Sunday, December 25, 2011

Joy to the world


Today we celebrate the birth of our saviour! Have a merry christmas and an awesome 2021 ahead from my family to yours, here is Whitney's version of Joy to the wold, don't you just love her voice ...no lyrics sorry, i had a full day and i am sleepy..

Monday, December 19, 2011

Little Donkey

Here is one Christmas song that piques my imagination, and is loaded with nostalgia all at once, it reminds me of Christmases past because i learnt this song in primary school, and always, i will continue to wonder.... did that donkey have a clue who it was that sat upon it?

 Here is Little donkey, i have no idea who sang this version, i just picked this video because i liked her voice :) Lyrics are below



Lyrics

Little donkey, little donkey on the dusty road
Got to keep on plodding onwards with your precious load
Been a long time, little donkey, through the winters night
Dont give up now, little donkey,
Bethlehems in sight

Ring out those bells tonight
Bethlehem, Bethlehem
Follow that star tonight
Bethlehem, Bethlehem

Little donkey, little donkey, had a heavy day
Little donkey, carry Mary safely on her way
Little donkey, little donkey, journey's end is near
There are wiseman waiting for a sign to bring them here

Do not falter little donkey, there's a star ahead
It will guide you, little donkey, to a cattle shed

Ring out those bells tonight
Bethlehem, Bethlehem
Follow that star tonight
Bethlehem, Bethlehem

Little donkey, little donkey, had a heavy day
Little donkey, carry Mary, safely on her way
Little donkey, carry Mary, safely on her way

Saturday, December 17, 2011

Calypso Carol

I have not written a post in a while and there is a good reason, well am out of town and having a blast, and have not been in the mood to write anything at all. Although I have somehow found the time to at least do my blog rounds and read your posts....
Today, i am sharing with you another favourite Christmas song of mine, the Calypso carol, or See him lying on a bed of straw, which ever one you know it as. I did not really find a great video for this ( maybe i am just too lazy to look properly), so this version done by a youth choir will have to do, i think they sang it well, don't you?



Lyrics


See him lying on a bed of straw
A draughty stable with an open door
Mary cradling the babe she bore
The prince of glory is his name


O now carry me to Bethlehem
To see the Lord of love again
Just as poor as was the stable then
The prince of glory when he came

Star of silver sweep across the skies
Show where Jesus in the manger lies
Shepherds swiftly from your stupor rise
To see the savior of the world

Angels sing again the song you sang
Sing the story of God’s gracious plan
Sing that Beth’lem’s little baby can
Be the saviour of us all

Mine are riches from your poverty
From your innocence eternity
Mine forgiveness by your death for me
Child of sorrow for my joy

Sunday, December 11, 2011

Oh Holy night

In the spirit of the season, i will be sharing with you my favourite Christmas songs, I will start with one of my favourite hymns, O Holy Night, this is the one song guaranteed to put me a Chrismas mood no matter what and it seems it is not very popular in Nigeria (correct me if i am wrong) it is performed below by Mariah Carey, she can sing at an incredible pitch that woman...enjoy!




And a more traditional version performed by the handsome Josh Groban




Lyrics 

O Holy Night! The stars are brightly shining,
It is the night of the dear Saviour's birth.
Long lay the world in sin and error pining.
Till He appeared and the Spirit felt its worth. 


A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices,
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.
Fall on your knees! Oh, hear the angel voices!
O night divine, the night when Christ was born;
O night, O Holy Night , O night divine!
O night, O Holy Night , O night divine!

Led by the light of faith serenely beaming,
With glowing hearts by His cradle we stand.
O'er the world a star is sweetly gleaming,
Now come the wisemen from out of the Orient land. 


The King of kings lay thus lowly manger;
In all our trials born to be our friends.
He knows our need, our weakness is no stranger,
Behold your King! Before him lowly bend!
Behold your King! Before him lowly bend!

Truly He taught us to love one another,
His law is love and His gospel is peace.
Chains he shall break, for the slave is our brother.
And in his name all oppression shall cease. 


Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we,
With all our hearts we praise His holy name.
Christ is the Lord! Then ever, ever praise we,
His power and glory ever more proclaim!
His power and glory ever more proclaim!

Friday, December 9, 2011

I am ----------- because

I got this idea from the sweet Casey Leigh i thought it would be fun to play along

I am weird because ....

