Tuesday, 31 December 2013

My 2013 Nigerian playlist

Songs that I played and never got tired of playing in 2013!
1) Eminado - Tiwa savage and don Jazzy
2) Caro - Starboy ft wizkid and LAX
3) Olorun mi - Tiwa savage
4) Shake - Flavour
5) Ada Ada - Flavour
6) Take care of me - Skales
7) Slow down - R2bees ft wizkid
8) Jombolo - Iyanya ft Flavour
9) Ligali - Dammy Krane ft Pasuma
10) Ife wa gbona - Tiwa savage
P.S am too patriotic to rate foreign songs but I still love Eminem and Enya *rme*
Care to share yours too?

The most important things to do

The most useless thing to do - worry
The greatest joy - giving
The most satisfying work - helping others
The ugliest personality trait - selfishess
The most endangered species - dedicated leaders
The greatest "shot in the arm" - encouragement
The greatest problem to overcome - fear
Most effective sleeping pill - peace of mind
The most crippling failure disease - excuses
The most powerful force in life - love
The most dangerous pariah - a gossip
The world's most incredible computer - the brain
The worst thing to do without - hope
The deadliest weapon - the tongue
The two most pwerfilled words - I can
The greatest asset - faith
The most worthless emotion - self pity
The most prized possession - integrity
The most beautiful attire - a smile!
The most powerful channel of communication - prayer
The most contagious spirit - enthusiasm
The most important thing in life - God

2013 in retrospect

In less than 20 hours, the curtains would draw on 2013 and 2013 would be spoken of as last year, the previous year and so on. Well, I'd say it has been a year that was fair in more ways than ever to me although I had my fair share of the vicissitudes of life also.
2013 started on a not too bright note.
January was just there, I was recovering from a broken relationship, I was downcast but held my head high still.
February rolled in silently, I met this dude, we clicked and I fell in love(?). My bff marked her birthday and we spent it at a motherless babies home in Abeokuta.
March, lectures and all, project ish, we were all loking forward to enjoying our last semester as undergraduates.
April more lectures, deadlines to meet.
May, the pressure was terrible! I guess the first cracks started developing but we probably didn't notice, my aunty was elevated from the bar to the bench (Judge things).
June, it got to a head here but I had my final exams to face. 28th I wrote my last paper as an undergraduate.
July, I was a year older! Whoop whoop!! ..........and the ASUU brohaha that would last 5 solid months started.
August, strike strike strike
September, strike
October, started blogging, strike strike strike
November, elder brother was called to the Nigeria bar, it finally dawned on me I wouldn't serve this year.
December, ASUU finally called off the strike *not interested bb smiley*
So my sweethearts, you see my year was very boring! In the course of the year, a friend stopped being my friend, am not really bothered because I can't stand people that think for me; like you don't know what's on my mind and you just assume and when am trying to call for truce, you give me that harsh tone! That's a no-no for me at this age! 20 friends can't play together for 20 years abi? Also in the course of blogging, I met great friends and I hope we get to meet one day *group hug*
Thanks to everyone that commented (Petite, uche, mr anon, uje, leona, hannah, bukola, tope, niyi, fati, sewa, mayowa, mayowa unaab, fikemi, buiti, porsh, eya, toun, if I didn't mention you no vex, I don dey old *covers face* and to all of you that visit but don't comment, I appreciate but I'd appreciate more if you drop comments! It gives me the drive to continue!
I appreciate my parents for buying the bb am using to blog,family, my sisters from another mother (bukola n tope, its been 6 amazing years of friendship!) I love you all!


It feels good to be back after all the project completion wahala! Funny how I feel there is cobweb all over my blog. Thanks to every one of you, your prayers worked, God favoured me! Infact immediately my supervisor saw me, she asked what I came to do in school and directed me to go home for xmas, complete my work and mail it to her, like that was not enough, a departmental meeting held and our seminar was fixed for January 6th and final defence 8th. I need your prayers more than ever oh, I need favour on the day of my seminar, the lecturers should not ask me hard questions and I need that A in my project!
How did you spend your xmas? Sure you had fun? I practically slept that day because I was tired but my friend (journalofapetitediva.blogspot.com) made my xmas with the gift she sent me! Visit her blog please. Thanks for the calls, sms etc! I love you

Friday, 20 December 2013


It is with annoyance am writing this post.
Am going to be missing in action till whenever. Yesterday, we resumed back to school. Am still lounging in my father's house but by sunday, I shall be in Abeokuta. My xmas will be spent in school, I don't know when I'll return to Lagos.my post data seminar and final defence is coming up soon, I have to complete my chapter 4 and 5, reference and abstract between now and monday morning else my supervisor will skin me alive.
Well, I'll think of the xmas chicken of last year while in abeokuta, this is the first xmas I'll spend without my family *wailing*, well, by January 16th,2014, every ties that bind me with the "undergraduate" tag will be broken.
Meanwhile, I'll drop my number, if you need to reach me and all. 08091036351,08036850022.
I'll miss y'all, and wish me luck! I love you, merry xmas and a happy new year in advance.

