WE ARE SURVIVING🏋

PREAMBLE🏷

I wanted to write this two days back but I am writing it now.

The intial emotions that flowed when I first thought of this post has mutated and modified but I will try to bring it back to the original position..

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EATING BABY FOOD👶

I wonder how many humans are like me : that still like baby food…..

I have been planning to eat Cerelac for a while now and recently I did it😂😂

I was in a store with my friends and I saw it at a good price then decided to buy it.

One of them was surprised and unamused that I wanted to buy it while the other who shared same taste said that she did not appreciate the type I bought, she prefered another type….

After eating it, it felt weird. It was not what I had imagined or it was not what I had held unto in my memories. I did not need it because I was not a baby😂😂

Let me confess: it inspired this post…..

Rice…..

SURVIVING🏅

I wonder how hard you work

I wonder if you have achieved your dreams

I wonder if you are achieving your dreams

I wonder if you are just trying to survive.

This word “Survival”has become such an active word in our day. Alot of people just want to survive something. There is so much competition that alot of people are tired of fitting in, they just want a space to breathe..

I love diary so much. It is the only food I can say I am obessed with, have been since childhood. It makes me very happy but some months ago, I had to cut it down to the barest minimum and literally did not eat it for months. I wanted to survive, I had eaten it in excess and my body was complaining😶 (recently continued and would continue my plan to be careful with excess in take😁)

Survival of the fittest is the favourite word for scientist who are obsessed with evolution.

RATS AND CHEESE

It is a mad chase like rats chasing cheese,

everyone want a piece,

some want the big piece,

some would not mind the crumbs,

we all just want peace

even though we are chasing cheese. O.R.A

That was a poem that decided to jump right into the post.

THE LIME EFFECT🍋

I love using this citrus on my face. It helps remove spots and does whatever good thing it does on my face. I love to leave it for hours because I feel it does more work when I do so.

If you have followed this blog for a while, you would have noticed it in the posts where I talked on beauty..

The other day, I applied it (lime) but was not planning to leave it for extra long hours. However, I did because I was doing something that was inspired by survival.

I was editing my book, a poetry collection that is currently on pre-order on Amazon (Titled Quiet Memoirs Volume 2: Loneliness). I had edited about 5 or more times but as I continued to cross-check I realized that I had more corrections to make and that took time and data.

A link to the book :

I finished late that date and got absorbed with editing another work. It was quite late when I was able to wash the lime off my face and luckily for me, it did not burn me😁😁. It remained good as ever.

THE CRAZY WORLD OUT THERE🌎🌏🌍🌐

There is a poem in the book titled THE WORLD’S LOVE. I wrote that poem 2 years ago and even as I go through it and observe the world we currently live in, I cannot help but realize how true that poem is.

The world can be crazy and can create so much pressure that could push you off the cliff. The pressure to survive is overwhelming and it takes a lot of courage to insist on remaining sane..

To work, study, earn, live, eat, sleep, poop, bleh, blah beh…..is all part of the….wiagagt (forgive me😶)

I have often repeated recently that I am still learning the world🙃, maybe because I live in a world of my own. I am learning to adapt to the world I am existing in, and the process is challenging and interesting.

The beauty of it all is that it inspires art as I blend what I observe with what I accept. As crazy as the world is, it is beautiful and full of art.

I do not think I can blend in. I do not want to blend in, I rather appreciate from afar and see what art I can experience from the roller coaster ride. There is a poem in the book that explains that feeling well, titled I DO NOT BELONG.

SO, if you are alien or human or a combination of both, I hope you do not get crushed by the pressure to survive. I hope you do not fake a smile while surviving.

I wish you peace and joy.

I pray your dreams come true (that would make the world a better place🙂)

I really do hope you survive well….

ANNOUNCEMENT?🤔

Old news: The posts I have always talked about would hopefully be written this year. I really hope they escape into the next year, that would make them grandoldposts😂😂

I would love to talk about Aliens…..so if you are interested you may have to be in touch with this page by following😌

As the year comes to an end and Christmas is around the corner, I wonder if I would do anything special this year. I wonder……

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VINTAGE 2

“I am using lether(polythene bag) as my purse”

Silence

“I put it in my lab coat and everyone was just looking at me in the supermarket” I laughed at myself.