I do not know how to ride a bicycle
I hate Bananas and i love Plantain
I hardly get it right each time i make *Eba, its usually too hard or too soft or something..
I can't seep without a cover cloth no matter how hot it is
I can't sleep with my hair down
I don't really like shopping, i would rather things were delivered to my door step
I am not an optimist, i usually see the glass half empty
I read super fast, i can finish a big book ( novel of course) in a matter of hours
I remember most conversations word for word, even from when i was a child
I never remember places, i get lost a lot
I cannot watch scary movies, i just can' t, i will have nightmares
Once i am full , i cannot eat another bite, not even the ice cream

Eba and Egusi soup ..yum!

I am a bad friend because...

I am not as fun as i used to be
I was completely engrossed in the marriage thing and never had time
I am also completely engrossed in the mummy thing ( i have apparently not learnt )
I am forgetful
I often forget to return phone calls or text messages
I sort of abandon my male friends as soon as they get married ( i don't want trouble)

I am a good friend because ...

I cherish my friendships
I am always willing to help, lend a listening ear, baby sit, pray ..whatever for my friends
I wish my friends all the happiness in the world
I am loyal
I am trustworthy

I am sad because...

The year is coming to an end, and i don't feel i have accomplished much of what i set out to do in 2011
I feel guilty for thinking such thoughts ( i feel ungrateful)

I want a new job badly and it's not happening though i have done everything in my power
I want a second child badly and i have absolutely no control over that too
We are not rich and i wish we were, too many financial pressures
I want a certain shiny new cooker i saw in a shop just because, but i don't think i should buy one because the old one is just over a year old 
I can't help out some really needy people the way i would want to, because i don't have that much
I miss some of my old friends, so funny the way life can get in the way


I am excited because ...


Its Christmas season, i love Christmas, i am a starry eyed child at Christmas
A new year brings hope and magical "what could be" ..i thrive on hope
My cute nephew is crawling, i love seeing babies grow
Its baking season for me, i am gonna bake to my heart's content
I will be on leave from mid - December, so long freaky office until January ..or not hopefully, please GOD!!!


I am happy because...

My marriage is stronger than ever
I am praying and meditating a lot, i have gained strength to keep going because of this
I have not had bouts of depression in a while
Our son is growing up so fast and he makes us laugh everyday, its such a delight to watch
We are getting a new 'tokunbo' car for me by the year end
December is my favourite month and we are right in the middle of it
Our big Christmas tree is up and decorated thanks to hubby ( my kid is running a muck cos of it)
We are leaving town for a couple of days, am gonna rest and eat all i want without guilt
I have been able to lose some weight and i intend to lose even more in the new year
I am hopeful for awesome changes in the new year.



* Staple food in Nigeria made from Cassava

Sunday, December 4, 2011

Olori Oko by Infinity

Here is a tres deep song, you don't have to be Yoruba to enjoy this song, but you do have to understand the language very well to fully appreciate the awesomeness of this song, so i have done an initial post on some of the parts of this song here .....i give you Olori Oko by Infinity, again i will try not to transliterate, and just put English words that i think convey the same meaning in the given context







Olori Oko  By Infinity


Hmnn I have seen the future
Though I am not a prophet, hn hnnn
In the book of Revelation
There is warning for the nations

He that has any ear let him hear
what the spirit is saying

eh!!

Aisi n le olongbo 

When the cat is away, 
loun mu eku sako 

the mouse will play 
yiyo tekun n yo

When the leopard sneaks and stalks his prey
ki ma yi se t'ojo 

Its not because he is afraid
Agba ki wa loja

The presence of an elder in the market place 
k'ori omo tutun wo 
ensures that a new born's head will not be crooked


Fitila yi to tan

The oil lamp is burning
Imole wole wa 

Light come into the house
Imole ti de 

Light has come

eh !!

Chorus:

Olorioko shi n bo wa

The master is still coming
On bo wa

he is coming
On bo wa le

he is coming home

Olorioko shi n bo wa

The master is still coming 
On bo wa

he is coming
On bo wa le

he is coming home

Olorioko shi n bo wa

The master is still coming
On bo wa

he is coming
On bo wa le

He is coming home

Olorioko shi n bo wa

The master is still coming
On bo wa

he is coming
On bo wa ye
He is coming home

Verse 2

A fo pin ina

The moth
t'loun o pa fitila

that attempts to put out the flame of an oil lamp
ara re ni opa

will only kill itself

Se bi aaro to ba gbon eh

It is a wise cripple 
l'ogun aso tele ki ipa, aye egbo

that will escape a predicted war, people listen
Afoju di awon omo eniyan

The blatant disrespect of mankind
S'olohun Oba

towards God
Iku lon mu dani

brings death as its reward

iye iye

Aisi n le olongbo 
When the cat is away, 
loun mu eku sako 

the mouse will play 
yiyo tekun n yo

When the leopard sneaks and stalks his prey
ki ma yi se t'ojo 

Its not because he is afraid
Agba ki wa loja

The presence of an elder in the market place 
k'ori omo tutun wo 
ensures that a new born's head will not be crooked

Fitila yi to tan
The oil lamp is burning
Imole wole wa

Light come into the house
Imole ti de
Light has come

eh !!

