Here's to US!!!!
No matter what our kids and the new generation think about us,
WE ARE AWESOME !!!!
OUR LIFE IS LIVING PROOF !!!!
To Those of Us Born
1930 - 1979
At the end of this note is a quote of the month by Jay Leno.. If you don't read anything else, please read what he said.
Very well stated, Mr. Leno.
TO ALL THE KIDS WHO SURVIVED THE
1930's, 40's, 50's,
60's and 70's!!
First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they were pregnant.
They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, tuna from a can and didn't get tested for diabetes.
Then after that trauma, we were put to sleep on our tummies in baby cribs covered
with bright colored lead-base paints.
We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, locks on doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had baseball caps not helmets on our heads.
As infants & children, we would ride in cars with no car seats, no booster seats, no seat belts, no air bags, bald tires and sometimes no brakes.
Riding in the back of a pick- up truck on a warm day was always a special treat.
We drank water from the garden hose and not from a bottle.
We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and no one actually died from this.
We ate cupcakes, white bread, real butter and bacon. We drank Kool-Aid made with real white sugar. And, we weren't overweight.. WHY?
Because we were always outside playing...that's why!
We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on..
No one was able to reach us all day. And, we were OKAY.
We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps
and then ride them down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem.
We did not have Play stations, Nintendo's and X-boxes. There were no video games, no 150
channels on cable, no video movies or DVD's, no surround-sound or CD's, no cell phones,
no personal computers, no Internet and no chat rooms.
WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and found them!
We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no lawsuits from these accidents. We would get spankings with wooden spoons, switches, ping pong paddles, or just a bare hand and no one would call child services to report abuse.
We ate worms and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in us forever.
We were given BB guns for our 10th birthdays, made up games with sticks and a pink ball and, although we were told it would happen, we did not poke out very many eyes.
We rode bikes or walked to a friend's house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just walked in and talked to them.
Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team.
Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment.
Imagine that!!
The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law!
These generations have produced some of the best risk-takers, problem solvers and inventors ever.
The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas.
We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned how to deal with it all.
If YOU are one of them, CONGRATULATIONS!
You might want to share this with others who have had the luck to grow up as kids, before the lawyers and the government regulated so much of our lives for our own good.
Tuesday, 22 September 2009
Saturday, 5 September 2009
Is Marriage By Force?
Sometimes I wonder why people think living abroad is the best thing that can happen to them. I know women that will die or most likely kill to marry a '' citizen''. Abeg, i need someone to tell me what the biggie about this is.
So I know this babe who is married with four kids. She has always wanted to marry a citizen and in fact a British one at that. At least we all know that with a British Pali you have less stress in going in nad out of other major developed countries. Anyways, her prayers were answered and she met Britico whom she married in less than 2 months.
They both moved to the UK, guy bought a 4 bedroom house, she got her passport,popped four ......kids in quick succession. Sad thing is as the years rolled bye, the marriage was dying gradually. First, the husband stopped paying bills, he later added the kids upkeep to his list of ''don't bother to do''. I mean, we all know that kids don't pay in the formative years for most basic things but shey na government go also buy them clothes and take them to Nandos or MacDonald's.
Since she kuku knew her motive right from the onset, complaining to people was really difficult. So she started suffering and smiling at the same time. What a life. Why bother to marry when your husband will never stay at home, why marry a man that doesn't care whether you go to work and never come back, why live with a man that will travel outside the country without telling you and he comes back in to the home like he just went to buy newspaper at the corner shop.
To make matters worse, husband sold the house one day and moved them all to a 2 bedroom flat in the outskirts of London. Bummer! He was smart enough to know that if she asks for a divorce there is every possibility that she gets the house or at least half of the guy's property.
As if that was not enough, after selling the house without her consent of course, he got a job in Canada, bought a pad and moved there without telling her! He just left the house like he normally does until a friend of the family saw him in Canada and informed the wife.
The good thing is he still maintains a solid relationship with his kids as he calls them often and he makes sure he buys them stuff anytime he decides to pop in to London. He has not asked his wife for a divorce and wife doesn't want to be labelled a divorcee either so she is taking things in stride. She is a married widow with a British passport! She can go to any country of her choice but she is not happy. She cries herself to sleep most times but that doesn't change anything. Sad...
