“RACE AGAINST TIME”

My head is banging. I can hear my heart beat really fast. The energy completely drained from me, like an alien had zapped it while I was asleep at night! If only I could just lift a limb out of the bed, then maybe, just maybe, my energy would be restored. But I can’t even lift my eyelid…

I tried to drift back to sleep but sleep suddenly has ‘deserted’ me! With my eyes still shut, I do some deep soul-searching…Hmm. These feelings are all too familiar. But, why am I feeling this way? Could it be work? Hubby? Personal goals? My spiritual life? Kids? Debtors? Creditors?

Oh! Oh! Oh!…the tasks ahead of me! They are just too many things I need to do and complete by the end of today. I hate carrying work over to the next day…it’s just an endless vicious cycle. I can’t stand these feelings anymore…I need a permanent solution!

I’ve decided to prioritize my activities (this is so cliche! *eyes rolling) as time goes by. I’ll time every activity, I”ll even time my laughing! Putting my activities on a roll call doesn’t just cut it…Nah.

I can feel my energy seeping in slowly. Wow! The headache is all gone. My heartbeat suddenly back to normal.

So that was problem, TIME…My race against time…

I hope this good feeling last long enough for me to achieve my scheduled activities…well, lets keep our fingers crossed till the end of the day!

I LET EVENT RUN ITS COURSE

I LET EVENT RUN ITS COURSE

I heard the loud banter outside my room, but I chose to ignore. I knew the norm was to get up from my bed and ask what the matter was, but I still chose not. Let me just watch what the end result would be, I decided.
The noise grew louder… And louder. Then wails. It sounded like my last daughter. I should get up and ask, but no, I could hear my first son shouting, obviously at someone. His words where difficult to understand but I could make out that he was speaking rudely at someone. Ironically, I was pleased. He’s grown so much; he’s voice now deep; chest seemed broad, not to mention his ‘towering’ height. 

I knew he wouldn’t forget The Rules: No Beating Anyone or Fighting. You can shout as much as you want but thou shalt not raise thy hands. 

I’ve raised my kids well, especially they know to respect their elders, but never to be taken advantage of, bullied or disrespected. So deep inside of me, I sort of had the feeling of ‘Situation under Control’. 

I wasn’t surprised when I heard a loud knock on my door… I was long expecting, was surprised it hadn’t come sooner. Just as I had imagined it, my kids needed me to know what was going on. My little girl coming in with an exaggerated wail, holding her right knee. I couldn’t resist rolling my eyes in my head! My son, barging in with an obviously exaggerated scowl, hoping to get a 2 thumbs up for what he was about to tell me… and yes, I indulged him! Even before he began his statement, my thumbs were up… Sorry, I just couldn’t help it. 

I heard everything… Partly their fault, partly their Aunt’s fault. Well, what can I say, stuff happens. Maybe if Aunt had spoken gently, she wouldn’t need to have shoved my little girl violently, who fell in the process and hit her knee on the edge of the door. All in the bid to get her to have her bath. And her ‘Super-hero’ brother wouldn’t have shouted furiously at Aunt and told her a few hard words. *smacking my lips

I felt good knowing that my kids can stand up for themselves. I raise my kids to be respectful but not be afraid of anyone, so absolutely no apologies. Nada. 

For the rest of the morning, I couldn’t help but notice Aunt keep a reasonable distance from the kids. 

O, well… That’s life. 

Time to watch Zee world… Twist of Fate to be exact. 

MUCH ADO ABOUT THE PLASTIC RICE IN NIGERIA

MUCH ADO ABOUT THE PLASTIC RICE IN NIGERIA

Photo credit: NTA

Well, it turns out that the most publicised Plastic rice in Nigeria, isn’t even made of plastic but contaminated  with microorganisms above permissible limit. Making it therefore, unfit for human consumption. 

This is just as bad. Why do we hate each other so much? People who do this, that is import goods that destroy human lives, as far as I’m concerned are ‘Cannibals’…no difference between them and Clifford Orji! If given the chance, they would actually feed on human flesh. 

But can I totally blame these ‘Cannibals’? No, the government that is supposed to be protecting the masses have left them extremely vulnerable to situations such as this. A government that can’t provide the bare necessities of life! Why won’t countries such as China and India key into this vulnerability. They already know us for accepting ‘garbage’. 

Only God can and  will continue to save us! 

NAH! NO NEW YEAR   RESOLUTIONS FOR ME

NAH! NO NEW YEAR   RESOLUTIONS FOR ME

I’m sorry, but that’s just the honest truth. I’m not going to fool anyone by writing any resolutions…just so that I can give you guys something to read about. I won’t. 

It’s always going to be what it has always been and meant to be: 

  1. More Family, Less Work
  2. More God (I’ll have to stop ‘cheating’on Him)
  3. Keep keeping ‘unborn’ babies away…as the countdown to menopause TRULY begins
  4. That’s pretty much everything! 

So you see why I don’t need New Year resolutions…besides, they are really not new. 

HAPPY NEW YEAR PEEPS!