Wednesday, 18 December 2013

50 Questions

1) Name? Seyon Patience Hundeyin
2) Position in the family? 2nd
3) Best Colour? Purple and sometimes pink
4) Ever been heartbroken? yes nah! (And I broke hearts too) duuh
5) TDH or intelligent? Never been a fan of TDH. I want my man intelligent
6) Last book you read? Shock wave by clive cussler
7) Hobby(ies)? Reading, gisting, sleeping (does it count?)
8) Ever been in love? I think so
9) Ever dated an ex again? No
10) Ever been jealous of your bestie? Honestly no
11) What I'll never be caught dead doing? Shaving my brow
12) Pets? Ewww! I hate pets
13) Love language? Gifts
14) Do you keep a diary? Yes (18+ please)
15) Music of the moment? Slow down by r2Bees ft wizkid
16) Home cooking or eating out? I love cooking! Home cooking please
17) 5 most played songs on your phone? Slow down, eminado, caro, frozen, hey soul sister
18) Best food? Fried rice
19) Do you have kids? No
20) Last time you cried? I can't remember
21) Do you bite your nails? No, I keep claws
22) Do you think you are strong? Sometimes
23) First thing you notice about people? Eyebrow
24) Last person you talked to on the phone? Mum
25) Hair colour? Black
26) Do you wear contacts? No
27) Hugs or kisses? Depends on the giver
28) Book you are reading now? Lost city by clive cussler
29) Any tattoo? No
30) Do you save old greeting cards and letters? Yes please
31) How many times a day do you look at the mirror? Uncountable times
32) What position do you sleep in? On my side or back
33) If you could restore a broken relationship, which would it be? The one I had with Dennis
34) When do you find yourself singing? In the bathroom
35) Your last text was from? Mtn
36) Current mood? Super tired
37) Have you ever lost a close friend? Yes
38) Have a crazy side? Yes!!!!!!!!
39) Something you do a lot? Read
40) Last person you hugged? My cousin
41) Ever been drunk? Yes
42) Are you worried about the future? Always
43) Zodiac? Cancer
44) A confession? Errm..........
45) Your celebrity crush? Darey
46) Fave tv show? The Johnsons
47) Regret anything? Coupla things
48) Best way to your heart? Good diction
49) Are you stubborn? Very
50) Can you curl your tongue? Yes

Monday, 16 December 2013

Happy mode activated

ASUU strike has come to an end *dancing skelewu* after over 5 months of sitting at home doing nothing, the strike has been called off. If not for the strike I should have been in my service year but I believe God knows why we were not mobilized.
The kind of things I did during this strike ehn! *covers face for some*
I had time to read over 15 novels mostly clive cussler and John grisham, since I bought them all and I don't like reading books twice, am giving them out.
This blog was birthed during the strike, I've had over three thousand views within 2 months, I've made amazing friends and interacted with amazing people!
No, this is not my valedictory speech, I just remembered I've not completed my chapter 4 and 5 *sad*
Its back to school for the final lap anytime soon!
Am excited and not excited, forgive my blabbing

We steal because Nigerians do not stone us.

The Rivers state Governor, Rotimi Amaechi, on saturday said political office holders steal state funds because Nigerians do not stone them.
Am assuming he is a thief also; the governor further stated that Nigerians have stoned nobody hence the continued plundering of our nation's resources by politicians.
That statement got me thinking; am wondering if the perks of office has dulled and deadened the conscience of politicians, how can a sane man say he steals because Nigerians don't stone them knowing fully well that political office holders are immune from prosecution. What stones is he talking about? Spiritual stones maybe?
The case of ibori and diepreye comes to mind; they were declared innocent in Nigeria but convicted by UK courts.
When I watch news and hear billions, I cringe, it gives me headache. All the thieves since 1960 till date, has any been prosecuted? ICPC and EFCC have become mere government appendages, the last has not been heard of the bullet proof cars saga, same with the SURE-P fund. I weep for my country.
Nigeria is rich enough to give every citizen 1miilion naira yet, we won't go broke.
When the media raises dust too much, committees most times unnecessary are constituted for mere jamboree, they collect staggering sitting allowances and steal more money in the name of investigation; the case of Mr integrity is an example.
Meanwhile, while Mr Amaechi is preaching in Lagos, his home state is in crisis, the house of assembly is still under lock and key.
Which way Nigeria?

