Showing posts with label About Me. Show all posts
Showing posts with label About Me. Show all posts

Saturday, 22 October 2011

Over to the Other Side

No one ever said it would be easy. No one said it would be fun all the time, or even most of the time. But what they do say is that when it's good it's really good. Or "he who laughs last laughs loudest". And "What's yours will not pass you by". Well, I'm anxiously awaiting the "good". Anticipating the "laughter". And waiting to receive "what's mine". 

Got to say that this waiting part is no fun. Things I used to get excited about are starting to dwindle out of my minds eye. I'm trying my hardest to keep my expectations high. I can see myself slowly, slowly settling for less than what is mine. This is due to disappointment after disappointment. What's a girl to do?

Where there's hope, there's life. I've got a little bit of hope left inside me (somewhere). 

Anyways, during my morning devotion this morning (Friday 21st October 2011), I felt like God spoke to me. Kinda felt like "oh, so You can hear my heart's cry then Lord". Cheeky, I know, but one thing I've learned about God is that He's mine. So He can handle me (my cheek included). I was reading UCB Word For Today and the title for todays Word was Getting to the Other Side. Realising that that's all I'm really trying to do, my ears tweaked a bit. I sat to attention and curiously read on.

Mark 4:35
That day when evening came, He said to His disciples, "Let us go over to the other side."

This happened just before Jesus calmed the storm.

...And a great windstorm arose, and the waves beat into the boat, so that it was already filling (Mark 4:35-37).

The Word for Today reads (and I quote word for word):

'The devil doesn't want you to get through this storm and reach the other side.' 

(And don't I know it.)

'He doesn't mind you going to church, singing in the choir or serving on the board;'

(This sounds like me right now.)

'he just doesn't want you to reach your God-ordained destiny.'

(Ain't that something. That crafty devil.)

'But (shame on you devil! There's a BUT!) what's waiting for you on the other side is worth everything you're going through at the moment.'

(These words spoke right to my heart. Thank You Lord!)

'You are up against a formidable opponent who knows God has a plan for your life. But (there's that word again devil) he cannot sink the man or woman who has Jesus on board with them, who prays and stays close to Him...'

Well, that was a wonderful reminder earlier, and it's just as invigorating reading it again now.

Needed to encourage myself today, and thought while I was at it, I'd encourage someone else. 

Hope you're encouraged (if you needed it).

Be inspired with confidence. ;)

xoxox

P.S. I then remembered this song by Michelle Williams. The lyrics are so fitting for how I feel/felt. You'll find your Purpose in Your Storm. ;)



Monday, 10 October 2011

The Versatile Blogger Award



Oh me, oh my! I've just been given the versatile blogger award by the lovely Coy~Introvert, a fellow blogger with a very good blog herself. If you don't know, you better get to know and get to checking out her blog! You won't be disappointed. ;)

Thank you for giving me my very first award!!! Mwah! xxx

With awards comes responsibility o! To whom much is given, much is required. Lol.

The Rules:
1. Thank the person who gave you the award and link back to them in your post.
2. Share 7 things about yourself
3. Pass this award along to 15 recently discovered blogs and let them know about it.

Now, seven things about moi (*sigh* wish I did my previous post after this post, then I would only have to find three more things to write, rather than having to think of seven more things. Never mind :D).

Here we go yo! (Lol)

1.  I'm the first of many - the first born of five siblings, first grandchild on my dad's side, first in my generation to have a child (who is the first grandchild/nephew of both sides of his family - Wow!). Feel kinda privileged now. :)))

2. I'm a night person. I do my best work at night. When others are winding up their day, I'm just getting started. Lolol. Mornings can be a bit of a drag for me.

3. I recently developed a habit of crunching ice. Need to go the doctors about this because I heard it could be a sign of iron deficiency. That's not a good look!

4. I can't ride a bike. :(

5. I can't swim. (**double :( **)

6. I love to sing. I enjoy belting out a full blown ballad in my kitchen while I'm cooking and cleaning. Some of my faves are: Golden by Chrisette Michele, Ijoba Orun by Lara George, Listen by Beyonce, Tell Me What You Want Me To Do by Tevin Campbell, just to name a few. ;)

7. I love doing property search. I love going on websites like rightmove.co.uk and browsing through the properties on there. Type in Knightsbridge and enjoy the views. ;) Lol.

Okey dokey! Now for the fun part!

