It’s been a minute. 😊
How have you been? I am okay. Trying to stay afloat and make this money😀. It is a jungle out here.
So,I have been worrying over a lot of things lately,yea, I know worrying does no one any good. I am trying to work on not worrying or fretting over things so much. One major thing I tend to worry about is my kids,how am I doing with them? Am I doing enough? Am I creating great enough memories for them?
I like to think of this space as my respite,somewhere I sometimes just want to sound off,somewhere I can bare my mind or just rant without necessarily feeling like I am ‘revealing too much’ or anything like that. It is funny how I am a private person but I can chit chat or hold a conversation with almost anybody for hours( except I just absolutely do not want to). Writing on here is usually not planned per se but I am trying to get some sort of structure and order to my writing🙈🙊 Am I saying this too often?😀
Earlier this month was Nicole’s 9th birthday😀Yipeee! She had been singing in my ear how she looks so forward to being 9 as she would now be pre teen(Don’t even ask me how 9years is preteen😒) However,her 10th birthday is the one she says we must throw a party for,I am just looking at her somehow especially since she made me promise to start saving towards her 10th birthday😂😂😂.
Anyway,our 9th birthday was on a Thursday,she was still writing exams and her school has a policy that ensures pupils can only celebrate birthdays on Fridays regardless of what day of the week it falls.
On Wednesday night,we talked about the birthday and I asked her what she wanted. She said she would like party packs for her friends and a size 10 or 12 cake😨 I told her I had no plans for cake this birthday,at least not right now. She sighed and said she somehow guessed so but she would have liked to have cake. I felt somewhat bad so I asked
It is mothering Sunday and I think it is a good time to talk about this woman,the phenomenal woman I call “mummy”.
My mother is one of the best things in my life,actually both my parents are😀 but today,I’ll just talk about my mum. Iya ni iya mi! My mother is a mother indeed.
My mum is that person who will give and give not caring whether those she is giving to appreciate it or not. I remember one time,I asked her ” why do you do so much for people who do not even deserve or appreciate it?” And she always answers ” you should do things for people regardless of whether they remember to say thank you or even turn around to hurt you. Do it and let God see your heart,do it without expecting anything in return.”
My mum is a selfless person,she cares and loves deeply. I remember how in 2010,all our lives were turned upside down. We lost Inosi,my immediate older brother,it was February 14th,I watched my mother
Been a little while! I have been trying to make this money. 😀It is no excuse though as I tell myself everyday,” Yetunde! You need to be more consistent with your writing,you can’t just be going on and off and having long spells of ‘dryness’ . I honestly am trying to stay consistent. Part of the reason I need an accountability partner 😊.
So,these few days,I am realizing that being a mum can be life changing,sometimes,I think I have a hang of it,at other times,I feel out of sorts and wonder if I am doing a good job.
Some days back,I had an interesting conversation with my daughter,Nicole.
One of the best things that probably ever happened to me was reading one book ” The Five Love Languages For Singles” by Gary Chapman, a renowned Marriage Counselor ,Author and Pastor.
Before I read the book,I had never really thought about people having a certain way they like to be shown love or a certain way they express love to others. Reading the book opened my mind and eyes to the fact that people love,show love and express love in different ways. It got me thinking about all the people I know and how consciously or unconsciously they express love or the lack of it to me and others.
The book identified the 5 long languages as follows; Quality Time, Words of Affirmation, Physical Touch, Acts of Service and Receiving Gifts. It established that these were the 5 main ways people expressed and received love,it also went ahead to say it was possible for a person to be ‘bilingual’ or have a primary and secondary love language. This made sense.
However, today,
A Facebook friend recently made a post asking women how their bodies have changed after going through pregnancy and giving birth. I chuckled when I saw the post as I have been meaning to do a post on it.
However before I talk about the after baby body,perhaps,I would need to first talk about my before baby body and pregnancy. While I was in the University,I weighed between 74-78kg,I was not by any chance a slim person as I have always had big bones ,but I was in great physical shape because I was quite active. I had a wash board tummy because I tried to ensure that my stomach stayed flat through an early morning exercise routine . I put on some weight after school and by the time I was getting married,I weighed close to 90kg.🙈
Shortly after I got married,I took in,by the way,Mike and I had agreed to wait 6 months to 1 year before we get
Happy New Year good people! Better late than never right?😀
So it is 2019!Yay! The year has just started,it is a new dawn,a new opportunity to do things over. 2018 is gone,forever! Perhaps there were things you failed to achieve ? You had a heartbreak? You lost your job? You failed at business again? You failed an exam? You didn’t achieve all you set out to achieve? Well,God has given you and I a new opportunity to do it over. A brand new year!
It is like turning a fresh page after messing up or doodling all over the initial page . The important thing is this;in all your failures,whether real or perceived,what did you learn? Did you take your lessons? Did you become better?
Over the years,I have learnt to always go back ,pause and ponder,more like a process where I go back in my mind to whatever happened and I play it all back objectively,is there something I could have done differently? Could I have changed by results by doing things differently?I come to a conclusion
A couple of days ago,I read in the news with absolute horror the story of the father who lived with his daughter and slept with her often. He was not just having sex with her but was also giving her contraceptives to ensure she didn’t get pregnant! What depravity!
Then yesterday ,a popular TV personality is also said to have opined on a live show that although she trusts her husband but she would not trust him to or would not let him bathe their daughter. On this,I can’t say much,for one,I didn’t watch the program,two,people have been known to deliberately misconstrue or misunderstand what a ‘celebrity’ said and give it their own meaning while pinning it on the person.
However,the world as we knew it has changed so drastically. I am shocked at the recent stories that have come up about fathers sleeping with their daughters,I don’t understand any of it😕😠.
For some reason,three days ago,when I woke up,I was nostalgic. I missed my dad so much. He is well and alive and just a phone call away but…At a time ,I lived alone with my dad,I am the last child in my family and my parents both worked,my mum was working then in a different location and we had just moved from Kwara State to our ‘new ‘ state,Kogi State. My dad was to be stationed at Lokoja,the state capital. I was about 8 at this time.
For some reason,I remember when Mike and I first got married. We had dated for 5 long years and I had known him for 7years. Mike had always told me since I knew him that he would like to marry early, he said if he had his way,he would be married at 26😰. I on the other hand was uncertain as to whether I wanted to even be married,I had a secret phobia for marriage, I can’t explain it because my parents who were my first hand experience of what marriage was like had and still have a good marriage. I just didn’t see myself as the marrying kind,every time I thought about marriage,I would shove the thought to the back of my mind,I would tell myself that there was plenty of time as I had till I was 35 to decide if I wanted to marry or not. Funny but this was how I felt.
Fast forward to meeting this tall,hunk of a man who would not stop talking about getting married 😒. He told me he wanted to marry me barely 8 months into being an item. Me I was ‘adonkia’ as my grandma would say about getting married. Eventually,after a long wait,we got married on the 2nd day of May 2009. The first week of married life was not the way I envisaged it would
