Rule your World

It’s been a while… I know, but that’s besides the point. It’s a new day and you can hear yourself breathe, and feel the things around you. You can read through this post and have your instincts react or respond to it. Now, isn’t that a point? One point to be thankful for for that matter! Alhamdulillah 😀

If you ask me about what has changed real fast in our ways as humans, i would say it’s how we learn. It’s so different from how we used to years before.
We sit in classrooms but the actual examples we understand to the equations are from youtube tutorials. We hang out with our colleagues to hear their jokes but we only laugh out loud when we read the tweets of the day, for those are the actual jokes our minds comply with! We smile only with genuineness when someone comments on our pictures on social media, and no, one on one complements don’t count as much anymore. Do you flow with this whole gist yet?

Life has become a teacher through passivity. We learn the bits of life from people far away, people whom we have never seen nor come in close contact with. The trends have become mirrors, and cyber slangs and expressions now our languages. And no, it’s not your fault. It’s just how things have turned. The world is converting even from a global world to a global village! Oh no, it’s now even a global room; a world where solace is sought via the tips of your fingers on your keyboard. A world where a fight with your sister or friend isn’t a bother, her companionship can easily be replaced with 5 others on the web. Unfortunately, we are getting it all wrong.

The comfort we derive from social network is just as good as the comfort of a cigar. You drag it and it feels so good, but the warmth that comes with it doesn’t last forever. It only drags you along with it so that you keep going back for more sticks of the cigar, craving the warmth that never stays. Until you have become an addict. You can’t even go a day without it anymore, and then an hour without it becomes torturing. And then, you find yourself being consumed by it, rather than you consuming it. Read back and replace every word of cigar with the internet. Now that’s what’s happening! You are being consumed by the internet without even knowing it.

Often times we are in this internet mess because we had not been paying attention. We do not take moments off to ponder our actions and what spurs us to them. We do not even ask ourselves why we do the things we do. We may not even know, that what one sees, listens to, relates with, talk/contribute or get involved in, affects one’s life. As we scroll through our timeline seeing this picture, listening to that rant/music, following a gossip or some lousy celebrity gist, we are indirectly affected. Our thoughts become shaped and our opinions pedaled towards channels influenced by the aforementioned. A way out, be the boss in your terrain!
It will do you good dear reader, to filter, sieve, mute or delete, drop or pick the things that you feed your mind with on a daily basis. You can’t shut out this irresistible world of course, but you sure can guide yourself while you are at it. Be wise.

Have a good morning, and do leave a comment below on your thoughts about my monday morning rant 😀. Thanks

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Go for it!

It wouldn’t hurt a bird to have you run a kite with it in the skies. It wouldn’t even bat an eyelash for you to want to see a different version of beautiful. Don’t be scared when opportunities present themselves, rather be willing to try a new space and see how it feels. It is only when we try that we know how far we can go, not when we get intimidated by the might of what’s in front of us.

Take for instance a child born new into this world with his parents wanting him to become a lawyer or a doctor. Being either of these two is no play nor joke. It has to do with not only planning but starting somewhere. Patiently, the parents watch the child grow, learn to talk and walk. They enrol him into preschool then nursery, primary, all up to secondary school. And then he enters the University! It must have taken years of tears and sweat. Years of sacrifices and dedication. But in the long run, he becomes a doctor and someone says “Oh, I wish it were that easy for my child too.” Truth is, it’s never easy for anyone. Even if you couldn’t make it at first attempt, don’t stop trying.

You just need to delve in and see how far you can go in every bit of the journey. Afterall, God only needs us to try and show Him that we are prepared for what’s ahead. He alone can guide and bless us with the victory that we truly deserve.

So reader, what are you waiting for?

Recipe for Spaghetti with smoked titus and crayfish sauce.