Oya, tell me is it by force? There are a million women out there that despite hearing stories like this are still going to make the same mistake. It hurts me when I meet such women or even men sef....it hurts!
So I know this babe who is married with four kids. She has always wanted to marry a citizen and in fact a British one at that. At least we all know that with a British Pali you have less stress in going in nad out of other major developed countries. Anyways, her prayers were answered and she met Britico whom she married in less than 2 months.
They both moved to the UK, guy bought a 4 bedroom house, she got her passport,popped four ......kids in quick succession. Sad thing is as the years rolled bye, the marriage was dying gradually. First, the husband stopped paying bills, he later added the kids upkeep to his list of ''don't bother to do''. I mean, we all know that kids don't pay in the formative years for most basic things but shey na government go also buy them clothes and take them to Nandos or MacDonald's.
Since she kuku knew her motive right from the onset, complaining to people was really difficult. So she started suffering and smiling at the same time. What a life. Why bother to marry when your husband will never stay at home, why marry a man that doesn't care whether you go to work and never come back, why live with a man that will travel outside the country without telling you and he comes back in to the home like he just went to buy newspaper at the corner shop.
To make matters worse, husband sold the house one day and moved them all to a 2 bedroom flat in the outskirts of London. Bummer! He was smart enough to know that if she asks for a divorce there is every possibility that she gets the house or at least half of the guy's property.
As if that was not enough, after selling the house without her consent of course, he got a job in Canada, bought a pad and moved there without telling her! He just left the house like he normally does until a friend of the family saw him in Canada and informed the wife.
The good thing is he still maintains a solid relationship with his kids as he calls them often and he makes sure he buys them stuff anytime he decides to pop in to London. He has not asked his wife for a divorce and wife doesn't want to be labelled a divorcee either so she is taking things in stride. She is a married widow with a British passport! She can go to any country of her choice but she is not happy. She cries herself to sleep most times but that doesn't change anything. Sad...
Oya, tell me is it by force? There are a million women out there that despite hearing stories like this are still going to make the same mistake. It hurts me when I meet such women or even men sef....it hurts!
Saturday, 29 August 2009
Should Married Couples Sleep In Seperate Rooms
Peeps, I am so sorry I couldn't respond to the comments on my last post. Abeg vex not. It has not been easy this past week juggling motherhood with wife hood(if there is any word like that). Please, I appreciate everyone that passes by my page whether you leave comment or not.
I kind of always wonder if it is a MUST for couples to actually sleep in the same room. For one, I am not sure if I can sleep in a separate room. My husband calls me a cat because if I don't feel his body next to mine at nights ehn....... story for another day.
Ok, ask me what of the times he has been out of town. How do I cope? That is the thing, I may not sleep immediately i get on the bed cos I will turn and toss and imagine he was right beside me. But, I will still sleep sha anyhow.
So I asked a friend of mine and she said no way,her husband snores like a truck on the highway. She said and I quote '' I love my husband to bits but if we keep sleeping in the same room I will definitely start hating him''. Strong words but i totally understand. And that brings me to asking this question: Why must men snore????
My husband snores lightly and when he is very tired he actually ''SNORES''. For me sleeping with the lightest noise is an issue. I am a very light sleeper, any sound no matter how minimal wakes me up so you can imagine what it is to stay awake to hear your beloved snoring and sleeping peacefully. What i do most times is to tap him lightly and once he turns over he stops snoring.
Then I remember my uncle, Jesus Christ of Nazareth. If people can win award for snoring,he will by now have plenty gold medals. There was a time he came with his wife to spend some time with us. They both slept quite early on this fateful day and then mom told me to go pick up her bag from her room. I had to pass by the visitors room, and I thought i heard my uncle strangling my aunt. I had to run to call my mum that before uncle kills aunt make we alert the neighbours.
My mama no wear wrapper commot living room to find out what was happening. We barged into the room only to find husband and wife snoring their lives away. As husband was raising the bar the wife was supporting with her sonorous umphs. We laughed so hard and believe it or not they didn't wake up!
