Saturday, October 11, 2014

In a different life...


He knew that this day would come. They had discussed it countless times, yet it seemed now that none of all that rehearsal prepared him for the pain that was searing through his heart. She had promised to find his eyes amongst the congregation and pitch a smile his way, just to let him know that she remembered his pain, and was feeling the same too. But her eyes were all lit up and focused only on the man who held her into a warm embrace…and kissed her...with such tenderness.

The congregation cheered as the priest announced the newly married couple. But he didn’t clap; instead he stretched out slightly, so she could catch his eyes, and smile at him. She didn’t. She didn't...and the palpitations in his heart seemed to drown out everything else, as the stark reality of the events unfolding finally struck hard. His hand found its way involuntarily to clutch at the dulling ache in his chest. 

“Are you ok dear?” His own wife who stood next to him, enquired with concern.

He stifled the wretched lump in his throat, dropped his hand and lied, “Yes…yes love. I’m fine.”

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Edit:
HD's question: Why is he waiting for a smile?

Image Source: Etsy

Monday, September 29, 2014

14 for 14: Faithless....and Dew.....






Some days, i find it extremely difficult to believe any of it.

When you consider from a rational,
or moderately sensible point of view,
It fails to make much sense.
(But then, what really is the alternative?)

This whole idea of Faith.
Sometimes all it appears to be is a weak crutch,
Cozy tales to make journies easier to bear.
(Like a flickering light to appease the soul through darkness.)

Most days I'd stutter if i tried to explain it.
And the lame'est faithless would crush my feeble apologetic,
to the corner of a tiny defenseless whisper:
(I don't know, I just believe it...somehow)

And whilst some days the best I can do is to keep trudging along,
Muttering my own faithless tired song,
Yet faithfully so, in my seeming faithlessness.
(So Faithless still, there it remains perched, unyielding)

Like an unending glisten of Dew,
Like one certain unyielding nutter of a blogger,
Who talks about apples and crosses,
(One fine crystal droplet at a time, unrelentless, faithful.)

Some days...

Swimming in winter audio: John Piper.

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Intro: The 14-for-14 challange by Janyl. (Click here to familiarize yourelf with the '14 for 14 challenge'). I recently accepted this challenge to go on a quest searching for new blogs...with the bull-headed conviction that all creativty is not lost within the nig-blogsphere. And also desperate to prove that, contrary to recently popular opinion, not all of the new blog pages are uninteresting (to put it mildly). This is my ninth post into that journey.

Thursday, September 18, 2014

Please leave your accents in the office car parks on fridays.


I went out for a karaoke party with a bunch of unfamiliar friends, and everybody spoke with an accent.
Problem was...everybody in that room was Nigerian,
and the minimum age that any of these people had relocated was at the very least, fifteen.

So i watched, alternating between amusement, to bewilderment, to a tinge of irritation,
wondering why Nigerians were faking foreign accents to Nigerian friends,
As one over-dressed female would speak to her male partner - with a twang,
and the boyfriend/husband would reply her in like manner, also chewing on his tongue,
then her female friend would cackle in a fit of OMG's, before carrying on the banter.

I thought to myself, like seriously?
Even the men have time for this iranu?!
So there i was wondering if this was a very unusual East London Nigerian community thing,
or if i had been completely out of the loop of social etiquettes amongst Nigerians living abroad?

Oh, i love the Nigerian gift of being able to swing accents as required,
and how easily we're able to fake it to blend in.
I think it's a charming skill...and i've had a few indian friends enviously agree.

I think it is of particular benefit in the office environment, or the multinational social settings.
But i'll never for the life of me understand what happened in that Karaoke bar that night.
Who anybody was trying to impress,
If i had missed out on the memo to come and act stupid,
or if i just dreamt up the whole disgrace amongst grown-up folks.

I conluded that there are three types of Nigerians living abroad.
These Karaoke bar bunch, who don't have the common sense to leave the accents behind when meeting up with Nigerian mates,
The late bloomers who think that everywhere is Isale Eko - the types that give everybody a headache when they are taking a phone call on public transport,
And the sensible ones somewhere in between.

I think that...

There is something about a Nigerian girl's unapologetic accent and laughter that is just absolutely fantastic. One of the reasons i listen to Tosin Bucknor's radio show on a random thursday morning.


Photo credit: www.josenavarronyc.com

P.S: I agree, the word verification thing is annoying, so yes, i'll turn it off for a while and see how that works.

Sunday, September 7, 2014

The law of "don't waste your f**king time".

Don't waste your fxxking time on someone who don't deserve your fxxking time.



Life is really that simple. Infact, this is a noble saying, and it is worthy of full acceptance. Please go ahead and retweet.

It is of mild importance the back story of how this revelation besotted my mind...whilst lazy hands soothed an itchy butt-crack at 11pm on a simple evening.

What does it matter, about anthesis, rational judgment or basis of proof. Afterall it sounded briefly ethereal,  hallowed and does it not validate your own angst too? So...yes please, go ahead and Facebook too.

