Dear Santa....I’ve been a very good girl.

Christmas is around the corner and the excitement for the season is gradually picking up, don’t know if it’s only moi that is “giddy-giddy” excited and can’t wait for it to come. I have so many things to look forward to this Christmas.

I remember when I was a kid, we always had xmas parties at school at the end of the year with all the razzmatazz and some fake black “father-Christmas” who made half of the kids wail out of fear, the gifts we usually got from him were plastic bowls, exercise books, story books and i think i got bathroom slippers some year...SMH, despite the large amounts we were made to pay back then for the parties.

The coolest part was travelling to villa, we always stopped on the way to buy all sorts.... bread, banana, cashew nuts, “okpa”...name it, aww.....such fond memories, we always had one traditional wedding or occasion to attend and daily visits to relatives both known and unknown..who always exclaimed at how big we’ve grown, visit to grand-ma’s (may her lovely soul rest in peace) and all the rice, chicken, fried meat, mineral and money that our nice relatives dashed us in the spirit of xmas (SIGH) ...someone make me young again puulease!!!

This Christmas, there shall be no travels but i’ll try to have fun and keep in mind the reason for the season. I do hope i get a present this year as i haven’t had one in years...so please santa, i’ve been a very very good girl, here’s my wish list......

1. All expense paid trip to Israel: I have this dream of going to this Biblical wonderful place, to breathe the same air as the people of old (Ok! Practically not the same air but same specie), would love to visit the historic places and have a deep spiritual experience and a time of prayer and meditation.

2. I don’t go “click-click” wherever i go but i love to take nice pictures to capture memories once in a while and what better way to do it than with a high mega-pixel DSLR camera. I also think my blog will benefit greatly from this....hehehe

3. I am presently using this “atmosphere” Primark wallet, have only used it for 5 months and it’s falling apart, i guess it’s all my fault cos i cram a lot into it, sometimes i squeeze my two phones into it when i don’t feel like carrying my bag, now it takes a couple of extra muscles to get the clip shut. Having this nice Salvatore Ferragamo wallet would sure put a smile on my face and ease off the stress to my biceps.

These are the three tangible things am wishing for now, but above all, i wish my family and friends a beautiful Christmas season filled with joy, peace, love and God’s favour...i can’t ask for anything better. Ok! I know this is quite early but MERRY XMAS Y’ALL and VERY PROSPEROUS NEW YEAR!!!

HOW SELFISH IS MY LOVE?

This post was actually pre-written in my jotter by 6:38pm sitting at my dining table and holding unto torchlight because PHCH as it’s their usual stock in trade were withholding power.
Just before the above time, was cutting some paw-paw and pineapple in the kitchen and these words came to me ....”HOW SELFISH IS YOUR LOVE?” weird abi? Who thinks of love while straining her eyes to cut some fruits for after dinner.
But it does make a lot of sense, love is a deep emotional sensitive feeling of care you have towards another...friends, family, spouse and of course your neighbour as God commands. It was that same love that prompted God to let his only son die on the cross for our sins (so unconditional and so pure and true), it was also love that was “shacking” Romeo and Juliet (By the way, was it a true life story or fictional work of art?), that same love made Beauty to see Beast as the cutest guy on earth (*slapping myself back to reality* Ok! Am digressing)
The best example of love i can give is the sacrificial love of Christ on the old rugged cross, he took the lashes for our sake, the spitting, accusations, wounds and to cap it all my stupidity, infirmities and shortcomings and come to think of it, he didn’t even charge 10kobo. He also enjoins us to share this same sacrificial love with others.....but lai! Lai! In this age, love has taken every meaning it wishes to other than the above....today, love is greedy, selfish/self-centered, Self aggrandising and a mean little creature..It takes an “in-it-to-win-it” attitude. There is no love between brothers and sisters, husband and wife, parents and children anymore...i recently read a story online about this weird dude that was sexually molesting his teenage daughter, i felt like reaching into the picture and giving him a million slaps to snap his perverse mind back to its senses.
I think love is just putting others needs above mine, it’s sacrificial and seeks to do no wrong......and of course it DOESN”T CHEAT!!!!! SOMEONE PLEASE TELL THAT TO MY NEIGHBOUR!!! (I saw his pretty wife about six weeks ago, but she’s gone back to the UK with their daughter) and guess what??? His olodo, toothpick girlfriend is back....ask me how i knew? They were at their marathon NONSENSE again and woke me up from my beauty sleep only that it wasn’t as loud as usual this time around. Also saw her early this morning..she was probably stepping out to buy something cause she had hair-net on. I actually argued with hubby about it, i told him that if were close to the wife and knew her personally, i would call her up and report her husband’s stupid behaviour immediately....he said if he were the one, he wouldn’t cos that would be putting asunder. Well, for me..o, i can’t just stand what i term EVIL.....anyway that’s story for another day....BUT in all we do, let’s do it in love which is God’s way.