Some people are of the opinion that sleeping apart is the beginning of ''distance'' in a relationship. But shouldn't couples have time apart? I mean some ''me'' time. I am sure there are days either partner just wants to spread out alone on the bed and just sleep.
Whatchya think peeps?
I kind of always wonder if it is a MUST for couples to actually sleep in the same room. For one, I am not sure if I can sleep in a separate room. My husband calls me a cat because if I don't feel his body next to mine at nights ehn....... story for another day.
Ok, ask me what of the times he has been out of town. How do I cope? That is the thing, I may not sleep immediately i get on the bed cos I will turn and toss and imagine he was right beside me. But, I will still sleep sha anyhow.
So I asked a friend of mine and she said no way,her husband snores like a truck on the highway. She said and I quote '' I love my husband to bits but if we keep sleeping in the same room I will definitely start hating him''. Strong words but i totally understand. And that brings me to asking this question: Why must men snore????
My husband snores lightly and when he is very tired he actually ''SNORES''. For me sleeping with the lightest noise is an issue. I am a very light sleeper, any sound no matter how minimal wakes me up so you can imagine what it is to stay awake to hear your beloved snoring and sleeping peacefully. What i do most times is to tap him lightly and once he turns over he stops snoring.
Then I remember my uncle, Jesus Christ of Nazareth. If people can win award for snoring,he will by now have plenty gold medals. There was a time he came with his wife to spend some time with us. They both slept quite early on this fateful day and then mom told me to go pick up her bag from her room. I had to pass by the visitors room, and I thought i heard my uncle strangling my aunt. I had to run to call my mum that before uncle kills aunt make we alert the neighbours.
My mama no wear wrapper commot living room to find out what was happening. We barged into the room only to find husband and wife snoring their lives away. As husband was raising the bar the wife was supporting with her sonorous umphs. We laughed so hard and believe it or not they didn't wake up!
Some people are of the opinion that sleeping apart is the beginning of ''distance'' in a relationship. But shouldn't couples have time apart? I mean some ''me'' time. I am sure there are days either partner just wants to spread out alone on the bed and just sleep.
Whatchya think peeps?
Monday, 24 August 2009
I married a VAIN man.......
My husband is just different and maybe that is why we will forever be in love(amen).He is just very vain. I don't think that I have ever met someone that is so conscious of looks and other vain stuffs like him. Haba, his own is too much.
1. He doesn't like to see me in flat shoes. Anytime i do that it is just like I just twisted a knife through his fragile heart. You need to understand me on this, his face completely changes to something else. Like someone in serious pain. Me, I am flatie. I love my slippers like mad,why wear heels when I will limp for days from the after effect. I am a short woman oh but abeg, heels are for the likes of Posh and VERA EZIMORA.
2.When i fix weave on as we call it in Naija, it must have either a fringe or some dropping to the sides. I MUST on no account pack my hair behind my ears. To all women out there, can you please explain to my boo that we have what is called hot weather,I mean a season where people actually feel the heat!!!!
3. Oh,when yours truly wears pink, hubby expects me to use pink eye shadow. I mean the colours gast to match the outfit. He goes ''don't you have the shade in your eye make up bag'' sometimes just feel like screaming! There are days I just want to be bare faced, no make up. But hell no, he wont agree.
4. Mr O is a sucker for lip gloss. He doesn't like lipsticks. He can do anything for a woman with lip gloss. Imagine that. I am more of a lipstick person but he is always shouting please use the one that ''shines'' on your lips!
5. Moi, does not like to show cleavage in my outfits. Him, he wants me to show the whole world my two mudu of breasts oh. I don tire.
6. He is a sucker for labels. When I used to work on the Island, I always have to leave the house before him so he always has enough time to assess my dressing. You hear things like ''why don't you carry your Gucci bag,it will go well with that outfit''. Or, you should use a ferragamo belt on that pants. Kai, chineke! Vanity of the highest order.
