When I tell people I grew up in the village, they hardly ever believe me. I guess I'm just too tush (•^_^•). But it wasn't easy getting to this point o! I can't even relate to how long and how hard I've been working on my accent and behaviour and all that other stuff that makes people cool.
Anyhu, I had to go fetch water from the well today so I could take a bath. Yes, a well. We do not have running water because the inhabitants of the flat that houses the switch for the pump decided they don't want to be the ones pumping water with their own electricity anymore. So, yeah. No water. Anyway, I was fetching water and I thought back to being in the village.
The family compound was fairly big, and we had a well behind as well. As part of my "training", I was constantly made to fetch water for one thing or the other, so I got quite used to it. Only problem was it was high, and I was not so tall, so I had to climb up to the top to be able to drop the bucket in and pull it out. I almost fell in too many times to remember. Have you ever fallen into a well? What do you imagine it would be like if you happened to fall in and you were stuck there for a while because no one was around to help?
We had a party once. Well, we were always having parties (burials, and weddings and such), but this was a party especially for the kids. We put a tape in the radio and had drinks and abacha and danced around while our parents and grandfather watched and cheered. I remember it was really fun. I always loved spending time with my cousins. Except they were fond of doing mean stuff. Like one time they put that sparky stick thingy in my hair. I was really upset, because my hair was really pretty. They made up for it by helping me put a stick of banga in my uncle's shoe (•^_^•)
There was a white family that lived not too far away from us. They always let me come over and play because I was albino and they probably thought I was the only one there they could relate too. Their house was huge and they had a bull. I hated the ugly thing. It chased me once, and I tripped and tore my favourite skirt. I disliked skirts even more after that. The white girl was really fun, I think. Honestly, I don't remember much about her. Her parents never let her leave the house with me though.
*sigh* On cool nights, we would go outside and sit on mats and tell stories. The tortoise stories were always my favourite. I still love them. I laugh every time I think about one. Sometimes, I try to make up one of my own. It's really fun, but then I never get really far. I miss those nights. I wish I could have more of them. Just sitting or lying under the evening sky, talking and laughing about little infantile things.
We used to play games as well. Just basic hand and feet games. Nothing like hide n seek because hiding places were limited. And we only had a few minutes between chores.
Now, I can't stand to be in my village because "I've grown up" and "I'm now a big girl.". I miss it though. Will probably go visit soon. Hopefully it's a burial. I miss burial rice.
09 May, 2012
08 May, 2012
For Your Own Protection
LOL! Sorry about yesterday's "post". Was exhausted. Won't happen again :)
I'm sure we've all encountered one or two security men that are dedicated to and passionate about their jobs. If you haven't then... I don't even know.
Once, I decided, being the amazing friend that I am, to go over to a friend's place for a friendly visit. Firstly, the dolo gave me the wrong address. He told me his house is opposite a restaurant. Toh. So, I got in a cab and told the driver to take me to the restaurant. On arrival, I found out the only thing opposite the restaurant was a fence. The idiot's number wasn't going through. So, I had to start asking around for the street address. The street wasn't even the first one after the restaurant, oh! It was the second one. And it wasn't even the first house on the street.... Please. People. How is that "opposite"?
Anyway, I got to the gate, already hot, sweating and frustrated. I knocked for almost five minutes before he decided I was important enough for him to stand up from the bench under the tree on the other side of the street for. After he had walked past me, gone into the compound, and locked the gate behind him, he finally asked "Who you wan see?". I blurted out my friend's name, and he just stared and me blankly and replied "e no dey.". And I knew the ode was inside the house. Realising the security man probably thought I was asking about my friend's dad (they have the same name), I gave him another name. He told me no one by that name lived there. I was beyond tired. I just wanted to turn around and leave. Just at that moment the mumu now called me and I told him to please come and open the gate. He later explained to me the security man was under a specific instruction I can't be bothered to recall right now.
That's one instance. There have been several others where I've been left waiting outside, under the sun, while the security man went to go call the person. In most of these cases, I'm sure they usually just went back into their little houses and never really went to call anyone. I've sat at security posts waiting for the person I went to see to come get me, and I've been denied entrance because I didn't provided a proper address in the guest register.