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!

LITTLE LITTLE THINGS THAT MAKE ME GLAD

Some days we are carried away with the stress of everyday’s work, relationships, studies, financial obligations…..generally, routines that we follow religiously everyday like hypnotized zombies. Sometimes, I wonder what every other person’s daily routine is like. Mine is usually like this…
-wake up at three minutes to six in the morning (three minutes is what I give myself to drag me out of my yummy bed to say thank you to my maker by 6am)
-Finish my prayer about 6:30ish and jump right back to bed (there’s this unquantifiable satisfaction that comes from early morning sleep. Thank God am not in high school anymore, during our long vacs when we’ld come home from boarding school, my mum would give I and my siblings just one week grace of extra morning “sleep-offs”, the following weeks, we were either awakened by nice cane strokes or chores that had to be carried out instanta…chai!)
- I finally wake up proper at seven and fix breakfast for hubby and myself which I don’t get to eat till after a quick bath
- After eating, I get to make up, I don’t leave for work without it (not like my make up is anything to write home about, but just enough to make it seem like I didn’t fall out of bed that morning or had a wild extra wild night)
- Get to the office, at about 8:20, check my corporate mail, e-mail and a few routine blogs.
- 9am-4pm (work, work, work, work till am gasping for air, face one complaining investor or the other, and yeah! It’s amazing how I always have the same words for them “am sorry, your case is being handled! Kindly put down your name and contact and you will be notified as soon as your case is resolved” Bingo!!….and if Oga is away, it’s usually a field’s day!!!! OFFICE PARRY!!!, it means you can sneak in and out…but that’s usually not so often)
-4:15pm, sneak away from the office or should I say, attempt a mad dash for the door or “mission-impossible” moves like hiding behind a door, rolling my bag on the floor and literally crawling to the entrance of my office, or getting some poor colleague from another office to sneak out my bag. But NO! my Oga always has a way of spotting us out, he always barks out “hei you! Where are you going to? Come back here!”. If Oga by chance steps out of the office by 4ish, we usually spy down the corridor, but there’s this crazy stuff that always happens..just as you hit the lift button, he steps out from the lift and barks “where are you going to?”. Msheew, we don’t even get paid to do extra time, and we don’t even get much done once it is 4pm cos other offices close, it’s the official closing hour.
-4:35-40pm, get home and rest for about 15mins before preparing dinner. Hopefully, I get done around 6pm or after 6pm..depends on what it is.
-6pm-ish, do some laundry that has been waiting..washing or ironing (both I and hubby’s) he claims that washing gives him blisters..am yet to verify that..lol, but we made a bargain that if he can’t wash, he has to keep the house clean and wipe surfaces (wiping am sure doesn’t give blisters)
- Hubby comes home by 7:30 to 8pm, we have dinner together and chit-chat about our day
- Watch NTA news by 9pm or CNN if it’s dry, and usually NTA news bores me…..after the first 15mins, I unconsciously reach out for the remote.
-10 pm, pray and sleep!
And next day, we do it all over again!!
But that is not the essence of this post, the real deal is that despite all the rigours of daily life, we should find little little things that make us glad like calling a close friend to ask howdy and offering encouragement from God’s word, rendering help to a stranger that least expects it, taking time out to savour a huge chocolate sundae over an interesting book, kicking back and watching a nice movie, fellowshipping in His presence, spending quality time with someone you love, visiting the spa and getting that pedicure you’ve been procrastinating about and doing something that makes you have a good hearty laugh….afterall, laughter is the best medicine.