Chorus

Aye ile, aye ile


Edumare baba oke

Almighty God, father
Edumare baba oke

Almighty God, father
Emura emura....

Get ready (2ce)
Emura emura..
Get ready (2ce)

ye ye ye ye ye

chorus

Aye ile, aye ile


Edumare baba oke

Almighty God, Father
Edumare baba oke
Almighty God, Father
Emura emura

get ready (2ce)
Emura emura..
get ready (5ce)





<Praise singing begins>


Olorioko nbo o
The master is coming
Jagunmolu nbo o

The victorious warlord is coming
Papa nla ti n jo tohun tohun

The great field that consumes in its entirety
Efufu ti mi le titi
The terrible gale that blows and shakes the earth
e eh
Olorioko nbo o, emura

The master is coming, get ready

Oba a n sa ya

The King we run to ( our refuge if you like)
Oba aidigbolu

The rock of offence ( transliteration would be the king of offense)
eni o digbolu a si run wom wom... music fades....

on whom ever it falls on,it will grind to powder ( again the transliteration is slightly different but that is the drift)

My verdict :
  • For the instruments in this song ( i love drums)  and percussions in general,
  • For the indigenous yet interesting video, i love the traditional attire and the dances, this could have been a scene from the average yoruba village (except for the men in suits, but we can just pretend they are not there ) ...on a side note: does that dancing guy have rubber as his skeleton or what?
  • For the outstanding use of the Yoruba language
 ..Infinity; you have my standing ovation  :)

This is my best shot at translating this song, the meanings are much deeper than that and i could not consult with my grandma as well on this, the generation gap makes it impossible ( see my last post) and sorry am too lazy to look for a clearer video ..so improvements are welcomed!

Hope everyone is having a good Sunday!

Saturday, December 3, 2011

Culture and Language - Translation woes!

Culture and Language - Intro
I suck at translation, i always have, maybe it is a thing that has to do with my general problem with expressing my self fluently, because i do know what i want to say and most times it's really ingenious and awesome sensible and interesting, but i am usually unable to convey what i want to say easily, it's either i speak too fast and the words get jumbled up or i lose my train of thought all together because i am too excited about what i want to say and i am trying very hard not to stammer or speak too fast, as you may have guessed ...i hate speaking in public!. And when it comes to the we need to talk  issues with hubby, and if i know for a fact that the pressing issue will most likely end in a disagreement, i just write a letter, and you can't argue with a letter even if you are a man (pun intended) and i don't have to be worried about being out-talked by those born with the gift of gab ;)

In my mind, its the same way when i am trying to translate, because when you translate from one language to another, you do a better job when you are able to 'think' in the language you are translating to. For some reason i have never been able to think in Yoruba no matter how hard i try, i just get confused, is there a problem, i wonder, why can't i at least be eloquent in my thoughts !

I am now beginning to suspect that my knowledge of Yoruba must be purely academic, otherwise how else can you explain my inability to pray in Yoruba, a language i speak, read and write uh?, don't even get me started on my issues with translating French ( the upside down language).

Okay, rant over. I decided to translate the masterpiece of a song called Olori Oko to add value and simply because i am awesome like that :), besides i did promise Relentless i would keep torturing myself translating Yoruba songs for the greater good.

Anyhow, while i was doing the said translation, it occurred to me that quite a number of the words/sayings featured in Olori oko will have absolutely no meaning to whoever was reading unless they understood the language well or had the context of the words explained to them. It's like this, let's just assume for a minute, that  the Yoruba language was a room, it would then be described as a room having lots of nooks and crannies because of the different dialects and different meanings of words based on your geographical location,  i know it is the same with most languages, (an example would be the French Language spoken in France vs the French language spoken in Canada), but just stay with  me here, i know the post is boring already but remember, its for the greater good!

So i will actually be doing a translation, and will refrain from doing a transliteration (which is easier since i don't have to think), because then the meaning will be lost. ...let me give you an example of a real queer transliteration versus translation word in Yoruba:

The Yoruba word ran mi leti transliterated means sew my ears ( i don't know how this saying came about) but translated, the meaning is simply 'remind me'..did that add value ? ...you are very welcome.


