Tuesday, April 29, 2008

A Confession

I’ve got a confession to make.

I have been having an affair with …facebook.

Yes, dear readers, alas I too have succumbed to the wily charms of this highly addictive social networking website. I never thought I would and I will tell you here and now that I was dragged into it kicking and screaming.

But boy, is that site addictive or what? I know the thrill of finding long lost friends, endlessly updating my photos and adding all sorts of quirky applications to my profile page will soon wear off but until it does I am enjoying the ride.

Sorry Blogger to cheat on you like this but not to worry you are (still) my first true love.

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Sunday, March 30, 2008

Letting a Little Light In

Since the new year began I have been in a dark place.

My mood has swung between resentment, seething anger and self pity. Life has sometimes felt like it had it's noose around my neck and was slowly choking the breath out of me.

If I had blogged during this period it wouldn't have made very nice reading so I stayed away.

But, as most things go, moods lift and life moves on. So here I am letting a little light back in, trying to divest myself of the negative energy that has plagued me these past three months and learning to laugh again.

Hope you have had a better start to the year than I have?

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Wednesday, January 09, 2008

A Word on Christmas Presents

Words actually.

I got some really crap presents for Christmas this year. And surprisingly, the really crap presents came from people who have known me for years and so should have known better.

I know it’s said that it’s the thought that counts but c’mon guys, if you’re going to buy me a present at least make sure it’s useful and more importantly tailored to my taste.

My rule of thumb for buying Christmas presents – or any presents for that matter – is to ask myself this question: ‘Is this something I would like to receive myself?’ If the answer is No then I pass on it.

I am not into the cost of a present but I am very into the thought that goes into the purchasing of it and there are just some presents that you know absolutely no thought went into. And that happens mostly when:

The buying of the present was left to the last minute
They bought the cheapest item going
They just couldn’t be bothered
Or maybe they're palming off their unwanted presents on to you. Now there's a thought...

For friends (and sometimes erm, family) who buy you crap, you realise that after all the years of friendship they really don’t know you at all. In fact, all these years you’ve spent pouring your heart out to them, they haven’t even been listening!!!

And then to make things worse they put you on the spot by watching your reaction as you rip open the wrapping paper in anticipation. And when you discover the miserable contents of the parcel you have to feign excitement and pretend like it’s the best gift in the world and all the while inside you’re asking yourself ‘What the HELL IN THE WORLD IS THIS??????????????’

Oh and just one more thing, don’t use the ‘I’ll buy gifts for the kids and that should cover it’ cop out.

Noooooooooooooo. Noooooooooooooooo. Noooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!



DO NOT buy presents for my kids and think that we, the parents, have been taken care of by default. I HATE that. What am I going to do with a Barbie doll? Or a Jigsaw puzzle? Or a Disney DVD? Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooo. I am not my kids and my kids are not me. Got that??

All I can say is: Giveaway Christmas presents coming to a charity shop near you.

Okay now that I have got that off my chest (and sounding like a total winge – sorry people but it really pissed me off) I got an absolutely FANTASTIC present from hubby.





In case you’re wondering what the picture is – it’s the key to my new car!! Yep, a first for me (getting a car as a gift) and it bowled me over.

And that more than made up for the crap presents I got.

There is justice in the world!

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Tuesday, December 04, 2007

Who am I?


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Wednesday, November 21, 2007

The Philosophy of Charles Schultz


The following is the philosophy of Charles Schultz, the creator of the "Peanuts" comic strip.

1. Name the five wealthiest people in the world
2. Name the last five Heisman trophy winners.
3. Name t he last five winners of the Miss America pageant.
4. Name ten people who have won the Nobel or Pulitzer Prize.
5. Name the last half dozen Academy Award winners for best actor and actress.
6. Name the last decade's worth of World Series winners.

How did you do?

The point is, none of us remember the headliners of yesterday.
These are no second-rate achievers. They are the best in their fields.
But the applause dies.
Awards tarnish.
Achievements are forgotten.
Accolades and certificates are buried with their owners.

Here's another quiz. See how you do on this one:

1. List a few teachers who aided your journey through school.
2. Name three friends who have helped you through a difficult time.
3. Name five people who have taught you something worthwhile.
4. Think of a few people who have made you feel appreciated and special.
5. Think of five people you enjoy spending time with.