I would like to award the following bloggers with The Versatile Blogger Award:

Coy~Introvert (Yes o! I'm awarding it back you! xx)
Destiny (When it rains it pours! Lol. xx)
Unveiling Gold (I've just seen your latest post. Lol).
Dammy Jewel (I've just seen your latest post too. Lol).

I honestly feel like I've just completed a piece of coursework! No be small ting!

Thanks again Coy~Introvert for this award. xoxox

Now I have to let all y'all know I've awarded this to ya. Lol.

Good night peeps. 

xoxo

Wednesday, 28 September 2011

10 Really Random Things About Me

I was tagged by the lovely Mstizzle of mstizzle's voice. Thanks girlfriend!

Here are 10 Really Random Things About Me. Hope you find this interesting...

10. When I was little (about 8 or 9) I used to always pretend the world was a stage - literally, so I'd act things out. One day my mum caught me "talking" to myself at church (I was acting out a scene on my own as usual) and we had words. Never did it again! Weird, I know.

 

9. I've been told I don't walk, I float. (This was meant to be a compliment, but I took it the wrong way the first time I heard it). I can assure you I'm human! Hahaha!








8. I get really bad pms! It's really bad, I can go from nice to "evacuate the area" mode in 0.01 seconds. o_O Please pray for my husband.







7. I hate football, but not because of football itself, but how it reduces big grown men to moosh. It's just a game!!! Yeah I said it! What?! (Lol)







6. My favourite colour is green. Olive green to be exact.

5. I'm terrible at keeping in touch by phone (unless you're on email, facebook, bbm, and/or now blogger). I'm working on it! Lol.


4. Growing up I only wanted boys as kids because I wanted to be the queen AND the only princess in my house. But I now have a step-daughter, so poof goes that dream. Hahaha!




3. When I was a teen I wanted coloured contact lenses so bad that I tried so hard to fail my eye test at the opticians only to pass with flying colours. Shame! 




2. I trained my body never to fart in public, to the point that my body just won't do it. I heard a story of a man (or woman, can't remember right now), who spontaneously combusted. Since then I've been trying to undo years of training, now believing it's better out than in, but my body just won't do it. Smh.



1. I love the rain. I love the sound and smell of the air when it's raining. And I love going outside just after it's stopped raining. I hate being out in the rain without a brolly though. Lol.





Hope you found that interesting or funny at the least. Don't worry, I won't be offended if you thought "weirdo". Haha!

Now I'm tagging:

Destiny @Home is where the heart is
Myne Whitman
N.I.L. (Where are you??? I'm experiencing withdrawal symptoms :( )
MrsNewlyWed  (Um, where are you as well??? Can't access your blog. Hope all is well.xx)
KitKat (I don't know if you've already done this tag. Forgive me if you have and I haven't read/seen it.xx)
9jaFOODie
@ilola
Chic Therapy
MsJB
Dayor

And of course anyone who wants to do this tag. I would love to know some really random things about you all too. :)))

Tag you're it!!!

Thanks again mstizzle for tagging me. xx

Blog you again soon.

xoxo

(Disclaimer: All images taken from google images.)

Sunday, 28 August 2011

I want the REAL thing!!!!

Excuse my dramatics but I want my real wedding!!!!

I want Mr T (hubby) to hurry up and get his visa and get over here quick quick!!

I wanna be able to seriously plan my wedding, like booking the venue, putting my deposit down and know that part is sorted!!! (I already know the venue I want so no need to hunt around for that :))) )

I wanna go wedding dress shopping with my mum and sisters! (Mummy is a very influential woman, and I may end up picking her choice rather than my own. Lol).

I wanna choose and book my caterer, photographer, vidoegrapher, DJ, live band, and all that good stuff!

I wanna do the whole cake tasting thing with Mr T, mum and my sisters!

I wanna go ring shopping with Mr T!

I wanna seriously choose the theme and colour scheme for the wedding! (I've picked several since he proposed).

I wanna plan our honeymoon!!! (Hawaii!!!)

I wanna go clothes shopping for my honeymoon!!!

And shoes!!! Oh the shoes!!! (**Shaking with excitement in my chair**)

I wanna say my vows!!! Real vows in the presence of God and man!! (With the Pastor as the officient - not a registrar - surrounded by our loved ones).

I wanna dance like I've never danced before (Mr T reckons he's gonna out-dance me, just because I tend to be shy at dancing in front of other peoples - he has no idea. I go thrash him on that day! Lol!)

