Thursday, September 20, 2007


Her body was frail
But her smile was sweet
His body had aged
But his touch was loving

Her hair a bun of snowy white
Laced with traces of black
His, a tuft all around
And a bald patch in the middle

There they both sat
In the cool of the evening
And in their silence, volumes were spoken

She’d smile at him
With the wrinkles forming on her face
And he’d kiss her cheek
And say something in her ears

This was a love time had seasoned
These were two who had become one
They’d passed through time
And time through them

And here I am standing looking at the both of them

Wait a second
that’s you and I

In golden years to come
(you is still a pronoun, one day it will be a name)

Thursday, September 13, 2007

Random Thoughts

So I have a few things on my mind I need to get out:

* I am grateful I have life, I am grateful I live in Christ, I am grateful I know God and I am grateful I have the Holy Spirit as my guide, counselor and comforter.

* I am grateful for things that have been and even more grateful for things that are to come

* I am grateful for the mistakes I have made because they have made me believe less in myself and believe more in God

* I am grateful because I know who I am and I know what I was made to do and I have no confusion as to my purpose in life, I am grateful because I know where I am going in and after life

* I am grateful because what I am and what I do is not relevant because all I do and all I am is through and in Christ, I thank God that it is not by merit, it is by favour.

* I am grateful that the same love that is available to the highest placed men of God is exactly the same amount of love available to me and you reading this too.

Why do we fear?
* If you knew the love your Father in heaven had towards you, you would have no reason to fear.
* If you knew that Christ conquered all things just for you, you would not worry about anything.
* If you knew that the Holy Spirit is just as near as you want Him to be, and that He is the best friend anyone could ask for, you would be filled with joy beyond your dreams
~ He takes care of the littlest sparrow in the field, He watches over the doe in the forest
So why shouldn't He care for you? ~
The love I have for you knows no bounds
My Saviour and Lord
No one can lay His life down for me like you did
Teach me to love You like You love me
Teach me to love others like You love them
The best gift I can give to you is my heart, my life, my worship
Everyday, I lay me down
God Loves You! Do you know what that statement means???!!


Friday, September 07, 2007

Some things don't change + Culture clash

So I went to the 'Nigeria House' on Northumberland Avenue yesterday and I must say, you can take the boy out of the farm, but you sure can't take the farm out of the boy.

Why don't we have good customers' services? Why? Why is it that, even right in the heart of london, the wooden floors of the consular reception are coming out?Why is it that the pieces that are out are still left right in the middle of the floor...screaming health and safety hazard!!!??' Why is it that the security man at the door acts as a receptionist at the same time as a customer adviser??Why is the environment so unfriendly??

Anyway I went to get my passport re-issued as my perfume had spilt on it in my bag (i mean i can't use it to travel but it smells goooood lol), I got there and it was my first time of going there..and it just looked and felt like I was back in First Bank minus my mum trying to withdraw money back in the 90's....
I stepped in, took a good look around..saw the gloomy/grumpy faces sitting and standing around and thought to myself 'Ohh no! I'm not doing this today'. There was no order!
So I walked over to the 'receptionist' gave him a bright smile and asked him 'how things worked around here' and well...he did everything for me...some folks got upset but i was out of there really fast! But it was kind of disappointing anyway.

So anyway...Someone got me all emotional today..