Where was i ? , i was doing a background on the language elements in Olori oko ..here goes

The theme of this song is the second coming of our lord Jesus Christ, the song has some English parts, and some Yoruba parts,  for those Yoruba parts, i will try to do a crash course. Please follow me as i explain the difficult  Yoruba words/sayings in this song, they all point to the second coming of Jesus.


Olori Oko - Literal meaning is the head of the farm. Back in the old days farming was the main occupation and the word master and owner of the farm became synonymous, kinda like in the days of the slave trade when the owner of the plantations were referred to as masser (master). Olori Oko means the lord of the manor or simply the Master. It's obvious who the Olori oko is in this song.


Yi yo tekun n yo, ki ma yi se tojo - This saying refers to the process of stalking a prey by the Leopard, we should not assume the leopard is being cowardly when he walks slowly and crouches in darkness. We all know a predator sneaks and stays out of sight until he is ready to pounce on his prey, the key element here is surprise. The meaning to this song; the coming of Jesus will be as a thief in the night.




Agba kin wa loja kori omo tun tun wo - This means, if an elder is in the market place, a new born's head will not bend or be crooked. The context of this saying can be explained by the fact that we Africans carry our children on our backs, see you tube link on how that is done here. The neck of a new born will usually bend to one side when he/she is put on his mothers back after a while, because newborns have very little neck control. So back in the days it was a common sight to see an elderly woman stop a young mother to help her adjust the neck of the new born baby on her back. This could be in a farm or along the road, wherever, let's just stick to the market scene for the purpose of this discourse today, okay? So the meaning of this saying has to do with being saved from making a dangerous mistake because of the counsel of an elder or the help of someone who knows more about something  than you do. Meaning: listen to the warnings, Jesus is coming !


Sebi aaro to ba gbon, lo gun aso tele kin pa - This means, when a war has been announced before hand a cripple who is smart will get his butt out of that village fast, and avoid certain death. Need i say more?

Edumare -  This is one of the many names of God, Yorubas have many names for God, that is as diverse as the culture itself ( remember nooks and crannies). This particular name is derived from one of the dialects in Yoruba land, and it is made up of two words:

Edu - A powerful deity
Mare - You cannot go near

So the name Edumare is something like the powerful deity you cannot approach/question.... you get the drift.

Finally and thankfully ( i am bored out of my mind, writing this post by the way), there is what i will call praise singing for the purpose of this post ( i don't know the actual name), praise singing apparently is common in a certain form in most cultures in the world, its about reciting someone's praise, check out the many names of God in the bible which was written in Aramaic and Greek , the names describe the different attributes of his awesome person.

Praise singing in Nigeria is usually in a musical form and its done really skillfully too. We use it for humans, local deities, as well as for God. In the case of a human it will have to be someone with a certain level of authority eg one's husband (interesting), a great warlord, the king of one's village etc.

When it comes to praise singing for God specifically, i have noticed, that we mostly compare God with the powerful elements of nature or powerful and (mostly) destructive forces. I have discovered that Africans have a healthy respect for terror/destruction, that is why our fore fathers deified anything we feared or did not understand back in the days eg, the god of thunder or the god of small pox etc..  the praise singing is the last part of this song



If  you are still awake and reading, i have to let you know i enlisted my mum's help in translating this song, because i wanted to make sure i did it right. Mum was a good sport, she looked through it and offered valuable suggestion/explanations, she even consulted her Yoruba dictionary ( yes, she has a big one), which was fine, except in my mind, i am thinking 'this is not a Yoruba exam mum', some of the things she taught me, i am unable to explain, because i am not even sure that i, her daughter understood what she was talking about, you see, my mum is able to think in Yoruba, something i can not do, so we were not on the same wave length at all. So after a while i was like 'its okay mum, *ese, this will have to do'. In fairness to her she doesn't know i am doing the translation for my blog, but the reality is that its really difficult for our generation to grasp some of the deep meanings in our local languages because we have never experienced some of the things our parents experienced, and we simply can not relate, the generational gap is just too wide .This is the best i can do. The end!

* thank you

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Culture and Language - Intro

I love being a Nigerian, i love our diverse cultures and languages and i love the Yoruba language. Its a beautiful and rich language, and i am certainly biased as the Yoruba language is the only Nigerian language i am familiar with. The reason is my mum is Yoruba and i have lived in Lagos all my life. It's a pity really that i don't speak another Nigerian language, because i have been blessed with a natural affinity for learning languages. Put me in a new place for a few months and i will have began to pick up the language, so i repeat , what a waste, that i never lived anywhere else in Nigeria apart from Lagos. It is my consolation though, that my pidgin english is quite good ( i believe it counts as a language for the people from south-south) because i have friends from that side!

