Nonesuch....as me really.

Cure for Diabetes?

2009-02-23T16:27:00.002+01:00

For those who havent heard the story http://allafrica.com/stories/200902040001.html

Always Sisters

2008-11-27T08:54:00.000+01:00

This post is dedicated to my Sista. I was going to do a post last year for her birthday but I never got round to doing it. Last year November I was doing daily or almost daily Post on the many things I was Thankful for. I wonder what happened this year. Today is Thanksgiving Day and today my Sister is a year older. Happy Birthday Sista.

My Sista is my best mate. Even though we are several hundreds of thousand miles apart from each other we communicate everyday. Our spouses allow us have our space and try not to figure out the 'fights' and the arguments we seem to have every now and then. I guess they just spice up the relationship. My Sista and I were in Uni together and we lived together for 2 years before she left school. Our roomies also learnt very early to stay clear of our heated arguments on all things from money( I was always borrowing and not returning at agreed terms or time) , clothes, food, boys, friends, or whose turn it was to make hot cocoa for the three blind mice( Shout out to all D43 roomies) for as the arguments started so did it always fizzle out. She has on many occasion said to people, don't forget she is my Sista anyway...

My Sista is a good woman, a loving mother and wife and a WWTBP(Writer Waiting To Be Published)

For as long as I can remember my Sista has been writing. She has nothing published yet but that doesn't mean she is not good at it. She is work in progress and she keeps getting better everyday.She just needs to keep at it. Meeting Christain Writer over summer was a good experience for her. We still keep referring to the meeting and conversations anytime we talk about writing.I have watched her set writing goals for herself. She is more determined to meet those goals and set bigger ones. She is currently doing an internship and constantly seeking experiences that will improve her writing. I just would like to re-affirm my total commitment to reading everything you write. I also will always be there to chat and talk on the phone about competitions and all sorts. I pledge my allegiance to this writing mission and I know there will be a paragraph with my name on the acknowledgement page some day soon.

Enjoy your day and Happy Thanksgiving.

Lets sing that our song again... Always Sisters , Always Friends. Lets Stay real close to the end. Loving each other... Always Sisters , Always Friends.

When will it ever stop?

2008-11-08T22:38:00.002+01:00

http://www.ireport.com/docs/DOC-134234

Which Way Nigeria?

2008-09-30T22:27:00.004+01:00

In a couple of minutes it will be 1st October . Nigeria would have gained independence from the British colonial masters for 48 years. I don't want to begin to go into the details of all that isn't working. What worries me is the way in which we all are part of the problem in tiny aspects of our lives.We are all reflecting the decay in our very fibre as human beings. The fact that we all pretend not to see the log in our eyes while we try to point out the speck in other people's eyes.

Yardua isn't acting fast enough for us all. We all complain about what other people need to be doing differently but never once acknowledge the role we play in all of this.The situation is getting worse by the day and instead of addressing the issues we develop coping mechanisms. When we started having problems with power supply. We pretended it wasn't our issue. We all bought generators. We even had fancy names for them 'I better pass my neighbour'. That very name itself shows how shallow we all are. The noise pollution and the air pollution affects us all not just your neighbour dud!

Sadly we also don't have statistics to show how many lives we have lost to carbon fumes from these generators. I know of a colleague whose cousin, a lawyer in his mid 30s died earlier this year from fumes from his generator which he chained to the balcony of his flat.

The roads are becoming death traps. Pot holes both natural ( due to wear and tear and poor maintenance culture) and man made( these are very popular in Lagos. ) what did we do as Nigerians? We started buying 4wds. We even have hummers in the streets of Lagos. Some households have more than one Jeep.Check out Lekki environs in the rainy season where you need to literally swim out of your house to get to work. I would suggest that we start buying boats and canoes to navigate the murky flood waters of Lekki in the next rainy season instead or DEMANDING that the canals be cleared and those who have built on the waterways be penalised and have their buildings removed. (PS: The flood is not limited to Lekki alone)

The standards of education also started falling. The Universities were mostly on strike in my days ( I spent 10 years from getting in to the university and getting called to Bar . I know what I'm talking about and my Father couldn't afford to send me or any of my siblings to UK or US from his Lecturer job. Why? His take home couldn't take him home. ASUU lol)

We decided to have private schools for all levels. We now have private universities that are run like personal empires with all sort of rules and regulations. All you need to set up a school in Lagos is a fancy building and some name dropping. This brings me to the crux of this post.

The PTA at my son's school was on Saturday. I'm a very new parent in the school, just about 3 weeks old. I had noticed earlier that there were flyers and posters with names of candidates displayed on the Notice Board. It reminded me of my days in Awo Hall. I wondered why all that was necessary for PTA Election at a Primary School. I was reliably informed by an older parent that the PTA Elections were usually a big deal with manifestos and campaigns. I was excited and determined to experience the whole shebang by attending the meeting. I didn't know any of the contestants. I was going to make my mind up based on what they would say to us at the meeting.

I got to the meeting late but thankfully the many agenda of the day was not yet on the table. We had the audited account of the previous administration. That received a lot of comments but all that was neither here nor there. Then the Excos stepped down and the Electoral Committee took stage. They introduced the candidates. Most of the offices were uncontested or one of the other candidates stepped down for the more popular candidate. The only office contested then was that of the Chairman of the PTA. We had the good fortune of having 2 lawyers who claimed to be friends and have worked together in the same Law Office before each going on to other things contesting for the Chairmmanship position. One was a more popular candidate and obviously was tipped to win the election.

We listened to both speak to us for about 3 minutes each. Both had 'good' ideas but they have to focus on improving the PTA and the BOM (Board of Management) relationship so they can achieve all the lofty goals. BOM( Board of Management the school is a trust school) need to trust the PTA. The PTA and the BOM apparently have a strained relationship.

The drama began when it was announced that voting will be by secret ballot instead of open ballot by show of hand as stated in the constitution. In fact on of the candidates said his 1st assignment would be to amend the constitution in retrospect so the election we would be conducting that afternoon would be valid. I found that very strange thankfully I wasn't alone. Objections were raised as to why we should be considering having a secret ballot when the Constitution was clear about the way to vote.

All sort of reason were given the most interesting of them all was ,'so we do not cause bad blood, the contestants are all our friends and we don't want them knowing I voted for one instead of the other. There are people who don't want them to know who they voted for. Its in the interest of our children'

I couldn't believe my eyes or my ears. what bad blood? what gossips? what are these people going on about? Are we not supposed to be voting for the Chairman of PTA at a primary school. Why do we do these things? If at that level in a school hall on a Saturday afternoon people were ready to influence the votes and bend the rules because we can't just be honest and do the right thing? They were going to break the law abuse our constitution at the PTA because of sentimental rubbish. The said things like The Law is made for man and not Man for the Law.

I expressed my views howbeit on top of my voice as it was almost impossible to get a chance to speak if you were not supporting the secret ballot. I also encouraged those around me to speak up and call that we boycott the voting if we were not going to do the right thing. The Lady sitting beside me a new parent also was convinced secret ballot was what the constitution said and not show of hand . I explained to her it was the other way round. She immediately joined in the shout calling for an open ballot as stated in the constitution. Needless to say we got our wish and the election was by show of hand.

After the elections we all stood outside in groups discussing all that transpired. I explained to those who cared to listen that if the General Assembly didn't want open ballot anymore we could as well amend the Constitution. We didn't have to have the election that Saturday. We could call for a referendum ammending the Constitution and have our election on some other day if that is what we wanted.We just need to as a people begin to do the right thing and not what is convenient. We need to realise that our decision all the time affects every other person. If we at our local PTA do not do the right thing what do we expect from other Nigerians in elected offices State or Federal Level after all they are members of some PTA .

Bravo Zulu !!!

2008-09-24T13:36:00.004+01:00

Another one for Women, Another one for Nigeria.

Sibling Rivalry

2008-09-18T08:36:00.005+01:00

My family isn't a very large one. I'm the eldset of 4. I have a sista and 2 brodas. We all love each. We are all unique but there is a common thread that runs in the weave of all of us. We say it as we see it. We are all very stubborn and we all have a very good sense of humour. We also always support each other. Our spouses try not to get involved in our 'fights' cos they all tend to end like it started. The few minutes of anger has so much fury that an outsider would be shocked and marvel at the intensity. Those moments are the opportunities you have to say it as you really feel.

Our parents have always allowed us to speak freely. The Freedom of Speech has always being in use in our home. If you don't one the other person to know what you think just keep quite. If you say anything to my Mum in confidence just know that my Dad will hear and my Sista across the Atlantic will also hear and then they will all had their thoughts and opinions. The revamped version will get back to you either by Yahoo IM or by text message or a phone chat.We are all in each others business.

My post is not about rivalry amongst the four of us but I needed to lay that foundation. This is not to say we don't have our 'fights' and 'arguments' about the most mundae of issues to the more serious ones like who is favoured most by our parents and who seems to have it easy and who is just not doing what they ought to be doing. These hopefully will be subjects of subsequent post in the not to near future.

Our extended family is also a very close knit one. The fact that my Dad is an only child of his Mama does not mean we don't have Uncles and Aunties and all manners of relationship with people that the EnglishLanguage has no word to define. My Mother also comes from a strong family of women who have married mostly within the clan and so our relations span across the length and breath of three or more communities, 2 LGA and 2 States.

My mum called me yesterday to say One of my Uncles lets call him Fineboy ( he is a fine boy by the way) called her at the crack of dawn saying his wife Aunt Virtuous Woman( She is a very good wife and mother) will be arriving in a couple of days . The issue however is he thinks she might be coming to end the Marriage. Now that is strange because I know the 2 of them are completed devoted to each other and they have 2 sons. Uncle Fineboy moved back to Naija full time about a 18 months ago. He is doing quite well and plan have already being set in motion for Aunt VW to relocate back too. The truth is Uncle Fineboy spends more time in UK than in Naija. He has one of his older brothers managing the business and he comes in and out for extended visits to see how things are going and all.

The gist is Uncle Fineboy's younger sista Playerhater ( I cant think of a more appropriate name) told Aunt VW that Uncle Fineboy has being philandering ever since he touched down in Naija. She paints a picture of a man with a mission to sow as much wild oats as can cover the fields of Lagos if Lagos was a big farm land. The irony is Playerhater is not in Naija. I wonder who and how she gets her information. Aunt VW seems to believe her and is really very upset. Initially i wondered why will she believe Playerhater who is not in Naija? But then Playerhater is his Sister. Why will she be lying?

What bugs me is even if its true i.e Fineboy is hoping around like a bee in a field of lilies should the Sister be the bearer of such news. If she was really concerned about her brother and all is this the best approach? What will be her 'joy' or great achievement if Aunt VW sues for big D on grounds of .... and there is a dissolution of the marriage How does she explain to her nephews I fueled the breakup of your parents. I just don't get it. Is she just a meddlesome interloper, a jealous siblings or a plain old fool who doesn't think before she speaks or acts.

The good news however is all the forces are at work to mediate between the couple and iron out the creases. I pray the both look deep inside them and focus on the good they have together. Uncle Fineboy should also work hard at reassuring Aunt VW so she is not easily swanned by these kinds of talk in the future. I know its hard especially when its the Sista feeding you with information .

I try to imagine what we would do if it was one of my siblings. If one of my broda was Uncle Fineboy and was alleged to be philandering. The spouse will the last to hear and he would really be in for I can just imagine the calls and the arguments and the fights that will go on. I don't think the any of my siblings will talk to the spouse first without having tried to sort out the issue amongst ourselves 1st. That I think is a better approach.

My Mum nicely summed it up with a Yoruba proverbs. Eyin kule lota wa, ile na seni gbe (Loosely translated to mean: The enemy is within)

What do you guys think of Playerhater?

Finally , an Update

2008-09-08T14:32:00.004+01:00

I just received a 'order' from Christain Writer asking me to update my blog and that is what I will do.

