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.
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…)
It’s amusing to observe that there are those who wish they could cut and paste preferred features or attributes from here and there to produce their desired perfect spouse.
They’d take Miss A’s awesome personality, add: Miss B’s shapely apple butt, Miss C’s spirituality, Miss D’s intellect, Miss E’s life-of-the-party vibe, Miss F’s perky DD breasts, Miss G’s inspiring zest for adventure, Miss H’s beautiful smile, Miss I’s alluring sing-song voice, Miss J’s silky hair, Miss K’s morality minus any sanctimoniousness, and so on and so forth.
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…)
Ok, I admit my driving-in-traffic behavior is rather questionable, but then again, it’s interesting the sort of things one can get up to with all the idle time spent sitting in bumper to bumper Lagos traffic, like:
So, I bought the dress pictured below from a Next store 6 years ago, the price was massively reduced which is typical at the very end of summer sales. As usual, the light-headed thrill of scoring a seemingly good bargain clouded my sense of good judgment.
“I love you Mr. Rochester”
All I need is a tight bun, not one stray strand of hair in sight, a horse & carriage and I’m good to go for a Jane Eyre audition. A classic case of Impulse buying over Intent buying, as the cut of (more…)