The Writeventures of Emaleecious

I don't know who I am anymore.  I think I have forgotten who I used to be. What I used to be... I had always been a very confident person. Cock sure of what I wanted. I knew who I was so there was no cowering at anytime. I was vivacious and bold. Daring...but now I am a pitiable shell of what I used to be. How did I let go of myself?  Where did I get lost? How did I become this soft blob? Where did I switch my identity? I look at my image in the mirror and what I see scares me. When did I become that kind of woman? That woman who hates to see her body because of its many imperfections. The same imperfections I used to wink at and say "I love you regardless"? When did I cower in shame at myself? Why do I suddenly see all the warts on me? When did I start to look for validation from another? Why do I cower in shame when he comes in and I am naked? How on earth did I get to this point? I still remember how we couldn't get our hands and eyes off each other a while bac...

Hello good people! Trust you have been good? I have been good all this time too in all sense of it. I have also been struggling with my last post. If you missed it, you can read it  here . I put up a thought provoking post on forgiveness and as I went home that evening, I was battling with my mind. I had to ask myself if I had truly forgiven him for what I felt he did to me. I realized that I hadn't forgiven him. I felt it was too much to forgive. He wronged me gannnn! Kai, that kind was too much. Then I heard that quiet voice that you can't ever miss say but I forgave you of all your sins, and the event still turned out well. Why not let him go? Then my mind went unbidden to all the times he had tried to call, or reach out to us. His own way of saying sorry. I squeezed my face. It wasn't the same as saying sorry jor. Because I act like I'm sorry doesn't mean I am saying I am sorry. And the voice says OK, and lets me be. But I can tell you that since that day...

Its a lot easier to ask us as humans to carry a whole car, even one loaded with barrels of sludge than to ask us to forgive those who we think have wronged us. Its easier to tell the next person to you "to forgive" any wrong doing than to take our own advice if the situation were reversed. Sometimes, we pay lip service by saying "I forgive you" but then we still remember 10 years down the road what they did to us and how badly we hurt.  What's the essence of forgiving if we don't forget it? Here's how Wiki defines forgiveness: Forgiveness  is the intentional and voluntary process by which a victim undergoes a change in feelings and attitude regarding an offense, lets go of negative emotions such as vengefulness, with an increased ability to wish the offender well. Its interesting what happens to us when we fail to forgive as against what happens to us when we forgive those who hurt us. What happens when we fail to forgive those who...

I'm becoming quite regular here...#shinesteeth. But I won't praise myself so much because I am not even predictable anymore. Something tells me deep down that after my self-praise, I will just revert to my old ways... #sigh. May God deliver me from myself.  Did I hear an Amen? How are you doing? Chopping life with double hands I presume? Chop am well. That's the way forward. But no mago-mago sha. God hates false things! Yesterday,  'Toro and myself were on our way to work and somehow the convo shifted to how our parents brought us up. We compared our growing up days to the way kids these days are brought up. What a world of difference!!!! An example- I remember clearly one day when a family friend came visiting. For some reason I can't remember, I didn't go to school. Herself and my mum had a good visit and as she prepared to go, she dipped her hand into her purse and came up with some money for me to use to "buy biscuits" for myself. Of co...

Hello Fam. I trust you had a great weekend like I did? Yes? #high five.....No? too bad...Next weekend will definitely be better. I came here to tell you all about my weekend. It was a whirlwind of activities. I learned valuable lessons too. On Saturday morning, I woke up and just felt like a fight! Seriously, I don't know why, but I needed to get the fight out of me. Who else to unleash it on except my darling T? The poor dude was still sleeping, so I woke him up with a tap. If only he knew what was coming his way, he probably wouldn't have answered me. Hahaha. Anyway, I asked him to please pamper me (trouble dey sleep oo, yanga go wake am). He looked at me like I had lost my marbles. So I calmly repeated my request. I told him I needed to feel pampered. I wanted him to buy me stuff just because, take me out every time and especially when I make a request, cook for me and all that. My husband looked like he was in a nightmare. He asked if I was ok? and I got up in ...

No be small thing ooo! My first comment is that people are wicked shaaaaaa!  Chai! Dia ris God oooo. This morning, I woke up but wished I could just call in sick. I didn't even want to get up from bed at all. So I did what I would do on days like this, called my mum (yep, she just has a way of making me get up from bed). We gisted for a while and she encouraged me to get up and get ready to go to work. I dropped the phone, had a bath and picked out my outfit for the day- A multi-color stripped top and a white chiffon pleated skirt. Then I looked out and noticed it had started to drizzle and it looked like a heavy rain was in the plan. I tried changing my outfit...tried 3 other outfits, but they just wouldn't do, so I picked out this Ankara dress I just had made. Between me and you, its Ankara, but I'm not telling anyone in my office that . I plan to keep smiling if they ask me what it is. Anyway, I had the liver to pick out this outfit for a Thursday because: ...