Work
Just got back from a 3 day strategic rethreat from the office. It was very fruitful meeting. We had Leke Alder facilitate the meetings. The man is very deep and we all left the Resort knowing that we have the power within us really to be all that we want to be an more.

On the last day of the retreat we had a poem writing competition and I won the price . Find below my winning entry:

It's a new day, a new beginning
Dreams yet unfulfilled bursting out to the brim
The heart is full of hope, at what tomorrow will bring
The road ahead yet untravelled,with hope we will travail
And at the end rejoice, for at least we will join
Those who seek and find.
Guidance comes from above, to see us through it all
If only to him we bow
It's a new day, the beginning of new things.

Written by Oludeester September 2008

I was made to read it again at the end of the all the presentation and I felt very good.

We also finally got audited at the beginning of September. We operate under the ISO:15189. The standards are clear and you are either conforming with the SOPs or you are not. It was a gruelling 2 days audit and at the end of the day we passed. We have been recommended for continued accreditation. Its a really BIG DEAL cos that is our X-factor.

Needless to say the obvious work is going on well. The part that I would however not like to belabour were the trials before the audit and the grey clouds that almost consumed me. I was so depressed I didn't want to get out of bed. I just wanted to walk away from it all. But then a girls gotta do what a girl's gotta to do. I'm happy with work and all the positive things the future will bring.

The Boys

School started today.We got in to the school of our choice. The summer holiday was long and seems there was no end in sight. It was hard keeping them busy. They had fun at Terrakulture learning Yoruba. Yes I joined the Facebook Group I want my child to speak my native language.

Senior Boy also started learning French and Oldman just wants to play. Oldman was 3 in August and Senior Boy cant wait to be 5. He wants all his favourite Cartoon Network characters on his Cake. We will see about that.

There is so much I want to write about but I'm chatting with my Sista who has moved back to the US and she needs my undivided attention.

Coming Soon!!!

2008-07-23T14:02:00.001+01:00

Apologies for the long absence. No interesting reason. I will be back soon.

Professor Jadesola Akande

2008-05-01T23:48:00.005+01:00

Rest in peace.

I remember those days in The University of Ibadan. Wandering the campus with my over sized glasses and my ankara tops. I was always in the Faculty of Arts hanging at the court yard listening to people talk and reading the notice boards. I made so many friends in that Faculty some who are still in my life today.
Sometimes I wish I had the courage to change from Law to Dramatic Art or something that 'ridiculous' or maybe Psychology or even drop out of school completely. I guess we would never know how that would have turned out.

During one of my numerous visit to the courtyard I read a notice about a talk at the Institute of African Studies if I can remember correctly and amongst the numerous speakers were 2 women who I admire greatly Professors Bolanle Awe and Jadesola Akande. I dragged my BBF Joc along to the event. Joc wasn't 'crazy' ( she had her head in her books) like me but would readily follow me to any of such symposiums, poetry reading, or seminars as long as there was food. I remember how we would go to the conference center on campus and seat listening to long talks which had no meaning or relevance to our Law of Torts or Jurisprudence just so we can have a drink and just hang around 'intellectuals'.Those days were fun.( This was before wind of fellowships blew and it was almost impossible to get away from any activity that wasn't church related. Story for another post)

I love life on campus. I had dreams yet unfulfilled. I could see myself be all that I want to be and much more. I look at these women and I knew I just had to reach out and grab it. I once took a job on campus doing research work for one of my Lecturers. I had to read loads and loads of books. I read so much about Prof Jadesola Akande and her late Husband Debo Akande. I would pause and wonder what the conversation would be like at the dinner table? How their children would relate to them? Both of them so brilliant in their own right. I have read s many interviews about about them and it was clear that she indeed knew how to juggle the many 'balls' we have to juggle as women and through it all never lost her sense of purpose.

She was very passionate about the falling standard of education. She was a disciplinarian. She was all to many. I remember my last encounter with her was at a talk she gave at the Lady Kofo Abayomi Hall in UI. I was in my final year and Joc and I went to listen to her speak in between lectures. She was talking about empowering the girl child and the pro life choices. She also talked about the importance of sex education. She told us she was constantly learning new things. She was learning to use the computer so she doesn't become outdated. I still have pictures from that event. It was the International Women's day.

She was at the event held in Lagos to celebrate Chief Gani Fawehinmi's 70th Birthday. To learn of her death in her sleep is shocking! I screamed in pain when I saw the Newspapers. I regret never walking up to her to say how much I admire her. I regret never going to the Onikan address of the NGO to see and volunteer like I wanted to so many times.

The lesson is clear there is no time like the present. Why leave till tomorrow what you can do today.

More than ever before I know now I have to set forth at dawn if I want to get to my destination. The road is long and the journey hard but then the race is not to the swift.

Rest in peace.

The 300m Scam.

2008-04-10T14:27:00.004+01:00

For some crazy reason I actually think Prof Adenike Grange is innocent. I wont say she is naive and was set up but she should know better. She did a honourable thing resigning (we all know that is not a naija thing to do. Etteh and co) She also takes the 'responsibility and not the blame’ (sounds like Akon abi) its all semantics if you ask me.

But some things are true. She is a Professor of Pediatrics and the President of the International Body of Pediatrician. I have 2 children under 5 and I know how ‘difficult’ that aspect of medicine is compared to O& G or Community Health. Next to Neuro Surgeon they are the crème la crème of Medical Professions if you ask me.( I hope I don’t start a war)

She has also taught for several years in the University. I know about 10 of her ex students and a few of her colleagues in LUTH and they are all unanimous in their feeling that the story just doesn’t add up. She didn’t run of to Cuba like the Senate Committee on Health Chairman. She is facing it squarely and boldly. I don’t think she is guilty. She is not running which means she has nothing to hide. I will like to believe though that if she was guilty she will be trying as hard

The Federal Ministry of Health is very big. I would reckon there would be several snail speed bureaucratic processes for getting things done. She has just being there barely a year. How much could she have known in the short period? People will only tell you what they think you need to know. They never tell you what you need to know. She has never served in Public office and all her experience really is with dealing with children in her work as a Pediatrician and in the Private sector. She was working with some International Agency on Vaccines I think before she was appointed Minister of Health.

I strongly believe Ignorantia juris non excusat but then its still early days of the arraignment. I think keeping her in custody is unnecessary and she should be granted bail. This is the Naija of Alams,Ibori, Abacha and in most recent past Obasanjo( Checkout the Power sector probe going on). She should be brought to justice if she is found guilty by a court of competent jurisdiction. I hope for her sake that she walks away. I'm sure she is asking herself if the past 9 months was necessary.

She probably did more as a private citizen than as the Health Minister. I respect those who are not career politicians. Men and women who actually go into elective offices because the want a change and not business and usual. I will recommend getting in early so you don't get blown away by the several human and political landmines. If you really cant swim with the sharks in the deep blue ocean, stay on the beach and resist the urge to get lured in.

London Buki

2008-04-10T14:04:00.001+01:00

This Post is dedicated to London Buki- A daugther in a million.

I dont know you but I admire your DEVOTION. I read your Mummy Mondays and prayed along with you like many others that one day Mama Buki will dance with you. She is dancing now you know to that heavenly music. The chorus of Alleluyahs the never ending singing and dancing. She is in no more pain.

You loved her unconditionally. You did the best you could for her. I'm proud of you.

I pray that you will find peace and comfort even in the mist of the pain. Peace like a river will flow over your soul. I pray that help will come when you need it. May your seed call you Blessed.

If I ever have a daugther May she love me like you loved your Mother. May I also be to her what your Mother was to you and more.

Mama Buki, Iya oninu re. Sun re o.

Valentine Blues

2008-02-20T18:09:00.002+01:00

This is not an account of my Valentine's day, mine was not as eventful. What you are about to read happened to 3 of my colleagues in the office. Lets call them Ade, Lade and Bade. The morning started with me teasing everyone who dares to come to work with a hint of red- red shirt or blouse or tie or lip gloss and you automatically became the butt of our jokes.Such was the gay mood in the office. The MD couldnt help joining in when she demanded for a piece of the cake and chocolates from the single girls in the office wondering why we having being getting any delivery all day.

Work ended at 5pm as usual and the Three Musketeers -They joined the company the same day,went through induction and orientation together and even though one is a scientist, the other in Accounts and the third in Client services their friendship blossomed. They decided since they had no dates they could as well try and have some fun. They went to a 'Joint' to have Fish Peppersoup and enjoy each others company before heading home seperately.

They left the office a few minutes after 5pm got to the Joint about past 6pm.Placed their orders and gisted away while waiting for the Fish delicacy to arrive.

Time Check 7.30pm

In zooms in the men in black aka policemen. The arrested the 3 Musketeers and all the people present at the Jiont including a pregnant woman frying Dundun( Yam Chips) by the road side. Ade and Lade jumped into the Police van without asking questions. Their hearts in their mouth wondering what their fate will be. Bade dared to ask what their offence was , why they were being arrested. She also wanted to know where they were taking them to. All reasonable questions you would think but all she got was a threat she would get shot if she didnt 'cooperate' The other two begged her to get into the Van and avoid trouble.

They took them to the Police Station and they were ordered to remove their shoes, drop their phones and get into the cell. They immediately started making frantic calls to their family, friends and enemies. Thank God they had people who could come to their aid. They were promptly released after a few 'greens' exchanged hands.

Why the Arrest?

We later gathered that there was a Robbery incident in that area the day before so they were 'suspects' and 'husslers'.

The Policemen while carrying out the arrest kept joking amongs themselves saying from Valentine to cell. The Three Musketeers couldnot laugh at that moment but could not stop laughing at work the next day.

I still can not wrap my head round how 3 young ladies chilling at a joint at 7.30pm on St. Valetine's night suddenly transformed into 'robbery suspects' and 'husslers'

How was your Val?

Dont have a Title

2008-02-13T19:20:00.003+01:00

Reading through the comments from my last post just made me realise how uniquely different we all are. We see things differently and interpret things differently . For instance my last post Better Late than Never(Click the link or just scroll down..yes down..that is it) 5 comments already and no 2 commenst are alike. For the love of me is wondering why someone will choice Better Late than Never as a wedding toast. She is a Wedding/Event Planner so its understandable that she is wondering. Nyemoni sends best wishes about work. Read her blog and you will realise she is work person too.Whatever that means. 36 is back but mad at all the 'Valentinoes'. Rethots was a bit philosophical which I like. By the way I studied Philosophy for a year in Univeristy before going for Law. With hindsight I think I should have completed that course. I meet some wonderful people in that class.Where in the world is Elumaro. Solomonsydelle who is all things Maternal and more wants more details about my Showdown with my Mummy.

The comments just helped me realise how different we are and why one should always listen to the other side. No thats not what I wanted to say. I meant why Effective Communication is the Bedrock of every successful relationship.be it mother and daughter,husband and wife,employee and employer,colleagues at work,friends and family, boyfriend and girlfriends. That is it. Communication is all we have. Are you saying what you mean? Is the other person listening? Does he hear what you are saying? Does he understnad it? Omo it all boils down to Communication.

So my Mum who is so many things to all of us in the extended family. She is the 1st child of our Patriarch and so they all look up to her. She married an only Child my Dad. She and Maami were like mother and daughter... no that is the wrong analogy cos she doesnt have that kind of relationship with my sista or I. They were quite close and the success of the union not to down play what they feel and still feel for each other was due to the unwavering support my Granny gave my Mum. My Mum could never do wrong. She was always right in her Mother in law's eyes. Many people naturally assumed her MIL was her Mother. She lost her own Mother when she was barely 18. She tells everyone who cares to listen she doubts if her mother would have supported her like her MIL did.How many of us can say we have that kind of relationship with our MILs? My Mum could say that.

Growing up in that kind of home where love and support were not restricted to a few due to circumsatnces of birth or marrriage. I expected a GREAT deal of support from my Mum. However I never get what I want or rather as much support as I want from my Mum. I usually wont complain because I have come to realise that somethings dont change. My Mum is who she is. A miracle is not on my prayer list. We love her all the same but she just isnt the regular Mum. Think of anything that a Regular Naija Mum in her late 50s will do and my Mum is very likely to be doing the exact opposite. She is different. She is beautiful she knows it and she rocks.

