Hi. Some people call me Panda.
On the day of my birth, I showed up in a little maternity clinic somewhere in Obalende, Lagos State. It states on my birth certificate that I was born to Prince and Mrs. G.I. Fatona around 7:30pm on the 28th of November… which makes me a Sagittarius. This supposedly means I’m meant to like fast cars, dogs, horses, bikes, water, and really passionate sex and poetry. Yeah… all this is true.
I’ll listen to any kind of music that makes me smile (I’ve been told my taste in music is good *shrugs*). I currently love reading good literature, capoeira, cooking, eating, drinking vodka & sprite, watching anime, having interesting conversations, laughing at anything that strikes me as funny, singing at the top of my lungs, and making my mother smile. When I have the time, I enjoy connecting my pen to my fingers like a leech and letting it suck out the blood of my thoughts to pour them onto the pages of my spiral bound notebooks.
I’m attracted to women with nice legs, skin like liquefied dark chocolate, smiles like freshly blooming sunflowers, and intelligence that’s geometrically proportional to their height. However, I make exceptions for the second criteria… sometimes.
I walk with a warrior’s stride and my head constantly held high. Some say it’s because I’m confident, some say it’s because I’m an arrogant prick. Maybe so; but sometimes it’s because I’m very unsure of myself so when I’m looking straight ahead I don’t have to see the faces of the fears that plague my daydreams.
When I shake a man’s hand, I look him straight in the eye and make my grip firm. I believe it shows respect, both for him and for me as well. And I like hugging women. I’ve been called a hugging machine by some of my female friends (“when in doubt, hug Panda”). Maybe it’s because when I hug a woman properly, I can feel the warmth of her spirit in her embrace and smell the welcome in the nape of her neck. I also like to kiss deeply. Deep enough to taste the desire in her mouth and etch my name on her lips with mine in unspeakable syllables.
I know I’m a writer but, sometimes my metaphors are as under-developed as my personality. See I only started forging it from scratch at the age of 15 when my best friend Remi showed me that being fearlessly me was more important than being what the rest of humanity would have me see so I only started to see through these eyes less than a long while ago. Which is why sometimes, I can’t bring myself to not stare at a person I find interesting. Even though I know it may creep them out, I drink understanding through my eyes and it feels like I can see the person’s character and secrets leaking out of the pores in their face and through the gates of their eyes.
I stutter when I speak really quickly sometimes, or mispronounce my words. Because my thoughts are in a constant jumble in my head all the time, so it takes a lot of concentration to isolate a stream and let it out without interference from the rest that are fighting for airtime as well.
I’ve been called a mama’s boy, and I agree. I tattooed her name on my left wrist so when I’m driving alone I can look in front of me, see it, and imagine she’s right beside me; speaking with that North American accent that belies her Jamaican background. She loved me, sacrificed for me and taught me. She is grounded in me, and since I know how to love and respect her, I expect myself to respect any other real woman that comes my way.
I call myself a shameless hedonist, because I believe in enjoying all that life can offer. Not that I don’t believe in hard work, but I don’t believe in unnecessary suffering or needless endurance of pain. The only time I like pain is when it comes from an injection needle, or a woman, scratching me in bed or biting my back. And, I’ve been told I’m good at what I do when I’m in the sack. But people lie, and unfortunately, when I was a kid I watched a lot of porn from evening to morn and so now, I find it hard to truly believe that it’s my “skill” that makes these women moan and when I see their hips lift slightly upwards and feel them shudder, I shudder at the thought that I may be getting a first class command performance of the “I don’t wanna hurt his pride so let me show him what he wants to see” show.
I’m brutally honest. Even though I’ve learned some tact over the years, I find it impossible to hide behind lies for the sake of protecting another person’s feelings. This is why I can’t bring myself to lie to a woman and say I love her if I actually don’t. I believe it usually is what it is, unless you can decide to make it something else.
People that have heard me sing; ask me why I never joined the choir. I suppose it’s because I’ve never been able to accept that I could be lost amongst so many people like a single flake in a snow storm and my innermost self just refuses to be part of the crowd. Or maybe, it could be the fact that I don’t believe that I should stand on some altar with a bunch of people, claiming to be anointed and singing unto God when I’m not even sure if He still bothers to listen out for my voice anymore.
A lot of people see me and automatically look to me for strength or leadership. This amuses me. Most of the time, I berate myself over things I’m powerless to fix and sometimes I feel weak but I’m just scared that things will go wrong if I don’t do something and I’m not really in the mood to be strong for anyone else. But what am I meant to do? Accept someone else’s lead blindly? I find it almost impossible to take an opinion or an instruction without questioning. I’ve found that the world is crammed full of idiots and it’s difficult to listen to a person who obviously doesn’t know what the hell they’re saying.
I don’t know a lot of things, but something I do know is that I’m a man that doesn’t always know what he’s doing but will stick it out until he does. I’m better than I was yesterday and worse than I will be tomorrow.
Hi. My name is Adeyemi Fatona. I’m 5’10”, weigh 98kg and I’m really dark skinned. I have a funny shaped head and a behind that makes most women go green with envy and keeps me really scared of going to prison.
Next time you see me walking on the street, say hi.
January 15th, 2012 at 5:50 pm
Best shit I ever read.
January 15th, 2012 at 6:44 pm
*singing*
This is the way I wash my friends. Wash my friends, wash my friends…
Thanks bro.
January 15th, 2012 at 5:55 pm
I love this post. Nice writing (Y)
January 15th, 2012 at 5:57 pm
Wow!
January 15th, 2012 at 6:16 pm
I love this!!!!
I need to write something like this one day!!!
Awesome writing!!
January 15th, 2012 at 6:45 pm
Lol. This sounds so enthusiastic!
