Moving on….

First things first…….

Happy new year in advance good people.

A big shoutout to everybody who has kept faith with this blog. It has been an amazing 2013. I can’t even begin to recount on here. It has just been wonderful, through it all.. To my 145 followers, those who stopped by to comment, those who just read, a BIG THANK YOU cuz without you, this blog won’t exist; considering the number of times I have thought to stop blogging. Ese pupo.

On to other things. As said earlier, I have overtime considered quitting. And yet keep coming back on here. So I have decided to…. stay on blogging BUT it would be more of other things. Like my journey to a healthy hair. I decided to take better care of my hair earlier this year and it was a rollercoaster experience. I failed on many fronts and discovered my major problem was accountability and not tracking my progress. So….. ya all would help me in 2014 right? And allow me use this blog to track yeah? Armed with my eroja (ingredients), I am ready to start this journey again. Be rest assured though, I ain’t shaving or going natural.

Oh and my journey to a fit, hawt body, my cooking adventure (as often as I have the time; I really miss not cooking in 2013), weddings and bridal shower stuff (I really need to start working on that) and a lotta other thingys. And I shall be stalking  and recommending a lotta other great blogs. For example, I shall be leaving those who haven’t found her yet with this and especially this post and this.

I am really excited about 2014. I just know and just know it is gonna be a very great year for me. I have no idea what God has in store yet still, it is just so amazing the kind of things I hear from people which just bear witness with my spirit. And I am sure it is going to be a great year for a lot of people.

Do have a lovely day and end of year people. And happy new year once again.

N.B: Let us remember Michael Schumacher in our prayers.

Ekele dili gï (I hope I got that right)

Na gode sosai

Ese pupo

xoxo

Sidenote: Am I the only one who loves to see a man who is crazy about his woman?

 

Happy New Year

Happy New Year.

Have a greater and better than the best 2012.

God bless.

Lovers death, suicide and racist rants

Day in day out, week in week out, the news keeps getting worse. From people bathing others with acid or stabbing them to people committing suicide. For a very long time, these acts were “Western” in nature. It just can’t happen in Nigeria. Or so we thought. Now, a week doesn’t go without such news making it to the tabloids or gossip sites in Nigeria.

The stories vary. A guy asks a girl out, she refuses, next thing, she is either dead or struggling for life thanks to the man. Couples or live-in lovers have a fight and one of them ends up dead. It has become so rampant, a friend of mine recently commented “this love thing, na wa o. Shey we won’t just not get married like this”. Another, “so now we must say yes to every guy that asks us out to avoid acid bath?” Like these friends, these news definitely scares the hell out of me. Left, right and center, you just don’t know what to expect or what news you would hear next. Funny thing is it isn’t even just lovers that get the acid bath or get stabbed. A nurse recently had acid poured on her by one of her HIV patients. Are we safe any longer? Yes the world is coming to an end but this def is scary. Do we decide not to marry or avoid guys or girls at all cost? Or like my friend said say yes to every guy (like that is even possible); cause you don’t even know the mental state of the person next to you. What is going on in his/her head? Whether they would snap the next minute.

Suicide. Another prevalent story in the news. Not so far away from us any more. Not so Western any longer. From youths to well-made, rich adults. Two recent issues; Gary Speed (who was full of life the day before and even appeared on a show) and the Nigerian man who committed suicide a couple of weeks back. He actually wrote 3 letters, to his family, landlord and Pastor. Sends his wife to go deliver the Pastor’s letter and before she gets back, he is dead. It is very easy to condemn them. Don’t they think of others? Couldn’t they seek help? We can ask a lot of questions but it still doesn’t stop it happening. We can blame it on some witches from their villages but in all honesty, how many times do we actually talk to people about how we feel? How many times do we listen to people talk about themselves? How many times do we care to find out what that person is going through? Yes, suicide is sin. And we can preach they would go to hell from now till eternity (that’s what my Bible tells me) but it doesn’t and won’t stop people from killing themselves. A friend had this up as his facebook status a couple of days back “Suicide is only a long-term solution to a short-term problem”. I don’t believe there is a problem that has no solution. Just share it with people you trust. We have heard stories of people tweeting they were suicidal and they got help. Think Demi Moore was involved in one a while back. Help in every little way you can. I wonder and I actually need suggestions on how to reach out to such suicidal people. Some days back Pastor Adeboye recounted a story in Open Heavens about a lady who comes to see him. Before she enters, he was instructed to hug her and he was going to refuse because not only had he warned Pastors now to do it, it wasn’t right. But he did. She then breaks down in tears and tells him she was going to commit suicide but decided to see him for the last time before she did. I don’t have a solution to this suicide, depression and frustration wahala but in our own little ways let’s try help those around us. Truly care and show concern for those people around us. We don’t know what they are going through even with the smile plastered on their faces. It is well.

Youtube has been buzzing with so much racist rants videos. I am not going to start my own rant against those women but one question I ask is “Should we Blacks, Hispanics, Arabs, Asians and other ‘minority’ groups be scared?” Do we have to keep watching our backs from now on? Yes, UK has had a very high rate of murders committed especially against Blacks but with this new wave of rants, do I see it sky-rocketing?

