Thursday 25 July 2013

25th begins on the 25th of July




When I began to write this post in the early hours of this morning, after I was woken up with calls. The BBM and Facebook wishes already started pouring in from friends and family here in Naija, UK and Australia. After taking two caprisonnes and Nasco shortcake biscuit.... p yes you read that right..In other news, I have broken up with shortbread and started a new affair with nasco shortcake!!!
I decided to  write a big THANK YOU note to all of you that have been there for me and touched my life. And most importantly, thank you for being part of my life story.


I truly believe in this concept that there are very specific reasons why someone shows up into my life. I’ve always been able to learn or take away something from them, sometimes good, sadly sometimes bad. So the culmination of who I am today at 25, is an amalgamation of everyone that I’ve crossed paths with, some longer, some shorter, some deeper, some more shallow. I’m not lucky, I’m blessed!!


 I’ve been very blessed to have a wonderful Father that is more like my best friend than anything else. I love him dearly and thank him for teaching me courage and kindness…. I’m blessed to have a strict and sweet mum who raised me well, taught me humility, hard work etc .
I’m blessed to have fantastic siblings: super smart elder brother and sister, lil sisters who’re both super talented, artistic and poets to be… they all add so many colours to my life
I’m lucky to have beautiful friends, fantastic people
I’m lucky to have wonderful friends few dated back to primary and high school  I’m so glad to have met new friends that even when we don’t keep in touch, we know we have each other’s back… Friends that you just love without any efforts, people I’ve met and a handful that I’ve grown close to.
Thanks for putting up with me and my idiosyncrasies, wahala etc Thank you to those of you who’ve inspired me to be a better person, you know who you are.


I sometimes wonder what people would say about me when I die. Would I have affected or inspired people in meaningful ways? Will people miss me? Will people feel like I’ve made a difference either in their lives or in the environment, the community, the world? Would I leave a respectable legacy, no matter how small? Even though this sounds morbid, it reminds me that what I want to accomplish, build and leave in this world before I take a bow. I want to affect people in significantly positive ways.



So I’m 25!!! What next?
When are you getting married, when are you doing this and that? When are u visiting the moon,  buying your car, house, this and that?
Yes, 25. I’m actually pretty excited for what’s ahead. I’ve been through a lot, also accomplished a little and met a lot of incredible people along the way. There’s so much left to explore and I never want to stop learning, creating and inspiring.
:)
I sometimes allow myself to be scared and intimidated by my new age, to feel like it’s a heavy weight, because when I was 16, I wrote down this to do list-year by year. Don’t ask what I have accomplished..
I find that some people always make it seem like age defines you and what you have to say or where you stand in the world.
I am truly thankful for life, but I’m tired of letting age dictate to me what should be eg..
 Own a car at 21
Get married at 22
Have all your babies by 25
Own a house and a dog at 35


As I turn 25, I am not going to let society determine my next line of action in life.
I will do what I want to, I would learn from anyone at any point regardless of age which is really just a number!
I would not race with the joneses
I’ll just celebrate life, work on finding that purpose and take it one day at a time

I don’t have a birthday wish list this year
I am just happy and thankful to God, family and friends

My Story- Amazing Grace



God’s amazing grace…how sweet that sounds
That he saved a wretch like me!


I was 10 and in the hospital again…. I usually spent two weeks out, a week in the hospital and one week struggling not to fall ill. This was my life as a child. That night the nurses just did their routine check informing the night nurses about my case etc… My mum was sleeping on the spare bed. I closed my eyes while they talked and wasn't even paying attention till I realized she was telling the nurse how bad my case was; Her Crisis is very horrible oh, her parents are just spending the money…(they were actually spending it because a week at that hospital was like a week in a luxury hotel with feeding costs attached…the bills were high but my Dad never had any problems paying (again God’s grace) ) the other nurse replied ‘and they don’t live past 21 oh (referring to me). Her colleague replied: 21 ke!  If she survives sha her own crisis dey horrible oh’ in pidgin english…


I opened my eyes as they strolled away, crying and struggling to stay quiet so I don’t wake my mum who was knackered and needed that sleep. I wanted to yank the needles off and just die….yes I was that close to suicide… I kept asking God why? I’m fed up; either take my life away or take away this condition…. I’m tired of living like this…. I told my late aunt about that episode…she said I would shine, she said they were wrong: I shall not die but live to glorify God…..