Easier?

The lesson:

The people who make a difference in your life are not the ones with the most credentials...the most money...or the most awards.
They are simply the ones that care the most.

"Don't worry about the world coming to an end today. It's already tomorrow in Australia .."(Charles Schultz)

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International Buy Nothing Day



November 23rd (US) and November 24th (International) is Buy Nothing Day. So all you shopaholics - leave all cards and wallets at home that day! Good Luck.

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Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Just Do It

Slapping on my Lime and Lemon body cream from The Body Shop this morning, my thoughts turned to the late Anita Roddick founder of The Body Shop. I started to think that not only was she a successful business woman, she must have been a pretty busy one as well. At the time of her death she must have had a full diary of appointments, people to meet, places she wanted to travel to, future plans, dreams and hopes. She must have thought, subconsciously, that she had at least another 20 or so years left to live and achieve. But as we now know, she didn’t.

And that is how it is with me and I am sure many of you as well. We have all these plans and visions and hopes for the future. We have business ideas swirling around in our heads that we plan to implement ‘one day’. We procrastinate, put off, and defer our dreams snug in the false belief that we have so many more years ahead of us. The truth of the matter is: we don’t. Not one of us knows how much longer we’ll be on this earth. Sure we all hope to live to a ripe old age but this may not happen. Our number may be up at any time. And if we know this why do we put off living the lives we really deep down inside, want to live? Why do we put off taking that step that will take us to the next level – whatever it may be?

This has been an A-ha moment for me and like Nike says I’m going to Just Do It.

You should too.

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Sunday, August 12, 2007

Being Bored

I am beginning to think that it’s a crime for children to be bored in this country. I feel I am always under constant pressure to keep my child busy/occupied/doing something.

I was listening to a programme on BBC Radio Four the other day where a lady was talking about a book she had just written on ingenious ways to keep your child from being bored (I guess with the summer holidays in full swing it was a good time to plug it). I mean, listening to her speak she wanted you – the parent – to forever be doing something with your child. You even have to keep them busy in the car on long journeys. I have lost count of the number of cars I have looked into on the motorway only to see the kids sitting at the back staring at a portable DVD screen attached to the headrests of the driver and passenger seat. Why??? Don’t the kids watch enough TV at home??

I remember as a child when we had to take that mandatory monthly trip down to the village – we, the kids, just sat in the back and kept ourselves busy looking out of the window (waving randomly at passing cars), making up our own games or reading a book. Our parents where not obliged to play ‘I Spy’ or Karaoke games with us. Neither did they have to sit though a CD of nursery rhymes as we journeyed along. We had no choice in the matter when it came to what we listened to in the car – we simply listened to whatever my parents dad listened to and I am proud to say that at the age of seven when we all took a road trip to Togo – then a nine hour journey, I knew all the words to Boney M and Bob Marley as this was what was on offer in my dads car on his 8 track player (remember those?).

In my case, there are eight and five years respectively between my older sisters and I so from very early on in my life I had to keep myself occupied and most of the time I just got on with it. I drew, I painted, I sewed, I wrote short stories and poems, I made jewellery from beads and wire, and I read. Boy, did I read. But you know what? I loved it and I was never bored for a minute. And this has kept me in good stead to this day. Believe me when I say I am never bored and it would be easier for me to put hot coals in my mouth than to admit that I was.

In my opinion boredom can be a good thing and it is a good thing for a child to be bored once in a while. It brings out the creative side in them. I don’t think children, or adults, devote much or any time at all to just … thinking. It is so important to be still in this our ever increasing busy world. It is so important to sit and just be lost in your thoughts, to meditate on life or even nothing at all. I do it whenever I can and it’s refreshing.

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Monday, May 14, 2007

Touching Base

My pipo ( as we edolites say) I just dey oh! And no pikin nefer come. Sorry for setting off the alarm bells with my lenghty silence and thank you for the concern. I really am touched.

A post to follow soon. I promise. Oh, the pressure, the pressure. :-)

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Monday, February 19, 2007

Big Bellied Mama, a Parking Ticket and Books


Okay. It’s official. At 24 weeks, my feet have disappeared. That’s right folks, you read it right. Now when I look down all I see is a mound of belly and nothing else. Not a very fetching sight but hey, I’m pregnant so it’s allowed! I guess from now on it’s hairy legs, slip on shoes and unvarnished toenails until sometime during the middle of June or thereabouts.

