#ThrowbackStyleThursday My Little Black Judging Dress

It is #ThrowbackThursday and a perfect opportunity for a style throwback.

I remember i had two versions of the dress in this picture. One was more of a peach colour but i loved the black one because it was simple but then has that pizzazz brought on by the glittery top half. If you know me and my mantra, you know that is what describes my style- simple but dramatic.

I took this picture on the red carpet for the talent show, 'God's Children Great Talent' where i was a regional judge. It was fun to see kids of between 3 and 18 dancing, drawing, singing and more.

Judging is never easy but i always try to be firm and fair.

Throwback post... "The Bone of the Matter"

(This post was first written in 2014)

I am here in the hospital waiting for my turn to see the doctor and just watching as different people walk in. Well, more like, limp, hop and roll in.

My hospital takes care of people like me who have hurt their bones one way or the other. I hurt mine by falling and cracking a bone in the hip and as I sit, I wonder how all these other people hurt theirs.

Who here was in a car accident? Who was pushed? Who got into a fight?
We don't talk other than to nod and say hello as we do the shuffle.
The shuffle is get in, get your card, see the nurse, do an x-ray, see the doctor, get your drugs, go home.

The shuffle is slow as each person either has crutches, or a wheel chair.

It's crazy how hurting yourself can change your perspective and indeed, your life.
I was away from the radio for seven weeks and even lost a gig. That gig pained me sha. I was supposed to have hosted an event and the client saw me and thought, nah, don't want her again.
Chei.

BUT, the support has been great. My boss said take the time you need. My partner became a rock. My sister, mother, cousin and family took turns taking care of me. Fans of the show kept missing me and wishing me well via every social media platform known to man and my friends like Lamide Akintobi have just put smiles on my face.

I'm blessed and thankful.

I cried a lot during the first few weeks because if you know me, you know I love to move and work and walk and jump and dance.
I felt cut off from so much and panicked. The Nigerian society pities more than it supports. I also understand a bit of what life is like for people with disabilities. Most places don't have facilities for them to use and it is expensive.

But I am grateful and thankful and more in love today than ever before.

So I write this while waiting to see the doctor.
Blessed
And highly favoured!!!

#TBDaily x #MondayMotivation A Day is a Day is a Day

Growing up, Mondays felt sacred. I watched people treat Monday like a mystical day. You had to 'price' the goods in the market properly, not fight with your neighbours and not give bad or stressful information because 'o saro Monday" (it was early Monday morning).
Okay.

For me, i hated Sunday evenings because they brought the week, not just Monday, but every single day i would have to wake up early, then go to school and get some homework for the next day. Till today, Sunday evenings can be scary for me.

Between university and NYSC, when i could truly let my inner gypsy shine because lectures / classes could be at anytime so Mondays were no longer as special, i fell back to loving each day for what it brought.

It was refreshing to not have Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays etc, but have 'Family Law', 'Js 3' etc. For holidays, days became blurry and Monday (and to a lesser extent, Sunday), lost its scare.

For those of us in the creative industry, or who run companies outside a 9 to 5, the same effect is there. Like i tell people, i work on Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Thursdays, Fridays, Saturdays, Sundays... any day that ends with day.

The best way to tackle these things really is to not attach any special or mystic importance to any day in particular. That is not to say you shouldn't chart your energy levels and know your best days, but when we have all these 'moandays' jokes et al, it just gives 24 hours power. The kind of power we give 'New Year', but without the positive side effects like resolutions.

So this little message is to say, it is all psychological. And if you conquer Monday, you can conquer the week, But remember, after all is said and done, each day is the same twenty four hours. Don't let one day ruin your week. Nor life.