 

For Spaghetti

Spaghetti
Salt
Water

Place a pot with clean water on fire (stove or gas) and bring to boil. Add your pasta and a little or no salt at all. Boil for about five minutes or till almost soft. Pour content of the pot into a sieve and then pour in cold water to drain out all starch left in the pasta. Pour the pasta back into the pot, adding salt and some water enough to make the pasta soft. Do not add too much water, just a little will do. Add a bit of oil if you wish to (this would help ensure it doesn’t get gummy). Once it’s done, turn down the heat. Your spaghetti is ready!

 

For Titus & crayfish sauce

Smoked titus
Cray fish
Blended Pepper
Onions
Oil
Maggi & Salt
Curry & thyme / ginger & garlic (optional)

Place a pot on the fire with a low heat. Pour in some vegetable oil. Add your already sliced onions about five seconds after. Stir-fry a little to prevent the onions from burning. Add in your blended pepper next. (I used tomatoes and grounded chilli pepper but you can use red peppers instead). Stir fry for about five minutes then add your seasoning and salt as required. The crayfish and the smoked Titus should be added next. The titus must have been de-boned and torn into bits/pieces. Stir-fry (to prevent the sauce from burning) for about twoIMG_20180106_160319_585.jpg more minutes and then turn off the heat.

And that’s fried plantain by the side to make the meal more scrumptious 😋. Simply peel your plantain, slice and fry in oil until golden brown. 

Yummy! Pass me a plate pls.

©️Nana bee

One Plus One equals One

A productive morning to you fellow 😃. Did you sleep well? Did you make it to work early enough? Was breakfast tasty? Or no! You kinda feel weak to get as productive as you should be?
It’s okay to feel that way. Don’t get so worked up that you are not doing it all well, just yet. Great things take time. Just keep trying, Alright? 😊

There are times thoughts cloud your mind and you see yourself in a different place. You are standing at the foot of a mountain but in your mind, you are up the hill already! Yes, that kind of scenario.

So yesterday morning i thought – what if i were in a competition and was asked to choose btw my husband and mom. Whom would i choose? I was, in my mind’s eye looking at me on the hot seat. I was arguing with the anchor saying i wouldn’t choose any over the other. I would take both but he wouldn’t have it. He wanted me to choose just one. Eventually, i thought of one thing but i would share only after i have posted the story that has inspired this post.

Yesternight, i got one of those broadcast (bc) messages my lecturer, who was also my project supervisor as an undergraduate, in person of Dr Bashorun M. T., sends from time to time. I couldn’t read it at the time but ensured i made a mental note to go back to it as soon as i could (that has become my new custom with broadcast messages. I add them to the to-read list on my mind and go back to reading them.)

I decided to scroll down my whatsapp chat msgs this morning to read up the bc message and guess what it was all about? You had better see for yourself.

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A *TOUCHING STORY!!!*

One day, during an evening class for adults, the psychology Teacher entered the class and told his students, “Let’s all play a game!” “What Game?” The Teacher asked one of the students to volunteer.

A lady, Aliza came forward.

The Teacher asked her to write 30 names of most important people in her life on blackboard. Aliza wrote names of her family members, relatives, friends, her colleagues and her neighbors.

The Teacher told her to erase 3 names that Aliza considered most unimportant. Aliza erased names of her colleagues.

The Teacher again told her to delete 5 more names.

Aliza erased her neighbor’s
names. This went on until there were just four names left on the blackboard. These were names of her mother, father, husband and the only son…

The entire class became silent realizing that this wasn’t a game anymore for Aliza alone.

Now, The Teacher told her to delete two more name. It was a very difficult choice for Aliza. She unwillingly deleted her parents names.

“Please delete one more” said the Teacher. Aliza became very nervous and with trembling hands and tears in eyes she deleted her son’s name. Aliza cried painfully…The Teacher told Aliza to take her seat.

After a while Teacher asked “why your husband? The parents are the ones that nurtured you, and the son is the one you gave birth to ?
And you can always find another husband!!!”

Total silence in the class.
Everyone was curious to know her response. Aliza calmly and slowly said, “One day my parents will pass away before me. My son may also leave me when he grows old, for his studies or business or whatever reason. The only one who will truly share his entire life with me, is my Husband”.

All the students stood up and applauded her for sharing this truth of life.