It isn’t all bad news people.

Happy new month people. Last month of the year. Yipee.

Like that old CAC song says

Odun lo so pin o Baba rere (The year is running to an end, good/merciful God/Father)

Fi so re sowa o (Protect us)

On ti o pawa lekun o lodun tun tun (What would make us weep in the New Year)

Ma je ko sele si wa o Baba rere (Don’t let it happen good/merciful God/Father)

(I sincerely hope I got it right)

The good Lord who has brought us this far would bring us to the end. By His grace, in a month’s time we would be screaming Happy New Year. After November and February, December is my next favourite month of the year. Yes because of Christmas. Who doesn’t love Christmas? So the countdown begins 24 days…. Do have a lovely Christmas and a wonderful New Year.

And 21 days to the close of this donation. Please help bring smiles to peoples faces.

Tada

Birthday Series

It is my birth month… Yay. Have said that like a million times right? Those who know me know how much I look forward to November….

I did promise to do a series on my past birthdays and here it is. For the next 3 weeks, would be giving different stories on my birthdays.

It would be in 3 installments *bbm smiley*, hopefully would put them up on Saturdays (my birthday is a Saturday this year) so the posts would come on Saturdays.

*Drums roll* First story; First decade

I have a just one birthday mate. Or well, for a long time I thought we were the only two people born on that day. He was a neighbour and a family friend (two years younger though). His mum’s birthday was the day after ours and I remember we formed a clique of November Children. There was this NTA program every month to celebrate birthdays and she always dropped us off at NTA Ibadan then. Yes, the program was Ribena Children’s something something (need to ask my immediate younger sister; she tends to remember such; think that’s one of the reasons I love Ribena so much). So for most parts of our childhood, we alternated. This year, the party is @ our place, the next year, it is @ his parents. And on and on we went… till we became too big for such.

I pretty much can’t remember my birthday till I was 7 or thereabout. All I remember is checking my birthday pictures and in every picture I was always in mufti. My elder sister and I actually. My birthday was her birthday. Her birthday was mine. We both went to school in mufti. Everybody else wore school uniforms.

I guess it must have been fun… one day asides End of term or End of year party, am allowed to come to school dressed differently. I think the thrill really was the fact that I got 3 new dresses to wear in a month. My birthday is a month to Christmas. So I get a new cloth for my birthday, another for Christmas and another for New Year. Ok, enough digression.

My 7th birthday musta been fun, can’t remember much except the cakes, taking drinks to school and party packs and the party after.

Then came my 8th birthday. As usual, new dress with all the packaging, and shoes. Then mumsie makes the mistake of giving me the dress 2 days before my birthday. I sharply collected it and hung it in my wardrobe. Brought it out later that night (24th) and hung it where I could see it. Truth be told, I doubt I slept that night. Somehow in my mind, my birthday was the next day (mumsie won’t give you your dress till the night before); did I forget what date it was? I think so.

I remember waking up that morning (25th) without anybody waking me, had my bath and was about to remove the dress when I remembered it wasn’t yet my birthday. I think that made me sick because before the day ended, I was admitted.

That was palava number 2. First time I was gonna be admitted and drips came with the admission package and it had to be the day before my birthday. I begged and did all I can to make them give me injections and go home, the doctor refused. So first drip came, I saw the nurse set it and she left. Mehn, it was so slow…. Took hours to finish. Then she came later and brought another drip. I checked again and freed. Slow once again. The third time she came, I waited about 10 minutes after she left and adjusted the drip. Apparently, she is able to gauge how long it takes so the drip had finished way before she came in; somehow though, she came in before the time she guessed it would have finished. Looks at me and is wondering how the drip finished that quickly. I had formed sleep by then.

So she puts the 4th drip. I wait till she is done, gave her some time and adjusted it again. She comes in about 45 minutes after and again, the drip had finished. Once again I had formed sleep. So she frees me and there I was praying mumsie came on time before a 5th drip surfaced. My prayers were answered. Mumsie comes about 15 minutes after and I declare that am well; and I did feel better anyway so I was discharged. Got home and instead of me to sit down in peace, started playing again.

Finally, it is 26th. Awake early again, all dressed up before the others and off to school. I felt fine in school o. Played well sef. Then get home for the after party. All I can remember after that is it was time to cut the cake and I started throwing up (the party that year was at my family friend’s place and his dad is a Doctor) and blanked out. What happened between about 2pm and 8.30 that night, I don’t know. The party went on without me… *bbm crying smiley*. I wasn’t even allowed to eat anything from the party; cake, ice-cream, drinks, nofin.

27th, I was back at Bethel (the hospital). This time though, the doctor gave me injections and allowed me to go home. By then it had clicked in the nurse’s head what happened to the drips 2 days before and she asked me. She never told my mum fortunately.

I learnt my lesson though. My 9th? I was too too gentle. No stress at all. School party and house party after. Same for my 10th.

Then came Secondary School……