Monthly Archives: February 2013

I have a dream

So I hit 100 posts and I went to sleep yeah? No bi so o. Between work, working on baby sister’s project, watching Scandal (and going to start Suits tonight, I barely even watch my regulars nowadays) and those that keep me awake till early hours the next morning (you know yourselves, 360 degrees side eye), I have had a full 3 weeks. At work 8:30am and might not leave till past 9pm at times, Monday to Saturday. Whew. I have suddenly developed some super woman skills I never knew I had. I have to find time to see friends, chat and all and still sleep in between all of this. And yet I haven’t broken down. You see… I am a super woman.

Back to post. Na, I aint MLK. Just got to work this morning and suddenly remembered one of the songs I sang with my school choir which was an adaptation of his speech. Well, the whole essence of this post sha and sha is that I remembered some songs and I want to share them with you. If you were fortunate to have Mrs. Amorelle Inanga or Joshua Saprong teach you music in school, I doff my hat. If unfortunately neither of them taught you BUT you attended a good school and used their music book, you try small. For those who didn’t have the fortune of being taught by either neither did they use the books or you schooled in Nigeria, I am sorry for you. You can’t be helped. Go back to your secondary school and collect change. I am sure you are one of those who like “your waist” and all the crap being sung in the music industry. Jokes people. Just glad I had a good teacher.

By the way, I hear Iyanaya served garden eggs as small chops for VIPs at his concert yesterday. Ndo o. He is just improvising. Trying to remind ya all tis Lent and as it won’t be proper to do Easter eggs now, he made do with garden eggs. Plus eating garden eggs is healthy na and economical. Compared to frying small chops.

So these three songs just came to mind. And as my dear school celebrates her 50th Anniversary later in the year, I wish somehow, everyone of us that passed through Mrs Inanga can come together and sing some of these songs.

N.B: it is coincidental that two songs talk about slavery, peace and freedom.

I have a dream

I have a dream, for all humanity

That we may know truth and dignity

That peace on earth (peace on the earth)

Becomes reality

And that one day we stand hand in hand, arm in arm

Yes I, I have a dream

A dream for all the people in the world

That peace, peace, hope and God’s freedom shall reign

Yes I, I have a dream

A dream that all nations shall celebrate

And every trace of fear would be gone

And we would join our voices in unity

And sing freedom’s song

This aint the fully song yo…

I can’t remember the title of this song so let’s just call it “Hope”.

Hope

Let my thoughts fly on wings swift and golden

Till they light on those hills so cool and restful

Fanned by breezes more tender and gentle

Than in any other land on the earth

Greet the dear banks of Jordan’s river

Those dark ruins of Zion’s fortress

Oh my homeland now distant forever

In my memory always enshrined land of my birth

Harp of gold, fateful harp of our destiny

On the willow now hanging in silence

In our hearts kindle flames of remembrance

Of the once happy days long before

Or in telling the world of our story

Strike your strings with lament and with weeping

Oh my God send our hearts upward leaping

With a song giving us hope yet once more

With a song giving hope yet once more

With a song giving hope yet once more

Giving hope yet once more.

I remember this song being played when I went to watch Carousel at the Barbican Centre and I was almost in tears. Listening to it with all the instruments and those voices was just…….. 

You’ll never walk alone

When you walk through a storm

Hold your head up high

And don’t be afraid of the dark

At the end of the storm

There’s a golden sky

And the sweet silver song of the lark
Walk on, through the wind

Walk on, through the rain

Though your dreams be tossed and blown

Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart

And you’ll never walk alone

You’ll never walk alone
When you walk through a storm

Hold your head up high

And don’t be afraid of the dark

At the end of the storm

There’s a golden sky

And the sweet silver song of the lark
Walk on, through the wind

Walk on, through the rain

Though your dreams be tossed and blown

Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart

And you’ll never walk alone

You’ll never walk alone
Walk on, walk on, with hope in your hear

And you’ll never walk alone

You’ll never walk alone

You’ll never walk alone

She taught me this song too…. Can I be a child again

Nostalgia!!! Need to find my flute and start playing the piano again… *sigh*

Side note: Please read and comment on this blog.

