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Saturday, 24 October 2020

EVERYBODY HURTS




Hmmmmmmn.

We are still raw from the pains and destructions we witnessed this week. It hurts so much, way more than I can put into words. 

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I typed the paragraph above over an hour ago and I am still unable to put the words in my head into typing writing. So, I have decided to share with you my therapy, which gets me through everything life throws at me. MUSIC. Music, sweet tea and fresh flowers always make everything better and I would strongly recommend either or all of these three whenever you're feeling blue.

A particular song comes to mind today because the words, melody and everything about it are so soothing. It's "Everybody Hurts" by R.E.M. This song will most likely make you cry but you will feel better afterwards because you are not alone. We are all in this mess together and we will overcome together. 


The lyrics are below:

When your day is long
And the night
The night is yours alone
When you're sure you've had enough
Of this life
Well hang on
Don't let yourself go
'Cause everybody cries
And everybody hurts sometimes
Sometimes everything is wrong
Now it's time to sing along
When your day is night alone (hold on)
(Hold on) if you feel like letting go (hold on)
If you think you've had too much
Of this life
Well, hang on
'Cause everybody hurts
Take comfort in your friends
Everybody hurts
Don't throw your hand
Oh, no
Don't throw your hand
If you feel like you're alone
No, no, no, you're not alone
If you're on your own
In this life
The days and nights are… 



HANG ON AND STAY STRONG. πŸ’–πŸŒΉπŸŒΉπŸŒΉπŸŒΈπŸŒΈπŸŒΈπŸŒ»πŸŒ»πŸŒ»πŸŒΊπŸŒΊπŸŒΊπŸ’•


Friday, 23 October 2020

Kept Up By The Monsters They Created

This week has been one of the most trying weeks I've ever had to go through and trust me, I did not coin the user name @survivor17 without having really gone through some major stuff in life, but this week took the absolute biscuit. Between having three family medical near-crisis, the protests which eventually turned into an absolute nightmare and the president's awful speech last night, I think I was almost about done with everything.

Skipping the family medical near-crisis, while being EXTREMELY thankful for miracles as usual, I'll go straight to the protests and outcomes. 

I have not the words.

You see,  20-10-20 is the Black Tuesday we MUST NEVER forget in Nigeria and worldwide if we must be honest. What started as peaceful protests across the country in a bid to try to end or at least curb the insane police brutalities happening across the country especially in the Eastern and South western parts of the country, quickly spiralled into chaos and ended in sorrow, tears, pains, and blood.  πŸ’”πŸ’”πŸ’”πŸ˜’😒 

All most of us wanted was for peace to reign and for young people to be able to live without the fear of being snatched randomly and tortured by the same SARS (Special Anti-Robbery Squad) that should otherwise have been keeping us all safe. Alas, some unscrupulous elements in the society chose to have war, unrest, blood and all the horrors of hell instead. A bunch of unknown yet heavily armed soldiers went to the toll gate in Lekki (Lagos State) and opened fire on UNARMED citizens who sat there singing the anthem and waving their flags. It felt like a full horror movie was playing out right before our very eyes. Thank God a brave young lady called DJ Switch was on scene to share the horror to over a 100,000 of us all via her instagram live. 

I have not the accurate words to describe the horror I saw and heard that night but I'll try. There were absolutely terrified but BRAVE people singing the National Anthem with trembling voices and just the national cloth-flags to protect them, people bleeding out from gunshots wounds while wailing in raw pains as the weeping but unharmed tried to prise bullets out of them with rusty pliers sterilised with sachets of cheap alcohol, people taking their very last breaths right before our eyes, some injured being carried to safer distances with the hopes that ambulances would arrive in time to save them, and so many more that I  I shudder to relive now. I watched it all LIVE on instagram. Lord!

It was the stuff nightmares were made off, that Black Tuesday.

How could any sane human being, let alone an elected government have ordered a hit on its own citizen, even moreso harmless ones? It beggared belief and still does. I simply cannot wrap my head around it all. I was shaken to my very core and absolutely broken by what I witnessed. They didn't even let ambulances through to help the injured for hours, still they kept shooting at intervals till morning. It was horrific.

