stories&nuggets

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.

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 

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

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  .  .  .

 I never saw myself as the victim, never.  .  .  .  I've been thinking of which content to post for the past two weeks, not out of lack of content but because I've not had time to arrange the numerous things in my head.  Well, I'm not about to start with my excuses, the year is too early for that. So let's just skip to the topic for the day.  So, I'm lying on my bed and going through Instagram when I see a picture of my "almost one-night-stand". I examine his body and it's so fine.  Then I remember how we were friends in camp. Two boys and a girl (me). I wondered how they (the boys) must have agreed to share me in their head. Who must have decided to go first.  You know the stories they tell us about camp na.....  Whatever happens in camp, stays in camp.  Married women go there to get loose.  Guys go there for sex sprees and orgies.  And lots more.  But here I was, being friends with two guys who I knew wanted to sleep with me eventually.  I was seriou

  I just feel I need to explain.  There was no writers block or anything tragic.  There was just a crazy ass, draining 8-5. Talk about means to an end.  I came back exhausted almost everyday.  And there were other extra curricula activities.  Funny enough, I had a lot to write about.  I even had a journal which I documented on every other day.  But Fam, no time to enter internet.  So, I apologize.  I've not quit my job yet, but I will soon do so.  Because I didn't come to this life to suffer like that.  And I miss blogging.  Funny thing is, in the middle of all this stress, I met the love of my life, got engaged and we are already planning the ceremony.  I'm going to be a godmother soon too.  Can't wait to meet Mateo.  I didn't travel last December because of corona even though I saved up, plus I didn't get a break at work. In fact, I officially started the new year this past Monday.  I finally wrote down the details of my plans for the year et al.  My dear, pla

More often than not, family isn't bloodline and friends are closer than brothers Love is found far from home and home is everywhere but the place you lay your head and you once shared with your siblings So the search shouldn't be in the box called family name, rather outside the box, outside the house The search should be everywhere your feet thread or the search shouldn't even be Just treat everyone like you share the surname Adam There and then, love unveils herself Acceptance, in the form of open arms, a shoulder to cry on, a token when in need, shows itself without you working to earn it In a nutshell,  Your family may not love and accept you as you yearn for but  There's more than family in friends and loved ones around you Accept the love they give and give back One day, maybe your family will come around, or not  But you'll be fine with no hard feelings Life will be good Life will go on Las las, everything go dey alright   XOXO Love, Deedee