Take control of your actions

Today's post is long but I assure you, its worth your time.
Very often, we find ourselves acting in such a way, projecting ourselves as being something we are not, only in a desperate bid to impress someone. Do you realise that by trying to take control of another person, you are actually exposing your own weakness? By trying to swagger and force a person to think of you as you need him to you are needlessly exposing your weakness and thus sabotaging your position. In such a situation, the person you are trying to impress will simply be in command of you. The minute you want something from someone, you automatically assume a weaker position.
Understand then that the more you crave for a person's good opinion or attention, the less likelihood of your ever receiving it.
The following actions will surely work against you in any situation:
1. Going out of your way to impress someone.
2. Falling all over someone trying to curry favour.
3. Making meaningless small talk just to be heard.
4. Trying to be overly concerned about the person's health and well being.
5. Hanging on to the person if he was angry or upset with you.
6. Trying to win the person's approval at all cost.
7. Constantly being on the defensive and trying to give explanations for every action.
8. Indulging in vacant or harmful gossips.
9. Always trying to say only nice things to someone though it is actually not your real opinion about the person.
The solution? Try to think before you talk. There will be less chance of sabotaging your position.
Do you feel a certain fear mounting within you? Is that why you fawn, try to impress and in general blabber nonsense? Ah! Then control yourself.
It is better to be a silent listener than to be someone who will make a fool of himself by indulging in all the above actions!

Sunday, 15 December 2013


Am sorry this is coming late, I attended two xmas carols today, the first in my church.
the second was in my aunty's church. This is my first attempt at inserting pictures and I used my phone. Am too tired to think now; follow on instagram at seyonhun.

Saturday, 14 December 2013

Through the eyes of a kid

Growing up, I believed all adults had fine handwriting and I couldn't wait to be an aduLt because my handwriting was terrible!!! Well, now am an adult and my writing isn't any better *sad face*
Am sure you had some ideas about what growing up would herald. Let's get talking; what are those things that you thought was exclusive to adults while growing up but now you are all grown and you've come to realise they were just mere thoughts afterall?

Thursday, 12 December 2013


Today's post was written by my good friend @Beyotola. Enjoy!
Today we’re gonna talk about whores. How did it start? Grab a chair and follow the story, feel free to RT when I’m done. No doubt we all know prostitution is one of the oldest professions. In the good ol’ days, prostitutes were easy to identify with the skimpy clothes and excess makeup. Showing off their long sexy legs, baring cleavage and wearing tight clothes so that men can see the market they want to buy. And then there were the noble, decent girls that dressed like Mary. Yes, Jesus’ mum, we’ve all seen the paintings & pictures. I’m not saying that how she really looks, but it gives us the sense of how decent girls used to dress. Hence everything was easy for men. If you want to get laid, you know how to identify prostitutes and if you want to get married, you know how to identify decent girls.
One day, some insecure women noticed that prostitutes were getting a lot of attention so they decided to do something about it. They decided to start dressing like the prostitutes - show some skin and let the shape be obvious. And they came up with a name for it; FASHION. Soon, women that sold food started showing cleavage to attract more customers to their shop. Men began to notice and were confused as to which were the real prostitutes. They will approach a girl and ask “How much for the night?” and the girl will reply angrily “Do I look like a prostitute? All you guys ever think of is sex!” This was very frustrating and embarrassing. The real prostitutes too were not happy about this, business was slowing. So they came up with their own idea; they began to ‘throw’ themselves at men. So a man will just be walking on the street and a prostitute will just go and rub herself against him, so he can have a feel of her features. It was perfect! This worked for a while till those insecure women devised a new plan. They started pressing themselves against men too and convinced men it was a form of greeting. They called it HUGGING. The prostitutes got pissed off and started spreading the word “Any woman that wants to be touched by everyman she meets belongs in the brothel.”
Alas, confusion was back. Decent women started losing their daughters to these prostitutes-wannabes. Mary was no longer their role model, the wannabes ruled! Men were more confused than ever. How will they identify the ‘wife materials’? This also had a negative effect on the women. After all, their aim was to get married. They could no longer identify serious men and they started to complain and wanted to go back to their ways of dressing like Mary. Word reached the wannabes about this unrest, but they couldn’t turn back now.
Originally, when men wanted to get married, they will approach a member of the family of the woman and state their intention. That member will then act as a middleman conveying messages to both parties. When both parties feel like they have enough information about each other, they agree to marry. It was that simple. Noble women of high birth didn’t even go through all those, their parents (usually kings, lords, dukes etc.) just arrange for their marriage to another noble family right from their birth. Once the girl, starts her menstrual cycle, they plan the wedding and give her away. That’s how it was done then, as revealed in old Shakespearean and Dickens stories, all Epic movies and every Disney fairytale. It was happily ever after, rate of divorce was very low.
The wannabes came up with another plan to know the men that were ready for marriage. They decided they will stop using the middleman and sneak out of their parents’ houses to spend time alone with men. That way, they believe they will get to know if the man is ready or not. They called this; RELATIONSHIP. So they will expect the men to show them a little of what they are to expect during marriage. Women could spend time with men outside marriage and still enjoy the intimacies of marriage. They required men to shower them with gifts, plan romantic dates, etc. This worked! The prostitutes recorded lower and lower income. In an attempt to separate themselves from the wannabes, they started calling the wannabes WHORES. The name was the only way to differentiate them. Prostitutes now had more shame and started to wear their skimpy clothes only at night. They had lost the battle.
But then men realized that one of the intimacies of marriage is sex. So if they were to show the women a little of what they should expect during marriage, shouldn’t sex be part of it? They realized they were being cheated. So where will they find the good ol’ decent girls with Mary as their role model? The mosque, church or temples? But it was too late, the wannabes had infiltrated everywhere. Then one day, a man invited a woman he was in a relationship with to a secluded area and tried to have sex. But the girl said “No, we can’t do that. Its only prostitutes that have pre-marital sex.” And the guy was like “Really? Now you remember that? But you dress like them, act like them and collect money like them!” A struggle ensued and the first ever rape was recorded. The man was caught and stoned to death.
This sad event attracted empathy and some reasonable women started agreeing to sex during relationships. Hence, the wannabe sect was divided into two; girlfriends and whores. But this only increased the confusion for men. They could no longer understand women. And the new era emerged; men started sleeping with prostitutes and whores while still keeping the girlfriend so as to avoid raping her. Now we are here; more single, old, desperate women, heartbreaks, divorces and infidelity. All because some insecure women wanted more attention. So ask yourself, who is your role model, the people sent by God or some wannabes?

