Decades: Chunks of Time

Its here. The D-Day is here. Well, almost. By sunday night, I am going to be a married woman. My name will change, everything will change, even my body. It seemed so far away six months ago. All the shopping, all the mother and daughter fights, everything looks so trivial now. The cake isnt ready, the gown is ready. The bridesmaids dresses are alright, the chief bridesmaid's dress has not even been sewn yet. The flowers for everybody has not arrived yet. And my hairdresser wants to rob me blind, but its too short a notice to get another. I cannot remember where I hid the marriage license and I am looking for some of the gift money. One of my bridesmaids is acting very funny and we are thinking that the service boys from the caterer might not cover the whole event. Why do I have to fix artificial nails? And must my hairdo be gel? Can't I just set my hair in a curl or wave? The video guy is bugging us for his advance payment, and I still have to pay for the hair pieces for the br

Tis amazing what we take for granted everyday...Got to church yesterday in less than 10 mins thanks to Bikermice from Mars [I'll miss them when I move to Abuja!]. As I went up then down the ped bridge briskly, all that was on my mind was getting to church. I stepped into Church and all that changed. It seemed my hip had shifted. I could barely put any weight on my right leg. It was awful. I developed a limp as I entered the church. I gunned for the very first available seat at the back. I could barely put pressure on the hip even while sitting. I wondered what I had done to cause it to happen. Was it my diet? For two weeks I have stayed away from rice, white bread, and yam. Considering that that was the staple in my household, you can understand that it was with supreme effort that I was sticking to that regime. I am loving the effects already as my clothes are really loose around my body, but I am lacking carbohydrates - it would have been total if not for the spaghetti I consume

I watched the movie, Seven Pounds, recently and just had to write a tribute to it. Everyday, he sits at his desk, glad to have a job, glad to be able to cater for himself. As the phone rings, he picks and says, "Hello, Customer service, how may i be of help to you?" Blind Ezra never hurt anyone, was never cruel or unkind. Everyday, she watched the children run down the street, She could barely keep her dog from running too fast. She knew her business was about to close, but with the uncertainty in the time she had left, her mind, her heart was no more into work. Emily, the girl with a failing heart. She sat in Child care services everyday, always trying to reach out, always praying her friendly smile would convince the next child, the next victim of abuse that she was there to hold them, to provide another way for them. No one knew of her pains, no one could tell that her liver had failed. Holly, always smiling, always ready to help. She kept the children in doors, She never