Magic

I never believed in magic
But she smiled and then I knew not what to believe…

I never believed in magic
Till he said “Excuse me please” and my heart rose in panic

I never believed in magic
And I still do not know what to call how you held my heart by my sleeve….

It’s all changed, I’m renewed, I’m a different me, I’m free, I’m ecstatic!
Can’t hold it back anymore, I believe in MAGIC!

The gospel of fashion according to…

By now, I thought I would have written something worthwhile about fashion but it hadn’t come to me yet. I know I love fashion. I’m good at it and I have lots to share but I rarely have the pictures to prove it. I don’t have a good camera, I need to have some more fashion pieces, bla bla bla are the “valid” reasons i have tendered so far…..
Hey listen. With whatever you have now,you can still make it work!… I tell myself.

What is fashion?
I ain’t gonna go into some philosophical shitlog just to make me sound coherent.
Good fashion should connote confidence, a good degree of social acceptance, admiration and class. It could be complicated yet simple, structured yet effortless looking, ragged yet acceptable,daring yet decent. That you are well styled doesn’t mean you got a lot of sense tho! But being well styled however gives you the outlook of being smart, bold, sensible and rich. Lol.

It’s true that all this is vanity. Yes. Just like food, shelter, Continue reading “The gospel of fashion according to…”

Mapping the Lyrical Essay

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In the spirit of holiday fun, from guest blogger Nina Gaby:  I thought it would be a good idea to take a break and actually sketch out whatever it was that I thought I was doing with the rewrite. (Besides stopping to make up a playlist with Paul Simon’s Rewrite shuffled through it a few times.) I was in deep, braiding three story lines, toggling between professional and crazy. I’m a visual girl. Plotting out the neuro-tangles on paper, along with actually acknowledging a 40 year nicotine craving, helped me settle. Besides, taking a break was nice. I had let this thing molder for seven months under the umbrella of boo hoo I’m too depressed/ busy/tired/fat to write any more. Actually sitting in the chair (OK I was in bed but ‘sitting in chair’ has a more authentic writerliness about it) was making me dig at my cuticles (which…

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My sexy sacrifice

2:00am

His hands are on my body, stroking my legs. Who else can it be? Then i hear him nudging me with his voice ” I need you”. This can’t be happening. I ‘m in stage 100 REM sleep. I am so deep in my sleep, i don’t even remember what my name is. “Pls dear, tomorrow”, i reply. He goes on, tries harder to seduce me to the present. Sh*t! I’m actually waking. I’m pissed. Really pissed. I ramble something mean. I then grab my pillow and face the wall. Sleep….sweet sleep….

9:00am

Already having a bad day. A shabby good morning from hubby started it off and then like domino pieces, it had all started to crumble. Can’t say why but it’s definitely can’t be because of my actions or lack of it at 2am? No help with school runs. My phone in which my work was stored crashed. Deadline for submission for that work- 4pm this day. Okada man yelled at me. And now, the clouds are gathering. Is it going to rain particularly this day when i’m wearing my white lace dress? Continue reading “My sexy sacrifice”

All I need is 5 years?

5, 10, 20 years from now,

Now i know we are all different. Some of you already have what i want by then. Well, lucky you. Just hear me out if you will. These are my own thoughts made public.

So, 5,10,20 years from now

I’ll be alive. More still, i’ll be blogging.

We’d have completed this house.

I’d still be the slim sexy wife of my big broad shouldered man. (i’ll keep feeding him well because i love it this way. Yelz)

I’d have a cute white pet dog i’ll probably call Murie. I can’t have her now because i’m still very pre-occupied with many projects and my 5-10 year daydreams.

I’d have had a third child by then. SCREAM!

I’d drive the exact kind of car i want.

My medical empire would be flourishing.

I ‘d have been established with my ministry in the church.

And i will never again underestimate the power of anticipation. There is no better boost in the present than an invitation into the future.”
― Caroline Kepnes, You

I’d have accomplished all i wanted to learn. Swimming, the guitar, my power bike. I’d have conquered my fears.

Medical residency would have been in the works for me…..

