My Sunday

  I’m having a great day, went to church and was so blessed by the message – Reasons for marriage failure. My vicar gave a dozen and one reasons for that and while they’re reasons that are obviously obvious,  I love the humour, wisdom and Bible based freshness he brought to the table.
  After church, we went to see my first cousin once removed (my dad’s cousin, you guys should read more jare) whose wife had a baby. The baby who’s my second cousin is very cute and tiny, she looks so fragile – was scared to hold her sef, her name is Chiwugo (God owns glory), Chinemerem (God is doing it for me). The parents are so excited, but have that tired look behind her eyes. Seeing her made me broody, can hardly wait for mine (Jehovah my Sugar daddy is preparing it all for me).


                             My mum carrying Chinemerem
  The couple live in Iju Agege, a virtually unspoiled part of Lagos. It’s so peaceful and quiet, I’m a big fan of quiet places, would  love to live in a huge garden with wifi.
  Speaking of quiet places, we passed Grail land on our way there. I have fond memories of the place, it’s one of the most beautiful places on earth- the trees, shrubs, flowers reminds me of heaven my future home. Unfortunately we didn’t go in, I really wish we had gone there, it’s been almost 17 years I was there last. I managed to take a picture of the gate though


The picture was taken with my galaxy note, I miss my camera like crazy, my brother took it and hasn’t given it back. We’re heading for home now, the traffic is horrible, when will Lagos ever be traffic free or at least traffic lite? Answer in the wind I guess.
Have a great Sunday, spare a thought for this young woman who’s caught in traffic. Have a splendid week, kisses and hugs

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Frog eating and other sturvs

I’m a chronic procrastinator, I’d rather do it next year than do it today. I have a presentation on Tuesday, while I have all my materials I’m yet to arrange them in slides and I’m very sure I’m not doing that tomorrow and that leaves Monday which is normally a crazy day at work. Why aren’t I working on my slides instead of blogging? That I cannot explain.

Many years ago I read a book on procrastination titled ‘eat that frog’ I can’t remember anything about the book but the title stayed with me, reminds me of the ever popular ‘if you must eat toads, eat the ones with eggs’ How do you know which toad carries eggs? They all look bloated and slimy. How do you know what problem carries your promotion on its tail, on a lighter note how do you know which broke undergraduate toaster would end up being the next Jason Njoku? I guess the answer is blowing in the wind.

I’m typing this in the parlour, daddy’s watching NTA 9pm news and I’m finding the news interesting.
First we noticed this


Then I got entranced by the Kastina state advert, I wanted to visit Kastina like yesterday, one of my teenage ambitions was to be a writer with a travel magazine and I’d travel all over Nigeria with my camera. Nigeria is such a beautiful country, believe me I know. I’ve been to several states in the nation, North west to South-South, South-East to South-West, it’s sad that even if I’m offered a monthly salary of a million dollars per month I would not take the job of travel writer- who wan die? My father’s favourite expression for disgust is Terrible! I echo that now, this insecurity in NIgeria is horrifying.

Mr President visited my home state for a PDP rally and welcomed defectors shade under the umbrella, the interesting thing was that most of the defectors were originally members of the PDP who’d defected to other parties, I guess nigerian politics is about making sure your bread is always buttered, ideologies and integrity mean diddly squat.
On a lighter note, Governor Rochas congratulated himself for receiving the president despite the machinations of the PDP to prevent that from happening. When did receiving the president become the holy grail? Nigeria I hail thee!  It’s 22:44(I find the 24 hour clock beautiful), time to hit the sack. Hasta la vista, amigos

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If you’ve got it…

I’m currently on a weight loss quest, have lost 5kg so far (23 days) and I’m so proud of myself. This is the first time I’m following an exercise regimen faithfully, amazingly I’m loving it too. My clothes are getting a little loose, I find myself doing things I never thought I’d do (situps, skipping Etal), I’m excited by the possibility of a fitter and svelte me.
I’ve always loved sleeveless dresses, but when I was in my teens I started having stretch marks on my forearms and my shoulders and that made me refuse to buy and wear sleeveless dresses, tops etc no matter how beautiful they were, was ashamed of my stretch marks. One day in 2013, my mum bought a beautiful sleeveless gown for me, it was too beautiful to be sacrificed on the altar of stretch marks and shame. That was how I overcame my aversion for my own stretch marks.
Today on I saw a post on a lady who’s overweight and posted a picture of herself in a lovely 2 piece bathing suit, honestly my first thought was ‘she shouldn’t wear something like this in public her stretch marks are on display’. Then it hit me, I was already casting pebbles at her. I humbly read the rest of the post and repented of my sizeism, I’m overweight and definitely knows how it feels to be prejudged just because you’re fat, how most people tell you how you’d be pretty if only you lost weight, you don’t have a man because you’re too fat and such claptrap.
The thrust of her message was love thy self, celebrate yourself and be the fabulous you God made. She talked about some people who were unkind to her even as a child, they carelessly hurt her, I’m glad she’s a very resilient person. You can read the post here
Keep celebrating yourself and flaunting your happiness. hasta la vista, amigos