7. I think I have blogged about the issue of food as in there are days that I do not know what to cook apart from rice, amala and pasta. (I suck abi, i know). So imagine that I call boo to ask him what to cook. He goes I really feel like roasted potatoes with fish fillet or some odd names that I sure know I cannot prepare. Why cant he ever say I want ogi(pap) and moin moin.
His vanity has actually helped me in a way. I am more conscious of the way I eat in public, seat, pack my hair and in fact drive my car sef. Biko, MR O you no get Part 2. But I love you anyhow.
1. He doesn't like to see me in flat shoes. Anytime i do that it is just like I just twisted a knife through his fragile heart. You need to understand me on this, his face completely changes to something else. Like someone in serious pain. Me, I am flatie. I love my slippers like mad,why wear heels when I will limp for days from the after effect. I am a short woman oh but abeg, heels are for the likes of Posh and VERA EZIMORA.
2.When i fix weave on as we call it in Naija, it must have either a fringe or some dropping to the sides. I MUST on no account pack my hair behind my ears. To all women out there, can you please explain to my boo that we have what is called hot weather,I mean a season where people actually feel the heat!!!!
3. Oh,when yours truly wears pink, hubby expects me to use pink eye shadow. I mean the colours gast to match the outfit. He goes ''don't you have the shade in your eye make up bag'' sometimes just feel like screaming! There are days I just want to be bare faced, no make up. But hell no, he wont agree.
4. Mr O is a sucker for lip gloss. He doesn't like lipsticks. He can do anything for a woman with lip gloss. Imagine that. I am more of a lipstick person but he is always shouting please use the one that ''shines'' on your lips!
5. Moi, does not like to show cleavage in my outfits. Him, he wants me to show the whole world my two mudu of breasts oh. I don tire.
6. He is a sucker for labels. When I used to work on the Island, I always have to leave the house before him so he always has enough time to assess my dressing. You hear things like ''why don't you carry your Gucci bag,it will go well with that outfit''. Or, you should use a ferragamo belt on that pants. Kai, chineke! Vanity of the highest order.
7. I think I have blogged about the issue of food as in there are days that I do not know what to cook apart from rice, amala and pasta. (I suck abi, i know). So imagine that I call boo to ask him what to cook. He goes I really feel like roasted potatoes with fish fillet or some odd names that I sure know I cannot prepare. Why cant he ever say I want ogi(pap) and moin moin.
His vanity has actually helped me in a way. I am more conscious of the way I eat in public, seat, pack my hair and in fact drive my car sef. Biko, MR O you no get Part 2. But I love you anyhow.
Tuesday, 18 August 2009
Randomness In High Places
I know I promised myself that I will be regular blogger, so by fire by force I know I must update. The truth is there is nothing to blog about. But well, lets just cook up some randomness happening around me jare.
1. It is 1.16am and I am very much wide awake with hubby and son sleeping peacefully. Right now, if it wont be a crime o I probably would hit him on the head with a pestle cos he is snoring tho very lightly. I cannot stress how much I hate to hear people snore. Kai, this one wey God do me ehn....ok o.
2. My son was 1 on the 11th. Despite all the no parry business ehn,we still had a lil family parry. Imagine this, my sister in law woke me up early on the 11th that her driver is in my compound oh and that she sent him with the party packs for the party. I had to thank her profusely, you know how people can think you do not appreciate their efforts. So now that there are party packs, food and drinks must surface somehow. And the wahala started......
3. In the process of making coleslaw for the first time(lol) in my life, the stupid grater nearly took off my index finger. See blood gushing like Ogun river. Thank God that my finger didn't chop off.
4. Have I ever mentioned that my husband gets mad when I wear flat shoes? Kai,it is like an obsession. Biko, I don tire. I had to wear some bad heels all thru the ''gest togerra''. And boy, do I still have legs? I doubt. My thighs have been hurting all day plus my neck too.
5. Ok, putting some of the pictures on face book sef as I type. No vex for those of you that wont see it but to those that will do,all da best.
Cathya, laer.
1. It is 1.16am and I am very much wide awake with hubby and son sleeping peacefully. Right now, if it wont be a crime o I probably would hit him on the head with a pestle cos he is snoring tho very lightly. I cannot stress how much I hate to hear people snore. Kai, this one wey God do me ehn....ok o.
