Surprised to see this post, I’m sure. I’m sorry for the delay.
STORIES ONE & TWO – The King Women
I said before that my great aunt passed on? Well today was her burial and my 3 paternal aunts came to pay their last respects to her.
They got in yesterday, bringing peanut butter (which I immediately spread on my apple slices), amazing chin chin (so named because it is so apt) and lovely mangoes. I was at work when they got in and they went to my great aunt’s wake keep immediately afterwards.
I saw them later though.
But today was the day of the actual burial and I didn’t go to work.
First, we went to the church at Ebute Metta, (RCCG- Throne of Grace parish) where the church service took place. The pastor preached on preparing for death (I really liked the sermon), then we went to Ikoyi Cemetery which I actually entered. First time entering a cemetery. I wasn’t spooked, far from it. But when I saw that some burial plots were shared by 4 people in one case or 2 people who didn’t seem to know each other from anywhere (going by their dates of birth and death), it just reinforced my desire to be cremated.
I know that the important part of a human being is the soul and the spirit, that’s what animates you and draws people close to you or away from you but, for a plethora of reasons, when I die, I really want to be cremated.
Then to the reception, at the Yoruba Tennis Club. I’d never heard of it or visited before. But that just goes to prove that unfamiliar doesn’t always mean bad. And they have an Air Conditioner in the toilet!
I didn’t have breakfast so I ate:
Then we danced (Funny thing about that; someone would spray money on another, that other would collect the money and spray same money on yet another. Except me, of course. I’m not a big girl like that yet), then I helped share souvenirs (everyone took except for one Harvey Specter dress alike (no, I don’t watch Suits) who wore green native and spoke beautifully. Don’t have a crush either), then had a serious selfie session with yet another aunt:
Danced some more, ate a bit of her cream caramel (let’s just call it baked custard yeah? That was its name when I made it).
Took some more pictures for future happiness sake (something I do: where on happy days, I take silly pictures to view on serious or sad days. For instance:
And then we left.
STORY THREE – 🎵 It’s been a long day, without you my friend 🎵
I’ve mentioned Aisha here before. Anyway, the last time I heard from or saw her before yesterday, was in 2014?
After that day, I think she lost her phone or something of that nature cos I never saw or heard from her again.
That is, until yesterday when surprise surprise, she came to my office. Apparently, she knows my boss. Anyway, she stayed in my office for about 3 hours, made me take her to the bank and consider following her to Alade market and Oshodi. She’s a human whirlwind, I tell you.
And gosh, I was so happy to see her!
HAPPY FOURTH Picture? Story? Something
I like being happy, who wouldn’t like that? So, on BlackBerry, I follow pretty much every channel with Funny in its name (except that one that made that disgusting joke about women enjoying being raped). And I saw this, hehe:
STORY FIVE – 🎵 When I think about your mercy, and your faithfulness each dayyyyyy 🎵
For reasons I do not want to get into, I find myself a little bit broke. But the testimonies I’ve been receiving lately? Amazing. There was the time when I found a 1000 note in my wallet. I checked it earlier, there was nothing there, the new shoes I got yesterday; I’ve been planning to replace an old pair for about 3 weeks. The money I got sprayed today 😎🙌 etc.
I’d rather (have actually) starved before telling anyone to send me money. I’d much rather tell God.
And you know what? The Lord keeps providing for my needs according to HIS riches in glory in Christ Jesus.
Have a happy rest of the week!
http://adrielzjournal2013.wordpress.com/2016/03/06/nne-nne/- I especially love her take on coincidence.