Silence

She was already tired of telling me to get a purse😂😂😂😂

I have one old purse that I bought four years ago that I take nowhere. I just love the patterns and though some of it’s zips have spoilt, I have not bought another🙄🙄

My bed….one of my tics. I hate it getting rumpled. I prefer lying on a no laid bed than to always organize the streaks on the bed. Since boarding school, I always made sure to organize my bed before going out. Till today, no matter how late I am, my bed must must look neat. It makes me feel calm that my abode is balanced😂😂

Looking back, I think I had a sought of pseudo OCD…. I was just so irritated by dirt but could do little about it🙁. It affected my feeding (I always searched for something weird in my food). I will always arrange and arrange and arrange and not be satisfied🙁🙃 (have controlled that a bit now). I call it pseudo because my mind has been able to suppress the extreme urges to always have everything in perfect shape.

The most annoying part was creating an environment in my head that I found so hard to bring into reality, it was like living in torment and it always made me moody. One day I told myslef to take it easy……

I have been able to not let those tics get me…..

Funny enough, I get irritated when others ask me a question repeatedly but I always do that to myself😂😂😂😂. I have been doing that to others too and most have been patient😊😊. So if I do that to you……understand😂😂😂😂

Night time must have plates washed (only few rare times, they are not). Cannot bear the thought of leaving dirty plates to go out. Except if someone else does it……

N.B plate washing gives you enough time to think🙂

I love ceramic and glass but scared to use them often due to past history of multiple breaks. But they are best for tea!! Beverage!..and beautiful drinks😂😂

I love quietness….

Quietness to think

I love my space

I love to meditate

I love to ruminate

I love to observe and always create those plays in my head. Those stories I am yet to share.

I love to rewatch movies especially those few ones that string a cord with my being. Few…that leave a very strong impression on me.

I love wherever I make my corner because I make that environment the way it feels for me wherever I stay. I will say..I carry my aura and fix it to a place I call an abode….(But Home Home is still the best😍😍)

Let me add….I love my space, physically or in the mind because that is where I talk to God and also brood over His words. I love the quietness that allows me to sing without distraction, pure sweet melody, psalms.

I love my self😍

Hope you do too😇

N.B would try and get a new purse😂😂

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VINTAGE

“See the way you are wearing your cap like an old woman”

And from then my social studies teacher in junior secondary continued teasing me. Mr Rabiu. I was one of his favourite student though and I also did not take offence at his teasing.

My family members including extended say I am a look alike of my grandma (paternally) and so as my culture entails, I am almost treated like her and also called (I bear her name also)

Let me come to me……

I have always felt ancient😂😂😂😂😂. If I believed in reincarnation, it may have made sense. Lol.

My taste in fashion dates backward though the world choses when to date😂😂😂😂(fashion is not new, just recycled)

The clothes, cars, art, lifestyle of the eighties have always fascinated me and I sometimes feel like am floating in that time too🙄🙄 except they did not have free internet as this😂😂😂😂 and laptops and smart phones and blog pages😂😂😂😂

I love the word vintage….my favourite car is…….my family and close friends know and sometimes tease me about it.

Well, I am not that boring in fashion🤓🤓. I love classy, unique looks. I rarely copy cat styles. I love something different and rare, even when it comes to shoes, bags etc.

I have also fancied make up, nail polish, eyeliner😂😂😂😂 from a young age and sort of learnt something about it on my own (my mum not a fan). As an adult, I have come to set a baseline about them>>>>moderation.

Even if I love any of them and they exceed my scale of moderation, I withdraw (But I fancy nail polish, lipstick, mascara still😂😂)

When it comes to dressing, I may seem boring but I do all that on my own terms not anyone else’s. I choose the day I want to look like a young girl and the days I want to be so comfortable. I always picture what I want and get to bring it to life. Just that most of the time, I love to look very comfortable😂😂

Before anyone that knows me say I am always looking like an old woman, dont poke the bear!!!! 😆😆

So we pick the taste we love. What makes us unique and respectful. How you dress could make other address you differently except in some annoying cases🙄🙄.

I learnt more and alot about being more youngish and girlish (was never a tomboy, I would have been more boring) in the University.

I learnt about face creams🙄, face cleansing liquids, brown powder, natural products for the face. Why in the world is it all about face? I learnt more than I knew from other girls and also browsing the internet🙂🙂

Now, I have picked the ones that suite my taste and style. I still learn something different everyother time.

Some of us dont show the whole world what we are like, we choose who we decide to show those hidden parts of us. Sometimes even those close to us dont know us well (not anyone’s fault) and maybe one random stranger seem to click better and get to see our point of view.

All in all, just be who you are with what you love.

I will still draw that line of moderation

One day my style could become everyone’s style🤗🤗

And if you are a Christian, let the Holy Spirit guide you😇😇

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