MARATHON IN HEELS

Has someone ever gisted you of a Nollywood movie and then said, "she ran and ran and ran..."? And you felt like, couldn't he/she have said, she ran?

Sometimes, someone can run...other times, the person can run and run and run. That was my condition on Friday. 

I walked out of the laboratory building to meet Nafiu, he said he had some things he wanted to do in the mall before coming back to join the bus home or use the train. 

"I need to check my bank at the mall", he told me.

"Oh, okay...I will come with you. We still have more than 30 minutes and I am sure we will meet the bus".

"if you say so...because I doubt. Let's hope I will be attended to, on time".

I checked my watch, it said 3.05pm and the bus would not come until 3.45pm, I agreed to go with him and we both left for the mall. The mall is a 30-minute walk to-and-from school, we decided to brisk-walk so we could use 20 minutes max for our to-and-fro journey.

I wore a skirt which was so unlike me on a cold day...the whole thigh-rubbing and marching through the freezing weather was like fire and ice. I wore a heel shoe...you remember the shoe in my last post? Yes! #moneycannotwaste I had to wear that shoe to the fullest.

We arrived the mall at 3.15pm to meet a queue at the bank...we were attended to few minutes after, we began to make our way back to school at 3.26pm and I quickly grabbed what I wanted to buy on the way.

In my mind, we had 19 minutes so we could afford to walk normally...at the same time I thought, it was peak period, the bus could get filled up, so we continued to brisk-walk, almost running.

"We won't make the bus", Nafiu said.

"Don't kill my faith, this is 3.33pm, we are close already", I replied him.

"It's because of you I came back here if not I could have used the train"

"Dear Lord, don't let him discourage me...hold traffic, delay the bus", I prayed out loud.

Nafiu laughed.

It was 3.36pm and we were still brisk-walking, the bus doesn't come till 3.45pm and I can sight the bus from here, I thought.

Suddenly, the bus pulled up.

"Whattttt???? The bus is already here? It doesn't come till 3.45..." I shouted in shock and began to jog as we were 2 minutes away from the bus.

"See this girl! The bus comes at 3.35, not 3.45", Nafiu was already running.

"Chai! Chineke God", I began to hop-run in the heel shoes, with my backpack and two Clinical medicine textbooks in it, swinging behind me, I ran and ran and ran...I tried.

Maybe the way I ran was funny...I overheard some ladies...let me qualify that, "Nigerian ladies" laughing...I didn't know what they were laughing about, I didn't care because my eyes were on the bus. I guessed it was about the way I ran, imagine a hopping ball...okay, bring your mind back. Ehenh!

Then I heard amidst the laughter, one of them said, "this is how you run when you about to miss Molue in Lagos". Those who understood were all laughing.

Molue Bus Rush

The good part is, I made the bus...and took another 20 minutes trying to catch my breath.

I learnt a lot from this alone...I am glad I didn't stop believing I could meet the bus...yeah! Nafiu got on the bus before me.

I hope you have had a great weekend...

Photocredit: theanimatedwoman.com, justmemes.com, nairaland.com

BREAK A LEG!

Weird picture, right? Yes.

"Break a leg" in the Theatre means “goodluck”. I am performer but that’s not the case here. I unknowingly told myself ‘break a leg’ today and almost broke my legsss (not just one).

I am not a fan of shoes with heels…if you ever spot me wearing them, it’s because I am either being forced to wear it or the shoe cost so much I am showing off or it’s to match a dress or the place I am going to might demand my feet to leave the ground a little bit.

It wasn’t always like this. I was a heel person…till one day I thought, “what if I marry a short guy?” Well, that was a long time ago if my mind has changed I won’t say. I am kidding by the way…I can’t do heels and car pedals or trekking far distances.

My friends urge me to wear heels ‘cause according to them, they fit me in plus size dresses, pencil skirts and all….but I loooove my flats, really comfy. I don’t have to walk like a duck if I wear it for so long and it hurts, I don’t have to be careful with stairs, elevators, etc. Finally, I was convinced to buy ONE wedge sandal (I don’t wear anymore), each time I pull it after a long day, it takes really long for my feet to touch the ground (hurting!)

Last week, I saw these shoes (above in black colour) on this fine lady and I went over the top for it, they were so cute on her. I bought it.

This morning, I took time, wore it, walked by my mirror umpteen times…I wanted to look cool. I changed my hair style to match, got a jacket…I was like “Dayyyuuum, Babe you hot...Goodluck in those heels, let’s go”.

I was just going by the stairs, I missed one step and the heels of the shoes were on the higher step while the front of the shoes had touched the next step, I couldn’t move my feet, if I did I would tumble over, I couldn’t go back up…my ankles were aching and muscle pull set in. I don’t know what method I used but I had to just fall. This happened within 2 seconds I guess. I just got up and wanted to cry…see how I could have broken my leg. My legs still hurt though... :(

Mbok, I flung the shoes in my room and got my flats.

I am wishing for a miracle that would make me wear them again…it cost me so much.

I hope you are enjoying your day by the way…

Break a leg, people! :D

#love

SPECIALly Inspired!

It’s been a long while around here…I hope I can make a great come back, I have so much to share.

Today I will be about “inspiration”. I just watched this video that made me cry a lot, yeah! I am quite emotional. It is about a blessed child, who came into this world to pay for his mother’s mistake. Oh! That’s the annoyed me talking…let’s just say God wanted that to happen so it could inspire a lot of us.

Most times, we feel like we have the biggest problems in the world….this makes us stay complaining instead of being thankful.

I want to use this opportunity to thank all Parents, especially those of children with special needs who have not given up on their children. Indeed it breaks my heart when I see children born to suffer and battle with deformities, infirmities and diseases.

I once worked in a Paediatric ward…each time I stepped in there, I just had to pull myself together so I would not cry…infact I never stepped into the section of the Paediatric ward that housed children with special needs because I would break down, but I used to peep from afar and see the coloured words, painted objects and inspirational messages on their walls.

I have been around a child with special need. Unfortunately in this part of the world, if a child starts to behave in an unusual way, we tag it to “witches and spiritual stuff” before even seeking medical advice. These things happen atimes, but thank God for medical sciences. I have watched him being treated badly infront of and by his teachers, school mates and even some friends. I have had my heart broken over and over that the world (except a few people) won't take the time to see the beautiful heart he has, and just keep judging him. I just feel this sense of peace every time he does something unique that inspires me. I always force myself to believe he is fine, I thank God for friends and family who convince me that he is fine…the best part? He has God, knows Him, believes in Him…he has the inner strength, perseverance and courage I don't have and that just makes me feel so happy.

There is a poem I like so much because it gives me an understanding that every situation is God's making and it's for a reason. The poem was written by my favourite author Erma Bombeck for special mothers, you can read it HERE.

For those of us, who have never really understood the pains, tears, joys and struggles of Parents of Children with special needs, you can always reach out to them, encourage them and pray for them, it is not an easy road to tread.

I recommend two movies (true life stories) that will inspire you…Like Stars on Earth and Letters to God. These two movies have changed my life.

Before I forget what made me write this, here is the video that made me cry today, you might want to watch. 

Do have a blessed weekend.