By the next morning, naturally tempers were flying all over the place and people came out really angry and started targeting certain establishments they felt were owned by the person they assumed was behind the attack. I mean they didn't just start attacking his supposed businesses but they were practically lured and goaded into doing so by some cowardly instigators who fed off the chaos. It felt like a scene out of a zombie movie as people came out in droves to destroy and burn properties of anyone with perceived affiliation with the government. 

The larger end result of this were miscreants and hoodlums (read this piece which I wrote SIX years ago) who had clearly had enough of the economic divide and situation in the country over time also joining in the melee and as such gave way to murder, arson, jail breaks, looting, destruction, sexual abuse, robbery, and every other evil you can think of. A lot of this occurred regardless of the curfew imposed by the governor of the state. People went stark raving mad and acted like monsters who had had a taste of rare human blood and longed for more. 

I couldn't stop crying for two days, couldn't eat, couldn't sleep. I was numb. How could this happen to our beloved nation despite all we have tried to do over the years to keep things on track and make them better?  πŸ˜°πŸ˜°πŸ˜­πŸ˜­πŸ˜­

I started to feel a bit better yesterday evening after I got two funny caricature videos. They cracked me up and I was glad I was able to laugh amidst the despair. This however only lasted for a short while until I saw a fresh video from that Black Tuesday night. It sent me spinning into near depression as I relived the horror afresh and broke out into a cold sweat while quelling panic attacks. 

You see the things about all I've written about is that it isn't even close to half of what I have been through this week at all but I will move on to the last bit which was the president's speech last night.

Per the speech, I absolutely do not have the heart nor words to fully describe the emotions that went through me before, during and after it. Oh wait, scratch that last bit, I know what I went through after it and it was a firm resolve not to wail in despair but to restrategize my outlook on life and a sweet sense of comical hysteria because if I had not chosen to find humour and laughter in my pains and anguish last night, I would have completely lost it.

So here I am, another night of being unable to sleep at all for fear of flashbacks from that Black Tuesday and absolutely frightening nightmares for when I do drift off. I keep wondering that if I feel as awful as I do now, how are those BRAVE ones who stood firm in the face of death feeling now? We all need counselling as a nation but that's another story for another day.

I want to say God bless Nigeria but even my tired is tired. πŸ˜“

I wish us all well and I pray the souls of the dead find the rest they require after they seek justice out. πŸ™πŸ™πŸ™

Keep being #AllHeartsAlways in all you do and where you find yourself. πŸ’–πŸ’–πŸ’–

 







Saturday, 10 October 2020

Enough Already #EndSARS




The revolution revelations over the past few days has weakened me mentally and I honestly don't know where or how it would all end. I have been crying randomly for the last two days and the tears just won't stop. 

I came on here to write and pour out my mind but seeing that my last post can't be so much different from what I'd come to write about made me more sad. I am tired of the injustice meted out to Nigerians daily. I am sick of it. I have been saying something must give and it seems the time is upon us at last, albeit at a grave cost. 

There has been ongoing protests all over the country for the past few days as thousands of Nigerian youths take to the streets calling for an end to SARS. Those who were created and paid to protect us have turned into killing machines over time. SARS (Special Anti-Robbery Squad) is a unit of the Nigerian Police Force created to covertly trace, track and arrest armed robbers but alas, they have completed deviated from their calling and moved on to carrying out highly nefarious and gross acts of irresponsibility at the detriment of the Nigerian youths. There are endless reports of them raping, harassing, killing and maiming people. They carry out raids and extort innocent citizens in the name of keeping peace. They target seemingly rich and young Nigerians especially those that use high-end phones, who have tattoos and/or dreadlocks, etc regardless of what these young ones actually do for a living in real life. Too many people have been killed or are still languishing in prisons as we speak because they fell victims to the raids carried out by this killer squad. 

Well, the youths have had enough and have taken to social media in protests and also to the streets all over the world. The hashtags #EndSARS #EndPoliceBrutality #EndSARSNow and #EndSARSProtests have been trending for days. We are tired and have had enough. No one (OLD AND YOUNG) is safe from these guys and almost everyone has a story to tell about their cruel acts, ether firsthand or by third-party experiences.