So unto us a law of the universe is born. As before our very eyes, one hapless fool will receive a scarthy text messsge, as courstey is abandoned to the altar of my fine sounding revelation.

Life really is that simple. And thus is my generation of "social intelligence". You may go ahead and Instagram too.

I really really am trying to be less of a sarcastic hot-head but i promise, social media is really not helping my cause.

Photo source: retromorrow.com

Saturday, August 30, 2014

14 for 14: Pack your bags and just go...with Wanderlust #Lara.


I think you should look out the window more often. 



Find a good picture window that gives you an unrestricted view, and throw aside the blinds or curtains. The higher up your vantage point, the better. On a sunny saturday morning, or a gentle wednesday night...lean your elbows against the window sill, drop your chin into your cupped wrists and allow your mind fleeter away...just like #Lara.

I reckon the idea sounds natural for the typical starry-eyed wanderlusts. If otherwise, you might maybe ask, 'Now what'?

Indulge the stillness for a moment and wonder where you would rather be right now. A friend of mine spent his summer lounging away on the beaches of Mexico with an easy cocktail in hand. So i've been daydreaming lately of getting lost in a Mexican folk festival. Ah....with the local Mariachi band and their women dancing away in those vibrant escaramuza colors.
Photo Source: Wiki

 The question now is, where would you rather be right now...even if just for a day or few?

Don't quickly discard the thought as idealistic or unrealistic, listing the twenty hurdles that easily seperate us from our window sill and that dreamy horizon. If you're anything like me, the older I get, the more real the hustle becomes. There are only a million and ten things that drive me crazy every single day but this post is not about entertaining those annoyances. I think that there are challenges for every living creatures - some more than others. And i think this is particurlarly so, if you happen to be bucketed into a certain category known as 'Nigerian'. But that is a different discussion altogether.

So, my soul begs for life outside of the usual struggle. To wake up in the morning somewhere different and walk a different route that isn't into nine-to-five traffic throng. To think, but not about the bills,  deadlines, and the usual survival needs. To take a break from life, in order to live life. And I thoroughly appreciate that life cannot be a holiday every day. But sometimes, somedays, my soul begs me to just pack my bags and literally just go away. And i'm wondering if there aren't many like myself...

Walking away from that window sill and coming back to real life is the sensible question of:

'How and why should i want to indulge this idea of taking a frequent break from #life'?

Lara's blog is one of my favourite Nigerian travel enthusisat's blog, and it kind of point you in the right direcction in answering some of those questions. For the simple reason, that it doesn't portrat a glossy Thomas cook holiday brochure to entice your already groaning bank account. Instead, she keeps it simple and suggests you to almost, #Keep calm, be Nigerian and Travel.

So, taking a cue from Labyrinths of Lahrah: A Nigerian travel and photography enthusiast's blog,

Here are my own simple reasons for packing up my bags ever so often:
  •  I think it's important not to get drowned in life's hustle.
  • I think it's healthy to take time out away from the noise and just #be.
  • Time-out gives me a fresh breath of direction.
  • Time-out helps me remember the few things that really matter.
  • Travelling enlightens me and gives the impression that i'm learned ;)
  • Time-out envigorates my spiritual life.
  • Travelling expands your network easily.

Here are also my own simple tips on how to make it happen:
  • I maintain a direct debit saving account for indulging my wanderlusts.
  • I used an airline credit card to rack up air-miles on everyday shopping (every little helps).
  • I frequently idle away on trip advisor to feed my lusts and get sensible traveller's tips.
  • When i can't afford an international travel, i take a local break.
  • I cut costs sometimes by lounging at a friend's place when I travel.
  • Don't travel alone. Build experiences with someone special.
  • Travel safe - it's a crazy world these days.
  • Have a good camera and maintain a physical travel photo album.
  • A video camera is also very useful to relive those experiences when i'm back home on a rainty tuesday evening. 
 I think that there is something beautific about letting your feet loose and getting lost amidst a throng of foreigners. Becoming a stranger and being fascinated all over again by the sounds of your own real dialect, and being known in a brand new sort of way.

I've only tried to sum up experiences that Lara tells better all over her blog. So, all that said, my 14-for-14 for this month, is...naturally re-introducing you to Lara's blog over here.

If Lara's blog were a book, i'd title it as 'the girl who looked out of the window'.

Have a fantastic day all...and thanks for stopping by.


*I have not properly edited this, so excuse my errors*


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Intro: The 14-for-14 challange by Janyl. (Click here to familiarize yourelf with the '14 for 14 challenge'). I recently accepted this challenge to go on a quest searching for brand new blogs...with the bull-headed conviction that all creativty is not lost within the nigeria-blogsphere. And also desperate to prove that, contrary to recently popular opinion, not all of the new blog pages are uninteresting (to put it mildly). This is my eighth post into that journey.

Thursday, August 7, 2014

Edelweiss....Bless my homeland forever....