Somehow, I always had that thought in my mind… I approached my 18yr birthday with caution…wondering if I would drop dead
I remember that birthday I spent in the hospital..Struggling to smile as friends came to visit…
I remember today all the several uncountable hurdles I have crossed……


When my dad didn’t have as much money as he used to have back in the day…my illness reduced, I didn't have to go to the hospital all the time.. All things were just working together for my good….


Today I turned 25, the nurses were wrong….
It turns out, I’ve only had one semi crises this year…with each year, I’m stronger…standing tall and proud..
I used to be so ashamed to be identified with anything called sickle cell…it was a stigma…but now I can say to anyone that despite having this conditionvin g  this illnes this illnessof spite havin g  this illness, I'le cell...her for my good..., I’m living my life happy and free.
Until you learnt to see the cup as half full and not empty..You can’t open your eyes to the blessings around you. I am so blessed, so favored and I can only boast in God.


For every crooked path made straight
For every tears that you dried
For every challenge you made me overcome
For ever trial I may have to bear
For every glow and smile you put on my face
For every single blessing I have received
Dear God, I say thank you…again and again

Thank you for saving me….,he said U are a starbout that episode...e away this disease...anguage...ts attached... Crisis is very horrible oh, her parents

Tuesday 23 April 2013


So I broke down again
I have the sickle cell genes. It is engraved on my mind. I remember every second but sometimes, infact most of the time I see it as nothing. I hardly consider it a limitation, I also cannot stand pity and so I never indulge in self pity. I am down only when the crisis comes and I am in pains. I can't stand being helpless; I can't stand being in pain. I love being in control and so when things happen and I can’t control it, I sometimes break down like I did tonight.

I travelled to the UK recently and spent quite some time walking. With each step, I felt pains in my leg. I have a high threshold and as such I endured the pain well. The day after I returned back home to Nigeria, my mum sent me to see the doctor which I did. I and the doctor spent more time gisting than talking about my leg. However, the doctor said I was fine, prescribed some strong antibiotics and off I went back home with more drugs to swallow. Ask any sickle cell patient, we are most times always high on drugs.
 

Two days later, my mum insists I apply a powder which I obediently applied and then split! the leg opens up showing white tissue.... I hate to look at it and its my leg (sobs again) She dressed it for me and we conclude that I would have to go to the hospital again on Friday evening or Saturday morning as I would be working during the week.

Its Wednesday evening and I come back tired and with a slight ache in the legs which i dismiss till I peel off the dressing and my ankle looks like a gaping hole. My mum in typical Yoruba fashion reties her wrapper and claps her hand together praying to God for healing for her daughter's leg and then runs off to call my father. He places a call to my brother a medical doctor and explains what the situation is. All I hear is Leg ulcer, general hospital, see a specialist and all this words begin to whirl around in my head and the tears come after as the floodgates open and I begin to whimper and cry.

I am tired! I am tired!! I am tired!!! I am now curled up in my younger sister’s arm crying softly. Once I start, I find it hard to stop. I want to start asking questions... God for how long? Why am I the one with sickle cell? Am I going to overcome this? Would my leg be amputated?  (God forbid) what would happen this time around?  In the midst of my sobbing and brooding, I hear my father's voice.

Why do you take things for granted? Why did you not complain in the UK about your leg? Why this and that? I stand up and race to my bedroom furious. It’s his fault, he is educated, and why on earth did he not find out his genotype before settling down with my mother. Why did he not put a stop to two kids? No he went ahead and now my younger sister and I are suffering the consequences while he lives a crises free life. We live with Paludrine and folic acid as our best friend not to talk of Tramadol, Diclofenac and a host of other drugs that are now part of everyday life... Yes that's what we endure.

