Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Just random.

My greatest fear, Hell. There was a time i'd think about it all day, i was so young yet at that time i was wiser . All day long, i'd sit thinking of where my life was going, would i ever grow up or would i die young? I remember praying i'd die young as my teacher said all kids would go to heaven. Needless to say, that didn't work out.
I grew up surrounded by maids so many i cannot recall all, but i do remember Aunty Ayi. She was a fulani girl with pretty long hair.I remember her teaching me songs in a language i couldn't comprehend and she'd tell me stories, always of the wicked stepmother and the orphaned child. They always had a similar ending, usually in the theme of justice served and labour rewarded. Still, i was wise enough even at that age to know that life never always was fair.


At 12, i made my closest friend ever in our maid called Mariam. I was home for the the third term vacation all thin and gangly, happy to be home from the school cum slavecamp and there she was. Mariam was as weird as she was beautiful. Boy! did she have a lot of tales to tell. She told me of her dead twin to whom she talked to on a daily basis.That got me,I'm a scarredy cat!

We'd be gisting and suddenly she'd say something like.'Do you know Taiwo is sitting here right now?' i'd freeze and go running like my pant's on fire.The wicked girl would just laugh. 'she won't hurt you.'. One day, we had a terrible fight and i made her cry[i was a precocious child] i should have been satisfied but that night i couldn't sleep. Some hours to my bed time, the 'were' girl was holding a monologue on how 'some people' were in so much trouble they wouldn't get any sleep at all. I was so scared of the ghost that i swallowed my pride and had to apologise. She said i was lucky i did, because her twin had been planning to visit me that night.'AAAAAAAAAAAAARGH' I spent about an hour apologising to the girl and the invisible twin. And though i liked her, i was not sorry to see her leave after a one year stay. It gave me a life decision. I would never employ a stay at home maid.
Mariam was the first to give me a lecture on hell, she'd speak of judgement day and tell me of visions of hell her twin sister saw daily. I remember her speak of tongues nailed to trees, snakes and scorpions amidst fires burning ceaselessly.Even my Alfa was not as vivid as Mariam was, though i guess she'd have made all the children cry.
I used
to be so scared of death, what would happen if this life was snuffed? would i be as stone or sand or just hovering, still conscious yet not dead. It took years of learning and a simple sentence to cure me 'You shouldn't be scared of death, fear hell whose fuel is men and stones.'
I used to wonder on atheism. Could all this be by chance, or nature. That we believe only in what we can see. Then i started dissections in anatomy, saw the intricate design of muscles of the hand, the convolutions called gyri of the brain, the fist shaped centre called the heart supplying blood in a closed system And i knew no man could have engineered this on his own let alone 'nature or chance' just words with no life. As each person, no matter how worthless had that carefully deliberated touch, different and uniquely proportioned. There is a God.
I got into science out of rebellion. My entire family is into the law and arts so everyone assumed i'd go into law. i so enjoyed that surprised look on my father's face when i said I'd do medicine. I had this vision in my head of the kind of hot doctor i'd be. Me, tall, leggy, short skirt, high heels, long hair, ward coat carelessly slung over my shoulder. None of it will ever come to be.
I discovered the clinical years filled with stringent rules. You may not wear pants, paint your nails or dorn too short a skirt. Ward coat white, with your name tags and no flashy hairstyles. The only time i get to be a hot doctor is on the weekends and without the coat, nobody knows or cares i'm a doctor.
I always imagined my uni life would be one great party, someone should have warned me before i filled in that form.
Most of the time i'm happy with my life.I used to wonder on happiness and was an integral part of the throng that dwelled on the sentence.'i'd be happy when...' That didn't work out for me, i'd get all the things i want, still happiness would elude me. Then i discovered that only 'me' makes me happy and if i was determined to be miserable, i would be. I started seeing things to be thankful for and less to complain about and found out He really cares. God really cares!

17 comments:

  1. not sure i've here before.. nice alround stuff you have here tho..

    The I'd be happy when trap' *Sigh* didn't we all fall into it at some stage.. Guess the key is to be able to move out of that stage and truly know that loving ME, self discovery, is the first essential of true success..

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  2. lol that mariam girl is funny. why did she scare you like that.. i can imagine what you went through..

    thank God you realise its you that make you happy. yes he really care. God is just too much :)

    nice post

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  3. Lol...mhn ur mariam is a freak!!...Hehe
    Mhn i don't believe it..no funky hairstyles or short steez?
    No no no..thts not fair..lol
    :-(
    do u think perhaps with tym, dis rules will change?
    hehe,...cus i need to be a hot doctor. i wasnt jokn.

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  4. oh yea...God DOES really care!!!!

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  5. ahn ahn, That Mariam chic get serious P o! Dem suppose lay hands on am. Darling, God really does care about u being happy. I'm sure that's why he gave us a choice to either be miserable or be happy. Glad u're back ;)

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  6. @just DB;haven't we all, took a while for me to realize that simple fact. Thanks.
    BSNC; I know right? He cares. Thanks for stopping by.
    Penelope; you're really serious! well i don't think things are going to change soon which means that u'd need a fashion line for conservative yet hot[lol].
    Hey B. yes he does. op u are better now?
    Nefie; if only they'd done the 'laying hands' before she met me abi? ow are u doing?

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  7. LOL that mariam girl just screams *I'm a freak, if you know whats good for you stay away from me*

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  8. lol at the house maids scaring you!! hahahaha so typical of them.

    this is well done! i really like this post, cuz it is about you thinking and trying to figure out, i find it really werid tho that what finally convinced you of the presense of God vs "chance or nature" was seeing the inner workings of the human body... seems like process of elimation did it for you.

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  9. dang, no stay at home maids when i start a family....... God does exist and he cares...great blog

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  10. wow...i love ur blog..this is my first time here..u really captured me...we had a lot of maids too but i would never let anyone scare me like that wtout telling my folks oh....inukwa twin..odiegwu.and me too im scared of dying cs its basically an unknown.

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  11. mehn same thing here on university hiss(ma last post also)..
    ah dat ur maid used your head no be small hiss

    pele o

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  12. lol@ i used to think Uni would be one great party...didnt we all.

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  13. For some reason I found this hilarious..

    Lovin' the writing style..

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  14. I love the way you recounted this story! It's interesting to hear about people's journey towards God.

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  15. lol...at u always thinking of hell..make ur life my pleasant b thinkin of heaven...my imagination of that is too sweet it alwats leaves me smiling..sometimes i wonder wat if i go to heaven now, that i am just 21...nd i say to myself, it has too be sooo awesome that i wont remember all the fun i culd have had down in this world, getting maried, having children etc..
    lol..at ur imagination of being that hot sexy doctor..my sister got into med with it, tho she tried abit but at the end..hmm...the girl doesnt even kno how to dance today..she used to be d dancer in our house..until i took over..tank God for eceonomics..for it not making me loose my touch the way medicine did 4 my sister.lol

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  16. lets be blog friends
    love your blog

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