The Writeventures of Emaleecious

If you've not read the previous parts, read them here- Part 1 , Part 2 , and Part 3. ******************* Ladi curled up in the corner of the couch, arms wrapped tightly around herself, the flickering television casting shadows across her face. The living room was quiet except for the gentle hum of the air conditioner. Chenu stood by the window, phone in hand, his thumb hovering over a contact: Dr. Hamzat_Oncologist. “I have booked the initial tests,” he said without turning around. “We can start the advanced treatment phase next week. They said there’s an immunotherapy trial we might qualify for. I’ve sent over your records.” Ladi didn’t respond. “I’ve also spoken with our account officer at the bank. If we need to take a loan along the way, it will be available. Whatever it takes. I promise you won’t walk this road alone.” More silence. He finally turned, slowly, and moved closer. “Ladi, did you hear me?” “Yes, I did.” Her voice was steady, but flat. “And I wish I didn’t.” “What d...

  Hello, wonderful people! How are you all doing? How did the week treat you? I hope you’ve gotten the cream of everything nice. Were those meetings stressful? Did that colleague annoy you? Did you meet those deadlines? How far with that target? Don’t worry—the weekend is finally here, so relax! Grab a seat, prop your feet up, get that glass of wine (or water), and just breathe! If last week was stressful, I didn’t know what was coming this week. It feels like events hit me right in the face, and the force spun me around in a new direction. But don't worry, I'm not here to unload on you. I just wanted to let you know that all is well. If you think your week was tough, best believe that someone else probably had it worse, so let’s be thankful! I hope Psalm 20:2 comes true for you -  May God send you help in times of trouble. This week, countless ideas have been buzzing in my mind for different projects I’m working on this season of my life. I need grace and strength to sort ...

With the lift of the COVID 19 #lockdown in Nigeria, we have seen and heard of so much evil, it is scary. The increasing number of rape cases has made it necessary for us as a people to ensure we teach our children the right things. Parents need to educate both the boy child and female child- Teach the female child to stay safe always and teach the male child to protect the girl always! A friend was lamenting the other day about how things generally die down after a while here in Nigeria, and I told her its because we have a very short attention span for things. In a bid to have the "happening gist" we tend to move on too quickly to the next big news without concluding serious prevailing issues at hand. Much too quickly, we move on, forgetting that nothing has been done about it, and that nothing will be done about it till it rears its ugly head again.  The month of June seemed to be a whisper of a promise, a glimmer of hope to many, but so far, all we have heard in Lagos wher...

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...

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...

Compliments of the Season to you my friend. We have made it this far only by the Grace of God and I am happy we made it together! I do not know why I am so excited about this Christmas but I can sense that everything good will surely come.  I hope and pray the same for you too.  .....*****..... Yesterday my pretty niece was christened. Her name is Moriah which means "place of worship" Its such a beautiful name for a pretty princess. I couldn't attend the christening though, I was stuck at work an left the office well after 6 pm. I got to her house and I met the rest of my family and my amazing friends (you know yourselves) were there too. Too much to eat and drink and yet we were fighting over chilled cans of coke. #smh we can be agbaya's sha. But we had a good time. Family rocks always!!! .....*****..... We started the 2nd phase of our workshop today. We organized a 10 Point CPD for MD's and MO's and the turn out wasn't too bad considerin...

Every day new births are recorded and celebrated somewhere. Everyday deaths are recorded and mourned. Some celebrated for life well spent, some mourned for a short life spent. No one likes to hear news of deaths, buts its a circle of life that can't be avoided. When I first learned of the death of Paul Walker I mourned his passing. I just thought to myself this life is like air. It can't be captured. You live and next thing you are gone. I went to google to look at his incredible eyes again. I couldn't help but feel (like many i'm sure) that it was just such a waste of a "specie". If you doubt me, check out these pictures...     I was really sad, but smiled a little when I saw his amazing eyes. Then I smiled a whole lot more when I saw a supposed quote by him   "If one day the speed kills me, do not cry because I was smiling" .  This also made me think - here was someone who loved what he did for a living. I mean, to say that the person mus...

Yesterday, I saw a beautiful sight. It wasn't anything out of this world or extraordinary. It was of a little girl . Probably 8 or 9 who had obviously been sent on an errand. I was on my way back from work and had just entered into my sister's estate. She had sent me to help her pick up a few things from the market. So here I was with my heavy bag (I felt someone played a prank on me and loaded it with rocks :( !!), my lunch bag (which I regretted carrying), my bag of personal things from my office (we were moving office, so I had to take home my personal effects) and the bag of goodies for my sister. Did I mention that I had to go into the market and walk back? No, I guess I didn't. So apparently, I wasn't in the best frame of mind. I might have even grumbled a bit about carrying so many bags at once. Anyway, I was trudging along and dreaming of how I'd get home and drop it all and play with my nephew when I saw this little girl. She was in her own world a...

Permit me to use this new word coined from Disappointed and Frustrated. Thank you. And no, I don't feel this way right now at all. Far from it. On the contrary I am on a high. *wink* Ok. I promised to do a post on my jewellery project, but I'll still get to do it. This story has been pushing itself to me since yesterday and share it I must. There was a Retreat for some of my colleagues  in May, and I was to be a part of it. Notice for the Retreat was rather short and it actually conflicted with my brother-in-Law's (BIL) wedding. Well, the retreat was in Benin for Tuesday to Friday, and the wedding was in Kwara State for Friday and Saturday. This meant I had to pack a suitcase for the 2 events, right? Well, my MIL had graciously sent me the fabrics (Aso-ebi) for the Traditional and Church wedding, and I still hadn't found a tailor to help me make something really nice. (I wanted to dress to impress my would be in-laws). AS time was running out, I ditched...

Its been a while... I got a push from Olamsy   to blog today, and I promised him I would try to put something up about today, even though I really didn't feel like it. Today was very interesting from different perspectives. Love I saw enough bbm updates today as DP's and DS's, mostly from the girls and it was so sweet (wink). My friend, Osaore, tried to make me put up my boo's picture but I told her I wouldn't because He didn't put up my own picture as well. Before you judge me, I know I shouldn't have waited to see my picture, but I really didn't feel like. And I don't believe in doing things just because. Even the married one's were not left out in displaying their love publicly, and that to me was very nice. I love my boo and I ain't ashamed to say it. (wink). He actually came to my office to drop off my gifts. I was soooo shy (lol) especially as my gift to him wasn't ready yet. When we hugged, he whispered the words...

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 one thing that unites men ( and ladies alike) The thing that also divides and causes friction. It brings people together in love and solidarity. It tears people apart. It relaxes  It makes tense. There is no win-win situation.  One party either wins or loses. When its a draw, its uninteresting. It is better when a victor emerges! The other day  was in a bus. When I got in, everyone was doing their business as usual. No one knew the other person, so we were all content to sit quietly. Musing, pondering, thinking, wishing, as the case may have been. Enjoying the smooth ride and dancing in rhythm to the bumps on the road. Ahead, I noticed a crowd, mostly men. I began to panic, wondering what could be happening. (It was night you see, and I hate being without a partner in the dark.). I craned my neck a little further, trying to see what could be happening. (I needed to know if I was supposed to get down and bolt as fast as possible before informing the other passeng...