If I had a super power

I have been asked this question so many times over the years and even though my answer would change ever so often I think I eventually picked one. I started off wanting to be the cheeky spiderman. Then I changed my mind and decided that I wanted to be the all in one superman and then there was my batman phase. Come on he was super cool but finally I realized that there was only one real superpower I wanted. The power to fly!!! It wasn’t like I was going to be fighting bad guys so why not use my powers to benefit myself. Taking out the cost of plane tickets I could go on as many trips as I wanted. Just think this weekend Brazil, the next Spain and maybe eventually Australia.

But right now I am not so sure, if I had a super power right now, honestly I would just want the power to duplicate myself. I think I would want like 2 to 3 clones. I can hear some of you asking me why already, so ok grab some popcorn; let me tell you a story.

So before I decided to say I do, there were two things I was not worried about the first well let’s not go there, maybe one day I will write about that. But let us just say I was so wrong about that. The second, well the second was my ability to “keep a house”.

When I was 13 my mother did the cruelest bestest thing to the entire family, she got rid of the maid. So within the blink of an eye my days of lounging on Saturday mornings and having everything done for me was over!!!. I loathed loved my mother for this and without much of a choice had to adjust to the new regime. I did this so well that when I began a new adventure at the age of 16, keeping a house was no big deal, I was proud to say “I gat this.”

The next 10 years just proved my point I had gone from living alone to living with family to moving back to the family home and each move was without a maid. People nobody was badder than me, I was the queen of keeping a house. So if this is true why is it that now I feel like this big medium small house, is disgracing me and winning? Like honestly there are not enough hours in the day to keep this annoying thing clean.

What happened to all my skills, they can’t have just disappeared? Ok I think it is time to be like inspector gadget and do some investigations. Let’s start at the beginning, when I was 13, yes there was no maid but if I am honest there was Uncle Friday who did the laundry (ironically on Fridays :D) and Uncle Johnson who did all the driving and there was Iya Wale who well help with most of the shopping so really I wasn’t doing much. Ok bad example onto the next one.

When I moved out, let’s be very critical I really was only responsible for myself and one room, while at college one room, at university one room, even when I moved back with my siblings I was responsible for one room and myself. This is not looking good.

Ok when I moved back into the family house, I did a lot more there. Well yes but then there was Mr Abbey who did most of the shopping and 60% of the driving, the other 30% was done by hubby then boyfriend. Then there was Uncle Charles who not only did the laundry but cleaned the house too and then was Umoru who did the gardening, menial tasks in the house and well made sure I never had to open or close the gate. So really I did almost nothing!!!

Choi!!!!! How exactly did I once believe I was really good at keeping a house, I clearly have no experience. It is looking like I am going to need atleast one Uncle Charles and Mr Abbey to survive, this life is clearly too hard. I can’t even keep nail polish on my fingers. What!!! A girl can dream.

I can change

So a friend of mine and I were having this thought provoking conversation about how we are both super stars in turning up late for everything. And I mean literally everything, you name it and I will be late. The most classic one (or one of the most classic ones, there are too many to choose from) is being late for a boat party and being responsible (or partly I was not the only one late) for the boat having to veer off course and head back to shore. Yes I am important like that.

It is not like I want to be late; I really do start off with good intentions but then somehow the evil fairy that makes children lose track of time sprinkles her fairy dust on me and then what do you know I am running late.

This has happened so many times that another friend sent this to me.

Now I would be and I should be so upset but the problem is that this is beyond true so I just gave in and signed my name at the bottom of the page. However, having this conversation with the first friend let’s say friend A, got me thinking, is it possible to free myself from the evil clutches of the late fairy. According to friend A, person is still capable to accomplishing a 360 degree turn in their character so we should not give up.

Now I can completely relate to friend’s A thinking, I myself have experience 360 degree changes in myself, sometimes these changes are small, others are big and others actually change the core of who you are as a person. But there was a common denominator in all these changes; “The occurrence of an event.” Think it about there usually is one life altering event that takes place that finally makes a person want to change.