Oh! *big, big, big sigh* I just wanna have my REAL wedding!!!

:)


I know I'm being so dramatic. But I had to put it all out there. Lol.

Looking forward to all of the above and more. I should probably reduce the amount of time I spend on sites like Bella Naija (are those weddings for real??? Too much money!!!) and Essence online's Bridal Bliss (some seriously gorgeous weddings featured).

Laters.

xo

Monday, 22 August 2011

If I Could DO It Again...

I was just at N.I.L's blog, reading some of her earlier posts and I came across a post she titled COULD have; SHOULD have; WOULD have........?! This post got me thinking mehn.


Remember when you were young and bright eyed? When the world was truly your oyster? Then slowly, slowly, with life and the help of the influential people in your life, your dreams were crushed. You became more and more inhibited, then eventually you settled for less than your dream.

Not that I'm saying this is the case for everyone, but I'm sure many can relate. When I was young I used to dream of being an actress. I was really good in drama too. When it came time to choose my GCSE's I knew exactly what I wanted to pick. I had it all figured. Drama, Art, French, and English (Literature and Language) were my favourites. Well, it wasn't to be. My parents weren't having none of it! They insisted I would take Double Science (I detested science beyond words). They didn't want to hear me out about art. "Eh? Art? What is art? Is that what we sent you to school to do? To be drawing with crayon?". "Drama ke? Kini drama? Mscheww!" (Lol).

I was also very good at sports. I was a natural at tennis and was fast improving in athletics. I used to do the high jump and 200 meters for my team on sports day. The high jump was a total surprise to me and my P.E. teacher.  I loved it and she pushed me as far as she could. But again, my parents didn't want to know. My dad had the mentality that he hadn't suffered all he'd suffered to bring his wife over here, settle his family here, for his children to just be playing yeye sports. It was science! And that was that.

So unfortunately, my Olympic and Oscar dreams were squashed before they could even take off.

So as you can guess, I did the Double Science. Managed to get a grade C (which I consider a major achievement considering how much I hated it). I managed to persuade them to let me take French GCSE. I then went on to do Biology, Chemistry and English Literature (thank God for small mercies - LOL!) as A-levels. After doing Biology and Chemistry for a year, I just couldn't take it anymore. I wrote a letter to my mum telling her just how much I hated these subjects and that I was not going to continue with them in my second year. She didn't take it very well. But I stuck to my guns (well sort of). I ended up taking Psychology and Sociology in their place, with some hope of still pleasing my parents with some sort of doctorate at the eventual end.

After the fiasco with me, my parents had an epiphany and decided to let my siblings choose for themselves (under their advisement of course). Well, at least those that came after me didn't have to suffer the same fate as me I guess.

While I was thinking about my "shoulda, coulda, woulda's" I thought of how many things I loved and dreamed of doing then. I thought of how important the role of a parent is in shaping their child's life.

If only...I do sit and wonder sometimes where I would be today if my parents actually noticed my gifts as a child. Where would I be today? My story could have been so different. Yeah I said it. It could have been so different. *big sigh*.

Anyway, life goes on. I'm not doing bad considering and some things I still wish to pursue (sorry, neither the Olympic nor Oscar dreams shall be resurrecting themselves - lol). But there are other things that I can and still will pursue. Like French for example.

Now I watch my son and I'm so impressed by him. Perhaps my own experience has served (if nothing else) as a lesson in recognizing, nurturing and cultivating gifts in my own children. He is truly gifted in art and he's a whiz at maths. We recently discovered he's really good at football too. That came out of nowhere, a bit like the high jump did for me in secondary school.

I'm not bitter towards my parents (although I was for a very long time). I now accept that they did what they thought was best. I'm very pleased to see that they've somewhat learned their own lessons through it too. One of the things that tickles me now is that my dad is so eager to encourage my son in the area of sports. Namely tennis and golf (I'm trying hard not to think it has anything to do with the Williams sisters and Tiger Woods. LOL!). They also both notice my son's gifts and talents and really make a fuss over him because of them (makes my heart smile).

Well, I thank God I'm still here and I still have dreams to fulfill all the same.

With that said, parents, notice your children's gifts and nurture and cultivate them. Help them to point their arrows in the right direction. That's what we're all here for.

Stay blessed.

xoxo

Tuesday, 26 July 2011

The Case of the Horrible Ex - One Man's Trash is Another Man's Treasure!