My kid sister joins me in the room and I start the "Is it not their fault conversation" with her while I google leg ulcer on my laptop. A very current toaster who calls every night for about an hour from the UK keeps calling but I cannot pick my call as my nose is running and I am not in the mood to talk. My sister answers the call and shortly after my current (I don’t know what to call him) calls. I think Boyfriend would be the word even though our relationship is really complicated (story for another day) I pick the call this time around and already planned to say a brisk goodnight and get on with my leg ulcer research.

However, he senses I am crying and I start to whine. Why I whine when talking to him is beyond me. Maybe he just has this calm collected behaviour that compulsively brings out the drama queen in me. He refuses to agree with my conversation on whose fault it is that I have SCD. Instead, he calmly tells me to look at the solution and not point fingers when faced with a problem. I whine, he calms me down and then asks me to switch off my laptop. I don't know how it worked but yes I switched off my laptop and laid back down in bed. He said lots of things but I remember "did you create yourself? Can you heal yourself, why not tell your maker, rest your mind and see the doctor tomorrow. It wasn't just about what he said; it was the way he said it.

I obeyed him and soon drifted off to sleep. I wish parents could learn to be more tolerant and more understanding. It’s bad enough you are the reason I have this disease so why can’t you learn to handle the situation. My parents would never have handled it like he did.  I think there should be a school for learning how to be a parent! After all there is finishing school, where you can learn to be a lady, so yeah there should be a school for learning to be a parent! Yes the both of them have been fantastic in their own ways but then again they are so flawed and it is so upsetting as well.

It’s a brand new day. I would be going to the hospital first before venturing to my office. I am still nervous, still afraid of the unknown but I remember I did not create myself and my maker's thoughts towards me are good and not evil to bring me to an expected end. I hope the end would indeed be my expected end (instant cure to this problem) I will be fine. Chin up I am a survivor and a great one at that!!

Leg Ulcer Chronicles

Hello!!!!


Its bin ages!!

So I found some old stuff i wrote down when I experienced Leg ulcer (Sickle cell complication) last year February. I would be posting here together with pictures of the ulcer....

Enjoy

Friday 15 February 2013

THE FINAL BOW…


Last night, my friend rang me up from the UK and he said ‘Bolade remember that chick that I used to call ‘Beyonce wannabe’, I said Goldie….he said yeah please check twitter, they say she’s dead but then it may be a rumor . I replied that its most likely a rumor! 

 Nigerians and their skills at spreading rumors  I dismissed the news immediately… then he asked me to come on Skype and gist him how my vals day went..

Later on, I checked twitter and LIB, news was flying around that Goldie is dead. I prayed that it will be a rumor and we would wake up to the news that the rumor is false

I woke up to news that it was not a rumor

 Goldie was one unique Nigerian artiste… Goldie was a daring and brave musician who always stood out. Even during the BBA show, she was herself, the ugly comments did not make her switch careers…She brought a different flavour and blend to the Nigerian music totally away from the usual. She really was creative; her risks with fashion outfits: amazing.  But I always loved her hair styles


I’m just speechless, with all the news flying around that she was estranged from her family and also she was married despite Prezzo’s saga..

Whatever it was, let the dead rest in peace..We the living can only learn…  Rest in Peace Goldie, I especially liked the track she did with Eldee ‘You know it’
In my opinion that was her best track and was really creative and daring..


We indeed need to live each day as if it were our last. Are you still holding grudges against that person? Keeping malice? Not declaring your love for someone? Not pursuing your dreams? Are you still holding back on giving your life to God? Don’t waste another second.. You never know when your journey would end….


….live your life now!

THAT 14TH THINGY


Feb 14th brings and means different things to different people…. Expression of love between couples, intending couples, end of relationships for some, crack in marriages for others etc


In all of these, let’s not forget that it begins with you. Do you love yourself? Is your relationship right with God? Important points that we tend to overlook…


Sometimes we try to express love to others when we haven’t loved ourselves well enough… e.g.: you know smoking is shortening the life-span of your lungs yet you just can’t stop… you are in an unhealthy relationship yet you refuse to take a walk….


That’s not loving yourself…How do you plan to love another wholeheartedly and completely when you haven’t loved yourself?

