Tuesday, 28 August 2007

Once Upon a Time...

I got home early yesterday and so got to spend some quality time with the boys. Senior Boy was his usual chatty self, we looked through his book did his number lesson and then I asked him to tell me a story.....

Story Story story Once upon a time time time there was a cat on the road and a bird was flying to America. The cat was crying like a baby. Then the sheep ran away and he was hungry. he wanted to eat.He went to his house to make food for him and his children.A pig came again to eat with them.The daddy caught the pig and ate the pig and his food. The pig now died and he now came out of the daddy 's neck. His children was looking .the bird came to fly on the television and the television break.The sheep's daddy's children wanted to watch cartoon network and Aunt Mary will not allow them to watch because she is watching film and they took light. The Daddy ate many food, potatoes, chips, rice,coconut,yam,chocolate and he gave his many children. The pig came back and he was happy to eat.Then the pig's daddy and mummy and the small baby went to London.That is the end of the story.

I cant say i understand the story but hey he has an active mind. We just have to channel it in the right direction. Maybe one day he will win the
Orange Prize or produce an award winning play. Laspapi watch out.

Monday, 27 August 2007

Old Man


My Baby was 2 years on Saturday and this post is about him. He is such a darling even if I say so myself. His pregnancy was unlike the 1st one. I was very emotional , always tried and very angry at the world.DH always kept a safe distance and was careful what he said to me cos you never know what will trigger my 'verbal diarrhoea and anger fits'. I knew he was going to be another boy and I was praying for a daugther. Then i got into a state of paranoia what if the baby comes out with both sexes? I would rather have an healthy baby even though I so wanted a daugther.
I had gone for my ante natal classes and was on my way home when I asked the driver to take me to the shops. I needed to do some last minutes shopping for the baby bag. I remember telling him this baby might just come sooner than I expect and I want to be prepared. I went into Labour while shopping.He took me home and I calmly packed my bag and waited for DH to get back from work.
I told him i was in Labour and we need to start going to the hospital. I will rather get there and wait than start looking for security men to open the gates in the middle of the night. The Doctors confirmed I was indeed in labour and yours truly calculated baby should be here about 4am going by my 1st experience. I was so very wrong.Old man had his own agenda. He came about 20 hours later with a loud cry. Then we went home and we were back again cos he had Jaundice which I had and his broda had and my next baby most likely will have at birth( that is if i have another one)

After the experience at the ICU and sleeping on the uncomfortable chair and worrying about the 2 mothers in my house and my Senior boy( I wasn't the one on admission so no bed for me) I came home and i became over protective of Old man. No one was allowed to carry him not alone bathe him. The mothers were told to fuss over Senior boy and let us be. I remember sitting for hours on end watching him sleep. I went back to paid employment when he was 7 months. He stays at home with the ever changing streams of Nannies. We have one now who he is particularly fond of( lets pray she stays). Even though he is 2 now i still don't see a reason to rush him off to school, creche or playgroup whatever they call it. He still mumbles a lot of gibberish but i understand him . I love the way his face lits up when i walk into the room. I love the way he staggers and sways when he walks hence the nickname old man. I love the fact that he can eat and feed himself. He loves food and its embarrassing when we go out but i love him that way. I love the wet kisses he showers on my face when I get back from work and the way he holds my face and cuddles up with me. I love his giggle and the mischief in his eyes. I love the fact that you are very loving and expressive.They all call you Mummy's boy but I you are your own man. Mummy cant hold you down and i never will.
He is very strong willed and independent and I know the years are ahead will have its challenges but I know through it all we will come out tops. Happy birthday my darling Oko mama e.

Friday, 24 August 2007


Thank God its Friday. This week has so many ups and downs. Let me start with work.

  • The 6 guys from SA are back to base. Thank God that is over. We hope to see them again soon
  • A colleague and friend(i told him he doesn't qualify to be referred to as a friend an more) resigned. What i find painful is we talked about him leaving b4 and he promised he will let me know if and when he would be leaving. But he didn't even say a word to me. I'm still reeling from the after effect of the news.
  • The rumour mill is overflowing with his resignation. I need to motivate the people and keep their eyes on the ball. We have to stay focused. Why? Adi thanks for the perfect timing'
  • My boss is on her annual vac and that means so many things. work is lighter, people are more laid back and I have to be on the red alert at all times. Spoke with her this morning and she doesn't seem to be having fun. She needs to rest though cos when she gets back we are rolling out big time. Abuja hia we come.
  • I need 3 days casual leave. I just don't see how I can get that with the boss absent and Adi horrible attitude since he decided to resign. He is still hia for a month technically but I wish we could just tell him go but that will be so wrong.
Home Front (Definitely Up)
  • My baby will be 2 tomorrow. He has suddenly become very vocal over night. I'm so happy. He lights up my world.
  • Big Broda is counting the days till its September 22 when it will be his birthday too.
  • So many ups in this aspect of my life. Thank God for my family
  • Spoke with Dad also.
  • A friend is back after about a month vacation abroad. She called and sent a text to say she is back but I don't want to be her 'friend' again. I know its sounds crazy but that how I feel really. Friendship with her is so very tasking and uphill. She literally drains me. i didn't pick the call and I didn't reply the text. The usual me way of dealing with people ....Avoid the person for as long as you possibly can instead of facing the issue and talking about it. Maybe if u stay away for long the issue will go away or become resolved. Well that never happens but if She remembers my boys' birthday tomorrow then she might be worth another chance.I say that cos she is the kind of person who will send u text messages like...'can a mother ever forget her suckling child? even if she did God will never forget us .You forgot ur daugther Kemi's birthday today' Yes she did send me that exact text message when i didn't call 1st thing on her son's birthday.I forgot cos I was travelling and had a flight to catch and I was going to as soon as I landed but her text message got to me b4 I got round to calling.I didn't bother calling or replying her text by the way.
This is too long a post and I'm just rambling. See you guys tomorrow. I need to do a post for my baby tomorrow.

