She's Amazing

Ok Ohh, I tried my best to keep this to myself, but my fingers keep typing even though some part of my brain tells It to stop ......Stubborn Fingers!

All I want to do here is describe Someone , I know I'm writing under Influence , It may not be drugs or alcohol, but I'm definitely high on something...lol, Abeg joor It's not my fault, I blame Her for being too perfect.

Let me begin with her voice, when she talks, It's heavenly! as in it's like sweet melodious songs reverberating sweetly in the stillness of a quiet night.

Her eyes are so bright, it shines and flickers like a candle flame, Staring Into the glow Could mesmerize any One. almost like she had a direct connect with your soul.

And my oh my those Lips! One look at it could stare up desires like that Succulent agege bread, fresh from the Bakery

Her Laugh dey make my laugh dey laugh, and when she Smiles, Everything simply appears brighter and better,

She's got the body of a goddess, true beauty personified, not a switch,but she can turn any One on, Including women, She's that SEXY. Describing her body further, is most likely going to get me In trouble...so Enough for now ))

Oh yeah, and her company is amazing, a personality to die for, I could stay all day with Her, and not notice that the hands of the clock even moved, as in time literally stops! Imagine that!

I'll end here, Not for Lack of words, but because I Need to get back from dreamland, the thin line between reality and fantasies these days tend to mess with my head.

If you see Her, Tell her to better come and cure my crase ohh, make this thing nor deveop into full scale madness.

Babor James

Introduction/Famous ....My kinda Poetry ))

Attention y’all, this is nothing but a brief IntroduCtion

I wan announce myself, like trader for Market JunCtion

I gat too much Money …dey call me the BIZ-NESS

Sure to keep my Honey cuming like a BEE’s-NEST

Fear me ohh. I fit use Razor blade cut caRRot

Why you talking about me, abi U be paRRot?

Before Before…all the haters wanted was my Destruction

But...Thanks to Jehovah, Now they all Come 4 Instruction

I’m difficult to comprehend, Definition of EnigmA

Those who tried beefing me..Live with the StigmA

I’m So fly…Even the Sky..gat ask God Why I hot like Fire

Before gals dey tell me Lie, form shy, now dey all say Hi

In case u didn’t know this…My swag is ContagioUS

My madness na Internal…..sumtin Like PemphigUS

#Fact Nobody can stop me …I’m a mysTeRy

I am the 1^st and last of my Kind...In HisToRy

I know the way …follow me…I gat dirEctioN

I nor be like dem boiz..Wen know only ErEctioN.

Now you know the person I really am wIthIn

My Father Is God, and He sure calls me PIkIn

I always Sit and Fantasize about how life would be...When I’m fAMOUS

I’d first take a photo with Beyonce, and make sure that they FRAME-US

I’d call my Mum in joy, and My Dad, The Big MISTER

And with Love..tell my mum how much I MiSSED-HeR

Everyday champagne popping would be my SIGNATURE

On the beach with birds tweeting and Singing In-NATURE

I’d build a big House…Just to do my LaundRY

Another mansion, for bath, Living in LuxURY

I’d also have a girl, much prettier than a PORN-STAR

With a body guard, so big and bad like a MONSTER

I nor go forget my guyz ohh..Even My-Boy-Mega

We’d be balling and chilling with My-Toy-Sega (lol)

I’d be my own King, Very bad like that Nigguh Micheal-Jackson

I go get mouth; people must hear my voice like Kelly-Clarkson

Considering the fact that I’d already be a DoctOR

The gangster in me would live on like 2pac-shakUR

My jamz would be all that’s on the radio..I Trust the D.J

I’d be beta dan (B)beyonce and (J)jay combined, even B.J

The Time is really close; I can feel it in the Air

No need for fear..coz All I gat, I’d be sure 2 share

P.s...If you don't get any Line Here, Ask Me!

Wait Your Turn

First He kissed Her Lips so passionately, you would think her Lips where made of Candy, Of course she responded, kissing back with lips quavering and melting at his touch, Her body anticipating, then He put His arms slowly around her Hips, Caressing sensually as He did,In No Time His wandering Arms Found her Bosom, Instinctively squeezing slowly, she let out a moan, that sounded like nothing He had ever heard before, Now at This Time both Hearts where Racing, Wow they needed not to Hold back their passion anymore, This Night was their Night, They both Thought, as they both fell Upon the bed, at last They where Married.

