Woman,Black,Mad!

Dear page,

I can confidently say that this is sure not going to be my last ' straight out of the experience' post. Meaning, I just(i don't mean now now o) saw the movie about that woman that was really hurt by her husband(am not gonna say the title...else you'll start judging my timing). Moving ahead....

I admit that my eyes got misty at some point during the movie...(another thing,am a fountain when good movies are concerned) I have tried to teach myself how to watch him a movie without taking the story personal. That's the explanation for why I get mad when my fave act is mad,cry when he/she does, get high with excitement, and on and on. It's so bad that I even read the subtitles along(like a sing along thingi) and with the expression deemed fit too. I know I have it in me to be a great actress if I wanna,but nah!....dat's not my destination, though the 'bus could take me through that route.(my husband,be ye rest assured, there's nothing to be afraid of)

But the reason I picked up my gadget to start typing is cos of what Helen was made to go through. Her husband for 18yrs comes home on the day of their anniversary with a woman and says,that she should move out and that this other woman had 2 kids for him already. That's the summary. If I were in her shoes, what would I have done?

* I would have cried my eyes out of their sockets. She did!

* the next man that crosses my path would wish he was on another planet by the time am done reading him the charges against him for the 'crimes he did not commit'. The man in the movie didn't have it easy.

* I'll wallow in self pity for as long as pity allows me,(twld take a really long while) then I would come to my senses someday(or maybe God will remind me that he still loves me) and pick up the pieces of me that can still be put together. Her mother held her while she cried and told her(in sweet words) to get her life back.

* I'll make a mental note to make the man suffer as much as he made me,even if it's to strip him of whatever property he has or thinks he has. She didn't do likewise, instead she said to let him have it all. Am like,though I know you found a new love and the butterflies in your tummy are soaring, the man should still suffer. Kpshew!

* when I get the opportunity to punish him I would!  She ran to his side when he was sick.I was a little touched here,but it got jucier when she slapped him and started punishing him. I was like, this is one mad woman!

The movie ended well, she went back into the arms of her waiting new found love and her ex-husband was left with the ring and divorce papers.

I don't pray to ever go through this terrible event,but who does?  I was chatting sometime ago with a relative and we talked about the ordeal women go through. Some loose their husbands to death,  some to rivals, some to work and etc. When this happens, they are left helpless and stranded.  Some don't have people to turn to and some don't even to how to move on with their lives.

I praise those who have been able to find their footings, of course it's all through God's grace. Every day I pray for my husband. That he doesn't die suddenly and that he doesn't fall for the temptations too. I don't want to know the answer, but what would I do if I were to loose him?

Though I may not be stranded nor lack people to turn to, but there's the emotional vacuum. Even when none of the options are bearable, many would say loosing him to death is a lesser punch than loosing him to another woman.

The lesson herein?  Woman, as much as you pray against these, prepare your self with how to deal with the eventualities. Man, have you ever heard of the woman's wrath? I promise you this,you don't want to know how mad your wife can get.

Signed,
A fellow black woman.

On School Grounds

I had to make a quick dash to the grounds whereon the structures of the school I attended are. If it were up to me, I'd have opted out on this trip(i've been going back and forth these grounds at a frequency I am not comfortable with), but the tag on the reason for the journey was 'IMPORTANT'. So I went!

It's strange how time applies to people in varying ways. I got here and - though I seem to visit this place more than I wish to, there were signs of W-I-P...work in progress. It's funny that this place always appeared busy. It didn't just appear so, it actually is.

I saw faces I hadn't seen in awhile, some I acknowledged, many I didn't. I saw some of my teachers and lecturers, some made me proud of them while the other few actually disappointed me. This is me assuming that situations affected them in similar ways. But as it has fallen on my ears over and over again that there are different strokes for different people, I would be less harsh in my recording my observations.

There's this man,he has always occupied the seat of the school's secretary (if his position has changed, it probably just did). This, I can conveniently say, has been for over 15yrs.  But the strange news is that he still carries the same bag as he used to. Of course he must have changed the exact bag,but what I mean is that he still carries those 'missionary bags', like the ones our fellow believers of another denomination - Jehovah's witness, carry.  Another thing is the 'yet to be confirmed' assumption of his not having a car yet. Of course again, times may not have been favorable to him.

This then brings the focus on me. Years have come and gone, plans made too. Some have gone as I wished and others?...down the drain! I recall the period of my graduation from University. We filled forms and answered questions centered on our projections for the next 5 years. What were my responses?

*N.Y.S.C - national youth service corp
*Masters degree
*Get signed on for a musical deal
*Settle down with my husband
*some others too.

I have not gone for my masters degree, I have not gotten signed on for any musical thingi,yes I am very happily married and I have served my nation.  A little regrets here and there, but I can't say I have not been blessed.

The hands of the clock have ticked and several things have happened. I have learnt alot, I have been to places, I have met people and I have gained experiences. Though I am not where I wished to be yet, I am consoled to know that I can still get there. I am not going to lose focus,I will look straight onto my destination.

I promise myself to be progressive in live and not be stagnant. When old friends see me, they've got to be able to say that things have fallen in place for me. They've got to say times have been good!

But of course, it's not going to be by my power, it's by God's grace.

That pep in my step

I finally have a valid excuse for not blogging for the last 2 months but I'm not telling. I only mention that I have a valid excuse so that it would be known that I've not given up the idea of blogging just yet. Lately, I've been given them up as fast as I can though: I hardly ever touch my guitar after sabbath hours, I don't go to play soccer once a week anymore, and I sure say much shorter congenial prayers nowadays instead of ...

But I'm back! And in other news, it has come to my notice (from no less a source than the horse's mouth) that Quemi mistakenly told my best friend that I use the 'Eniola' alter-ego. You are still like a sister to me and I forgive you Quemi. After all variety is the spice of life and what would this blog be without my healthy dose of self-deprecating sarcasm, eh?!

My mum and I saw "Flight" at the movies today. It's a pretty good movie. I remember reading an interview with Denzel Washington a few years back (reproduced in Signs of the times, I believe) where he talked about the motivation behind his selection of movie scripts and how he let his Christian beliefs guide what he agreed to appear in. It's obviously been a long journey from the days of Mississippi Masala and Devil in a blue dress (or something). I joked with my mum that I was taking her to go see this one movie because there was some nudity and swearing/cussing in the movie and her opinion of Denzel would hopefully take a nose dive after seeing the movie. My mum jabbed back saying Denzel and Obama were like her first love and nothing would change that. I'd say that Denzel and Obama appear to have a similar strut/gait (swagger for my naija bros) in their steps. "Flight" is a good movie - if you get the chance see it.

Okay, I'm out of stuff to say. This is usually the part where I talk about God and how He is merciful and kind and good. And He really is all that and much more but I'll be a hypocrite if I typed one character in that regards right now. It just popped in my head that when the bible says God loves a cheerful giver it wasn't just talking about material giving (yes, I know that is the original context). Seriously, it's like Paul is saying we should strive to live cheerful lives because each day we live we give yet some things just can't be given if our live is not in the right place to start with. Phew - the lengths people (I'm looking in the mirror here) would go to to justify their own selfishness. You'd think a brother would knuckle down, pause and find a reason to be cheerful and then come share it here. No, not moi!

 I'm tired. There's work tomorrow. Sometimes I feel like the real message I want to pass across gets lost in my sarcasm and desperate attempts at dry humour. The thing is God really is good - seriously, He is!