Everything & Anything

 My last post was May 12, 2019. Wow. Wow. And again, Wow. I haven’t written anything in three years. Except you count my WhatsApp responses to other people’s posts I think must be answered - people tend to say the darndest things and expect you to just accept it.  Social media has become a platform for social reform and most often not for the better - fact and fiction, gems and drivel are merged to form a warped “truth” spewed out with conviction and not many bother to check what’s what. Intellectual slothfulness and an absence of social responsibility? What’s that got to do with me writing? Nothing, lol. Just meandering - I am writing as I think, which means I jump back and forth between topics like a jumping jelly bean! Back to why I haven’t been writing. It’s not writer’s block in that I was trying to write but couldn’t, but more like I did not want to. Let me explain - my writing was always a function of my emotional state, and that state has been, well, let’s just use the Naija “g

My last post was almost three years ago. No, it's not because I am dead, thank God. I have just been taken over by life. Let us say I have been dealing with different "life's curveballs" and a total "blogging block" resulting from a shut down of emotions from dealing with them! Last year, my family said goodbye to a brother - he was easily and without question the best of us. The traits of niceness and kindness God bestowed upon him made me feel that He had spent extra time during Deji's creation. To say we miss him would be making light of the enormity of the size of the hole his departure created in our lives. It is difficult to recover from the curveball of the death of a loved one. Marriage is tough, no? I bet many "marrieds" have asked themselves at least once if the institution isn't overrated. It's like a rollercoaster ride where the riders THINK they're securely strapped in and even when the rides turn you upside down or

I have not blogged in over three months. Why not? Hmmm, let's see...could it be "bloggers' block"? Naija wahala - trying to figure out survival strategies in this comatose economy? Juggling with different roles I need to play? A reluctance to write or an inability to express my true feelings? I'd really would like to be able to say it is mostly due to a combination of those factors. However, if I am to be honest, it is mostly due to LAZINESS - of my mind, my brain and especially, my hands!! Not that the other factors don't exist; they do, but not as reason enough to not blog. I have many thoughts in my head that I want to blog about (more like "want to rant about", LOL!! And why am I even here, thinking of posting something, however inane? Well, I was at a get together over the weekend and sat at a table with a few interesting characters. We all had a good time, chatting and complaining about the state of our beloved nation. Soon, i

I hear you - what is she talking about now? Phytoestrogens ke? She don come again o! Hear me out. Phytoestrogens are, simply put, estrogen found in plants. Yeah, since when did plants have hormones? Apparently they do. How did I find out? I've always had polycystic ovaries - a condition where the ovaries have multiple immature cysts at any point in time. This condition lends to hormonal imbalances, infertility and weight issues. When a woman ovulates, the egg grows within a cyst (of sorts) and the egg is released when it is mature by the rupturing of the cyst/encasement. Sometimes, the cyst/encasement doesn't rupture for a variety of reasons - one of which is an imbalance of hormones. For the reproductive cycle, there is always one hormone decreasing in levels for another to increase in levels (or vice-versa) in order for one thing or the other to occur. This imbalance can be caused by any of many reasons - stress, illness, medication, food. And it is about the food I

Sacrifices are difficult, especially when it involves giving up something or someone, or passing up opportunities to do something you have always wanted. But I guess one has to believe that it is for the greater good, for a larger benefit, for an even better opportunity.  I have to keep telling myself that, in order to stick to the "sacrificial rules" I have made for myself. I wonder if it will be worth it though - each time I give up a chance to do something I would normally like to do. I wonder if the benefit will be greater than the sacrifice I have made. Those I make for my children, I make without hesitation, without any expectation of a future or greater benefit or opportunity - at least not for myself. These sacrifices I make with joy, without hesitation, hardship or sorrow. But those I make either because I need to prove a point in order to gain a better opportunity or benefit, or teach someone a much needed lesson or, in the hope that maybe a particular

Usually, on my birthday, I switch off my phone. Yes. No calls, no texts, no BBMs, Whatsapps or whatever instant messaging service that's in use. No emails. NOTHING. I am cut off from the world for the better part of a day. I do not go online either. Usually. For the past twelve odd years, that I have done. And on at least seven of my last birthdays, I have been "away" - mostly by design. It is not that I do not celebrate my birthdays - I do - but not in the conventional way. I don't do cakes - I remember my then two-year old daughter looking around the dining area and living room and asking "Mummy, where is your birthday?" and me telling her that it was "birthday cake" and that Mummy didn't do birthday cakes. She gave me a measured stare, the only way a two-year old can, and told me in a very stern voice "Mummy, when it's MY birthday, you MUST do cake, okay?" and marched back upstairs with what I swear was a shake of her head,