I just want to know if these men that are so dedicated to the safety of the people that dwell within the compound they've been hired to protect are paid more than the ones that go missing and leave the gate unmanned and even open sometimes. I mean they have to be, right? What else could they possibly be doing all that sassaprocco for? Is it really "pride in their work"? Really? Really really?
At unilag yesterday, a man I assume is a security officer almost beat up one fellow who was ironing in the engineering theatre. I couldn't stop laughing. He was so upset about it. Asking the boy how he expects to grow up to be a responsible person. Saying stuff like it's because of selfish and inconsiderate people like him that the country won't prosper. Two other guys had to go hold him back. For ironing! It was another issue when my friend went to meet him to please unlock the door because he'd forgotten his phone inside.
I'm tempted to write something about police too, but I really don't have the mental strength right now.
Thanks for showing up. (•^_^•)
I'm sure we've all encountered one or two security men that are dedicated to and passionate about their jobs. If you haven't then... I don't even know.
Once, I decided, being the amazing friend that I am, to go over to a friend's place for a friendly visit. Firstly, the dolo gave me the wrong address. He told me his house is opposite a restaurant. Toh. So, I got in a cab and told the driver to take me to the restaurant. On arrival, I found out the only thing opposite the restaurant was a fence. The idiot's number wasn't going through. So, I had to start asking around for the street address. The street wasn't even the first one after the restaurant, oh! It was the second one. And it wasn't even the first house on the street.... Please. People. How is that "opposite"?
Anyway, I got to the gate, already hot, sweating and frustrated. I knocked for almost five minutes before he decided I was important enough for him to stand up from the bench under the tree on the other side of the street for. After he had walked past me, gone into the compound, and locked the gate behind him, he finally asked "Who you wan see?". I blurted out my friend's name, and he just stared and me blankly and replied "e no dey.". And I knew the ode was inside the house. Realising the security man probably thought I was asking about my friend's dad (they have the same name), I gave him another name. He told me no one by that name lived there. I was beyond tired. I just wanted to turn around and leave. Just at that moment the mumu now called me and I told him to please come and open the gate. He later explained to me the security man was under a specific instruction I can't be bothered to recall right now.
That's one instance. There have been several others where I've been left waiting outside, under the sun, while the security man went to go call the person. In most of these cases, I'm sure they usually just went back into their little houses and never really went to call anyone. I've sat at security posts waiting for the person I went to see to come get me, and I've been denied entrance because I didn't provided a proper address in the guest register.
I just want to know if these men that are so dedicated to the safety of the people that dwell within the compound they've been hired to protect are paid more than the ones that go missing and leave the gate unmanned and even open sometimes. I mean they have to be, right? What else could they possibly be doing all that sassaprocco for? Is it really "pride in their work"? Really? Really really?
At unilag yesterday, a man I assume is a security officer almost beat up one fellow who was ironing in the engineering theatre. I couldn't stop laughing. He was so upset about it. Asking the boy how he expects to grow up to be a responsible person. Saying stuff like it's because of selfish and inconsiderate people like him that the country won't prosper. Two other guys had to go hold him back. For ironing! It was another issue when my friend went to meet him to please unlock the door because he'd forgotten his phone inside.
I'm tempted to write something about police too, but I really don't have the mental strength right now.
Thanks for showing up. (•^_^•)
07 May, 2012
Another Post
*opens curtains*
Well. I have no idea what I'm gonna write about. Kinda forgot I had to do this, and time is escaping :(
I wanna talk about a lot of stuff though. But I don't want to rush them. So, I guess this is just a I'm-putting-something-up-so-you-don't-silently-judge-me post :D
I wish we could make it a therapy session. Like, you'd tell me your problems and aches in the comments section and I would come back to address them. Unfortunately, we all know how reliable network is.
Hmm...
Okay. So, I actually really like to knit. I recently started making mufflers again. Well, I don't really knit. I crotchet. It's cooler :D
Also, I used to play basketball. And soccer. I dislike lawn tennis. And table tennis. They both suck. Massively. Volleyball is crap. I can't swim very well. I'm awesome with the javelin and shotput.
I'm a picky eater, and thus I am annoying. But I like food. I think. I definitely love chocolate. And Ribena. I tend to stick to things I'm already accustomed to. So...
*sigh* I'm tired. Good night.