But then what if there is no event, does this mean that I will not be able to change, does this mean that the age old saying that “A leopard can never change his spots” comes true. Will I be a late colored leopard and what will a late colored leopard look like… I imagine it will be bright a mixture of yellows, oranges, blues, reds and a dash of black. Ok that just sounds like a neon rainbow. The leopard will probably just be red… Ok red and black I can live with that

So what do you guys think, can a person change without a life altering event or does something mega dramatic have to happen. In my case maybe finally missing my flight and having to pay something like $2000 will set me straight… hmmmm… maybe.

I would also like to know what you guys think a late colored leopard will look like. Let’s be as creative as a toddler … This is me out!!!

Is Age Really Just a Number

We all know the saying “Age is nothing but a number” but I want to ask the question we all dare to ask… Is it really? Ok bear with me a second and see where I am heading to. So a good friend gave me some explosive gist recently and NO!!!! I am not going to share the details. But basically he/she was contemplating doing something that was not him/her (hahaha I am keeping you people guessing). So anyway the person in question was asking what to do and I in my infinite wisdom announced that age is nothing but a number and caution should be thrown to the wind. But now I find myself asking is this really so.

Even though we all claim that age does not define our actions it is infact the defining criteria for a lot of things. For example, age determines when we should start school, when it is acceptable to have a boyfriend/ girlfriend, when we should become more social and the big one when we should have our s**t together. The list goes on and on, with such a long list on age side should we really be ignoring it.

Let me give you a more direct example. 10 years ago (Oh gosh I am getting old) just like many people my age I rocked many fads and one of those where the ever sexy bum shorts. I had many different varieties, the shorter the better. I never saw anything wrong with them and I wore them as often as I could. Fast forward 10 years later and it is like I don’t use to be thinking like that anymore.

This is what happened I dusted out one of my regular shorts, paired it with a casual t-shirt and started to strut my stuff as I normally would but something was different. I suddenly noticed this vast layer of flesh on display and omo I was uncomfortable like I really just wanted to take them off.  I tried to invoke the spirit of my early youth (yes I said it… I am still young) but even that failed me. Finally I decided to shock myself back to my old self, so I decided to step outside with hubby in my shorts. And well that back fired, I spent the whole time hiding in the car, hoping no one could see me.

So back to my ultimate question is age really just a number? Just a year ago I had no issues strutting my stuff in my shorts and now well now I am running for the hills.  What happened, did society finally influence me, did the enemy poison my mind against shorts, did I outgrow my shorts or did I just get to old to wear shorts. And if that is the case how long will it be before age starts to influence more than my willingness to show skin.

I mean the list could be endless. Just think could I one day become those women we all dread, you know those women that go about with an invisible ruler, measuring the length of everyone skirts and scolding men for showing their underwear to the world. Scratch that I already think I am that woman, men!!!! there should be no reason to show your underwear to the world, it is just not it. Please stop.

Ok that is enough from me, what do you guys think is age really just a number, or do we just lie to ourselves to give us a loop hole to do the things we want to do. Please let me know your thoughts. As for me I think it’s time to retire the bum shorts.

The Consequences of a Plus One - Part Two

I know what you are all thinking, where is part one, well I wrote part one like 3 years ago and maybe one day I’ll share it with you guys. So let’s get started, today I am writing about a topic that I have seen happen to so many people that I should not be shocked that this happened to me, but here I am doing 100 squats a day trying to reverse this atrocity that has occurred. Yes that is right I am talking about weight gain, to be specific “Post Wedding Weight Gain”.

Being a plus size child, you cannot begin to imagine how excited I was when I finally lost the weight, nothing gave me greater joy than being able to shop from the front of the rack. Oh happy days… And because I was so happy I did my very best to stay that way. Yes I yo-yoed over the years, I would go up then come down, go up then come down multiple times, but nothing gave me greater joy than the fact I was always a stable size no matter what.

So you can imagine my horror when I tried on one of my dresses and it would not fit. And by that I mean it did not go down my hips. I remember that moment clearly, I thought myself this has to be a mistake, something must be caught somewhere, this dress cannot not fit me. #sniff. But alas I was lying to myself the dress did not fit and I had to face my reality. I had gained weight.

Trust me I came up with a plan, this weight was going to disappear just like the other times it is nothing I cannot handle. Omo I was wrong oh.. one month into my elaborate plan and I had gained even more weight choi.. the devil can like to be a liar.. this weight will disappear by force or by fire. But nothing I tried seemed to work and was almost giving up when it came to me like 3 women gossiping discussing on a dining table well because that is how it happened, “THE MEN ARE TO BLAME”!!!!!