DRESSED TO KILL!!!!

This post was inspired by the sermon I heard at a church service that I and hubby attended yesterday. I was relaxing ‘jejely’ at home..o after a tiring day at work when hubby came home, he said he wanted to have an early dinner and then he’d go for fellowship at some church in our area…He said that with a grin on his face cos I had earlier accused him of being a “church ashewo”….ok, I didn’t blurt it out literally like that but I had laid it nicely and politely to him the advantages and disadvantages of sticking to a particular religious fold.

In order to be a supportive wife and not nag, I told him I’d tag along…(shio! Afterall, what is good for the goose is equally good for gander). It started off well at the service, at the praise session, I was singing and at same time looking around to take note of my surroundings (Ps..don’t blame me, I was feeling like a green horn) while hubby was dancing seriously.

However, what I did thoroughly enjoy was the message. It was soooo direct! And guess what? It was what my pastor had preached the previous week…. “OUR GARMENTS!” as in PHYSICAL CLOTHES. That was not the first, nor second nor third time I had heard a Pastor complaining about clothes and provocative dancing in the church… I mean terrible dancing..o! not like happy dancing but something like backing the Man of God and shaking your cellulite-laden booty soooo hard till it almost drops, or something like doing “butterfly” and going low when you know you are wearing a mid thigh skirt.(remember the butterfly dance? We used to do it way back in primary and secondary school to TLC songs?)

What about clothes? Oh..truth be told, we women are always guilty..exposing the unmentionables! For me sha, I initially didn’t care, even if I see eighty-nine naked women marching down the street, I wouldn’t flinch cos wetin concern monkey with beauty competition??? But after the service, I talked to hubby and he really made me understand the agony Pastors are passing through..being distracted by near naked women (I know some might argue that if you are in the spirit, you eyes would be made blind to every antics of satan) but we are still humans and haven’t transited to the stage of being spirits, spirits are immortal and I don’t think they have the urge to play “mummy and daddy”..if y’all know what I mean.

Being that we are still humans and our bodies are temples to honour and glorify God, am now convinced that what one wears, actually matters. As much as one doesn’t have to step out looking like a disheveled homeless tramp or wearing next to nothing, the key to getting it right is striking a balance, keeping the occasion in mind and dressing to positively impress, not KILL!!!

LAGOS NA WAH..O

Got back from Lagos on Friday evening after a five-day training courtesy of my work place, It is mandatory for every staff to attend local training once a year in any state in Nigeria (not even by your choice). I had earlier been scheduled to attend a leadership training in Port-Harcourt, that day I went home happy..and singing Duncan Mighty’s “Port-Harcourt boy son…if I do you wrong before….sorry..o” however few days after, my hopes of shining as a PH big babe was dashed to pieces, I received a memo sending me to SHANGISHA, LAGOS (Ok! Like whia in Neptune is shangisha???!!), even the name alone gave me premature contractions.

Finally, I carried my humble self down to Lagos and set up camp at my older sister’s place in Ajao Estate (Btw, did I mention that the only place I know in Lagos is the short distance between MMA2 and Ajao Estate? You can sell me Lagos and collect enough change to start up business).

Boiling down to the essence of this post, I think one has to be a tough cookie to survive in Lagos..o. the place no be moi-moi at all..o. Besides, I think if you can live in Lagos (as in the whole of Lagos), you can live anywhere…Fiji Islands with cannibal Aborigines, Arctic region, Vietnam rainforests… to mention a few. Here are a few situations I encountered to buttress my point:

