Reflections

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Finally, it’s happening: Nigeria is deciding.
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Living, reading and setting goals
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One down, eleven more to grow
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In 2015, I resolve to…
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Closing with cleansing
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1.2.3, 1.2.3…sweat
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I’m gonna swing from a chandelier
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I need to find my own strength
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More than words: NaNoWriMo
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A parent’s worst nightmare

Finally, it’s happening: Nigeria is deciding.

        I am sooooooooo behind in blogging this month. My apologies. I have been under the weather and had to deliberately force myself to get enough rest to prevent a relapse. But I’m back now and stronger. It’s a good day to post as the country goes to the polls to decide on its choice of president for the next four years. Below is something I received a month ago and decided to share today: This election is not about North versus South nor is it Christian versus Muslim. It is about Nigeria and good governance. Don’t allow politicians divide us. When they share money, they don’t talk about religion. When they want donations from Aliko Dangote, they don’t remember he is a Muslim. When they enter an aircraft, they don’t ask the religious faith of the pilot. When their bosses are atheists, they don’t resign from their jobs. When an alhaji gives them contracts, they don’t reject it. They and their wives go to Dubai to spend money. Dubai is in United Arab Emirates but they have no problem buying houses there. Vote your conscience. If you want to vote for Jonathan, vote for him based[…]

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Living, reading and setting goals

                Two weeks ago, I joined an online book club. I’m hoping this move would help me read more books this year and improve on that achievement as I go on. We are a 21-member, all – female group called the bookshelf and I feel really good about it. A few days ago, I posted the article below on the group’s page: What is your reading target? 10 minutes a day? 30 minutes? An hour? A book a week? A month? Quarterly? Annually? One of my 2014 resolutions was to read two (or more) books a month. For someone who claimed to be a voracious reader, this , I admit, was way below my reading standards. But while I played with the idea of increasing my monthly book count, I also considered other areas of my life. I had to be realistic; that’s what the R in the popular S.M.A.R.T goals setting acronym stands for. Because setting the goals are easy. Achieving them…not so much. 2014 started off brilliantly. By the end of February, I had six books under my belt – Mastery, The Art of Speaking Well, Life’s a Pitch, Dreams from[…]

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One down, eleven more to grow

I got this message from one of my gal pals, Muimui, yesterday: Hope it’s been a jolly Jan 2015. This is just to wish you a happy weekend! From our family to yours. A refreshing change from the ‘Happy New Month’ crap that makes the rounds every time another month rolls in. I told her this much when we saw each other in the evening and it turns out she can’t stand the ‘happy new month’ greeting either. Peas of a pod. Any surprise why we’re besties? So it’s February 1. A new month. The longest month has come to an end. FINALLY. Tired of how January simply refused to end, someone called it the 65th month of the year. I totally agreed with him. It just kept on dragging for days… Not anymore. Welcome February. Hello Valentine. What’s up, elections? Here in Nigeria this month, we’ll be mixing loving and voting on the same day. Subtly telling one another to let love reign and not wage war so that the process of elections (especially during and after) can take occur peacefully. Seriously??? Eh…let’s hope it works. Today, I’m reflecting on the month just gone by. Thanks to Muimui’s message[…]

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In 2015, I resolve to…

Live thankfully Like T who appreciates EVERYTHING I do for her in grand style – from making her favourite meals to taking her out to play parks to buying her gifts – thus making me blush and pleased at the same time, I’d live the same way this year. Thankful for everything. Big and minuscule.   Live joyfully   Every  morning, I’ll wake up with the awe of just being alive and begin each day with a smile.   Laugh often    …because it it the best medicine                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    […]

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Closing with cleansing

Here’s the second post. Yesterday I finally did it. The detox I have been procrastinating for almost the entire year. Alone in the kitchen two days ago early in the morning while making breakfast for the children, I noticed fruits crowding the tops of almost all the cabinets. The ones my sister, my sisters – in – law and I bought as well the others given to the family as presents. Paw paws, oranges, bananas, water melons, pears and limes stared back at me. The thought of my-not -having-the -time -to- do -a- three -day -long – water- and – fruit detox(that a family friend had painstakingly detailed on a foolscap paper at the beginning of the year) flashed through my mind. The book I was reading ‘Take Time for You ‘ dedicated two pages to ‘cleansing your temple’ and outlining a simple one – day fruit & vegetable detox plan. ‘A cleanse supplements what the liver already does, but many people believe in a detox’s ability to boost energy, clear the skin, and provide mental clarity.’ I am one of those people. And I was on holiday surrounded by family. So what was stopping me from doing it now?[…]

