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I like to describe myself as boring.
You know those sorta people yeah? All their activities start and end indoors, within a few random books or in-front of the PC. I think them boring too. I am one of them.
They say Life is like a canvas; it begins blank, but everyday is another brush stroke.
If my life was left to me in my room, with my random books and my PC, I swear my canvas would be full of black, white and grey. x_x
But then I have all’o y’all!
You listen to me and read my ever infrequent boring posts. You keep up with my crap (I know it’s a lot), make me laugh crazy out loud, get my absolutely boring jokes that only I understand. You hear me repeat the same old -supposedly interesting – stories about my dad, my sister and my momma, and still smile through it. You take the pain to explain your jokes – cuz I’m usually slow, holla even though I never stay in touch and basically not only accept my weird complexities but embrace them.
I know I’m the goofest goof there is and I don’t show it or say it enough, but I’m grateful.
Grateful you are in my life and you bring all these splashes of green and purple and yellow, and red and pink, turquoise, cyan – that new colour I just learnt – aubergine! You make my canvas full of energy and it’s the sweetest thing.
This is certainly not the best way to say thank you, considering you might not see it early enough, but you will, ’cause I know you’re out here lurking from time to time 😉
Y’all are my reason to believe
- While we struggle with our daily lives – work, relationships, family, life! – we portray pieces of perfection only. Depicting each day like it was straight out of a cookie jar.
- We spend a little too much time perusing unnecessary details about other people’s lives on the Internet. Thanks Mark.
- We indulge, everyday, biting at tiny bits around the edges of disaster. Only after we’ve nibbled halfway into the pie and see tragedy looming, we set out – obviously too late – to make amends.
- We spend too little time thinking and all the time talking.
- Better yet, we say things we really haven’t thought through.
- We live in the present and selectively forget the past, and the people in it, and the blessings they brought, and the joy they shared.
- We are so carried away with proving unnecessary points, everything loses value.
- We say things we do not mean. Make promises we would not keep. Take commitments we would not carry through.
- The objects of our desires are usually the ones with huge stop signs ahead. We move towards it any way.
- We kill cockroaches without realising they have a life, a dream and a family too.
- Better yet, we just don’t care enough.
The world is skewed, because you and I make it that way.
Disclaimer: This does not apply to all 24 year olds and older, I mean, I’ve only been 24 for a few hours *shrug* Some sorta twisted note to self? Yeah, somewhat.
- It’s your last year in the 18-24 demography, from next year, you’re going to start ticking the second line on all those many forms you’d be filling. How’s about making this year count?
- If you aren’t living your dreams by now, please what are you doing? No no no, Baz Luhrman’s Sunscreen message saying “Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life, the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don’t” does not apply. It simply DOES NOT! Solomon became king as a little child, ya too old auntee!
- WAKE UP! You see how you still think relationships are like tinko tinko, when you’re already going for all your friends’ omugwo… you had better start ensuring all your dates are close in proximity to Ikoyi registry. Silent reminders are hugely effective.
- I know, I know, you think disheveled hair is sexy. I’ll just break it to you – it’s not. It’s untidy. And why do you have to keep it tidy? The girls out there are not smiling, see point 3 again. 😀
- You see all those work outs you’ve only been having in your head and your timetable, you gattta start them now! Metabolism weel soon start slowing down and fat seeping in. Yes, ya now older!
- From now on, when anyone randomly asks your hobbies, you should say – with gusto – “Cooking! Oh I love cooking!”. Grown women cook everything without breaking a sweat. Kinda. (When the kitchen is well ventilated)
- Be all sorts of sweet to yourself. All sorts. You want a getaway trip; save up for it and go! You want a fancy dinner at some top notch restaurant; grab your girlfriends (that’s what they’re there for!) or your boyfriend (Stay in the ladies till the cheque is paid), and go! You simply owe yourself your happiness, so never hold back on all the little things that stir it in.
