My childhood...
Welcome to a glimpse of my early days. I don't remember much before I was four years and four months old. My memories began from the days that led up to the birth of baby Joy. I was awestruck at the sight of her. She was the most beautiful little being I had ever seen. I stood next to her crib all through the visit, wondering what was going through her mind.
With the Yuletide season came preparations to go home. I went through an entire year, every year; looking forward to my birthday and the annual trip to the village for Christmas. My mum my hero. She would ensure almost everything we may need was bought and packed for this long journey. From indomie to live fowl to rice to goat to Christmas decorations to maggi tomatoes beverages corned beef the list was endless.
During those trips, I learnt to be accountable and alert. She would tell us to always know by heart the total number of boxes, "Ghana must go", and anything else. It was a journey that involved both land and water so there was always transit. The moving of all our belongings safely from two cars to a boat in a busy park was somehow headache but when you'r little, you just do as you're told and you'll be fine.
My mum would take the pain every single time to tell us the name of each village. I never stopped wondering why we were not from the ones that weren't far. In her words, our village was the last which also made me wonder what existed after our village because the river of course continued. She would say in fluent Ijaw this is this village; remember Mr A? His wife's mother was from this village until she got married and moved to the village I showed you fifteen minutes ago. My siblings and I: okay.🤣
She would say to us that the villages on the left were Delta State and those on the right were Bayelsa state.
To be continued
Life in the village.
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Monday, 27 November 2017
Sunday, 19 November 2017
My father's blessings
About three weeks ago, out of the blues I decided to send my dad airtime. Usually I send to my mum just because 😂😂. That day I was like why not daddy today? So I sent #1500 worth of airtime. I was too excited, I called immediately.
After the usual laughter, I told him, and at first he didn't understand. He thought I said I sent him a message so he was like "I'm yet to see it, let me check." Then I repeated it and he legit screamed "really? Airtime? #1500! Wow!" More laughter...
He was so so so happy I didn't even know when I asked him "daddy why are you so happy like you can't buy #1500 airtime?" He laughed it away. Tears welled up my eyes, I still can't explain the tears. I was feeling very heavy at heart with some major issues I was dealing with, but that call lifted the weight off me. I could laugh and cry and felt good that I could make my old man so happy despite all.
Later that day, he called to say thank you and that he wanted to call me with the airtime. We talked about other stuff and yeah.
Ever since that day, I have been experiencing different level and types of favour.
I thought to share the secret...
Nothing is really too small to appreciate these people we call mum and dad.
Don't wait till "you blow"; as much as we don't want to reason in that line, it might be too late then.
Start small if you must, start anyway.
😊😊😊
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Thursday, 16 November 2017
Daddy for hire
Yes... we have a daddy we want to hire or is it rent? I'm not sure but here is the deal.
For a little fee you get to invest quality time with our daddy. Please pay special attention to the following. You should be willing to make lipton tea at least five times a day (No milk and no sugar, maybe sweetex). Morning devotion starts at 6am to err as the spirit leads but don't worry about that; yours is most likely to lead in praise and worship. Personal advice, let go of Sinach and Frank Edwards... go old school so you won't be the only one singing.
Do you love tennis? Well, you have to try... he loves it so much he got us coaches at a very young age 😂😂. Scrabble is equally important to him, be ready to record games.. It's just normal addition. Draft too yeah buh there's no scoring per say with that one.
Can you drive? That would be an advantage and could lead to discout. You will most likely become his designated driver.
This part is the most important, always run out of the house to shout "daddy welcome" whenever he comes back home. He loves it a lot and would legit pick up his phone to call all of us if no one does that.
Fresh food from mama's kitchen daily and during the day you can visit prettytouchomes for beautiful household decoration, blossemfreshdelight for fruit parfait, sandwiches and cocktails, Oke the photostylist could give you that photoshoot you always dreamt of, you can visit the lake, the cinema etc.
Just send your CV and reference letters.
I'm a creative writer... I write for fun.. I just decided to write about daddy today.
Please leave your comments below, let's talk.😁😁
For a little fee you get to invest quality time with our daddy. Please pay special attention to the following. You should be willing to make lipton tea at least five times a day (No milk and no sugar, maybe sweetex). Morning devotion starts at 6am to err as the spirit leads but don't worry about that; yours is most likely to lead in praise and worship. Personal advice, let go of Sinach and Frank Edwards... go old school so you won't be the only one singing.
Do you love tennis? Well, you have to try... he loves it so much he got us coaches at a very young age 😂😂. Scrabble is equally important to him, be ready to record games.. It's just normal addition. Draft too yeah buh there's no scoring per say with that one.
Can you drive? That would be an advantage and could lead to discout. You will most likely become his designated driver.
This part is the most important, always run out of the house to shout "daddy welcome" whenever he comes back home. He loves it a lot and would legit pick up his phone to call all of us if no one does that.
Fresh food from mama's kitchen daily and during the day you can visit prettytouchomes for beautiful household decoration, blossemfreshdelight for fruit parfait, sandwiches and cocktails, Oke the photostylist could give you that photoshoot you always dreamt of, you can visit the lake, the cinema etc.
Just send your CV and reference letters.
I'm a creative writer... I write for fun.. I just decided to write about daddy today.
Please leave your comments below, let's talk.😁😁
Monday, 13 November 2017
My Trip to Italy
Now that I'm trying to document my trip down to Italy, I should have known from all that ensued that I was in for a rollercoaster here.
When I was putting my final things together, friends of mine Anita and Ebise came to bid me farewell. See me "jjc" I packed every and anything, including hangers. Imagine my embarrassment when I got to the airport and had to unpack and send some ridiculous things back home. My uncle was shocked to see hangers (like 20) in my box.
