Monday, 29 June 2015

Only a true typical Nigerian can believe this..

They really do not have any logical or plausible explanation whatsoever,  These are probably gonna sound so weird especially if you have never heard of them. what should I tag them as?... superstitions, traditions, myths or...... *complete the missing blanket with your tag after reading*.

Here are some strange myths or whatever I have heard in Nigeria. First off, I have never really tried them all or experienced all first hand, but those who have can literally swear on their lives that these things happen. They are so unbelievable! Okay lemme start with the ones I have experienced..

The weirdest of all is  that a girl or woman who is seeing her monthly flow must not enter a cold room which is a compartment usually the size of a house and it is used for keeping frozen stocks like fisheries, poultry refrigerated. they say if such a woman enters inside the coldroom, the engine which keeps the cold room refrigerated, will stop working. This happened right before my eyes many years ago. Me and my sisters were already forewarned by mum not to go inside her friends coldroom to go get anything when we are on our period. But mischievous me will not have it, I wanted to experience it first hand for real ' cos I have had enough tales by moonlight from them. And so when my monthly flow came, I went to the cold room in pretence of getting my mum's stocks in there. Climbed inside, stayed inside the freezing temperatures for some minutes and climbed out. That evening, mama came home and quietly asked us all who went to the coldroom and is also seeing her period. Heads bowed, I raised up my hand.. "Thanks for making the engine go bad", mum said. "Do you know it will take a huge amount for them to be able to fix that engine? ", and from that day I was banned from entering that cold room. But tell me what connection is there between a woman who is seeing her monthly flow and a cold room engine. Asked my mum this question today but she still does not have a reasonable answer for me.

Then there is one of bitter leaf. They say you can remove or reduce the bitter taste from the leaf by not talking to anyone while cutting it from the branch and also until the food/soup is removed from the fire after cooking.. Na wa oo, I have not tried it though because I don't want to spoil my soul oo..

Another is.. Beans or cow skin (kpomo) can be made to cook easily by adding a spoon (steel spoon) to the beans or cow skin as it cooks on the fire... Hmmn.

Or these popular ones you must have heard already like not sweeping at night in order not to attract evil beings and this one of not bending down your head in order to look through your legs especially at a market...*whispers*.. they say you will get a good defeaning knock from a spirit if you do that, but you can go try, then you tell me how it went later... lolzz!

Please clan, don't think of me as a queer one, I heard and shared here.. nothing more biko.

Oya share yours too with us if you have got any, keeping in mind that that does not make you weird, we are Africans and Africa is full of drama!..

Thursday, 25 June 2015

Mind over Matters

Once upon a time, there lived a beautiful bird, his feathers were all glossy like it kind of got some good brushing from a horseman and his colours were a perfect match, arranged like a beautiful work of art. Whenever he flapped his wings and flew, he got both the envy of other birds and the admiration of humans. He brought joy and awe to everyone who saw him.
I know this bird is far from my description.. 

One day, a human (woman) saw this bird and fell in love with him. She will sit outside her house and watch him fly in all his glory. His flights across the open skies always got her excited, she loved his freewill and ability to do whatever he wanted, to go wherever he pleased.

Tuesday, 16 June 2015

Odd Question: Can a child inherit 'prostitution' from the parents?

Over the weekend, I travelled to one of these small but mighty towns in Delta State to see my uncle sorry brother *step*, always thought he was my uncle until a few years ago when my dad corrected that impression. Thank God for Journey mercies, but it was a sorry one, sat close to a kind of troublesome mentally deranged, deaf and dumb lady with a strong body and mouth odour, she kept drinking sachets of Chelsea 'kai kai' one after the other right from the park to our destination. It was horrible! And I made to type a post during the course of the 1hr 15minutes journey but not to be cos each time I try to type, the lady always wanted to see what I was doing and in the process, she ended up pressing her dirty looking clothes and unwashed body into mine.Well I guess all that coupled with the cold breezing in through the windows while I was returning home contributed to my near illness since yesterday. Just wasn't feeling myself today even as fine as I was, I knew I was very fine today! *was in a hurry this morning so couldn't take a min out of my limited time to snap a pic*. Please forgive me for the long absence, the upper week was filled with so much work, a report we were told to submit in two weeks time was suddenly moved down to one week. Also I was typing a post on Microsoft Word when my phone crashed one kind of funny crash where everything blank out leaving only the home screen. Thanks so much for your understanding. Molola, I sight you! I have really missed you all.

