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Weddings in the air!

This week, starting from the beginning (Sunday of course), till the end (Thanksgiving Service on Sabbath - Saturday). It started off with Busayo Ola's wedding on Sunday, and ends with Biola Kolade's wedding thanksgiving service on Saturday. I actually attended both weddings. I use the word actually because, for the first, it was a painful sacrifice, and for the second, I went out of my way to attend it.The first wedding day dawned with my head being pounded continually by a sledge hammer (Literarily, I woke up with a blasting headache). I was shivering and I had body pains all over. These were my usual Malaria symptoms, but I wasn't going to allow anything to hold me down that day, not even the sledge hammer.I had to go to the bride's house to get my attire, and it turned out to fit me like a second skin - too tight. I had actually visited the house twice to get the dress, which was sown for me by the Bride's tailor. I had sent my measurements via text to the Bride&

Reactions

I got many reactions when I got home on Sunday. My mum practically lifted me off the floor. With tears in her eyes, she could not believe that she had survived without seeing me for three whole months. I was just happy - then surprised at the nice and gentlemanly way my brother (who's now a handsome young man, by the way) was behaving. I got served breakfast in Dad's room, and a bottle of wine was popped in my honour. I was touched. Then I entered my room, and found out that the clothes I left behind were two sizes bigger, and baggier. I had to start picking what to wear. God help me! I like feeling trim, but I have to keep on reminding myself that I am in my father's house, and it has this power to make one really fat, even if you spend jut two weeks. Honestly. Its a tried and tested statement. So I am watching it. Big time.

Man proposes....

Man proposes but God disposes. At least it was so in my case. I had great plans to carry out when I got to Lagos, but here I am with less than half carried out. And time is running out - its so fast! I wonder where the day goes everyday. The weddings are so close now, its like its tomorrow. I cant wait! I still have to get my dress for the first one, but I hope it wont need adjustments. I seem to have lost so much weight - my mum screamed when she saw me. My whole family still cant believe that I could be this slim - and I am still complaining that I seem to stop at size 12! Don't mind me. I'll fill you in with each detail!

Virgin Flyer

I was a virgin until recently. A virgin flyer that is (what was running through your mind?). I had never travelled by air prior to the 12th of August, 2007. This was due solely to the fact that I was an obedient child, and we were forbidden to fly because of the terrible state of most of the aircrafts in Nigeria (before). But since the multiple plane crashes, things have indeed gotten better in the airport system, only that my father didn't want to hear that. NO FLYING. Period. Then I got my chance, last week, when my Mum flew to Kaduna, and Dad was stiff-lipped angry. (So angry he was silent for a while). She told me, and added directions on how to leave the airport when I arrived in Lagos, if I chose to fly. Of course I chose to fly! And it was a lovely experience. Compared to the 10 hour journey by road (My Dad doesnt just insist on you travelling by road, he also selects which bus you travel in. Very thorough man), it was a fantastically short journey for me. In less than one h

Reunion

It looks like everyone that I knew ten years ago will be in Nigeria this August. It brings back the title of this blog: Chunks of time. Ten years have gone by - more likely flown by and everyone has become someone else. I wonder how we will all relate to each other. Some of us have kept the communication going all this while, but some have not. The question will always come up: "So what are you doing now? Where are you based?". Thank God I have an answer. It'll not be funny if I didn't. Ten years have gone by, what have you been doing with your life? Have you been living in the past? Or dreaming about the future? What plans have you brought to fruition? Are you what you wanted to be ten years ago? All these questions keep going through my head. Weddings are events of joy and happiness. They are avenues that God created for us to see that love does exist. And they are constant reminders that no one, absolutely nobody, stays in the same spot. Everyone [should] moves for

Back...and getting ready!

I am sure I have lost most of whatever following I had cultivated. Its not that I didnt hae anything to say, just that I had not been able to log onto the net. Over. So, I am getting ready to fly down to Lagos to attend the two weddings of the century - for those of us that attended ASHS anyway! And I can't wait! But I have to finish the work in front of me before I go. Arrrrgh! ASHS stands for Adventist Seminary High School, which is now Babcock University High School. One of the weddings coming up has both of them - bride and groom as alumni, from the days the school was started, and to think they started their relationship just after they entered college. It makes me wonder who the cynic was that said love does not last. Cos if I back date it, the relationship started in 1998 or thereabout. Its almost 10 years now, and they are not only still together, getting married! Who said love cannot stand the test of time? They have also been separated for long periods of time - about 5 y

Malaria

Its amazing how quickly the body system weakens once there is illness. Within two hours, I felt like I didn't own my body anymore. I had to leave the office immediately.... God is in control. Will fill you in with the details later... Vicky isnt in town, by the way - he went to Lagos, and ended up staying over at my house, and winning everybody's heart anew. In fact, I was duly informed that I was not needed in Lagos as long as he was staying on - by my own mother. Imagine that. Meanwhile, his folks think its because he's not in town that I fell sick. hmm......God knows. :D. Have a lovely day to you - whoever you are!