Well. I have no idea what I'm gonna write about. Kinda forgot I had to do this, and time is escaping :(
I wanna talk about a lot of stuff though. But I don't want to rush them. So, I guess this is just a I'm-putting-something-up-so-you-don't-silently-judge-me post :D
I wish we could make it a therapy session. Like, you'd tell me your problems and aches in the comments section and I would come back to address them. Unfortunately, we all know how reliable network is.
Hmm...
Okay. So, I actually really like to knit. I recently started making mufflers again. Well, I don't really knit. I crotchet. It's cooler :D
Also, I used to play basketball. And soccer. I dislike lawn tennis. And table tennis. They both suck. Massively. Volleyball is crap. I can't swim very well. I'm awesome with the javelin and shotput.
I'm a picky eater, and thus I am annoying. But I like food. I think. I definitely love chocolate. And Ribena. I tend to stick to things I'm already accustomed to. So...
*sigh* I'm tired. Good night.
06 May, 2012
Sunny In Philadelphia
You know how you're depressed, lonely, and everything just seems to keep going wrong for you and then someone comes along and cheers you up and makes you believe it's all gonna be ok and then goes ahead to promise he/she will always be there for you? Yeah? Well, don't believe it. It's a scam. Okay. Maybe 'scam' is too strong a word. But, seriously.
Oh! I just thought of something. Ok. Did you ever play that "bend down" game? You know, the one where every forms a circle and then start singing "yo yo yo! African bend down!". Yeah, that one. You know how you're having fun bending down for people to clap over your head? Well, until you forget to bend and then you're out of the circle and forced to watch everyone else enjoy the game. The way people feel about you is almost exactly like that. (I'm not sure if this is a good enough analogy, but I'm just gonna keep going)
You see, all this time you're hanging on to this person who seems to always know what to say when you're lost or confused. Always knows how to cheer you up when you feel down. Makes you laugh... fills your head with silly delusions of being "special". Some will even tell you they "love" you. Oh! And if someone ever says to you "I will always be here for you.", you might wanna hold your excited squeal in for a bit. I'm not saying they don't care. I'm "always" and "forever" are long shots.
One day, you'll notice things changing. You'll go from talking/chatting all day long to maybe a couple of times a day. Then a few days a week. And then you'll wonder why you haven't heard from said person in weeks. You watch from a distance as their attention falls on someone else. All your needs they seemed to care so deeply about just cast to the wind. You're back at square one. Lonely and miserable. But it's worse. Because now you have to pretend you can get along without them. It sucks. Big time. Even more when you opened up to that person more than you ever have with anyone else.
In summary, everyone leaves. Some will stay longer than others, but, in the end, they will all leave. I guess it's just an issue of enjoying what you have while it lasts. Treasure every phone call and chat and DM, because one day you'll wake up just to discover the DMs were deleted. I should probably mention it's not the brightest idea to ask said person why he/she doesn't care about you anymore. Bad idea. Very bad idea.
While we're talking about sucky things, I also got fired today. You see, when you're slaving away, hunting news down, helping people paraphrase a story so it comes off as their "original" work, and posting stories all because the person you're working for has some sort of condition, it's fine. But if you decided to take a break because you're going through a rough time, and your meds aren't really helping, then you get fired. From a job you're not getting paid for.
But that's part of life, you see? No one gives a fuck about you. But in retrospect, I guess it was my fault. I took the job "for experience" even though everyone kept telling me how it was such a bad idea. I also got excited when I was offered another job with another site. But that soon appeared to be nothing more than an incentive to keep working my butt off. You know how you put a monkey on a treadmill and dangle a bunch of bananas in front of him so he runs faster even though he isn't really going anywhere? Yeah. Like that. Worse than that, I felt guilty every time I couldn't come through because of his "condition". But, oh well ¯\..(•͡.̮ •͡ )../¯
So, that's all the rant I have in me for tonight. Thanks for reading.