Tada

I begged God to die

I got your attention with that title right? Lols. Nothing serious. Just remembered the story of Jonah earlier today and how he asked God to kill him.

Now,  Lord , take away my life, for it is better for me to die than to live. (Jonah 4:3)

I was at that point in life late last year. I literally begged God to take my life. Moved from begging when He didn’t to praying for rapture to come like yesterday. *le sigh*. I am alright people. It was just a phase.

Remembered that today and how often we get judgmental or because we don’t know how someone feels about something bad that happened, how easily we make comments that could hurt the person (not like we intended to). I am one of those who anytime Jonah’s story came up or I read it, I scoffed and raised my nose. I asked if he was God and why he should be angry God didn’t destroy a city. I wondered and said he should have killed himself na. Abi? If God no kee you, kee yourself.

I recently stumbled on some posts on suicides, depression and all and remembered my reaction to a couple of suicides last year (relationship related suicides). Forgive me, I asked what they were thinking. Couldn’t they have considered the family they left behind? Why kill yourself because of a man/woman? And all and all. This morning I was reminded I was no different. No difference between me who asked God to kill me and the one who decided to do the killing herself/himself. And as I thought about all that all I could sing was

Imela, Imela, Okaka, Onyekeruwa
Imela, Imela, Ezemo.

I remembered how easy it is/was to judge others. A friend had her wedding cancelled recently (groom to be called it off a month to the wedding) and another friend actually said “I hope she moves on fast” and all sorts and I just sat there thinking “na so e easy?” Just pray and thank God you aint in her shoes. For once I understood how she felt, because I have been in her shoes. I have had a lot of people to tell me things in the last 3 months and am just there thinking “it is so easy for you to talk”. Then I also thought, what if these people who killed themselves had similar conversations and had people tell them the usual.  And they just couldn’t get past that phase? There are days people tell me things and I just cut them off or tell them point blank, don’t tell me that, you don’t know how I feel. So easy for you to say. Now I know what it is like. I hope never to “judge” people that way any longer. Offer your support and gauge the person’s mood before you start talking. Same thing with when someone loses a loved one. I usually don’t call or say anything. I just go see the person and hug or just sit with the person. Not because I can’t say the usual, it is well and all but cause I won’t. At least not when it is still fresh. A lot of people are struggling. In the spirit of the season (no be love season we dey?), show some love.

Moving on to interesting and happy things. It is Valentine’s day right. Happy for all of una. Never been a freak (see reasons here). However, I am happy a lot of people are happy. Good thing about having all sisters is somehow, something always enters the house. I see cake in the house already. Should I say my boss “val-ed” me? She gave me shoes this morning. Did I write it on my forehead that I am a shoe lover? First gave me a whole gift bag of jewellery over the weekend. Now shoes? What should I expect next? Na female no worry.

So I hear there is mahd traffic on the Island. Am I surprised? No. Na usual Vals day traffic. One of the reasons I hate detest Vals day. Thank God I aint on the Island this year. Plus must it rain every Vals day? I don’t know about last year but in the last few years, it has rained every Vals day. *smh*

From helping a friend get Vals gifts to planning a bridal shower, I have had an extra busy week. Work in itself is usually hectic. I now added more work to it. It was fun sha. Btw, where can I get red fascinator in Lagos? Already planning my outfit for L’s wedding (which is a month away). I am that kind of an organiser. I tend to plan a lot of things way in advance. No aso -ebi (girl after my heart) but touch of red. Now I am planning nude gown, shoes and bag. I NEED A RED FASCINATOR. Don’t make me wear a red gown please. Red is strictly for accessories- nail polish, lip stick (oh la la) and all those tinz.

