Thursday, March 24, 2011

ONE SUNDAY MORNING

The rain fell relentlessly, large noisy drops splattering against the window pane. It was the kind of weather that made one want to snuggle under the covers and not have to wake up. Until eventually, commonsense prevails, and you grudgingly fling back the covers with the smug satisfaction of one who has had a good nights rest.

The only exception was on the weekends, then, time could stand still, and one could pretend that the real world with all its responsibilities did not exist, for a few blissful hours.

Morenike shifted slightly and nudged her husband Emeka with her left foot. He grunted and turned over, promptly going back to sleep. She groaned softly, it was Sunday; surely they’d be going to church? She grabbed her cell phone from under her pillow and peeked at the time, it was 7:45 am. The service at their local church started in less than an hour. She guiltily remembered that they hadn’t attended service last week, or the week before either. They’d intended to, put had been kept out late at the birthday party of a friend and the housewarming bash of another the previous two weekends.

She tried to push the guilty thoughts away as she burrowed back underneath the warmth of the blankets. They would get up and go, eventually, after she rested for another five or ten minutes.

After what felt like a few minutes, she awoke with a start. The rain was still pouring hard, Emeka was still fast asleep, and it was a quarter past 9am, they were thirty minutes late for the service!

“Emeka!” she tapped him lightly on his shoulders “Wake up jo, we’re late for church”. He barely shifted. She held him by his shoulders and shook him harder.

“Whaa-?” He mumbled, as he stretched. “Aren’t we going to church?” Morenike asked “we should you know?” She stood up from the bed and flipped on the water heater switch. “Oya now, we are so late! What are you wearing?”

Emeka shrugged “a Polo shirt and jeans?” he suggested. Morenike frowned “Honey, jeans to church? Haba now, come on, pick out a decent outfit” She flung their cupboard doors open and quickly scanned through her side, “ I think I’ll wear this my purple H&C shirt and grey trousers, why don’t you wears yours as well so we’ll match?”

“What, trousers to church?” Emeka said sarcastically as he searched under the bed for his bedroom slippers. Morenike narrowed her eyes “What do you mean? Since when do we believe in all that religious talk?” Emeka found his slippers and slipped it on “since when do we believe wearing jeans to church constitutes a sin?” he retorted as he entered the bathroom and closed the door behind him.

Morenike glared at the shut door behind him as she brought out the ironing board and switched on the iron. That husband of hers could drive her crazy at times, how he managed to do it first thing in the morning was beyond her understanding. She brought out his matching purple shirt and a pair of formal trousers and placed it on the bed beside hers. Where on earth was the spray starch? It wasn’t on top of the cupboard where they usually kept it. She just bet Emeka had carelessly left it somewhere else. She marched over to the bathroom and flung open the door. Emeka was zipping his fly as he flushed the toilet. “Honey, where’s the spray starch?” She asked him. “I don’t know” he replied calmly as picked up his toothbrush and began brushing his teeth. “What do you mean you don’t know? You were the last one to use it” She said.

“Well I can’t remember, check the room now, it must be there somewhere” He reasoned. “Yes but where?” She asked “we’re already late, and I can hardly afford to spend precious time searching for it right now” Emeka sighed as he spat into the sink. “Okay you know what? Why don’t you have a bath while I look for it? I’ll iron the clothes as well” He said quickly before she could complain.

Morenike thought about it for few seconds, letting him do the ironing would make sense, then she could have a bath and start to dress up while he took a quick shower. “All right then, hurry up though” She said as she stepped into the shower.

Emeka rinsed his mouth and slipped back into the bedroom, a quick scan of the top of the cupboard showed him that the can of starch wasn’t there. He frowned; he could have sworn he’d left it there the previous day. He moved closer and peeked into the narrow space between the cupboard and the wall. Bingo! He’d found it. He picked up Morenike’s clothes and began to iron them, when he was done; he carefully hung them up and proceeded to his cupboard where he selected a pair of dark blue denims and a green Polo shirt. Whistling to himself, he straightened then out and placed them gently on the bed as Morenike came out of the bath wrapped in a bathrobe. “Honey are you done yet?” she asked him. “Yes I am” Emeka replied as he quickly entered the bathroom, followed a few seconds later by his wife. “Honey! I though we agreed on the purple shirt?” She asked him. “No, we didn’t” he said “ you suggested, and I said nothing”

She glowered at him, then tried a different tactic “but I thought we were doing and Co?”