Peace, love & Ribena (‾⌣‾)♉
Oh! I just thought of something. Ok. Did you ever play that "bend down" game? You know, the one where every forms a circle and then start singing "yo yo yo! African bend down!". Yeah, that one. You know how you're having fun bending down for people to clap over your head? Well, until you forget to bend and then you're out of the circle and forced to watch everyone else enjoy the game. The way people feel about you is almost exactly like that. (I'm not sure if this is a good enough analogy, but I'm just gonna keep going)
You see, all this time you're hanging on to this person who seems to always know what to say when you're lost or confused. Always knows how to cheer you up when you feel down. Makes you laugh... fills your head with silly delusions of being "special". Some will even tell you they "love" you. Oh! And if someone ever says to you "I will always be here for you.", you might wanna hold your excited squeal in for a bit. I'm not saying they don't care. I'm "always" and "forever" are long shots.
One day, you'll notice things changing. You'll go from talking/chatting all day long to maybe a couple of times a day. Then a few days a week. And then you'll wonder why you haven't heard from said person in weeks. You watch from a distance as their attention falls on someone else. All your needs they seemed to care so deeply about just cast to the wind. You're back at square one. Lonely and miserable. But it's worse. Because now you have to pretend you can get along without them. It sucks. Big time. Even more when you opened up to that person more than you ever have with anyone else.
In summary, everyone leaves. Some will stay longer than others, but, in the end, they will all leave. I guess it's just an issue of enjoying what you have while it lasts. Treasure every phone call and chat and DM, because one day you'll wake up just to discover the DMs were deleted. I should probably mention it's not the brightest idea to ask said person why he/she doesn't care about you anymore. Bad idea. Very bad idea.
While we're talking about sucky things, I also got fired today. You see, when you're slaving away, hunting news down, helping people paraphrase a story so it comes off as their "original" work, and posting stories all because the person you're working for has some sort of condition, it's fine. But if you decided to take a break because you're going through a rough time, and your meds aren't really helping, then you get fired. From a job you're not getting paid for.
But that's part of life, you see? No one gives a fuck about you. But in retrospect, I guess it was my fault. I took the job "for experience" even though everyone kept telling me how it was such a bad idea. I also got excited when I was offered another job with another site. But that soon appeared to be nothing more than an incentive to keep working my butt off. You know how you put a monkey on a treadmill and dangle a bunch of bananas in front of him so he runs faster even though he isn't really going anywhere? Yeah. Like that. Worse than that, I felt guilty every time I couldn't come through because of his "condition". But, oh well ¯\..(•͡.̮ •͡ )../¯
So, that's all the rant I have in me for tonight. Thanks for reading.
Peace, love & Ribena (‾⌣‾)♉
05 May, 2012
Forgive and Forget
Firstly, if you haven't seen Avengers you should. You really should. As soon as possible. You know how people overhype a certain movie (*cough* hunger games) and it turns out to be crap (*cough* hunger games *cough*)? This isn't one of those times. That movie is mad yo! I might even go watch it again.
Now that that's out of the way, on to today's post. Honestly, I had a super exciting day. And then it rained. And I had to hustle to get home. I am exhausted. I was not built for this Lagos struggle. But, because I'm dedicated to you, and this challenge, and I'm watching revenge, I've decided to go ahead and write this. Forgive me if it's brief.
So. Forgive and forget. We've all heard it too many times to count. I'm not even going to bother going through the whole "Is it easy to forgive AND forget?" issue. I'm just going to share a few thoughts and then go to bed.
A while ago, a family (a single mom raising three kids on her own) was financially unstable. Like, they were really in the gutter. And then this man saunter's into the life of the mother. Well, not "saunter" exactly. More like rode in on a white horse, armour all aglitter. He helped out financially, and provided moral support and all that. Weeks, months, a year passed, and it seemed like he wasn't going anywhere. Like he was the one that would stay.
Now, as life would have it, he went into business with the mum. They were to do a contract together and had an agreement on how the profits would be shared. The contract was executed and everyone was waiting to get paid. There was no problem when days stretched into weeks, cuz government always delays and all. But then when weeks stretched into months. Eventually, it was discovered that the guy had collected the payment a long time ago and disappeared with the money.
Needless to say, things got really horrible really fast. I won't stretch out the story by going into the whole, sad story.
Point is. If you were a child in that family, understanding what happened, knowing it would be tight getting the money to pay the next semester's fees, seeing your mother depressed and sinking into old bad habits, what would you do? Would it be so easy to "forgive and forget"?