2. My son was 1 on the 11th. Despite all the no parry business ehn,we still had a lil family parry. Imagine this, my sister in law woke me up early on the 11th that her driver is in my compound oh and that she sent him with the party packs for the party. I had to thank her profusely, you know how people can think you do not appreciate their efforts. So now that there are party packs, food and drinks must surface somehow. And the wahala started......
3. In the process of making coleslaw for the first time(lol) in my life, the stupid grater nearly took off my index finger. See blood gushing like Ogun river. Thank God that my finger didn't chop off.
4. Have I ever mentioned that my husband gets mad when I wear flat shoes? Kai,it is like an obsession. Biko, I don tire. I had to wear some bad heels all thru the ''gest togerra''. And boy, do I still have legs? I doubt. My thighs have been hurting all day plus my neck too.
5. Ok, putting some of the pictures on face book sef as I type. No vex for those of you that wont see it but to those that will do,all da best.
Cathya, laer.
Sunday, 9 August 2009
The Wedding Game....
This is so totally random a post. I don't know why I have been thinking about the way we ''waste'' money in Africa over ceremonies. The one that bothers me the most is weddings. Why do we have to spend so much on wedding ceremonies.
A typical Naija Bride wants to wear a dress that cost between $3,000 to $15,000. Now, I do not have a problem with that if your father is Otedola or the present President of Nigeria(which means that your father don chop our money finish). Alright, back to the point after spending so much on the wedding dress, why chunk it inside a wardrobe for the remaining part of your life. Why?
Then, you find out that the parents of the couple can decide to ''die''(no pun intended) over aso ebi or the musician to sing on the wedding day. After which the musician will either make you cry or laugh your butts off. At my cousin's wedding, you won't believe the so called "Police Band" did not show face at the reception. We sort of clapped our way to the high table. I have never been more embarrassed in my life.
A typical Naija Bride wants to wear a dress that cost between $3,000 to $15,000. Now, I do not have a problem with that if your father is Otedola or the present President of Nigeria(which means that your father don chop our money finish). Alright, back to the point after spending so much on the wedding dress, why chunk it inside a wardrobe for the remaining part of your life. Why?
Then, you find out that the parents of the couple can decide to ''die''(no pun intended) over aso ebi or the musician to sing on the wedding day. After which the musician will either make you cry or laugh your butts off. At my cousin's wedding, you won't believe the so called "Police Band" did not show face at the reception. We sort of clapped our way to the high table. I have never been more embarrassed in my life.
The part that annoys me the most is after spending 25 million naira for a wedding it will still end at 6pm maximum. If you still spend 100 thousand na the same 6pm and you will wear the same wedding gown.
The wedding planners are making money off us, do I blame them No! She has capitalized on people like you and I that most definitely are party freaks. Is it not madness for a wedding planner to take 10% of the amount you want to spend on your wedding. Of course, a wedding planner does a lot for you running around to get stuff for the wedding. But think about it, are those things really important.
I know a couple that spent close to 6million on their wedding and the couple do not have a car! Not even a rickety one to push them around. Another couple that are quite close to me spent so much time looking for souvenirs and aso ebi and MC that they forgot that the couple will not continue to live in the Uncle's house. They didn't get their own apartment. Madness, I call it.
Wait sef, why am I ranting... the purpose of this post is to ask this golden question
"DOES THE AMOUNT SPENT ON A WEDDING CEREMONY DETERMINES THE SUCCESS OF THE MARRIAGE ITSELF''.
Saturday, 1 August 2009
It is the 1st Of August and I am pregnant yet again....