*****WARNING! VERY LONG POST*****

I said would never do this, but just feel I need to get this out! So here it is...



Let's back track a little shall we...I was with my son's father for about 10 years (on and off). We had little man five years into the relationship. We met back in college, and I was the one that was too forward. I had talked to my friend about him so much that she decided to go tell him, and I did nothing to stop her. If not for my son, I would curse that day, but God has been good.

Anyways, we were together on and off for a while, and I supported him through a lot. And as remember it, he offered no support to me at all. Can't remember a single time.

Back in 2006, we decided to give things one final go. As far as I knew, everything was going great. In the time we were together he got a decent job and I was ecstatic as it meant I would finally have some financial support from him, right? Wrong! Flash forward a little to Easter period 2007, my family were going to Naija for my cousin's wedding. I thought it was the perfect opportunity for him to see my country and meet my extended family (I don't know why I thought that because he'd shown very little appreciation for my family that he had met so far).

He decided to come, so I was surprised when I asked him for some of our son's ticket money, that he was reluctant. It was like I was begging him. So I didn't dare ask for money for our son's immunisation. That would have been pushing it. 

Anyways, we went to Naija and I noticed a change in him whilst we were there, but I shrugged it off for the most part. We got into a few arguments, but nothing major. 

We came back to London and he was still acting strange. I couldn't figure him out. A couple of days after we'd been back we had a biggish argument, played it cool whilst his family came round. I cooked for everyone, they all ate, then left. Then he told me it was over. I can see it now, but didn't see it coming at the time.

Anyway, I made a fool of myself, trying to reason with him, trying to fully understand what I'd done. He said I was too aggressive and argumentative. He called me all sorts of names, including a gold-digger - because I'd invited him to Naija and then expected him to have to put his money down. So he expected me to foot the bill for everything?! N.B. I only asked him for money towards little man's ticket, today, in my right sense, I would expect him to pay for all three of us! Imagine! LOL!

 He was adamant that God had told him that I was not the one for him (this was the second time he'd said such, previously he came back and said he'd missed God). God I thank You for revealing this to the one that was ready to receive this word! He said he needed to leave me to have a closer walk with God because I was a hindrance of some sort (so I no be God's child too abi?) He was going to do God's work and I wasn't in the equation.

This guy had done so much to break me down. During that relationship I lost so much confidence, I just disappeared. I was a shell of my former self. During our relationship we had both become born again and joined a church. He used every opportunity to try to control me with the Word of God. Not allowing Holy Spirit to do His work in me. He was God's mouth-piece, His right -hand man, the deliverer of God's will! Smh. He even once told me that God told him I wasn't his wife (we were engaged at this point), and God had showed him who his wife was (a fellow church member, who knew nothing of this revelation by the way). Oh the things I could tell you. The things I allowed myself to be subjected to. One of the things that irks me now is that this guy was so smooth in everything he did to oppress me. He appeared to be such a gentle guy who wouldn't hurt a fly (yeah, he didn't hurt a fly, it was me he was slowly destroying). He would generally speak softly and anything he said was a matter of fact. He had a scripture to back up everything. He knew the bible back to front. And my disagreement was me being argumentative and aggressive. Smh!

[Kai! Flash back! I remember when I was in labour (Chineke God!) and he told me to stop pulling faces as I looked ugly. Kai!!!! I don suffered o!!!! Heiiii!! That's how low my confidence was, I didn't even respond in anger. If na today a for don knock him out with one GBOSA!! Mscheeeewww!]

Smh.

I would like to say he just left or I just evicted him, but I didn't. He had to find a place to live so I gave him a four week notice period. The hardest four weeks of my life! The atmosphere in my home was so unbearable. When it came to week three and I could see him making no attempts to move (dude was taking my kindness for a weakness) I set him straight and reminded him of the date (angrily of course) and warned him that if he wasn't gone by said date, he would find all his belongings outside!!!

He got the message and left on the agreed date.

I just dey look am. I cried to my God, prayed to my God, was mad at my God, the pain was too much at times. I questioned my God, fought with my God, distanced myself in anger from my God. Man, I went through the motions. I experienced every emotion. Would even cry in my sleep! I mean wake up with dry tears on my face. Then one day I said "God, let Your will be done!" That's when God showed up. (If I knew it was that easy, I could have saved myself a whole lot of tears. Lol).

