January 26, 2012

We were children

Remember when we were children? Give or take between 1 and 7 years of age. Life was easy; even if your parents were the poorest of the poor. Most of us still knew our mother and fathers would come through in terms of food and Christmas clothing. Where they got it from was not our business and times when they didn’t come through, it didn’t matter because they held us to their breast and sang till our bellies were full.

Remember when we didn’t know the difference between beautiful and ugly; tall or short; sexy or unsexy;. We loved just because; they made us laugh, played with us, fought with us in the sand, wiped our tears and snot away with their Sunday best, they were there when Grandma died, got into trouble with us, shared our meals, helped us with homework, kept our secrets… Remember kissing mom mouth to mouth in the morning when her breath was bad and yet we barely noticed because we were just so in love with the woman who slapped us to hell and back just two days ago? Remember never being ashamed of  Dad with his Afro and constant scarecrow look or his hicuupy Beetle that took at least 5 tries before it would start every day?

We loved just because.

We are all grown up now. Love for us is now defined by how much he resembles D.banj(like seriously???), how good he is in the sack, if his account balance can fund Brazillian hair and your mother’s dream wedding, how similar is his dress style to Trey Songs’, how much English he can speak, how much swagger he has, the kind of job he has…

Love for us comprises how good she always looks, how her hair is always perfectly coiffured, how her many degrees make Wole Soyinka look like he just started, how she cooks just like mother(we would have said much better but we know which battles to fight), how slim she is, how friends envy us…

No more for us little boys with lapalapa (ringworm) on their heads who would beat up all the other children in the whole neighborhood if we asked. No more helping her loosen her braids when it got itchy. There were enough house girls and salons for that. No more the flowers he stole from the house with the best garden on our street. It had to be diamonds and rubies or nothing. No more girls in shorts and scraped knees. The sexiest women for us wore heels all the time. No more stealing kisses under the full moon. It was the lights of Paris or nothing more.

‘And he said: “I tell you the truth, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. Therefore, whoever humbles himself like this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven.’

I rest my case.

Song of the day: Bob Marley- I wanna love you

January 7, 2012

Life Uninterrupted

So i went dancing in a club that played African music...I danced my heart out, laughed a lot and got loads of 'come hither' stares. Unfortunately, i don't do come hither things anymore :)

I have a week till school reopens and i can only groan in anticipation. I no like book at all biko!!! And this American way of teaching with cases that go on for 50 pages or more is really cramping my sexy mojo. Imagine yours truly staying up till 12 am because i have to read blabla case for class the next day; and waking up with swollen eyes. How on earth am i suppose to wow a rich hot young man in this way? God pass all of una.

I have loved every bit of this holiday. From eating loads of Nigerian food to seeing friends i never thought i would ever see again; this trip has been worth every cent i invested in airfare. 

Today though, i sank my head in my pillow and wept. Notice i did not say 'cried'. I wept. I do not know why. I had a great time last night. I made amazing friends and yet 3pm this evening found me wailing like my world just ended. 

My grandaunt used to say "Noone ever cries forever. When you are done crying, you will wipe your tears away and continue with life". This is where i am at. The tears have dried up. The snot has been wiped away. I have dusted away the ashes, taken off the sackcloth and i am continuing with life. 

It gets better from here on...

P.S...i need to write a story (my fingers itch so bad) but my muse is occupying Nigeria at the moment. Inspiration anyone???

Song of the day: Enya-May it be

January 5, 2012

Proudly Nigerian

There is nothing i want to write here that hasn't be written, said, screamed from the rooftops, tweeted, sang, published before...

But i would failing in my duty as a Nigerian if i fail to say a few words...

For all those in government smiling to the bank while hundreds of millions of Nigerians suffer, Psalm 109.

For all those standing up for their rights and crying foul, bravely, Psalm 91. It has been a while since i felt pride in my country. You have restored my pride in a people i had almost written off. Be brave, we are more than they are and most importantly, we are on the side of angels. 

Song of the day:The Pulse-Sote

January 2, 2012

Steak and John Mayer!!!

So yesterday i met up with my friend whom i haven't seen since God knows when. 15 years, 10 years...i have lost count. Anyway, i am sure you get the message!!!

He comes to get me at my friend's place and after we catch up and take loads of pictures (i am vain, if you can't tell already), we head to dinner. I woke up this morning and burst out laughing as i remembered how i almost choked on steak!!! 

Great place, amazing food and then John Mayer's 'Your body is a wonderland' starts to play...

Kiah: ooohhh, i love John Mayer
Friend: Why? He is a racist?
Kiah: i am going to marry him.
Friend: What part of his being a racist and not liking black people don't you get?
Kiah: aaahh...all he needs is one night with me. He will lose all racist tendencies after that. Besides i am not black, i am brown!!!
Friend: Jesus, Mary and Joseph!!!

KIah: When did you become an Irish Catholic?
Friend: Since i realized i will be needing heavenly reinforcements to stop being shocked by you.

This led to me choking on my steak as i laughed my first real laugh of 2012. Here is to many more happy times and laughter infused moments. Told y'all it will be a great year!!! :))

January 1, 2012

God's Palms

I wish there were exact words to express how i feel about 2012. Alas, even words will not do. Not now. 

For everyone who gets to read this, let me the first to congratulate you. Your God neither sleeps nor slumbers. He will do what He has said He will do. He will perfect that which concerns you. He will crown  you with loving kindness. He will show you love like you never thought existed. He will be your husband. No matter what anyone else says, no matter their report, no matter their perceptions or even your perception, God is real and He will make it known to all mankind through you, this year.

Take a deep breath and let go. 

"But Zion said, The LORD has forsaken me, and my Lord has forgotten me.
Can a woman forget her nursing child, that she should not have compassion on the son of her womb? yea, they may forget, yet will I not forget you. Behold, I have engraved you upon the palms of my hands; your walls are continually before me"

Happy new year people

P.S if you cant tell, this post is more for me than for anyone else... but hey i love to share :)

Song of the day: VaShawn Mitchell - Nobody Greater