“Why?” Emeka said “everyone already knows we are married, I don’t see how dressing like identical twins helps us in the slightest”

Morenike narrowed her eyes at him, “Fine then! Go ahead. Wear whatever you like!” she exclaimed as she stomped out of the bath and back into the bedroom. “Why thank you, I most certainly will” Emeka muttered under his breath as he turned on the shower.

Morenike began to dress up, as she mentally tired to calculate how much of the service they had missed. Thankfully, the church was only a ten minute drive away. If only Emeka would hurry up they could be out of the house in less than ten minutes.

Just then, Emeka stepped back into the bedroom. “Don’t you think you should ask Mama if she wants to come along with us?” He asked his wife “I’m sure she will”. Morenike stared at him “What do you mean? Mama ke?”

Emeka frowned “Yes now, she came in last night while you were asleep. I told you she was coming this weekend remember?” Morenike groaned. Emeka was right, she had forgotten all about it. Her mother in-law was downstairs in the guest bedroom. She’d have to go in and greet her, help her get ready for church and probably prepare breakfast as well. At this rate they would never make church.

‘Okay well, get dressed then, let me go and meet her” she said. She took a deep breath as she went down the stairs, not only had she not been awake the night before to properly receive her mother-in-law, now she had to wake her up and tell her to have a bath and get dressed immediately as they were running so late for church. She got to the door of the guest bedroom and knocked gently.

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“Emeka, Emeka, Mama is missing!” Morenike cried as she burst into the bedroom she and her husband shared. Emeka was putting on his shirt. That darn Polo he had insisted on wearing, she thought briefly. “What do you mean missing?’ Emeka asked.

“Honey, I meant exactly what I said, missing. As in nowhere to be found”

“Well”, Emeka reasoned “she has to be around somewhere, did you check the garden outside?”

Morenike sighed “Honey, I’ve checked outside, inside and everywhere in between. She’s not here!”

Emeka grabbed his cell phone “Well, let me call her then”. He held it to his ear and dialed her number. A few seconds went by “Well?” Morenike asked. “It’s switched off” He said.

“Ah!” Morenike exclaimed, “What do we do now?”

Emeka sighed. “Maybe we should ask the neighbors, if anyone happened to have spotted her”

Morenike rolled her eyes “Honey, we’ve only ever said two words to them since we moved in here, won’t it seem awkward?” she said.

“Awkward? I’ll tell you what’s awkward, the fact that my mother has completely vanished under both of our noses is extremely awkward” Emeka replied.

He went down the stairs with Morenike at his heels, and out of the house and stopped in front of the building next door. “You know what?” he said “why don’t you go ask our neighbors on our other side, and meet me back in front of the house in five minutes”. Morenike nodded and set of to do as she was asked.
A few minutes later they stood in their kitchen perplexed. None of their neighbors had seen Mama that morning.

“This would never have happened if we had woken up early this morning” Emeka said. “I did’ his wife replied “and I tried to wake you but I couldn’t and fell asleep again”. Emeka snorted. “Yeah right” He muttered. “I did!” Morenike exclaimed “you were like a log of wood, you wouldn’t even budge”

“Well maybe you should have tried harder. If we’d woken up on time I’m sure Mama wouldn’t be missing right now” Emeka replied. Then as a thought struck him he exclaimed “Oh my goodness! I hope she hasn’t been kidnapped?”. He began to pace up and down. Morenike was frightened “Kidnapped? Surely not, they would have contacted us by now” she said. Emeka sighed. Then he picked up his phone and called his brother “Nnamdi, Good morning, something’s happened, Mama is missing…”

Morenike remembered that a woman she had become friendly with at her local gym was married to a high ranking police officer. She called her immediately and explained the situation. The woman promised to speak with her husband and get back to her as soon as possible.

There was nothing more it seemed they could do at the moment other than wait. She recalled a verse from the Bible she heard at church a few weeks ago where it said: Now, this is the confidence that we have in Him, that if we ask anything according to His will, He hears us. (1 John 5:14).



She began to pray. When Emeka ended his conversation with his brother and realized what she was doing, he joined her.



They stood together for awhile lost in the depth of their prayers. It had been awhile since they had spoken to God like that, without distraction, with no feelings of impatience, just a quiet fellowship filled with hope and faith. They were no thoughts of other activities, reports that had to be filled or calls that had to be made. As their hearts were lifted up, they gave themselves over completely to the leading of the spirit.



This was why they failed to hear the sound of the kitchen door being opened, and the quiet shuffling of feet. It wasn’t until they had said “The Grace” that they realized Mama was standing in the kitchen with them watching quietly.