SITUATION ONE:
Entered a cab from Ajao Estate to Shangisha, the driver was an old grandpy, he spoke Yoruba to me and I politely smiled and replied in English, expressing my inability to neither speak nor understand the language as much as I wish I did. Grandpy was so cute that I could almost pinch his cheeks (I was thankful that the cab driver was not one of these young agbero boys that would gladly take me to Badagry and dump me or better worse, one chance). I got in and tugged at the set-belt (first instinct whenever I enter a car), the belt had no clip for fixing it, i shrugged..whatever, not like I need it anyway! I placed the belt on my laps. No sooner had we gone for about three minutes, grandpy’s “tuke-tuke motor” veered down the road with the highest speed,….i mean, the speedometer was not working but am sure we were heading to 160km/h. I looked at grandpy and he seemed very relaxed, singing what seemed like a Yoruba folklore to himself.. I held on to the sides of my seat like I was holding on to my dear life. Ehenn….when we even got to a bit of traffic, grandpy was struggling for road with one other driver of another vehicle..He shouted over my head to the other driver “IS YOU A BASTARD!!”. It is only in Lagos that 90-year olds can still drive at hair-raising speed and hurl abuses in their own version of English.

SITUATION TWO:
Flagged down a taxi from Shangisha back to Ajao, the driver said it is N4000 for a trip that is ordinarily between N1000 to N1200, thank God for my friend Shade, I would have fallen mugu. She went like ..”Shoo! AH!!! (something that sounded like “Mogbe!) then...INCOMPREHENSIBLE YORUBA…” The driver quickly came down to N1200.

SITUATION THREE:
Coming out of the estate, I got to junction where there are mini stalls for fruits and some people selling roasted corn, a woman tried to buy some oranges but I think there was a disagreement as to price, the hawker retorted rudely at the woman and a war of words ensued between them, the kind of insults I heard shifting back and forth between the two could fill the inward register in my office, and to the full glare of everyone…the funny thing is that people would pass and not even bat an eyelid.
LAGOS IS JUST DIFFERENT! Oh…did I mention that I saw hawkers carrying bread around in the morning with butter and mayonnaise?..just take a pick!, The hawking on the express with the traffic (You can just buy everything you need for Sunday stew, no need to enter market again..na), the different uniformed people that swoop on your car once you march the break LATSMA,LASPA, LAMPES, LAWSA, LANSA to mention a few….infact, the air and everything about Lagos is different . Never seen city like Lagos, no wonder hubby has reservations about living there! Am not saying Lagos is a bad place, the end result is that wherever one chooses to reside should be a place that gives one peace of mind and where one looks forward to saying “I can’t wait to be home!!”. Don’t know when I’ll travel to Lagos again but I hope I’ld have more pleasant experiences and lots of fun!!

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

ESTHER!!!!! THERE WAS REALLY SOMETHING ABOUT HER

So,earlier this week I read the first two chapters of the book of Esther. She was described as an orphan who was being taken care of by her cousin Mordecai. Life’s circumstances didn’t really favour her, she was even from the Jewish tribe which were more like slaves, as they had been carried into exile. I tried to reconcile it with myself…definitely, am not an orphan, but some days life’s circumstances don’t really favour me…like on Monday, my boss was really annoying..ok! I know that can’t be equated with “orphanhood” but there are various challenges in life that just makes you depressed and unproductive.
But one thing I was able to learn from Esther was OBEDIENCE and HUMILITY, she obeyed Mordecai, she obeyed the guy that was in charge of the maidens, her beauty didn’t get into her head and she came out tops. My God definitely has a way of lifting one up from a place of disfavuor to favour after all odds.
In my heart of hearts, I pray that God gives me the grace to be humble, an obedient heart and wisdom to make the right choices knowing that at the end of the tunnel, there will be a bright light and that he is taking me somewhere!!!

So, why go with a married man?

