Friday, March 30, 2012

Everything that glitters

I am feeling like some country music today, i love this song and i dedicate it to fellow Leo and country music lover, Toinlicious, its has a moving and beautiful story behind it and strange?( in my opinion).. i can't imagine leaving my kid for whatever reason, it's simply impossible..or is it just me?. Btw, thank God it's Friday :)

Here is Dan Seal singing Everything that glitters is not gold







Lyrics:
Everything That Glitters (Is Not Gold)
Dan Seals

Saw your picture on a poster, in a cafe out in Phoenix
Guess you're still the sweet heart of the rodeo
As for me and little Casey, we still make the circuit
In a one horse trailer and a mobile home
And she still asks about you all the time
And I guess we never even cross your mind

But oh sometimes I think about you
And the way you used to ride out
In your rhinestones and your sequins
With the sunlight on your hair
And oh the crowd will always love you
But as for me I've come to know
Everything that glitters is not gold

Well old Red he's getting older, and last Saturday he stumbled
But you know I just can't bear to let him go
Little Casey she's still growing and she's started asking questions
And there's certain things a man just doesn't know
Her birthday came and you never even called
I guess we never cross your mind at all

But then sometimes I think about you
And the way you used to ride out
In your rhinestones and your sequins
With the sunlight on your hair
And oh the crowd will always love you
But as for me I've come to know
Everything that glitters is not gold

Everybody said you'd make it big someday
And I guess that we were only in your way
But someday I'm sure your gonna know the cost
Cause for everything you win there's something lost

But oh sometimes I think about you
And the way you used to ride out
In your rhinestones and your sequins
With the sunlight on your hair
And oh the crowd will always love you
But as for me I've come to know
Everything that glitters is not gold

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

The way we talk - Questions and yet more questions!

You have probably heard the saying that a Nigerian will answer a question with another question, or maybe you have not heard. Well i have discovered that this is true, i have seen this happen often, but you know what else is true?, Nigerians can carry on a conversation for five minutes with just questions. Its intriguing, we did something like that on face book sometime ago and every one kept on adding to the conversation, it was really funny.


 The scenario was just for fun, it involved two friends who were having a conversation, we will call them Friend A and Friend B ( There will be a lot of pidgin English in there because it flows better that way), here goes, off the top of my head...

Friend A : How far? you no dey call person?
Friend B : why i go call you? you buy me credit?

Friend A : na quarrel? i no fit play with you again?
Friend B : which kin mumu play be that? you don see Ade as per our deal?
Friend A : my brother, wahala gree me see road?
Friend B : okay , make we go block Ade for weekend?

Friend A : You go show?
Friend B : why i no go show?, make we meet after the match on saturday?

Friend A : which match?, you mean say you still dey follow that yeye team?
Friend B : take time o, who dey follow yeye team?

I bet you can add to this conversation easily..if you are made in Nigeria!

Friday, March 23, 2012

A Letter to my son

I wrote this in honour of my son's fourth birthday on Feb 12,  i am just posting it now... 






Dear Jesse,

Its been four years since you became part of our lives, and life as we know it has changed so much. I remember realising that i was two days late for my period and ignoring the fact, it wasn't the first time my period was late. Then there was the caution i felt in my spirit, as i ran to catch the staff bus because i was running late again. I remember buying the pregnancy test from the pharmacy that evening on the way home, and waking your dad up early the next morning so he could watch me POAS* because he wanted us to do it together. I remember waiting with bated breath for the full three minutes before checking the test. It was positive!.


I remember that my first response was relief, immense relief because i have always had a secret fear that maybe i was infertile (always the persimist ), then wonder that i was indeed carrying a baby, i was carrying you.