Edelweiss, Edelweiss....

That song randomly popped up on my playlist....and I've had it on reply all night.

Quoting a quick wiki to jig my fading 'sound of music memories'...

"The song was Captain von Trapp's subliminal goodbye to his beloved homeland, using the flower as a symbol of his loyalty to Austria."

In the same vein, I find that it captures that sad moment where the love for 'home' starts to slowly slip out of your affections as the saddening reality of things finally dawns on you.


Every morning you greet me
Small and white clean and bright
You look happy to meet me
Blossom of snow may you bloom and grow
Bloom and grow forever
Edelweiss,Edelweiss

Bless my homeland forever.
 
Indeed, bless my homeland forever....

P.s....I've been rubbish with comments lately. Please bear with me.

Wednesday, July 30, 2014

14 for 14: A Leibster's anatomy of a T.Note

Cee has graciously nominated me for the Liebster blog award, and YNC has demanded that i pick this up and divulge some potentially sensitive information about myself. Thanks guys.
I'll just go ahead and highlight my own blog as my blog review for this month's 14 for 14 challenge.

So here goes...
 
1.Real Name?
T.Notes

2.Who is T.Notes?
No different from every other blogger who has ignorantly decided to strip naked and bare soul and private opinion on the public streets of the world.wide.web. I write, not because i have figured anything out but purely in a bid to make sense of my own existence and this fine puzzlement aka life.
 
3.What do you do?
Outside of these pages, I'm the next big headed person earnestly pushing through the 9-to-5 (more like9-to-9) drudgery in a desperate bid to own just one bite-size piece of the proverbial big apple. I work as something of a number cruncher in Finance.

4.What kind of music are you into?
I'm all about the Jazz! Paris cafe, Bepop, Flamenco, Smooth vocals, Dave Koz, Latin jazz. A perfect night for me is tapping away with a live Swing & Big Band in a Blues rock lounge - Bliss. I often start and end my day with my Jazz radio app. It's 1:30am right now, and Connie Evingson & The Hot Club of Swedon are strumming some instrumental justice to 'If I had you'. Get in!!!

5.What's one of the scariest things you've ever done?
I have chronicled my journies herein of quitting a reasonably cozy job at home to chase after discontentments in a different country. Admittedly, it's not a new idea, this bold move among young people these days...but it's often not said enough how scary the whole ordeal is. If you don't have a financial cushion to fall back on, and you go straight in with honest intentions to slug things out legitimately by yourself - with nothing else except whispy dreams on your sleeves and a prayer on your lips....it's a tough adventure. But yes, i would do it all over again.

6.What do you do for fun?
I daydream of retiring at 40 with a cozy retirement fund in the bank and a striving business that keeps passion alive and discontentment at bay. In the interim, I love to travel and get lost among a throng of strangers, new cultures and the delightful music of indecipherable foreign languages...along the cobbled streets of venice or the sandy dirt cliffs of  Santorini....Air miles and Avios points are a man's best friend.

7.What was your life like growing up?
Gosh I grew up as a frightfully naughty brat. The thought of some of things i got up to are cringy. Let's just say i grew up as a very happy and restless child...and...let's leave it like that ;)

8.Do you like to plan things out in detail or spontaneous?
You honestly don't want to see my spreadsheet of life. I'm a sucker for details. I am extremely ambitious, constantly making and reviewing goals. I have a timeline for everything and take great joy in buying a new diary every December. But if I've learnt anything at all,  it's how all my best laid plans fall to pieces when I'm not hammering on heaven's doors for help.

9.Who in your life has influenced you the most? How did they do it?
That would certainly be J. She keeps me in check,  curbs my excesses and is my all round voice of reason. How does she do it? I don't know......

10.What's your favorite joke?
Haha, These Wowo Boyz have been cracking me up lately!
Here's one of my favourite ones for your viewing pleasure.


11.If you could try out any job for a day, what would you like to try?
I think it'd be interesting to live inside GEJ's fedora hat for a day...and complete the experience with the impeccable Dame P. as my first lady. I think it would be...priceless to know the thoughts behind that characteristic 'thoughtful' presidential pose.


11.If someone asked you to give them a random piece of advice, what would you say?
Try God.

12.Describe your blog with a phrase.
It's not that serious.

13.Conclusion
If you visit T.Note's blog here and i'm certain you'd also agree that at the end of the day, paraphrasing the timeless craft of Nothing Hill...

I'm also just a blog, standing in front of another blog....


 
Have a fantastic day all...and thanks for stopping by.

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Intro: The 14-for-14 challange by Janyl. (Click here to familiarize yourelf with the '14 for 14 challenge'). I recently accepted this challenge to go on a quest searching for brand new blogs...with the bull-headed conviction that all creativty is not lost within the nigeria-blogsphere. And also desperate to prove that, contrary to recently popular opinion, not all of the new blog pages are uninteresting (to put it mildly). This is my seventh post into that journey.