Wth age however I expect that she will be more receptive to my 'needs'. I'm a Daddy's gal any day. Mum was in Lagos for a burial. She however came in a week before the burial so she has time to rest ,recover from the 4 plus hour trip from Ilorin,see her Grandchildren, catch up with her Sista (who she speaks to eveyday), generally get ready for the burial. She didnt stay at my place. She always stays at her Sista's place cos she doesnt want to be too much of a burden to us. We appreciate that a lot. Besides when we go to work who will take care of her.My Mum is a Diva.I dont have the headache of wondering what she will eat or drink.

To be contiuned.

I have to go now. Tomorrow is Val and I havent bought Dh a card.

Better Late Than Never....

2008-02-08T17:35:00.001+01:00

I can't seem to think of a better title for this post. I can almost not believe I posted last about a month ago. The title of the post however bring memories of some of the crazy fun we had growing up in my perculairly unique family. We have this tremendous ability to laugh at ourselves and find humour where others seek 'spiritual interventions'. Everything or rather almost everything is a joke.

One of my Mum's cousins, lets call him Uncle Jay was finally getting married. He was getting married late (by my family standard). I guess he was in his mid 30s.Late is anything from 25 for the women folks and 30 for the male. We are crazy like that. My Dad married my Mum when he was 26 and she was 25. I have Aunts who married at 21 and 23 and most of the guys married on or before their 30th. I got married 27 and they were already wondering what the problem was cos then 23 year old sista was already looking forward to her 2nd wedding anniversary. This is not to say we dont have a few unmarried Aunts and Uncles but then I would have to think really hard. One more weird fact about my folks we like to keep it in the family i.e within the tribe. I hope this doesnt start a war and horrible comments form Anons o.
I must say this in defence of my family though that our Patriarch dated and almost married an Irish Lady who till today is in touch with the family. Why he didnt marry ? You dont want to know.

Back to Uncle Jay. his wedding invitation card had a Toast;'Better Late than Never..... I honestly can't remeber the rest of theToast but that sure got us cracking and crying and rolling on the floor holding our bellies from laughing too hard. Till today several years after you sure can get a good laugh when you say that phrase, 'Better Late than Never' to any of my folks.

So much has happened while I was away. 36 said goodbye. I hope she finds love and happiness and come back to blogville do a post and make all the Anons crazy. Its Lent and I miss Taureanminx. Will she ever come back?
Let me just stick to my normal way of update after a long absence.

Work

All is well at work or is it? In the past weeks I have had series of emotions about my work and my worth in the labour market. I have felt like resigning and just start selling eggs.I have felt like going back to school to get another degree. That I knew I couldnot do immediately cos I dont have the fees. I already said 4 years time. I wonder how I came up with 4 years sha. My best buddy is going back to school for her LLM this September so that kind of got me thinking about school again and unachieved goals and time lines.
I have also wondered what I have against the Banking sector. Why I havent ever thot of getting a job as a Banker?( I was very broke then and all I could think of was the Fat salaries of Bankers)
I also thought of dusting my wig and gown. Join a Law firm and start practising. But then I realsied all I'm doing now is preparing me for that later cos Law I'm coming back at you.

I also got an offer from my former boss who wants me to come back. That was very tempting I must say but will throw me off tangent again. I decided to see him and we talked and we didnt really agree but then he is suppose to call me back. I'm still waiting.

I finally got confirmed at the office. I got the letter with mixed feelings and all. So many things were begiining to get at me. I usually do not complain. I like to just do my best and hope to be rewarded somehow along the line. For about 2 weeks I just didnt feel like getting up from bed and going to work. I needed a break and I wanted out. I didnt blog about it cos I know it was a temporary thing. Also I love my job.
I'm feeling a lot better about work now. My options are still opened though.

The Boys are doing great.Oldman now goes to Nursery with Senior Boy which is fun. Senior Boy is living up to his Big broda status. He is always looking out for his 'aburo ' which is good. Oldman loves it in Nursery and sings lots of Rhymes for us now. He likes his Teacher and his Spiderman Lunch box.
Senior Boy however has a major assessment in a couple of weeks. He was Four last September so he qualifies to go to The School. I 'm getting all worked up already but I choose to be positive through it all.

This post is gettig too long. I will contiune the update in my next post.
Coming attraction: Show down with my Mum and other tales.
To Solomonsydelle, Kemimamalopes,36,For the Love of me , you asked for it now you have it.

2008 : New Beginnings

2008-01-08T14:36:00.000+01:00

Happy New year!!!!!!!

Finally after procrastinating forever i get to sit down and write. Kudos to all the writers in the house I don't know how you'll do it. I have so many times posted in my head but that was were they stated, in my head.

The children are back after 2 weeks holiday in Ilorin with my folks. The plan was to spend Christmas in Jos with my Folks. Stuffs happen and my Dad is back in Ilorin earlier than we thought he would be. That mean the Jos trip was no longer happening. I come from a family of travellers so some suggested going to Calabar especially since DH was working there for a client who is a major sponsor of all the events and carnivals and all. My Dad already had commitments in the Village and he wasn't too keen on shelving that for Calabar. My Mum was ready to spend the holiday anywhere her children would be.My broda and his wife were not keen on going anywhere else but Jos. My broda can be that dogmatic. Jos is out of the picture lets go elsewhere he says No, how i wish we were going to Jos. Later I realised Jos was a detour to Kaduna where his In Laws live.
Several phone calls and text messages after we realised we all wanted Jos and since it wasn't happening we will all do our thing. The boys left for Ilorin on the 19th and that mean they will be there till after Christmas or possibly New Year if we didn't arrange for them to come back.My broda and his wife spent theirs in the Surulere abode. Dh spent his in Calabar working. I spent mine alone at home wondering why the house suddenly feels so big and empty.Dad spent his on the road to Abuja where he went to take delivery of his latest baby( He is a car freak.)

The children had so much fun in Ilorin. They came back looking fresh and lovely. They were threated like Royalty. I kept calling every hour on the hour. My Mummy had to tell me my constant calling was becoming very irritating. They Nanny went with them and when they got back she point out to be rather nicely at about 1pm in the afternoon that if they were in Ilorin the boys would have has 3 meals and a snack. No wonder they added weight. Even Senior boy who is so fussy with food didn't complain about the Pounded Yam for Lunch daily regime.

DH and I went to get them and though we spent only the night it was good to be home.

2008

Its a new year and I'm so full of hope. Old man is starting play school . He is so excited about it. His voice is more audible now and he is fast becoming a chatterbox like Senior Boy. We also have won the potty training battle. He only wears diapers to bed. Senior Boy doesn't even bed wet again. Its like a miracle what 2 weeks in Ilorin can do.Thanks Mum for your Midas touch.

Its 5 years since I lost my Grandma. We miss her daily. I love you Maami. Rest in peace.

Max and her family are settling down in the states. She is ringing up all the Jemiseye Adetunmbi 's descendants and calling to get the download on each of them. How i happen to know so much about all of them(extended family) I wonder at times.

Work is crazy as usual. The Abuja office will be officially launched on the 14Th of January. This year we will grow and reach greater height. We expect to make our presence felt in the market place.

My former Boss is calling me. He wants a meeting. I will like to hear him out and see what we can do together. All in all it promises to be a good year career wise.

Weight loss is still an uphill battle. I gave up on my diet last year( yes I was on a diet) This year I have resolve to always take cooked meal to work. So far I have been successful doing that. But i still crave the sandwiches,salads and stuffs. I have reduced my consumption of fizzy drinks especially Coca Cola, the real thing.

I'm getting tired and i need to raise my blood sugar. i will go grab some fruits.

Always Sisters.....

2007-11-27T16:10:00.003+01:00

Happy Thanksgivings

2007-11-22T19:09:00.000+01:00

WARNING: This Post may be LONG!!!!!!!

Happy Thanksgiving to y'all.

At the beginning of the month i said i was going to do a Thanksgiving Post everyday. Along the way I bowed to the pressure of work and procrastination. Many times i tried to post but i was just too tired to get my Brain to function well. I justified that with its better not to post than to post incoherently. Today is Thanksgiving day.I have to post even though I'm so TIRED I want to run out of my body.

To make it easy for me I'll do a list.i love making lists and I always have a note book and pencil ready to make my never-ending list. I'm going to List 22 things I'm thankful for. It should be pretty easy abi lets see.

The Gift of Life. I take this gift for granted so many times but with each passing day I thank God for the gift of my LIFE. I'm not any better than so many many who have gone. But by HIS grace he has counted me worthy. I say Thank you.
I give thanks for my Father. He will be going back to the university after about 2 years away for various assignments. 1st was his sabbatical and then Jos. I know he would have loved to stay on in Jos and find some more relevance but the politics is getting to him and he will rather go back to his teaching. He is a good man and a good teacher. I give thanks for him. I give thanks for the gift of reasoning and the ability to withdraw at the right time. For he who fights to run lives to fight another day. This is just the beginning. I love you.
I give thanks for Rose my new Nanny. She is a good girl and I'm grateful for the support she gives to our household. The boys love her and we are all one big happy family.
My Lord Bishop's will was read last Saturday. I give thanks cos the reading went well. There was no fights and despite all the rumours that have being flying that some certain members of the family has being disinherited. They were not and those who didn't get anything cried but it was too late. I give thanks for the children who through it all were united and strong.
I give thanks for my job. I waited this long to mention it so I don't sound like a workaholic. The truth is i love my job. Is it the dream job? No but its not far from it. I enjoy working with my Boss. She is strict but fair. I look up to her in so many ways. When they say female bosses are mean or women don't like working with other women they were not talking about my boss.
I give thanks for my Broda Ibk ( he hate the name) and his wife. They have only being married for about 11 months. Morning shows the day. i expect great things form the 2 of them. I give thanks for the support that he give me. I sound him off on a lot of things and he sure going to be a good head of the family someday howbeit a very STRICT one.
I give thanks for my Sis Max and her family. Ct is back at home and he spoke to me on the phone. He is getting stronger by the day and they should move in the 1st week of December. I still don't have a ticket to go see her despite all my campaign. This just means when I see her it will be a supa duppa holiday for me, London to Minnesota then back to London.
I give thanks for TO. She is Max's friend and Prayer Partner since forever. I think they meat in French School. She is back in Nigeria after 2 years study in Paris. She is looking for a J.O.B. She is like family and I appreciate her support for Max all thru the trials with CT and always. I also give thanks for my friend P.J. She is also my business partner. Thank you for always having my back covered.
I give thanks for Koko. She is our sista from another mother.
I thought this was going to be easy but I give thanks for the more I think the more I realise that its not all gloomy. God has indeed being GOOD to me. I thank God for his Love towards me at all times.
I give thanks for Madame Do Good.( my cousin) as the name implies she is always doing good. She was a year older a couple of days ago. I give thanks for her life and the role she plays in the family. Many more years ahead my dear Cousin
I give thanks for Tee whose hubby decided to whisk away for a romantic weekend in London cos now when she is less busy with the 'activities of the weekend away' she can help me get a dress suit for Senior Boy who is going to be a ring bearer at a wedding in 2 weeks.Why we waited this long to get the suit ? Ask my Oyo man.
I give thanks for my Mum. Even though she is coming this late in the list I love her and I know she loves me too. Love you Mummy see you at Christmas.
I give thanks for my Aunt E. Her life is an example of how determination and hard work pays. I'm proud of ALL your achievements .
I give thanks for my Cousin. I know this time next year when I'm making this list you will have your own testimony.
I give thanks for my Grandmother, though she is has being gone 4 years now she still is very much a part of our life. Her legacy can NEVER be forgotten and all her Prayers God has answered. We love you E.O. I miss you daily.
I give thanks for my other Broda. He is in a Transition at the moment. Expectations and Aspirations. I give thanks cos you have the mind of God and he will direct your path. Just listen and follow his lead.
I give thank for Bloggers and Blogs. Whoever came up with the idea of a Blog? How on earth would I have met 36,Solomonsdyelle,Uzo,Atutu,Araceli, Bimbylads,Boorish,TaureanMinx,Silent Storm,Overwhelmed,London Buki,Princesa,Jeremy,Christain Writer,Mamalopes, A kel,Linda Ikeji, Funmi Iyanda, Molara Woods, Nyemoni, Udy, Pilgrimage to Self, Sara etc etcetc many of who I haven't met physically but ALL of who I feel a connection with. Thank you ALL for coming into my life.
I give thanks cos this is almost over. I didn't know it would be this hard.
I give thanks for my Oyo man.
I give thanks for my boys, Senior Boy and Old man.
I give thanks for all the issues in my life right now cos thorough it all I'm getting better. I give thanks for family and friends who through the year have supported and made me better. Love you lots and God bless you all.