I am beginning to plan a wedding in my head (plus my speech). Introduced two friends recently and the guy buzzes me to tell me they are doing dinner tonight and was seriously praying she doesn’t relocate (her family is out of the country). I was just awwwing. I am just that much of a sucker for love. I am gonna restrain myself from buzzing the babe later tonight to ask how it went. Abi should I buzz? Yes/No… The urge to buzz is strong yo. I am seriously praying it goes well BECAUSE I am writing my “how they met” story already. Yes ke, na me introduce them.

In other news, I met SNM on Sunday. Naughty child he is. Offered me only water. iKid. Offered me drinks and food, I opted for water. Twas nice seeing you. Second blogger I get to meet. Where are the others o?

Happy Valentine’s day dear readers. Hope ya all had fun or are having fun today. If you val-ed someone or got val-ed, please remember some of us get sweet tooth. Send our cake, chocolate and all o. For #teamforeveralones, well sowie. Next year ehn.

Oh and my boss brings cake….. This woman knows how to put a smile on my face….

Happy belated birthday to Just Joxy. I am so sorry I missed the date. And happy birthday to my god-mum and my cousin IfeOluwa.
Tada

Happy Anniversary

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Yayyyy. My blog is two. Seems like yesterday…

So here are my shout outs…

Thank you to Akinjide who encouraged me to start blogging and even chose the name.

Thank you to the friends I have made on blogsville. Big sis Just Joxy, friend mi Angelsbeauty, BFF/CMF mi (lol) SingleNigerianMan and the many many people who have become friends.

A big thank you to my 129 followers, 22 blog followers and 107 twitter followers. Wow didn’t know I had that many people on twitter following my blog. I guess I need to watch what I tweet right?

A big thank you to everyone who has commented on this blog in the last two years. To my top commenter (that’s the word right? Well, I am using it), Angelsbeauty. Wow, 54 comments. You try small. To Just Joxy with 23 comments (and my first commenter), SNM with 20 comments, Hannah’s Heaven and WorshipandSwag both with 13 (you would understand why I listed them in a bit). And to those who are not top commenters, I see your comments and I really really appreciate them (especially Akinjide Ojo, O.S. Hughes, Ms Tizzle, Funlayo Ojo, Tolu Ige, Daireenonline). You can’t and might not know what your comments mean to me. The fact that you all read and commented.

To those who read and don’t comment then see me and let me know they read what I wrote, thank you e.g. Chidinma and Biyi. To those who read and don’t comment on the blog but  would ping me or tweet at me, thank you so much e.g. Biola. Yes I am name calling….

I hope I have covered all.

Now to the competition. There is a winner. I debated whether to add males (as I had two male commenters who dropped by when the competition was on) as it is an Asos gift voucher (Asos get male stuff don’t get me wrong). Well, I did. I also debated whether to add WorshipandSwag since I already said it wasn’t open to US readers. I did sha. I guess seeing she was part of my top commenters changed my mind. I am ready to find someone in US to deliver your gift if you win. I also added Hannah’s Haven though she didn’t comment as she was also a top commenter. Some up to four times.

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It just had to be you right?

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Anyways, the winner is SingleNigerianMan. So lets “see” on twitter. Shey you would become my BFF/CMF now?

Once again THANK YOU SO MUCH. Love you all. Gracias

Tada

Showerella and four other things

Whew, 99th post… Drums rolling…..

I promised to do something on showerella. Hopefully this would be one of many ish on young entrepreneurs.

Showerella was born out of a passion to entertain. It was founded by Ike (my girlfriend since 1987, I shall famz) a graduate of Chemistry from University of Sheffield. Showerella is the place where you find exquisite products to create a pre-wedding party to last a life time. You can read more about the story behind showerella on the blog. Starting with perfumes, Showerella has grown to include other products to make a bride-to-be’s day memorable. With the help of her sister and a childhood friend, they have been able to create Scentelier, a ready to go activity box set. The Scentelier perfume making party box set contains all you need to host a stylish perfume party for 10, 15 or 25 guests. It is now available online and would soon hit stores in the UK and US. More activity box sets are in production and would also be hitting stores soon.