I have an academic mother, who also happens to be born in Ile Ife, the cradle of Yoruba civilisation, ( go figure), so my growing up years were steeped in the yoruba culture and language. Also my mum is the kind of person who normally punctuates her Yoruba sentences with *Owe, and of course Owes usually came with lessons about the context of the said proverbs. If you have been reading this blog for sometime you would know that my granny was also our baby sitter during our growing up years, and she spoke no English,only her native dialect, so invariably, i also spoke the Ife dialect very well as i kid, although now i only understand it, i can't speak it anymore, but there are some words in the Yoruba language i understand deeply because of the knowledge of my mum's dialect, win- win!



 All these factors, have contributed to my having a really good knowledge of the language and its is something i am so thankful  for. I however regret not knowing anything about my dad's language, i would have loved to speak it too, but my dad himself never bothered to teach us his language since he spoke Yoruba too and you know children usually gravitate towards the language of the mum.

On a kinda off topic, i would like to debunk the myth that speaking two or more languages to a child will hinder his/her ability to speak both languages well. IT IS NOT TRUE, see an article about it here. I am a living proof, if you met me you wouldn't even be able to tell i understood a word of the Yoruba language, but i  speak read and write the language fluently and those ** amins ..so easy, i can do them in my sleep.

This post was supposed to be a prelude to a song i want to translate, but i am yapping about this because it saddens my heart, every time i meet children who live in Nigeria and can't speak their local dialect, i believe a person's language and culture are a huge part of who they are. Its a shame really, and the usual excuse most parent's give is that they do not want the child's English to be impeded, or the most annoying excuse in my  opinion is when parents say learning a local dialect is not important because the world has now become a global village, i ask people like that what it will hurt if the kid can speak many languages...



A child can learn more than one language simultaneously, i can't say it often enough. I speak Yoruba to my son a lot and he understands everything i say even though he responds in english most of the time.Also he always asks me to tell me what diffrent objects and things her in yoruba, sometimes he gets it right and sometimes he misses it up  which is really cute. Recently pointed to his eyes and announced 'this is imu'***..lol.

I just read a post written sometime ago by relentless, apparently more and more people are realising this is a problem and for this i am glad.
What is everyone's take on this language issue or am i the only one who feels weird when my paternal family are speaking my supposed native language and i don't understand a word of it?

* Yoruba Proverbs
** Tone marks
***nose

Sunday, November 27, 2011

You are so Faithful by Bob Fitts

This is a blast from the past, it used to be my one of my favourite worship songs back in the days, i love Bob Fitts and his music




You are so Faithful By Bob Fitts

Verse 1:
Like the sun that rises everyday,
You are so faithful. Lord, You are faithful.
Like the rain that You send,
And every breath that I breathe,
You are so faithful, Lord

Verse 2:
Like the rose that comes alive every spring,
You are so faithful. Lord, You are faithful.
Like the life that You give,
to every beat of my heart,
You are so faithful, Lord.


Bridge :
I see the cross and the price You had to pay,
I see the blood that washed my sins away.

Chorus:
In the midst of the storm
through the wind and the waves,
You'll still be faithful, You'll still be faithful,
When the stars refuse to shine and time is no more,
You'll still be faithful,



" Therefore, know that the lord your God, he is God, the faithful God who keeps covenant and mercy for a thousand generations with those who love him and keep his commandments;  Deuteronomy 7: 9

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Something worth leaving behind

I have not been inspired to write lately or should i say i have had tons of things whirling in my head, but i have been unable to put them down, because life has been a little too overwhelming for now. Today is a good day however, i have been listening to some country music and inspiration has come. In the spirit of this post done by Myne Whitman, this is my own version in country music to inspire you too. I am sharing this song by Country musician Lee Ann Womack. She is famous for the hit song I hope you dance. This is another one of her songs that i absolutely love, its called Something worth leaving behind...




Lyrics of Something worth living behind

Hey Monalisa, who was Leonardo?
Was he Andy Warhol?
Were you Marilyn Monroe
Hey Mozart, what kind of name is Amadeus
It's kinda like Elvis
You gotta die to be famous
I may not go down in history
I just want someone to remember me

I'll probably never hold a brush
that paints a masterpiece
Probably never find a pen
that writes a symphony
But if I will love then I will find
That I have touched another life
And that's something
Something worth leaving behind

Hey Midas you say you have the magic touch
But even all that shiny stuff
Someday is gonna turn to dust
Hey Jesus it must have been some Sunday morning
In a blaze of glory
We're still tellin' your story
I may not go down in history
I just want someone to remember me

I'll probably never dream a dream
and watch it turn to gold
I know I'll never lose my life
to save another soul
But, if I will love then I will find
That I have touched another life
And that's something
Something worth leaving behind

Hey baby see the future that we're building
Our love lives on in the lives of our children
And that's something
Something worth leaving behind.



