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.
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