Thank you babes.
January 15th, 2012 at 6:19 pm
Oh Panda! What a great washer you are!!! 😀
January 15th, 2012 at 7:46 pm
Lol.
January 15th, 2012 at 6:25 pm
Nice One!
January 15th, 2012 at 6:42 pm
Should I show off and say that I already know all these things about u? 😀
January 15th, 2012 at 7:46 pm
*WhipsYimuBackAndForth*
January 15th, 2012 at 6:43 pm
I ❤ this!!! A nice summary of who u are!
January 15th, 2012 at 6:57 pm
Beautiful.
January 15th, 2012 at 7:00 pm
A writer after my own heart. Bless up to Mother! Peace and light Brother!
January 15th, 2012 at 7:06 pm
” I also like to kiss deeply. Deep enough to taste the desire in her mouth and etch my name on her lips with mine in unspeakable syllables.”
My fav line! Dude!!!!!
January 15th, 2012 at 7:47 pm
ASHEWO!!! That’s the one you will see.
(Y)
January 15th, 2012 at 7:15 pm
#Sexual
January 15th, 2012 at 7:31 pm
Yo, sum1 snt me dis link and I tink it’s Ä wonderful blog. . But dude u’re fat oooo.. 98kg??? Lol… (Y)
January 15th, 2012 at 7:47 pm
Lol. I’m more muscle than fat bro. Thanks though.
January 15th, 2012 at 7:34 pm
But who asked you to advertise yourself so?
You see that this is the problem of this country? Doing the right things at the wrong time. In these days of subsidy and palliatives, Panda decides to engage us with a cool story about who he is and why he’s not in the choir…
My people, is that why we are here?
Apparently, it is…
Lovely piece bruv. Good stuff.
January 15th, 2012 at 7:48 pm
I will use broom and chase you from here o Saka!
January 15th, 2012 at 10:24 pm
Lol..! This comment is hilarious!
@ Panda, the hug machine. I haven’t gotten a proper hug yet sha. #JustSaying. Love this. Love.
January 15th, 2012 at 7:36 pm
Everyday, I am very proud of the man you have become, Panda. I can stand next to you in a fight…I will chop blow die, but I won’t let you lose because you stood alone. You won’t stand alone as long as I draw breath.
January 15th, 2012 at 7:48 pm
Love always homie.
January 15th, 2012 at 7:51 pm
awwwn. I like. This is sooooooo… And you have a tattoo? 😮
January 15th, 2012 at 8:01 pm
And we’re almost birthday mates. I’m 27th October. 😀 and we don’t know your age?
January 15th, 2012 at 8:01 pm
Awwwwwwwww! Maybe I’ll say more than hi 🙂
January 15th, 2012 at 8:02 pm
Yo nigga dis is lagoon. . . no, ocean deep. Cheers and btw, So ure half yankee n Jamo. Lol. Ps ure 98kg??? damn nigga ure goin down next tym we beach capoiera
January 15th, 2012 at 8:03 pm
This is easily the most honest thing I’ve ever read. Truth jumps out in every line. I echo what Terdoo said:
Best shit ever.
January 15th, 2012 at 8:43 pm
I tnk ur literature is pure beauty in d making. As 1 dat has gone far in literature, I aspire 2 b like u in my literal endeavors. I will sure appreciate it,if u lend me an ear.
January 15th, 2012 at 8:58 pm
You ‘might’ actually know how to write. Who knows? Maybe it’s a fluke, maybe it’s not.
Either way this beats the misery on TNC & other washed out blogs.
January 16th, 2012 at 12:20 am
The poetry jumps out of every line… Being a wordwhore it made me smile a lot… Thank you..
“and a behind that makes most women go green with envy and keeps me really scared of going to prison.” «— gave me the widest grin..
Your flow is amazing..
I won’t begin to randomly state the things I can relate to..
Who am I anyways?
Captivating piece.. Drew me in..
January 16th, 2012 at 3:03 am
What can i say? oh if your mission was to get as many girls as possible into the sack you are well on your way ;). This is what I would call a sublime mixture of thought and lyric unfolding out as orgasmic literature. Guy remember there’s love in sharing don’t leave me out here all blue and shyt *Decode*. Peace
January 16th, 2012 at 5:51 pm
This is a very raw & honest piece. Very beautiful. Love it.
January 16th, 2012 at 6:06 pm
SCAM ALERT!!!!! SCAM ALERT!!!!!…@panda is scamming u all… He is using his sweet words,converting dem into lyrics…dropped as sweet flows in each line of d writeup.. 1.) To sell himsef to the world as a warm,caring n honest panda 2.) To tell us he can sing 3.) To make every gal want to Make out n haff sex sef.. Dereby making P-Setting easy..*sighs*
Wellll wow u haff scammed me into buying 1 and 2 bet :p I’m not a gal to believe 3 n may dem not believe 3 in Jesus name Amen
Nice 1 brof… Really super nice
January 16th, 2012 at 11:16 pm
Nice read.
I like this person u wrote about…and how u portrayed him.
January 16th, 2012 at 11:16 pm
Nice read.
I like this person…and how u portrayed him.
January 20th, 2012 at 4:20 pm
you my guy, are a gifted writing..i am on my feet applauding!..take a bow!
January 20th, 2012 at 4:28 pm
I meant gifted writer !
January 20th, 2012 at 7:19 pm
It is lovely to know you
February 25th, 2012 at 6:43 am
I stumbled on your blog yesterday and this truly is one of the best posts I’ve ever read. It wasn’t meant to be funny (I think) but there was alotta humour in it. And its so sincere its amazing. Good work!
May 28th, 2012 at 5:32 pm
Amazing write up Panda!!
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