As they Continued, she couldn't Help but wonder, If he was Actually a virgin as He had Claimed, she had Kept herself for Only Her Husband, and he said He did, but his hands and lips where too experienced to be that of a Newbie, but then he never said he had never kissed before, so .......Her thought train stopped as He kissed Her Neck with renewed passion, They both couldn't wait no longer, As they removed their clothes, actually tearing most of it in the process, what a night this would be, they where going to be joined as one!

Now Her clothes where gone, 'wow" he exclaimed silently to himself, First because her almost Naked body was more beautiful than he Had Imagined and Secondly, He didn't actually Know how to proceed, what's next? He Dialogued and debated within Himself, and after a moment of Confusion, decided to remove her bra, he tried to remove it like a shirt over her head,but she smiled and told Him He had to Unhook it from the back, )), Unhooking was harder than he had thought but after a "short" while of struggling, He succeeded )). and Here my story Ends, The remaining part2 is Censored...lol

The Moral of the story is thus...Keep Yourself, a lot of us (writer Included) have lost this opportunity, Our first Time was shared with someone who might not even remember our names if we meet again, Truth is I would give just about anything to regain my Innocence, Virginity is not as bad as people make it sound like, So if You've had the privilege of not loosing Yours, Keep it that way, and this story might just be yours...Peace!

My Life as A Student Artist

Been both a student and an Artist Is Not easy, Talk about your average Multitasking. If I was however forced to choose between Music and Medicine, hmm. My choice would Definitely have M as It's beginning letter..lol, First Things First, I started my music career In the summer of 2010, And have never regretted it since, Frankly when I told some of my friends what I planned to go Into, I saw the Mockery in their eyes Even though their mouths Offered Encouragement, Now they Applaud. Special Shout out to Sir Roieezy, The brother motivated me, And still does till date, For this I am gratefull

Okay that said, So My first gig was at an Omizsy's Event on September 11th 2010, Tagged Explosion, Truth is Ternopil is yet to recover from that Explosive Event, Artist Such as Jide the Only ceaser I know, Tc peruzzi the guy Alanta Na another type, And Noks Our very own Jay-z, Not forgetting Ternopil's own Art-man Ade the guitar Hero, The party was killed of course, And as a result all of us where placed On the Wanted List, by the music Government for murder. keep running guys they can't Catch us...

Second Event I was Invited to, was at a Ukrainian Hip-Hop concert on 05/12/2010, These guys where Hip-Hop Fanatics, And that almost cost one of the Artist there his left eye, as he called me "My Nigga" and hugged me simultaneously, I managed to keep my cool though In the end, guess we where both On Some Cognac Influence, Ajay of course once again rocked the show With His swag Intact, I have never felt so loved In my Entire Life as I did that day, Many white faces screaming Ajay brought me close to tears,It made me Almost Decide on the spot to Sing solely in Ukrainian language, But erm I think Urhobo is better..lol

I really have so many things to write, but once again, Time is very Unfriendly, I'm getting late for my obstetrics class with Every sec that passes. By the way checkout samples of My songz at http://www.reverbnation.com/baborjames, You gonna love It, And there are new Stuffs coming up very soon, Keep in touch with my fan page to get the first Squeeze. I very much appreciate the love,hate,beef,praise, gossips and all, It has made me a Stronger and more popular person, than I was last year,
Ok,I gat to study now....My Teacher awaits, Peace

Application...lol

Application for the post Of Boyfriend

Dear pretty girl,

I am writing you this letter In response to the vacancy posted In your life, for the position of boyfriend , I am aware of other candidates Who are Interested In this same position, and would do anything to get this post, but I am confident that with my skills, passion and Experience In relationships, I am the most qualified for this job.

I worked in the past as assistant-boyfriend for one miss Ekaete, and enclosed is a letter of recommendation from her, My skills Include the ability to always be by the side, back, and Even On Top of those I work for anytime they need me. I am a faithful and dedicated worker, and believe that If I am given this opportunity, You would be glad you did.

