The year 2008 is almost over but will not be over until we finally step into 2009, I am going through my thanksgiving journal and I decided to list some of the things that I am grateful to God, to some people my list might seem insignificant but to me it is worth Thanking God for during the year 2008
For the 366 days I slept on the bed with both arms hugging my pillow
For the 366 days I woke up and stretched out with a very big yawn with moisture in my eyes and found out I was still normal and sane
For the 366 days I brushed my teeth and prayed to God that they should become whiter than the snow
For the 366 days I took both cold and warm showers
For the 366 days I spoke English, Pidgin English, Isoko, Urhobo, Igbo, Yoruba and French
For the 366 days I ate rice and eba with different types of soups, both sweet and tasteless
For the 366 days I looked at the mirror, put on my lip gloss and brushed my hair
For the 366 days I went to the toilet to wee and poo, both during the times I had running stomach and almost messed myself up while trying to get to the toilet
For the 366 days I farted, both the silent and the noisy ones, if you ask someone who has gone through an appendix surgical operation, you will understand why
For the 366 days I used the okada without an accident,
For the 366 days I ate Bole and mama put without a stomach ache
For the 366 days mosquito bit me and for being sick of malaria 3 times
For all the times I spoke with each and every member of my family and happy to know that everyone is alive and doing fine
For all the times I laughed at jokes till my ribs gave me some painful signals from those hilarious laughs
For all the times I travelled within and outside Nigeria and no accident was recorded
For all the times I walked the streets of Lagos without being harassed by Agbero’s
For all the times I checked my wallet and found only twenty naira when I was expecting to see N1, 000
For all the times I trekked under the sun because I was trying to save N50 to buy a bottle of coke
For all the times I went to the Bank and there was nobody trailing me to snatch my hand bag
For all the times I walked through the valley of the shadow of places like Oshodi,park,mile one and mile two at night and got home with my bag intact
For the Generator that played so much incoherent noise and gave me countless headaches
For the molue’s that perfumed my Gucci wears with their thick black smoke
For the times I was soaked by the rain
For all the weddings I attended and wished to be a bride soon
For the number of friends I made and the people who made me their enemy
For all the times I cried both genuine and fake tears
For all the assets and liabilities acquired
For all the Birthdays celebrated and the funerals that reminded me that all is Vanity
Though we have 12 days left to say goodbye to 2008
One thing I am grateful for even as I don’t have money in my pocket is to see and feel my ten fingers, ten toes, my eyes, ears and mouth intact and also to know that I and each single member of my family is alive to see the end of the year 2008.
I lost a few friends, and I am reminded by their deaths that we just have one life to live and like King Solomon said Vanity upon vanity, all is but Vanity. I am rather grateful to my creator in Heaven for preserving my life and that of my loved ones.
Pour les yeux
Friday, December 19, 2008
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
MY GIRL CHILD
MY GIRL CHILD
It would have been with pleasure for me to share with you my moments of victory and to describe the kind of joy I feel when I look at myself through the eyes of my girl child and see me reflected there. My desire is not to pontificate, but to share life’s experiences intimately with her generation. My intent is not to send a message or to instruct my girl child but rather let her draw her own conclusions by seeing me at important vulnerable turning points. In moments of fear doubt, uncertainty, desperation, and loss of confidence, I want her to be of courage that she will definitely pull through only if she visualizes the brighter side of those ugly moments.
My girl child, I speak words of courage to you, for the world you are in is a “Mans world”. Even if you try to forget everything else, always remember it is a man’s world. You were not born to compete with a man, but to submit to his decisions, though you are created wiser than the man. He displays his craftiness in every area.
My girl child, your birth was welcomed with great joy, everyone sang and danced because of the happiness you brought at your first cry, but I had mixed feelings, of happiness and sadness. Though you are a symbol of beauty, dedication and strength, you will often time not see the most flattering light, because of the tears that will flow down those charming eyes.
My girl child, I look into your eyes and I am saddened because of the pains you will go through when you come of age. From your puberty stage till the day of your death, you will have so many stories to tell. In all I want you to be wise and strong when the time of fear and uncertainty comes, and never forget these words, “IT IS A MAN’S WORLD”.
