decided to do it on a different continent. Chris Rock said it aint great pussy until its been hit on the otherside of town. I decided the other side of the continent would do just fine. We had time besides there was our mutual need. Lets just say fantasy had time, reality has no time. We had been on for months and had alienated the world. I still kept my personal family things going, I made time for the important things, and I kept up with Kat. I was living the dream and after Amsterdam we had to do New York, she had work to do out there, I had a free 5 days.....whats there to think about. It was agreed, it was our time to take New York by storm.

If I can't have you let love set you free to fly your pretty wings around
Pretty wings, your pretty wings
Your pretty wings, pretty wings around

Once in the lifetime of a relationship, legal or otherwise you realize you'd done this before in this life time or the last. I got to the terminal building and made the "Im here" call.She was excited but all of a sudden it occured to me. I cant do this to her forever. Dont get me wrong, baby girl was and still is a freebird, she lived for the moment, loved for life and didnt want anything from me except the insane character that lived behind this seemingly sane face and well....the tool I carried about.
She couldnt wait for me to get to the hotel, once I got to 10003 (my favourite zipcode apart from 15213) it was as if I was home. She drew me in and this time there was no love making, she held me like I brought warmth from the -2C degrees outside. She wanted to just hold me and considering it had been over 2 weeks since she left me I knew exactly how she felt, one tear and a long kiss and I held onto her.
We did New York, we had the walks, we window shopped and had the time of our life, the sex was the last thing I remember about the trip, the company was the best thing. She took time to talk to me about everything Id been struggling with and helped me get my inner life back to life.
What I havent said in all this is she came at a difficult time, it was time I was alone, Id started to think since he died (another story). When I think, I fall apart but instead of being an "adult friend" (you call it fuck buddy) she was a partner. Kat taught me how to find my humor again, showed me that I still brought light to those around me.
She was an angel and her work was done. I looked in the mirror and saw charity, I was a kid from the Homerton Orphanage and she'd brought a smile to this big kid who needed a friend. Walking onboard the Virgin Atlantic hostess smiled, looked at us and whispered to the guy beside her, "dont that couple look great?" If only she knew.
I sat in the seat and even that wasnt helpful, darn VA seats you pay for Premium and you can never lift up the so called arm rest.
As she leaned in to snuggle, I could tell. I just could.

To be continued...............

I turned day into night, sleep till I die a thousand times
I should have showed you better nights, better times, better days
I miss you more and more




















Monday 16 January 2012

Zimbabwe - bob Marley & The Wailers




The situation of the past few days has shown that men are brave as well as stupid, some men will bear the tale of public warrior while privately they fight for themselves and their pockets. Decades ago a great man (albeit with his own faults) called Martin Luther King fought for the rights of a race, it is a shame that some in a generation of so called greats cannot fight for a nation.
We are torn in-between tribes which were only in existence because of locations where people live, torn by loyalties which are only time deep, in another election cycle these loyalties will be dispersed and move on but the people will remain. The people will remain.
Now we can sit still and accept that there wont be probity however that will be a lie, the truth is the present people in power wont be able to sleep at night no matter how much they think they have made it will it make them?
Those who flaunt the gains of their booty in the faces of the masses will probably never realize how much suffering they cause the poor with their theft however there are things they should consider, what they're doing now is only part of a cycle that shall continue over time. Those who stole before exist in our midst, in other nations people who acquire wealth come back to invest in society in Nigeria its moved abroad.


Long ago Bob said “In this bright future you can't forget your past.” Im hoping for the sake of those in power they who didnt have shoes remember those days and do well by those of us who come after them.
To those of us who did move with the struggle I encourage you to embrace another famous saying from the man “Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery, none but ourselves can free our minds” right now in this nation in our state, we need this as a desert needs a oasis.


For this, to heal our minds and occupy our time in this crisis, I give you one of Bob Marley's greatest live performances and his greatest track (Bar "Johnny Was...me thinks :))...Zimbabwe!

Sunday 15 January 2012

Test Drive - Keith Sweat Ft Joe




I ask time and time again if there will ever be kings of soul on performance like Steve Harvey and the guys did a "Kings of Comedy", from the way the music business is I realize this is asking for the impossible. As with most of the best tracks on R&B albums this has no video which makes it even more painful but lets be realistic, how do you do a video to a track like this?
I can picture it though...an accidental meeting, a walk later, a few more meetings and the deal closer.
Awesome can describe only a few musicians who to me didnt really make it mainstream but had enough to make it into my collection.


To my friend who made drinks this evening interesting...heres to you.

Wednesday 11 January 2012

I Got This..Jennifer Hudson




Amazing isn't it, I've not been here for a second and all of a sudden Im hating the fact that I went away at all. Life can do loads to you so can the happenings in your life, new continent, new job, new dog....a lot is new yet a lot has changed. Sacrifice seems to be the order of the day and time and chance seem to have left the building cos I never have any of the two.


Jennifer did a few things to me in recent times and lets just say she touched a string in my heart with this album especially this track. Shes gone though a bit since her last album, lost her family trauma etc. I've learnt though that this is actually what makes us stronger.


I couldn't find the video for this (Isn't out actually they never make videos for the "moody ones") but this should do. Remember the idea is not the video, its the lyrics and what it adds to the soul.


Thanks for waiting (if you're still out there) and hopefully Ill be more regular now I've sorted myself out :)