I would welcome the opportunity to further discuss this position with you. If you have questions or would like to schedule an interview In Your room, please contact me. I look forward to hearing from you.

Regards,

Babor James

Racism Kills

The day which I was born, God bless that day, The Doctor saw me, and the first thing he said, Even before telling my mum congratulations was "This Boy is going to be Very dark" True story my mum told me some years later in passing, not that I needed to be reminded of my extremely dark complexion, Frankly is my color has all through my Growing up years in Nigeria been a source of playful teasing among my friends and family. I even remember one day In school when a friend of mine was advising me on life, And he mentioned that I do not get married to an overly dark lady as according to him. Darkness+ Shadow= Eclipse, Up till this day I still don't know which of the two I was suppose to be.lol

Truth be told all through those years growing up, I never considered myself different from my peers because of my skin, Maybe Intellectually or Character wise, But Never because of my color, I remember One of my bosom friends his name chidiebere whom I called Oyibo pepper ( a light skinned person in Nigeria) and he responded with giving me his very own nick name "Night" To us It was all playful teasing and the names we called each other didn't stop us from been the good friends we came to become, I loved every single minute of growing up as a Darker version of the average African ..

On traveling to Europe however Things changed . I remember sitting on the plane and wondering where all this "Yellow" people came from, I honestly don't see the reason Caucasians are called white, But that's just me, The difference In color didn't shock me much however Until I alighted from the airplane, Now that was when wahala(trouble) began, Lord have mercy I exclaimed to myself, I along with a handful of Nigerians with me at that time where the only colored skin my eyes could see. To make matters worse, they stared at us even Harder than I did at them, I just wonder what must have been going on in their Heads as they looked at us, I sincerely hope it wasn't the same or even similar to what was going on in mine.

I have come to accept myself as a black man, And honestly must say I'm proud to be African, It's however very sad when I see "small minded" people trying to capitalize on this skin difference to promote strife, It sickens me when I consider the sheer number of Silly white boys, who have tried to attack me or haul insults at me just because of the fact that I have a different skin from theirs( N.B- I always beat up those Ones who come to fight One on one to my satisfaction before leaving the scene) . I would also like to add here that Even the Africans who complain of been Molested become racist Inclined after such confrontations and thus the cycle goes on and on.

My point? you may ask, Is simply thus, Yeah I'm black and proud. But That's NOT the reason why I may be different from any other normal person , Any one No matter their color who grew Up In the same Environment and home I did is very much likely to be the same If not similar to the person I am today, Be you white, red, Alien green, Or black.
Say no To racism, It Kills. That's all i have to convey for now!

Peace

Baby J...where did you go?

Once upon a time, baby Jamie was the cutest thing you ever saw, trust me I've got a whole lot of pictures to prove that, As a baby I remember consciously doing mischievous things. and when anyone got angry and tried scolding me, all that I needed to do was to smile and if it didn't work, I would switch to fake tears Immediately, and that would be the end of my scolding. Oh what a perfect time it was,my days of innocence where the best, I'll give anything to get that back

Recently however I've discovered that my smile has become more of naughty than innocent. I've discovered that me smiling and trying to be cute now creates more problem than it actually solves.lol. It almost seems to me that everything that goes wrong or any naughty actions around my environment always inevitably gets linked or traced back to me, although I do some(that's not the point), I always ask myself,... gosh do I look so suspicious?

I remember vividly one cool evening, I was out on a date with a gorgeous girl, which was going so well I felt we knew each other already for a long time, trying to be friendly, I asked her to my place beaming as I invited, the mere fact that I smiled communicated to her that I was up to noo good...lol, I know because she later confessed to me, that the only reason why she didn't say yes, the first time I asked. was because I looked too naughty, can you imagine that?