My girl child, when I say it is a Man’s world, you might laugh with a scorn asking me how possible it is, don’t laugh at these words, for in time you will understand why. Though we are the cornerstone of the world, we have the womb that carry’s the man child, we have the breast that give’s life and suckling to the man child, our moments of fear, desperation and loss of confidence are still caused by the man child. My daughter, I say again, be wise and strong for it is a man’s world.
It would have been with pleasure for me to share with you my moments of victory and to describe the kind of joy I feel when I look at myself through the eyes of my girl child and see me reflected there. My desire is not to pontificate, but to share life’s experiences intimately with her generation. My intent is not to send a message or to instruct my girl child but rather let her draw her own conclusions by seeing me at important vulnerable turning points. In moments of fear doubt, uncertainty, desperation, and loss of confidence, I want her to be of courage that she will definitely pull through only if she visualizes the brighter side of those ugly moments.
My girl child, I speak words of courage to you, for the world you are in is a “Mans world”. Even if you try to forget everything else, always remember it is a man’s world. You were not born to compete with a man, but to submit to his decisions, though you are created wiser than the man. He displays his craftiness in every area.
My girl child, your birth was welcomed with great joy, everyone sang and danced because of the happiness you brought at your first cry, but I had mixed feelings, of happiness and sadness. Though you are a symbol of beauty, dedication and strength, you will often time not see the most flattering light, because of the tears that will flow down those charming eyes.
My girl child, I look into your eyes and I am saddened because of the pains you will go through when you come of age. From your puberty stage till the day of your death, you will have so many stories to tell. In all I want you to be wise and strong when the time of fear and uncertainty comes, and never forget these words, “IT IS A MAN’S WORLD”.
My girl child, when I say it is a Man’s world, you might laugh with a scorn asking me how possible it is, don’t laugh at these words, for in time you will understand why. Though we are the cornerstone of the world, we have the womb that carry’s the man child, we have the breast that give’s life and suckling to the man child, our moments of fear, desperation and loss of confidence are still caused by the man child. My daughter, I say again, be wise and strong for it is a man’s world.
Friday, October 17, 2008
What will I be remembered for
The essence of living,I sometimes question when someone so young dies.Two weeks ago a very dear friend to my cousin Taye Paul Mayaki died and it seemed like a dream cos he was so full of life. Everyone have been saying too many nice things about him when he was alive as been funny,caring and great guy with good fashion sense
The question was "What killed him?".
I was told he died of Hepatitis.
Yesterday I lost another young friend Oluchi,she was so full of life although she knew she would die because she was diagnosed of having a heart defect.
She wanted to acheive and give so much before leaving this world,and as such she occupied herself with so much activity,that you will never know she was suffering from something that could take her life so soon.She woke up monday morning and discovered he heart could no longer carry her for the days activity,and by afternoon she could not continue the struggle to stay alive,she had to go to meet her creator.
What then is the Essence of Living?
What is the essence of struggling to survive,to keep body and soul together?
What is the essence of acquiring and acquiring material properties that we will no longer have use of when we breath our last?
Why are we not satisfied with what we already have,making too many enemies over what is vain?
Why are we greedy,and envious over what others have?
I have asked myself so many questions since their deaths and one last thing I asked my self is.
WHAT WILL I BE REMEMBERED FOR WHEN I PASS ON?
The question was "What killed him?".
I was told he died of Hepatitis.
Yesterday I lost another young friend Oluchi,she was so full of life although she knew she would die because she was diagnosed of having a heart defect.
She wanted to acheive and give so much before leaving this world,and as such she occupied herself with so much activity,that you will never know she was suffering from something that could take her life so soon.She woke up monday morning and discovered he heart could no longer carry her for the days activity,and by afternoon she could not continue the struggle to stay alive,she had to go to meet her creator.
What then is the Essence of Living?
What is the essence of struggling to survive,to keep body and soul together?
What is the essence of acquiring and acquiring material properties that we will no longer have use of when we breath our last?
Why are we not satisfied with what we already have,making too many enemies over what is vain?
Why are we greedy,and envious over what others have?
I have asked myself so many questions since their deaths and one last thing I asked my self is.
WHAT WILL I BE REMEMBERED FOR WHEN I PASS ON?
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
CHRONICLES OF HER DAILY LIFE
She took the last flight and in 45 minutes she was in a new world.
She was faced with one major Challenge
Good accomodation
The environment was so choked up, millions and millions of people relocating to thesame environment.