“Mama!” Morenike exclaimed as she threw her arms around her “Oh thank goodness you are alright”



“Where were you?” Emeka asked “We were so worried; we even thought perhaps you’d been kidnapped!”



“Kidnapped?” Mama said, clearly amused “Why would you think that?




“Well” Emeka said ‘your phone was switched off and you were no where to be found, we didn’t know what to think”



Mama chuckled. “I went to church” she said



“Church?” Emeka and Morenike said at the same time



“Yes “Mama said “I woke up, got dressed and realized you were both still asleep. I recalled passing by a lovely looking church last night when I was coming here. Fortunately, I was able to find it quite easily this morning”



‘Er, was it, the church beside the furniture shop?” Emeka asked



“Yes it was,” Mama replied “why?”



“Erm, that’s our church” Morenike said “we were actually planning on making service this morning but….”



Mama smiled. “I see. Well it was a wonderful service. The minister spoke about the importance of creating and reverencing time for God” She grinned as she recalled “He also used this really funny example of a young couple he knew who regularly got to church so late that they missed most of the sermon. That was when they were able to get up in the morning and make it at all. Most times it was because they spent half the morning getting in and out of silly arguments!”



She failed to notice the embarrassed look her son and his wife quickly exchanged. She already had her back to them as she rummaged through the fridge.



“Well then” she said “What shall we have for breakfast?”



THE END

Monday, March 14, 2011

For the love of 'Sweet Talks' and 'Fine Babes'

Warning: This is a rant
I just watched the video for Nigerian artiste Mo’Chedda’s new single “No be Money” a few days ago. I liked the cutesy nature of the animation and chuckled a few times at the storyline. It also got me thinking, about men, about the dating game and about annoying dating habits both sexes are sometimes guilty of.

Men like to blame women for everything that goes wrong in a relationship; women in turn like to lay the blame on men. And so the vicious cycle continues, with no side willing to accept any wrongdoing. Personally, I think both sides are equally to blame, with certain genders being naturally predisposed it would seem to certain kinds of dodgy behavior.

For example, I find it to be extremely annoying when a person assumes that they can win over any member of the opposite sex simply by their charm. I find that men are usually more guilty of this, they try to ‘get a chick’ with their smooth talk, and then act like something is wrong with her when she fails to fall for it.


                                                          

Case in point; A Young Woman is at a book/media store minding her own business. She browses through the racks as she waits for her friends to show up so they can all go and see a movie. Then, enter from left Mr. Sweet Talks. He is with his friends “The Boys” who all stopped over to check out the latest video game offerings. SweetTalks spots YoungWoman from afar. He taps a friend on the shoulder, points her out, and proceeds to make a crude comment about a part of her anatomy. Then, he goes in for the kill and the following dialogue ensues:

ST: Hey, Hey you there

YW: (Turns around, slightly surprised) Me?

St: Yes. Hi *(stretches out his hand for a handshake)

YW: (Stares at his outstretched hand)

ST: My name is BonnyFace, can I get to know you?

TW: I’m sorry?

ST: I mean, I spotted this beautiful damsel from across the room and I just knew that I had to meet you

YW: Er, ookay (Wondering where on earth her friends are)

ST: So what’s your beautiful name?

YW: Ahem..…(begins to type away furiously on her Blackberry device)

St: Sorry, I didn’t get that

(Out of the corner of his eyes, he sees that his friends are starting to snicker from across the room. He must step up his game or risk being humiliated in front of “The Boys”)

ST: Can I get your number? I would like to take you out, show you a real good time…

YW: Ah, well you see. I just got an SMS informing me there’s an emergency situation at home. I’m sorry but I have to leave now

ST: Emergency?

YW: Yes, it appears my cat just broke his leg. I’ve really got to go.

(She begins to walk away hurriedly)

YW: Nice meeting you Mr. BonnyFace

(At this point, the boys are howling with laughter, ST needs to save face, fast)

ST: (Yelling after YW as she exits the store) I bet you’re a Lesbian too!

Typical. YW decides that she is decidedly unimpressed with ST’s ‘yans’ and chooses to exit the awkward situation. ST responds by making derogatory statements about her sexuality. Case Closed.