Happy Thanksgiving.

I take hand cover my face.....

2007-11-16T19:15:00.000+01:00

Day 16

I posted last over a week ago. I have being so so very busy at work. The stress level was HIGH. But we thank God Abuja has opened for business. In the last week I have felt so many emotions that even as I write I still feel tired and drained but in all things I give Thanks.

I was deceived by a colleague in the office who in agreement with some courier company promised to deliver in 24hours when they knew it could not be done. I was anxious and expectant and i naively believed all the stories they spun. The wool fell of my eyes and I saw them for the con that they were by then man hours have being lost and my credibility was in ruins but Thank God through it all i took ownership of the problem and was not shy to admit i goofed.

In the past week i was at the point of declaring a colleague missing. She was to fly to Abuja to resume when she came to say she had to travel with her LasserLab puppy. Virgin Nigeria do not carry animals and the notice was too short to get on Aero not that we were sure they will carry Glory and her puppy. She was ready to go by road and off we went on Friday. At about 10.00am on Sunday she wasn't in Lagos and the Abuja guys had not seen her or her puppy. The was going crazy with worry. I couldn't even tell my Boss what was happening when I didn't even know what was happening. I had to call her next of kin and ask if they have heard from her. The tears I shed when I heard her voice on the phone were of relief and victory.
I don't know if i would have survived if anything happened.

My nephew is well and out of the hospital. My sista's plan to relocate to the US has to wait till next month. I still want to go see her more than ever before but i still need a free ticket. I give thanks for that.

The boys love their new Nanny and I give a million thanks for that. If all my hair were a thousand Tongue it wouldn't be enough to give Thanks for the kind of support she renders.

Julie and I finally tied all the knots to our business arrangement. We are daily getting referrals and things are looking up in that direction. I give thanks for friends like sisters and the extra income from that side.

i promise to try and do a daily update but I can see next week will be another crazy week.

My Nephew

2007-11-07T17:54:00.000+01:00

I'm the eldest of four, I have a sista. We love and 'hate' each other almost with the same intensity. We were roommates for 3 years in her 4 years in the University. Our roommates Afoju Ekute Meta( The 3 Blind mice) knew in the early days not to get involved in our bickering and never ending arguments about the most ridiculous of things.

If you opened your mouth to say a word in support of either party Max is usually quick to say cos I'm fighting my sista doesn't make it ok for you to say that. She is my sista you know. The fights ends as fast as they start and we can have so many in a day. It was crazy living with us but we had fun. We had some friends in common and some of each others friends we couldn't stand.

We watched me go in and out of relationship while I allowed her to explore and make friends with all sort of people. She even had a friend nicknamed 'stupid' in her 1st year. That was how stupid the guy was and how naive and trusting my sister is. But she made long lasting friends with Koko, Frances, Ima and so many other people who are like our sisters till.

Max got married before me to a very handsome Jay and they have 2 beautiful children. My post is about their 1st child. CT ( Chubby Tee ) He such a sweet heart.I love him to bits. He has a beautiful simile. Today I give thanks for his life. He has a surgery yesterday to remove a ruptured appendicitis. I woken up on Sunday by my phone going off text message. I saw it was a message from Sis wondering what medication to use for CT who was in pain and throwing up. I suggested oral re hydration to replenish all the lost fluid. I also told her to call my broda in law who is a Paediatrician for more consultation. She decided he will stay home with Jay while she goes to church with his Sister.

I called in the afternoon and Jay told me CT was feeling better and was sleeping. I promised to call my sista later in the evening. We were all thankful he was feeling better and agreed it was best to take him to see the GP on Monday to be on the safe size. As the days went by the pain continued and the stomach swelled and CT began to lose weight. GP couldn't diagnose what was wrong. My sista took him to Queen Elizabeth and they were sent home.When things didn't improve they went to Queen Mary he was there for 4 days no improvement nothing.A scan was done which didn't show anything but Max knew something was not ok with her boy. They were then referred to a St Georges a Specialist hospital where it was decided they will do a laparocopy to see what was up inside CT. They opened him up yesterday afternoon and discovered no only had the appendix change position from the right to the left it had ruptured about 2 days ago and 150ml of mucous was suction out of his 31 month old stomach. He is currently in recovery and my sista is feeling better.

Through it all she was strong and kept a positive confession. I give thanks for the Faith of our Fathers. I give thanks for friends like family who help care for Princess while Max and Jay had to be with CT. I give thanks for the Doctors who listened to a persistent mothers plea to check and check again. I give thanks for all the support from family and friends. I'm most thankful for CT's life and the quick recovery he will have. I give thanks to God for he remains the Faithful. HE indeeds honours his WORDS.

Thank you

I cant Think of a title.

2007-11-06T15:43:00.000+01:00

Day 6

What have i gotten myself into? Daily post is not easy o.

I feel like i have literally had a new baby. Three of our Abuja staff left Lagos today to resume today. The last of the bunch left about 30 mins ago. I also had to also deliver safely 2 med tech safely. Its being a long tortuous journey to this day. I give thanks for Abuja and I know we will only hear good reports from that end.

I feel very tried and stressed but its a good feeling knowing you are affecting life positively.

I also give thanks for Rose our new Nanny who is starting today. I pray your stay will us will be good and we will all be happy together.

I give thanks for closing time is 5pm. I want to go home and rest my achy feet.

see ya'll tomorrow.

Oh what a Day!!!

2007-11-05T19:14:00.000+01:00

Day Four

I was going to put up a post yesterday but Blogger just would not cooperate and I didnt have the patience. I was holding on tightly to the last days of my weekend. The boys are coming abck tomorrow.

I was at a baby dedication in the evening and I give thanks for the gift of LIFE. The newness and the joy that comes with the birth of a new child. Hope that tomorrow will be better. Thank God for new beginings.

Day Five

Today is just one of those crazy mondays. I give thanks for Mondays. Mondays are my favourite day of the week. I feel so much hope and will to take thw world and conquer on Mondays. It's a new week, so much to do , goals to meet, appointments to keep, lives to affect and change. Monday mornings are beautiful morning bright and full of hope.

My boys are home already and I cant wait to see then. Still searching for a replacement and hopefully before the week runs out we will have one.

I give thanks for monday morning.

Thank You

2007-11-03T13:46:00.000+01:00

Day Three

I was almost not going to post today cos its just one of those very busy days I have 2 weddings, a meeting with my Boss , hubby to pick up and market runs. I hate going to the market but I love shopping. What an Irony.

I'm having challenges with getting a new Nanny and I work full time but in all things I give thanks.

I'm thankful for Mama next door who has 'adopted' me and my boys.

She has being babysitting for me for about a week. Old man reports at her door just before Dh head for work and Senior Boy joins him there when he gets back in the afternoon. I pack cooked food,sandwiches,caprisonne,2 change of clothes etc etc so we don't over burden Mama. When I arrive to pick the boys at about 6.30 -7.00pm they ready for bed and in their Pjs.

I'm grateful and I say thank you Mama for your support.

I was home alone yesterday.I sent the boys to my Aunt for the long weekend. They are on half term holidays. Dh is in Abuja for work and he's back as I write. The house because twice its size and the silence was so loud I almost went deaf. The bed was strange also cos when Dh is away the boys get to sleep with me but I was home alone. I didn't enjoy the being alone as much as I thought I would.

I'm thankful for my family Dh, Senior Boy and Old man. The noise and the cries they bring into my life. Now DH is back we will have the house to ourselves but I know he will want the boys back tomorrow but I'm not having it they stay till Tuesday at my Aunt. Hopefully by then we will have a new Nanny.

I give thanks for my Aunt. I apprecaite her support and love. I give thanks for the New Nanny wherever you are hurry , my boys and I need you.we cant wait to have you in our lives and in our home.

My Darling Daddy

2007-11-02T15:12:00.000+01:00

Day Two

Today I'm giving thanks for the number man in my life( pls don't crucify me but Dh understands). Yes I'm an original Daddy's girl. i love my father I no go lie. He is 57 years old today and he doesn't look a day older that 45. I remember his numerous visit to my hostel in those day and people actually thought he was my 'Aristo'. I have a very close relationship with my Dad and we talk about everything almost everything. He has always allowed us the children to express ourselves. My family is a 'strange' one but in a good way( I like to believe). You are not allowed to talk back rudely but we actually have freedom of speech.

I'm thankful for my Daddy who didn't restrict my intellect but encouraged me to be all I possibly can hope to be. He is still challenging me to do more even till date.

I give thanks for the good example you showed us. You answered most all our questions and showed us we can do it. For the bad examples also I say thank you cos through them we know what to expect and how to react. You are not perfect but I love you the way you are.

For loving my mummy so much even after over 30 plus years and always looking out to make her happy. I'm thankful.

I remember one of the life lesson you taught us , somethings are RIGHTS and others are PRIVILEGES. I had just finished Secondary School in 1993. I made all my papers and I got admission in to the University. We all know the 90's was a period of decay in the Universities. Strikes after Strikes after Strikes. Everybody and I mean everybody I knew was going abroad for their degree programme. I could not understand why my Lecturer father will not see the light and send me to UK or US to school. You simple reason was you could not afford it. Your excuse didn't hold water as far as I was concerned. I bugged him day and night and tried all the tricks in the book.My mother was also on my side and my siblings all wanted to have the pleasure of saying my sista is abroad.

Early one morning at about 5.30a you came into my room and woke me up. Told me to get dress and get into the car. We were going somewhere.My brodas and sista joined us too. I nervously followed as we all got into your Benz 200 diesel. My mum looked on curiously wondering where he was taking us that early in the morning. We drove in silence all the way to Oja Oba right at the Palace of the Emir( I grew up in Ilorin) where he packed the car . Just as the car slowed down to park we were immediately swarmed with men,women and children who wanted to know what services we required. Once he waved them away the lecture started.

He told us those children were born just like us by parents who by choice or fate can not afford to nurture or care for them. He said they were labourers and their daily pay was less than 500 bucks. We all had a choice of getting out of the car and join them if we feel that what he was providing for us as a father was inadequate. He then explained how much he earned as a lecturer and how he can not afford to start something he cant finish. He asked how much I thought a degree programme in UK or US will cost. How he will come up with the money on his salary as a Teacher when he was not feeding aft on government money. he told us it wasn't the University that matter but the drive. What are you going to make out of your life with the resources available to you no matter how limited they are. He told us we were no less disadvantaged by the fact that we were in Nigeria. we just have to make sure we have the extra edge and strive at perfection in all we do.

It was our RIGHT as his children that he provides for us the basic things we need in life shelter, food and education. He however has a choice to be responsible or not. It was however a PRIVILEGE if he decides to send us abroad to UK considering that it was beyond his means or to buy a car for you upon graduation or send you abroad every summer.

I give thanks for that day and for how that changed my perspective till date.

Even as you celebrate today I wish you long life and good health. There is so many more good years ahead and your dreams will come true. You will leave to see many many more of your grandchildren and even great grand children. Happy birthday Daddy.