I know forgiveness is really important if you want to completely get over something horrible that was done to you. Yeah, I do. But if you HAVE to forget to truly forgive. Then does anyone really ever forgive? Because I know a lot of people never really forget. Something almost always happen to bring the memory back.
I'm gonna go to bed now. Sweet dreams cupcakes :)
Now that that's out of the way, on to today's post. Honestly, I had a super exciting day. And then it rained. And I had to hustle to get home. I am exhausted. I was not built for this Lagos struggle. But, because I'm dedicated to you, and this challenge, and I'm watching revenge, I've decided to go ahead and write this. Forgive me if it's brief.
So. Forgive and forget. We've all heard it too many times to count. I'm not even going to bother going through the whole "Is it easy to forgive AND forget?" issue. I'm just going to share a few thoughts and then go to bed.
A while ago, a family (a single mom raising three kids on her own) was financially unstable. Like, they were really in the gutter. And then this man saunter's into the life of the mother. Well, not "saunter" exactly. More like rode in on a white horse, armour all aglitter. He helped out financially, and provided moral support and all that. Weeks, months, a year passed, and it seemed like he wasn't going anywhere. Like he was the one that would stay.
Now, as life would have it, he went into business with the mum. They were to do a contract together and had an agreement on how the profits would be shared. The contract was executed and everyone was waiting to get paid. There was no problem when days stretched into weeks, cuz government always delays and all. But then when weeks stretched into months. Eventually, it was discovered that the guy had collected the payment a long time ago and disappeared with the money.
Needless to say, things got really horrible really fast. I won't stretch out the story by going into the whole, sad story.
Point is. If you were a child in that family, understanding what happened, knowing it would be tight getting the money to pay the next semester's fees, seeing your mother depressed and sinking into old bad habits, what would you do? Would it be so easy to "forgive and forget"?
I know forgiveness is really important if you want to completely get over something horrible that was done to you. Yeah, I do. But if you HAVE to forget to truly forgive. Then does anyone really ever forgive? Because I know a lot of people never really forget. Something almost always happen to bring the memory back.
I'm gonna go to bed now. Sweet dreams cupcakes :)
04 May, 2012
The Wedding Planner
Haven't been to a wedding in ages (over a year, to be precise), and I think I kinda lost interest in the whole thing. I used to love going before. Every wednesday service in church, they would announce the people getting married that weekend and encourage to congregation to "come out and show support". So, every saturday, I would wake up, do whatever I had to do around the house, bathe, put on a pretty dress, and sit in my sitting room patiently waiting. As soon as 12:30 reached, I'd start heading to the reception. Did this every saturday, for almost a year. The way people were just marrying, it was like people were rushing the thing.
Anyhu, a family around here where I currently reside has recently been preparing for an upcoming wedding. Cooking, buying gifts, animals, etc. Yesterday, they even fought over whether they were to cook the rice or make the soup first. It was not a small something. And then someone invited me to a wedding today, and I was super excited. Hadn't had wedding cake or wedding rice in a REALLY long time, so I was thrilled. Didn't matter to me whether I knew the couple or not. It didn't matter that year I attended all those weddings either.
After attending a wedding I wasn't invited to, and eating free food that was probably apportioned to someone else, I decided I was going to share my wedding plans with you guys tonight. I'm still unsure whether or not I will really get married, but if and when I decide to, consider this a rough draft of what you should expect.
Attendance: Let's get this straight. I want a SMALL wedding. I'm not really into the idea of people I don't know or particularly like being at my wedding. What do people need that large crowd for? Moral support? Validation? If you need either of those things from anyone (strangers especially) one your wedding day, of all days, then you probably shouldn't be getting married in the first place. It's supposed to be MY special day, innit? So, there will be 50 people at my wedding. A maximum of 80 (if my future husband is skilled at negotiation).
Date: To ensure that my wedding does not attract strays and an unnecessary crowd, it will be on a weekday. That way, only those who were invited and/or truly care will be there.
