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Saturday, 28 November 2015

forever

MY FOREVER...
It is a cold night on a dark deserted highway. Indeed a still night, the leaves & flowers barely  move.
The whitest gray fog is dense like wet cigarette ashes rising from the bitter brown earth as I trod on a lonely path.
Suddenly, a figure emerges & there stands my FOREVER as my heart skips a beat & the rhythm changes to an upbeat. MY FOREVER...
Its unbelievable as my eyes sights the incomparable, I am now vulnerable as he approaches, lost in perhaps Lust as he steps even closer holding my breath & sighing heavily, his smell, Oh that smell. This is my FOREVER
Amazingly the air becomes fresher, the atmosphere brighter & more colorful, living now makes more sense. He is my FOREVER...
And face to face, toe to toe, lips brushing mine, eyes bright like a phoenix, leaving me breathless. MY FOREVER.
Tragedy then strikes, darkness befalls mother nature, the air is toxic, vision blurs as everything suddenly disappears. Where is my FOREVER? Only pain is left, though sweet pain as I reminisce on the moments.
Now I wonder. But wait... Is there ever my FOREVER or just my imagination, may be my FOREVER is too good to be true. But deep down inside me, I know there can never be another FOREVER...

I am never gona grow up

That little girl inside stays true
She's cute and innocent
She doesn't change
She is always the same
I am still that little girl
I am never gona grow up
Don't tell me not pick my nose
Because it looks childish and yucky
Or not to laugh out loud in public
Because it's un lady like
I am that little girl
I am never gona grow up
I want to ride my bike
Jump in muddy puddles
I want to have food fights
Play hide and seek
Scream and shout and run around
Go to sleep succking my thumb
I am that little girl
I am never gona grow up
I maybe 30, 40 or even 50 years old
I maybe a wife and a mother
But the little girl inside still stays true
And I promise
I am never gona grow up.
Don't grow up
Its a trap.

Tuesday, 17 November 2015

A Visit to FGGC yola. #goodoldmemorries


First let me start by saying the maroon and white colors brought back the most amazing memories.
My days at FGGC Yola, I would say, are one of the best days of my life if not the best. The six years I spent were phenomenal.
Everytime I'm in yola I never miss an opportunity to go and reminisce on the good old days. So recently I was in Yola and I decided to show up at the school.
I met a few staff that I still remember and of course they very well remembered me. Everybody knew me back then. I wouldn't say I was naughty, ok, well maybe just a little, lolz.
So I went round the school, took my son on a tour to show him this place that was part of my childhood. At first he was a little bored but then he got interested when some of the staff where telling him all the stories. But he kept asking why there was red sand everywhere.
I also spotted the window I used to jump out of every time the maths Teacher came into class. Yeah, I never liked maths. Lol.


I met some few students as I was going round. Spoke to them a little and took some photos. I was looking at them and at the back of my mind I was thinking was this how I looked in the uniform back then? Lol.
I later sat with the principal Mrs zulekatu usman momodu, and had a little chat. She was very welcoming, calm and very nice. And I was telling her all the stories of way back when and how in love we were with the then principal, Aisha Bello.
It was fun sitting in the principal's office relaxed and comfortable because back then if you found yourself in the principal's office, then you probably were in trouble. It was definitely a no go area.


I was also telling the principal about the modern Arewa initiative and she got interested as I asked to have a little interview with some students and so she arranged for some of the girls to get ready for it.  While the girls were getting ready, I had to leave for some important work with the plan of coming back to do the interview with the girls that day, but Unfortunately, I wasn't able to finish up on time to make it happen. I was so sad I had no time to come back the following day because I left for Lagos.
I hope to go back soon Insha Allah. Of course yola is where my heart is๐Ÿ’œ.
Enjoy few photos from that day at the school.

Monday, 9 November 2015

A horrific experience


On Thursday 5th November my husband dropped me off and my 10yr old at the airport to catch our plane heading to yola via Abuja for my sister's wedding.
As we boarded the medview aircraft and I was already on my sit next to my son Amir. I suddenly started to panic and I was feeling almost breathless. I didn't know what to do so I reached out to my phone which was already switched off, i switched it on, and called up my husband.
Hubby picked up and I told him I needed to get off the plane because I was having anxiety issues. Being my husband he is use to all these, as I am one woman with fear of the unknown. He calmed me down and convinced me that everything was going to be OK.
I sat back trying not to think too much. I held my son's hand as the plane took off. About 10 to 15 minutes into the journey, I noticed I was sweating and so was my son. It became clear that the air conditioning system wasn't working and breathing became difficult. it felt like there was no pressure in the cabin.
Suddenly the oxygen masks dropped out of the compartment above us and the cabin crew announced that we should quickly use the masks.
I was shaking out of fear and everyone else was panicking and confused. I wore my mask and helped Amir with his. 
My heart was racing and all I could think of was my 10yr old. The worst part was that most of the masks had no oxygen coming out. It took a while for me to realise that my son's mask had no oxygen and I imidiately removed mine and tied it over his head.


As an asthma patient, I reached out for my inhaler which was in my bag and  after a while I had to share the oxygen mask with my son.
I could hear a baby crying and the mother calling for help, the baby needed air and I was shocked all the flight attendants were not seen anywhere on the aisle. Few seconds later one of the crew finally went over to assist the woman and her baby.
Amir was so scared and I kept telling him that everything will be OK.  I had no choice but to stay strong for him. I held him close to me as I pray.
The plane had to make an emergency landing back to lagos and we landed safely. This is an experience I will never forget.
This incident made me realised how one minute you are OK and the next minute you are gone.  It made me cherish life more and thought me never to take people or anything for granted henceforth.
I Thank God Almighty for letting me, my son and all those with me on the plane see yet another day. And may we never experience such horrible incident for the rest of our lives. I pray no one should ever go through this.

Monday, 2 November 2015

I am Arewa

From the amazing rocks of the three sisters in yola,
To the beautiful mountains of mambila,
I am Arewa and I belong here.

From the groundnut pyramid in kano,
To the Great Wall of queen Amina,
I am Arewa and I belong here.

I am Fulani proud,
Hausa loud,
Kanuri tall,
Tiv strong,
I am Arewa and here is where I belong.

So who are you to come and try to destroy my land?
Am sorry you can't.
Because I am Arewa and I belong here.

My fura da nono is what makes me Me.
I belong here.
I am Arewa,
Northern Nigeria,
Beautiful peaceful people.