I have been thinking...

Art is what I love. Everything books, theatre, paintings, photography and the people behind these are what I love to report and write about. I used to do it, before leaving journalism. Then I returned and instead of what comes naturally to me, I find myself reporting properties and the environment. Interesting but not me. Where I work is a business newspaper and we don't do arts at the moment. I need to get back into that sector; the art world.

So this is what I have decided to do. While I continue covering my field as my job requires, I will start reporting my art again as an independent; not for any medium, but on my blog. I will attend the events, interview the artists and writers, read the books and do reviews, and blog them.

What I am unsure about is this- should I open another blog, or use this same one? Use this same one and change the name to something more arty? Managing more than one blog is a bit of a burden as I tend to ignore the one and focus on the other. I really don't know, but I am thinking using this same one, since I don't want to be ranting anymore about boring me.

I’m a mum… meet the little miss

(The long and short of it is that I am a mum. I actually typed all these about a month or so ago, but couldn't upload any pix so I saved it as draft. My little sunshine is now a big two months old and I am back to work today).

Yes I know I have been off the blog world for like forever. In all honesty, I tried to blog and follow the latest on blogville, but I was too overwhelmed with everything and work and just decided to take the easy way out; be lazy. Forgive me guys.

I and Mr. are now parents to the most adorable baby girl I have ever met. She arrived 

August 19^th after a very enjoyable nine months of almost symptom-less pregnancy. There are parts of the journey I didn’t enjoy, one being how amazingly big my stomach got. Considering I am a slim babe, I didn’t expect to get that huge in the last three weeks of the journey. At a point, I resigned myself to the knowledge I would have a big baby since I added no weight on any part of me but my stomach. I don’t like small babies anyway.

I have lots of gist, knowledge and discoveries to share as time goes on that would help soon to be mothers. Bear with me guys, I will be back to update. 

Below is my girl at 6 days, 2 wks, 6wks and 2months. Seriously, I am back to blogging. No more disappearing act.

I refuse.....

I refuse to rant even though that is exactly what I feel like doing right now. So in place of ranting, I will say thanks to the Lord for having brought me and  my family this far. The year is obviously doing sprint and not a Marathon.

There were goals of course. First quarter goals posted where I could see every morning and pray with. Were they all met? No. Am I disappointed? Not really.

There are more goals for this second quarter and I refuse to quit believing. He said, though it tarries, wait for it, it shall surely come. So I will go with His words.

I won't complain. But I feel soooooooooooooooooo tired I swear. I wish I could just take a break of maybe six months or even a year! Oh yes. I have been working full time since 2001 and along the way I have discovered and learnt plenty. I have set different agendas and all. Still, I am restless. My present boss says it is the restlessness of youth. I wish.

Is this where I am supposed to be right now? Maybe not. Like I say sometimes about me, I get distracted so easily but I always direct myself back on the route I am supposed to be on.

So, I am on the road leading there. So I can still say thanks Lord for being with me all this while. With your help and direction, I shall return on that road. So if I am here today, I am supposed to be. So thank you so so much. And for the many many blessings you have showered me and my home with. It's exciting to know You and feel Your awesome Hands working. Hmm.

I have a Secret

I have a secret that is sweet. Not all secrets are sweet but this one is so sweet and it makes me smile and makes me happy and makes me praise the name of God always.

I know what I want to do tomorrow. I know what I want to end my life doing. I know what brings me joy and satisfaction and again I will tow that road because while I was on that journey, I got interrupted, so return I must.

On an entirely different thing, man, am I glad it rained really heavily today or what? I enjoyed every moment of it. Only regret of course is that instead of being under my blanket at home, I am at my desk at work feeling sleepy and wishy. It is well sha.

As the month of March rows (or roll. can't bother to figure which fits) out, I can say thank you God. You didn't disappoint on the deadline and You so weren't late. So thanks for coming through yet again.

And, I seriously want to publish at least one book this year o. Even though I know I want to do this, I also know I can't push myself enough down that road. Seriously need some motivation and help. Lazy me.

When those times come

There are those times when all we believe seem not to be working for us or the way we expect.

I have read the same scriptures many times over and understand them inside out. I can preach with them because I believe them so much and can not even begin to count the number of times God has come through for me.

I have always been this person who never let circumstances bother me. At all!. I grew up in circumstances that would make a best seller. Although from an early age, I wasn't close to God, but I knew He was particularly interested in me, so that knowledge, wherever it came from, made me strong. That knowledge gave me hope, it made me believe in tomorrow. And I grew up and I found Him and we established a relationship and I was redeemed from the curse of the law.

Never once has He failed me. He has always been an 'On Time God'. Never late. So knowing all the testimonies I have over the years, I grew a thick skin against circumstances and never allow worry to visit me.

But those times come, once in a while, when I think, I fear, I tremble, and I allow the devil to almost steal the word that I believe in.

He has told me, 'fear not, for I am with you'. But those times do come. And recently, they have been visiting much more than I want.

But before I fall totally, before I allow fear to grip me and envelop me all over due to some circumstances that is such a small deal for the God I serve to handle - before I fall into that trap that sends my faith into captivity, I remember again, that He has never failed and He cannot change His name today to a God that changes.

So this is just for the record satan, I have spoken His words to myself. I have put Him in remembrance of what He said He will do. Now I am telling you for the record that it's over and done with and I am at peace. You can bring your 'times' whenever you won't, but I will never be captive to fear. Never!

I Am So Ashamed!!!!!

Yes, I am really ashamed of myself. Not blogging or making blog rounds. What excuse do I have? None, cos I'm almost always online. I keep saying I will and I will but I never.

Partly to blame of course is my head always on the road looking for something, thinking of something to do. You know, we all got to survive and that is exactly what I have been doing. Projects dreamed up that somehow, I am too lazy or too uninspired to carry out are also killing me as I try somehow to wake them up from the dead.

But I'm sure the blogville community is fine and growing without me. Even though many of the oldies have stopped blogging, there are lots of newbies I'm dying to read and get to know. So this time, when I say I am back for real, I am indeed back for real.

Happy Married Life Doll! Do have a blast with the license to ......

Mummy this or that…

What is your name? Or what is in a name? You might want to ask. Growing up, mothers were called by the names of their first child (Mama Uzezi). As time progressed, mama was dumped for Mummy. These days, you hear Mummy James, Mummy Seyi and so on and so forth. It is okay. But does the woman’s name have to be forgotten just because she is now a mother?

Personally, it is okay for people to refer to you as Mummy (enter your son or daughter’s name). But those people should be people who know you a little bit. When meeting someone for the first time, shouldn’t the mother have a name? Even if you don’t want to tell your first name, than give Mrs. This or That. That is way more formal.

I remember the first time I met my neighbout; just before I moved in, I went over to introduce myself as her soon to be neighbor and asked her name and she replied ‘Mummy David’. Oh, okay.

I understand to some people, it is a thing of prestige. To others, it is because they don’t want people they feel are younger than them, to call them by their names without adding aunty, hence Mummy this or that…

Well, I guess it is a thing of choice. Personally, I want to retain my name. Even though you cannot stop people from calling you Mummy this or that once you have named a child, I doubt I will ever introduce myself as Mummy Uzezi.