Ok, flash forward four plus years since then, he's moved in with his girlfriend, got her pregnant, and then married her (yes, in that order, shocking for a man who left to walk so close to God don't ya think? Hmmm.)

Anyway, I changed. Those who knew me before the ex, said, I had returned to being the Buki they knew back in the day. Those that had only met whilst I was with him said I had changed! (Cue J.Hudd, ~I Am Changing!~ Lol). That's when I realised how oppressed I had been. 

My family was elated!!! I had my fire back! I was alive again! 

Ok, so, my wonderment tonight is this, my ex and I have been apart for four plus years now, and apparently both moved on. But I cannot understand his issue with me. He is constantly angry when dealing with me, to the point that all our communication is still by text. He has told me on numerous occasions that he can't stand me (ok, who really cares oh "man of God"?) and he's not my friend (I've long realised that now). For someone who didn't want anything to do with me, moved on, and should be happily married there's just too much anger.

Is it because he thought I would never get up from the crumpled state he left me in? Could it be that he can't take the glare of my widely spread wings? Could it be that he thought he'd finished me off to the point that no other would ever see anything in me?

Oh well! If God isn't finished with you, no man can finish you! There is light after dark. Though weeping may endure for a night, joy comes in the morning!

Yesterday I sent him a text letting him know enough was enough, there was just no need for all this animosity. It had to end. His response? Unfortunately, it wasn't a surprise. Same old same old. So I'll just leave it there and let God deal with him. He is after all His child.

I'm not going to pretend that I was like "whatever, I'm over you" because for a while I really wasn't. I was just hurt. But eventually, the hurt turned to anger, then to hatred, then indifference, until now, when I can honestly say I've dealt with it. I'm good.

So many good things have happened to me since that relationship ended. No lie! I've bought my own home, renovated it (still a work in progress though ;)), studied to do what I'm passionate about (wedding planning :D), and I'm a much, much better mum!!!

Don't know why I went there, but I did. My message to anyone going through anything remotely similar, just know that this too shall pass. You will smile again, be yourself again, love again.

Not that the answer is in a new relationship. Not necessarily. It's in relying on God! Turning to Him and surrendering to Him. I'm just so grateful to God that He's shown me another way. Showing me that I'm lovable. I'm mostly grateful to God for removing me from such a destructive relationship. Honestly, had it not happened the way it did, I may very well still blindly be in that relationship. If a man (or woman) is done with you, God can provide a better (correct) one! The bottom line is God knows best, and He will never throw you away! As long as there's life in you, be sure to know that He still has things in store for you!

The past four years have been a revelation of God's love for me!

Don't let anybody finish you!!!


Good night (oops, it's morning now lol) and God bless.

xx


Wednesday, 20 July 2011

Random Post

Hi guys, hope all is well with you.

It's 5:56am, I'm due to get up and prepare for work in less than an hour, so I figured, no point in trying to sleep now. Might as well blog. I've been reading other blogs since about 4:30am. Some interesting blogs.

Got me thinking...

I've been blogging now since March and I'm still not sure what direction to take my blog. I don't want to be too rigid, but I kinda feel like I'm all over the place at the moment. (#Shrugs shoulders). I hope it becomes a coherent blog eventually.

A thought just came to me. I had better enjoy this free time now whilst I'm alone. When hubby joins me I may be too tired to blog spontaneously (if you know what I mean #winks).

I can't wait to take some leave off work! My son breaks up from school for the summer in just a couple of days. Which means some time off work for me too. Yay! I usually take the first week or two of his summer hols off, then the last two weeks, so we can enjoy. Expect more blogging from me during this time (I hope - we'll see how that pans out).

Oh and I have to declutter my home as soon as I get the chance. I have unfiled mail all over the gaff! Not to mention clusters of unwanted things here and there. That's the first thing I must do as soon as I can. I may start this weekend and see how far I get before I go back to work. I keep storing things with the hope of putting things on ebay or gumtree. I'm yet to put a single thing up for sale. I eventually get fed up and then just bundle everything to the nearest charity shop. Smh.

In the weight loss department, it's like I've just taken 10 steps backwards. SMH! I was on a roll for a while, but in the last 6 or so weeks, I've managed to gain 7lbs. 7lbs!!!! That's half a stone! So the last few days, I've had to make a conscious effort to watch what I eat. I've gone back to salads for lunch. Every day! Today is weigh in day, so I'm going to blog more about it tonight! Can't believe I've gained half a stone. :(

Anyhoo, time to get up and pray and get ready for the day.