This is true and a fact of life. God created marriage for all and its a relationship for life.

Always value your life partner, it’s not only for husbands alone but wives as well. God has united these two souls as one and it’s on you to nurture this relationship above all other
relationship you have with friends, loved ones and
family.

Before marriage, God first, your family second but when married, God first and your husband or wife second.

So as a Couple enjoy your marriage and make it healthy, truthful, peaceful, enjoying, religious,
romantic and enviable!!!

*HAPPY MARRIED LIFE TO ALL COUPLES AND POTENTIAL COUPLES ON THIS PLATFORM*

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Actually, i had resulted to a conclusion i later dismissed. I decided i was going to select the one from amongst the two whom islam places high above the other. I thought: “who is most important to you in the world, according to Islam? Paradise is said to lie beneath mother’s feet, so i would choose mother.

As i was perusing that though, i remembered a quote i read on instagram which states that obedience to one’s husband is above obedience to one’s father. Then i thought, does such go for the mother too? Is my husband more important than my mother?

I would keep looking for a clearer distinction but note: both are the most important people to a woman in the world – her mother & her husband. And as for the story, i leave you to agree or disagree.

Aisha Harun (Nanabee)
November, 2017

 

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The constructions at Oshodi

 

It was a journey home from school, for the last time as an undergraduate. I had completed my clearance and signed out of the institution just the day before. It was a thing of joy and fulfilment. Four years done, and dusted. Phew!

I sat in the yellow _molue_ bus in the traffic at Oshodi, reminiscing about my moments in Lagos at that same place I was. As for my alma mater, the feeling of nostalgia had not yet clouded my mind. I was back where I was familiar with and lived with, years before. I was sitting in a bus in the city my body and mind had always known as home – sweet home.

As the bus travelled slowly -matching the pace of the traffic with faltering progress, I looked out of the side window. I could see people everywhere and heard voices and horns and music. I couldn’t make any sense out of the noise though. It was all busy out there with each person in the picture mending a different thing. And the smoke? So alive as though it were air itself. People were used to the smoke and couldn’t have cared less. I saw men and ladies, walking as fast as their legs could carry them. Some smelt of faded perfumes while some were obviously just beginning their day; although it was past eight in the night. I kept staring until I was tired of the unfolding drama, and kept my eyes on the constructions and the men at work, despite the hour.

I wondered what target Lagos state had set for itself; as workers should have long retired to the comfort of their homes by that time of the day already. A man with a helmet bent over a drill with his partner in the dark, with a torchlight to see what they were doing. I didn’t look at them for long, as this wasn’t Ilorin. Lagosians don’t stare at a thing or person for too long. You look and then move on.

I had however, stared for several minutes at a perfume seller I saw some miles away. He was covering his nose with a dark face-towel and I wondered why a fragrant vendor would cover his nose. Did the perfumes nauseate him? As I looked on I realized he probably was just tired as he stood against a railing looking a bit out-of-elements. He took the dark towel off his nose for a minute and that was when he saw me. That made me look away and wonder if he was only trying to hide his face. He might not want to be recognized for one reason or the other.

I looked back in his direction but this time only at the perfumes he displayed on the floor, padded by a large sack. He sold majorly smart collection perfumes and I knew some of the types he had in stock. I soon got bored with that and retreated to my corner of the bus. All commuters were tired of the very slow traffic and were starting to curse under their breath. As for me, I wondered how much more time I would spend in Lagos. It was better to enjoy the rush while it lasted. And so, I thought, why not resume your petty writings Aisha?

 

Diary of a prospective Corper.
Aisha Harun
(Nana bee)
November, 2017

MR RAZAK’S CHARGER!!!

beehI know my life is like a crazy box sometimes; perhaps, often times! Right now, I have three things ruminating my mind: how to be a better me, how to find a misplaced charger, and how to clear my mind.