Thank you.

In all things give Thanks

2007-11-01T12:14:00.000+01:00

This is the month of Thanksgiving. The years is fast coming to an end. I'm taking audits and planning for the year(s) ahead. I'm going to be doing a post everyday about all the things I'm thankful for. This is going to be a challenge as it will mean writing a post everyday but there is a lot to be thankful for.

Day One

I got a call yesterday from a friends lets call him Wale. We were both in Uni together. After Law school while all my colleagues were going for interviews in all the top law firms and grabbing all the 'juicy' jobs, I was getting ready to push senior boy out. I felt sad and happy at the same time. I was happy to be a mother but sad and wondering if my career will ever take off . Some folks even commented to my hearing wondering why i was just content with staying home and raising my son while guys who didn't know as much as me were all practising.I asked myself so many questions, will I ever be able to live up to those words I wrote in our class year book when they asked what will you be doing in 15 years, will ever get a job, will I ever 'catch up '?

As soon as Senior Boy clocked One I began to actively look for a job. Wale had 'my dream' job at that time. He was working as a Judicial Assistant to one of the most respected Senior Judges in Lagos State. I tried all I could to get a job as a judicial assistant.I knew I would thrive in that role. The nerd in me will finally hold sway. Reading Law reports all day and researching for precedents. I will also not work weekends and close at 4pm. Most Courts stop sitting at about 3pm anyways.I will be working in Ikeja driving against traffic to and from work. I had it all worked out in my head. But I didn't get the job. It was man know man and I didn't know man enough.

I told Wale then if he ever heard of a vacancy or he ever wanted to leave his job he should let me know. He called me yesterday to offer me his job.He was leaving his Judge , moving on to private practise and was shopping for his replacement. He called to keep his promise to me.

I give thanks for friends like Wale who will keep their words even after about 4 years plus.

I stopped to consider the offer for about 2 hours yesterday but realised that it was coming 3 years late. July 2008 I will be 5 years at the Bar. I on a journey on another road and hopefully all will be well at the end. Law will be there when I'm good and ready and we will reunite like old lovers. You and I forever together but I will dictate my terms not some old Senior who thinks he is doing me a favour for allowing me tutelage under him.

I give thanks for unknown tomorrow, the today I could not see in September 2003. I'm thankful for hindsight, cos now I see that all things work together for my good. I give thanks for Senior boy and for all the joy he brings to my life. Though I didn't get 'my dream job' or work in a top law firm, I'm happy and fulfilled. I also give thanks for the future I can not begin to imagine or phantom.

See you tomorrow for another Thanksgiving Tale.

Update

2007-10-27T13:47:00.000+01:00

Its being a very busy 3weeks for me. Solomonsydelle and Catwalq have asked for an update and that exactly what you all will get an update.

Home Front

DH will be arriving from Calabar in a couple of hours and I need to hurry up and pick him up at the airport. I spent the better part of this morning in the kitchen cooking up a storm and I hope he appreciates it. Old man has said 'thank you ' already but demanding for food as soon as he saw the pots sizzling away. His future wife just must know how to cook.

Senior boy has started piano lessons in school which is good. He seems to enjoy it and he likes Mr. Taiwo the music teacher. He says he wants to learn the drums too.My friend Tani's son too is keen about drums and we are thinking of buying a drum set. The cheapest in the market is 36 grand and we are not sure we want to spend so much on an instrument. what if they lose interest? who will house the drums? are we ready for the noise from the rehearsals. We decided a cheaper and better option is to find someone with a drums set who is willing to teach children under 4 years old. We are still looking.

I had to go to Ilorin during the week and even though I spent just a night at home I enjoyed every minute of it. I wish we could all go and live there permanently. DB is ok and we didn't have any of our fights. Someone is getting more matured I must say. We had a nice mother daugther chat and we agreed on every issue. I'm so proud of myself.

Our nanny says she is leaving. I was disappointed but she can go if she likes. My boys will never 'leave'. I asked her these morning what time she will be going and she said she will be staying another week. I'm already looking for replacement. The boys will miss her cos she is good with them but life goes on. And like my mum will say with each passing day the Boys are growing older and less dependent on a Nanny. Its all a matter of time.

My sista and her family are moving to the US next month. Her hubby has done nothing but complain for the 2 years plus they lived in the UK. He is finally going back to his US of A. Packing is in progress and I wish I could just go and see her before they go. Any one with a free return ticket to London wondering what to do with it?

Work

Work is ok. New challenges everyday and I'm loving it. I love work yes o I'm one of them. Abuja office will be opened in a couple of days and excitement is in the air. I'm having major issues with some of the staff but nothing we cant work out.

I have decided to go back to school full time in 4 years time. Its crazy but yes its all part of the big picture and Nonesuch having it all campaign.I'll fill you guys in as the plans unfold.

Thinking of how to make some extra money on the side. any ideas?

This will be all for now. Dh's flight will be arriving soon. I don't want to keep him waiting.

My friend as a bun in the oven. She about 5 weeks gone. I'm so excited for her. The Baby is due in July and I so want the baby to share my birthday. Two of my friends have had their babies on my birthday and another a day after.I'm already putting together a care pack which I'm sending to Kaduna on Monday. I'm so happy for her.

Can a Woman have it all....?

2007-10-06T14:19:00.000+01:00

I woke up this morning angry,( I went to bed angry by the way). My anger was fuelled by the fact that the singular most important man in my life( there are many important men in my life) could just not read the handwriting on the wall.The details of which are irrelevant to this post. I make it a point to strike when the iron is hot cos by nature once that moment is lost and I'm no longer fuming it is gone. I can not hold malice or bear a grudge; ask me a week or a couple of hours after the occurrence and i might not be able to tell what it was that set me off even when I'm hurting badly ( but I'm becoming a a fast learner which is bad).
I said my piece in anger and stormed out of the room to carry on with other chores.

As I rode to work all I could think of how 'marginalised' i felt and at what point will enough be enough especially when the other person doesn't seem to take you seriously. I thought of all the married women I knew my mother inclusive and all the 'issues' they all seem to have. I also reflected on the ones in public life, the Okonjo Iweala, Dora Nafadac, Oby etc etc etc and wondered what 'breed' their men were. What issues do they have to grapple with? Are they really happy or is it all a facade? Do they really have it all? By that I mean, successful marriage, careers and good children? Cos for me success in one and not the other isn't it. You have to have it all. i dont agree with that saying that as a woman you have to make a choice career or marriage. That all bullsht. I also don't agree a woman who can be working and making a difference or be an employer of labour should just stay home and take care of the children even though I agree its a lot of hard work.I asked myself, Can a woman have it all? Can Nonesuch have it all?

I got to the office and met a few of my colleagues ( all women ) having a chat. We were all married and I don't need to tell you what the hot topic of debate was. Uzo*'s marriage will be 30 years in December and Dupe* has being juggling all the balls for 13 years. Mo* and I have being married for 5 years. And from all that i gathered we all had issues, insecurities, and a desire for more.We also wanted to know if a woman can have it all. Uzo who has being at it for longer is more cynical. She is of the opinion that you cannot change a man and all you need to do is accept him the way he is and love him for who he is. Let me quote her, ' all those women you see are they really married? Most of them are just co habiting' that was her response to the women who appear to have it all. Dupe told a story of a classmate of hers who made a First Class Distinction about 20 years ago and whose husband says she couldn't go for a Masters Degree, let alone work. Bear in mind that women are about 48% of our population o. Isn't it foolish to make this percentage redundant like some would like?Dupe's is very unhappy and bitter but her children tell her not to worry they will make her proud by aspiring for all she wanted and more. African women just know how to take it in their strides and keep up appearances.Mo talked about a friend's mum who went back to school in her 40s and who is a Professor now.She married a man 20 year older than her. At the time he was busy building his career she was home having children. Now is old with Prostrate issues she is going after her dreams. ( that is almost funny) I know so many old miserable men with wives all over the world pursuing a careers in old age or taking care of their grandchildren while Baba has Okon the cook to keep him company. We went on and on and we didn't agree on anything but the fact that we all love our men. This Love they say is the reason we forgive and look the other way even when we know we deserve better. This love is why we are most times willing to help nurture and fulfill his dreams and aspiration when he doesn't even have a clue what your best food is or what shoe size you wear or understand why you so want to get another degree.This Love is why we get knocked up and start having children and put our careers on hold when he goes abroad for an MBA ( women have done that since forever and some are still doing it in the 21st century) even when our fathers are disappointed wondering what bug bit his daughter. This love is why you face VI traffic everyday, get home tired but still get into the kitchen to cook for him but he comes home and all he notices is that you smell of egusi.

The conversation was cut short when I had to go and attend to some issues and as I was going back to my desk a senior colleague from the office next door asked if I was free to attend an event with her.I accepted even though in my head I was wondering what did I just get myself into. I have a 1,001 chores to do and 1,002 people to see. But little did i know that I had an appointment with destiny ,luck whatever you might call it.My appointment was Ibukun Awosika even though i have know her for about 4 plus years now she was saying something I needed to hear. I was at the event for about 15 mins but it was worth every second. She talked to me directly and I'm glad I listened.

I know now without a D.O.U.B.T in my mind that a woman can have it all. Nobody said it will be easy but yes it is achievable. She is an example that you can do it all. I'm not going to settle for less. I'm NOT giving up on my Oyo man he will read and comprehend that which is written on the wall. Maybe he needs a dictionary or a thesaurus or a language instructor but he will read and understand. And at the end of the day it will be worth all the sacrifices and the 'scars' in my heart will all be part of the success story.

Update and What's a Mum to do ?

2007-09-25T06:47:00.000+01:00

Senior Boy was 4 on Saturday and he asked for a Bicycle in a roundabout way. He asked, Mummy can you buy a bicycle? Like he will ask if I could jump or something. If my answer was Yes I can then He would have asked me to buy one to prove that I could indeed buy a Bicycle.I wonder whose side of the family he got that from. Anyways I was going to bite the bait. I answered No and that ended the conversation.

His Dad however without talking to me about it bought 2 shiny bicycles for the boys on Saturday. I wasn't even home when the bicycles arrived so imagine my surprise when I walked in and saw Senior Boy peddling away and Old man trying to get an hang of peddling. I glad Senior Boy got his birthday wish but which one is Old man's own? But if we wanted Senior Boy to enjoy his bike and we don't want a War to start in the house Old man had to get a bike. He is that bad and yes we need to deal with it. Sharing is still very alien to his vocabulary. Daddy is their number one hero now cos he got them the Bikes when Mummy said no. I'm jealous of the boys cos all they need to do is ask and they receive. I have to do more than drop hints atimes and I still get nothing.

Senior Boy is back in school and I think i have a crisis in my hands. All he wants to do after school is watch cartoon all evening. Bed time is messy affair with tears and fake ailments suddenly striking him and all sorts of drama. It was so bad yesternite that I had to withdraw watching TV during school nights.( i just turned into my Mum) No more TV during school night. He is allowed to play outside and ride his bike on the' concrete garden'( what do u call ur backyard that is all cemented and has little shrubs growing from pots?) but bed time is still 7.30pm so he has 15 mins for his tears and drama and he can finally be asleep at 8.00pm. We didn't have issues about going to bed before the holidays and I guess as he grows older and becomes more vocal he is beginning to question me and I really must not lose grounds. The battle ahead is for the strong men.

Old man is still very cooperative and understands and follows the simple of instruction of time to kiss Mummy Goodnight and go to bed. I 'm dreading the days when he will begin to question his bedtimes but before then I need to get it right with Senior Boy. Like they say if the 1st is on the right path it easier to get the rest of the crew on that same path.

We talked about it last night and Senior Boy know no more Ben 10, Kim Possible, Samuri Jack,Kids Next Door, Robot Boy and American Dragon on a school night. Weekends I also intend to restrict. What activities ( that does not involve me commuting to and from Lagos traffic) can u get a 4 year old engaged with aside school lessons? Any ideas?

