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So True

15 Sep

I came across a quote yesterday, it was or is a wisdom quote. I so loved the quote I had to have it re-blogged (it was originally blogged by Otrazhenie). The quote simply goes ‘The worst part about being strong is that no one ever asks if you’re okay.’

How nice to have the strong ones amongst us weak mortals. I say ‘us weak mortals’ because I don’t see myself as being strong, most times I need someone to ‘unburden’ on, someone who would perform the simple act of listening, sometimes not listening to proffer solutions but just listening. I am sure many of us fall under that category.

Point is even the weak at times have to exhibit some strength when they meet with those they are stronger than. Virtually everyone has someone or those who look up to them. A parent undergoing depression has to cast aside their depression to be strong for their children, the children is their department,they just have to man it depressed or no. Even amongst the children, the younger ones tend to look up to the older ones and the older ones simply assume the role of the strong one when the parents just aren’t there. You find older siblings forgoing their meals for the younger ones, or rustling up some food for them to eat even if they have zero cooking skills. I remember when we were little, sometimes we would get back from school and there’s nothing to eat (no prepared meal) and mum and dad are still at work. Our eldest brother would go to the backyard, there was a kind of flower garden there with some other plants that looked like vegetables, I don’t know how he did it, but he would get some of those ‘vegetables’ some snails and he always came up with tasty ‘nameless’ dishes! For us then he was the strong one and he always made sure we, his younger siblings were okay before he had his meal.

So what I am saying in effect is that there is a hierarchy when it comes to being strong. In the family arrangement, the ultimate source of strength is the husband/father. Everyone in the home looks up to him. Sometimes in trying to keep up the appearance of being strong, some of them actually do without complaining about any form of discomfort or ailment. How many sudden deaths are recorded for women, how about men in general? Do the math.

Another set of ‘strong’ ones that should be taken care of are caregivers. It is so easy to overlook caregivers and assume they are okay…always okay. I have seen several occasions where the caregiver gave up before the person they were caring for.

So true indeed the saying ‘The worst part about being strong is that no one ever asks if you’re okay.’ 

Let’s make it a habit to ask if the strong are okay, take time out to check on them and find out how they are faring. You may just find out that the strong person you are looking at may not really be that strong after all. Everyone needs some tender loving care.


Where Are We Now?

10 Sep

The long vacation started end of July for some pupils/students, early August for others, and like every other holiday, the children could not wait to really get into it. Then, the menace called Ebola set in. The press had a field day, spreading terror how best they could. It was like “Catch Ebola in the bus-stop nearest to you”. What else could ruin a holiday than a life-threatening virus.

Granted, the sensationalism created a lot of awareness, (let’s not talk about the bathe and drink salt saga) and a whole lot of changes in many. Notable amongst others is how orderly Nigerians became…no more pushing and shoving at bus-stops, minimal body contact inside of buses, and then the hand sanitisers!

I think producers of hand sanitisers made their greatest sales this period. You can find hand sanitisers sticking out of purses, back pockets, breast pockets… Even those who know nothing about the sanitisers use them these days. For some hand sanitisers replaced the hand creams. It is not surprising to find some using hand sanitisers after washing their hands with soap under running water! Strikes me as quite funny, since the washing of hands with simple soap and running water is really all that is needed, maybe the sanitisers are for ‘double’ protection.

Next we have multiple resumption dates for schools. The Federal government’s directive to adjust the school resumption date was greeted with mixed reactions. Those whose entire livelihood depends on schools’ resuming would not hear of it. If you ask me, all the brouhaha over the resumption date is entirely selfish. Have we really sat back to think about what would happen if this virus enters the school environment? We shall be talking about the wiping out of whole families! The ‘it is not my portion’ ideology alone would cause the biggest problem.

Many, due to their religious affiliations do not believe that anything ‘bad’ can happen to them. This in itself is a high powered self deceit. Bad things happen everyday, even to the most righteous of men! Anyway, back to Ebola, how many parents would have a child running a fever, vomiting, etc and associate the illness to the dreaded virus? We would first try out our usual self medication, during which time the virus would simply pass on to others within the family. If that doesn’t work the next port of call is the church for ‘faith healing’. Even if there is a nagging suspicion of what the problem really is, who would be brave enough to give it its rightful name, after all ‘it is not our portion’. Of course, the hospital is the last resort.

