AUTHORITY STEALING!!!

Short video clip of Fela Anikulapo-kuti

DOUBLE WAHALA FOR DEADI BODY, YEPA!

 

                     

All week I was unsure whether I really wanted to post in the run up to Nigeria's Presidential Election coming up this weekend. I really could not be asked, but then I thought to myself 'Don't be a kill-joy'

From the archives of Google I dug up a patriotic image of a "Keep Calm And Love Naija" meme, all dressed up in green, white and green. I then pasted it at the top of this post. It looked ever so cute! Yes, you've read me right, the word "Naija" and "Cute" used in the same paragraph!!!!

I then started to write about my take on this 'election matter on ground', I wrote a few lines, scratched my head, then deleted. Took a break, ate 2 chocolate digestive biscuits (yeah right, who eats only 2??), drank a bottle of malt, watched TV came back to the blog started again, this time wrote 2 paragraphs, I read over it sounded fake as they come, so I deleted that as well. This vicious cycle continued for a whole day. At this point in time it's official, this blogging thingy is not by fire by force!

LEVELS DON CHANGE!

I was chatting with one of my oldest friends 'Tee' the other day, (oldest in the sense that I've known her for a very long time rather than oldest in 'age' before she has my head!) We were doing what we do best 'reminiscing'.

We were talking about one of my mum's favourite sayings:

"Twenty children cannot play for twenty years" literally what she meant was if a group of 20 children started out as friends.....roll on 20 years, there would have been some fallouts, some would have moved away, family commitments blah di blah, hence the group would decrease in number.

Our mum often used this phrase when we were growing up to buttress her point anytime we were disappointed by a friend, to encourage us to be more independent and less reliant on others.

THE MICROWAVE!

       

I showed image at the top of this post to a little 4 year old I know and asked him what it was, he replied "it's a microwave". I told him it was actually a TV and went on to explain that back in the 'olden' days that's what they looked like.

The way things are going, very soon none of the youngsters will know what a TV is  because watching programmes on laptops, hand held devices and smart phones has become the norm.

In fact, here's a test case: Send a child on an errand '"Go and get 'Grandma' 'tablet' from her bedroom" (you know we tend to drop the letter 'S' from our words, neither do we use the word 'please'!) 30 minutes later this child would not have come back as they are under the bed looking for the non-existent, small touchscreen computer rather than Grandma's 'Panadol' right there on the bedside table under their nose.

MIND YOUR LANGUAGE!

Last week Friday after posting my latest blog, I was on the phone chatting with my friend 'Abeni', some of you may have read about her in a previous post of mine My People Don Reach Here! and picked up on her being somewhat uptight and highly strung! 

Anyway she had just read my post and was giving me some constructive feedback, one point led to another and "as per usual" before we knew it we had gone off on a tangent, both of us in hysterics as she jisted me about an incidence that happened some years ago involving her daughter who had been about 5 years old at the time. 

And this is how this true life story unfolds,