Don't you just love Country Music :)

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Ouch :(

I would have had a restful weekend, but for this persistent toothache that just started out of the blues and would not go away no matter what i tried. Oh wait.... i have never had toothache, i have been blessed with super teeth.. seriously, i break almost all the rules of dental hygiene and i have never even had a tooth filled....no kidding,my teeth are awesome, not as white as i would like them to be, but they are straight,strong with no crooked tooth any where, thank you very much!, its indeed a blessing cos, my kid sister (well not a kid at all, i just happen to be older) who obeys pretty much every rule because she is a goody-two-shoes dental hygiene rules, has had her teeth filled severally, she has even removed two of her teeth, i think.. the poor darling, seems i am one of the lucky ones in the family that got this wonderful gene from my mum's side. Evidence is the fact that Mama (my maternal grandmother) still has all her teeth at 90, also my mum has to be the greatest sweet tooth i know but she still has perfectly healthy teeth.

Everything i have written above is true, and since this is real life and not some movie script, there has to be a down side ( y'all know that, right?) i also took after my mum in another way. Wisdom teeth show up very late in their family...by late i mean very, my mum grew her last one when she was 51 ...you read that correctly. I remember her being feverish,complaining of headaches and i also remember her saying that if i had married in my early twenties, we would have had a situation where grandma and grand child were both teething at the same time ...what a funny thought.

Except its not funny, i am 34 years old and i have no wisdom teeth yet, i just started sprouting the first one this weekend and and it wasn't fun dealing with the pain. There is this horrible persistent throbbing pain on the affected side, i can't even attempt to chew with that side, and i can't have the offending tooth 'filled' or 'pulled out' to stop the pain ..how awful, and how much paracetamol is too much in a day?. I called my mother to get a sympathetic support of a fellow sufferer and maybe some advise, trust my mum with her strange home remedies ( according to my mum, Partminger leaves and Eucalyptus oil should be a cure for almost every ailment known to man). i just said 'okay mum, thanks  i have heard', i couldn't even argue. Hubby just tried to make me as comfortable as possible over the weekend, not questioning my strange unusual condition.

I feel much better today, my gum is not as swollen plus the pearly white is peeping out a little (praise the lord! ) but i can still feel the ever so slight throb in my left jaw, no wonder babies develop tempretaure, throw up and are generally cranky, when they are teething, its not even a joke. You mean, i have three more upcoming episodes of this sort of pain in the future? oh just kill me now ..ugh!

Sunday, November 13, 2011

I want more of you

Here is a  beautiful song by Sinach, this is my favourite of all her songs, its a superb song and i love it :)




Lyrics

Chorus 
I want more of you 
I want more of you Jesus 
Cause the more I know you 
The more I want to know you
Jesus More of you


Solo
You make my life so beautiful
As you are, you have made me here on earth
There’s nothing greater than this 
That is why I love you for evermore


Refrain
More of you 
More of you 
More of you 
Jesus more of you

Happy Sunday!
He must increase, and i must decrease John 3:30



Friday, November 11, 2011

Traffic can be spiritual too ...seriously?

I recently did a post about our film industry, and i mentioned our general belief that all problems is can be spiritual. One thing is certain about us Nigerians, we believe very much in the spiritual, let me rephrase, we believe every thing stems from  the spiritual, it evades every aspect of our lives, one of the symptoms would be how seriously we take going to church or mosque or ..you get my drift..., i just have to talk about my mum at this junction..

My mum is like the typical Nigerian christian, she is an ardent church goer, BUT she is ALWAYS in church, always, especially for prayers meetings and vigils. This just started happening in recent years, my mummy was a banker for over 20 years before she retired, after the retirement, she  took up church as her new career (at least that is the joke in my family now), my mum just ignores us when we say stuff like that, or she gives us the 'you guys are just too young and foolish to understand' speech. Not only that, there are some conversations i have with my mum,we talk about about things that have happen to me or stuff that are going on in my life and after she gives her opinion, my reaction is to roll my eyes..'mum everything is not spiritual '   Don't get me wrong, i believe very much in the spiritual and i go to church too, a lot, but mum's church attendance tops the combo of all four of us , all church going kids too, at least that is what it looks like our side of the story and we are sticking to it .. Its obvious that this is not a case of boredom, cos my mum is a very busy woman, she can create work for herself even when there is none,, she genuinely believes she has to do this. I once asked a friend's mum, who behaves exactly like my mum, about this thing with mothers and church and she said *''you must safe guard the things, wey you  keep for ground'' ....I think she spoke in pidgin english so i could understand the real context of what she was saying....you know English language has its limitations..makes sense but i can't subscribe to that way of life,..maybe when i am a grand ma, just maybe..



that was a digression...sorry.. the real post is about an incident that happened in traffic. You know how it is in Lagos, there are some certain times you can expect traffic.

