Archive - February 2017

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Flippin’ fat Tuesday
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February in review
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G.L.i.B
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A day in the life of an ideal
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Is that love in the air?

Flippin’ fat Tuesday

Mardi Gras. Shrove Tuesday. These are familiar terms to me. I’ve known them for quite a while now. What they stood for. The dessert involved. Their meanings. This is no new territory to me. Then why…why haven’t I, in all my flipping pancake making years marked ‘Fat Tuesday’? Ever? I mean, pancakes were the first kind of pastry I learnt how to prepare in my early teens. My godmother – as she made to leave our house that morning back to hers) ran me through the ingredients and process in about three to five minutes. And since then, it stuck. Thank you, Aunt Alice! While my sisters going gaga kneading spongy dough for chin – chin and mixing batter for vanilla cakes, I was serving up my very first batch of very sweet, very burnt pancakes. That was more than 20 years ago. From one generation to the next As I grew up, so did my mastery and manipulation of this pan – fried cake; from the initial basic sweet ones eaten alone to sweet stacks drizzled with syrup or wedged on the side with yoghurt. There have been those with filling folded into the batter – corned beef, coconut[…]

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February in review

Two months into the year and it’s brimming with activity; a lot has happened already. Buhari is still in London on an extended vacation. Is he alive? Is he dead? Will he return to Nigeria? When? The rumours are as rife as they are varied. While his vice, who seems to be working in the right direction is being compared to his go – slow principal. There was that protest Innocent Idibia (2Baba) instigated and pulled out of barely 48 hours before the scheduled date left a sour taste in some peoples’ palate. The protest went ahead to be staged all right (after all, it wasn’t about him but about the decline of the economy) but some believed it would have been bigger and more effective if he had followed it through. Boko Haram is still making its mark and causing chaos, anarchy, doom and now famine in Northern Nigeria, despite the army’s progress in curtailing their destructive tending. Corruption is still large – scale and in several helpings as more funds (in local and foreign currencies) are still being discovered in unusual hideaways – septic tanks, gutters of politicians’ houses. Let’s not forget the properties too – exotic cars,[…]

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G.L.i.B

The title of this post flashed, as though impatient to join the blog, while I read my first book of the year. Nora Robert’s Whiskey Beach, kicked off my reading this month. It has been a loooooooong while since I held a book authored by her. As I turned the pages of perhaps my first novel in six months, I realized I wanted to talk (or rather, write) about the books I’d be reading in 2017 as I did, and not just list all of them in one post at the end of the year like I’ve done in the past two years. To do that, I needed a title for the book category I’d be introducing on the blog; it was going to be a constant like the others before it – the institution, just the two of them, etc. Books I’m currently reading and my reading list were two possible headings that didn’t quite fit. Too pedestrian, I thought. Bookshelf also made a feeble appearance; it was the name of an online book reading club I belonged to. Nah, wasn’t that pilfering? Half – way through Whiskey Beach and pondering on the culprit of the main unsolved crime,[…]

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A day in the life of an ideal

My dream: Wake up at 5a:m and perspire to Shaun T’s commands for about half an hour or more. Take a cold, refreshing bath, then pray for the day ahead. A glass of equally iced water (or two) is all I need to work for the next two, three hours. My work space is idyllic, serene, peaceful with the sound of nature blending into it. At 6.20 a:m, only a lone jogger pounds past the shady, running trail. The other human noise comes from the swishing movement of paddles’ contact with water as a couple kayak their way in the calm, flowing river right in front of me. Birds whistling, and occasionally gawking, signal the birth of another new day. And I, at the completely deserted shore, book and pen in hand, poised to write the morning and indeed my raging thoughts away. The gentle brush of breeze against me, a soft persuasion to begin the task I had set for myself. But first, I can’t resist watching the growing splash of golden brown spreading across the horizon, getting increasingly lighter as the sun begin its daily ascent to brighten the world. Then, lost in my craft and the beauty[…]

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Is that love in the air?

My afternoon school run return route boasts of three malls of varying sizes; two of them are cheek by jowl of each other while the third is a stone throw from its sisters. As I drive by in the opposite direction, the promise of the beginning of chaotic traffic is evident. Two lines of crawling cars, impatient maruwas and okadas jostling for the spaces in between and by the sides of cars while horns are blaring in dissonance. It’s always like this during festive/holiday seasons; today is no different. In the morning, I saw people wearing a touch of red in their outfits. Coincidental? Or deliberate? Some schools even asked that their students do the same. The children’s former school would got the whole nine yards -touch of red clothing, gifts for their Valentines (already chosen before the day). Not this new one though. Thankfully. Even the vendor close to the new school,one with whom I’m quite friendly with, had dropped not-so- subtle hints days before: “How the Valentine wan be na?” I also responded (cheerfully too) to the “Happy Valentine’s Day!” greetings I got. Everywhere – visually,verbally and audio-visually – I’m bombarded with this love day celebration. My mood[…]

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