Let’s all never forget: YOU ARE YOUR FIRST LOVE AFTER GOD!

Valentine day is celebrated by some while some see it just like any other day…different folks, different strokes. To some it’s another annoying reminder that they do not have a partner or are not in a relationship, or are not in the relationship they want to be in.


Valentine’s day was a good day for me.Not just because of the gifts from potential to-be‘s (If God wills) (I hope y’all don’t read this) but also because of the love from family and friends and the funny DP’s and comments..
The essence of life is to love and be loved….God is love…

That said, my two cents on the matter:
For the couples: Expression of true love should never ever be a once in a year affair, exchanging of gifts should never just be birthdays and vals…

For the singles: I don’t believe Valentine is just for those in relationships, u feel like celebrating by all means enjoy.. U want to go out with friends don’t hesitate..GO, u want to be by yourself: stay indoors, whatever suits you…just stay happy

And for the guy who waited till Valentine’s Day to ask u out!! Jeez, whatever happened to other days, no date for you and u sure deserve a big knock on the head!!

Back then in the university, it was all about who got the biggest gift, the most expensive gift etc and I remember how girls used to be so shy and self-conscious…. To think I would hide my gifts to avoid analysis by the ‘frenemies’ (For lack of a better word) while I had a friend who would say babe you got gifts, stop hiding them joor, let’s see at least u got gifts.

I guess some people still see it that way: remember it is more blessed to give than to receive..

I realize, it’s not about the size or how expensive or valuable to you a gift is, it is absolutely the thought behind it… so think again before accepting the ticket to Abu dhabi or ‘Darey’s Love like a movie’ and you chill at his place thereafter from the guy who hasn’t married you and is giving you that as valentine gift, cos the thought behind that is to …..   (Fill in the Gap)


Think again before receiving the gift from the married man who just likes you (he claims)

Think again before accepting that expensive gift from the person you are not to be unequally yoked with and who is talking, marriage… Why lead him on? Avoid an acid bathe in the future

Back to Valentine gift and as it is a season for couples, don’t rush into that relationship because you just love him, he swept you off your feet and you are in cloud nine…. I have now come to realize that a soul mate is your personal mirror, the person who shows you everything that is holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life.

A true soul mate is probably the most important person you'll ever meet, because they tear down your walls, see your good, bad and downright ugly and love you all the same…

That said: Valentine's Day, Mother's day, Father's day, Wedding day, Birthday, Friday.....Somehow we hardly ever think of Judgment day? Today is earmarked for expression of love between couples and those in relationship. But let’s not forget that love should be a standard character that must be expressed throughout the year, not only to your loved ones but even to neighbours and strangers.
God is love and we should walk in his footsteps:
"Love your enemies, do good to those who hate you."
~ Luke 6:27, ESV

"Bless those who persecute you; bless and do not curse them~ Romans 12:14, ESV
."  (It’s especially hard when you lean to your own understanding, but by grace, this becomes effortless)
So help us God... Amen!

Happy Belated Valentine!!

Yours truly….xx

Wednesday 2 January 2013

Show Love!

Its amazing how we tend to ignore the little things, how people ignore or bypass others when they feel its of no importance. Sometimes its an intentional act, at other times its unintentional but all the same it is wrong!

These things happen everyday and everywhere: In the bank, when the cashier attends to the big well dressed man before giving a second glance to the ordinary looking man who even got there first. Ignoring the maid guard who sits at the post as you walk into a place. Altogether avoiding the woman sweeping the streets so she doesn't stain your outfit in any way.  As Christians  we should be Christ like. 

Sometimes we get so caught up with life's activities, we don't even bother about these little things. Let's all learn to number our days and be mindful of our actions...

Show an act of kindness today, extend kind gestures wherever you are. Smile at that elderly man manning the gate, be courteous to the waiter taking down your orders. Appreciate the cleaner in the streets. A little smile, a word of greeting, a show of appreciation would go a long way

Set out to be happy, the Joy of the Lord is our strength. Life is a race, walking with God is the ultimate race. Infect someone with that joy, touch lives positively. God is Love, show some love everyday.