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Archive for the month “March, 2010”

Nigerian authors

I love books. I enjoy reading. I blogged about my love of books and reading  here so I’m not going to do it again.

Anyway every now and again, I browse bookshops and amazon.co.uk to see what’s out there. I heard about a book titled ‘In my dreams, it was simpler’ written collectively by a group of bloggers headed by Tolulope Popoola, via a blog so went to amazon.co.uk to check it out.  Whilst doing this, I noticed several other titles by Nigerian authors.

I had no idea we had so many contemporary writers from Nigeria. I’m not sure what that reveals about my knowledge of the literary advancement Nigerians are making but I’m ashamed to admit that the forecast doesn’t look good. Read more…

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‘Demob happy’

This is what I am. That’s what Mo Cushla says at any rate.

Lately we seem to be having different conversations at the same time.  He tells me one thing, I hear something else. Later I ask him about the self-same thing he already told me about and deny any knowledge of him having told me. Then I refer to something I think I’ve told him about but he seems to have no clue what I’m on about.

He accused me of being ‘demob happy’. Not an expression I can claim to have heard before. So I asked him to explain. He sent me a link from Wikipedia. Below is an excerpt from the page; Read more…

Nigeria; In nostalgia

Born in England, I was four and a half years old when I moved back to Nigeria with my parents and older sister. I spent the next twenty-one years there and except for a few isolated incidents, my time in Nigeria was quite enjoyable unlike the traumatic experience it was for a lot of young ‘returnees’ that I know.

Below are some of my memories of my time there.

I remember arriving at the Lagos Murtala Mohammed International airport and seeing lizards lounging lazily on the walls as they soaked up the extremely hot sun rays. I ran, shrieking “Snakes, snakes”. This was my introduction to both the wild and domestic animals which sometimes freely roam the streets, houses or wherever else they may find refuge. Read more…

A weighty matter

Before I had kids, I never really noticed how big or small people were. They were just people regardless of their size. Weight had never really been an issue for me as I grew up skinny. I could eat as much as I wanted and never put on weight.  As a result, my father affectionately nicknamed me ‘Eat-and-grow-thin’, however, that all changed with having kids.

I gained more weight in pregnancy than I could ever have imagined (five stone/ 70lbs/ 32kg. And yes I know the figures in metric and imperial measurements!). This was in spite of maintaining my 4 times a week workout at the gym. Read more…

Idiomatic expressions

According to dictionary.com, an idiom is “an expression whose meaning is not predictable from the usual meanings of its constituent elements”. Simply put, an idiom is a word or group of words that express a meaning different from their usual meaning.

We hear idioms and idiomatic expressions used and use them ourselves every day. Sometimes they are used appropriately and other times, not, but I won’t go there because that’s not what this post is about. It is about some idiomatic expressions which are often used to describe me and how I feel about them. Read more…

“It’s a new dawn, it’s a new day, it’s a new life…”

It’s Friday morning. As I sit on the sofa writing this, my older boy, WEO,  is leaning on my arm watching CBeebies and the other, EDU, is doing roly-polies over my legs which are propped up on a footstool. Mo Cushla is out, working hard to bring home the bacon.

There are shreds of ripped-up magazine pages all over the floor. EDU, who turns 2 in a couple of months, is going through the paper-shredding phase so in a bid to stop him ripping any and everything, I gave him a magazine I would have chucked in the recycling bin. His older brother who is going to be 4 in three months, is also reliving that stage of his development. So we have enough pieces to make a nice collage. Someday, not today. Today I’ll write. Read more…

This has to stop!

Broken record doesn’t even come close to describing the way I sound every time I apologise for not updating this blog so I’m not going to.

No more apologies. No more excuses. And in the words of Mary J. Blige “no more drama”.

If this were someone else, I’d probably be saying to them “Just get on with it.” So here goes; Read more…

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