Getting an accomodation was a herculean task,so she had to stay with an aunt.
She resumed work at her new office,nice environment with good working condition.
Introduction and a tour of the facility was done by the Manager.
Work was fun and sweet,but going home was a nightmare
she missed her way and was just going round and round in circles until she had the courage to ask someone for directions.
It was not funny at all
She kept asking herself so many questions most of all if she had made a mistake relocating to an unknown environment
But she encouraged herserlf, she cannot continue to be a baby
She finally got home 10 pm very very fagged out
Her mum called and the following conversation ensued
Mum:Babygirl How was your day?
Daughter:Mummy very terrible
Mum: Don't you think you should come back home
Daughter: I actually thought about that,but I need to face these challenges so that I can be strong and independent
Mum: Ok if you say so,but I would have loved you to come back home because of your health
Daughter: I can cope ,I will manage
Mum: Alright dear,do take care of yourself and make sure you dont fall ill
She probably fell asleep while she was still talking to her mum and woke up to an alarm.
It was the next day.
She was faced with one major Challenge
Good accomodation
The environment was so choked up, millions and millions of people relocating to thesame environment.
Getting an accomodation was a herculean task,so she had to stay with an aunt.
She resumed work at her new office,nice environment with good working condition.
Introduction and a tour of the facility was done by the Manager.
Work was fun and sweet,but going home was a nightmare
she missed her way and was just going round and round in circles until she had the courage to ask someone for directions.
It was not funny at all
She kept asking herself so many questions most of all if she had made a mistake relocating to an unknown environment
But she encouraged herserlf, she cannot continue to be a baby
She finally got home 10 pm very very fagged out
Her mum called and the following conversation ensued
Mum:Babygirl How was your day?
Daughter:Mummy very terrible
Mum: Don't you think you should come back home
Daughter: I actually thought about that,but I need to face these challenges so that I can be strong and independent
Mum: Ok if you say so,but I would have loved you to come back home because of your health
Daughter: I can cope ,I will manage
Mum: Alright dear,do take care of yourself and make sure you dont fall ill
She probably fell asleep while she was still talking to her mum and woke up to an alarm.
It was the next day.
CHRONICLES OF HER DAILY LIFE
She finally closed the chapter to an experience that had caused her pains,made her cry for so many nights, but what can she do ,even if she blinds her eyes to her surroundings,being in their midst and hearing their voices would always be a constant reminder of what happened.
She decided she would move on with life and she was full of expectations,having a positive attitude to everything.
One beautiful afternoon,while attending a meeting in the office,she received a call,inviting her for an interview.It was a welcome development,she wasn't expecting any call.
She prepared fully for the interview and was positive she would get the job,of course she did get it.
What next,she has to relocate,leave friends and family behind,go to a new place start a new life,in a different city,A WHOLE NEW LIFE,A NEW WORLD,A NEW CHALLENGE
How possible is it,that such a thing could happen so fast.
Life goes on,and only risk takers can get the best out of life.If we continue to remain in our comfort zones,we might end up being mediocres.
Those where her words of comfort.
On the 31st of August,after much hugs and pats on the back ,from family and friends,she bade farewell to members of her family
She decided she would move on with life and she was full of expectations,having a positive attitude to everything.
One beautiful afternoon,while attending a meeting in the office,she received a call,inviting her for an interview.It was a welcome development,she wasn't expecting any call.
She prepared fully for the interview and was positive she would get the job,of course she did get it.
What next,she has to relocate,leave friends and family behind,go to a new place start a new life,in a different city,A WHOLE NEW LIFE,A NEW WORLD,A NEW CHALLENGE
How possible is it,that such a thing could happen so fast.
Life goes on,and only risk takers can get the best out of life.If we continue to remain in our comfort zones,we might end up being mediocres.
Those where her words of comfort.