Humour me for a second, post saying “I do”, we women are usually in the peak of our physical condition with Hot! Hot!! Hot!!! Bodies, everything is as it should be. Then we say “I do” and next thing we know that belly start to protrude and those hips are looking hipper (yes it is a word). And what is the key difference, these men that eat 3 square meals a day, making us eat more, these men that want to cuddle after every meal, which makes us less active. These men with bigger portion sizes that we unconsciously use as our new basis so our portion sizes get bigger. These men that make eating ice cream and other junk food ok, so we do it too. #crying this is so unfair…

Anyway there is no use crying over spilt milk, I made my bed or in this case I put the spoon in my mouth so now I have to deal with it. The only solace I can get from this is that it is slowly happening to them too. I can see that belly starting to form under that shirt… mwhahahahaha. Ok back to reality and my squats… Kia!!! 100 squats, I better get started 100..99..98..97..96..95.. 

I know a shortcut

The first time I heard those words had to be when I was about 8 or 9 years old. Until this day I had faithfully followed the path that was shown to me to get to the market. But all too soon this pathway became all too lengthy and I began to seek alternatives. So when my tempter sister said those words to me I swallowed up the entire promise and said “lead the way”.

And so it began, we took a route that wiped clean 50% of the journey; words cannot describe how gidi I was when my final destination came into sight. I began to think about ways of how I could turn my new found knowledge into a profitable investment. Ugo down the road would definitely have use for this new route, not to mention Ada and Tayo, they too visit the market. And of course my other siblings. O God thank you for choosing me to be acquainted with this knowledge first. You are always good to me.

Eh… wait, what is this I see infront of me, is this a beautiful crafted ecosystem which houses many different species of the animal kingdom such as snakes, other snakes and more snakes. Why am I speaking big grammar, omo na bush I see!!! Big Bush!! The kind bush wey tall pass me. The kind bush wey the fear of what is inside the bush is greater than what is inside the bush. The kind bush wey you know say you no fit tell anybody why you enter am… as in you gan sef go dey ask yourself “How do you feel, sebi na you dey feel like you sabi pass everybody… Ok now enter… I say enter.”

I looked at the slimly villainous creature that was my sister and began to wonder why I had let her tempt me so. Like honestly why did I listen to this Delilah. I began to calculate how long it would take me to turn back. Here were the facts. I had completed 50% of my original journey, with this detour I had walked an additional 25%, this meant that to go back I needed to walk back 25% then complete the remaining 50%. So all I had done is increase my journey by 50%. Oh God why did you let me fall prey to this Judas!! Ehn why… am I not a little child should you not protect me from these spurns of evil. What will I tell my mummy when a snake bites me eh... what?

My dear people I had to suffer the consequences of my fall from grace. Omo the way I ran through the bush you would have thought I was Mrs Usain Bolt. I mean there was not even a clear pathway; it was just a bunch of overgrown leaves that had been trampled due to one to many people stepping on them.

Needless to say I would pass this “Shortcut” another 10 or 20 times in my life. Story for another day. But I guess the point of all this my long ranting is of recent I am becoming more aware people trying to take the shortcut in life. Sometimes it is annoying things like going off the road when there is traffic. All those who take Lagos/Ibadan expressway can testify to this.

Or it can be riskier and involve travelling to another country on a visiting visa with no intention of ever returning. But why, is it really worth you putting your life on hold or the fear of immigration services. Looking at my own personal experience I only took that shortcut because I was trying to avoid putting in the necessary work. If the distance was too long, I could have employed other means to either improve my speed or improve the entertainment value of the journey. Either way I held the power in my hands.

Today we have youths complaining about lack of employment opportunities but when you have a discussion with them, very few have taken steps to empower themselves with the skills employers are looking for or skills that could turn them into entrepreneurs. Many choose the shortcuts to the promise land. But as they say “Easy come, easy go”

So my dear readers what are your thoughts on shortcuts, are they a necessary evil or an avoidable calamity.  