Unfortunately, the government has not said anything the people want to hear so the standoff continues. 
Already, a young student named Jimoh ISIAQ,  was shot dead by the Nigeria Police Force this afternoon in Ogbomosho. He was a victim of circumstance because pictures taken just before he was killed showed he was not with the protestors but was a mere bystander. The Nigerian Police fired live bullets at peaceful and unarmed protestors. 

I don't even have the right words now and the tears won't stop so I will stop here for now. I would appeal to those of you with the President on speed dial to call him and let him know how grave the situation is. This is not the time to be an ostrich and bury our heads in the sand hoping this would "fizzle" out. He needs to address the country, allay our fears and anger and #EndSars.

#EnoughIsEnough

Thursday, 4 June 2020

Who The Cap Fits







The past couple of weeks have been absolutely exhausting for me as a woman, even more so a black woman, as a citizen of Nigeria and as a human being as a whole. I have watched several videos and read several gut-wrenching stories of inhumane acts on fellow human beings especially women and they broke me. I have seen such cruel unfeeling racist attacks on blacks and the retaliations. I have read accounts of sordid rapes and the unthinking and absolutely mad defense of rapists by rape apologists that has made my blood boil as I literarily saw red in fury. I have tried not to let all the madness going on around me get to me mentally and that in itself is a day's job in one.




Bob Marley's lyrics in Who The Cap Fits keeps ringing in my head as I sadly realize that nothing has changed since the decades ago that he wrote that song. Truly, man to man is so unjust and it's hard to trust anyone these days. I look at my kids and I worry about them. I pray evil is forever far from them and while I thank God for giving me strong and sound kids who can hold their own, still I fret and worry. It does feel like the whole world has gone absolutely bonkers.



How do you deliberately jail an innocent person and go home to sleep peacefully? How do you lure a girl, lady or woman and violently rape them? Age is no barrier for these rapists as I have read of rape cases in the past week that involved females of all ages ranging between SIX MONTHS old to SEVENTY EIGHT years old!!!!!!!!!!! How does the tears of another, whether caused by you or caused by another, not move you one bit? How are you comfortable in the face of injustice, racism, pain and murder?

What has dulled the conscience of human beings and drained their milk of kindness?



I don't have all the answers to how to fix things and make the world right again. I can only do my part and if we all do our parts in our own corner of the world, perhaps, just perhaps the world can become bearable again. Do not ignore the things happening now, thinking they are far from you. the world is getting smaller and the internet has connected us all, one way or the other. Today it's them, tomorrow it could be you or your loved one. you are as complicit in your silence as are the perpetrators.


Do right by humanity.

Sunday, 24 May 2020

There's Hopeful And Then There's Archie



I had an appointment yesterday and was running late and rushing to get ready when a notification popped up on my phone. I went to Facebook to check it out and it turned out to be one of, if not the,  the most touching and inspiring videos I've ever come across.

A man walked into his session for American's Got Talent audition and blew everyone away with his story and his performance. You see, Archie Williams had been WRONGLY but DELIBERATELY imprisoned for 37 years in Louisiana, USA for a crime which he did not commit. In 1982, Archie was accused of attacking a woman and even though he insisted he was innocent with all evidences supporting his claim, he still went to prison for nearly four decades for it.

His is a painfully heartbreaking story of being a fall guy for a crime he was no where around when it happened. The fingerprints found at the scene of the crime did not match his at the time and THREE people testified that he was at home at the time of the crime but that did not matter to the judge or juror who sentenced to him to life imprisonment without parole, before he was freed in March 2019 thanks to the efforts of the Innocence Project, a non-profit organization that works to put end to wrongful convictions.

When the host of the show asked Archie how he coped with being locked up for almost 40 years, he replied saying  “I went to prison but I never let my mind go to prison.”

He further said that he would “pray and sing” during “dark times,” and would watch American Idol on television from prison, hoping that he could compete one day. How incredible it was to watch that day and dream come true for Archie as he delivered a powerful rendition of Sir Elton John and George Michael’s 'Don’t Let The Sun Go Down On Me', which all four judges praised glowingly.