On the 31st of August,after much hugs and pats on the back ,from family and friends,she bade farewell to members of her family
Friday, August 15, 2008
PRAYERS OF A SPINSTER
Before I lay down to sleep,
On my kneels I weep
praying for my days as a spinster to come to an end
What happened to my hay days
counting from my 25th birthday
when all the guys were competing for my attention
Like a flower that blossoms during the day
and withers at night
I lost out
Here I am
35 today
Single and desperately searching
For the man I will call my own
For the one who will love and cherish me as I am
On my kneels I weep
praying for my days as a spinster to come to an end
What happened to my hay days
counting from my 25th birthday
when all the guys were competing for my attention
Like a flower that blossoms during the day
and withers at night
I lost out
Here I am
35 today
Single and desperately searching
For the man I will call my own
For the one who will love and cherish me as I am
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Whatever happened to creativity
There is nothing wrong in having a mentor, most especially if we pick the right attitude from the person but it becomes absurd when we decide to relive the person's life by picking up everything,including bad habits
I did a little survey of what it feels like trying to imitate someone,and I was not surprised to discover that 99.9% of the people I interviewed are living a fake life, imitating one person or the other ,and when I asked why,I could not get a logical answer
What happened to originality? where did being unique disappear to ?
Most people seem to be living a fake life and as such have lost creativity. Allowing others to set the pace and we follow hook line sinker,accepting anything that is en vogue,mundane, sometimes vain and absurd.
The brain was not created to be inactive.
When we imitate people ,we render the brain to be more and more inactive ,and only functional when something new comes from the person we imitate.On a daily basis,we look at the covers of magazines,browse the website and watch the TV,for the latest
Imitation has killed the spirit of creativity.
If we all decide to be creative,we can find solutions to the many problems of our lives and that of the world.
Monday, July 14, 2008
GIRLS WAHALA 2a
I was chatting with a friend of mine this morning, after the general greetings ,I proceded to ask him about his girlfriend and he told me they had broken up, when I further asked why the break up,he told me the girl had been decieving him all along until his discovery
One day for the thief and another for the owner.........................
What was the gist
She was double dating...................
How is it that we girls are comfortable dating one,two,three,four,five,six.............................. and wanting to compete with Solomon the legend or may be get a spot in the Guiness book of records.
The next question that comes to my mind is what are the benefits of multiple dating because if I say double I am limiting it to just two guys.I mean multiple,and then we have to start with the Advantages. However only one or two advantages comes to my mind as regards this
1. More money in our pockets to spend without giving a thought
2.Having a spare partner incase one of the partners starts misbehaving,we have an extra tyre or tyres (partner) to fall back to,as the saying goes," Dont put all your eggs in one basket"
So far these are the only advantages I think of except there are other advantages you know of then you can tell me by sending your comments
The disadvantages far outweighs the advantages ,such that if one of the partners has HIV ,then you can complete the rest of the story.
One day for the thief and another for the owner.........................
What was the gist
She was double dating...................
How is it that we girls are comfortable dating one,two,three,four,five,six.............................. and wanting to compete with Solomon the legend or may be get a spot in the Guiness book of records.
The next question that comes to my mind is what are the benefits of multiple dating because if I say double I am limiting it to just two guys.I mean multiple,and then we have to start with the Advantages. However only one or two advantages comes to my mind as regards this
1. More money in our pockets to spend without giving a thought
2.Having a spare partner incase one of the partners starts misbehaving,we have an extra tyre or tyres (partner) to fall back to,as the saying goes," Dont put all your eggs in one basket"
So far these are the only advantages I think of except there are other advantages you know of then you can tell me by sending your comments
The disadvantages far outweighs the advantages ,such that if one of the partners has HIV ,then you can complete the rest of the story.
Friday, July 11, 2008
GIRLS WAHALA 2
Today is world population day,and as I was listening to my radio this morning,was trying to make an analysis of the mortality ratio in the country.
something just came to my mind,and I started asking myself some questions which you can ask yourself as well
1.How many unmarried sisters do we have in Nigeria?
2.How many divorced women do we have in Nigeria?
3. How many widows are there in Nigeria?
4. How many single mums do we have in Nigeria?
5. How many pregnant teenagers are there in Nigeria?
6.How many mad women are there in Nigeria?
Then these questions are endless, of course one of them caught my fancy and your guess might be as good as mine if I tell you the particular question .
The first one of course....................................
How many unmarried sisters do we have in Nigeria?
I want to do my own census of single ladies starting with myself ,then my immediate family followed by the extended family ,and the counting continues from there to my clan,village ,local government,my state and the other states in Nigeria.
Thursday, July 10, 2008
GIRLS WAHALA 1
Girls and their wahala sef,sometimes I just keep wandering how we girls think and see things. Always calculating,scheming, and x-raying the pockets of men we come across
Most times interested on how much we can milk from a guy and not interested in whatever gibberish the guy says.