Happy Birthday My Darling

2007-09-22T11:14:00.000+01:00

My baby is FOUR years old today and I'm on top of the world. Senior boy is my 1st child and 1st son and cos of my position in the extended family he is the 1st Great Grandchild of the Patriarchs and Matriarchs. My maternal Grandmother who raised me ( yes o I be village chick) died a couple of days after I found out I was pregnant.I cried more from the thot that she will never get to hold my child after all her prayers were answered NONE of us will have to deal with infertility.( story for another day)

The pregnancy was pure bliss and everybody was carrying the baby with me. My Dad almost became a permanent fixture in our house.Showing up in Lagos at the drop of a hat and reporting back to my Mum every thing he noticed. She is not gaining weight , the tummy isn't big,she is overworking herself, her feet seem swollen, she should be due by now. The craziness went on and on and believe it they were with DH on the phone all through the delivery. Senior Boy gave his grand entrance at 3.25am turned my life around. I have experienced all extremes of emotions in the past 4 years. Love unstoppable, Fear indescribable,Joy Unfounded,and the pain and the tears but through it all I couldn't have asked for a better you. You are just right for me.

The tribe celebrated his birth is so many ways. My parents had a party even before the naming. The Patriarch sent 40 tubers of yam from 3 states away for the Naming. DH was embarrassed by the way my folks took over the whole show. I'm sure he is used to our Drama and execessiveness now after 5 years and 2 namings.

Right from then I knew without a doubt that you are destined from GREATNESS. You brought with you immerse goodwill and favour for the family. You are loved and adored by many. You have growth is amazing your vocabulary is rather colourful. Your love for music is inspiring and the way you love me is like no one else.You talk so much its irritating but who is complaining I haven't stopped talking too.

Even though these are still the early days I 'm proud of your achievements. I remember the 1st time you counted to 10. Now you can do much more than that. You are so bright and excited about learning I'm comforted that all the sacrifices is worth it. You are a natural leader and you love your brother even when Old man makes it hard for you to love him.( Like when he wants to play with your toys or when I insist you let him have the toys so he doesn't have a fit) I remember you asking me is everything for Old man now? Are you asking me to give him so he wont cry? You will fight for him and you defend him fiercely even when he has made you cry.

My son, my heir I'm proud of you . I thank God for your life. I ask the most Benevolent to give me all I need to raise you to be the man you have being created to be. Love you my Senior Boy. i don't know it all and believe me I wish there was a Manual but I'm willing to learn and hope that I don't make so many mistakes. I hope you never have any doubts about my love and devotion to you.I'm so looking forward to the teenage years with fear and trembling.

Happy Birthday my boy and Yes I can buy a bicycle but I wont.

AntiClimax

2007-09-13T14:11:00.000+01:00

'Never ever write a letter (in this case a post) whenever you are angry , sad, happy, or in love.' wise words from Abuja Walkabout.

So I'm not going to write about what happened yesterday.

Its enough to say it was an anticlimax.

5 years and Counting

2007-09-12T14:37:00.000+01:00

Today its 5 years that I said, I do. I remember how we meet and the whirlwind romance.I remember asking you that morning minutes before we walked into the Registry if you were sure you wanted to go ahead with the wedding. It is a big bold decision I said and I will understand if you if we should wait awhile.You assured me I need not fear, that I was more than enough for you. You couldn't have made a better choice you said.

I wanted a small quite wedding with just a couple of witnesses from both sides. I remember you were so not convinced that we were going to get our wish. My Aunt had an ace up her sleeve. How could I be getting married without a reception,cakes and dancing. One after the other her friends and family showed up at the Registry is Purple gele. After the vows were said she announced that was going to be a reception at the Restaurant near by. We were shocked beyond words and could not comprehend what part of small and quite my folks didn't understand. The reception was grand and there was Cake and dancing and my Flo J's Hubby (then Boyfriend) recited a beautiful poem in our honor.

We couldn't have asked for a better wedding day.

Five years and 2 boys after I thank God I made the choice to marry you. This is not to say we don't have our drama. ( we have enough to last 2 lifetimes) But through it all your Love and Respect has never being in question. ( OK may be a couple of times) You have supported and helped nurture my hopes and my dreams. (even if i dont acknowledge your contributions loud enough) You have being a stabilising factor to my hot head. You love me unconditionally and most importantly you hold no grudge.Even when the 'storms' of live come raging , threatening to consume us, I never lost faith in your God given ability to get us to the promise land.
We are not at the destination yet but I know we will get there. (Though battered and bruised yet never giving up knowing all that we experience are together making us better)

For the gift of loving me unconditionally I say thank you. For the Boys( Senior Boy and Old Man) who make my life complete and makes all the sacrifices worthwhile I will forever be grateful. For the insight you give to my worrying heart and the words you use to express my unfounded fears. For cheering me on in the race of life and helping me build 'this house' brick after brick.For constantly telling me what will worrying do?, whats the worse that can happen?, why do you like chasing shadows, why must you always have a Plan ? I wish to hate you.
For loving the Boys more than me ,I'm' jealous'.For loving your Mum the way you do, I reassured. For letting me make my own mistakes and not saying I told you so ,I'm glad( cos I cant resist gloating) For not being the R in Romance and not making an effort most time I want to scream URRRGHHH!!!!!

Even as we look forward to the next 5 years I wish above all things that it will be well with you. That you will make more efforts on the little things that count. That you will reach out for more because you have all you need to live a life of SIGNIFICANCE cos that what really matters.I wish that you will listen to me more and realise that 'I'm always right'. That you will fulfill purpose. That you will be willing to hear me talk even if you just want to roll over and sleep. More than anything else that we will be united in discipline when the boys are concerned and that you will stay and help me nurture and watch them grow.

Happy 5th Wedding Anniversary.

Question Meme

2007-09-05T16:42:00.000+01:00

I copied this from Princesa's blog and the questions got me thinking. Lets go

I am..... a goal getter
My ex boyfriend was....' too good to be true'
Maybe I should......have another baby
I love.... food, books and TV
I don't understand..... homosexuality, suicide ,terrorism
I lost my....innocence. ( don't trust anybody)
My current boyfriend is......my husband
People say I'm .... s strong woman
Love is .....selfless and unconditional
Somewhere, someone is.... making a difference
I will always ....love food
Forever is .....scary
I never want to ..... be unable to figure a way out
I think the current President is .... just there( I still cant figure him out)
When I wake up in the morning ....I want to go right back to sleep
Life is full of....uncertainties
My past is ......a closed book
I get annoyed when.... people don't take me seriously
Parties are for...eating and meeting people
Girls are.... the best
Sex is..... 'life changing' and loads of responsibilities ( though over rated)
I wish... I didn't have to worry about money
Tomorrow I'm going to .....drag DH school shopping
I really want some .... more money
I have no tolerance for people who ......are lazy, self absorbed and who don't listen
I am not ..... petty
If I had a million dollars.....I would buy a patent off an inventor and hire a financial consultant so I don't ever go broke
My job makes me....wish for more and wonder how can I make a difference?

Ilorin Afonja !!

2007-09-03T13:43:00.000+01:00

I was born in Lagos but I grew up in Ilorin. I love that town. I was there again several weekends ago and I fell in love with it all over again. Ilorin is the capital of Kwara State for those who don't know.The people are mostly Yoruba who can trace their roots to Oyo Alafin. We also have the Fulanis who are direct descendants of the Uthman Dan Fodio I guess. There was a War several centuries ago and somehow the Gambaris became the Ruling class and till date we have Emirs in Ilorin as against Oba in most Yoruba speaking town in the South West of Nigeria. The Gambaris are still the Royal Family. We large family. I remember Zulait Gambari from Primary school. I wonder where she is now?!

I love Ilorin for so many reasons. Let me count the ways ( that sounds like one of those cards my Aunt used to get from her husband (then boyfriend) some 15 years ago. That guy was the R in Romantic.

Life in Ilorin is very peaceful. Despite the fact that over 90% of the indigene are Muslims there has being very very few religious schisms in Ilorin.
The people are very accommodating. More than 80% of the work force in most parastal and business are non indigenes (Kogi, and other States) esp in the University though this is beginning to change. More and more Ilorin are now in the elms of affairs.
There are very good schools in Ilorin USS , The adorable,FGC Ilorin, Adesoye College in neighbouring Offa to mention just a few. The old students are all over the world making waves. Stand up to be counted.
The University of Ilorin is one of the best 2nd generation Universities in Nigeria at the moment. The community is a very vibrant one and there was a time the MBA was hot cake. MBA from Unilorin was like LBS then. Work in progress to revamp its old glory.
There are 2 major roads in the town IBRAHIM TAIWO and MURITALA MUHAMMED Roads. Once you enter town through Gari Alimi you join upper end of Taiwo Road all the way to the Lower end which links you to Emir's road or the Station(The Railway Station in the good old days) while Station burst out to Muritala Muhammed Road. Unity Road now Wahab Folawiyo Road links Taiwo Road with Muritala Muhammed road. Its so funny. you can link everywhere once you are on either of this roads. So u can ever get lost.
Ilorin is very clean and tidy. There are no litter on the road. Little or no Pollution apart from Asa Dam area where we have the Industrial areas.
Food is relatively cheap and affordable.When I'm in town I go on a shopping spree my Mum can't stop wondering.
There is no traffic in Ilorin
Ilorin is a safe and nice place to raise children.Morals are still very high and the it takes a village to raise a child is still very real there
They have a 'good' University Teaching Hospital with one of the best pool of Naija's medical professionals. I will still go there to see my dentist Dr Parakoyi (where in the world is Ajibola Parakoyi? I know Martin is a Doctor in UITH)
There is a' good' bookshop in Ilorin Lara Bookshop has being around forever and Challenge Bookshop also has a good mix.
There is this local food joint on the Mini Campus of Unilorin OPC that has the best Tuwo Shinkafa and nice curly black ponmo soaked in stew.... you should try it
We now have 3 Mr Biggs outlet in Ilorin which is Mega if you ask me before we had Friends, Peacocks( they still have the best Meat pie in the world if you ask me) Royals, Rushmeals etc
We have nice hair salons and good hair stylist that can give Bobby Eke a run for his money. Robert of Funbert and the girls at JMK are just superb
Ilorin has an International Airport. I remember flying from Ilorin to connect flight in Lagos to London and back when I was younger. Pilgrims are still being air lifted there every year
Ilorin Lawyers are sound and hawt. Laolu Alli SAN, Wole Olanipekun SAN, Bayo Ojo SAN, Awomolo SAN,and those on the Bench are smoking Isa Ayo Salami, Sade Ojo, Fabiyi Oyeyipo etc etc
Ilorin Township Stadium is beautiful. We have an Olympic size swimming pool.Remember The Akinremi gals, Bisi Afolabi?
Growing up in Ilorin was so much fun and i cherish the memories

Even though I'm not from Ilorin, I feel every bit like an indigene and I'm proud to from Ilorin Afonja and yes 'mouth' is sure sweeter than honey.

Once Upon a Time...

2007-08-28T13:04:00.000+01:00

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.

Old Man

2007-08-27T12:33:00.000+01:00

WARNING: THIS IS A VERY LONG POST

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.

TIGF

2007-08-24T14:23:00.000+01:00

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.

Others

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.

The Long weekend is over

2007-08-18T14:44:00.000+01:00

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 Meme

2007-08-13T12:53:00.000+01:00

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
yogurt
biscuits
sandwiches again
muffins

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

Five things you like doing

traveling
reading
talking with friends
shopping
cooking
surfing the net

Five things i would never wear

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

Five Favourite toys

my cell phone
telly
my diary
computer
camera

The Dinner and The Wedding Night

2007-08-10T18:47:00.000+01:00

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

A season of Soyinka

2007-07-31T07:09:00.000+01:00

The season ended on Sunday at TerraKulture( Theatre@Terra -there will be productions there every Sunday henceforth. God bless u BAP) I thoroughly enjoyed myself at the play. The cast was brilliant and it brought back nostalgic feeling of my days in UI when at the end of every session the Theatre Arts Students had their numerous productions which was free of course and you would think I was going for an exam too the way I would rush to get a good seat and watch the various performers paint on my mind and reasoing through every word, dance, song and movements that they displayed on stage. I successfully dragged hubby along though he was reluctant and For the love of me kept praying with me that he doesn't change his mind at the last minute. You never know with my Ibadan man.

