Randomness……Hoarding

Recently, every time I’ve tried to blog, I get this ‘olodo/ode’ blankness in my head…I think it’s called a writer’s block, not that am a writer anyways, am just the girl next door who likes to put one or two thoughts together. I think I might just have to get a new book journal or diary since so I can put my thoughts down as they come. The one I have now happens to be the souvenir from my sister’s wedding. I’ve had it since 2009, it’s already full but I get to scribble stuff in any little space I find, it even served as my wedding diary. It contains shopping lists, addresses, journey planner directions, bible verses, to do lists, job application sites…..Oh! and lots of papers and bits and pieces, my ante-natal card, my first baby scan, deposit slips, old used tickets and haha..You’ld be amazed..my work contract letter to mention a few.

This brings me to my next topic….Hoarding, I think I do a bit of hoarding as evidenced by the above, I hardly throw stuff away (Fear not People! Am still suffering from an early stage of it so am salvageable) and I love to acquire bits here and there, my slogan is YOU NEVER KNOW WHEN YOU MAY NEED IT, I keep little packs of ketchup and barbeque sauce from fast-food joints and I store the serviettes as well (SHAME FACED) as opposed to hubby, he just opens the fridge and empties stuff in the bin or gives them to the gateman. He gives away his clothes like its Christmas. He doesn’t understand why I have so many clothes and yet I complain when we want to go out that I can’t find the perfect clothes to wear. My wake-up call came when I watched an episode of the reality show “HOARDING: BURIED ALIVE”! I shuddered at the thought of being like one of the women who acquired and acquired and acquired till her house turned into a mini DUMP YARD. I think my inclination to keep stuff stems from the fact that I am the last child in the family…..yeah, the one that always had the hand me downs and never had the person to hand down to (Trust Oyinbos! There’s always a psychological reason for everything under the blue sky including why a chimpanzee is black), the show tried to discover the psychological reasons why the nominees hoarded and to tackle same.

After watching the show, next day I quickly threw out the empty icecream ice pack I had kept in the fridge, I had earlier kept it and when hubby asked why I did so, I said it would definitely come in handy to me soon….i don’t even make homemade ice-cream, so come to think of it, am asking myself now…”was I jazzed?”. I’ve started packing up clothes I don’t use anymore, eve those I think I might need in the future because I believe someone else needs it now better than I do.

It feels good to shed excess baggage; it is sooooo better to give than to receive, the biblical injunction I see now was not only made for the receiver to be happy and thankful but also for the giver to give out of the abundance he has been blessed with and receive peace.

IN A WHILE

I haven’t blogged in a while, I keep giving excuses but I hope God gives me the strength to do so more often, the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak. I came across two poems I wrote in 2005…wow, that’s a long time ago, was probably in the last semester of my first year then..Just thought I should share them. The first one re-instates my phobia for Lagos…phew…goes to show my phobia didn’t start today and I think I must have written the second one at some “trying point” in my teenage life…lol, it leans a bit towards suicidal tendency…hehehe..just kidding. It’s good to dig up the past sometimes and compare it with how far we’ve come and bless God for what we’ve become. Anyways, enjoy my amateur poetry.

1. CITY LIFE

Tooting horns
Angry drivers
Impatient pedestrians
Crying babies
Hungry beggers
Lurking pick-pockets
Dirty drains
Dusty cars
Overcrowded buses
Sweaty bodies
Vain prostitutes
Overgrown bushes
vicious psycos
Lagos life
City life.





2. SOLITUDE

All i ask is solitude
to bask in the sunshine
happy and content
to stand erect in the rain
and watch it wash away my pain
oblivious of the giant tress
which stand like huge pillars

All i ask is solitude
to escape the noise if the crowded city
and wander in the beautiful gardens
which smell of musk and heaven
alone and merry
in pure sheer delight of nudity
with the cool mist resting on my body

All i ask is solitude
to be alone for once
and understand what it feels like
to do whatever i wish to do
without wagging tongues and pointing fingers
to scream, shout and vent out
fury which have been locked up
like the aged volcanic mountains

All i ask is solitude
leave me and let me be
let me express my innermost desires
let me be me
let my voice be heard
high above the realms of Pluto
leave me please
all i ask is solitude!