Reflections

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March in review: Still at it
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February in review: Good vibes
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Between two white lines
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Wear a helmet
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The first cut is the deepest
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January in review: Wetin dey for Sokoto, e dey for sókótó
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Young, strong and cap-in-hand
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Just take the trash and go
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Be wary, that water dispenser might be much more
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Our holidays in photos: Sun, sand and animals

March in review: Still at it

If you’re persistent, you’ll get it; if you’re consistent, you’ll keep it.   Ah, this month. My siblings series continued every Sunday to very encouraging, relatable feedback; this might be my best writing decision yet in recent times. No such uplook in my 9am – 5pm though; the Sahara looks more like an ‘inviting’ prospect compared to it. The slight boost which occurred last month was just  a ruse. It totally deceived me. Aaargh! Speaking of which, the financial editing I delved into this time last year appeared on my desk again this month. Hello, annual report season! I cannot, for the life of me, understand the pleasure derived from computing, compiling figures; it’s like watching paint dry. Even that seems more appealing. But edit the documents, I did. They made me yawn, bored me to tears and made me extra cash too. Thankfully, there is a season for them; all I need do is grin and grit my teeth, and get the work over and done with. I have to admit though, the first set of content I dealt with had my eyebrows slightly elevated in pleasant surprise. And yes, it’s also Easter season too, and holidays for the children with[…]

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February in review: Good vibes

Inspiration exists but it must find you working – Pablo Picasso   The second month of the year was, surprisingly, a good month for me. Surprising because I had no expectations whatsoever. Indeed, I had things lined up to begin this month; I hadn’t anticipated the positive effects they would have on me. Despite being out of commission for a week due to malaria medication and drastically reducing my work out time, everything else came together in February. Finally, I read the last page of Fire and Fury; I wasn’t sad to close the book. It was long overdue. That’s what happens with an e-book. Nevertheless, I intend to try my hands on other e-books and speed up my reading time. My 9a.m. – 5p.m. gig got a much – needed boost from some news item and new posters; the phone calls kept coming in as well as the emails. Life was once again breathed into a project that had been in suspend mode for a tad too long. I started off two things. The first was posting an article to some of my contacts on Whatsapp every Sunday. This singular act pushed me to write more and keep to[…]

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Between two white lines

  A car is parked by the curbside. Another is idling right next to it, creating a rather narrow path way for other road users. In turn, this arrangement gives rise to building traffic as cars are constrained to slow their pace at this point and carefully negotiate no scratches on their cars while tooting their horns in disgust – parents on the school run route during rush hours. The lady  behind the chaotic car is impervious to the loud and incessant  honking behind her; she awaits her ward who is buying a snack or two from one of the shops close to the school. A parking ticket strictly for parents’ parking infractions would be an idea whose time has come.  A Sienna, a rather long vehicle, kicks its engine to life in its parked spot. A CR4, searching for a space, notices the lights, and edges closer. The Sienna begins to back out but is unable to execute the move completely. The CR4 has left insufficient manoeuvring room for it to do so. Sienna toots once, twice but the CR4 doesn’t budge. Sienna driver alights and confronts CR4 driver, behind whose car a line of impatient waiting cars have[…]

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Wear a helmet

One minute  I was descending, balancing cutlery and plates on my right hand; the next , I was slamming my neck, spine and butt hard on jutting, concrete, well – laid out slabs – knocking the breath out of me and sending that balanced pile flying in all directions.  I have a meeting at 9a.m on the island. Was my initial thought. I didn’t want to miss it. The possibility of a slipped disc or broken bones was insignificant. Much like the student who screamed:  ‘Ah! My CK jeans!‘ when shot in the leg by armed robbers.  It is difficult to describe what happened  because everything went so fast like …magic. Africa movie magic.  For several  dazed minutes, I didn’t move a muscle. After that initial thought , Inly then did my mind begin to process the incident while waiting to get back the wind that shot out of me upon impact.  The silence was eerie at 5.45a.m. as I finally, slowly craned my neck. That’s when fear began to sip in. Scared to move my entire body in the event of any physical or internal damage, I assessed the one in front of me. Most of the cutlery and plastic[…]

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The first cut is the deepest

