Tuesday, August 28, 2012

WHAT IS LOVE?


Hey There!
Yeah, yeah, it's been long... lol. I have been up to a bit and I think I'll share that once my writing gets approved by Thespian Muse's quality control department. Right now, I'll just go over the Boss's head and publish a poem I wrote last year. I was feeling lovey dovey, but I've been so confused by this evasive concept of love (not Agape love, that I understand [only a little] better), that I asked myself the age-old question. This was my answer to myself:



WHAT IS LOVE? 

I feel that love is a feeling that you feel when you feel it's impossible to feel good when the person you're feeling feelings for is too far away to feel you up!

Love is feeling for the person you’re feeling feelings for, feelings that don’t feel like feelings you would normally feel for others.

Love is feeling like you don't feel like you have control of your feelings anymore… and those feelings of feeling out of control make you feel like, "Where are the feelings of power and control over my feelings?"

Love is feeling like feeling those feelings I feel I explained will be lasting feelings, so that I'd feel that way for long.

These feelings that I feel, I feel I feel because they're new feelings that I never felt before. I feel I'd like the feeling to be love.... But I'll never know until I feel these feelings infinitely.

I feel like I want to feel love…
That feeling when you feel you’ll never feel loving feelings for anyone else infinitely… 

- Omoye Uzamere, 
Thespian Muse. 




Thursday, February 16, 2012


"I am not proud of the girl that I was. But without being that girl, I wouldn’t be the woman that I am today. So, if it makes any sense to you, I have no regrets" I heard Wendy Williams say these words when she talked about the things that made her feel so strongly connected to Whitney Houston.

Earlier today, I was told by one of my mentors, Femi Odugbemi, “Life can be so harsh that only people who handle it with a lot of optimism can survive it”. Interesting statement, coming from someone who had no idea what I had been going through in my personal life, especially on that day…

Perhaps one day, I will be bold enough to mention some of the things I have had to deal with, for though I do not claim to have been to the ends of travail and back, I have had my wounds which hurt as much as a wound would, whether it was an amputated limb, a (major or minor) surgery, a broken leg or a razor blade cut. Pain is pain. Each person must deal with their pain, help others cope with theirs or just stfu!

I have just emerged from a series of minor battles, all with a culminating result in failure. Then I remember, it was I who set the ball rolling, who started the entire process that got me right where I am now. Do you now understand why many insist, “your destiny is in your hands”? I think of all the time and effort put into that struggle, only to be cut off in one action by a person who has no understanding of your personal situation, but simply has the power to make or break you, your status….perhaps, even your life. It just depends on how you see the glass.

It feels like a woman who spent a difficult 9 months carrying the baby who died at birth; like the man who showed up on the first day of his dream job only to find the had company folded up. But it isn’t any of these, so what it really feels like is a knife to your chest; a hole carved out, gnawing and nagging at you, telling you it was all your fault, asking you to regret, reminding you that it only took a left (or right) turn for your life to change in such a spiral fashion. Have you ever tried to untangle a telephone cable? #Selah.

I have come to the end of my struggle with this reality, almost as quickly as it has hit me, head-on. In part, because I remember telling people “I’ve made my decision, I’ll stick with it and I’ll live with the consequences, no matter what. No regrets”, in part, because there is no other way to go and thirdly, because I am a believer and because I trust that there is much more that’s waiting ahead of me than lies behind. Being the stubborn ass that I am, I can continue fighting and cause more pain to everyone, including myself, or I can walk away with my scars. Wasn’t it I who said, “my scars make me beautiful”?? Wasn’t I the one who vowed that our victories were manifested in our “trophies of war”? Now, I’m not so sure. Why?

In truth, I am a believer; a firm believer in myself; a woman who, today knows that my life is what I make of it. If I must make anything of the rest of my life, I must learn from my past. I must carry my badge; wear it proudly until I graduate to the next level.

A few years ago, I bought a journal (one of my favourite things to collect) called “Becoming…” I was proud of it, encouraged by the promise in its message to me. Today, I am still inspired by it, simply by looking back to see my growth as a person, as a woman.

I have hurt a number of people in my “becoming” and it doesn’t matter whether it was deliberate, the deed was done. So because this blog is about getting closure, without further ado, I do hereby most sincerely apologise to everyone I have ever hurt, from the bottom of my heart. There are a number of specific people I will not deign to mention because of the nature of this writ.

At this point, I am simply grateful for my “becoming” process; simply glad that I can learn and grow from my mistakes and experiences, towards becoming a better woman. I am glad that I have grown from being a rash little girl who had no idea what she wanted to do with her life, to a woman who is making and loving her self-discovery, who is hardworking and determined; a woman who (against the odds) still believes in love and who loves the Lord.

Today and at this very moment, I am hurting from fresh (and even stale) wounds that are concealed by my widely acclaimed smile, but I will heal and then be able to show off my scars, victoriously. I am confident that no matter how many winding paths we encounter, we shall arrive at the predestined destination!

Therefore, my testimony too becomes, "I am not proud of the girl that I was. But without being that girl, I would not be the woman that I am today." Lord, I am thankful for every mistake I have made, every wrong turn, every foul error and misdeed. I am thankful for every time I stayed true to my convictions, no matter how difficult and lonely that route was. Through it all, you have shaped me to(wards) my BECOMING.

Tonight, I stand pure, by God's grace alone, saying boldly, "I have no regrets".

- Omoye BROWNIE Uzamere.

Thespian Muse












Hey guys,

My next post is from my being too cerebral for my own good, bear with me.