- Family isn’t just everything, they’ll always be everything. Treat them that way.
- STOP STOP STOP cutting back on your me-time to do the most unimportant stuff. It annoys all of us in here. Solitude is bliss – E.V.E.R.Y.T.I.M.E. – signed, The Introvert.
- Outside cooking, find a real hobby or hobbies. However weird it is, it’s yours. No one can take it away. See, every girl has four primary needs – God, an active hobby, a sound mind and friends with sound minds. These needs give you a life, basically. One worth living.
- Always get yourself a smashing birthday gift, every year. It’s a necessary. Makes keeping track of the years fun. I think.
- There are NO fairytales. There are pictures you paint, that may be fairytaly and you have to work towards with grit and faith. That’s the most you get where fairytales are concerned.
- Keep your words short and as bonds. If you won’t do it, don’t say it. As you get older, your words do too, and how you handle them is what you’d soon be known for.
- Never EVER lose your soul to this world in a quest to gain vanity.
- Pray everytime. When you’re pooping, eating, running, sleeping… EVERYTIME! Prayer is what your life hangs unto. Don’t ever forget that.
- No one is perfect, embrace the journey as we all try to figure it out.
- Don’t settle for a life less than the faintest picture your ever painted. Even the ones where you are at a Karaoke bar performing some crazy hit single and there’s a standing ovation when you’re done – don’t settle for singing to your self in the shower. -_-
- You should spend more time doing the chicken dance than sitting quietly in the corner. Wacky is you. You’d always be that way. Don’t let no one – and no age – take it away from you.
- Be grateful and stay happy, it’s the secret to being forever young .
- We are 24!
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Middle Seat.”
‘Cuz I like to paint the perfect picture everytime;
If you know a bit about Lagos, Nigeria, you do know it’s largely divided into many sects; the most profound division being the Islanders and the Mainlanders.
There’s this mini sect between the two, we’re the “betweeners”
We basically dwell on the mainland, but we spend the most part of our weeks on the Island. I like to think that we’re simply waiting for fate to take it’s course and we’d move up! Literally!
So, everyday, I take a bus to the island, to get to work.
Now, I’d like to cue in again, that in some unexplainable way, there’s some sorta communal feeling when you’re on a bus in the wee hours of the morning. So, we catch the last bit of the sleep we missed together, our heads falling on each other’s shoulders unexpectedly. Then, we wake up and have devotion together; the unexpected preacher starting off with “Let’s just zing diz worship song together” after which we get off wishing each other perfect days.
Mine has an extra twist to it, ‘cuz I take the same bus from the same spot every day, so at least 70% of the people on my bus are the same, everyday! All that’s left is to pack lunch boxes for everyone, in the spirit of communal living. Really.
On random days, roughly between the traffic and the fatigue, the person sitting next to me just glances my way… It’s always my cue to plug my ears and start nodding enthusiatically to
sometimes no song.
I’m not a snob. I’m just following instructions and avoiding a weird play of events.
On a given day, some months back, for some reason, the person sitting next to me and I were the only two awake. When he glanced my way, I reached into my bag quickly to avoid the conversation I was sure was coming. I had no earphones.
He waited a bit till I was settled and then began his onslaught. The conversation went thus:
Stranger: I’ve been seeing you everyday, you work on the island?
Me: Karimu Kotun
Stranger: No, I meant the name of the office.
Me: You wouldn’t know it
Stranger: Oh, Ok. I work on the Island as well. You might not know it too.
Stranger: Ahn ahn. Won’t you ask to see if you know it
Stranger: What’s your name?
Stranger: That’s a beautiful name
Stranger: You won’t ask for my name
Stranger: Are you always like this? Giving one word answers and all…
Me: My parents said not to talk to strangers
*Conductor screaming “Obalende bole o*
I shuffle off quickly, leaving Mr. Stranger bewildered
I’m not a snob. I’m obedient. 😀