Saturday, 18 August 2007

The Long weekend is over

The next day was sunday and i had to catch the 8.00am flight back to Lagos. It was indeed a very long weekend and i thoroughly enjoyed myself.

Later in the afternoon the Groom's family will be hosting the last event which is a Luncheon welcoming the Bride to the family.

This kind of wraps up the wedding post.

Monday, 13 August 2007

Monday Meme

What were you doing 10 years ago?

studying to be a Lawyer and I guess sitting at home wondering when one of those strikes will end so i can get back to school, away from the neverending household chores.

What were you doing 1 year ago?

visiting my sista with the boys on hoilday. Story for another post.

Five Snacks you enjoy

sandwiches again

Five songs to which you know all the lyrics

none i'm very crappy with songs. i love music but i just dont hear the lyrics and i always put in my own words.

Five things you would do if you were a millionaire

Give loads to charity
travel the world
set up trust fund for the boys
build a nice small house
own a farm
invest in stocks

Five bad habits

lazy lazy
telling people what to do
spending a tard too much on 'nothings'

Five things you like doing

talking with friends
surfing the net

Five things i would never wear

mini skirt
knee length leather boots
shorts or knickers whatever u call them

Five Favourite toys

my cell phone
my diary

Friday, 10 August 2007

The Dinner and The Wedding Night

I guess I should just post the concluding part of the wedding . The day after the Kai Amariya is the dinner party. The morning is spent in the couple's house with the bride and her friends helping her to play hostess as people troop in to view the house. Every guest who comes in is given a tour of the house. The have to see every room and corner of the house. Some even test the wedding bed for firmness. That was so hilarious as it was the older women who were doing this. The Bride's Step Mum sent food early in the morning. The Ango(Groom)'s sister ( by the way he has 13 sisters) also sent enough food to feed an Army.

I decided it was time for me to see a little of Kaduna. I called up Ahmed(we were in Law School together) who knew I would be in town if we could meet. I saw him last exactly Four years 10 days ago(don't ask me but Ahmed remembered) that was during our call to Bar ceremony in Abuja. We have however kept in touch through the telephone. We have shared news and victories and sadness and anxiety over the past 4 years so it was indeed very good to see him again. We almost lost him to sickle cell crisis in January by Thanks be to Allah he pulled through.Glory be to God in the highest.

I also wanted to see my In Laws in Kuru Masi. My broda is married to a Yoruba girl who lived all her life in Kaduna. Her parents still live there. It was an opportunity to see them and say hello.Ahmed arrived and he couldn't come into the house as he is male and not family and the Groom isn't in.Married women are not suppose to be receiving male guest when hubby isnt home. I think it just reasonable. we had to sit in his car and play catch up. We had so much to talk about.He was now working after about 3 years of searching for the right job(his health was a major factor to consider). He suggested he drive me to see my in laws and off we went. They were glad to see me. Apparently their daugther told them i would be in town, the old man said i would be too busy to stop by to say hello but the mother was sure i would come even if it was briefly. I was glad i stopped by.

Back in the house another drama was unfolding. Patience who was suppose to help the bride with household chores was suppose to come over and assist because now it was a full house .People were coming in thier hundreds. Amariya was informed reliably that Patience just had a baby 2 weeks ago. That could not be possible. She had being on the Bride's payroll since January She came in begging and saying she will bring her sista as a replacement. That was just so messy anyway She settled for the sister.

Ango I guess just couldnt bear to be away from his Bride. He stopped by briefly to say hello to his wife. His sistas would not allow him enter but he insisted that he had a right to go into his house. He came in said his hello and off he was again.

Then it was time to start getting ready for the Dinner party. We were all decked up in our best attires. The Groom came to pick the Bride and I up and off we were to the venue. The hall was transformed with lights and all the trimmings. Holy Mallam was the MC/Comedian. We were ushered in dancing to Sunny Nneji's Oruka. Food was fabulous. I saw a couple of old friends from Law School. Ahmed couldn't come though cos he has to rest. Then the best part of the Dinner.....Dancing

The band was from Abuja. The singing was beautiful and your truly danced the night away. I had so much fun it was unbelievable. I didnt stop dancing till the Band switched off and called it a day. That was at about 2am. Then we went home to get my bags as I was being officially kicked out. Tonite is the night He will make her his woman.

I have to stop now. I will conclude this in the next post I promise