  • Fridays
  • Day before a public holiday
  • When it rains
  • The whole of December (with the exception of after Christmas when most Igbos have gone to the village)
  • There is also traffic that occurs because of reasons like demented bus drivers, bad roads, insane tanker drivers, accidents, but i digress.

 Finally there is traffic without a reason, at least not a reason you can see. I was in one of such traffics a while ago, actually, i am always caught in traffic whenever i take that route, and it seems there is no reason for it, or rather there is, in my opinion that route has in abundance, a rare specie of impatient and selfish Lagos drivers, that's all and that explanation makes perfect sense to me. We were in traffic again one day, when one man asked loudly for every one to hear in reference to the usual traffic ** abi won ri nkan sile ni bi yi ni ? ...say what???,unbelievable, that was my joke for week, you mean our problems with traffic is also spiritual???...naija i hail o! .I have never heard that before, that unexplainable traffic equals spiritual traffic..but as they say, we learn everyday.

In conclusion,  today we have learnt about the mystery of mothers and church going,  and we have also learnt how traffic can be spiritual....you are very welcome ;)


* You have keep your children/grandchildren safe from spiritual harm/attacks
** Was something buried on this road ( something refers to a charm or what have you  )

Sunday, November 6, 2011

Ko ma si (nobody like you) by Lara George

I love this lady and her music, i really do. I am featuring another song of hers today, its called Ko ma si .Its a delicious fusion of the Yoruba and English language, its a beautiful song, i love it,what's not to love?... Lyrics are below and since the song has some parts in Yoruba, translation is also below in italics {again i will do my best to translate without losing the meaning}..i hate translating!


1. KO MA SI / NOBODY LIKE YOU

Verse 1:
Ko ma si, ko ma si o, 

There is none x2
ko ma si eni ti o dabi re Oba mi o
There is no one like you my king
Iberu ko si, ko si fun mi o

There is no fear, no fear in me
Nitori iwo nikan soso l’oba mi,

Because you alone are my king 
 l’ojo gbogbo
For all time ( or eternity if you like)

Chorus:
There’s nobody like you Lord
There’s nobody like our God
There’s nobody like You Lord,
Like You Lord, like our God

Verse 2:
Igbati, igbati o

When x2
Igbati omije ba n bo o , mo mo ‘pe iwo l’abo o

When tears overwhelm me, i know you are my refuge
Iberu ko si, ko si fun mi o

There is no fear, no fear in me
Nitori iwo nikan soso l’oba mi
Because you alone are my king 
L’ojo gbogobo
For all time 


When i searched the highest mountains
Looked for you in deepest valley
Searched the rivers small and shallow 
Deep and wide o, broad and narrow
I realized there is no one like you
In the earth and in the skies too
Ko ma si, ko si no-one like you
Nobody, nobody o

Repeat chorus



So i lift your name up higher, higher
Celebrate you louder, louder
Lift your name up higher
I’ll sing it louder and shout it higher, higher , higher
Lift your name up higher, higher
Celebrate you louder, louder
Lift your name up higher
I’ll sing it louder and shout it higher, higher, higher


Hope everyone is enjoying their extended weekend...blessings!

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Our Film industry - Nollywood


I am not that biased when i say Nigerians are truly unique, both in the good and the bad ways, we are indeed very different and interesting people....i have a few things i have observed about us that i would like to write about, but i have just been lazy uninspired, i will set it off with this collection below, i have had it for years, its totally plagraised, except that  i reedited it a bit and  added a  few more details, also my comments/thoughts are below in Italics.....  I wish i knew who compiled this list so i can give them credit. Its too funny and so true. Below are the lessons that Nollywood ( our film industry ) has taught us:  


Disclaimer : This post is written tongue in cheek and is just for laughs!


1. Every problem you have is a spiritual one.
We know how we roll in Nigeria, 'home trouble' and being followed is normal 

2. In every romance movie, someone must die.
I wonder why that is the pattern ?

3. It is possible to hit a person without actually touching them
We watched chinese films for so long we actually became like them

4. Anyone who gets hit by a car dies immediately.
They might as well get going/dying, the doctors will most likely be on strike anyway 

5. Poisoned food always tastes better.
Same with buka food, all those nutritious germs nah!

6. The best way to make money is by visiting a 'Babalawo' / joining a
cult / sleeping with rich men.
Unbelievable, they forgot politics!!!

