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Life With My Boy : Things They Don’t Tell You

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I have a great respect and love for websites and blogs that help young parents by telling them what to expect at each stage of a child’s growth.

However I have found out that they don’t tell you everything.

No one told me that between the ages of two & three, toddlers would be able to take Selfies with smart phones.

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As techy as I claim to be, I have to admit that I didn’t know ‘reverse camera’ was used for Selfies until my son started using it. Ye!

He also records & plays videosĀ  and expertly uses the YouVersion Children’s Bible App on my phone (how much is that tab for kiddies again?)

The other day, I heard a voice say ‘What’s up men?’ And I practically froze. I had to be sure it was coming from my 3 year old.

Most recently, in the bathroom, while having his bath, he sang ‘Don Doro bucci‘ and before I knew it I had gone like ‘Eh, who taught you?’.

I do try my best not to panic or overreact as toddlers pick things fast and all but then…. Mothers are Mothers biko

Funny thing is, he still can’t answer to ‘Who taught you?’ so my questions are always answered with ‘It’s me!’

We’ve resorted to listening closely to him and trying to teach him what’s appropriate and what’s not.

The other day I said ‘Say after me, that’s inappropriate’. Lol. I can’t even begin to spell what he pronounced. Afterall, he’s only just a 3 year old.

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An Nsala Soup Story

Nsala Soup

 

Kwraa, Kwraa, Kwraa… went the sound of the knife as it cut through the Uziza leaves. The pot of Nsala soup went putu, putu, putu as it boiled on the Cooker. I dropped the knife, stirred the soup, dropped a little in the palm of my hand and tasted it for the upteempth time. I felt a bit unsure of the taste.

At that instant, my mind flashed back to one time in the University when I was really uncertain about something. We had travelled all the way from Enugu to Owerri to attend the Zonal Easter Conference of the Nigeria Fellowship of Evangelical Students.

It must have been that evening or maybe the next, the guest speaker (I can’t remember his name but he was huge, fair in complexion with full hair) said that God would be releasing the gift of prophecy to many people in the congregation that night. Silently, I wondered if I’d be amongst them.

We then began to pray and sing to the Lord and then I felt this tightening in my stomach, it was as though I had drank a bowl of cement mixture and on landing in my tummy, it solidified. Next, I felt my body vibrating internally as the power of the HolyGhost moved me. This was a much more gentle vibration, not like when someone is shocked by electric currents or struck by a thunderbolt.

Then, I felt like something was rising from my heart, through my throat and then out of mouth, like I just had to say something. OMG! I thought, what was happening here? I felt really unsure about what I was supposed to say.

Anyway, I heard my voice praying really loud, in a language that was not English, Igbo, French or other languages that I imagined I could speak. I was praying in tongues and then … the words came rolling out in English. I was prophesying… Wow!

I spoke so hesistantly, afraid of saying what the Lord did not say… ‘thus says the Lord’… I really can’t recall the other things I said. After that awesome experience, I would go on to prophesy during prayer meetings but I was usually unsure of myself when I started out.

As I grew in faith and in the understanding of God’s word, I became more certain that I would say the right things based on God’s Word and the inspiration of the Holy Spirit, so I spoke with so much ease and it just kept getting better.

I stirred the soup again, dropped a little in my hand and licked it up. The taste of the Uziza leaves did make a difference afterall. I was still a bit unsure though as I served it and I simply told my hubby ‘this is the worst Nsala soup I’ve made in a while.’

What a huge relief it was when he ate it and said it tasted really nice (hubby can cook and he doesn’t pay pretend compliments).

The End.

Picture courtesy of http://www.nigerianfoodtv.com

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Life With My Boy: OMG! He’s 3!!!!

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Listening to my son lately, I see how much he’s so grown and today he hits the big 3 without the 0! LOL.

I remember recently in Church, he was sitting besides me and then started showing me his gentleman tendencies.

First he reached up and touched my hair:

Son: Mummy, your hair is beautiful.

Wow! Was I touched? I smiled and thanked him. I had a unique hairstyle on and people had been complimenting me.

Then he reached for my face

Son: Mummy, your lips are beautiful

I was practically blushing as I said thank you. I was wearing red lipstick. He then pointed to my eyebrows:

Son: Mummy, your eyelashes  (he meant eyebrows) beautiful.

Wow! My every morning struggle of getting the perfect curve on my brows. Lol.

Then he pointed to his Dad and said

Son: Mummy, see Daddy’s head, it’s big!

Oh my God! I couldn’t hold back the laughter even as I told my hubby later on.

Actually, my son thinks big is a compliment and loves to show of his big tummy! So we do have to condone some shirtless days at home. Lol.

Happy birthday to my adorable 3 year old, the hand of God is upon your life and you are blessed and highly favoured. We love you!

PS: The days of ‘that toy is for 3 years and above’ are over. Now I have to find other excuses. Lol. 

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Looking for a Job? Try the Security Guy! ;)

Recently, I was reflecting on some firms that I would have liked to work with several years ago but I never got to even drop my CV there. I thought about what I could have done differently based on the experience I have now and something occurred to me, I could have gone through the Security Guards!

In the organisation where I’ve worked for several years now, we have very good relationships with the Security Guard and you would be amazed that most Security Guards have access to the Ogas at the top, in other words- the decision makers that can hire and fire.

I can imagine if I had walked into one of those companies and met one of the Uniformed Security Guards (not a Mai-Guard or a Mallam or an Aboki!), instead of asking for the HR or someone that would be too busy or maybe too important to attend to me.

First of all, the guy or guys would feel cool that their help is required in the first place. I would probably buy one or two bottles of soft drinks for him/them (as a job-seeker, I won’t be throwing much cash around pleaseeeee!) And I would then present my request/CV (ever heard of Damsel in Distress? Lol!)

I would follow-up with calls (as much as I can) and promises of maybe one-twentieth of my salary in the second month (first salary is first fruit, one-tenth of the second can only go to God, and the rest of the salaries? No be Security Man I dey work for abeg!)

I might even go further to request what time the CEO comes to the office and if I can ‘accidentally’ bump into the CEO or HRM or whomever; after the Security Guard has ofcourse enthusiastically spoken to the person and presented my impeccable CV:

‘Ha! Oga, this is my sister o! She is the smartest person in our village, made a first class sef! Just give her the chance, she can even work free of charge for 2 weeks’ (Only two weeks o! Abeg! I did not go to school free of charge!)

Anyway, with the favour of God upon my life, I’m sure I would have landed one of those jobs… Lol.

Or what do you think? Afterall, Wisdom is profitable to direct! (Ecclesiastes 10:10b, King James Version- Holy Bible) Selah!

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