Hello Blogsville, Hope we had a great weekend? Did you get to read my first attempt at a short story? If you didn't you can read it here- Ikubiela- I really want to hear your comments (as genuine as it gets) so please feel free to use the comment box.  The post below- Samira- is another attempt at a story. Turns out I have plenty stories in my head. I didn't even know until I made an attempt.. Again, please feel free to use the comment box below to air your opinion. ...And don't forget to share it too! Be generous #wink Many thanks, Emaleecious. *********** Samira huddled in the furthest and darkest corner of the room as the footsteps sounded closer than ever. All the way up the stairs as the footsteps got louder, she prayed and beckoned on Allah to save her from the ordeal even though her heart knew there was no way out. Closer and louder, the heavy footsteps sounded in her ears, till the door knob turned quietly. She couldn’t help the whimper that es...

They were obviously in love. Their eyes told the story. You didn't need to ask any question. The aura surrounding them spoke volumes, it was the brightest of pinks. You were around them and all you wanted was to whisper words of love to anyone you thought was dear to you. Their hands were always on each other and they were never far from each other. When they announced their engagement, the entire community was in support and looked forward to the day. Together, they counted down to the wedding day. Theirs was a marriage created on the platform of Eros, woven in time and fortified in destiny. It left everyone thinking about their partners and what it would feel like to be in love like them. With joy, the community woke up one morning to see her rounded belly. She was swollen, expecting a child. They rejoiced with her and she was never short of help. Her compound was swept clean every morning by unknown people long before she awoke. Her pots were always filled with water at e...

Hi everyone. Trust you have been well? I have been a good girl so far. Haven't gotten into any trouble of any sort...even blogged a week ago. That's a major improvement for me I guess. The thing is, the news flying in the airwaves haven't been so good for the past one month plus. I mean the news in Nigeria. Its as if the proverbial wind don blow because fowl yansh don open well well, and make I no lie, the yansh ugly well well. In fact e dey smell because e don rotten join. May God help us. I thought I knew the meaning of corruption, but lately, I have been reoriented. It turns out that it is not even as i thought it to be...its merely stealing. Our defense is weak, our leaders are uninformed and are not ashamed, our people are turning out to be more resilient that I would have given them credit for. Its actually 50 days now since our girls were taken away. This isn't a movie or something. Its real. I can't even begin to imagine being away from loved on...

Source Happy Children's Day to all the children out there; to all those who have refused to grow up and to all those who remain children at heart but adults in body. lol Happy Children's Day to the kids who have been failed by our country. Its such a shame that we were not able to protect you or keep your innocence, but you are still children and deserve to have a holiday like every other child. Happy Children's Day to all the kids who are still protected, loved up and pampered by their parents...this is what childhood really is all about. I pray you never lose hope in your parents and the Society at large.

When God says " No " to others its not nearly as painful as when it hits close to home. Its so easy to tell someone "God knows best" when it doesn't directly affect us. But believe me, it hurts like hell when that "No" or "Not yet" is directed at us. It hurts like hell. Just yesterday' I told my friend "it is well, lets leave it in God's hands because we cant do anything about it anyway!" Today I asked God why He did what he did. And my answer came instantly. In my own voice. In my own words. Haunting me. - Not one Christian wants to be in Job's shoes even though we all want the blessings attached.  No matter how much the story( Read the entire book of Jobs) teaches us to be steadfast in our walk with God, no one wants to be Job willingly. I also remember saying our life is like a puzzle just fresh out of the box. It's everything but organized. No matter how perfect the picture on the box, we still need putting t...

Hello my beautiful people. One whole month has passed again. Can you beat that? I don't even know how the time flew by...well I think I was hoping it will fly sha. I was so broke this March #sigh. I couldn't wait for month end to get my salary. lol Haha, speaking of being broke, my brother encouraged me to do "Ajo" that was way above me this year. He contributed half of the money and I contributed the other half. The sad thing is he credited my account for 3 months upfront. Apparently, I didn't get an alert for the 3rd credit and thought God had suddenly enlarged my bank Account. So I spent the money with abandon and thought life was good...until He called me to remind me at the end of February that He wasn't due to make another contribution till April. Mbok, where do I start from? See me sweating in the office that day. He had to send me his bank statement and I had to go back to my banks to verify the payments made too.  At the end, I had to squeeze my ...

I am not out to look for trouble or wake up sleeping lions. I just want your honest opinion. Source Ladies, can you wash your man's ( man= boyfriend, husband, friend-with-benefits or friend-without-benefits ) clothes? If your answer is yes, why? Please state your reason. Source If no, please state your reason(s) as well. Source Thank you very much for being honest...and for your time. N.B ------Please note that I didn't say the following: your brother or your dad or your sick friend.  I also don't mean wash as in washing machine. I mean the regular hand wash. bowl/bucket/soap and water with your hands.

When you go to an organization for an interview how do you act or behave? Especially towards the people you meet or see there? Personally, I tend to greet everyone, starting from the security man to the receptionist. I think that's first of all because I have been possessed with a "greeting" spirit and secondly because it really doesn't take anything from me to greet someone. Something funny happened just now. Interviews are being conducted currently in my office and we have been seeing all manner of people- the confident, the not-so-confident-but-not-shy, the shy and what-have-you. Some come in with the impression that its already theirs, others are just hopeful...anyway I digress as usual. Source This lady just came in. I happen to be the only one on my floor right now as everyone I share office with is in a training somewhere in Ilorin. (I am not there because I am in a different group). So this lady walks in and begins staring at me. Her stare is so har...