REASON FOR EVERY SEASON

Recently I had complained to Hubby that am tired of my office, tired of my colleagues, tired of work and even tired of living in Naija. Am actually a contract staff in an office many people crave to be in, but i get to be treated as a youth corper sometimes because I had served there…apparently, some of my superiors have a hard time recollecting that I passed out from national service about a year ago, I get to be sent on photocopying and dispatch errands (mtsheeeeew!!!!). Most days, I get back home soooooo tired and worn out that I snooze off on the living room couch like an athlete who ran a decathlon and forget that hubby likes coming home to a well prepared dinner.

Last two weeks, it got so hard that I packed my bags and headed off to the UK for a week to escape what I thought were my troubles…ok, didn’t really escape from the office..cos I got calls and even facebook inboxes from the office for “Buy me green shoes… Buy me this…Buy me that”. I still came back to face my woes.

But over this week, I’ve come to realize that what I called my woes were actually my climbing steps. There is actually something good I can gather from the experience but I am hopeful that tomorrow would be better than today. Things we actually worry about are the small things in life that can easily be ignored. What matters is that you have a vision and the belief/faith that will carry you on to that vision..(at this juncture…am like , preach on preacher!!!..lol), yeah, but I really preach to myself sometimes, I need that good dose of reality medicine to keep me sane and going.

Indeed, there is a reason for every season…just like when I was in a naija university killing my butt to read and pass through law school, I thought my parents were insane for not sending me off to some “aje-butter” American college…hei, but today am so glad I got to see the hard part of life and I learnt how to study in the most un-conducive environment, I can say proudly that I can survive even in the remotest desert.

Situations can either make you stronger or break you, you have a choice, as for me I choose the former. So, I’ve decided not to turn my middle name to depression and take on work and life with a new vigour!

AN OFFICE GIST LED TO THIS…..

The other day in the office, I and two of my colleagues who happen to be employed same time with me were chilling in the office, around lunch break, we were quite hungry (our office doesn’t have a canteen or eatery….sooooo annoying), we ended up sending one of our cleaners to buy for us some roasted yam with the palm-oil sauce (yes…o! popularly called “ji-kpacha”). Right in the office there, we formed a semi-circle and dug in ravenously…yeah, it isn’t the right ethics but we were too hungry and besides it’s sweet and CHEAP!!!
After filling our hungry bellies and washing it down with cold water, we sat back lazily and gisted general gist and the gist drifted to abortion. Growing up, I heard that all who commit abortion are like the devil’s spawns, evil jezebels and they always end up childless in marriage. The way my colleagues talked about it, it dawned on me that it was more common than rice and beans. I felt like I had been living in Neptune and just came back to Earth. Even some sisters who claim to be holy have gone ahead and engaged the services of one or two abortionists…..infact, I heard that a waffi babe was complaining bitterly to a dear friend about her boyfriend who just dumped her and she went thus “Infact I don try for that boy……eh? If I don commot pikin for am, I don commot 30” (CRINGE FEST!), Ok..i know the babe must have been exaggerating…lol
I came across the below poem on amandashome.com, It tells of the joy of expecting a new life. Babies are miracles from God, they are blessing of one’s youth. I can’t imagine forgoing the privilege of feeling baby kicks, hearing their little cries, touching their little feet, watching them grow and knowing that God deemed me fit a person to bring a lovely vessel into this world. There is so much innocence in their eyes and love to give them. Some give the excuse that the baby was a mistake but no human being is a mistake….God never makes mistakes. I can’t wait to welcome my baby too…cheers!!!!
To My Unborn Son
"My SON!" What simple, beautiful words!"
My boy!" What a wonderful phrase!
We're counting the months till you come to us-
The months, and the weeks, and the days!

The new litfie stranger," some babes are called,
But that's not what you're going to be;
With double my Virtues and half of my faults,
You can't be a stranger to me!

Your mother is straight as a sapling plant,
The cleanest and best of her clan-
You're bone of her bone, and flesh of her flesh,
And, by heaven, we'll make you a man!

Soon I shall take you in two strong arms-
You that shall howl for joy-
With a simple, passionate, wonderful pride
Because you are just-my boy!

And you shall lie in your mother's arms,
And croon at your mother's breast,
And I shall thank God I am there to shield
The two that I love the best.

A wonderful thing is a breaking wave,
And sweet is the scent of spring,
But the silent voice of an unborn babe
Is God's most beautiful thing.

We're listening now to that silent voice
And waiting, your mother and I-
Waiting to welcome the fruit of our love
When you come to us by and by.

We're hungry to show you a wonderful world
With wonderful things to be done,
We're aching to give you the best of us both
And we're lonely for you-my son!

...Captain Cyril Morton Thorne