Miracles

There was a Christian program at my host's church, from the first to the seventh of July, and I missed the first day cos I was tired. I attended the second and everything started working out right. Some might say its my faith, others might say its 'pure coincidence', but I have been thanking God. On the Friday, the week before the program, all I had was two thousand naira in my account. I had money tied up elsewhere - especially in LAgos, but there was no way I could access it from here, so I was broke, and looking lovely (did my hair after two months of no activitiy for the poor thing) but I was praying. By the middle of the week, I got not one, not two, but three website contracts. By Friday my bank account was really smiling at me, and I was really smiling up at God. I finished the program - it ended on 07/07/2007. And here I am today with two more site jobs gotten yesterday. I danced and praised God, then I was humbled by it all. It takes the grace of God to move forwar

Sadness

Its oozing out of the house right now. Its amazing how quickly death can snatch a person away from you, in the blink of an eye. We just lost a very good man, a man who, in four weeks would have become a father, a hardworking individual who struggled through life to reach where he got to - until yesterday. The man traveled to Ibadan, then stopped over to pick up his very pregnant wife, and maid, to take them home, when he was stopped by police men and asked to step out of the car. He did as he was told, and was shot to death the second he closed the car door. For apparently no reason. Upon reporting to the police, the grief-stricken wife was told that the men that killed her husband were not policemen, but thieves dressed in police clothes. But these men took nothing from them. Nothing at all. And he still spoke to his boss in the afternoon yesterday, giving him progress report on his duties, and postponing explanation till later in the night. He didn't know he would not see the ni

The seventh day of the seventh month of the ..

Saturday is going to be the seventh day of the seventh month of the two thousand and seventh year. Very significant, to Christianity here in Nigeria, at least. Churches are holding programs on that very day, but we Seventh day Adventists hold all Saturdays sacred. Sacred as in we worship on that day and try to keep it holy. Now I am not going to enter the nitty- grtty of religion, or sect or the Bible. All I just want to say is that wherever we are, let's try to do some good on that day. Let us reach out to someone on that day. Let us bless someone in some way on that day. Let us go out of our way to put a genuine, heartfelt smile on somebody's face on that day. Let us assume the role of an angel to someone on that day. We will never know how far a little bit of kindness can reach, but we will always know that we did some good in the world, this millenium. The next time we'll get a day like this again is 07-07-3007. If you know you'll be around then, no problem. You can

True or False

1. Wifey 2. Baby Girl 3. Side Piece 4. Jump Off 1) Wifey is the sexiest, most successful and most respected of all the women. She is loved, needed and wanted by her man...she is VIRTUALLY IRREPLACEABLE. She is the girl that the guy loves and will always love, he never wants to see her with another man....BUT he will cheat on her with Baby Girl until he is mature enough to realize that if he gets caught or fucks up in any way and loses Wifey, he would be screwed, and NEVER be happy again. Wifey gets along with mom, is independent, never nags, loves to dress sexy for her man, can cook and loves to keep a clean house. Wifey gets called 5 or 6 times a day. Drawback of Wifey, she loves public displays of affection...which might interfere with the acquisition of a Side Piece. 2) Baby Girl is ALWAYS just as hot as wifey and usually has a very active social life...she IS replaceable, thinks she's the next Wifey, but will only be Wifey if an extreme disaster takes place. Baby Girl gets some

Karma 2

Guess what? The person in question read my blog (Yes! He found it and read it! Imagine this small world, and that he actually knew it was him. Hmm...The conscience is a powerful thing). So to clear the air, he took the time to send me some off lines. Let's just say, the air is cleared, but it doesn't mean I'm deleting or editing the first Karma . Its stays kaput! As for NYSC camp, that is a really hot topic. The stuff that goes on in camp - just three weeks o, hmm.... Its amazing how loose they say people get, having sex everywhere - the matching field, the bush, everywhere! And they do it like there's no tomorrow - even married women. There is even one tale I heard of a married woman answering a call from her husband and asking about the kids while another guy was suckling at her breasts. Imagine that. Well I wont say much more than that, cos I havent gone to camp yet myself! So, come September, I will definitely try to notice everything (NOT PARTICIPATE O!) so that

Good Samaritan

Are there any more Good Samaritans in this world? Something happened to me today - I got to the office and remembered that I had to buy airtime onto the phone I use to browse. I dropped all, took some money, and practically ran to the store that sells the cards. I got there, placed an order, and then dipped my hands into my pocket, and drew empty. I traced my path back to the office, and noticed some oddities. There is a phone kiosk on the way to the store, and while I was hurrying past, there were a lot of guys standing by it. When I passed, they hushed up, and I was thinking it was because of my hair do (yeah I had my hair done on Friday, didn't want to enter the new month looking that raggedy). As I retraced my steps, I noticed that they were not there - only seconds later. Even the guard that I had greeted five seconds earlier had disappeared. It didn't take all of five seconds, all of it. And the money was gone. Thinking I had left it in my hurry in the office, I went stra