Online shopping? Nah, it wasn’t for her. Didi thought as Jumia’s discount sales on bags, shoes, women’s fashion flashed invitingly on the right. She was dinosaur like that. The touch, the smell, the physical effect on her senses led to a purchase. Merely viewing them did little or nothing to compel her to give money away. Her beau once ordered a pair of well – made, hand- crafted leather slippers (online) in two distinctive designs. They were beautiful onscreen, and even more up close when they arrived. The smell of rich, brown leather and a colour on them like the coat of a thoroughbred. The only issue? They were the perfect size for their four- year old son; Didi chuckled for days. She continued scrolling down her newsfeed. Nothing intriguing caught her eye amongst the assortment of posts by friends or family. Scroll. Scroll. Scroll. Facebook seemed like the Sahara. Yudala soon took over the 100% off trend on electronics and more female accessories. Fleetingly, she paused. No harm screen- shopping. She did it all the time; then had recurring dreams about desired items much later. Once again, nothing interesting. She resumed scrolling until… She did need a new black[…]

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January in review: Wetin dey for Sokoto, e dey for sókótó

We have to let go of the life we planned…And accept the one that is waiting for us. – Joseph Campbell   Just before the new year rang in, I began mapping out (and writing down) my plans for it. Right after the holiday, things took off to a swimming start in the direction I envisioned. Accompanied with a heady feeling, they were happening at lightning-bolt speed. Thirty days later, I’ve been mulling over the above quote for a while now. Perhaps what I seek out there is smack in front of me. I’ve either set my sights above it or I’d rather not acknowledge it. A three -course meal for deep introspection. Food for thought. In other news, my reading is still on the back burner as I have spent most of the month fleshing out ideas for a new writing path ( while chasing external illusions).  January saw me begin a fast! I haven’t done that in eons. It was billed to last  for 21 days but was truncated on the 10th after I slipped on the stairs, slamming my neck, spine and behind hard on concrete. No worries. Nothing’s broken. Just had a lot of pain for[…]

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Young, strong and cap-in-hand

It seemed to confront him everywhere he went that day; either en route a location or at the destination . At the ATM, he noticed the absence of the expected queues as he manoeuvered into a suitable parking spot.Two people waited their turns. Parked to the right was a car with its bonnet opened and its owner, a woman, leaning on it. Not part of the money- withdrawing category, it was obvious what had happened to her car. The sparse gathering made it easy to notice the oddity amongst them. A woman – youngish, agile, alert – with a baby strapped to her back. Odd because she seemed to be loitering. Neither coming nor going. Just there, like an indecision. He thought nothing of her as he headed towards an unoccupied machine, but noticed from the periphery of his vision as she suddenly accompanied the man who had just vacated the space he was about to use. Minutes after he was through with his business, the lady appeared again; this time by his side as he made to re -enter his car. The leaning lady by the car was witness as he pointedly ignored the one by his door. By now,[…]

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Just take the trash and go

They came again last night. At 9p.m. The air heavy with their signature putrid stench, an unsavoury harbinger. Hanging rather comfortably, lazily even, like damp clothes draped out to dry. In minimal lighting and in no time, silhouettes of people dashed this way and that with diverse sizes of garbage from houses, from still opened kiosks, from adjoining streets. Hurried movements with little or no words except the random greetings to the handlers and their driver. Just take the trash and go. Who would have thought?  The first time the dump truck appeared in our neighbourhood at this inconvenient hour, voices rose in protest: What nonsense? What’s the time? What happened during the day? Why now? How disturbing, annoying, … etc? But amongst ourselves, and not within earshot of those who had us struggling with huge – sized dustbins, opening our gates to an unexpected, late guest for public (or is it private now?) service when we should be winding down after a long day. No apology was given; even graver, none was expected. Only in our clime do paid service providers believe they are bestowing upon their clients a favour when doing their jobs. Now this brazen behaviour is[…]

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Be wary, that water dispenser might be much more

A slurping sound from her left side drew her glance. A little boy, seated with his mum, was noisily emptying the cold, clear liquid from an equally transparent plastic cup. Her gaze shifted to the water dispenser at a corner of the waiting lounge by the entrance. Then it slanted to the six-year-old besides her; she had forgotten to bring along a bottle of water for him, and they had a long wait ahead of them. ‘At least two hours’, was the nurse’s response 10 minutes ago, when she had enquired how long it would take to get the results of the blood sample they had just withdrawn from her child. So they settled in for the wait; another torture to her night time ordeal of tepid – sponging her fever – ravaged son two days in a row. Her swollen, sleep – deprived eyes spoke volumes of working overtime while monitoring his temperature which yo-yoed between hot and scorching. Even now, they drooped intermittently. The 10-minute snooze she had snatched earlier proving ineffectual. But wait, they would. Anything to set him on the path of recovery and regain her beauty night’s rest. There was just a small snag; if[…]

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