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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.

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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……