Venue: I haven't really settled on this yet. I've always thought it would be awesome to get married in a garden somewhere. But it kinda seems like everyone in Nigeria must marry inside church. Am I wrong? Cuz I would love to get married in a garden. Then it now makes me wonder which garden in Nigeria is even remotely close to the splendour of the one garden in my dreams. If the garden doesn't work out, then I guess I'd have to go with the church. A friend of mine also shared an idea I've decided to borrow. He said he'll get married in Obudu just so people won't come. I think that's a brilliant idea. Whatever keeps my wedding attendance below hundred is at the top of my list (•^_^•)
Reception: The idea of the reception is to have fun, so invited guests will be allowed to bring along a plus one. Haven't decided if the reception is gonna be the same day of the wedding or over the weekend though. I think the weekend will be better. Maybe. But then how sensible would it be? Oh well ¯\..(•͡.̮ •͡ )../¯
Item 12: Refreshments :D My favourite part! I love buffets, so I'm definitely gonna have mine at my reception. The walls of the building lined with tables laden with an assortment of delicacies. Food is very important to me, so rest assured there won't be a shortage at my reception. I'm not going to have people serving cuz I know how these Nigerian caterers can be. Hiding food and reducing people's rations so they can take the extra home. It's disgusting. I've fought with several of them at several weddings over this issue. Never mind that I wasn't invited in the first place.
Cake: There will be more than one cake. I got the idea from watching food network. The couple's friends designed like five different cakes for them. The cakes were positioned at different parts of the room, and they cut them all, and let the guest go round and cut slices for themselves. I want something like that. Also, there'll be mini, muffin-sized versions of the cakes packed in cute little boxes for people to take home with them.
Music: I'll most likely just get a friend to DJ. Nigerian bands annoy me, as well as Nigerian DJs. So, I'll just hook my ipod or whatever up and let the songs play from there. I have a pretty decent music collection. I've decided my first dance with my husband should be to Stranger Like Me by Phil Collins. I've always loved that song.
Dress Code: LOL! Almost forgot to talk about this. The colour scheme for my wedding will be Black & Pink. Unless, of course, I find two new favourite colours before then. I want my wedding dress to be black, and my husband's suit to be pink. I think we'll look SO adorable. I haven't decided what style of dress I want to wear, but it's definitely gonna be simple. Of people will allow me, I'll probably just wear jeans and t-shirt to the wedding sef. As for the guest, they can wear whatever they like. I don't care much for all those ankara things. It sha has to be in the colour scheme.
I think that's about it. Souvenirs and IVs and other stuff will be dependant on what's cool at the time. I feel like I'm leaving out something, but I really can't place a finger on it...
...Guess it's not important.
So, that's it. Feel free to share ideas I should probably consider, or your own little wedding plans if you're so compelled.
Pilz out (‾⌣‾)♉
Anyhu, a family around here where I currently reside has recently been preparing for an upcoming wedding. Cooking, buying gifts, animals, etc. Yesterday, they even fought over whether they were to cook the rice or make the soup first. It was not a small something. And then someone invited me to a wedding today, and I was super excited. Hadn't had wedding cake or wedding rice in a REALLY long time, so I was thrilled. Didn't matter to me whether I knew the couple or not. It didn't matter that year I attended all those weddings either.
After attending a wedding I wasn't invited to, and eating free food that was probably apportioned to someone else, I decided I was going to share my wedding plans with you guys tonight. I'm still unsure whether or not I will really get married, but if and when I decide to, consider this a rough draft of what you should expect.
Attendance: Let's get this straight. I want a SMALL wedding. I'm not really into the idea of people I don't know or particularly like being at my wedding. What do people need that large crowd for? Moral support? Validation? If you need either of those things from anyone (strangers especially) one your wedding day, of all days, then you probably shouldn't be getting married in the first place. It's supposed to be MY special day, innit? So, there will be 50 people at my wedding. A maximum of 80 (if my future husband is skilled at negotiation).
Date: To ensure that my wedding does not attract strays and an unnecessary crowd, it will be on a weekday. That way, only those who were invited and/or truly care will be there.