There are three things that become very awkward to do when your belly gets to this stage:

1. Scrubbing your feet in the shower. I got myself a huge natural sponge to get around this little problem. I soap it up, throw it down in the bath tub and vigorously wipe my feet on it to get them clean. Ingenious, huh?

2. Bending over to pick things off the floor becomes a near impossibility. I have now become quite adept at picking things up with my toes.

3. You can’t do your shoe laces up anymore so footwear now consists of slippers, loafers or comfy Birkenstocks. All trainers and edgy plimsolls have been relegated to that back of the wardrobe until after the birth.

Then of course, you develop that odd waddling walk that all pregnant women seem to have. You know the one – it closely resembles the walk of a duck.

A few advantages of being big bellied though is that you get a lot of smiles off strangers. True most smiles can be interpreted to mean ‘Aww, you poor thing. Blither knock you up again?’ but they are smiles nevertheless. You also get more offers of help/assistance. This, however, depends on what city you live in though so don’t expect anyone to give up their place for you on the London Underground.

Knowing that these advantages are not going to last forever I am revelling in them for now because after baby comes, I know things will change with the positive attention turning to negative attention when all you start getting from strangers are dirty looks when your baby decides to start screaming its head off in the train/bus/library/restaurant/shopping mall etc. Also be prepared to get dirty looks when you whip out your boob to breastfeed in public. Now why is it that people here are so uncomfortable and/or offended when a woman breast feeds in public? Hey, I’ve got news for you people who get offended – THAT’S WHAT BOOBS ARE FOR!! – to provide nourishment for your offspring. Any other sort of nourishment or comfort they may offer is purely secondary. I tell you women, once you’ve breast fed a baby, you’ll never look at your boobs in the same way again. Trust me. Anyway, I have decided to be good this time and I have bought myself a lovely, large scarf for the 'cover up' should I ever have to breast feed outside the confinements of my four walls.

Moving on swiftly…

Got behind the wheel of my car on Thursday after work only to see the dreaded yellow and black striped plastic wallet of a parking ticket peeking out from underneath my windscreen wiper. Letting out an expletive ( okay, okay, several expletives) I struggled out of my seat to retrieve it. I was being fined for overstaying the parking limit of 3 hours. How much? £60!!! But if I paid within 14 days I’d only have to pay £30. Several more expletives were let out. I was parked right in front of my office building for chrissakes!! Okay, granted there was a sign up stating clearly that this was a 3 hour parking zone only BUT the council had never been back to check and enforce this rule since the sign was put up almost 8 months ago!!!!!!!!!! Realising I wouldn’t have a leg to stand on should I try and contest the ticket, I meekly picked up the phone the next day and paid my £30 fine. Everyday for the thief one day for the owner of the house, abi. However, I must confess that I felt a stab of joy when I discovered that I wasn’t the only one who got ticket on the day. Hehehe – wicked woman eh?

My copy of Helon Habila’s new book Measuring time landed on my doormat over the weekend and I am looking forward to starting it. As mentioned before, I am reading Ben Okri’s Dangerous Love but I am finding it a bit of a struggle. I am hoping it will pick up soon. Then I still have Iwela’s Beasts of No Nation waiting in the wings as well – so lots to read but where's the time?

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Saturday, February 10, 2007

Basement Bargain and Weather Woes

I do love a good bargain. I was in the city centre yesterday to having a mooch around the shops to see what goodies I could find when I walked past one of those bookshops that just draw you in – you know the ones. They have a big sign up saying DISCOUNT BOOKSHOP. I wandered in more to kill time than with any expectations of finding a book worth buying. I was in for a pleasant surprise.

Scoring the shelves with a faint air of disinterest I stumbled upon a gem (I think) of a book – Uzodinma Iwela’s Beasts of no Nation. It was such an unexpected find that I leapt on it without even thinking. There was no price on it so I strolled up to the till with baited breath. You’ll never believe what it cost - £1.00!! Yep, you read right ONE POUND. Now if that isn’t a bargain then I don’t know what is. But Iwela will have to wait as I have just begun reading Ben Okri’s Dangerous Love.