Don’t know why am doing this post but i’ve got this question on my mind all morning. I woke up this morning around 5:30 am with loud moaning and groans reverberating in my room, my first gut instinct was to quickly snatch my phone and call the police (but for whia???? Naija police usually arrives in about 24hours after the deed must have done. between, don’t even know if 911 works here). But let me start from where it all started, this wasn’t the first time it was happening. infact, for the past two weeks since my hubby travelled, it has been a ‘day on- day off’ thing. But today’s noise was unbearable
So many things came to my mind, either the guy in the flat above me is a wife beater, or he has a possessed lunatic as a flatmate, or his wife is in labour (but wait, she can’t be in labour for two weeks). What made matters worse was the heavy thumping right above the ceiling, i felt like the lady was being thrown against the wall and corners like a tennis ball, i cringed at the mere thought of that. I quickly shot out of bed and opened my already open windows wider (a habit i’ve formed and enjoyed its privilege over the last two weeks to get some fresh air at night. My husband is an Eskimo, he loves to have the AC on all night while i prefer the former) I really hoped i’ld make out some form of conversation so that i’ld at least know what’s wrong.
Finally my alarm beeped at 5:58am, having lost some valuable sweet morning sleep i said my prayers and made a quick meal (fried yam and leftover fried rice...nice combo). I did get ready for worked earlier than usual so i figured out a few chores wouln’t be bad. I picked the trashed and headed out, just as i got outside the house, i heard the moans again, i looked up towards the flat of the guy that lives above mine, his windows were open and indeed they were coming from there. I didn’t know i wasn’t the only spectator, i looked towards the gate house with fear and my heart thumping and right there were our two gatemen smiling at like i get the drift....whatever!!!!! i still didn’t get it and i walked up to Daniel the goofy one, and the conversation below ensued
Me: Daniel, abeg na who live for that flat upstairs????? (i knew it was one of the guys i had seen driving in at some point, besides, we just moved in March)
Daniel: Na Doctor (the silly smile still plastered to his face)
I just moved on, the conversation wasn’t going anywhere! I had heard that there’s a doctor in one of the flats who loves to carry young girls and whose wife resides overseas. Anyways, i got back to my flat, i called my hubby who reassured me that at least am sane and then got to the bathroom to do my makeup.....that was when i heard the ‘OH BABY!!!! OH HONEY!!!!’ . I then got the gatemen’s drift...i burst into laughter, not because of anything but my great trepidation.
I have been at work all morning but can’t get this incident off my mind. My only concern is for the young lady who in her mind is having a ‘good dose of early morning bedsercise’ with a married man. I don’t want to sound very judgemental but the truth be told.....there is still karma and the good old biblical truth that whatever we sow, we reap. For whatever reasons she chose to be with that man, in my own opinion, it is UNJUSTIFIABLE. I’ve seen lots of babes with men old enough to be their dad, that’s okay..i believe age is nothing but a number. But when you see a ring indicating a marriage commitment or in the lack of it but it is very obvious that he is committed. Why break the vow? Why put asunder? What makes you think he wouldn’t do same to you? Why live your life with a person who has sworn his to another? Why settle for less when you can have more? Why go with a married man? Many questions arise which i cannot answer, but i’ld only say it as the conscience of any reasonable person is......it’s not fair!!. But can’t wait to get back home today, i am activating my spy mode, this is going to be a fun version of my own ‘cheaters’...cos i really want to know what’s with my Doctor neighbour.

Almost a year after!!

yeah...so i went AWOL for almost a year, i jumped into blogging for the first time on July 23, 2010 and today is May 18, 2011 (almost a year after...haha) and am just doing my second post. In life, it's so amazing how we start a thing or project with so much enthusiasm and then let it fizzle out like a firecracker sooooo quick.There are usually major causes...lack of passion and lack of means.In my case, It was both, i was passionately engrossed in other things and in the second case, i got tired of my 18th century laptop, so i got home one day, picked it up and made sure i didn't return home with it.
But..hey, the absolute truth in life is to get back right after a fall, in every area of your life where you are not measuring up to your standards which you've set for youself, put your head up and say 'YES I CAN'...ok, so i know that sounds very cliche :-)but it works like magic. persistence and consistence brings abount success.

So right now, am getting up and blogging again!!!!!! am putting a new enthusiasm and approach to it! between last year and now, a lot of things have changed. Am happily married, no more 'chinchini' corper allowance, i've developed my thoughts and of course i've got a brand new lappy to play with.

i love forward to more posts and sticking to the truth.!!!! later!