Blog you later.

xx

Thursday, 16 June 2011

My Natural Hair Journey

First of all, sorry it's been a while. Things have been crazy busy with me of late - I promise to update later. :)

Where do I even begin with this one?

I had already started to write this post some weeks ago, but kept putting it off. I stumbled across a post about natural hair just this week and I just felt I should just put this up. What struck me more than anything was the apparent division between those with natural hair and those with either weaves or relaxed hair. To say that I was shocked would be an understatement. I was just hurt. I couldn't believe how we as a people had pitched ourselves against each other over HAIR!!!! Of all the things in the world. God have mercy!!!!

As for me, I decided to stop relaxing my hair in August 2009. I transitioned for a while (trying my hardest to salvage the length), but to my surprise (or maybe not) my hair broke. I mean just broke off like I had taken a pair of scissors to the front of my hair and just chopped. It was a mess and so was I. I reluctantly went to the salon and was trying to negotiate with the stylist, to see if she could work a miracle - you know the kind where a girl walks into a salon and says make me look like this - pulls out a picture of Beyonce and she doesn't even have enough hair to do canerows to attach the weave to it. Yes, that kind of miracle. 

After begging and pleading with the stylist, she wore me down to submission. I had to cut it all off. I was so saddened. Knowing I wasn't pleased, she tried to make it look as pretty as she could. My hair (well, the back of it) was just past shoulder length when I walked into the salon. I left with about 2 inches of length. She tried to straighten it with a straightening iron (you know, to give it more length, lol). I left the salon and headed home (to my parent's). 

Every time I passed a reflective surface I'd take a quick glimpse and look away just as quickly. Maybe if I didn't look it wouldn't be true. I was a natural babe, whether I liked it or not. When I got home my sister opened the door. She was shocked and she screamed in excitement. I burst into to tears (I had held it in all the way from the salon). My mum and my sister both ooooh'd and aaaaaah'd over my hair. After much encouragement I pulled myself together and started to think I AM NOT MY HAIR! Lol.

SO to cut a long story short, I started this journey with much reluctance. I entered natural-dom kicking and screaming. I then decided to look up YouTube to see what I could do to it and how to maintain it. 

I've never really been someone who wanted to be natural, I was perfectly happy with my relaxed hair. But, coming up to August 2009 my hair just started to feel strange. It's like I already knew it was going to break. I  tried to look after it, treating it, not manipulating it too much, but despite all my efforts it still broke off. I could have cut it all off and started all over again with the relaxer, but I thought I would try and give this natural hair thing a go. PLUS, I have a young friend and sister in the Lord, who's been growing her natural hair for some years, who has been encouraging me. Her natural hair is almost waist length when straightened. Oh how I long for length like that. For the first nine months I hid my hair under either a wig, a weave or single plaits. Once I had some length, I decided to experiment and be bold and just leave it out.

The turning point for me was when a colleague of mine (an Asian guy) asked me what was up with my hair. To add insult to injury, he added "you look like Sideshow Bob" (think the crazy clown in the Simpson's). I had to pull this dude to the side and educate him a little about black hair. I told him, "for your information, this is my hair as it grows from the roots from my head". He didn't apologise, he just said he never knew and that he'd seen me with so many different types of styles he always thought my hair was what it appeared to be. That's when the light went on! Other people don't know what we really look like. I mean for real.

Now, please don't think I started a crusade or anything, but something did change in me from that conversation. I couldn't be mad, I had to realise that for the most part I'd been in hiding. I'm not saying we should all go and stop relaxing our hair by any means. Believe you me, there's been times I've wanted to grab some of that "creamy crack" and have an easier life. But I won't until I at least am completely comfortable with what I see when I look in the mirror. The way I see it, I've been programmed to see myself in a particular light for the longest time (my hair was first relaxed when I was six years old - so let's just say from the age of six). All this time my eyes have been trained to see me with long flowing hair that moves with the wind. Now for the first time I was seeing me the way God made me. And surprisingly, I didn't like it!!! But not because it wasn't beautiful, but because my eyes had been trained to see it as NOT beautiful.


I DO wear weaves, extensions, and braids!!!! I still like to do so and will continue to do so!!! However, I now also love to wear my natural hair out for the most part. I've gotten used to the "look" of it and appreciate it. I know and recognise that it's just hair. The hair is not even the issue, the issue for me is that I want to see me the whole me and like what I see.