I’ve always been a thinker and sometimes, I wonder if that hasn’t been the source of some of my challenges. I never did what others were doing and when I tried, it hasn’t always paid off.

I’ve turned out to be very idealistic, not settling for anything less than my convictions.

Tonight, I just want to vent, unburden. There’s so much I am involved with at the moment, I should not carry any junk in my trunk; I want to travel light.

I apologise in advance for the way my ranting may be received (especially as this is one in a series of “Last Sorrys From ‘Moye”) but I prefer to get things off my chest that have no influence on my future endeavours. Do not sweat the small stuff, drop the heavy stuff and carry only the relevant.

Thanks,

Thespian Muse.


Tuesday, January 31, 2012

hello guys.
i did say i would write more. Well, this is me, keeping that promise only two weeks later. better late than never i guess.
i thought i should share something from another writer. a critic actually. i recently featured in a stage production, heartbeat musical, and it was reviewed.


the play was set in the 60s and we were teenagers. well, here goes...

http://www.veestaonline.com/index.php/theatre/theatre-reviews/item/109-theatre-review-the-heartbeat-musical

i'll be doing another one soon, LITTLE DROPS. every sunday in march at terra kulture. you don't miss the chance to do your own analysis. details coming soon, just save the dates.

Monday, January 16, 2012

Yo!

I think someone should sue me for misleading my readers into thinking this was one of the more serious blogs of 2011. Or offer me some money and a deadline, and I'll probably sit up much straighter. That seems to be a great motivator nowadays!!! How could I take something so beautiful, encourage my readers and followers and then disappear for 10 days short of a whole year? That has to be punishable by some sort of confinement!! Perhaps I'd get locked up on a far away island with Tyson Beckford or Wentworth Miller.... or maybe Lance Goss! Ah, yes. I plead very guilty! lool!

Oh well, before I continue, I have two things to say:
1) Welcome to this beautiful year. It's started on a shaky and very disappointing note, but nothing will quell the fire in your heart. We will achieve greater heights in 2012, and not just because custom demands we speak positively at the beginning of each year, no matter how we turn out in May... We all will, because we are committed to working hard and sowing during this season of our lives. We will reap now and much more in our evening years.

2) I must show you guys how sincere my apology is. I won't be hasty in promising my undying commitment to this blog, rather, I will prove myself and hope to woo you back to my bosom.

Diva On Life is life, living and (I dare say) love from my perspective. Yes, I am a diva. Unlike those with lots of demands, drama and no depth, I am drawn by the spirit of excellence. I am skilled, I am an authority in my field. Yes, I see myself there, so I might as well act it. I am an authority on a lot of things, so I will use this medium to do a lot of correcting of wrong impressions, even as I am open to change and evolution.

So, this is a 2012 welcome to my blog. I will not be compelled to comment on hot topics unless I am inspired to, so don't expect cliches. I will write per inspiration and draw from the skies when I seem to lack it. lol! but you can count on me to be open, frank and honest with you. This is my heart's joy


Welcome to DIVA's perspective ON LIFE, 2012

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Occupational Hazards



Sweet sleep, funny dream, la la land. Slowly, I wake up, smiling inwards as my body emerges from a well rested place. My eyes open and for the first instant, I am not sure where I am.
Eyes dart to the windows and at the faint hint of daylight I PANIC!!
Suddenly, thoughts swarm in my head; "What day is it?", "Is it Friday?", "No! I can only remember a Thursday". "It's got to be Friday and I've overslept!!" "The driver and Arthur have come and tried to reach me, but I switched my phone off and now they've left me & I've missed work and I'm in BIG trouble!!! Oh my goodness!!!!" My pulse increases and I feel like I would be sick. Then it hits me.

I do not have a complete memory of Thursday (and I don't happen to be friends with 'the bottle'), so there was a gap between Thursday afternoon when I slept off on my Sidney Sheldon emotional escape and Thursday night's off-to-bed-routine (if I'm honest about having one)?

It HAD to be Thursday evening! As I reach for my little secretary, the one who schedules appointments and takes your e-mails, twitter and face book messages, I say a short prayer in my mind. As I reach for the blackberry, it all comes back to me. I had gone to bed hungry, deciding to eat after my nap.

It takes my body only 2 seconds to realize it's still Thursday evening, and what turned out to be such sweet sleep had toyed with my brain.
......and 15 minutes for the shock to wear out.

Now, my job requires a very early start. I remember telling my Mother in that idealistic attitude and all-knowing tone of mine; "I don't like nine to five jobs. I would never take a job that makes me get out of bed before 5.30".... Now, a few years later, though I have quit the 9-5 train, I do wake up at 4am every day to resume work at 5am. My body has lost ownership of her routine and the 'little secretary' has taken over. Alarms here, notes and reminders there.

A minute version of paranoia has hit me and my prevailing thoughts are not be late for work, trying not to keep Arthur (my co-host on the Morning Drive) and the driver waiting when they come to pick me up, the fact that it would be fatal to oversleep, what to do for my listeners.....the list is endless. In the end, I under-sleep and sometimes get cranky.
I've learnt to perform without my beauty sleep and I'm really not doing badly.

However, in spite of these hazards I find that I'd rather wake up at 3.48am to do a job that I love, than wake up at 7.30am to one I endure.


Lesson: Nothing is ever totally wrong. Live life, love it and leave a legacy.

Love ya, Muah!!

Monday, January 24, 2011

I know I should have started my first post of the year with a big HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! but I'm sorry to break the norm. I have a thoughtful idea for that, coming to you shortly.
However, I do wish you all a wonderful year though, and I really love you.
God bless you richly!