I'm really searching for that cute sweet and innocent little boy that I once was, I hope he is still deep within me, and if peradventure you see little Jamie, please tell him to come back. Big James needs to connect with him.....Thanks

Ajay

Here's a quick question . when was the last time you sang in the shower? I'm guessing not too long ago, maybe even today,Now another one, so just because you've got a horrible voice, does that invariably imply that you should desist altogether from singing?. Here's my answer.. Yes and No! let me explain...The Yes answer, is for the next time you in the shower ALONE, and NO in the situation when you find yourself in the midst of people you know and love,so as not to destroy the bond between you and them..lol

OK seriously..Singing is Fun and I'd always wanted to engage in it.So some-time ago, I woke with a strong desire to follow this calling, I like to Think of myself as a pretty modest singer,and I believed I was set for the Spot light , That morning I spent the whole day, mostly daydreaming about my life as a 'Star'.even chose my stage name which for the record is Ajay. In my mind's eye, i was already a star, in this fantasy world of mine, i was invited to a concert with millions of fans screaming my name. Ajay! unanimously .smiling I stepped up the podium, grabbed the mic and made to sing, Shockingly.. there where no songs coming out from my mouth,oh boy! the jolt back to reality was a Lil too sudden. I realized i didn't have a song!

This made me spend the next couple of days that followed, trying to write a new song,pretty tough job i tell you.That didn't stop me though, it took some days later, in addition to a few sleepless nights.. Hurray! I did it. i wrote a song,I guess all I need now is a producer,maybe a songwriter, and some dancers, just maybe my fantasy will become a reality after all . You'll be the first to know when I've sold out my debut album...Look out world. There's a Star in The Making,And his name is Ajay........1luv

Badboy

He is a bad boy, in all sense, hardcore player, with no respect for the ladies, "coldhearted" many times he's been called, but all these ramblings of hurt girls have no effect on him, seeing them cry draw no remorse from him anymore, a real curse to the female folks, cos they just can't help loving him, They fall for him and he keeps on hurting them,he cares about no woman except for his mother, He continues to hurt them again and again in cycles just like a chorus.

But would you blame him? like most men he was born and raised to love and respect women, his mother after all is one, very kindhearted and really a nice guy. Then he met this girl, first a glance, then a smile, and then a kiss, the first of which he would never forget, they where in love, a blissful relationship, gave her his all and thought he had all of her, That was the happiest time of his life, he even saw her in his future.

Then one hot afternoon, he just got a good news, and was in a hurry to tell his girlfriend, he had become an uncle, he practically flew up the stairs to her room, what a discovery! finding her legs up & moaning under his "friend" in pure ecstasy was mind shattering. how could this be? he had never even touched her before, because he planned to wait for the night after their wedding, how could she? he fought the tears and won, He had loved her but no more. Never would he feel such pain again. Never!.

So please don't blame him when he refuses to open his heart, everyday the picture of their naked bodies hunt him, playing in his head like a horror movie. It wasn't meant to be this way, But now there's no going back, He's just not capable of loving again, So ladies the next time you see him, don't hate or blame him, show him love, and pray for him that someday soon he finds love, because after all without love we are all nothing.!

Ridng The Bus

I want a car! I really do. riding the bus is just not working for me. and believe you me, I've got to wake up every morning of every weekday and ride the bus to my institute.Talk about dreaded Mornings....every kind of persons can be found on the bus, and as I have painfully just recently realized. people can be generally annoying.

Just yesterday on my way back from school, This very old and Frail looking man, joined the bus, looking at him one would never even nurse the idea, that he could hurt a fly, boy where we wrong! he kept mum..until unfortunately for us he received a call, his voice pitch started like a normal one, but increased at an alarming rate..the man was louder than the bus engine itself, drawing complaints from every body in the bus, driver included. what was worse was that he simply ignored everyone,and finished his conversation.like nothing was wrong, I was unlucky to be sitting next to him ,punching him on his face seemed like a good idea, but when I made to do so,I realized that such an old man might not survive the hit

moving on..,you think that man was bad? some time ago, as I was on my way to school,on the "dreaded bus" a middle aged white woman was so fascinated by my skin color, and felt the need to start a conversation, now I don't have a problem with this, it's good to be friendly, but what is 'not' cool, is having halitosis(bad breath) and still putting your mouth very close to my face, causing major discomfort, lol. every attempt I made to politely end the conversation, failed. and I had to come down at a stop I initially didn't plan to, what a funny day.. I could go on and on. writing more stories about my experiences, but I am pressed for time

There are many more annoying characters in the bus aside those above..and I wish i could altogether avoid these rides, but I must endure as a student, so i don't have to go through this the rest of my life. That done, duty calls,see y'all next time..peace