You can visit the website showerella, follow on twitter (@showerella), like on facebook and join on pinterest. I have seen and I know how much work is being put into this business and I can assure you it would be worth it. So MOHs, sisters and sisters-in-law to be, bridesmaids, even mothers/mothers-in-law to be, there you go. Treat that friend, sister, daughter to a fabulous bridal shower.

Life is too short for boring parties.

Four other things

Sea/ship themed bridal showers

Not ended on bridal showers. No, just not yet. Saw some pictures of a sea themed bridal shower over the weekend. Lawd, it was gorg. Ladies dressed as sailors. Got me seriously thinking. I want a beach themed bridal shower. Enough of in the house, at a restaurant, bar ish ish bridal showers. Let the bikins out.

Reading

It is amazing that I have a 9-6 job and I still find time to read. While I was home with nothing to do, I found it hard reading the Point Man. I get a “job” and I find time to read a chapter every other day. Updating in a few minutes.

Hustle 

I was about entering into my car yesterday when some dude greets me. I look at him from the side of my eye, answer BUT spent a few seconds sizing him and his car (unfortunately, the part of the car I saw made it look a late 1990s, early 2000s car). And the kind of thoughts that entered my head ehn, I am ashamed. Right after, I heard clearly in my mind, “don’t knock another man’s hustle. Do you know how much he saved to buy the car? Because “wan gbe moto si e nidi” (dem dash you car for house), you are disrespecting others”. I wanted to cry. Just entered the car jeje and drove off. Only to see it was a 2008-10 thereabout Avalon  (I saw the car from my side na). I spent the journey home thinking about how easy it is for one to knock another man’s hustle especially when you have had things easy. The “curse” of having a car to drive. Now am beginning to look at people based on the car they drive (I seriously still feel bad about what happened and the kind of silly thoughts). I was seriously reprimanded in my spirit. It was a “na because you get moto you dey look down on another, moto wey no be your own” kinda ish. Funny I have never thought or looked down on another based on the car he/she drives. Where that silly thought came from yesterday I dunno.

All bark no bite

I can no longer bite. You may not understand. I am one of those who when things aint going their way, I could easily lose it. Throw tantrums, sulk, I am just a drama queen. Selfish I know. Working on it biko. I do all I can to get things done my way. When something bad/wrong happens, I can also quickly lose it. I kinda bully people. However, in the last 2-3 months I have been somehow subdued. Like things happen I could easily go over the edge and I am just calm. Seriously calm. Like a friend said recently about an issue, “I am surprised at your response. The person I know would have…..”. My iPhone fell into water at the salon while getting my nails done. Old me would have flipped. I actually just picked the phone, tried draining the water and dropped it in my bag. Everybody kept saying aunty sorry and me I was just smiling. I just had this “what can I do” feeling, it has happened, it has happened, you can’t change it ish. Got home and told my elder sister what happened and she was like “and you didn’t do anything?” I replied “kini mo fe shey?” She was shocked.

Things happen and I just let it go… I am beginning to think they all think there is something wrong with me at home. I was talking to mumsie the other day and she said my sisters reported me to her. And then she goes on asking if am sure all is well. I would have raked for my sisters that day (normally) but somehow I just let it slide. *sigh*. Am I sure all is well?

Side note: Maxwell is coming to town and I can’t go. For a zillion reasons. Maxwell isn’t the kind of person you go see with someone of the same sex. Neither should you go with someone who isn’t your significant other. I am seriously sad just thinking about it alone. Forgot to mention that the 2nd anniversary competition is now closed. The winner would be announced on Sunday 10th. Gift is a 50 quid pound Asos voucher. So all those who commented before 31st, keep praying. Won’t pick the winner till Sunday. Funny how my blog’s anniversary falls on one of my le boos birthdays. Popman too is celebrating his birthday on the 7th. Excited much.