You were so beautiful I couldn't take my eyes off you
Was it the way your blue eyes lit up or the eyelashes that seemed to go on forever
I didn't understand a word of your polish language but all I saw was innocence
Child... no, please don't pucker up to the window
They're dirty and germ-infested
Just like a lot of places in this world are
Doesn't mean you won't survive...because I am
A lot of people will try to rob you of your innocence, sweet one
But the treasures of your heart belong to you alone
And those you choose to let in
I almost asked your mum for a picture of us
But then how can she be sure I'm not just some pervert
Because we do live in a perverse world
But just as I see purity and innocence in you
I pray you will always see that and much more
Because even in this ugly world
There will always be beauty around you
My sweet beautiful girl
So I have this wish to adopt a child from at least each continent....Big plans I know, but it's something I've always wanted. Anyway today after my breath-taking encounter with this child, I started would it work out? First I have to pray that my husband is someone who will like the idea of adopting a lot of kids plus the ones we have..but then there is the issue of raising non-nigerians in a nigerian culture...? I am still a bit lost about this...I mean there is nothing bad in raising them in the nigerian is just preserving each one's culture that will be a bit of work... Hhhmm.. Maybe opening a house for orphans will be a way out? I still have a lot of time to decide anyway.
Kk, I'm done being emotional... at least on here.
Have a fab weekend.

Monday, September 03, 2007

Random Gists + Foot In Mouth Again

Hey y'all. Hope you had fab weekends..

Anyway, I managed to do it again. Yes people. I, Mimi, after countless encounters with the sharp-mouthed children, still somehow managed to put my foot in my mouth again! This occured yesterday..I was waiting to go to a lady's house after church, then I saw this really sweet girl who was staring at me. I remembered how I probably used to stare at older 'aunties' in church when I was younger too, so I smiled back at her and struck a conversation. We were talking about her school and what she liked and didn't like. Then I asked her what she wanted to be when she got older.

L'il girl: I want to be a doctor

Mimi: Oh really, that's a big career hun!

L'il girl: Uh Uh.. I want to make lots of money!

Mimi: Well is that the only reason you want to be a doctor?

L'il girl: (pauses for a second and I was almost sure she would say yea! lol) I also want to make people get better..

Mimi: Yea, but you know it's a lot of hard-work right? Becoming a doctor.

L'il girl: Yea, i know. (she sighed) Have you been to a hospital aunty?

Mimi: Yea. I used to work in one, in fact.

L'il girl: Oh really??!!!

Mimi: Uh uh..

L'il girl: And you, like, saw the doctors make them get better?

Mimi: Yea, and I helped the doctors too.

L'il girl: Wow! How?

Mimi: In different ways hun, giving the patients their drugs...

L'il girl: (eyes bulging) Drugs????????????????????

Yea, don't even front, because I know a lot of you still mix that ish up. It was so much fun when I started work at the hospital as a HCA (grade 1 nurse), getting the patients to take their prescribed pills and tablets. Even some of them got confused with pills, they would tell you 'I'm not on any contraceptive pills' and when you said drugs, they'd just look at you like 'HUH?' Funny thing is that, all the nurses still refer to the tablet-giving hours as 'drug rounds'. Anyway I see this 'foot in mouth' thing becoming a series..

I recently found a new passion; flowers. Learning about them, buying them (for myself, selfish? no I don't think so). I don't know, flowers are sooo are so pretty! Here are the carnations i bought from M&S over the weekend.

So while shopping for them, this guy walks up to me and says 'are those for me?' I gave him this really weird look like, Commonnnnnn. then he said 'at least can i get them for you?' I was thinking, how long did it take you to think that? Lol.

So thinking of pick up lines...why oh why, do grown up 'hoodies' exist? i mean i understand if it is a teenage phase, but then you're a grown-up man and you're still rocking the whole 'hoody' outfit...I guess it's a culture I just won't get. Anyway that's not why I'm ranting, the reason I am ranting is because I was waiting at a stop recently one of them approached me and started talking about getting a number. I mean why do they think you can just walk up to a random stranger on a street and get their mobile phone number? Apparently that's what the 'young uns' do. Anyway he said something interesting to me, 'I do your religion, innit so can I have your number?'

Hhmm.. I thought for a split second, then realized he was refering to my pashmina which I had wrapped around my shoulders (to keep warm)...I had to smile there. It was funny. So he thought I was muslim because I had a pashmina..and I thought he was an old 'yob', (well he probably was lol)

I guess appearances count for a lot right? YEA!