Apart from seeing the play , I had earlier in the week agreed with a fellow blogger to meet at the venue.We developed a unique friendship over the weeks, our medium of communication being emails. We exchanged 1st names and nothing else, no digits, no pictures nothing but I was sure beyond sure that when I see her I would know her. My guts don't lie. I saw her and I knew it was her. Hubby in his usual self thot I was wrong and couldn't comprehend why we didn't at least exchange digits or pictures. The hall was full to capacity he said how do u pick out someone you have never met out in this crowd he retorted. I waited till the end of the show and walked up to her and asked if she was who I thot she was and Alas! she was the one. I was so happy to finally put a face to all the words and again my guts don't lie.I pride myself to be very intuitive. We spoke for a short while and I was off.

That meeting to me was the best part of the Season of Soyinka next will be Immaculate Jero's yahoozee dance steps. It was simply hilarious. Well done Laspapi.

PS: I will conclude the wedding log in my next post.

The Wedding ,Reception & Kai Amarya

2007-07-25T18:29:00.000+01:00

Its the morning of the wedding. The wedding consist of saying the Fatiah(sic) prayer and that is it really. The men all set out to Funtua (that is where the Bride is from) where they will observe the Friday Jumat along wt the saying of the wedding Fatiah which will be at about past 2pm in the afternoon. The women folk up North generally say their prayers at home it the men that must go to the Mosque for prayers. The Bride spent the better part of the morning saying prayers. She was understandably nervous.

Then the calls started coming congratulating her and wishing her well. She looked at me and say ...I have joined your club o I'm married. I congratulated her and gave her a hug. We then had to start preparing for the Reception.The reception is also all women affair. We all get dressed in our laces and all. The venue was decorated in an Hausa Traditional theme. The was the calabash cravings, raffia table mats with sweets and kola flowing out of them and the lighting was really cool.The hall was filled with friends, family and well wishers. Music was provided by 2 local musicians and one was a woman who sang beautiful India folk songs Uzo would have being in Bollywood heaven no doubt.

The bride was called to sit at the High table and her Aunts and friends were invited to join her and yours truly was one of them.Pls note that the MC was a woman and the video coverage person was a woman also.All that gist about Northerner woman I think is exaggerated o.We then had the buffet with the Bride leading us to the table.
After eating we hit the dance floor again to dance and be merry. The reception was over at about 5pm and we had to return home for Kai Amarya(conveying of the Bride) which is the main event.

No sooner did we get home that the Bride's Step Mum Aunt came to tell hr she had just a couple of minutes left in the house she was to get ready for the Kai Amarya. I was ordered to pack my suitcase as i was going with her and will be spending her 1st night as a married woman with her. She was very reluctant and didn't understand the urgency and I was equally puzzled that a friend was required to spend the night with her; accompany her there yes but spend the night there No where will the Groom be? I was promptly educated. The groom isn't allowed to see his Bride on the 1st night. He would see her at the Dinner tomorrow and if he is lucky spend the night with her. Whao!
We quickly gathered the rest of her stuffs and loaded the car. We needed to get to the Grooms house when there was nobody there and the Groom's party who are coming for her should not meet her in the house. They will come for a fake bride while the real Bride would have arrived way ahead of them.

We were followed to the Grooms house by the Mothers and Aunties. Someone dashed in to certify the coast was clear. She isn't suppose to meet anyone in the house. She then walked in amidst prayers. She was ushered into the bedroom and she sat all quite and near tears on the bed. Her Aunties all sat on the floor and prayers were said. Then it was time to say bye.The floodgate opened and she wept. She held on to her Step mum and would not let go. They both cried and cried and cried. There was no dry eye in the room. It was very emotional.

The woman soon left and it was just us, the Bride, Umi, D, and I. We soon put her at ease and gist started. H her sista joined us later and D left for home so The bride, Umi ,H and I spent the wedding night together. We didn't sleep till 2am though

Oh wat a day.

4 events gone 2 to go.

Sa Lalle

2007-07-20T18:24:00.000+01:00

The bride is my one of my friends. We met in Bwari village in 2003 half way through our program at the Law school. Those days are gone never to return. Life in Bwari was 'short, brutish', and all about passing the Bar exams. Her room which she shared with her sista was just a few doors away from mine. We soon got together to study and in turned developed a friendship that continues to blossom till date.

I met the groom last September when I went up North for the Introduction of my broda.He was very warm and pleasant and it was quite easy to talk to him. Apparently his beauty has told him about him and vice versa.It wasn't difficult to see he why he was special and i couldn't help but ask in my characteristic blunt manner when the wedding would be. i also went ahead to set a date of mid 2007. Heaven must have said Amen cos today they are man and wife.

I was back in the North in January I was again up North for my Broda's wedding and my friend was aware crossing the tees and doting the iiiis for the wedding. Excitement was in the air even when i spoke wt her and her sista.
She came to Lagos a couple of times during the planning but somehow we didn't get to see. The date was fixed and all roads lead to Anguwa Rimi.

i took the 1st flight out of town there was so much activity lined up to celebrate the wedding in customary Hausa tradition. The grooms family are very much into tradition so we were going all the way. I was excited for my friend and happy to be part of the experience. A mutual Friend of ours was on the same flight and her brodas were waiting to pick us at the airport. she was travelling with her children so we had our hands full.

I got to the Bride's home and she was so happy to see me. Everybody knew who I was even though I was meeting most of them for the 1st time. I recognised so many faces from pictures and I was glad to finally match voices over the phone with faces.It was a very warm and rousing welcome. A good sign of things to come. I went to see the Bride and dear Salla was perfecting her henna painting craft. she was doing the legs and then the arms and all. I looked on has she drew lines after line and rows of shapes and flowers her hands unshaken straight and perfect. It was indeed Salla at her best.

That was the final part of the preparations that had started very early in the morning. She has sat on incense in purification rites,waxed and removed all bodily hair that were considered to be obstructive, and she was oiled and massaged to a shimmering perfection. She was indeed ready for her groom.

The 1st major event of the wedding proceeding was the Sa Lalle wch literally means applying henna on the Bridewas that evening. This event was going to take place in her Grandma's house. The groom's family is suppose to according to tradition, bring henna and perfume and all wat nots to adorn their bride. The brides Aunts and Mothers will be there also offering advise and praying for her. Before the Ango's family can get access to the Bride they have to pass through the 'gates' and cross the 'hurdles' mounted by the Amariya's friends of which yours truly was at the fore front. You would think I understood the language.Language was not a barrier we all knew why we were there. Most interesting was one of the Bride's friend who happens to be a niece of the groom. She joined in the haggle for the gate fee and her folks asked jokingly which side of the divide she was representing and she gleefully told them she was there for her friend the Amariya. The door to the room where Dij sat all covered up was not opened till some good old naira changed hands. The women went in sprayed her with perfume and all then she was ushered out of the room in company of her friends to the dance floor where a local crooner was busy with his band.Trust me Yoruba owambe chick it wasn't long before i was grooving to the music sprain ankle long forgotten.

All that the amariya wore that even from the atampa(ankara) and veil and slippers were provided by the Ango's family. In line with tradition she would give it all away to an old lady within the family for prayers and more blessings.

The dancing and eating continued till late in the night.

One event down 5 to go.

July and its Randomness

2007-07-19T07:09:00.000+01:00

July is my fav month of the year for so many reason top of which is its my birthday and 2 of my friends have made me happier by having their babies on that same day though it wasn't planned so i have so many birthday mate. Its my brother's birthday to and my Aunt and so many other friends and family and each year my July list keeps increasing. my niece was also one in July.

July also is officially the start of the other half of the year. its a time of thanksgiving and soul searching. its mid year how are u doing on that list. you remember the long list we all come up wt at he beginning of the years stating all that we thin is humanly possible to achieve in the year. July is the time to bring it out and give it another look.

I attended a wedding of a dear friend up North and i intend to blog about all the details in another post. It was a long weekend of fun and celebration of their love and for me a voyage into the Hausa culture.

My Lord Bishop

2007-06-21T16:05:00.000+01:00

'Top of the morning'... I can still hear him calling out loudly from the balcony at Ebenezer Lodge to the man across the road. That usually is the call u here every morning till about mid day. My earliest memories of this man was when I was about 3 or 4 years old. I remember him coming around to see my broda and I at our Grandma's place. He was always a delight to be with. He would bring us candies and fruits and all sorts. I horned my letter writing skills while writing him letter whenever someone was travelling and would be seeing him. he always replied my letters and he would write about the highlights of his life in the village after retirement.

My Lord Bishop was a man of many parts and he meant different things to different people. He however was well loved. To his children, he was a very very strict father whose love for them knew no bounds. he was selfless in giving and was always ready to listen and help out. To the church were he spend most of his life serving he was a servant indeed and an instrument of truth reconciliation. To the members of the family at large he was a unifying force, a stabilising factor, a rallying point, the bond of unity. To all his son in laws he was a father and a friend, a mentor and a brother beyond measure. To his grandchildren he was an epitome of love, a patriarch to be proud of, a legend and a wonder. To his great grandchildren who yet do not understand why his head was bald, the tales of his glorious live they will all hear and wonder what manner of man he was.

I was asked to write a tribute for you as part of the programme for your burial but i just couldn't bring myself to write it. I guess I'm writing it now and posting it on this blog for the whole world to see. one of your greatest wish in life was to see me get called to bar. Thank God you lived long enough to see it happen. I remember you never called me by my name ever since the minute I got into Uni to study Law. you referred to me as 'My learned Granddaughter' and I in turn will call you 'My Beloved Grandpa' and that was what you were 'Beloved'. We all loved you. I remember also when I had my first son your 1st great grand child. you were beyond yourself with joy telling all who cared to listen that the Good Lord has indeed showed you grace and mercies for allowing you to see the birth of the boy. Indeed you were ready to meet your Lord and Saviour after you held the boy in your hands and prayed. You lived a fulfilled life for that and other mercies I praise God.

Even as we beginning the ceremonies tomorrow I pray that you will be with us in spirit that your memory will continue to grow in our hearts. Amen

To call or not to Call

2007-06-18T15:21:00.000+01:00

I'm in a fix.I don't know what to do. Arabs test result will be out on Wednesday. Going from my conversations with him Ii don't see him not getting in to the school. But the skeptic in me want to be doubly sure. I called the school last week Friday and I was told result will be out on Wednesday. Then comes the big question to call or not to call? I want to call up favours form people who I know are close to memebers of the Board of Trustee . One of them my 'in law'( he comes from the same place as hubby) and his wife is a much older friend and sister. I have picked up the phone several times since Friday to call him but each time I don't call.why ?

I want to know if the boy can get in by himself. I don't want to start calling favours this early in his life and i feel its wrong deep down though very deep down, but the other part of me says I should call and ensure that he gets in. Its the right thing to do. What if I wait till Wednesday and his name is not on the list and then its too late to call up favours. Its never too late to make the call.
Should I or Should I not.

Update

2007-06-15T17:09:00.000+01:00

Well , the plan was that BL(my hubby) will take Arabs for his exam but he got a call late Tuesday that we was getting audience with an elusive GM who he has being hoping to see for over a year now so there was no cancelling the appointment he had to go.It then fell on my laps to go with him for the exam. i woke up earlier than usual to get ready and at about 4.45am my phone rang. It was one of my colleagues in the office telling me she will be coming in late cos she had some domestic issues. It immediately dawned on me I could go with Arabs because she was the one suppose to hold fort for me while i was away. I was so upset i shed a few tears.
Thank God for Brodas. I called my broda who reassured me that he will be at my place at 9.00am to ensure Arabs got to the school on time.God bless u Broda that all i can say.

