Its been one rollercoaster half year abi? first Obama climbed the ladder of impossibility to be president of yankee- the pace setter and first of his kind......Then
Fast forward six months, and Micheal Jackson whom I had fondly christened 'Monkeli' being the Yoruba woman that I proudly am; passed away.
Oh, how I cried. No, I didnt cry, I wept my eyes out. I bawled. I was huffing and puffing and wiping the endless tears that cascaded down my face... until my hubby said, ' Bim, imagine if micheal should just push that golden castket open and shout :"dont cry my peoples...I still dey!"- I am sure the crowd will scatter by fire!'. lol.. but do u know? someone like that Mariah Carey who was crying like a diva, will just gather her long dress under her armpits and fly off the podium! na who wan see dead persin ? sheesh!
Despite my tears, I had to laugh. Thank God for the gift of laughter inspite of the most downest of moments.
But, did you people not notice how Usher was the only one to touch the casket? That bobo get sense. He was the only one to use 'Elisha's idea' and collect the double potion of Monkeli's annointing. I am sure Usher has one pastor that advised him to touch casket twice and 'gbwoa.. the double potion of Micheal's annointing' will flow... Usher funara re! correct bobo!
Okay, incase if you haven't noticed yet, I have absolutely nothing to blog about.
I am still missing Monkeli and I will return after I have finished mourning him.
I did paste somin special on my other blog tho'.
take care and take heart, my fellow Monkeli lovers,