Thanksgiving

God has been wonderful and so good to me,
I thank him for my family, the character and
person they've made me to be.
God has blessed my parents and siblings
amazingly this year and i know its just the beginning.

Thank you especially for my elder Brother,
B, he's wonderful and the best.( I understand.)
Thank you Lord that you are remolding him to your desire.

I thank God for my friends, near and far.
I've been blessed with amazing friends.
friends that love me and support me in everything i do.

I thank God for my job and my colleagues.
I thank Him for my upcoming new job
and believe God for a new miracle as i move on.

Thank you for my health.

Thank you for having 2 wonderful neighbours!

Thank you for a roof over my head,
food in my fridge and clothes on my back.

Thank you for provision, every time and on time.

Thank you for the relationships that could never be.
You alone know the reasons and am sincerely Grateful.


Thank you for blog ville.


I thank God for the separation and ongoing dissolution.

for Strength, Faith, Perseverance.


Most of all, I thank God for His continuous Love, Mercy, Kindness,
forgiveness & Grace this past months.

If men where God, I'll be dead by now. Thank You Lord.

Am forever grateful and will continually Praise and Bless YOU.

Pieces........and RANTS

I wish I could stare into the skies and see the future,
Or breath in air and hear your thoughts,
Then I’ll be aware and know.


Lately, i have been hovering round depression, feeling like a failed state.
Where waking up in the morning is more like 'i have to' not because i wantto.
I think my big mouth and want for PERFECTION has put me in a deeper dilemma,
tango whatever.
Me and my big mouth, BIG dreams,
Big talk,Big IDEAS,big and PERFECT THINGS I ALWAYS DREAM OF
have put me in BIGGER DILEMMA,EXTRA THOUGHTS AND EXTRA PIMPLES!
yeah am tIED, tIRED, head Filled,
running on thoughts, thoughts and worries.
Am ranting, tired and want to close my eyes, relax, sleep.
maybe quarrel with someone, shout and let all the anger out.
Am ANgry, Vexed sorely.
I think i should dig a hole and SCREAM!! in it. 'loser'
be a drama Queen.
BE InCONsiderate, SelFISH,SelfCENTRED and all 'em self words I hOPE TO INclude Nasty
the conscious devil evil twin in 'em naija flicks.
waatevaaa


many Seconds later....
i don't feel better, i don't feel any better at all.
My PERFECT MIND expects RED ROSES and a Mushy CARD,
mushy Phone call, HEY MAYBE A MUSHY CHEQUE ! A MIRACLE aN eNGagement ring, maybe a PERFECT MAN! a perfect annulment
MIZ PERFECT!!!#^&@@^&*!

Dreaming on..... (Parts of my childhood) Part 2

Fill in the blank space
12. Yams grow on ………….

Branches
stem
root

Well if you asked my best friend in Junior Secondary the answer to that question she would have picked A, because she had never seen yam plant and that to me it was funny. Okay I have more than enough farm stories, stories like this are usually told by people who grew up in the village but me it was something I experienced in a major Nigerian city, well that’s what I call Benin.

My father worked with the ministry of agriculture and when I was still teeny weenie, (never out grew that teeny weenie stage I must confess) we had large farms in villages close to Benin. I spent a large part of my formative years in Benin. These farms where located in deep forest where you had to clear a part way to get to your destination. Farm days where every other Saturday which I looked forward to and my elder siblings never ever looked happy when my dad announces that the next Saturday was farm day.

In the morning we all will be dressed up in jeans, shirts etc totally covering the whole body and protective boots. Most times we never had a bath because of insects and other harmful things that might be attracted by the smell. The journey most times took up to an hour or 2. We all pile up in the car with my mom sitting in front. Lunch neatly packed in the booth and our cutlasses and hoes, bowls and other things needed for the journey. And at 6 am we are on our way to the farm.
I never understand how my father could find his way through the forest and arrive at our farm. It was just forest, with those large trees, lush green vegetation, crickets chirping sounds and that quiet stillness. Once my elder brother said he saw a monkey! As soon as we arrive work is shared, well very little as workers are already waiting for us. I guess my dad just brought us along to experience nature and learn new things. Soon we all get occupied in exploring with constant warning from my dad or the workers not to stray far. I always stayed with my mum I think, sometimes reading. Those where fun times. There where several farms and the last one was close to home. I even got inspired to start a garden but it was short lived because it entailed lots of work and our stupid neighbor’s dog sometimes made a mess of all my efforts. By 2pm we where on our way back, sharing tales of things we saw. We grew yams, cassava, melons, and corn. We even had a large yam barn at home that sometimes we where forced to sell part of our harvest in market! We sometimes made garri, (it was a tedious and interesting process), had a poultry farm with all kinds of birds, never went in though was and still scared of live chicken. Prefer them fried or barbecued on my plate. We had fun as a family and countless stories and experiences.

Guess my dad was just a village man inward and wanted his children to experience a part of it. Glad I have stories to thrill my children when they are older.

Okay! i know boring story….banging my head on the wall…searching……searching…