The Writeventures of Emaleecious

OK, this time around I am serious. I need to shed these extra pounds. Not for anyone, but for myself. Its been a hard battle , but I really need to do this. For me. For my sanity and my self esteem. I am tired of looking so hard to find things I like and want. Things that fit. Did I also mention that most of my friends are petite? I do not feel inferior in anyway, but I think I am tired of being odd!!! Besides, I do not want to develop a health challenge before I start doing something about it. I have come to the realization that if I can discipline myself in all other areas of my life; Academics, relationships, finances... then I should be able to do same for myself in terms of my appearance. This video below has inspired me to. (Not that I am that fat anyway, but if care is not taken, I may end up that way...after all, its little drops that finally make a mighty ocean) Moreover, I read a blog yesterday by Mamuje about how she climbed Mt Kilimanjaro for self accomplishment...I mu...

I live in Lagos and have always done so. As far back as primary school, I remember we were taught that it was very bad to do it in public. Unfortunately, rather than see this habit get extinguished it seems to be getting more rampant this days. I am talking of spitting. It is very disgusting and should not be done in public places. According to Wikipedia,  it is the act of forcibly ejecting saliva or other substances from the mouth. It is currently considered rude and a social taboo in many parts of the world including the West, while in some other parts of the world it is considered more acceptable. It is possible to transmit infectious diseases in this way. Personally, I doubt if it can ever be considered acceptable. Ever. In fact, as far back as the 19th Century in Western Europe, it was considered vulgar to spit in public. (Fancy that). I remember in our "Health Science" classes in Primary school, we learned good and bad habits (don't spit in public, cover your...

Her world. My world. Her world. Friends. Bound by a common factor- School, love for God, gist, shopping, same friends. We each had primary areas of focus. I had my family, a relationship, church, work,life. They had theirs too. Yet we tried to keep the friendship going by meeting as often as we could, which wasn't all the time. I thought they were too busy and tried to initiate meetings, just like they tried to as well. It usually didn't work out for everyone and we ended up meeting at different times. With apologies from one party or the other. Then we would plan to meet again to pray, seek advise which we wouldn't take most times. I guess it was our way of keeping all of us abreast of what was happening in our lives. Our way of saying, this "this is why I have been so busy, I have been trying to sort things out". "My boss at work is giving me a tough time". "I work weekends". "I have to baby-sit". "My parents have called a m...

The wicked bottle beckoned me over. I stared at it helplessly, my gaze riveted to it. I couldn't help but stare stupidly. It released a sweat and my eyes followed it all the way down to the table where it sat and gloated at me triumphantly. I swallowed very hard as I could imagine how cold it was, could feel it on my tongue, going down my throat...in my stomach. Heck, I could even feel the belch rising lazily in my belly and coming out in a very satisfied rumble from the deep recess of my throat. I tried to look away, alas, I was spell bound. Held captive by an icy cold bottle of coke. I remembered my promise to my mum that I would count my calories and sincerely watch my weight...but it sounded so distant...so like 3 years ago. This was present. Here and now. I suddenly started having "withdrawal symptoms". It felt like I had suddenly developed Malaria. I told myself I was ill and needed something very cold to reduce the temperature. What better to do that with, if ...

My mind is everywhere. Thinking of a billion things at the same time. Some co-ordinated. Others, not so co-ordinated. I am not sure I can say for sure what it is I am thinking of per time. I am happy I am alive and well. Glad I have a family that cares and love me. Thankful that I have a job. Appreciate the fact that I have a place to lay my head each night. Thankful that I have friends I can call and fight with (just because), laugh and cry with and share good news. Glad for that special man that makes me smile and tells me everything will be all right. I get sad when I hear bad news. Bad News that can easily be avoided. Children dropping out of school, hawking on the streets and getting into street fights and trouble with the law when they should be playing pranks in their classes and be children. I get sad when I see the physically challenged begging on the streets. Its tough being challenged. You get to wonder why everyone else is not challenged and you are. My sister says it take...