BL went for his meeting and he has mixed feeling about it. we are keeping our fingers crossed on that one and we believe God for the best. Arabs had fun and he made friends such that the next day he wanted to go to the new school and not his old school. The results will be out next week Wednesday. I can hardly wait.

Thank God for Olohuniyo (she is the subject of another post) She has really being a strong support since the Felicia the last nanny left. I'm looking for another one cos once the strike is over she s going back to school.
I'm tired and hungry I'm off to grab a bite. I will do an interesting post tomorrow.

School Shooping

2007-06-11T17:05:00.000+01:00

My 3 year old has an 'exam ' on Wednesday and I'm so anxious you will think I'm the one sitting for my bar exams. To be honest i wasn't even this scared when i was writing my Bar exam. I knew the odds were i pass or fail. My son is trying to get into Nursery 2. The exam is going to be written. He is expected to be able to write his numbers and identify and say the phonics. I have my knickers in a twist cos i don't even know the phonics and u should hear me try to tutor the boy and he is the one correcting me.
His Dad thinks he will be fine but i cant stop worrying. Wat if he just decides to cry when we drop him off or he refuses to write even though he knows what to write. I'm already going crazy with the wat ifs. we are suppose to drop him at 10am and then pick him at 1pm. he will be accessed will interacting with his peers so its not exam exam like that but its still a test. I really want my son to get into the school. we should have applied for him last year then it would have being an oral thing but somehow i didn't get round to applying coupled with the fact that i thot the age for entry is 4 years.It was when we got there earlier in the year that we realised they take them at age 3.
I got him a tutor to help coach him with writing and phonics. She came highly recommended in the neighbourhood and she wasn't that expensive. She came in on Saturday and the following conversation ensure between Mrs O and Araba

Nonesuch: Araba wont you say Good Afternoon to Mrs O

Araba: Good Afternoon

Mrs O: How are you? I see you are going out.

Araba: Yes to a birthday party

Mrs O: Have you done your Homework?

Araba: Yes I have done it

Mrs O: You have wat?(she is suggesting that he made a grammatical error)

Araba: Yes I have done it.

Mrs O: No!!! You have do it!

You should have seen the shock on my face. This is the person who is suppose to be coaching my darling Araba for this major exam of his life. What do I do now? I just paid her for the month and with me there are no free lunch but i cant bear to think of the 'rubbish' she will be teaching my son. About a week or so i noticed the boy has being shooting serious arrows. The other day he told me mummy i have ated my food. See wat Mrs O is doing to my Guy. I am praying seriously that he doesn't that kind of grammar on Wednesday o. what do i do.
I have told him he will be going to a bigger school and he will be wearing his new spider man tee shirt and that I will be there to pick him in the afternoon.
I know he will be ok by i cant help worrying. I guess that is what mothers do.

Seven

2007-06-07T14:12:00.001+01:00

Lets me see 7 weirds things about me....

I don't drive and I'm not planning on learning anytime soon but I'm so good with directions and roads you will think i drive.
I cant swim. My Dad once signed us up for lessons way back in the days but my Mum didn't allow us go for a single lesson.
I like to go through people's bins. i know it sounds really crazy but i just take a peep inside and if i find a stick that i can run through, i just stir and turn and look closely. I learn a lot about people that way and you will be shocked at what u can uncover just looking into people's bin
i have an overactive imagination.My hubby thinks i should put it to good use by becoming a writer. We will see about that cos one of my life ambitions is to write a book. i just put two and two together and i get 6 but most times I'm right on spot.
i know so much about my family members both dead and alive. I know so many family secrets. . I guess cos I'm easy to talk to and i LISTEN a lot
I'm a selfless giver. Even if i say so myself. My hubby usually is puzzled when i start but those who have known me forever(family and friends) just look on and say nothing.
I always have a Plan B and C and D. I have a MAJOR issue with letting go and letting God. I have to be in control. I'm a control freak.

I could go on buy i will stop now.

Brodas

2007-06-01T07:00:00.000+01:00

I promised myself i will blog as often as I can and I intend to keep this promise. I hate making promises cos then i will have to do that which I said I will do. and for someone as impulsive as moi that can be hard very hard indeed.

My brother has being away fro about 3 weeks now with his wife. She went for training and he just tagged along.(its cool to work for yourself no one dictates when you go on leave or vacation). I have really missed them both since they left. I almost didn't believe it self. My broda and I are kind of close. He was named on the day I clocked One. For a couple of days every year we are actually the same age. he was born on the 2nd and I on the 8th of the same month.
We grew up having the same friends and running the hood together. I was very tomboyish back in the days. The craze then in our hood was Chopper Bikes and all the guys had it. My dad bought us one and we would enter into racing competition with the boys in the hood. Those days were fun crazy fun.I loved growing up in a small town. There were no traffic, we all went to same school, our folks knew each other, it was all good.

My broda lived with me before he got married and we had so many fights but in all of it we got closer. Even though I don't tell you often I love you and I miss you and I closing early today so food will be waiting for you guys when u get back. I also sent the cleaning lady to clean your place but I want you to spend the night with us. Your old room is ready. Bon voyage.

PS: I have 2 brodas by the way and I love them both. The other one will be subject of another post. He is our baby.

60 Questions

2007-05-26T15:37:00.000+01:00

1.What time did you get up this morning? 5.30am

2. Diamonds or pearls? Diamonds are forever

3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema? cant remember cos I didn't want to see the movie but hubby really wanted to see it so I just tagged along. We were late for the movie I wanted to see.

4. What is your favorite TV show? Depends on the season but right now I'm loving Desperate Housewives and Grey's Anatomy

5. What did you have for breakfast? Yam and Eggplant Sauce.Thanks to Bab'sHouse

6. What is your middle name? so many but the one I love is Omotumise

7. What is your favorite cuisine/meal? any rice dish will do. so i guess Chinese.

8. What foods do you dislike? Bland dishes. I has to be hot and spicy and full of flavours.

9. Your favorite Potato chip? Prawn Flavours Walkers

10. What is your favorite CD at the moment? Sound Sultan's Motherland

11. What kind of car do you drive? Don't Drive.I know its crazy but I don't drive.

12. Favorite sandwich? Tuna Baguette from Frenchies (Akin Adesola) I dare you all to try it.

13. What characteristics do you despise? People who think they are always right and will not listen to other people's take , selfish folks, and people who never take responsibility for their actions...

14. Favorite item of clothing? Right now my black camisole. It so functional.

15. If you could go anywhere in the world on vacation, where would you go? Seychelles

16. What color is your bathroom? Powdered Blue

17. Favorite brand of clothing? its how I feel in the cloth that cuts it for me not the brand.

18. Where would you want to retire? some place quite and easy but also near an airport but not Lagos

19. Favorite time of day? Evenings

20. Where were you born? Lagos Island

21. Favorite sport(s) to watch? Sports ke? Maybe Swimming but really I'm not that keen on Sports. Its weird I know.

22. Who do you least expect to respond to this? dunno

23. Person you expect to respond first? dunno

24. What laundry scent do you use? Flowery

25. Coke or Pepsi? Coca Cola aka Coke

26. Are you a morning person or night owl? Night Owl

27. What size shoe do you wear? 40(British).

28. Do you have pets? No pets. They are too demanding.I dont have the energy to give the care and attention and love they require.

29. Any new and exciting news you'd like to share with everyone? none at the moment

30. What did you want to be when you were little? A mother and I wanted a big house and when you turn the taps milk will flow.

31. Favorite Candy Bar?

32. What is your best childhood memory? So many but I guess top will be times spent with my Grandmother.She was so so special to us all.God rest her soul.

33. What are the different jobs you have had in your life? Sales Girl, Sales Girl,Assistant Teacher at a Nursery in Warri,Buying and Control Assistant @ a Media Outfit, Admin Person, ....

34. What color/type underwear are you? sexy lacy numbers

35.Nicknames: Tintin(that was in the good old days. There is nothing 'tin' about me now), Didi

36. Piercings ? one in each ear and I want more still negotiating with Hubby

37. Eye color? Hazel

38. Ever been to Africa? Yes Ever been to South Australia? No

39. Ever been toilet papering or rolling? ?!!??

40. Love someone so much it made you cry? Yes

41. Been in a car accident? Yes and i almost lost my life. Thank Jah Almighty

42. Croutons or bacon bits? Bacon Bits

43.Favorite day of the week? Monday...a new begining.

44. Favorite restaurant? Right now Pearl Garden

45. Favorite flower? White Lilies

46. Favorite ice cream? Haagen Daz Cookies and Cream

47. How many times did you fail your driver's test? Don't drive

48. What color is your bedroom carpet? no carpet

49. How many times did you fail your driver's test? Don't Drive

50. Before this one, from whom did you get your last email? From my old boss and friend TG

51. Which stores would you choose to max out your credit card? If I had credit cards it will be Next, H&M, Body Shop

52. What do you do most often when you are bored? Read

53. Bedtime? varies

54. Who are you most curious about their responses to this questionnaire? dunno

55. Last person you went to dinner with? my brother and his wife

56. What are you listening to right now? the hum of the generator

57. What is your favorite color? Purple in all shades

58. Lake, Ocean or river? River cos its always in motion

59. How many tattoos do you have? None

60. Which came first, the chicken or the egg? The chicken I think abi na egg?

I'm short of words

2007-05-26T14:52:00.000+01:00

Words fail me. I don't even know what to say.Where do i even start from sef.For about a year plus now i have become addicted to so many blogs.I have cried with some of the bloggers, laughed with them, shouted at the monitor, wished i could see some of them but i never left any comment until after literally keeping a vigil at Alaye's blog, he posted and I decided to comment.And i was 1st to comment. Then all else broke lose.I can not help but wonder why? All the hate, bitterness and venom spitted out by people called 'annoymous'. (I posted that comment as annoymous)and I had to seperate myself from agberos on Blogville. I could not be annoymous again.I had to come out of the closet, if i was going to post comments i had to have an identity. I guess my blog is happy.

But then another shocker was waiting.Some wacko posted on TMinx's Blog about LB and she threaten to stop blogging. Just when I was getting the courage to start.As if that wasnt enough the SOB posted on LB's blog and now she is saying bye.Her Blog will no longer be freely accessed. You have to be invited.I'm short of words.

The whole thing makes me sad.So many questions????
I was going to do the 60 questions form TMinx's blog but i had to say this first.

...and then....

2007-05-24T18:22:00.000+01:00

what made me post again after 6 months? i really dont know.so much has happened since i gave birth to this blog. At 1st i wished the blog away, then i lost the password(though i knew it in my mind), then i started posting comments on peoples blog, then my friend lost her baby, and then she wonders why i dont have a blog, then i told her i was scared of what i would write, then i got a new job, then the war of words started on Babaalaye's blog.

He then posted again and i wanted to comment and i realise i had to sign in and then, only then after all the thens did i remember that i had abdandoned my blog.
'Even though a mother forgets her suckling child....'
I will be back Dear blog but i have to go now.

Finally!!!!!

2006-12-08T14:52:00.000+01:00

I cannot count the number of times i have started my blog only to stop right there in my tracks instead of proceeding, i postpone it till another day. Meanwhile i daily get online to read all the numerous blogs i'm addicted to. And i really do get distracted when i'm about to start posting.( like now TY just walked in and she believes i should drop everything because she is around from Phoneix AZ she is the subject of another blog).
i have lost my thot flow cos TY is really distracting me and getting on my case. But really the gist today is finally i have a blog and i did it 2006 even though it look like it was never going to happen again. so the lesson is even as the year is rapidly winding up, you look at your list of things to do for 2006 and you realise there is still so much left undo. do not be discouraged you can still make it ( some maybe not all) and also God is out to bless you regardless of all. the count down to Christmas has began. we still dont know if we are spending it in Lagos or going to my parents with the boys.
i really have to go now but i must say this is teh beginning of better things to come.catch you all later.