OYA GIFT, PUT OFF THE LIGHT O....

                           

I'm going to do things in reverse order this week and sort out housekeeping before the 'main d main' (main subject matter). A big thank you for all feedback, comments raised by my last post "More Than a Match....' 

Organ donation within the black community, what a discussion. Hopefully what Dela, Tayo and myself set out to achieve was accomplished. 

Now this may sound a bit like deja vu, but there I was the other day doing what I do best in my spare time, looking at my contacts display pictures, yes I know!! < Insert 'get a life' emoticon> and I spot a pic of a lady on a 'sister from another mother's' profile. Accompanied with the words "Ele toh badt, happy birthday to you"

MORE THAN A MATCH......

      

           

Some of my fondest memories are of my cousins in that image at the top of this post!

Let me introduce you to Big brother and Little sister, Tayo and Dela Idowu!

Tayo, I'd describe as my geeky nerdy 'aje butter' (you know the drift guys, for definition, phone a friend or ask audience!) big cousin. He's my fav cousin's, Dela's, big brother. So back in the day, he came as part of the package, you saw Dela, so you saw Tayo! He used to (and still does) fascinate me with his spoken English. To me he sounds 'well' posh, I love listening to his voice. 

A memory comes to mind of me spending a weekend with an aunt of ours who just had a baby, this little baby is now a proud mother of 2 children herself, How time flies! Tayo came to visit one evening and asked if I was hungry. He's about 10 years older than me, but back then 'cause I was young, the age gap between us seemed to be so much wider. He lowers his voice as he asks me, you know, like how those 'aje butter' people do when they talk to young children!?

NOTHING TO WRITE HOME ABOUT......

                              

                          

Hello this is another first!

I actually have NOTHING to talk about this week. A few months back, after stressing myself out over one particular blog, my daughter, T-Money aka T-Dawg (she's now gonna pull the plug on this post!) made me promise that I would always keep it fun and that I'm never to blog just for the sake of it.

Each week after I publish a post on the Friday, panic sets in as I'm usually convinced that I'll have nothing to blog about for the following week! However I find by Sunday one seed or the other would have germinated within me, it starts to grow through out the week and the finished goods are what you guys see here on the Friday.

I BELIEVE THE CHILDREN ARE OUR FUTURE....

A few weeks ago I attended a “Safe Guarding” course. I was glad to get away from my home town on an all expenses paid day trip to London (Yes, I’m so easily pleased!). But do you know the cost of a day Travel card from my Local Government area (insert-straight-face smiley) to London is £30? I was shell-shocked when I was told by the station assistant.

I ‘boarded’ (please why do we use such dated words??) the train and as to be expected during early “mor-mor” peak period it was jam packed, I ended up sandwiched between a fellow passenger’s smelly arm pit and another guy with a large stomach. All plans to chill out, read a book and/or listen to music on my phone on this train ride went out the window, it now became a matter of survival of the fittest to reach Train terminal King’s Cross. Everyone ‘facing front’ avoiding eye contact as is the norm here!

To cut a whole train journey short, I eventually arrive at venue, hang my jacket and move to the front of the room. Tea and coffee are on offer, but both of these are literally not my ‘cup of tea’ (why is there never Milo or Ovaltine?) so I just sip on my water bottle.

We are divided into groups of 6, at table where I sit I acknowledge one “aunty” from my homeland she’s seated besides me, I know this as I’ve spotted her indigenous name on her name badge!

I pop chewing gum into my mouth & prepare for a few boring hours, reminding myself not to get carried away, chew discreetly and to avoid popping & 'kpa'ing with my ‘mout’ as the day progresses.