THE SISTERHOOD OF WORLD BLOGGER AWARD

I got tagged for the “Sisterhood of the world blogger award” and I am thrilled that anyone could count me worthy to be called a sister. I never had a sister growing up; I was the only girl so I grew up playing football, fighting wrestling, climbing trees and wearing trousers like men.  I learnt to be strong willed and strong headed from playing with my brothers and I never knew the difference between boys and girls until the day a boy pressed the two knobs on my chest, it hurt as hell and I wasn’t told before I stayed off playing with boys.

I have been tagged by 2 adorable e- sisters. 

Rhapsody’s questions

Do you love yourself from the inside out to the outside in?

Yes, I love myself; I am in love with my crazy self.

What things do you do for yourself that enriches, nourishes and affirms your being?

I believe no one can do me the way I do me, does that make sense. Let me break it down. I am unique; I amaze myself when I take up challenges or when all my inhibitions are broken. I have seen myself evolve in different shades

How do you hold yourself accountable for your poor decisions?

I give myself a good verbal spanking. I have learnt to take deep breaths before I start a pity-party. It will be foolhardy to make poor decisions and not learn a thing or two

Are you able to forgive yourself your humanness and move forward without beating up yourself and getting stuck in the, what should have been, if only I had?

I have learnt that I can’t change yesterday but I have control over my today and my tomorrow is an opportunity to make perfect today’s mistakes

How do you celebrate you, your uniqueness and authenticity?

I can be spontaneous and the situation determines the celebration. I sure do know how to blow my own trumpet

How do you stay motivated, hopeful and faithful to you, your thoughts, beliefs and ideals?

I have a favourite quote “Today is the yesterday I was anxious about, yet all is well”

 If you were your own parent what would be the one thing you would teach yourself?

I think the one thing I learnt late is to “do me” that I can’t be anyone else. I always wanted to be a model, it was a dream I nourished while I was a teenager, however, the fear of my religious parents and the is “modelling an ambition” talk made me shelve a dream I still nourish till date

a.      How have those lesson(s) changed you?

You will never know if there’s light at the end of the tunnel, if you don’t take the step. I would rather try and fail than never try at all

b.      It is said that what we learn we have a responsibility to teach, how do you plan to pass on the lessons to others who may be stuck where you were?  

Practice what you preach, that’s the cliché. I would rather anyone learn from my actions than what I say, it won’t be “sexy” to say “do as I say and not do as I do”

Are you being true to your inner self or are you busy pleasing everybody else?

This is a 50-50 question and the situation I find myself determines which shade I put on.  I have had to please my family rather than being true to myself in some situations

If you are not being true to self, how’s that working for you?

So far so good, I however, will need to be true to myself more often henceforth because I have realised that you can’t please everyone.

I am not ashamed to say that I look forward to New Dawn’s mail in my inbox and always delighted to read from her...yes oh, I am “famzing”...... and I have been mightily blessed by her sisterly role. She’s a sister indeed, and I know she’s got my back.

I am glad she tagged me and it means so much, it’s an honour to be tagged...ehm, lemme answer her question before I start yarning gibberish

New dawn’s question

If you have an opportunity to change something about your physical features and character, which would it be?

It is not a hidden secret that I won’t mind miraculously finding that my bum-bum has added some fat, what I have now doesn’t qualify to be called bum-bum, it’s as flat as a frying pan....hehehe........it is an apology for a bum-bum. My friend’s daughter who is 8 years sef get bum-bum pass me.....see my life.......but wait oh......I don’t want the Kim K type of bum-bum, biko, that’s too massive for my lepa body. It will just disfigure this figure 8 that I am nursing *rolls eye* , okay, you didn’t know that I am a Agbani Darego wanna be.....issokay, one day is one day, I will unveil this super model figure on this blog, make I hit the gym finish and make sure the curves are popping...*coughing*

Patience isn’t a virtue I have, Hubby keeps telling me that patience is one of the fruits of the spirit but it seems that the tree that sprouts patience hasn’t germinated in my spirit. Though I have a calm disposition, I am a ticking time bomb. I am getting better by the day and still a work in progress. I can blow hot in a minute only to realise that if I had taken a deep breath or counted one to ten, my outburst would have been unnecessary.

I love myself as I am because, the same passion I put into getting angry is the same I use in loving. That is to say, I can give my eye to make you happy, only to realise a second later that I just rendered myself blind.