Birmingham ground to a halt yesterday as its inhabitants woke up to 10 centimeters of snow that paralysed the City. It snowed overnight and then started again by 11:30 am and lasted through till about 9:00pm. People were being chucked off buses and being told to walk the rest of the way to their destinations as the buses couldn’t make it up the hilly roads. The tailbacks went on for miles and miles. Some people aborted all attempts of driving home and checked into hotels instead.

Needless to say, I took advantage of the situation and didn’t go in to work. Teeheehee. It was thoroughly enjoyed by my daughter though who took every opportunity to pelt her dad with snow balls. Even now in my old age, the sight of snow turns me into a little kid again – bursting with excitement at the thought of running outside and building snowmen and making snow angels. Ahhh. And to think that my parents are being cooked slowly by the harmattan heat back in Nigeria.

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Wednesday, January 31, 2007

The Uniqueness of being Nigerian

Visiting some Nigerian friends the other day, it struck me that there are some traits that are so unique to Nigerians that you cannot help but know that we are in their presence. So I made up a little list of our ‘uniqueness’

You know you are visiting a Nigerian home when…

1. Within half an hour (sometimes less) of arriving you are being offered ‘minerals’ (soft drinks) and something to eat.

2. To keep you occupied you are given at least four HUGE photo albums to wade through, including the wedding album regardless of the fact that you may have seen them 10 times before already.

3. The BEN TV channel (if you live in the UK and have Sky) is on and/or there is a pile of Nigerian movies stacked up by the television.

4. There are plastic flowers on the dining table.

5. There is a bead ‘curtain’ separating the living room from the dining room/Kitchen.

6. The conversation turns to the state of Nigeria/Politics.

7. The other visitor present tries to sell you Lace, Gele or Asoebi (help me with the spelling here please!)

8. No one really divulges what they do when asked the question ‘so what do you do?’ (and if I hear the answer ‘I’m into IT’ one more time I’ll scream!!!!)

9. There are Eleganza food coolers in the kitchen store along with a large bag of rice and packets of Maggi Cubes.

10. Everyone expresses a desire to return Nigeria because England Hum, hiss, snapping of fingers and slapping of thighs and an ‘all dis oyinbo people sef’ but no real reason given. However, when pressed for exactly when they will be returning it is always in a vague 5 – 10 years time.

Can you think of any more uniqueness to add to the list?



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Friday, January 19, 2007

Technology – an extension of me

Yesterday my iPod froze up for about an hour on me. I eventually figured out how to reset it but for the 60 minutes I was without it, it was like my right arm had been cut off. It made me realise just how dependent I am on the gadgets I have around me.

Say for instance, I lost my mobile phone I would be beside myself because 1) my major means of communication when I am out and about would be gone and 2) I don’t have any of the numbers on my phone written down anywhere. A disaster waiting to happen.

The same applies to my email, broadband connection and memory stick – all technologies I rely so heavily upon. I am not sure if this is a good or bad thing but it’s something to make you think.

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Thursday, October 26, 2006

The Fifty Pound Note

Have you ever paid for something using a £50 note? And have you ever noticed the reaction you got when the person behind the till noticed that you were paying for your items with a £50 note?

I never fail to be amazed at the fuss shops make when they see a £50 note. It’s like you’ve handed them a vial full of a deadly disease. The first reaction you get from the checkout person is a very funny look as if to say ‘where the hell did you get this, you unworthy cretin’, then the note is carefully scrutinized and rubbed between the thumb and the forefinger, then it’s held up to the light and if that is not enough, in some cases the shop manager is called to vet the offending note.

You know the feeling that overcomes you at passport control at Airports? You know the one I mean - feeling like a criminal in spite of the fact that you know all your documents are in order and your passport is certainly not fake? Well that’s the feeling that overcomes me on the rare occasions that I am opportuned to hand over a £50 note at the till of a shop.

I don’t get it. Every time it happens I feel like asking them whether or not it’s legal tender. One would think it wasn’t from the reaction you get.

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Wednesday, October 18, 2006

To Share or Not To Share {Part 1}

Sitting together on the sofa last night my husband asked me an unexpected question.