Wednesday, 11 December 2013


Two months ago, on this date, I took the leap of faith and I started a blog; initially, I wanted it to be all political but friends advised me against that, hence, the pot pourri it has become. Two months down the line, it feels like I've done this for two years......I just want to use this space to thank everybody that has visited and the ones that will still visit, you give me the drive to continue because on more than one occasion, I got tired of blogging; all the comments dropped so far, I appreciate and I expect more of that. To all the amazing friends I've met in the blogsphere, I love you! Lemme stop now before I start writing rubbish. Lol.

Monday, 9 December 2013

Becoming a woman

Good morning sweethearts and welcome to a new week. Christmas is fast Approaching and I cannot but wish us happy yuletide in advance.

Everyday, we hear people use the word "woman" so I'd like to know, at what stage or point does one become a woman? Is it when we start our periods? When be cross that "teen" age? When we first have sex? When we have our first baby? Share your views with me please.
In other news, my fellow blogger (www.journalofapetitediva.blogspot.com) did a giveaway and I won! Whoop whoop *in her voice* kindly visit her blog too!
Have a splendid week!

Saturday, 7 December 2013

Let me believe

Let me believe you are my friend indeed
Someone I can go with anywhere
And not be afraid of anything
Let me believe you won't ruin my life

Let me believe in your love
That it is pure and true
And not sensual and lustful
To drop me finally when you are true

Let me believe in your words
That when you say a word you mean it
And noy full of lies
To destroy my life

Let me believe in your touch
That they are soft and affectionate
And not premediated to lure
And destroy what I treasure most
Let me believe


Yorubas call it owo
Igbos call it ego
Hausas call it kudi
Edos call it Igho
The source of happiness
The cause of pride
The cause of pain
The measure of man's achievement
The measure of man's dignity
The root of man's self abasement
The root of man's self destruction
He who runs after it is mad
He who does not lack ambition
He who acquires it without toil is a parasite
He who amases it for a lifetime is a fool
Who has never gotten anything from life
He who slashes it is unscrupulously stingy
He who throws it around is an extravagant scamp
He who accumulates it at the expense of others is a capitalist
He who accumulates and shares it with others is a communist
Money is filthy
Yet why go after it?
Money is evil
Man loves money

Thursday, 5 December 2013

Getting better

Yeah finally, my body is coming back to normal though I've got this terrible catarrh that won't allow me breathe well :(
Thanks for the calls, sms, pings and all. I appreciate y'all.
So I've been thinking lately, what if you are pregnant or your wife is and scan shows the baby is carrying some genetic disorder or mutation or some illness that has no cure, will you abort/ advise her to abort or keep the baby?
I need your honest replies please.

Monday, 2 December 2013


Good morning dear friends,am sorry I went AWOL, well, I'll be missing in action for a while beacuse am under the weather and am too weak to update.
Remember me in your prayers and also, happy new month. Let's not forget xmas is about giving.
Much love.