Finally checked in and they left. Our flight had about an hour delay, I was tired so I changed my wedge sandals to comfortable slippers. The plan was to change back on the flight at least but I forgot completely.
Boarding was relatively smooth. We stopped at Lagos and more passengers boarded. I honesly don't remember what ensued, next thing a woman and a man were boxing right in front of my seat. I was in a mild shock. They were separated by well meaning Nigerians and boarding continued. Just as we were taxying, this lady that was in the fight started screaming that she couldn't breath, they tried to calm her but to no avail. That was how our pilot made a U turn back to the airport and called for medical evacuation team. Now this was happening in September 2014 the Ebola saga was still very on. Next thing we saw was a team of medical practitioners kitted to the teeth. Nose masks, gloves, just name it. They looked like they were going to space. The moment they stepped on the aircraft; everyone began laughing. After much negotiation, the woman agreed to come down only if her assailant would get off too. Eventually I think they hid the man so she would get down. We were three hours behind schedule! Some activists or journalists came to me for eye witness report and in my mind I was like "I just want to go to Italy quietly o" although I gave my honest account of the fight.
Needless to say, a good percentage of us missed our connecting flights and it was at that moment when we landed and realised that that we became really upset about it all.🤣
I was stuck with my horrible slippers till I got to Italy and since I got here it's been one drama to another🤣🤣.
Welcome to my world.
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When I was putting my final things together, friends of mine Anita and Ebise came to bid me farewell. See me "jjc" I packed every and anything, including hangers. Imagine my embarrassment when I got to the airport and had to unpack and send some ridiculous things back home. My uncle was shocked to see hangers (like 20) in my box.
Finally checked in and they left. Our flight had about an hour delay, I was tired so I changed my wedge sandals to comfortable slippers. The plan was to change back on the flight at least but I forgot completely.
Boarding was relatively smooth. We stopped at Lagos and more passengers boarded. I honesly don't remember what ensued, next thing a woman and a man were boxing right in front of my seat. I was in a mild shock. They were separated by well meaning Nigerians and boarding continued. Just as we were taxying, this lady that was in the fight started screaming that she couldn't breath, they tried to calm her but to no avail. That was how our pilot made a U turn back to the airport and called for medical evacuation team. Now this was happening in September 2014 the Ebola saga was still very on. Next thing we saw was a team of medical practitioners kitted to the teeth. Nose masks, gloves, just name it. They looked like they were going to space. The moment they stepped on the aircraft; everyone began laughing. After much negotiation, the woman agreed to come down only if her assailant would get off too. Eventually I think they hid the man so she would get down. We were three hours behind schedule! Some activists or journalists came to me for eye witness report and in my mind I was like "I just want to go to Italy quietly o" although I gave my honest account of the fight.
Needless to say, a good percentage of us missed our connecting flights and it was at that moment when we landed and realised that that we became really upset about it all.🤣
I was stuck with my horrible slippers till I got to Italy and since I got here it's been one drama to another🤣🤣.
Welcome to my world.
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Saturday, 11 November 2017
Police station drama (4/11/2017)
Earlier today, Faith Eferemo Okoro went to the police station to sort out something. I feel very well informed whenever I go there for enquiries.
She went first and saw a group of Africans and without asking questions, my madam joined them🤣🤣. After a few minutes, she tried to explain her plight but it only confused the police more. Eventually she got him to go through the document she had in her hand. She said the policeman asked her to go inside that the people she joined were dangerous political assylum seekers. 😲🤣 I asked her why when she was narrating her ordeal to me and she said she saw her brothers and sisters so she decided to join them.🤣😂😂
I arrived much later and asked where I could wait for her and they said I could just stand with them outside. I felt happy and switched on my observant mode. Taking mental notes of plate numbers, car colours, vital statistics, outfits, unusual in short I was sure I believed I was an undercover police or plain clothes. 🤣🤣🤣
After about 30 minutes, I decided I wanted to join the police. I mean I was already doing the work. So I walked up to them and asked them the procedure. They laughed ehn and that sealed my decision. I went online and found out that the first step was to go the police station and pick up an eligibility check list bla bla.
When they eventually realised I was serious, they let me in. I was given the form/checklist. It was at that moment as my eyes ran through the "impossibles" I realised how amazing Petroleum Engineering actually was🤣🤣🤣.
Just forget the last 2 paragraphs; it was all in my head😂😂. Thanks for reading...
She went first and saw a group of Africans and without asking questions, my madam joined them🤣🤣. After a few minutes, she tried to explain her plight but it only confused the police more. Eventually she got him to go through the document she had in her hand. She said the policeman asked her to go inside that the people she joined were dangerous political assylum seekers. 😲🤣 I asked her why when she was narrating her ordeal to me and she said she saw her brothers and sisters so she decided to join them.🤣😂😂
I arrived much later and asked where I could wait for her and they said I could just stand with them outside. I felt happy and switched on my observant mode. Taking mental notes of plate numbers, car colours, vital statistics, outfits, unusual in short I was sure I believed I was an undercover police or plain clothes. 🤣🤣🤣
After about 30 minutes, I decided I wanted to join the police. I mean I was already doing the work. So I walked up to them and asked them the procedure. They laughed ehn and that sealed my decision. I went online and found out that the first step was to go the police station and pick up an eligibility check list bla bla.
When they eventually realised I was serious, they let me in. I was given the form/checklist. It was at that moment as my eyes ran through the "impossibles" I realised how amazing Petroleum Engineering actually was🤣🤣🤣.
Just forget the last 2 paragraphs; it was all in my head😂😂. Thanks for reading...
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