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Day 2…….Mindfulness

 The continuous state of being completely aware of one’s self Who you are? What you have access to, within and without…. Your emotions….. Why you feel a certain way and what led to you feeling that way….. What triggers different moods you express….. What energies operate around and within you….. Mindfulness is simply awareness How do we develop mindfulness?  Through meditation; Most of us are scared of sitting in silence with ourselves and getting to know ourselves through inward communications Meditation helps us achieve this It helps us silence the noisy and distractions around so we can be able to listen and hear inner self communicate clearly with us This is not juju or magic Try sitting alone with eyes closed and absolutely no thoughts on your mind, then take deep inward and outward breaths Do this for 20 minutes everyday  and see how mindful you become Why is mindfulness important?? When you become mindful, you know your true essence, you no longer chase but attract every good th

Day 1…..#gettingbackmygirl

 This is strictly an exercise to get my muse back I miss writing so much it feels like I’ve lost a limb So this is me strictly going on a 30 day or less challenge to get my girl back.  So help me God.  There’s going to be a structure to maintain consistency. Everyday I’ll delve into a topic, either lightly or extensively. Today let’s start with Boundaries……. A very popular word but also popularly misconstrued  Boundaries are not only a clear cut demarcation to publicly make known, one’s personal space but also check to what goes in one’s personal space.  Boundaries are not only physical but also mental, emotional, financial, spiritual, etc. Because of the recent acceptance of free spiritedness, open mindedness and liberality, most people have forgotten the essence of boundaries. In creating boundaries, where do we start?  We start from our essence Who am I?  If you can’t answer that yet, then start with Who am I not?  This will be the foundation of carving a space for your essence and,

Nimi caused our first fight

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Oh Nimi!!! Don't stop...... Harder, please  With a smirk of satisfaction on my face  Those were the phrases and the expression that led to our first real quarrel after one year of living together somewhat peacefully, if I do say so myself.  I can't tell which is funnier...the fact that I was in total denial of saying those words in the first place or the point where I remembered and found myself saying, "it's not what you think..... I can explain" while laughing.  Laughing at an angry man that felt betrayed and taken for granted by his lovely wife wasn't cool at all.  Babe, who is Nimi?  I'm not joking oh. Who is Nimi?  I can't believe you're cheating on me.  I just can't, that's why I need an explanation.  Who is Nimi?  He interrogated....  I eventually put myself together and explained what truly happened but he wasn't buying it. The problem is, I wasn't selling it either; it was simply the truth.  Oya lemme tell you what happened

Me and my Vice

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I feel bad sometimes, for my husband. Oh yeah, I have a husband now. He's the outgoing type while I'll rather just sit at home or hangout in really weird places with my small circle. Most times I want to follow him out because with marriage comes compromise but he'll rather I stay home and be me because he knows I'll not be comfortable and it will turn out to be an early night.  Another thing about the times I go out is, I don't drink, I don't smoke, I hardly like the playlist and it's just too loud in there, as for dancing, I can't dance unless I'm tipsy or I'm indoors with close friends. So you see how pathetic my case is??? Then there's everyone asking why I'm not taking alcohol, if it's because I'm a good church girl, so I take one bottle of something soft which they seldom have or I ask for red wine, even though it takes a lot of time to finish too.  You might be tempted to think I'm such a boring person. Well, maybe not.

My thoughts on Zikora

Simply put The journey of a woman's life; From being born of a woman  To bearing your own children.  There is a little on men, career, bad decisions, communication and it's effect on the woman's life.  There is also a war between Choosing one's self and settling for less.  I can't wrap my head around why  Kwame blocked Zikora completely from his life.  Was it because she kept the baby or  Because she made the decision independently.  This seems to be the case of the intent of the act being more severe and damaging than the act itself.  This has to be one of those questions whose answers one never gets to find.  Love, Deedee 

How do things fall apart?

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Things Fall Apart is a Nigerian classic novel written by the late legendary Chinua Achebe.  One of the many things that stood out for me was Chinua being fed up of strangers and ignoramus' writing our stories. He wanted the story, for once, to be told and heard from the horse's mouth. And if I do say so myself, he did a great job.  I love that Chinua was able to portray the Igbo man in black skin as, not just some primitive being who had no clue about systems and governance and what-not, but as an organized people who had a way of doing things; we call it culture.  He was able to outline; * how disputes were settled  * how sickle cell disease was managed with local treatment * how we entertained ourselves through sports; wrestling  * our festivals  * how chores were designated for each member of the family  * Story time under the moonlight * time with family where values were taught via tortoise stories  * traditional marriage, scratch that, marriage...we got married traditiona

Lunch breaks and blind dates

It's been ages since I've gone on a date or worn makeup or taken pictures  It's been ages since I've had a reason to smirk  talk less of smile It's been ages since I've done anything crazy, out-of-the-ordinary, anything "me" My head has just been buried in work, covered with deadlines, and queries to respond to, and attempts to going back to being jobless.  Then Tracey  Tracey won't let me be with the blind dates. this time it's with her IJGB cousin.  I said No.  Then she said, "You sound tired, I prepared KKF (plantain porridge) with half-ripe plantain".  This was and will always be my all time fav. So this time,  I said Yes.  .  .  .  I like my food served with aesthetics and steam (as e dey hot)  Tracey knew that too.  I came.  I ate.  was about to leave...  When Charles walked in.  I only knew he was tall.  I didn't notice the color of his skin, his eyes, his dentition or his tone (Bari or bass)  He was forward though  .  .  .