Sunday, October 2, 2011

Here's to the Future...

As happens a-times, a moment settled, hovered and remained much more than a moment. Sound stopped and movement too, for much more than a moment… and then the moment was gone. In other words, I feel like a musician without her band- just me and my microphone doing resonating acapellas. I visited my village for my sister's wedding and speaking of the food and hospitality, I had a swell time. Also, a VERY long conversation with my grandma, last time I saw her I was 5 years old… she's 101 years old now, how time flies. I wanted to ask her a lot of questions but I was scared, not sure what my fear was about. Maybe she may not know the answers, maybe I'm scared to bother her with my problems or maybe I'm just scared I might get the answers… I'm afraid of knowing, It's funny but maybe someone should have interviewed my mom before she had a baby. As we strain to grasp the things we desire, the things we think will make our life better- money, education, for some popularity, fame, a social "relevance" (LOL), we ignore the things that truly matter. The simple things like friendship, family, love, the things we probably already have. The short trip opened my eyes to a lot of things, like hey, there's more to life than 140 character long texts, red carpets and fancy careers… let's start with a smile.



My grandma would dive at any opportunity to get company, I totally get her. She's still breathing, she still matters. For the first time ever, I met someone who's optimistic about death… pretty cool, huh? Anyways, on the matter, my uncle asked me what I'm doing about "finding a husband" and I CONFIDENTLY said nothing. That's not what I want else I'd have been Mrs miserable four years ago. I'm not quite the eloquent speaker, so I'm borrowing a few words from Shakespeare.  'Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds…' . When life gets hard, when things change, true love remains the same. After I heard my sister tell me of what she and her husband had been through in courtship, I felt a flexible joint of safety in my bones. I don't know how to say it but she gave me hope and I don't want to say it loud because what if Life finds out and tries to beat it out of her just to get at me? We all can use a little general feeling that some desire will be fulfilled. The feeling that everything would be okay and someone will be there to make sure of that. So here's to my sister and her hubby, to everyone who's married to LOVE, for LOVE and because of LOVE. Here's to hope, to remember today as the beginning of always. A promise. A reward for persisting through life so long alone, together. A belief in each other. A decision to ignore, to simply rise above everything. A covenant, which at once binds two souls and severs all prior ties. A celebration of the chance taken and challenges that lie ahead. Two will always be stronger than one and love will be the guiding force- the lamp, the yellow brick road. last night was mere formality, only an announcement to the world of feelings long held, promises made long ago in the sacred spaces of their hearts. Here's to love, for always and forever.

Thursday, September 29, 2011

The Unaccompanied Minor

I'm proud to say another sister of mine is getting married, she's absolutely excited about the new life she has accepted. I think that love is the greatest thing that can happen to anyone, finding that one person that understands every word you cannot say, every pain you feel and promises to always be there. What can't you do with a buddy who believes in you? What can't you achieve if they continue to believe in you not regarding your "deficiencies"? You don't know this, but loneliness is underrated… or maybe you do.



One of my hardest lesson, still learning, is how to prioritize. I'm the boss at making foolish, spontaneous decisions, especially when I want something very badly. But I never made a spontaneous decision about love, oh wait.. I have, one time I made a quick exit, but it's not one I wish I didn't. I don’t know why I did it but today, I can recognize that events back then were part of a lifelong pattern in which thinking and doing have either come together or failed to come together, even though I've never done things I had not decided to do- I know, that was gibberish, but you follow. I like the idea of love, I'm a sucker for love related cry movies and Danielle Steel books. But somehow I carry around this silly thought that people are better off alone, no reasons to lie or apologize or explain or worry about stretch marks.



Biology determines much of the way we live. From the moment we're born we know how to breathe and eat. As we grow older, new instincts kick in. We learn from our parents, we become territorial, we seek protection… And most important of all, we reproduce. My sister is about to alter her DNA, maybe not but it sure feels like. She not going to be my sister anymore, she's going to be my sister mixed up with some weird DNA. She's going to have new traditions, new long standing and specific practices… Biology sucks! Biology says that we are who we are from birth, that our DNA is set in stone. Unchangeable. Life changes us. We develop new traits, become less territorial, we stop competing, we learn from our mistakes. We face our greatest fears, for better or worse- we find ways to change our biology. The risk, of course, is that we can change too much, to the point we don't know ourselves. Finding a way back can be difficult… wait, who said anything about "finding a way back" out of love?



