Egbe bere, ugo bere
Nke si ibe ya ebela
Nku kwaa ya
This is by far one of my favourite Igbo proverbs. It means:
Let the hawk perch, let the eagle perch
The one that says that his mate shouldn’t perch
May his wings be broken
In simple terms: ‘Live and let live’.
What is this you’re eating? Is this food for a human being or for a goat? Where is the meat? You’re in Nigeria o! You’re not oyibo. Don’t you know Nigerians can’t be vegetarians?
I don’t understand why a grown woman would decide to do a birthday photo shoot and surround herself with balloons and childish props. Why not act your age in the pictures you take—you’re too old for this s**t!
Why is she wearing those shoes? She has such a weird style.
This babe! We’ve never seen your real face before o! Madam Contour and Highlight! Na only you waka come!
Why are you cooking the egusi like that? That’s not how we do it my village.
Why are you having a full English breakfast at 2 in the afternoon?
How can people just decide to not have children when they are both medically fit to. That makes no sense!
You want to be a stay-at-home mum? Wow…
You want to be a career mum? Wow…
Why do they always bend their legs like that when taking pictures?
Sigh… Continue reading “You Really Oughta Live and Let Live”
The faded gold car I had seen earlier pulled up next to me.
‘Sister, where you dey go?’ the driver of the car said. He seemed to be in his late-thirties.
I looked at him and his car in confusion, not sure if he was a cab driver or just someone who wanted to give me a lift. It was a 2-door sports car, you see, a rarity for taxis in Abuja. With skepticism, I told him where I was going. He turned out to be a cab driver; we settled on a price and I got in. Reggae music was playing from his car speakers and he was excessively bubbly and chatty. I rolled my eyes internally.
Oh God, he’s one of those people. I don’t need this today, abeg.
Unfortunately, he was so blissfully unfazed by my silence and would not stop talking. Eight or so minutes into the journey, I received a phone call and was thankful for the distraction, albeit a momentary one. After I hung up, the driver turned on the air conditioner.
‘Make I on A.C for you,’ he said. ‘E be like say your body dey hot…’ Continue reading “The Pursuit of Happy-ness: A Cab Ride, Lucky Dube and a Major Life Lesson”
I had planned on posting something different but life has a way of happening and changing so many things, right? About three weeks ago, I was with my sister in her bedroom when my mum walked in, looking slightly shaken.
“Hmm, you people,” she said. “I don’t know what is happening. I’m afraid. This life…This world we live in…”
She began telling us about how someone had just called to inform her about the death of another. The deceased was a man in his early forties, so, not old at all. Apparently he was found dead on the floor of his bathroom. It was a shock to everyone because it was sudden, and there had been no sign of illness, according to the last people who had seen him. We were sober, as is normal after hearing that sort of news, and this feeling increased later that night, when we heard of yet another death. But recurring stories about death is not the only basis for this post. Continue reading “So, Why Are You Here Again?”
You’re at the airport and your flight to India is for 9:40 a.m. You’re checked in, just waiting to board. At 8:40 a.m, the call to board is heard so you make your way to the gate, and after your boarding pass is checked, you head to the hallway leading to your plane. You enter the aircraft, get settled in and wait for take off. Not long after, you’re India-bound. Everything is going as planned. You’ve been looking forward to this journey for months, especially after all the planning and saving. In just over ten hours, you would’ve reached your destination. You can’t wait. The taste of authentic samosas is almost tangible on your tongue and you picture the number of saris you would be coming back home with. You sigh in contentment and relax.
A while into the journey, though, an announcement is made via the flight PA system. Continue reading “Managing Life’s Diversions, Like A Boss”
Guess who turned 30 on Monday? If you said me, you got it right. Whaaaatttt?!! *doing the milly rock*
Note: In real life I can’t do that dance to save my life but anything is possible online, right? Right? No? OK, then; moving on!
So, how does it feel to be 30? Hmm…I honestly feel great. Life is a gift and I’ve always tried not to be that person who obsesses over the things that haven’t been achieved. I make sure to count my blessings. There’s always something to be thankful for and I’m genuinely grateful to God for the gift of life. It’s easy to put yourself down after you realise that all the things you’ve wanted to achieve by a certain point in your life are yet to be. Continue reading “30 Things I’ve Learned In Thirty Years”
I hope this letter meets you well. We are approaching the very end of 2016 and I just want to let you know how the year went. Hmm, truth be told, 2016 really tore me to pieces. One event after another after another after another from the very onset of the year. Every time I thought things couldn’t get worse, they actually did. It seemed as though each time I had that thought, the universe would say ‘You want to try me and see?’ It was like it just wanted to show me how extreme things could be. And my country has not been left out either. Nigeria is in quite the shambolic state at the moment and this has affected a great number of things. But I’m not writing to talk about Nigeria. My whole life this year has been enough to create a script for a dramatic Nollywood movie. Continue reading “Dear 2017…”
I was sure people around could hear me crying. How could they not? I was practically wailing after all but I didn’t care. I didn’t bother to be quiet, nor did I make any attempt to muffle my sobs. My heart was heavy and I desperately needed a release but I couldn’t talk to anyone; they couldn’t possibly understand. I couldn’t pray as I was unable to find the perfect words to say to God that would convey what was in my heart. However, I knew my tears were a language, speaking things my lips would’ve never effectively expressed. Every sigh, every groan, every shudder was heavy with meaning. And I knew God understood. Continue reading “Life Is But A Journey”