I am ever so grateful to God Almighty for today. This time last year I was about popping,heavy with pregnancy, dark and bloated. To climb the stairs was like a tough job and I can remember my aunt was always shouting you need to climb this stairs 8 times a day so that your delivery will turn out very easy. I climbed stairs so tey, my leg talk one day say: I NO SEND YOU ERRAND! With all my evening strolls and,prancing about, yours truly still had a Cesarean section when the boy no wan commot for my belle. I guess it was the pounded yam i was addicted to in my eight month. Kai, I chop iyan so tey my already round and big tummy will now become very hard and I will be breathing like someone that was ready to pass out. I too like food.lol
Anyways, lil man was due on the 13th but trust me I was already ready to push from the 1st of August, who is going to wait another 2 weeks,lai lai no be me. So, I started walking and cleaning the house with the hope of getting the boy frustrated enough to jump out. For where, the boy just stayed kampe for there oh.
As usual on the night of the 9th I took my ''Iyan'' as usual and went to sleep. Do I even call that sleep, I was just tossing and turning as no position was comfy anymore at that stage. Being gone that far means I normally ''pee'' like 7 times before morning(sad abi). So I went to pee as regular and i just saw blood, checked the time it was 4am. Blood ke, shebi the midwife said na water first,which one is blood.
Hubby was back in Nigeria then and I had to call my auntie to say ''auntie I saw blood''. She flew out of bed and called the ambulance. I was dazed, is this it? So I will soon be a mum. How come people now shout in movies, I am not feeling any pain now. I LIED!
Ambulance came,and I was taken to the hospital.The beginning of the pain/I spent 72 hours in the hospital out of which I spent 68 hours shouting and crying and begging God to forgive me if it was my sins that is causing all the pain. Oh, I nearly forgot this...when I got to the hospital they asked me if I wanted a pain relief or just go natural. I said natural all the way. I am a true African. Eesh, no one begged me when I started shouting for the ''epidural injection''.
Oyinbo people don go I swear, so why do women have to go through the pain of delivery when epidural can just take the pain away in 1 sec. I am not going to lie, I am so sure I died but God sent me back knowing fully well that I never build house for Ikeja GRA, no street has been named after me just yet and of cos,I am yet to fulfill God's plan for my life. Thank you jare Baba God. But for you....
So, I am sure that you are thinking,if she went through all this wahala why get pregnant again. Biko, no vex this pregnancy no be pickin dey inside oh. I am pregnant with IDEAS on how to make money and become famous in my generation. I am sorry if you were misled.LOL
I shall be back to blog about the CS !
Anyways, lil man was due on the 13th but trust me I was already ready to push from the 1st of August, who is going to wait another 2 weeks,lai lai no be me. So, I started walking and cleaning the house with the hope of getting the boy frustrated enough to jump out. For where, the boy just stayed kampe for there oh.
As usual on the night of the 9th I took my ''Iyan'' as usual and went to sleep. Do I even call that sleep, I was just tossing and turning as no position was comfy anymore at that stage. Being gone that far means I normally ''pee'' like 7 times before morning(sad abi). So I went to pee as regular and i just saw blood, checked the time it was 4am. Blood ke, shebi the midwife said na water first,which one is blood.
Hubby was back in Nigeria then and I had to call my auntie to say ''auntie I saw blood''. She flew out of bed and called the ambulance. I was dazed, is this it? So I will soon be a mum. How come people now shout in movies, I am not feeling any pain now. I LIED!
Ambulance came,and I was taken to the hospital.The beginning of the pain/I spent 72 hours in the hospital out of which I spent 68 hours shouting and crying and begging God to forgive me if it was my sins that is causing all the pain. Oh, I nearly forgot this...when I got to the hospital they asked me if I wanted a pain relief or just go natural. I said natural all the way. I am a true African. Eesh, no one begged me when I started shouting for the ''epidural injection''.
Oyinbo people don go I swear, so why do women have to go through the pain of delivery when epidural can just take the pain away in 1 sec. I am not going to lie, I am so sure I died but God sent me back knowing fully well that I never build house for Ikeja GRA, no street has been named after me just yet and of cos,I am yet to fulfill God's plan for my life. Thank you jare Baba God. But for you....
So, I am sure that you are thinking,if she went through all this wahala why get pregnant again. Biko, no vex this pregnancy no be pickin dey inside oh. I am pregnant with IDEAS on how to make money and become famous in my generation. I am sorry if you were misled.LOL
I shall be back to blog about the CS !
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