So where exactly are we now? Are schools resuming on the 22nd of September? 13th of October? Indefinitely?

Putting aside our selfishness, what exactly is the right thing to do?

Change of Routine

6 Aug

Remember my complaint about work recently?  Well it has really got me now. I have been very ill for some days now and problem is, it dare not interfere with the job. I have to be up every morning by 5am, hhave my usual cold bath though the weather is freezing cold by that time of the morning, try not to rouse the children (it’s a holiday! Who wakes up by 5am during a holiday?  Moi apparently) and then drive for an average of 2hours to get to my destination. 

See I am not really complaining per sey I like my job, especially when it does not interfere with my routine.

Now I have to go to work with a sack of medicine trailing me, well not really a sack. My point is I would not be this ill if I had not broken my routine. Hopefully it would be all over by next week. Then the kids would get to see me in the morning again. Am I glad! 


Why So Many Angry People

25 Jun

Everywhere I look people are angry. When you drive on the road you encounter road rage. You get to your place of work and your greeting is not returned with a smile. You ask the question “How are you?” and they say you are prying. You decide not to ask and they say you are uncaring. There is nothing under the sun that people don’t pick as a basis for a display of anger. Have you tried breaking the ice by cracking a joke, they say you are making fun of them (another reason for anger).

With everyone so angry out there where do we get a respite?

Our homes should be a haven…a haven of peace and rest. Try to teach your kids to smile, to play, to laugh heartily, yes, heartily. Let the laughter bubble forth from deep in the stomach, let it roll and spin over, let it bring tears to the eyes. Yes, try and have that kind of laughter in your home at least once a day. Do not bring that anger from the street into your home. You can’t say but gradually, the anger out there would abate because a happy family is a happy community and invariably and angry home front gives birth to all that anger out there.

Have a happy night.


20 Jun

I love watching the game of football. Scratch that, I love a GOOD game of football. I love football especially when it is a tough match and keeps you on edge half the time, it keeps your adrenaline pumping (well that is if you are not hypertensive, we don’t want some cardiac arrests on our hands, do we?).

But I get totally bored to tears when some football team comes up and has to go home with a basket full of goals, I mean this is not basketball, IT IS FOOTBALL…call it soccer if you like we are on the same page. When that happens a serious match begins to look like some kind of joke, a highly hilarious comedy or laugh riot (now I got that last term from the book Iceberg by Clive Cussler…interesting book).

Anyway, would someone ask me why I am rambling (this is not exactly ranting…)?  That is because I just watched Tahiti thrashed 10 goals to nil after they also suffered a 6-1 defeat a few days ago. The entire match felt like some kind of comedy.

There… I am done with my rambling!

Sleep Debt

18 Jun

I am coming down with something I cannot put a finger on…maybe a flu or a bug. Whichever it is, it is a three-letter word that is making my days a nuisance. I find myself falling asleep when I have a pile of work to do (Last week just before the TV show I co-present I found myself nodding off to sleep…it caused quite a stir.)

Anyway I am eagerly looking forward to this coming weekend, I would have to pay a lot of sleep debts I owe. I really need a whole day…or two, to do nothing but sleep. Then maybe I would shake off whichever three-letter word is try to get me down.

There is a lesson to be learned in this, whatever you owe, never owe sleep…it would definitely collect, you really MUST pay!

Sunday Lunch

16 Jun

This afternoon, in spite of my ill health (I really needed to spite it) I made a dish of ham and black-eyed beans casserole…sorry you can’t get a picture of it, the family was too much in a hurry to eat it while it was hot, there was practically no chance of taking a snapshot!

Preparing the dish took hours and every hour was made to count. And how happy I was with how everyone dug in with unison.

Anyway I have been down since Friday…I think it’s pneumonia, and I have been incapacitated. But this afternoon I dragged myself into the kitchen and prepared lunch and you know what? I feel a lot better now than I ever felt since Friday (that doesn’t mean I have not been taking my medicines, I have) and I believe I can face tomorrow with more enthusiasm. Only I pray I don’t have a relapse…there is no kitchen in my office!

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