Names of …

Big Sister got married in Ibàdàn (a city in Nigeria) and we traveled; twin sis, sis in-law and I. Our journey to Ib was awesome, nice air, filled with gists (first time twin sis and I met sis in-law; who’s sweet by the way) and all sorts.
Our big sister’s wedding was all shades of amazing! 💃 The ceremony, the food and drinks, the photo booth session, the boogie down, ohhh, the after party, the party after party, the fun times and the catching up… We bless God.
Our journey back to Lagos was with a +1…. Our Brother!!!! Coupled with lots of tiredness and low batteries so I was bored outta my mind and suggested we play “rock paper scissors” but twin sis suggested we play “Names of”… A game where you’d mention a header like “names of cars” and one by one we’d chorus names, failure to talk immediately rules you out so does saying a wrong name…Right names yes but saying wrong names had the bulk of our game… We laughed so hard till our cheeks hurt and our stomachs shrunk.
Words like;
“golden morn” in names of soaps
“mitsubishi” in names of foreign artistes
“collection” after bro said “smart” in names of perfumes
Like whaaaatttt..
The list is endless.
We laughed so loud and hard and those minutes got to me cos amid laughing and mocking the ‘loser’, I recorded the present happiness, one that doesn’t occur all the time, one that if not careful can be missed while facing the reality of life. I savored the minutes and for once, I was grateful I had a flat battery!#SliceOfLife
#SOL20
#Day1

Baby again please?

When I see babies what comes to my mind first is innocence, purity and joy…

Exactly 3 weeks into the new year 2020, God blessed our neighbor with a bundle of joy and I was thrilled to being an ‘aunt’ again.  I’d check up on him every morning, noon and night… I’d sing to him, dance with him and talk with him…  Yes, it’s that serious…

Oh!  I just love babies… 😍

One sweet evening, after a hectic sewing project, I dashed into my neighbor’s house to ‘relieve stress’… ‘cos these little ones just know how to get the best of me… and as soon as I picked up my darling, I felt my stress released, tension loosened and I became mushy too…

Then I pondered on the difference between how I felt minutes ago and at that moment; how stressful being an adult is, how much peace comes with just being a baby (all they do is eat, cry, sleep and repeat… no pressure, no over thinking, there’s barely any struggle and there’s excess pampering too)

And in that moment,
holding ‘my’ darling child,
I felt like being a baby again,
I felt like being pampered,
I felt like having no care in the world
just excess peace and quiet
‘cos after all God is the neighborhood right?…