I had goosebumps watching the entire video. His story moved me to tears as I felt all sorts of emotions course through me in  their entirety. I was so angry on his behalf for all the lost years and things he's missed out on, I was livid with the justice system, I was baffled at how God let it happen, I was sad for what he'd been through, I smiled through my tears as he performed with his whole heart and soul, I marveled at his strength and positivity which got him from 1982 to this point, I shuddered at the unspoken in-between stories he'd yet to tell and for those he can never speak about on his journey. Archie's story shredded me of all emotions and I tried to put myself in his shoes over the years but couldn't quite fathom it all. I wanted to hug him so bad and tell him it would be alright after all but his strength pushed through his performance and I felt like he knew that already.



One thing stuck out for me the most through this rollercoaster journey I embarked on for those nine minutes with Archie and the thousands of people in that hall with him. I realized that life can be cruel and unfair but it is still up to us not to give up or give in to the pressure. Never let the sun go down on you as you journey through life.

Just keep pushing through no matter what.

You will be alright, eventually.

Love......



Friday, 14 February 2020

Lovely day, Daily Love


Happy valentine's day. Before you fanatics have a fit on whether this day is for pagans or whatchamacallit, take a deep breath first.



Knowing how topsy-turvy the world has become when it comes to the amount of hate-crimes against humanity we read about everyday, I think it is just as well that we have an entire day on the calendar set aside to celebrate LOVE and LOVERS.

So please cut us some slack and allow people show and display their love for themselves.








Do have a special and beautiful valentine's day. Remember to love and show love every single day though.


Cheers.





Thursday, 13 February 2020

New Is New Whenever New!








Hellooooooooooooooooooooooooooo everyone, especially all ye faithful blog visitors of mine. :) I cannot believe it has been this long since I last posted on here. Sigh. *covers eyes in shame o*


Anyway, I'm here now and I wish you all a very splendid and prosperous new year. Yes, the new year starts whenever I say it does and I say it starts again now. There's no rule that states we have to be stuck in a rut for always.











Well, here's to new and beautiful changes in each of our lives. So much has happened to/with me in the past six months but the one thing I have taken away from it all is that life is too short so I MUST live! Not merely living but living right and living well.


Cheers to 2020!


I will do better with writing and blogging this year. :D

Wednesday, 16 October 2019

Clearing The Cobwebs Off






Helloooooooooooooo!!?????????????? Anybody home???????? Yoohooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!! πŸ‘»☺



*crickets chirping, cobwebs hanging* Na wa o! Someone cannot even play with you people and disappear for only ten months again? 😜😜😜

I'm kidding though but oh, how I have missed my blog, missed writing and missed reading/hearing/getting feedback from YOU, my dearest readers. Believe me when I say that I have thought about writing every single day since the last time I wrote here but I had just been unable to do so until this evening.


This year has been incredible in more ways than one, such that I do not even have the right word to aptly describe it. One thing I can say though is that it has been a helluva ride from January till date. I will be giving you the gist of it all over time and with pictures and stories for daysssssssssssss.






I remember tweeting a few days ago saying "I miss writing" and OOMF (One Of My Followers) retorted cheekily that I was "writing" even with that singular tweet! Well hey presto, how hard can dropping a line be amidst my busy schedule, right? So here I am, with so much more that those three words. 😎😎








I won't even make any promises or give y'all false hopes of hearing from me daily but I just want y'all to know that I am BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 🀸🀸🀸🀸🀸🀸🀸🀸





 

Saturday, 12 January 2019

Gimme Something Light....




Hello dearest blog visitors and readers and even my e-monitoring spirits😈😜, hope y'all had a wonderful week? I had a rather busy week and I'm presently hiding in my room (I'll explain why in a bit), lying in bed and writing while I summon up the will to exercise a bit.

I made a conscious decision to be more fit and be in better form this year. I had a bit of health issue towards the end of last year which made me ignore my physical form and the results are glaring on the lying scales I've been stepping on 😬😳 and my shrunken clothes. So I woke up this morning and started with water and lime juice to get my metabolism bubbly after which I made a healthy breakfast of beans and bbq fish (it's healthy in my head and body o). Let me add that I made the kids' breakfast of pancakes, sausage and syrup and did not even taste a bit of it as I was focused on my diet


Anyways, as I sat down to eat my healthy brekkie, I heard a small fizzy voice calling out my name in such an endearing manner. It was the chilled bottle of Pepsi in my fridge calling out for me seductively, Lord have mercy! 😩 I quickly polished off my brekkie and rushed to hide in my room. It was all I could do to resist Pepsi-Delilah-Dear