HOWEVER, this is not a reason for us (black people) to war!!!!! It's just hair! A person's reason for being either natural, weaved, or relaxed are exactly that - PERSONAL. I personally would never preach to anyone or try to convince them to go natural because the thing that shocked me the most is how much work is involved in looking after natural hair. I now know and fully appreciate why my mum decided to relax my hair at such a young age (not that I would do the same with my own daughter though).
What else will we find to use to divide ourselves I wonder? Like I said, God have mercy!

Sunday, 29 May 2011

In My Bag

Thank you Naija Mum in London for tagging me. My very first tag. Yay!

Ok here it goes...
My bag, nothing fancy, just an oldie from Top Shop

 The contents of my bag

In technicolour (haha)

My bag contents (ok, I admit, some crappy bits were removed - too shameful).

From left to right top to bottom:
Pens: Somehow one goes missing and then reappears, so I try to keep two pens in my bag.
Keys: I don't know why I have that Tesco's club key tag, I've NEVER used it.
Makeup bag: I rarely retouch my makeup - just my lipgloss, but my makeup bag seems to get fuller and fuller.
Wallet: Full of receipts!
Oyster card
BB Phone Case: Sorry, I used my phone to take these pictures. Need to get a new camera!
Umbrella: A black woman living in London should NEVER leave home without one! No matter how sunny it is outside. Trust me - no lol-ing at all.
Hair brush: My hair is natural so I rarely need to use my brush. My hair doesn't move! Haha!
Business cards: To hand out to potential clients and vendors - such a nice feeling. ;)
IPod: "If you don't have an IPod, well, you don't have an IPod" LOL!
Antibacterial Hand Gel: Don't leave home without it!
Bottle of Water
Hand Cream: I want a solution to dry hands! Removing rings to cream my hand is so h-annoying, and I get worried I might drop my engagement ring and it'll roll and fall in a drain. GOD FORBID!!!
Sunglasses case: I'm like you Naija Mum, just one peep from the sun! Lol.
Chewing Gum
Pocket Tissues
Small Diary: I've learned to write very small as I can't be asked with big heavy organisers. But all that's about to change now. I have to get one. :(
Small Notebook: For jotting things down. This will also be replaced by the soon to be purchased organizer.
Envelope: Enclosed is a copy of my tenancy agreement from back in 2003 (thank God I kept it), which I need to send to Thames Water to prove I've not lived at "another" address since then. Can you believe they want to charge me over £3000 for a property I've not lived in since 2001??!! What a blinking cheek! Abeg, return to sender!
Book: FabJob Guide to Become A Wedding Planner. My second bible. Lol.

Hope that was insightful for you guys. I actually enjoyed doing that. Thanks again Naija Mum for tagging me.

Now I'm tagging:

Kitkat (I know you've already been tagged, but please amuse me)
Myne Whitman (same as Kitkat, again please amuse me. And, so glad you're feeling better)
9ja Foodie (again, as above. I only have 12 Followers, 13 including myself. Lol!)

Ok, anyone that wants to do this tag should most definitely do so because it's fun!

Happy Sunday Everyone! Now, time for Church.

xx

Friday, 25 March 2011

My intro...

Hello there,

My name is Buki. I'm a thirty-something mum of one, engaged and at a crossroads in my life. Been wanting to blog for the longest time, and tonight at 11:14pm, I decided to take the plunge. I'm interested in so many different things, sometimes it's hard to put my thoughts in order, but I will do my best.

I'm a Nigerian British, and yes in that order because I was born in Nigeria and came over to England at the age of six. I'm a Christian and my spiritual life is very important to me. I have a gorgeous son who is nothing but an absolute blessing and a treasure to me. I'm a working mum aspiring to break free from being an employee to being my own boss. Oh yes I can!

I enjoy a whole bunch of things, from fashion to writing (hence this blog), to traveling (I use that term very loosely), to movies, to just socializing with family and friends.

What to expect from this blog? Well, I'm thirties and at times trying to figure out what to do now or next. So I'll be blogging about anything to do with just that...I'm thirty-something now, so what do I do? Lol.

I really hope we both enjoy this blogging experience. I say we both because I really hope I blog enough to be considered a blogger. Hahaha.

See you again soon (I hope). ;)