Scarred: Enough or Too Much?
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“No, don't touch my head like
that!”
“Mummy, Ifunnaya is bending my
head backwards!”“Ifunnaya, leave alone I want to bathe myself!”
“Why did you push me? Now my leg is bleeding. Mummy, Ifunnaya has cut my legs o!”
“Oooooooh, this water is now cold!”
“Mummy, I have not finished my home work oo!”
“Ifunnaya, leave me alooooooooooone! I can dress myself!”
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| {This was their exact same reaction when i showed them the picture of a burning body. Would teach them to stop playing with fuel and generator. But i digress...} |
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It goes on and on. I always
listen in with one ear as I get ready for work and sometimes when I can’t deal
with silliness anymore, I go meet him at the bath with Mr Cane in tow.
Since I always drop them off at
school on my way to work, some days, I always threaten to leave him at home and
take only Zi to school. But not going to school is not a get-out-of-jail free
card. I make sure to promise that if school was not attended for a day because
of tardiness, cane must touch body. 10 times.
The thing with kids is this: if
you threaten/promise to do something to/for them long enough and you renege on
all occasions, your word won’t count for shit where they are concerned. I had
made this particular threat for so long but for each time I threaten, his
father pleads on his behalf and hustles him off to the car.
Today started as usual.
Today, I made my “promise” as
usual. Today, he thought it was business as usual.
Today is #Day5 of my #JuiceFast.
Today, I didn't sleep a wink because his sister was crying from earache all night.
Today, the combination of hunger and lack of sleep was doing me in.
Today, his father left the house at the crack of dawn.
Today, I got into my car and left him...with Zi wailing, “Mummy, please don't leave my bwother!”
Journey To Sexy: Day 2
Labels:
Juice Fast,
Juicing,
Weight Loss
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Still standing...barely.
I kinda woke up feeling Anyways, i thought today was gonna end in a cry-fest. I usually cry myself to sleep on Day 2. This one didn’t. Got a bit woozy at about 3pm but the mind is a powerful weapon!
Breakfast - Ugu Juice
Lunch – Grape JuiceDinner – Carrot + Tomato Juice
In-Between Meal Snack – I nearly drowned myself with 3L of water!
Because i was too lazy to ask Google how to go
about juicing vegetables, especially our local veggies, i went ahead and asked
my Philips Juicer Instruction manual.
How I Juiced my Ugu...
♥ I cut the vegetable into
tiny chunks and placed inside a smoothie blender...♥ Next, i squeezed in some lime/lemon juice into the blender. The more the merrier really...
♥ I then added ginger to spice up the drink; threw in ice cubes for good measure...
♥ I blended the mix to some extent, poured the entire mix into the juicer and taa-daaaaaa...
♥ Ugu juice is ready!
I'm sure there are so many other EASIER ways to do this juuicing thingie. Y'all help a sister if you know any of those.
I barely have the strength to type out my next thought. Heck, i can’t even remember what i want to type. I just gonna say Toodles now and hope this post makes a smidgen of sense.
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@ZiteraI barely have the strength to type out my next thought. Heck, i can’t even remember what i want to type. I just gonna say Toodles now and hope this post makes a smidgen of sense.
Xoxo...
Journey To Sexy: Day 1
Labels:
Juice Fast,
Juicing,
Weight Loss
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It seems like i’ve been on this since
forever. Sometimes, i’m committed to it. Some other times, i can’t be bothered.
I would start a 3-day detox program and half-way through it, i’ll jump ship. No
energy but mostly no incentive. The last time i was this committed to losing
weight, i lost 9kg. October, 2012. There was no incentive, except i could feel my
obesity weighing me down.
It has to be said. Really, it has to be said. Food
is a SWEET deal! But as sweet as it is, it cannot top money in my books. And
there-in lie the incentive for this current weight loss stint. The hubby thinks
i cannot lose another 10kg in 3 months. I think i can lick it 2 months. The
rules are simple:
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If after
the final weigh-in i’m 0.1kg shy of 10kg, he collects my cheque.
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If
however i max 10kg or above, he credits me double the amount.
Inspired much!
I’m already spending that money in advance...that’s
how confident i am. I love a good dare!
Day 1- Started on a 7-Day Juice
Breakfast – Watermelon Juice.
Lunch – Watermelon + Mango Juice
Dinner – Ugu Juice with a dash of ginger and lemon.
I honestly thought i would hate that ugu juice thingie. Wonders, i loved it. Like totally. I’ve had to tell my stomach there’s no point growling & complaining... Food will not be had until day 8. It seems not to mind so much though. I wasn’t as dizzy as i thought i’ll be. Energy didn’t wane much. Like, i had enough to fit in an hour of Zumba dancing, with my smiles still intact. I doubt i’ll be smiling much tomorrow.