7. One of a pair of twins (identical or not) is born evil.
C'est la vie!

8. There is never an end to your suffering, except death!
Aint that the truth!  * Ojo iku lojo isinmi 

9. With a pastor ... all things are possible.
With prayer and much fasting too

10. A movie can be titled anything... such as:

*The boy is mine,
* Face me, I face you
*Two rats,
*Spanner,
*Calculator,
*Igala,
*Ijele,
*Igodo,
*Igudu
*Shigidi
My people una dey creative sha!!


Nollywood Hustlers can be a title too!














11. A movie has not been made if at least one actor/actress has not-
'shelled', twisted his/her lips to speak wrong phonetics'.
Oyinbo is not their father's language, they tried...

12. You are in love... you want to take your girl out, the best place
you take her to is...

*Mr. Biggs/Tantalizers: where you'll most probably see an ex while
feeding each other.
I personally don't know why lovers feeding each other is considered romantic, we probably got that from the stone age


They have to be eating chicken, its always the drum stick or Ice cream 
Yep it has to be only those food items 

*The beach: where it is imperative that you ride a donkey and carry her
playfully.
Yeah yeah, really inspires romance 

*Or the best: take her to buy some new ugly clothes.
New ugly clothes ...lmao

13. An Igbo movie has been made if:

* You visit a Dibia (Babalawo)
* A fleet of cars is shown off at regular intervals for a total of half
of the movie time.
* Kanayo 'O' Kanayo is in the movie. Pete Edochie is there too!
So now you know how to spot an igbo movie...you are welcome ;)

* To get rich it is mandatory you join a cult
Again they left out joining our Senators to get rich quick

14. Gun shots and knock-outs sound the same!
Who are they kidding, knockouts all the way

15. Sometimes the title has absolutely nothing to do with the movie and
other times, once you read the title and see the poster you know it
all!!! (Also the soundtrack gives you a headache because it just
narrates the whole story repeatedly - so much for suspense and
intrigue!)
Geegeun!

16. A love story has not been produced if it does not have one or two of
the following actresses-

* Stella Damascus
* Stephanie Okereke
* Genevieve Nnaji
* Omotola Jolade
* Rita Dominic
This makes sense people, those are the babes now..

17. The police are extremely 'efficient' unlike their counterparts in
real life.
That's because they are acting ..duh!

18. An actress can wear the same hairdo for more than a year and even in
longer flashbacks.
Yep..that always makes me want to tear my hair out (pun intended)

19. It is permissible to wear very dark shades at night!
How else are you gonna know the bad guy uh?

20. When you are shot in the chest, it really doesn't matter; your head
will be bandaged! Same for your legs!
All join, wound na wound 

21. When advertising a movie, you really should shout because... people
are deaf?
They are advertising from Idumota or Iweka road, what did you expect? 

22. When you are extremely poor, you will still be able to afford-a
beautiful house, very good furniture, T.V., nice clothes, but you won't
be able to send your kids to school.
School fees are expensive now ..ha!

23. Most especially in Yoruba movies, your gateman must be inefficient
and comical. He MUST dress like a freak, be rude to all your visitors
and never mind his business.
Conclusion: all the gate men must be smoking something 

24. The bad guy always dies or gets caught by none other than the
police- LOL!!!!
LMAO..oh, so that is how it is supposed to work..

25. At the end of a three hour movie you'll be reminded that THIS IS
JUST THE BEGINNING...WATCH OUT FOR PART 2!
Na today, there will also be part three !

26. An actor must also sweat profusely when crying.
Is it beans to fake tears? 

27. An actor announces his death as he slowly dies- “You killed me” “I’m dying” “I’m dead”
You might not be convinced by the acting , hence the announcement

28. In a case where a person is on his death bed, he/she must cough till they die.
I have always wondered about that ..does anyone know? anyone???

29. Every ghost must wear a white cloth and have powdered unevenly distributed on their face.
They never saw 'Ghost' by Patrick Swayze and Demi Moore..sad

30. And finally, it does not matter the type of movie, Romance, Thriller, Horror, it does not matter...at the end, you will always see ...TO GOD BE THE GLORY...
I personally prefer "we are nothing but pencil in the hands of the creator" ..samish but more creative if you catch my drift ;)

So here is the list,did i leave any out?


* Yoruba Language meaning the day one dies is the day of rest 

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