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1.2.3, 1.2.3…sweat

Happy New Year! Welcome to 2015! Here’s to good news, glad tidings and God’s blessings all year round. Since my last post last year (sounds like a lifetime ago) where I mentioned photo – uploading issues, I also discovered I couldn’t upload posts either! For about eight days. Turns out WordPress was compiling a report on my blogging activity which I saw on December 30. Thanks WordPress. Mighty nice and thoughtful of you. Next time please let me in on your plans so that you don’t frustrate mine. The next two posts, beginning with the one below, were due last month at specific times but couldn’t be uploaded because of the glitch. Here’s the first. At 6.30am this morning, I found myself jogging down the main road of our neighbourhood behind my younger sister. The last time I did this was…I can’t even remember. This running and huffing and feeling the wind rush past me is not my style. I don’t jog for exercise. I’d rather rhumba my way to weight loss or salsa to my desired size. I have diligently salsexercised almost throughout the year and it has paid off in the loose fit of some of my clothes.[…]

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I’m gonna swing from a chandelier

Hello December! I love, love, love this month. It is my favourite…right after August. It means holiday, family reunion, loads of eating and giving, togetherness, joy and just another chance to be thankful for life…and the entire year while looking, hopefully, towards the new one around the corner. Just thinking about it makes me want to cling a little longer to that chandelier. Hope it would hold my weight. Hello December! I’m glad you’re finally here, and I know you’d be good to me, to us, to everyone!

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I need to find my own strength

It is the start of another new month. So much for my NaNoWriMo challenge. In the last 31 days, this is the first time I’m scribbling on a page. 31 days of no writing (unless I want to count helping the children with their homework or writing a grocery list. And I was supposed to write everyday in the challenge!), no thinking about writing, and no thoughts spared for the NaNoWriMo project I was so certain I’d get involved in and write often enough. Life happened. We had a home invasion on November 1st. At exactly 2.05am, a loud sound woke me up as well as some of our neighbours. It was the sound of our front door being forced open. It was too loud not to be heard in the still and quiet of that night. I saw my beau, by a window, already shouting for help once he realized what was going on. When I came to the same realization, I ran back into the room and, shaking all over, called our next door neighbour for assistance.  Then I put the children together on one bed and knelt down beside them. All that came out of my mouth[…]

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More than words: NaNoWriMo

T will be back in the next post…hopefully. She’s still writing up the reception piece of her ‘Sand, Sun & (loads of) Fun’ series. It’s quite a lot and it’s almost taking her underwater but she’s breathing just fine. While she’s at it, I decided to slip this in. Come November 1, I will join thousands worldwide to begin the National Novel Writing Month challenge. Do I have an idea for a novel? No. Will I have one by Saturday? I doubt it. So I am engaging in the challenge because… I don’t write enough. I don’t write often. And I don’t write often enough. I’m not sure why but I think I can attribute it to feeling overwhelmed with all my roles overlapping, with all the multitasking, that writing constantly is put in storage. A far cry from hitting the burners; let alone the front one. It is that bad. T had to step in on my behalf while I picked myself up from where life left me. I’m just doing that how many posts later??? What the heck! This is not me. This is not the me I want to be. And this is where NaNoWriMo enters. It[…]

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A parent’s worst nightmare

120 days. Not 120 seconds or minutes or hours. But 120 days. That’s how long some parents haven’t seen or spoken to their children. Children who did not go on summer holidays or are on sabbaticals nor are they schooling in a different hard – to – reach continent, thereby explaining their absence. No. They have been abducted. To be used as bargaining chips, and to prove a political point by their captors. Who uses children to make a statement? Boko Haram. And that ex – CIA agent in the just concluded TV series ‘Crisis’. 120 days. Almost four months and counting. And not knowing how your child is faring. The feeling is, most likely, worse than death. Death would even be better. There’s a finality to it and it brings some sort of closure. This…this, however, is torture, torment, unimaginable horror. One that has, sadly, seen the death of eleven of the affected parents. Once, my elder brother ‘lost’ T in Shoprite for about five minutes. What followed was the most hellish five minutes of frantic searching. The thoughts that occurred during the period. Anything could have happened to her within that time. Someone could have picked her up[…]

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