“I have to live, perhaps, till seventy years. As far as I know, I have good health. Half a century of existence may lie before me. How am I to occupy it? What am I to do to fill the interval of time which spreads between me and the grave?”
― Charlotte Brontë

I have a plan but i am aware that nothing is quite as sure as God. Here’s a creed i’ve been examining.

“The Creed for the Sociopathic Obsessive Compulsive (Peter’s Laws)

1. If anything can go wrong, Fix it!!! (To hell with Murphy!!)
2. When given a choice – Take Both!!
3. Multiple projects lead to multiple successes.
4. Start at the top, then work your way up.
5. Do it by the book… but be the author!
6. When forced to compromise, ask for more.
7. If you can’t beat them, join them, then beat them.
8. If it’s worth doing, it’s got to be done right now.
9. If you can’t win, change the rules.
10. If you can’t change the rules, then ignore them.
11. Perfection is not optional.
12. When faced without a challenge, make one.
13. “No” simply means begin again at one level higher.
14. Don’t walk when you can run.
15. Bureaucracy is a challenge to be conquered with a righteous attitude, a tolerance for stupidity, and a bulldozer when necessary.
16. When in doubt: THINK!
17. Patience is a virtue, but persistence to the point of success is a blessing.
18. The squeaky wheel gets replaced.
19. The faster you move, the slower time passes, the longer you live.
20. The best way to predict the future is to create it yourself!!”
― Peter Safar

In view of these, all i can say is with God, all things are possible. Mark 9vs23.

The egg and the canoe

“Our truest life is when we are in our dreams awake.”

— Unknown source, from a fortune cookie

My mum is fond of asking me to pray. She frequently asks me to pray so i can be victorious starting from my dreams. The ones i have no control over, that is, when i sleep.

She’s a better christian than i am currently, and she believes like most religious people do that dreams are spiritual manifestations of the physical. Every happening or item in a dream has its meaning. Eating in a dream is bad, worse is being given food to eat in a celebration -that means you are being initiated into witchcraft. She has had several instances where in her dreams, she craved food in a celebration but didnt get to eat till she woke up. You can imagine how happy she was. In many dreams she had, she conquered obstacles like terrifyingly long staircases ( her description), ladders and rivers to get to a destination. In some other instances, she never got to the end of it all. Whatever the instances, she often prayed fervently that the good part of the dreams be permanent and that the negative aspects “be reversed by the Holy Ghost fire!”.

Don’t get me wrong, i share the same belief system and generally, i think we should never forget to pray.

But there’s a secret dilema. Why does there have to be a riddle? Even when we are long gone, in the abyss of our rest and thoughts, why must everything still have a symbol? Can we not just have a simple dreamworld where everything is simply as it is?
Okay, even if they have no straightforward meanings, cant they be something i can just lightly muse on and share? I have often eaten cakes in my dreams and damn it, for real, i think it’s because i’m obssessed with cakes in real life. My colleagues’ reaction to this: ” wo ni fi cake gbe e lo !” Meaning they (your enemies) will not take you away using cake.(Enemies, if you’re reading this, i’ve lessened my obssession with cakes oh. lol). To be honest, I rather pray, i don’t want to be sorry.
Among the spiritual and supertstitious (of which i am a part of), dreams are channels. They help you see the future, explain mysteries and hear from other spiritual beigns. Among scientists (of which i am a member), dreams often occur in the rapid eye movement stage of sleep (REM) . Even though most staunch scientists arent sure of the connection of dreams to our real lives, they have some theories. Some believe that dreams are connected to our emotional states and some others believe they mean nothing at all.

So, i know you probably have evidence(s). Your Bible or Quran or other spiritual book or scientific book have said something about this. Read what i dreamed of sometime ago.

In this canoe I was, scantily clad. I was the obvious cause of celebration. There were paddlers and some other people dancing and singing aloud. it looked like something from an Igbo nollywood movie (considering the way we were dressed and all) We were in the middle of a river trying to get to the other side but the occupants of the canoe (which i’m not sure i recognised) could not hold their joy.This celebration continued until we reached dry land where even more people were eager to see me. They were dancing and singing, shouting my praises for being able to safely bring the egg( which i just realised i had been holding) to the other side. Wakie wakie!
Wont tell you what my darling mother thought of this, but kindly tell me whatever’s your take on this weird if not bizarre sleepy miss of thoughts…