‘How much do you think one should share in a marriage?

‘What do you mean?’ was my puzzled reply.

‘How much information should a husband/wife share in terms of what they are thinking or feeling?’ he expanded.

Knowing that this was leading somewhere interesting I sat up and paid more attention.

‘I would say everything. I think in marriage a husband/wife should share every area of their lives. There should be no secrets.’ (I felt a bit of a guilty prang when I said this but I’ll go into that later.) ‘But give me a specific example.’ I pressed.

‘For example,’ he ventured, ‘would you want to know if I was lusting after another woman?’

Talk about a question out of the blue! But I kept my composure.

‘Yeah, I guess so.’ I said a little uncertain. ‘Why? Are you lusting after someone else?’ I asked half jokingly.

‘No, of course not.’

‘But do you ever look at other women and think hmm….’

‘I would be lying if I said I didn’t, that’s just the way men are. But I don't take it any further than that. It’s how far you take it that matters.’

At the end of the conversation I was full of mixed feelings.

On the one hand I was happy my husband was being honest with me about such a sensitive subject but on the other hand it was one of those conversations that make you go Ummm.

I am one of those women that trusts her husband explicitly (I know some of you may be saying ‘more fool you’) but I also know that if I let things slide I could very easily be walking on thin ice.

You see, I do let things slide sometimes and I take my relationship with my husband very much for granted. I have bought into the idea that nothing can come between us. On the one hand it’s a good thing but on the other it’s an unrealistic place to be as it makes me complacent. I just assume that he will always be there and will only ever have eyes for me. But this isn’t always so, is it?

The truth is men do look at other women. It’s a fact of life and as much as we (women) hate this idea, it IS up to us to keep them interested (except of course you have done some very serious Okpor (juju) for him in which case he will never stray *smile*). Also it’s like marriage or a long term relationship changes us.

When we first start dating our partners we pull out all the stops. We do our hair, nails, go down the gym, visit the hairdressers once a week and generally make an effort to look stunning for them. And then we get married or settled in the relationship and everything just goes out the window. You know what I am talking about – we put on weight (sometimes), slop around the house with unkempt hair, jogging bottoms and stretched out t-shirts and expect our husbands/partners to salivate when they see us. And if there are kids on the scene, they are the ones who tend to get the blame for the way we look. Then we wonder why when our partners’ eyes begin to rove.

(Now I do know that some men are serial cheaters; those are not the ones I am referring to here.)

But I’ll tell you what gets me kick started into paying more attention to my relationship again - when I hear about a friend whose husband has strayed! It’s like the thought of it happening to me jump starts me into making a change. I become more attentive, I make more of an effort with the way I look, I start to notice him again (it’s true after being in a relationship for a long while; we tend not to ‘notice’ our partners). But then as the weeks go by, I calm down and stop making an effort. Why? Perhaps its human nature or perhaps I just hit my comfort zone again. I dunno.

To be continued…

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Tuesday, October 17, 2006

How Honest Are You?

I’d like to ask you a question and I want you to be totally truthful when you answer it;

Just how honest are you with your friends?

I cannot recall the countless number of times I have watched women in shop changing room struggle into dresses two sizes too small in colours and styles that are totally unsuitable and I hear their companions, whom I assume are their friends, say ‘Oh, you look gorgeous in that. It’s really you!’

‘Say Whaaaaat?? Are you blind?’ I want to scream my disbelief.

But I think it’s something we have all done at one time or the other. It may not be necessarily clothes related but when feelings are involved we tend to tread carefully. However, there are times when trending carefully is not in the best interest of your friend (ship). So here are some random questions I’m going to throw out. Would you tell your friend …

1. That she has bad breath?

2. That the outfit she has on makes her look like a prostitute?

3. That her husband/partner is cheating on her?

4. When she moans to you for the umpteenth time about the state of her life that she should get off her bum and do something about it then?

5. That that hairstyle and red lipstick she has on does her no favours?

6. That her husband/partner tried to hit on you?

7. That you’ve both grown apart and it’s time to move on?

8. That you’re jealous of her – because she’s prettier/richer/smarter?

9. That you did the naughty with her current beau long before he met her?

10. That her fake English/American accent that she puts on sounds just that – Fake?

What’s your honestly threshold?

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