Being pregnant was a breeze, i had no morning sickness whatsoever, i was almost super human in the way i carried on, my only challenge then was a very stressful job, a terrible boss, and horrendous traffic which resulted in hours and hours of me sitting in a staff bus holding my pee. I remember when i started bleeding at 14 weeks while at work, i remember calling your dad, and him praying for me over the phone, i never saw blood again. I remember our disappointment when we were told you were a boy, i think i was in shock, your dad was so disappointed, we had both wanted and prayed for a girl, we quickly moved on after that and prepared for life with blue instead of pink!, and let me tell you i love blue, i do.



 Labour was terrible, 'how appropriate', i thought to myself, pregnancy was too easy for me, and there had to be some sort of payback. I remember feeling as if i was going to die, it took a whole day for you to come and the doctors were thinking you might be distressed, you were not, you seemed to be having fun at my expense, with me pushing as hard as i could and you refusing to show. I remember the indescribable relief and awe i felt when you finally came out and i remember hearing your father saying Jesus, over and over again as you made your grand entrance.You wailed your heart out, you had, you still have, such powerful lungs. 

We have gone through some stuff together, you and me, haven't we? starting with that seemingly never ending labour of almost two days, i still can't understand why it took so long for your umbilical cord stump to fall off. Then i did not lactate for the first week and when my milk finally came, it was never enough, even though i tried everything from modern medicine to old wives' methods, nothing worked. I remember the frustration, the tears and feeling like i had somehow failed you. But you grew on formula, didn't you my prince and no one could tell the difference. I remember your first ear infection, and when you had boils all over your face, so bad that my baby looked like someone i did not recognize. 

How can i forget the time you were admitted twice within two weeks, for a nameless infection, i remember your dad being so upset with the hospital and your pediatrician because they seemed so relaxed about it, how i gained new respect for mothers during that period, its not easy sleeping in a hospital for nearly two weeks, motherhood is indeed hard work. I remember also the happy times, introducing you to new things and watching your wonder - filled face is always a pleasure, i remember our first holiday as a family, your first plane ride, your first day at school. I could go on and on. 



You are the sunshine in our world, and you make us laugh everyday with your funny and witty ways, you make us scream everyday too, why can't you just sit still? and why are you always screaming?. We would do anything to make you happy, still working on the baby sister you always ask for though, soon my darling, i hope soon. You know, the love of a mother is a funny thing, and i thought i understood it, i thought i knew it when i had you four years ago, it was only a glimpse, only a seed, and it has grown, how it has grown, and it keeps growing every day into something more beautiful than i had ever imagined, so this is what loving a child means, its beautiful, i am blessed, i am grateful. Happy birthday my love, i wish you many more years in happiness and health, thank you for being my son, i love you always to the farthest star and back! 


Love always

Mom

* Pee on a stick 

Sunday, March 4, 2012

Here i am to worship

Micheal W Smith singing, Here i am to worship, i love this song ..lyrics are included

Friday, March 2, 2012

The way we talk - 'pound it in' syndrome!

I saw a status update on a friend's facebook page, he commented on how Nigerians always say things twice, and he gave examples, words like corner corner, thief thief, talk talk, copy copy, follow follow, chop chop, scatter scatter, cry cry, are everyday vocabulary to the average Nigerian. He made me laugh, and decide to finally finish writing this post. I have honestly not felt like writing, i am not having a dry spell, i have things to write, but its the putting of my fingers to the keyboard that is the challenge (laziness i guess).

Nigerians love to repeat things, i have no idea why. Even the names of some foods are simply syllables being repeated ... Moin Moin, Chin Chin, Kuli Kuli, Dodo..our language is repetitious, but not only in the way my friend pointed out, also in another way, i call it the 'pound it in' syndrome. We put words together that mean the same thing, emphasis i guess, just in case you missed it the first time ..look at the list below, all these words can be said alone but we invariably always say them together in Naija, we all use at least one of these words.

Night vigil
Short knicker
Jeans pant
Bend corner
Mr man ( this one kills me!)
Reverse back
Revert back
Reason why
Tail end

 Did i forget any ?

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