Friday, July 17

...and Zouzou Mused, Again!

You know that feeling of guilt you get when you have neglected to call someone (usually family, for me) for so long that it has sort of become ‘too late’ to call? Each time you attempt to rectify the situation, the feeling of guilt or the fear of blame gets in the way and then you leave off, promising to do it next time? That is exactly how I have felt about coming back here.

But my wake up call was the title of Emily Freeman’s (Chatting at the Sky) recent post, 'When Your Soul Feels Held Hostage' that I sighted a few minutes ago. And I haven’t even read the content yet!

I have, in a way, been held hostage by the hustle. I allowed the issues of life to get in the way of my muse, or rather in the way of posting them, because no matter what, I do muse! Each time I think I have to post a blog, I go, oh no, I have left it too late. And even when I recall some of the things I had posted in the past, I felt even guiltier. However, as in the case of calls to family or friends, the solution is to just do it! Pick up the phone and make that call, ready to deal with the consequences. At least more often than not, the relationship gets mended.

I must also confess that I was partly discouraged because none of my ‘frequent’ readers actually asked why I stopped writing! I kept hoping that some of them would ask. It made me question what I was doing, it made me question all the comments I had received in the past, it made me question my own motive. But I got over that fast, because when I think back to the reason why I started to write in the first place, pleasing people was nowhere near top of the list. Pleasing me was. So back to that I go.

Something else I used to find pleasure in writing was the "I Wonder and I Ponder" piece that I used to post on Facebook when I was on there. That needs to be revived although I do wonder and ponder where to post that!

While I do not promise to post a blog daily, I am back. I have so much to write and share. Especially my part in the journey of #change in Nigeria. I voted! It was one of the most important things I have ever done in my life. It made me feel so fulfilled that I have a stake in the direction in which my country is headed. But, that is muse for another day.

May those things that gives you pleasure and makes you smile involuntarily come back to life. Don’t let the hustle hold your soul hostage... free oh. 

Wednesday, March 11

IWD: Who Are You Celebrating?

A few days ago I wrote a whole page on the International Women’s Day but left the draft to breathe for a while. By the time I came back to it, I knew I shouldn't post it at all because it was all wrong!

Sure I had written about The Woman. How not many of us are appreciated enough if at all, about how, if we have never been celebrated for the things we do as women in our family, work place, community, group etc., perhaps it was time to be the one actually celebrating others without airs, without condescension, without sizing each other up because that is what we are prone to do albeit unconsciously. Lets face it, we women don't like each other.

But then I thought that we shouldn't concentrate on us us this time. I felt that the very people we should celebrate are those who have no idea what the ‘International Women’s Day’ is all about. I thought, how can we make their day? How can you and I let them know that their daily struggles, their challenges, their very life is appreciated? Our drivers’ wives, our security/gateman’s wife, the young ladies who clean and serve us in the office, our favourite customers in the market and shops, the stewards that clean our homes, our nannies – those women we never really seem to  notice, lest think about.

What have we got that we can give? The things we can do ought not to cost us much; it should cost us something because sometimes a free gift is just that, free. Gives you nothing else in return, no feeling of ‘accomplishment’, pleasure or satisfaction. But the very least we can do, for those who don’t believe in ‘free gifts’, is give (that word again) a smile to let someone know that though they may seem to be in the background, their impact is felt through all they do. In fact, you may just say their name for once. You will be surprised at the reaction!

These are women who may never know that we are celebrating a day dedicated to our gender because they don’t read this in the papers, they don’t receive our BB broadcast messages, they don't receives emails, they are not online to read about offices and organizations that are giving kudos to women to celebrate their womanhood and achievements, what’s more, they are not invited to the conferences and summits that celebrates them.

This is the group of women to whom I dedicate this year's Women's Day celebration.  

I hope I have pique your interest and steered your thoughts in the right (and new) direction.

I plan to do. I hope you do. I wish we would all do. Something.
Be free oh.

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