Another behavior in the dating culture I find really irritating is the whole “maga, born, maga die” thingy that some girls are really into. Honestly speaking, I just don’t get it. In case you are not Nigerian, or have been living under a rock for the past few years, a “maga” is a man of means whom a woman uses to satisfy her financial needs and obligations. Once upon a time, young women all over the world including Nigeria, moved their hips to the tune of songs like Destiny’s Childs’ ‘Independent Woman” . Back then, as I recall, it was really cool to work hard and earn you own cash to pay your own bills, bills, bills. Ah but now… how things have changed. Exhibit two, the scenario below:

GentleMan meets FineBabe at a friend’s house on a Saturday during said friends’ birthday party. FineBabe is a fine babe. She spends a lot of time at the table where he and his friends are seated; she is really chatty and does a trick involving a whiskey bottle and a shot glass. GentleMan is suitably impressed. And at the end of the night they exchange numbers. Fast forward forty-eight hours. GentleMan is battling city traffic on his way back from work when he receives a text message from FineBabe.

FB: Hey, Wassup?
GM: (Replies her text) Nothing much o, stuck in some terrible traffic

FB: (Sends another text) Aww. That’s too bad, so what are you doing later tonight?

At this point, GM starts to get a bit excited. Things seem to be flowing quite nicely and fairly easily with FB, he starts to think, he just might get lucky. He decides to call her

GM: Hello?

FB: Hi

GM: I don’t have any plans. Would you like to go see a movie? Maybe hang out?

FB: Okay sure. But I haven’t had dinner though….

GM: Er, well okay, I guess we could do dinner first. Where would you like to go?

FB: Oh I just love Chinese food, don’t you? Why don’t I start to get ready? Call me back in an hour so you can come and pick me up.

GM: Oh. All right then, well-

FB: By the way, please can you send me credit? I need to call my sister because she is with our house keys and I need to pick them up?

GM Hesitates slightly as he wonders (and rightly so) about the appropriateness of her request seeing as they’ve only just met.

GM: Well, I suppose I could

FB: Thank you darling, actually my BIS has expired and I need to renew it so…Thanks.

An hour later, GM calls FB babe back.


GM: Hi, so where exactly do you live?

FB mentions a suburb that is a two hour drive from GM’s present location. The restaurant he has chosen is less than thirty minutes away from him and very easily accessible from FB’s house.

GM: Look, why don’t you take a taxi and meet me at…it’ll be much easier logistics wise?

FB: Well ok. See you soon peruse

Forty five minutes later, GM is at the said restaurant. He is seated at a table and is perusing the menu. He is slightly irritated that he will have to drop a good chunk of his salary on this unplanned for date, that he was cornered into by a girl he had only just met. But he was too much of a Gentleman to turn her down. His phone rings, it is FB.

GM: Hello where are you?

FB: I am outside the restaurant

GM: Okay. So do you want to come in?

FB: I don’t have cab fare, I need you to come out and settle the cab guy

GM is starting to wish he had never replied her text.

GM: I’ll be out in a minute

A couple hours later and GM is tired and bored. It had only taken a few minutes for him to realize that FB was not quite as fine or as much of a babe as he remembered. Plus she had an annoying high pitched giggle; in fact she was starting to really get on his nerves. He motions for the waiter and orders for the check

FB: Waiter, please do you people do take away?

Waiter: Yes Ma

FB: Ok please can I have the menu again? I want to have some take- away

She proceeds to order enough food to feed a small army, bleeding GM of his hard earned cash along the way. GM is furious. He has every right to be. They leave the restaurant and he quickly flags down a cab and speaks to the driver.

FB: Aren’t you driving me home?

GM: No, I’m afraid not. I would get stuck in traffic on my way back

FB: Okay

She gets into the cab, the driver starts the engine

FB: Wait! What about my cab fare?

GM: Well, I suppose you could always offer him some Sweet and Sour Pork

GentleMan enters his car and drives off, leaving GreedyBabe, er, I meant FineBabe behind with an irate driver.

I really think that women should start a revolt against weird guys, and men should start one against greedy girls. #JustSaying. A small minority shouldn’t give the larger majority a bad name.



*Etiquette experts have stated that it is bad manners for a man to initiate a handshake with a woman. Male/Female handshakes must always be instigated by the Female.