The Definition of Home

Before I begin this week's rant I want to say a very big THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!! to everyone who read last week's post and/or commented on it. You guys sure know how to make a girl feel like J.K. Rowlings, I am blushing. OK on to this week's rant.

Home is a place where something normally or naturally lives or is located. Relating it more to the human race, home is the place where a person lives with or without family. If this is so, then why am I having difficulty in identifying home.

OK… let me give you a brief insight into my history that might help you understand my dilemma. So I am a proud Nigerian born and raised in the city of Lagos. Woop!! Woop!!! (Sorry I get excited a lot). 16 years into my journey on this earth I embarked on my first great adventure to a land beyond the sea, to learn from the scholars who had sipped from the fountain of knowledge. Translation I went off to university. (Did I mention that I can also be a tad bit dramatic).

Needless to say I was very different from the people in this new land. It became apparent to me that if I wanted to survive I was going to have to embrace this new culture. And so it began, I spent the next few years of my life observing, adapting, changing. Who said you cannot teach an old dog new tricks. And finally I was ready; I was a product of what I had put in. I was flying high, the queen of my new world, my new home. But Aha!!! What goes up must come down.

8 years into my journey I decided it was time to return to the land of my ancestors. It was with glee I arrived, waiting to feel the warm embrace of my country. But errrr that was so not the case, for starters I was not the same person I was 8 years ago. I talked different, I thought different, I responded different. It was safe to say I was different and it showed!!!

So it was back to the drawing board, I began again, I observed, I adapted, I changed. I was determined to show that I could be a product of two very different societies. Along the way I met some amazing people who helped me a lot, these people I will always hold close and never let go. And then I was finally ready a new improved version of myself flying high once again in my birth country, my old/new home.

But it seems my journeys to the land beyond the seas are not over because as I speak I have left my new/old home once again to a new country and so the process begins again. Now my question is where exactly is home. If I am to go by my definitions home should be Nigeria but then I naturally exist and function in the land of my first great journey. So much so my family refuses to pick me up from the airport, their excuse, I am more than capable of finding my way to my final destination. Which brings me to my next point; I also have a significant number of family members in the country as well. So is this my home.

Or is it this new land I now live in with my newly formed nuclear family (details of this will be given in the not too distant future. So WATCH THIS SPACE!!!). My dear readers what do you think. What is your definition of home and what would you consider your home?  I can't wait to read your comments maybe we can figure this out together.

That is it from me, I hope you all have a wonderful week and be sociable share this with somebody you know.

That's me out....

Welcome to my Rambles

This post is dedicated to my good friend Miss Onakoya, who has decided to force me outside my comfort zone. Miss Onakoya well done.. I shall not be forgetting this... 

It has been 6 years since someone first told me that I could start a blog, 4 since I decided to actually give it a go and 3 months since I became serious about it. Welcome to my thoughts. Now I know there will be many questions after my dramatic intro, the top one why it took me so long to do this and honestly I think the answer is “Fear”.

I have a big secret ok a not so big secret a few people know and a few people just think it comes with me. In this case they are right it does come with me. I am dyslexic. What does this mean, it means a lot of different things and google will do a good job in explaining. But in my case it means I struggle with reading, writing and spelling. Now I am not saying this to get the sympathy vote, dyslexia is far more common than most people realise just ask Jamie Oliver, Albert Einstein and Noble prize winner Pierre Curie. It isn’t a big deal; it just means you have to work a little harder.

I am mentioning this so you can understand why I was afraid to start this blog. I was afraid because I thought how can I do this when I know my shortcomings and I let that fear take over and stop me from doing what I really wanted to do. But today I guess I have slayed my Goliath because here I am writing.

Now I am not entirely sure how these weekly posts are going to go or what I am going to write about. Aside from cooking, travelling & photography, I do not have that many hobbies that I can write about nor am I that vested in any of them to even dedicate weekly write ups to them. But one thing I am extremely good at is being observant, a skill you pick up when you are trying to keep up with everybody else so how about I write about that.

How about I write about the various things I observe and talk to you guys about it. I am good at telling stories. I will try and keep it short because I do ramble on a bit; I have been known to write 3 paged letters. Please don’t judge me… if you read them you would know why they are that long.

Anyway enough chit chatting, let’s do this. Welcome everyone to Life According to My Rambles. .