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There’s no better ‘pick me up’ than the aroma of a deliciously prepared food. I mean, let’s face it, food is an integral part of living. But then, not just any food, I’m talking about the kind of food that makes you shed tears of joy. One that makes you wonder at the ingeniousity of long dead homosapiens about the discovery of certain foods. I believe, y’all know where I’m going with this, (cues internal drumroll) – Jollof rice!!
It’s quite popular in most West African countries, especially in Nigeria. Here in my beloved country, any attack made on Jollof rice, equates as an attack to all. It is our national duty to defend the delicacy that has been there for us throughout the ups and downs of several special occasions ranging from birthday parties, weddings, naming ceremonies and so on. Any form of special gathering without the presence of this food, is considered an abominable act. Let’s not forget the day, Lai Mohammed (a politician in Nigeria) tried to drag the respected image of the Nigerian jollof through the mud. He was not prepared for the kind of tongue lashing he received.
I know it’s been in existence for a long while but then, thanks to social media platforms like twitter and instagram, we get to sing praises of this ‘legend’. It even led to Jollof wars on the internet. Jollof rice has gone from being just a food prepared at parties to become what speaks to most people on a ‘spiritual level’ (permit my theatrics). I mean, just picture a steaming hot plate of jollof rice, blessed with the presence of their royal highnesses,fried chicken and beef; let’s not forget to add fish to the mix and probably, a spoonful of coleslaw. A typical cloud nine kind of feeling, I tell ya!
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Unraveling the mysteries of the unrivalled
Interlocking waves of disturbing myriads
Churning thoughts or rather chaotic
Chains, shackles and ropes
A captive in Niflheim
I became the savage?
Fish’s sloppy movement
Birds jive, fluttering wings
Branches swinging to the wind’s flute
Tap of morning dew on petals
I became the dancer?
To the melancholic rhythm
Searching deeper into the seemingly endless space
Feeling intoxicated while the evening passes away
The evening becomes intoxicated as the soul passes away
Into the world of shadows
I became the void?
So, youths have been identifying with the Pop culture recently and claiming to be Afrocentrics at the same time. And we’ve got music that’s in alignment with this trend. You’ve got songs from like Manya from Wizkid, Fia from David, Magun from Niniola, Streets of Africa from Burna boy. We’ve got Taylor Swift doing her ‘pop’ thing also, like seriously, there’s a difference between experiencing a burn out and needing a therapist and music. I mean, what’s up with that recent album and the whole drama on Instagram account. There’s the Lorde’s version of pop culture also (cues dramatic eye roll). I listened to Wizkid’s Manya and I was like ‘okay, what did I just listen to?’ I literally couldn’t make out the words, and when I did, with the help of Google, I still couldn’t figure out the whole thing. I checked for the meaning of Manya and all I got was ‘bitter’ Hebrew meaning: Bitter Latin meaning: Latinate form of Mary Russian meaning: Bitter Ukrainian meaning: Bitter, literally!! The issue of Afrocentrism is another headache on its own. I asked a self proclaimed Afrocentric once what it meant to be what she claimed she was. And believe me, I got a lecture on Ankara prints and Ghanaians ‘kente’. Some people just follow trend just to be identified as different or what. Most times, you find people that are socially awkward, insecure or those that are victims of inferiority complex being ardent followers. Due to these insecurities, they develop some sort of social identity issues that pushes them to achieve this ‘positive distinctiveness’ by joining what they perceive to be relevant social groups or should I say ‘what makes them appear to be less of a loser that they assume themselves to be’. Y’all remember the ‘black is beautiful’ movement. You see where I’m going with this yet? I’m not trying to rile anyone or scrap your ‘beliefs’. My point is just that, take a seat and acknowledge the real reason why you’re doing this. It’s a facade that’s gonna wear out sooner or later. Just saying.
I don’t know if sometimes, you also feel like you’re tired of everything and overwhelmed. It’s more like some sort of lethargy sneaks up on you and bam! you lose the zeal to live. One moment, you’re happy and the next, you’re sad. Or worst still, you’re attacked by bouts of anxiety and you’re disillusioned about everything. This indicates that your stressors have been pushed to the wall, which leads me to chronic stress syndrome
Chronic Stress sets in when your stressors have been mismanaged. It might also be a result of experiencing a traumatic event. Some people experience burn out at their jobs, they just start losing touch with their initial source of happiness. It’s a serious issue that needs to be addressed immediately as it takes severe emotional toll. People suffering from this syndrome are prone to insomnia, anxiety, depression, weakened immune system and even heart disease. Its like the queen of all “burn outs”. And it’s like you didn’t even ask for this. You didn’t ask for your neurons to misbehave ; as too much of acetylcholine is associated with depression and too little is associated with dementia. I think the most scary feeling is not having any form of control over what’s happening to you, your body, just to watch it happen. It’s like being a visitor in your own home; to be held hostage by your own body and being hopeless to stop it. Well, almost hopeless. Certain activities like exercising, you know, physical activities that serve as therapy. Also, there are psychiatrists that can help with this. And here is where I make a special shout out to my fellow Africans, especially Nigerians, ‘see therapists!!!’ We’ve got to let go of the belief that ‘only the mentally disturbed consults a therapist’. Mentally disturbed in my country consists of people walking around in tattered clothes and drug addicts only (sighs dramatically). We’re human beings with blood in our veins and neurons that occasionally go crazy, so kindly lay down the idea of ‘blacks don’t crack’ for a bit and open your eyes to the larger picture. And see that, either Black or Caucasian, y’all crack.
And Merry Christmas, everyone!!
The temple talks,
Of not so ancient shudders
And not so archaic moans
Although, buried in the sepulchre of neglect
Her sacred hollow remembers the overwhelming presence of the ‘divining rod’
The temple knows
Her hollow knows too
That the hour is come yet again
The divining rod would come again
A majestic sight, glistening with drops from its magical potion
To probe her secret thickets,
And maraud her wide flung parts with zeal.
I was nominated by the lovely IvesTrendyTopic for this award and I’m very grateful. So, I started this blog about two months ago because I’ve got this itch to share my views and writings with others. To help people find solace within themselves and to enjoy the beauty of creative writing, most especially poetry
Although I’m a greenhorn, I’ll like to share fews things I’ve learnt so far
1. Try to come up with interesting topics and develop a creative flare in your posts so as not to bore your readers
2. Follow other bloggers and try to drop comments
3. You also try to follow other bloggers that share the same interest in the things you discuss.
And here are my nominees
Here are a few simple things to do to participate in this award:
1. Show your gratitude to the person who nominated you and provide a link back to the person’s blog.
2. Give a brief story on your blog.
3. Share two or more pieces of advice for beginner bloggers.
4. Choose 10 other bloggers to nominate. *i did 8*
5 Comment on each blog by letting them know they’ve been nominated and provide a link to your award post.