I got chatting with a friend who has been motivating me on my weight-loss journey (Journey??!! oh, who am I kidding, more like weight-Loss-Fantasy-Jog) and the conversation below ensued:





LOL. Ok, that was a really sad excuse NOT to go exercising and about the worst I've ever given unless you count the one I told my diet-partner two days ago when she told me the asun (spicy goat meat) meal I was having was not fitful worthy. I simply reminded her that goats eat grass and thus my asun was a sort of salad, no? #OkBye πŸ˜ΉπŸ˜ΉπŸ™ˆ

Jokes aside though, health is wealth and we must all ensure we endeavour to keep healthy and fit this year, come what may. Surround yourself with people that will encourage you on your quest for a better body/health. And reconvert all your exercise bicycles-turned-clotheshangers back to their original statuses as exercise bicycles!!!!!!!

Do enjoy your weekend. πŸ’—


Tuesday, 8 January 2019

For The Love Of Peppered Snails




I love snails so very much that I honestly cannot describe the intense satisfaction and joy I get when I am eating well prepared, tasty, delicious peppered snails. When I resided in the UK, I remember an old friend of mine visiting and telling me that all the snails in Lagos threw a party when they learnt I had relocated. πŸ˜‹πŸ˜‚πŸŒLOL Such was and still is my love for spicy peppered snails.


A few weeks ago, a couple of friends and I were hanging out at the home of one of us when all three of us suddenly craved peppered snails. We mulled, deliberated and dragged on it for about an hour but the craving was pretty intense and eventually we started narrowing down our options of locating the best peppered snails place within our proximity. We picked a "joint" based on recommendations and description and called an Uber to take us there. Thankfully, the Uber guy grew up in that neighbourhood and knew the peppered snail place and he even highly recommend it and took us there. After a few minutes, our order was ready and packed for us to take away.



We decided to stop in a nearby supermarket and get some drinks to go with the scrumptious peppered snails whose tantalising aroma had filled up the car. As my friend and I alighted from the cab and asked the lovely cabbie to wait behind for us to quickly purchase some drinks from the supermarket, she jokingly asked me what I would do if, upon our return, I found out that the cabbie had eaten our peppered snails!!! Say what now???!!!! I very nearly turned right back around to grab my pack of precious peppered snails but we carried on into the store. She kept coming up with crazy scenarios of returning to an empty pack of peppered snails and a satisfied cabbie who could claim he was hungry and couldn't resist the aroma that had engulfed his car. And perhaps he would say he didn't have money to replace my precious snails and we would have had to work out a payment plan!! AH!!! It was hilarious and frankly scary at the same time. I wondered if anyone would truly do that.

I was traumatised and I hurriedly paid for our goods and rushed back into the parking lot. Thankfully, I didn't have to create a scene (yes, I totally would have because I do not mess around with MY peppered snails) because the lovely cabbie was chilling and waiting for us, as were my peppered snails. HeheheheπŸ˜€πŸ˜€πŸ˜€





Imagine my shock this morning when I logged on to Twitter and read about the story of a food vendor who sent an order of peppered gizzard to a customer via a dispatch rider. The *&$£! dispatch rider ATE all FOUR pieces of peppered gizzard that he was meant to deliver to a client who had ordered and paid for them! I don't care what sort of problems he must have been having that day, he had absolutely no right to have done that. 


While some people are saying that the poor guy was probably hungry or broke or whatchamacallit, methinks he is just very very badly behaved. He could have found other means to satisfy his "hunger" than to jeopardise the vendor's business that way. So because he could not control his longthroat, he has now put someone's business at risk while leaving a most likely hungry and irate customer hanging. 


We cannot keep justifying bad behaviours such as this and labelling them as "poverty mentality, suffering, hungry, etc". I have watched in utter dismay and horror, grown-ups scrambling in a hostile manner at parties for souvenirs. If you don't get that umbrella, matches or gift bowl to show you attended a function, will you die? How have we become so comfortable with such mannerless behaviours while defending such with excuses such as country hard?

Let's call a spade a spade and endeavour to do better for our own good and the good of the world entirely. 

Enjoy your day.