"Life or something like it" is the title of an Angelina Jolie movie where she plays a ditzy blonde reporter who is told she's gonna die so she lives life to the fullest.....or something like that, can't really remember. The basic message behind it was we're all gonna die, fug everything and enjoy yourself. I got to thinking about that one day I thought what if you're told you'll be dead in say a week and you decide to live it up, do all the things you've always wanted to do, some good, some bad and then you don't die. You live...for a very long time for that matter, say for another 60, 70 years, you'll have to spend all that time atoning for whatever crap you got up to in that one halcyon week when you thought your whole world was gonna end. So really, that whole cliche of "life is short, enjoy yourself' is very dangerous. Life is not short, life is very, very long and you better treat it with care or else you'll spend a long time regretting many things.
It's not all doom and gloom this morning, I'm actually in a fabulous mood. I got my hair did yesterday and I gotta tell you, its on point! I'm looking all kinds of fierce (Manix 08035274712, tell him I sent you). I just took an exam for entry for Associate Membership of the Chartered Institute of Arbitrators and I'm pretty sure I aced it, my birthday is in 2 weeks, one of my besties is getting married soon so a whole crew of besties are coming into town for a wild week, work is good, family is great, finances...fantastic! In other words I have a LOT to be thankful for, but a lot of people do not....
I spent the whole of last night watching the BBC documentary "Welcome to Lagos" and to say it was shocking was an understatement. Every day I have something to complain about; can't find anything to wear to work; the commute is annoying; colleagues are getting on my nerves; brought turkey instead of chicken as lunch; clients are making me wanna tear my hair out; don't have enough money to go have drinks after work so I decide to go home instead and I'm stuck in traffic for 4 hours........All these pale into insignificance when you watch human beings scrabbling like ants over other people's rubbish and living on a dump site. It really puts life in perspective. That documentary is a must-see, the people that were portrayed on there and the communities they inhabit are a mere 30 minutes from where I live, yet it seems like 2 different worlds. Since I saw it, things have happened this morning that would normally upset, didn't even make me turn a hair
I stubbed my toe getting outta bed this morning.......at least I don't live om a dumpsite
There was traffic on the way to work.......at least I don't live on a dumpsite
A huge mistake was made on a client's account, heads must roll and the most likely head is mine......at least I don't live on a dumpsite
Seriously! It's a great mantra, when I prayed this morning one of the things i was thankful for was the fact that I did not live on a dumpsite. It brings home the fact that I'm living this comfortable life and these people are living "life or something like it". A Hammer Horror version of what I live. After watching people living like animals practically on my doorstep, I've resolved to do something about it and I'll need help, a lot of help. I'm not sure how exactly I'm gonna do what it is I have to do, I just know somehow its gonna get done. People need help, so many people need help and the things we think are trash are somebody else's gold.
I've already spoken with the President of a charity called Confraternity of Friends for Humanity Association (COFFHA) of which my mum is a member and they have pledged their support towards whatever I come up with. I've spoken with the partners at my frim and they have also pledged their support. Basically I'm going to start a charity of my own to contribute towards these people's lives, my charity is not going to deal with anything financial but solely goods i.e. clothes, shoes, bags, hats, pots, pans, plates, cutlery, notebooks, furniture, accessories......anything and everything that anybody can donate to alleviate their suffering a little bit. Its going to be a long road, I can't just march into these disadvantaged communities and start doling clothes out of a suitcase, I have to liaise with the Lagos State Government, with charities already operating in that area, the local groups and their leaders, incorporate a charity and fulfil all the requirements. So its a work in progress that I intend to devote all the time that I have to. When it's all properly set up and I have some sort of structure in place, I will put up all necessary information up here and an address where donations can be sent to (remember, nothing financial, only goods).
I don't know why this has affected me so much, best believe I'm as shallow as they come, I have about as much depth as a thimble and my selfishness is legendary, but there's something about watching people scrabbling against all odds not to buy the latest car or Brazilian hair or a house in Lekki or any of that superficial nonsense, but simply to survive, to go to bed and have the luxury of waking up, to even find somewhere to go to bed. That kind of poverty is humbling and even Scarlett O'Hara (another famously selfish individual and my personal literary heroine)would not be able to ignore it.
At every point in our lives we hear the voice of God....last night I think I heard mine.
Monday, June 28, 2010
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Desnudate is a word meaning to get naked. Its totally one of my favourite words right now (i can't explain why) I just love saying it Desnudate..Desnudate..Desnudate! Desnudate!! Desnudate!!!!. Compared to its alternatives; off cloth, take of your clothes, wepu akwa gi, enlevez vos vêtements; its a huge improvement.
Dunno why I love it, I just do.
When you kiss me
The world stops moving
Everything and everyone is rooted to the spot
Transfixed by our oral love making
Ever so slowly you begin at my forehead
The tip of my nose
My lips, parting greedily
Hungrily awaiting the moment
Yours possess mine
Then overwhelmed by our mutual passion
You devour me
I wrote this poem sometime in 2006, but it wasn't related to anyone then, it was just random scribbles but last week, Monday to be exact, I found my kisser...my future inspiration for a past poem.
I hate being an adult, I wanna be 17 again, this has nothing to do with the movie and everything to do with my 17th year being the most amazing year of my life.
I want you and I hate you.
I'm officially poor...Indian hair, clothes, plane tickets and jewelery will do that to a girl.
I LOVE my friends, I just wanna propose to all of them and marry them in a mass ceremony in India and live forever with my harem of gorgeous friends.
Je pense que je deviens fou, I really think I am. That will be an interesting alternative to the life I'm currently living. I'd love to view life from the perspective of an unbalanced mind. Maybe I am already and I don't even know it and judging by this post its very likely.
I apologize immensely for the randomness that ensued above, I'm not crazy just very, very bored.
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