Aside the 12 trips to the restroom to return the 4+ litres of liquid i drank all day, and the really mean duo of SB and Olaedo who sent me pictures of their respective lunch just about the time my hunger was peaking, i’ll say Day 1 went just fine!
80.2kg.
The universe didn’t deem it fit to take away a miserly 0.3kg and make it a nice cohesive figure like 79.9kg, which sounds and feels way better than 80.2kg. Yea, 80.2kg is our start-off. I just want my jigida to sit properly on the tummy. Is that too much to ask?
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Xoxo...
Chiviva Mid-Season Open Door Sales
Labels:
Chiviva Hair,
Hair Sale,
Sponsored
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Never Say Never, Really
Labels:
Parenting
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~ Edgar W. Howe
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While I was waiting my turn, I couldn't help but notice this woman struggling to get her 4-year-old son to sit still and just generally shut it. I know; I asked his age. The boy had thrown all sorts of tantrum including hurling himself on the floor; his mother just ignored him. As if that enraged him even more, he started insulting his mother. “Stupid Mummy, wicked mummy, coconut head...”. It went on and on! This well dressed woman, hair intact, nails neatly manicured, turned, looked at her offspring and said, “Junior*, behave yourself or I’m gonna smack you!”. The boy’s response? He literally flew from the floor and gave his mother a resounding slap on the cheek. If people ignored the tantrums initially, they all took notice after the slap. Everybody started talking at once. Me, I just quietly shook my head in disgust and continued fiddling with my phone. Mannerless child! Incompetent mother! Why women would not give their little kids basic home training was beyond me. I mean, how hard could it be getting a child to know who’s boss and who’s in charge? I would never be this mom. I don't see my child behaving like this. I had a plan in place!
A Sell-out, The Heart
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“When you
really care about someone, their mistakes never change how you feel about them.
It is the mind that gets angry; the heart still cares.” ~ Anonymous
I remember it like yesterday, the Friday before my bestie’s traditional
wedding far back in ‘06. It was the soon-to-be-hubby’s birthday. I had no idea
what caused the rift from the night before. Seemed like those days, every- and
anything was a bone of contention between us. I hadn't learnt to say “I’m
sorry. I was wrong. Please forgive me” and he, he didn't even know what “I was
wrong” meant; never mind about “I am sorry”. That would be me asking for too
much really. Hot heads, both of us. Quite passionate about our own
opinions...and we guarded them jealously.
Whatever the bone of contention was from the night before must’ve been
really heavy though, cos we slept on the same darn bed {with the space in
between us as wide as that highway Moses constructed smack in the middle of
River Nile, atink}, woke and resumed scowling at each other. I was soooooo
angry I forgot refused to say Happy Birthday. Angrier when he left for
work without so much as asking how I was gonna get to the airport for my 11:50
to Owerri. Angriest because this would be our last time together until our own
traditional wedding barely two weeks later. Who gives his wife-to-be the silent
treatment in view of all these?
House-Help Chronicles ~ Here We Go Again!
Labels:
House-Help Chronicles
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“Follow your instincts. That’s where true wisdom
manifests itself” ~ Oprah Winfrey
Normally, I would feel my poor heart thumping away
in panic as soon as I hear “Mummy, I want to travel and see my people”. These
things can soooooo destabilize one, especially if your working hours ain’t
flexible. For some reason tho, her's just made me smile that quiet
I-was-not-born-yesterday type smile. This move I’ve sorta been expecting
because lately, she's been less that her usual cheerful self...and to be fair,
she hasn't been to see her people in the one year she has stayed with me. Maybe
a change of environ will do her...and ultimately me...a world of good.
The panic began to creep in ever so stealthily
when, after her approved week long holiday I was yet to see or hear from my
trusted help. Hunting and breaking in new domestic staff, especially house
helps is one chore I absolutely dread.
I sent out feelers to all and sundry. The search
was on! After I interviewed the first couple of helps sent my way, I began to
despair. The first could not string together a sentence in English to save her
life; the other was referred to me by my neighbour’s house help....story for
another day.
My joy when I got the BBM chat that said, “Olee gi? Found someone for you o. She took care of these
kids I know. She may sha want like 30k or so” was immeasurable. When I
called the someone found for me, I didn't even bother with interviewing her. I
went from "Hey, how are you?" to "Pack your things and start
coming to my house." What was I interviewing her for? My friend would
never steer me wrong. More so, I know this help’s sister and in my opinion,
Ghana house helps no too dey suffer from local weyrey like their Nigerian
counterparts.
I was beyond relieved when Naomi* {the help} called to say she was in my house. Thank God for friends that always look out for you! I got home that evening to finally meet the voice I've been speaking to on the phone. Matured, respectful, pleasant and playful with the kids, what more could a girl ask for? I mouthed a quick thanks heavenwards and subtly pulled my sister to the corner!
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