TinyFunmi's Odysseys

It’s that time of the year when I do my year review; so erm how did I do? Welllllllllllllllllllll sigh*. I started 2013 with a long list of New Year resolutions, looking back now I.... erm (covering my face)!!!

One of the things I keep getting accused of is not being feminine enough- or to put it another way- not caring enough that I'm female. (straight face, then confused face, then back to straight face) I'm not sure what they mean!!!! Fair enough, shoes from Primark and Louis Vuitton look the same to me; fair enough starting a conversion about fashion is akin to speaking to me in Swedish- I don't think I'm that bad!!! And I have definitely come a long way from brother’s jeans, baseball cap, bandana wearing days. 

I have been thinking about my ancestors a lot lately, it all started when KK took me to the British Museum for my birthday about 4 years ago. Viewing all those African stuff made me feel so proud to be a descendant of such great people. Since then I’ve been trying to write a ‘poem’ that’ll do them justice- I’m still trying. My latest musing about my ancestors started when one of my young friends asked me about ‘old school generation vs the new school’. My answer to him was: “We can't ignore our ancestors, we must find a way to blend the two without losing our identity”. I’m still not sure what I meant!!! Yes, some of the things our ancestors (whoever they were) did are archaic or redundant in the modern world but most of their   values are still needed- and arguably the fact that we've thrown them all out in the name of moving with times, is the cause of most of the problems in the world today. On the one hand I am a believer in maxim 'we should d...

In the space of two weeks I heard about the death of three people; one was a relative and the other two were relatives of friends. When I heard about my uncle (I’m not sure of the correct term- he’s my mom’s cousin) I just shut down and dealt with it the way I deal with these things, buried my emotions. BUT hearing the death of the other two people on the same day a week later brought the emotions back to surface and I cried. (Sigh*) I’m a Christian and my belief tells me- there is a time and season for everything, it tells me God doesn’t do evil, it tells me God gives and he takes. Even, moving on from my religious belief it is a fact of life- Death is a debt we must all pay. The only unfortunate thing is some pay the debt sooner than most. Death has no boundaries- it snatches anyhow and we are never ready; there is always something we wished we had told them before death strikes. So my advice to you is this: That person you haven't spoken to, for whatever reason, for a ...

The birth of the third in line to the throne (UK) is very exciting for me (I was praying all day for a safe delivery); there's a kinda joy that fills my heart when I hear someone has given birth to a baby. Babies just have that effect on you, don't they?

I was going to title this entry 'sabbatical' then I decided to check out its proper meaning- lmao all these years I have been using the word incorrectly... It made me think of words we don't use correctly- my Nigerians friends do you remember writing ‘if so doxology’ in our letters smh! Anyway I'll archive that for a future entry. Now to my main entry... I forgot to tell you that I was taking time off; I'm not sure exactly when it started neither am I sure of when it’s ending. I think it has, but I'm not sure.  My brain was so full- so I needed to delete some stuff... Would love to gist you about some of the stuff but I've signed a non- disclosure contract, breach of which will mean I won't be allowed to eat rice ever again (Haaaaaaaaaaaa Noooooooooooo fkngklgkgjdshgfjfh)! That would be a cruel world indeed!!!

I don’t remember much about my childhood, I was probably very popular (I mean it is me!) but I didn’t have a lot of friends. I think even then I had already developed my paranoia about human nature- let me tell you now I don’t trust anyone- not even myself- I was going to trust my son, but he lost that chance by learning to say daddy before he learnt how to he say mummy! Like his dad was the one in labour for 36 hours- like (deep breath… anyway that’s a blog topic for another day….)

Do you remember your first kiss? Well I was trying to get my son to kiss me; kmt @ 2 he's already saying to me 'no mummy no kiss' - Am I embarrassing him? LMAO  he ain't seen nothing yet! Anyway for some reason this incident reminded me of my first kiss... So I'm gonna tell you about my first kiss.

I went for an interview earlier in the year, and during the feedback session the lady told me that the main fault with the interview was that I am too honest!!!! (NO COMMENT) Funny enough she is not first person to tell me that and I am of the opinion that companies need to change the way they recruit! If I start listing all the nutters I’ve had interview me…. Anyway, thinking about all these interviews got me thinking about my first ever interview; I was 16.

The other day, a friend and I were discussing business ideas for me, he had some interesting ideas- Childcare, Tailoring, Catering, Tutoring but the one that caught my attention was Make-up artist and head tie tying! Forget d fact that- the only makeup I know how to use is my lipgloss... But I thought I can do this is... And just like a sign from God my aunt sent me a munched screen of different ways to be creative with eye-shadows.

All Holy books tell us to love our neighbours; religion aside, it’s ethical and quite important for a society that its members feel some love for each other. So, exactly what is the extent of this universal principle of loving my neighbour or perhaps to paraphrase, ensuring my neighbour comes to no harm?

I cannot really pinpoint the reason why I have a phobia for driving- it could have been the fact that the school bus that was meant to get me safely home used me as a speed bump one day in 1987.