Venue: I haven't really settled on this yet. I've always thought it would be awesome to get married in a garden somewhere. But it kinda seems like everyone in Nigeria must marry inside church. Am I wrong? Cuz I would love to get married in a garden. Then it now makes me wonder which garden in Nigeria is even remotely close to the splendour of the one garden in my dreams. If the garden doesn't work out, then I guess I'd have to go with the church. A friend of mine also shared an idea I've decided to borrow. He said he'll get married in Obudu just so people won't come. I think that's a brilliant idea. Whatever keeps my wedding attendance below hundred is at the top of my list (•^_^•)
Reception: The idea of the reception is to have fun, so invited guests will be allowed to bring along a plus one. Haven't decided if the reception is gonna be the same day of the wedding or over the weekend though. I think the weekend will be better. Maybe. But then how sensible would it be? Oh well ¯\..(•͡.̮ •͡ )../¯
Item 12: Refreshments :D My favourite part! I love buffets, so I'm definitely gonna have mine at my reception. The walls of the building lined with tables laden with an assortment of delicacies. Food is very important to me, so rest assured there won't be a shortage at my reception. I'm not going to have people serving cuz I know how these Nigerian caterers can be. Hiding food and reducing people's rations so they can take the extra home. It's disgusting. I've fought with several of them at several weddings over this issue. Never mind that I wasn't invited in the first place.
Cake: There will be more than one cake. I got the idea from watching food network. The couple's friends designed like five different cakes for them. The cakes were positioned at different parts of the room, and they cut them all, and let the guest go round and cut slices for themselves. I want something like that. Also, there'll be mini, muffin-sized versions of the cakes packed in cute little boxes for people to take home with them.
Music: I'll most likely just get a friend to DJ. Nigerian bands annoy me, as well as Nigerian DJs. So, I'll just hook my ipod or whatever up and let the songs play from there. I have a pretty decent music collection. I've decided my first dance with my husband should be to Stranger Like Me by Phil Collins. I've always loved that song.
Dress Code: LOL! Almost forgot to talk about this. The colour scheme for my wedding will be Black & Pink. Unless, of course, I find two new favourite colours before then. I want my wedding dress to be black, and my husband's suit to be pink. I think we'll look SO adorable. I haven't decided what style of dress I want to wear, but it's definitely gonna be simple. Of people will allow me, I'll probably just wear jeans and t-shirt to the wedding sef. As for the guest, they can wear whatever they like. I don't care much for all those ankara things. It sha has to be in the colour scheme.
I think that's about it. Souvenirs and IVs and other stuff will be dependant on what's cool at the time. I feel like I'm leaving out something, but I really can't place a finger on it...
...Guess it's not important.
So, that's it. Feel free to share ideas I should probably consider, or your own little wedding plans if you're so compelled.
Pilz out (‾⌣‾)♉
03 May, 2012
The Introduction
So, yesterday I put up a post. Yayness! I know. Especially considering how dry this place has been.
Please understand it was not my intention to totally abandon this blog. I actually intended to keep putting up stuff here, but it just never happened (awwww). Which is why, to make you happy (of course), I have decided to come back to blogging here. :D My old new blog is now temporarily on hold. To those who were actually following the story there, I apologise. I have something uber special and amazing planned for you :D
I'm trying to get back in the swing of things, so I'm starting with the 30 Day Challenge thing. Fret not. This won't be all drab and boring like last year's own. It's just going to be a series of random posts. Whatever I can think to write about, really. As it turns out, I'm having a problem writing actual stories at the moment so :( Also, I intend to finish the challenge this year (clap for me).
So, I guess that's it. Feel free to chip in wherever you deem fit. I'm really just doing this as a distraction from the black hole of depression that is my life. :)
Yes, I realise this post should have gone up yesterday and yesterday's today. But I need you to ask yourself one thing: "Who really cares?"
Please understand it was not my intention to totally abandon this blog. I actually intended to keep putting up stuff here, but it just never happened (awwww). Which is why, to make you happy (of course), I have decided to come back to blogging here. :D My old new blog is now temporarily on hold. To those who were actually following the story there, I apologise. I have something uber special and amazing planned for you :D
I'm trying to get back in the swing of things, so I'm starting with the 30 Day Challenge thing. Fret not. This won't be all drab and boring like last year's own. It's just going to be a series of random posts. Whatever I can think to write about, really. As it turns out, I'm having a problem writing actual stories at the moment so :( Also, I intend to finish the challenge this year (clap for me).
So, I guess that's it. Feel free to chip in wherever you deem fit. I'm really just doing this as a distraction from the black hole of depression that is my life. :)
Yes, I realise this post should have gone up yesterday and yesterday's today. But I need you to ask yourself one thing: "Who really cares?"
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