Cheers

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

The Reality of a Dream

Its amazing the kind of skills you immediately pick up when you live alone. Being solely responsible for myself has brought out the inner carpenter in me I never knew existed; as well as the amateur electrician and furniture assembler extraordinaire. I’ve found myself browsing through DIY websites with almost the same amount of zeal that was previously reserved for TSN and my favorite comedy series. It’s completely exhausting, and sometimes, I’m tempted to think; Independence sucks!
                                                 






Its funny, I remember being 12 years old and dreaming about the day I would grow up, have a career, an apartment of my own, and a closet full of fabulous shoes, maybe not necessarily in that order. I was absolutely convinced that these were the trinity of modern day success. I thought having these things would make me unbelievably happy. However, I conveniently forgot to consider a major personality flaw that I’ve been dealing with for years. Simply put, for as long as I can remember, I’ve had this horrid habit of wanting what I can’t have, the second I have it, I don’t want it anymore. A simple case in point; a while ago, I was just about to break a fast. Now for the duration of that fast, I had been fantasizing about a certain brand of milky chocolates. I told myself I’d get them as soon as the fast was over; I decided that I was going forgo them for awhile as part of depriving myself and focusing on God and all things heavenly. Well finally the D day comes, I rush over to my local supermarket and…its not there! Apparently they’d run out of stock. So, I hop into a cab and take a ride to another supermarket, then another…nada. You’d have thought the factory workers for the company had declared a strike on that particular brand. I couldn’t find it anywhere. I spent the next few days in a frenzy searching for them, from department store, to grocery shops, I even put out an S.O.S call to a few of my friends, asking them to contact me upon any sighting of the treats. Then just when I was starting to get really antsy, I spotted them! Finally! I spent a few seconds allowing myself to get really excited, rushed over to the counter and immediately paid for them, and then quickly tore open the wrapper. That was when I realized I had absolutely no desire whatsoever at that point to eat them. In typical Mimi fashion, I just didn’t want them anymore.

Well fast forward give or take a decade later. I have or am in the process of acquiring a few of the things that I dreamt about while growing up. Below, I have outlined a quick assessment of how far I’ve come and exactly how I feel about my current situation as regards the fulfillment of these dreams.

The career

I’m definitely grateful to have a job, especially in this economy. It’s great to have structure and I love waking up every morning and having somewhere to go and something to do. On the other hand, I don’t think I was quite prepared for the dreariness of bureaucracy, the battlefield that is office politics or the restrictive nature of corporate clothing. Honestly, the other day I was in the elevator when I spotted the reflection of a woman in a stuffy looking business suit in the mirror at the back. I didn’t think much of it until the man in the maroon suit stepped out on the next floor and I realized with a startle that the woman in the mirror was me. Seriously. At this point I’m thinking to myself, Really? I remember buying my first suit a little less than two years ago? Now I have a whole closet full. At the last count, I actually had more suits than jeans in my closet. Go figure

The apartment

Ok, I won’t lie. It’s nice amazing having my own space, and yeah by the way, I eventually found a place (See: Shelter & The City) I wouldn’t trade it for anything. But, I totally forgot about the responsibilities that come along with it. Like waking up on a cold morning and the water heater just absolutely refuses to come on, or opening a door and having the handle suddenly fly off in your face, or coming back home after a long day at work only to realize that your apartment is completely flooded because a pipe in your bathroom burst. (True story, happened to a friend of mine). Then of course there are the bills! Filling up a gas cylinder is annoyingly quite costly compared to what I initially thought. Now I completely understand why my mother freaked out all those years when I forgot the kettle on the cooker long after it had boiled. I also no longer get why I used to be so amused whenever I saw my little cousins crayon scribbles on their parents snow white walls. There is absolutely nothing funny about paying eight to sixteen thousand naira for a small can of four liters of paint. I repeat nothing funny at all.


The Shoes

I am still yet to acquire the fabulous collection of Louboutin’s, Choo’s, Blahnik’s and Prada’s. But knowing me, it’s totally possible that the day I buy my first overpriced designer shoes, I just may look at them and think, I’d kill for a pair of Primark sandals right now, they are so much more comfortable.

I guess at the end of the day, my strange personality quirk comes down to the principle of the grass being greener on the other side, with a small dash of the old saying be careful what you wish for.

Looking back, I realize that I should have been more thankful for the things that I had then, and spent a little less time dreaming of the things I felt would make me content. At the end of the day, having those things will not necessarily make you happier. So cliché yet so true.

I should have been grateful that I was still in school and didn’t have to face the reality of adult life, thankful that I had my family around me in my home, and, I guess at the moment, take delight in my Dorothy Perkins and Zara shoes knowing that my Chanel pumps are surely on their way to my walk in closet shoe rack.

With that in mind, I will also finally stop day dreaming about when I will own my own private jet. Who knows, I just might miss the good old days of delayed flights and annoying harassment from airport security officials. After all, stranger things have happened.

Cheers