I always said I'd be happier alone, like the unaccompanied minor. I'd have my work, my friends and my daughter as my candy and chocolaty treats but someone in my life all the time, like parents? More trouble than it's worth... hey, I got over it. There's a reason I said I'd be happier alone, it was because I thought if I loved someone and then it fell apart, I might not make it. It's easier to be alone because what if you learn that you need love and then you can't have it? What if you like it and lean on it? What if you shape your life around it and then it falls apart? Can you even survive that kind of pain… again? Losing love is like organ damage or like dying. The only difference is death ends, shattered love? It can go on forever. But it's better to have someone, even if it hurts, even if it's the most painful thing you have to do, even if it's the most painful thing you've ever had to do. Everything is a lot easier if you have someone

Monday, September 26, 2011

You're about to read top secret... don't tell my mommy!

Dear twentee5(er), I totally now get why my dad doesn't want his daughters to get married, yet. I mean apart from the whole wedding ceremony thing which he's not so great at, he maybe trying to tell us that there's a lot more to life than having a "happy ever after". I visited several friends during the weekend, one of which is a relationship atheist... like absolutely the Nigerian George Clooney, except he doesn't work in show business and it's all corresponding. Hey, do you ever feel like the universe is trying to tell you something when a particular topic is talked about, is a side attraction during a gossip, it's on TV, someone accidentally bought you a gift book- same topic or even at church? Anyways, it's not that all of a sudden I stopped believing my fairytale is out there, some exciting new things are occupying my mind. Things like how AWESOME God is, how he chooses the foolish stuff to make a mess of the too-school-for-cool-stuff, how I can never understand the depth of his wisdom or his existence.. for me, a concentrated deep thinker, I'm amazed. A friend of mine chatted to me about a seminar she attended, she used an analogy I found somewhat interesting. She compared God to a very powerful King who married a whore... talk about abominable acts and then she (the whore), in turn feels like she owes everything to him and decides to do only what is pleasing to this powerful King. The "whore' here refers to the world, especially Christians. She wrote: "... how great is our God, I think also that the fact that He saved me knowing my sin is pretty crazy is super cool... it's not like He saved me and discovered my sin and went 'oh crap!what did I just do?'... that just makes me desire to live for Him and love Him more...", I absolutely understand how she feels. Y'know people just want someone to be there when they're down, someone to say "I care" and mean it, someone to just say "everything would be alright". I find all these someones when I study the Bible and it's all I want to talk about.  I don't have a plan which is very unlike me and I suppose I could riff on a list of things I care as little about as mapping out one.... Let's see...Working out, The Nigerian politics, Boko Haram, HITV, Organic food, The Bush daughters, The O.C., The U.N., CNN, BBC and any other news TV. The Latin Grammys, What Footballer's earn and Australia.... I'm Just in awe of God's greatness! Okay, so onto the more carnally interesting stuff. I wrote a poem, "Girl" inspired by the word "Paramour" and I wasn't sure posting on here would be a great idea until "tweeps" insisted... in other news, I'm having some weird pregnancy-like food cravings, extra spicy Shawarma... enjoy your "Girl" :D




GIRL

Girl… she sits opposite the ghost, pale and vulnerable with a lot to say. They meet when it walks to her, they touch fingers passing through space. She thinks it's familiar and fearless, she knows it like she knows herself. It's like "word and opposite" but also like a synonym; One, the same and different. She to it is a doxy, in the darkness of her subconscious she's being pleasured and the reality of her existence is tinged with pain, bittersweet.


What real grandeur had your weekend to shout about, MisStress? Did you drink tequila like that's the name of the game- to kill her, lip rouge, chemise down… ticky tock, non-stop in your exotic world of selfish perversion. The goddess seductress, go on, be honest... no one can accuse you of a thing you're not. You are daughter of eve and your repertoire is prima.


Female. The lushness of pink. The definition of fragile. The strength of a tiger. She rides her bike through a hula-hoop set ablaze, blindfolded. She gives herself away, she puts herself together, she pushes a little harder and she never explains. Miss Glamour kitty-kat, her name is girl