Happiness is rather relative, it really is a ‘one man’s meat is another man’s poison’ phenomenon.
I believe that the Serenity Prayer provides tips for true happiness- “God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference“.
One who is unhappy about their “one-pack” could have the courage to change it into six-pack abs with a cleaner diet and exercise. One who is unhappy about their short stature could serenely accept that sometimes the best things do come in small packages.
About six years ago, I wasn’t too happy with my wonky smile, I knew that I could change it and decided to invest in dental braces. Mind you, I wore braces as an adult, not as a giggly teenager reminiscent of the clichéd DNF (Designated Nerdy Friend) in American high school movies, and mine were the very evident metal type.
There’s wisdom in picking your competition shrewdly, my spine bone will testify to this.
I once lived in an Asian country. I decided that I wanted something to do in the evenings after work, preferably an activity that killed two birds with one stone- entertained me and kept my body fit. So, I signed up for yoga classes, because I’d always been curious about it. I liked the idea of Yoga, besides, a regular gym was oh! so basic (I love how bourgie that sounds).
Ok, I’ll confess. The truth is that the treadmill actually looked like a weapon of torture to me. I was quite intimidated by it. How fast would it go? Would I stay on it? Would I fly off it? Many questions that have now been answered since I finally stepped on one 8 months ago.
I still remember my friend’s remarks upon learning that I’d signed up for the classes.
Go and sin no more, I assure you that the streets of heaven will be paved with hot, fresh-out-of-the-bubbly pan, golden brown, crisp puff-puff.
Ok, I’ll come clean, my actual agenda at weddings is the finger food a.k.a. Small Chops (SC). No Sir, the rice-moinmoin-plantain-coleslaw-and-chicken combo just won’t cut it. That’s my Sunday Lunch Holy Grail (SLHG) anyway, and I firmly believe that some things should be kept sacred.
See, I don’t have time for wedding reception waiters who ignore my meaningful stares, my gently raised eyebrows, pregnant with hints, and that subtle cock of my ‘Yellow Sisi’ head towards the (more…)
I have major Ostrich Syndrome (OS). When faced with unpleasantness, I simply bury my head in the sand and drift off to my happy place.
It’s a coping mechanism of sorts, that explains how I still managed to dance to ♫ “Ijo Shina” ♫ in my car (thank you 90.9 FM), wiggling with enthusiasm beneath the seat belt on my way to work, while relentless Lagos Traffic was (with a smirk, no less) gleefully wasting scarce petrol that I grudgingly purchased at the black market, “chai!”- inducing premium price.
Why the daughter of the village goldsmith still goes about without earrings, is the riddle that is (more…)
So, someone I know gave me gist of her conversation with a someone she knows, and it went thus:
My someone: I am traveling tomorrow o
Her someone: PJ ?
My someone: *blank confused stare*
Her someone: (ever so casually) Private Jet
My someone: (amused laugh) ah no, commercial
Who’d have thought that private jets would become so mainstream in certain circles, considering the harsh economic realities in Nigeria (ignore the gasp-inducing outlier that is the senators’ salaries)?.
Perhaps, it provides room for the less fortunate to be inspired and to aspire to be whatever it is that affords one the PJ life, but the wide income gap is rather disheartening.
My “must-not -blink” face
Well, I made a lovely new dress and I flew commercial with Burda Air :-D. It was my first time (more…)
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I follow the Great British Sewing Bee TV series with immense interest. It’s a reality show like American Idol or Project Fame, but for sewers.
Tilly Walnes, from season one, writes a great blog that feels like a warm hug from your BFF as she welcomes you to the pearly gates of heaven *cue soft harp music*.
Chinelo Bally, from season two, learned how to sew using the “organic” freehand cutting technique (more…)
On this particular trip to Accra, I purchased this Woodin fabric because I liked the firm texture, arty print and “set fire to the rain” shade of red (yes, I like Adele).
On this particular trip to Tejuosho market, I purchased this faux leather fabric because I liked how it felt both soft and durable at the same time. The ‘board-room’ bargaining that followed the declared like of said fabric and preceded the exchange of money for said fabric is a story for another day, but I was very pleased with myself *Donald Trump smirk*. 😀
Woodin fabric and Faux leather
So, I sewed a one-piece shift dress using a pattern that is simply a vertical extension of my tried (more…)