Okay that's that, On my way back home, I dropped in to see a former school friend, she offered to fill me in on everything that has been happening in school, I declined 'cos I was having a mild headache and knew I wouldn't be more interactive which could turn everything to a kind of monologue. She insisted that she only needed my listening ears and not my voice. So I obliged, reminding her of how I hate petty gossips. 'girl this one is worth it!', she said. I laughed at that and she started off..

She told me about two former colleagues of mine though they were in Geology option. "Michael and Janice slept together ", she said abruptly. "And so?". But even before I finished utttering the word, I remembered they weren't even dating though they were kind of 'good' friends back then and come to think of it, Michael has been engaged to Janice's best friend for over a year now! The 200l fiancee  heard about the whole ish and called off the engagement. 
Michael couldn't take it, heard he tried to commit suicide, the girl became alarmed and in fear she took him back. While Michael is alleging that Janice drugged his drink and seduced him, Janice is telling everyone Michael raped her. So who are we to believe?.
Let me leave the boy out of this, I want to talk about Janice.  This gurl seems kind of possessed. The relationships she has broken in that school is uncountable. She does all this for fun I think, because her dad is well to do like very well but she sleeps around like mad. Loves exposing her body, I pity the lecturers and students. So I want to ask when and where did such a little girl learn all this? Some say 
high school, really? Then someone brought an odd but not so odd talk, that she probably inherited her wild ways from her parents. Incredible! But looking at it all, it just might be true, were one of her parents the wild type back in the days, she could probably have gotten that from them. The sin of the father on the children?.. I dunno!.
 Like me and my siblings got so many odd things and beautiful traits or habits or whatever from our dad. We all almost write in the same way he does like you couldn't tell the father's from the child and also we all bite on our nails like he does but me I have been able to conquer my own, I hate it but back then it was hard to stop. Also, I and my immediate younger one sits the way he sits, cross legged. Hate that as well and gradually limiting it. So if a child can inherit this much from the parents, bearing in mind that they are not directly related with the blood or chromosome, how much more can a child inherit?

Am I wrong or right?

Monday, 1 June 2015

Love is a Mystery

My aim is to understand love and life in general.  Somethings are like a mystery to me. It's kind of like am torn between two worlds, sorry that's not even possible because it's just 'one' world now. I feel like am being stupid. But answer me a question, which would you choose?, a relationship where the other loves you to pieces and yours measures a little more than a drop of rain or a relationship where you love the other greatly but his love that's if there is any at all, is little. Why am I happier with little than more. God! I could never understand love I fear, practically, it seems I want to hurt my self judging by my choice. But no, for everything man does or say, there is a reason, so I must have one for choosing this path. For a long time now this choice I made has been fair to me at least to the best of my knowledge.

My aim is to understand love.. I feel like am not loving enough, I know am holding back, I know I can give more than I have already. I think one of the reasons why I love this 'little love' more is because I hate obsessive love, don't love me too much.. just love me simply. If I go more than this I will spill too much than I intended.

Although my aim is to understand love, and although I suffer to think of the people to whom I gave my heart, I see that those who touched my heart failed to arouse my body and that those who aroused my body failed to touch my heart... Life is a mystery.

Someone's diary.

Whoops, June is here! I want it to roll as fast as it's younger lad(May) and be triple productive for us all. Show some love even to people who don't deserve it and always pray for Nigeria!