From Playroom to Bedroom

"Uncle muhammad, uncle muhammad is here"! kafiat exclaims leaving the plates she was washing rushing towards  him with a knowing smile .
"Kafiat, how are you today, hope you have been a good girl," muhammad asks after a brief hug.
"Yes uncle, so what did you bring for us."
"You know Ramadan will soon end, and you promised me a dress.
"of course I did, you will soon have as many dresses as you'd like" uncle responds
 Ehen, Ha! Plenty dress,I will always pray for you, Allah will make you big.
"Amen! Are your parents at home, I want to speak to them
"Yes uncle..just go in"  returning to  wash the plates she forgot in her excitement.

You see, muhammad isn't really her uncle, he lives in the neighbourhood,  but isn't that what we call people older than us ?

well back to my story

Charity begins at. ...The Soup Kitchen

I'm writing on my first major charity volunteering with soup kitchen's team.

We played host to the children of Makoko community in Yaba, lagos state.

There was food and there was food! I thought we wouldn't have kids  come seeing  as we started somewhat later than we wanted.

But Lawd have mercy!!! We were swamped!

The whole scene made me weep ( observe the tense)  for the future of these kids, will they make it out of this slum? seeing as our government would rather pass bills to make  child marriage legal than  make ones that will enable kids such as this child (picture below)have a shot at a good future.

 

Will he be  amongst those whose story would give drake's "started from the bottom now we here" the intended meaning  ...I sincerely hope so.

On your mark. ...Set....Go!!

I know this topic has been talked about so many times but need I remind you that you haven't read it here, so it's still News!

For those who visit my space from other continent asides Africa ( guess I've earned my bragging rights) you might not have heard or seen but the traffic hawkers do make the long hours in traffic bearable. What with the gala, ice cream,coconut chip to mention a few, we just sit and probably have dinner made of plantain chips and soft drink

However, not  all the  hawkers sell "munchables"  and  this gets me worried if really they have something to show for the long hours in  traffic.  I didn't need to interview one as I  got to witness first  hand their frustration.

The world is a mirror

The world is a mirror
Irrespective of colour
The actions of men transcend in their act of terror
Time and continent seem minor.

The world is a mirror
Look and pray tell what you see
Bloodshed, mayhem and assault
Time and continent seem minor.

The world is a mirror
Man's act of kindness gives me hope
That the world can be redeemed
Time and continent really does seem minor.

My First Attempt....

The first time I put my pen to paper was when a friend asked me to try writing a book.I was scared, took me days to summon my muse( Charlie) to think up something.

Maybe I did a darn good job or maybe not....the "Koko of the matter"( main thing) is I did..

All Hail the "Customer"

In business , the phrase “customer is king “ is used so often that I wonder if really, there is a kingdom– I think it is the magic word that tips the scale of balance. Well….

I swear down, there are some jobs I'll "never" go for even if the money is right. E.g customer agent for any telecommunication

“Choosy me”...You say

Apparently, I thought so myself, but the powers that be insists we (Engineers) attend to customer complaint sent in by calling the customers to confirm and inquire about the said complaint.

Now my dilemma!!…who does this! Apparently, only this company does.

Life in many Phrases and Stages; Memories in Collages and Frames

This is everything I haven't done..though been toying with the idea of quitting my job( emphasis on toying)....I could start listing all the things I would want to do, maybe someday all the stuffs in my bucket list will be checked!! I would have to ask Tabitha( anyone remember passion?)...
 This post isn't going to go the usual way...  me trying to empower you, nah.....I haven't got my Dr Phil scrub on.
I will mention some of the things I did that kinda went the wrong way.. who cares!! right?
here goes...

All We Have is Now

Every good thing springs from a thought

      Never try too hard to connect the dot....

         As life is but a breath

              Given out of love not regret...

Don't Let Me Go

I'm walking on cloud nine
Basking in your warm embrace
If I ever hit the ground
I will hit it running
As my eyes will be set solely on this one thing
To run back  into your arms

Else.......

I will be left alone to pine

Musing of a Random Lagos Bus Hopper

As much as I hear complaints about the state of buses in Lagos, it has become a fun thing I do. so I would implore everyone who has a car to experience what the "other half" go through, well..before you feel too self important, I would like to remind you, how you used to get on these buses you loathe now..

I was in a bus going home after the hard labor at work and the driver made it the highlight of my boring day, I got to the bus stop and the scene played out like this

"Ajah market!!!...wole pelu #200"..the conductor who is an old man shouted.
Thankful that I got a bus, hurried in before I  would spend eternity getting a bus.going my way. I am certain that all the bus drivers held a meeting to only go half way: mainly Jakande/Chevron
"Your side"...the conductor told the driver, the conductor forgot to settle the Agbero" waiting at the bus stop.
"Abi o ya were, O so ara e" the agbero made a move to take out something of worth inside the bus
" Ode ni e"  I wo oloshi; shey  iru ise yi lo le fi le fun awon omo e, emi baba mi lo ko mi ni ise yi"the driver retorted

Did you get all that? oh well, the job of translating  isn't so fancy but would try it do that we can all be on the same page

"Ajah market...enter with your #200" the conductor who is an old man shouted
Thankful that I got a bus, hurried in before I would spend eternity getting a bus going my way. I am certain that all the bus drivers held a meeting to only go half way: Jakande/Chevron
"Your side"( meaning the driver should drive out)the conductor forgot to settle the Agbero"( guys who collect money from conductors for every trip they go) waiting at the bustop.
" Are you mad? you had better be careful" the agbero made a move to take out something of worth inside the bus
" you are stupid" you are crazy. can you pass on this kind of work to your children in future? my father taught me this job".the driver retorted

I think I did a great job.


Mehn....I couldn't just contain myself, I thought I was the only one, we all cracked up...after all the ruckus, we calmed down and had a debate about it....i mean me and the other passengers inside the bus

like really, strangers bonding.... it sure was a deal breaker for me...and a beginning for more of this.
Taking out my blog bible and placing my right hand on it, I say.
I, Nancy hereby solemnly swear to always take the bus, I promise to take a writing pad with me when I do so I can write and capture the moments.