Once he asks for a date, the next thing that comes to our mind is the latest fast food,restaurant,cinema,shopping mall,boutique,salon etc we had been dreaming of going to, all in the name of bragging to friends as well as draining his pockets thereafter.
Haba.............
It is too much ke.................
why can't we just for once take ourselves out, enjoy our own company,spend our own money without waiting for a guy.
The french man will say
"la vie est belle"
Yes sistas"la vie est belle" doesnt mean we should live our lives x-raying a man's pockets.
Most times interested on how much we can milk from a guy and not interested in whatever gibberish the guy says.
Once he asks for a date, the next thing that comes to our mind is the latest fast food,restaurant,cinema,shopping mall,boutique,salon etc we had been dreaming of going to, all in the name of bragging to friends as well as draining his pockets thereafter.
Haba.............
It is too much ke.................
why can't we just for once take ourselves out, enjoy our own company,spend our own money without waiting for a guy.
The french man will say
"la vie est belle"
Yes sistas"la vie est belle" doesnt mean we should live our lives x-raying a man's pockets.
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Dream Life or Real Life
Sometimes when I sleep and there are certain exciting events that happen in my dream and when someone wakes me up,I get angry with the person who interrupts the flow of my sweet dream,But if it is a nightmare, I just thank the person for saving me.
When I wake up in the morning ,I say my prayers and thank God for giving me the gift of life,It is not easy to sleep and wake up the next day,i just keep wondering how it is possible that when we dream at night we find ourselves in another world ,most times with known and unknown people,only to wake up to another day.
I had a friend,Anthony Ayodele (God bless his soul) we were colleagues, but very close pals. We were always saying naughty things to each other and teasing each other ,often times I would embarass him in public and get away with it,of course I could only do that because we were pals. He would say to me "when I become the richest man in the world I will employ you to clean my shoes" and I would get furious over such statements,but they were all jokes,we would sit down and start analyzing people often times it always ended with an argument and betting who would win the argument.
We ate together for the last time on the 20th of June 2007 and as usual I teased him of his bad eating manners,which resulted into an argument between us,I really embarassed him in front of everyone and being his usual self, he just smiled and told me the food was going to his legs to enable him stand tall and strong .
I left the office before him,because he had some things to sort out,If I was told that he would sleep for the last time and never wake up ,I would have told him not to sleep
My friend ,Anthony Ayodele, slept some minutes past midnight hale and hearty and did not wake up the following day.
He went to the great beyond via sleep,We tried to wake him up but he prefered to remain in his dream land and refused to wake up. I wonder what he saw that made him decide to remain in his dream land
Such is life.
We sleep and wake up while some sleep and prefer to remain in their dream land
Which of the lives do you prefer
Dream Life or Real Life ?
When I wake up in the morning ,I say my prayers and thank God for giving me the gift of life,It is not easy to sleep and wake up the next day,i just keep wondering how it is possible that when we dream at night we find ourselves in another world ,most times with known and unknown people,only to wake up to another day.
I had a friend,Anthony Ayodele (God bless his soul) we were colleagues, but very close pals. We were always saying naughty things to each other and teasing each other ,often times I would embarass him in public and get away with it,of course I could only do that because we were pals. He would say to me "when I become the richest man in the world I will employ you to clean my shoes" and I would get furious over such statements,but they were all jokes,we would sit down and start analyzing people often times it always ended with an argument and betting who would win the argument.
We ate together for the last time on the 20th of June 2007 and as usual I teased him of his bad eating manners,which resulted into an argument between us,I really embarassed him in front of everyone and being his usual self, he just smiled and told me the food was going to his legs to enable him stand tall and strong .
I left the office before him,because he had some things to sort out,If I was told that he would sleep for the last time and never wake up ,I would have told him not to sleep
My friend ,Anthony Ayodele, slept some minutes past midnight hale and hearty and did not wake up the following day.
He went to the great beyond via sleep,We tried to wake him up but he prefered to remain in his dream land and refused to wake up. I wonder what he saw that made him decide to remain in his dream land
Such is life.
We sleep and wake up while some sleep and prefer to remain in their dream land
Which of the lives do you prefer
Dream Life or Real Life ?
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