Note that this post may be less beneficial than my previous posts – if you actually have been finding them beneficial. It might even seem like a no-direction piece to you eventually, so if you’ve got no time to spare, runnnnn. If not, then ride along with me pal! J

I just gulped down a sachet of pure water and so, my head is clearing. In retrospect, i have been enduring the pains tearing at my head from every corner of it, because i didn’t drink enough water after my brunch! and yeah, I can’t do without water 😦  Hear what the Doctor says each time: “you need 6 litres of water everyday Aisha!” But no! if i hear say i drink 4 seff

Now to the Proper of this discuss:

  • HOW TO BE A BETTER ME

Yeah guys. i am the ugly version of myself and i am not even bluffing L. Think of Aisha Harun as a person; complete as God has made her, and believe me, you’d perceive nothing but wholeness. You’d see perfection in form of uniqueness. You’d see beauty worthy of lofty admiration. You’d see a legendary being. You’d seee….. *sigh* I am sighing because all those aren’t what you’d see. They are what you SHOULD see but you wouldn’t see them.

Here is the noise that’s been blurring the actual message – I am first of all, a huge procrastinator! And trust me, i am not doing what should be done, enough, to reel that off my sleeves. I need help!!!! Only that you can’t help me, i just gatta sit up and help myself! To be honest with you guys, that’s the best way to go – not only for me, but for everyone out there looking to make a difference! The change you wanna see in yourself begins with how you handle the situation.

Asides procrastinating, i am not a person full of vigor “naturally.” The energy that an average human exhumes is like times 2 of my entire energyL. But i am not a chicken aha! I am just some rare egg that belongs in a throne “literarily more than the actually meaning of that uno.” This one is kinda beyond me but there’s God. I need only turn to Him. Abi?

And here is the last – I HATE being praised. When someone says: “Hey! That’s so wonderful girl. Keep it up!” it extinguishes my morale. I know. It’s weird but that’s one thing I have no power over. I just don’t know why a ‘thumbs up’ should make me ‘face down.’ But it does and I am working on it. We all get praised for one thing or the other at every point in time in our lives, and I believe no one should be less inspired for a “thumbs up.” So Aisha, you gotta shake that off! ASAPpray

  • THE MISPLACED CHARGER

“Have you found mr Razak’s charger?” I have been asking around all day. I even asked the top-boss :-O Poor me L

I used Mr Razak’s charger yesterday and returned it to his backpack before leaving for home. This morning however, he told me the charger I had kept in his bag isn’t his. Then whose?

I found out, later on, that the one I had returned is the secretary’s. Someone else had detached my phone yesterday and taken away Mr Razak’s charger but I didn’t pay attention to that fact. I just picked up my phone from the desk, grabbed the only available charger in sight – because it looked exactly like Mr Razak’s  – and went on to deposit it into his bag. He had travelled to a nearby state and would only return later – after closing hour.

So guys, keep the charger in your duaa! May Allah help it find its way back to us. Everybody is worried now.

  • HOW TO CLEAR MY MIND

No one’s mind is ever stack clear. NOONE! But someone’s mind could be near clear: Free like a bird in the skies and smooth like the evening breeze against one’s fore-arms. Awwwww. Sounds cool right?

Something’s been bothering me since last night and trust me, it’s like a wet log on my mind – heavy, damp, and crumby! I didn’t know what to do nor how to push it out of my mind until an idea struck me. To pray! So I observed sallah and I felt better.

But here is it man, life never leaves you happy for so long. I learnt from Dr Qarni’s book that

man barely stays happy all through a day, without encountering something that would cause him distress.

I cried and prayed and then thought of those words and I shook it off! It was WORLD PASTA DAY yesterday, so I ate some spaghetti to wash off the thought. Man cannot comman die abeg.

Albeit, I still am thinking of that thing till this moment.  Am in other words, bothered!L Well,  I just need you to help say “AMEEN’ to my prayers. Perhaps, that’s the solution outta this one! Pheew!

Have a nice day!

PS – i didn’t design those images. They are memes

Aisha the foodie

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The heading above gives you an insight to the content that’s following now. you shake your head, grin, or perhaps, coo with a little swerve that “i’ve finally admitted what a foodie i am” – for those who already know me. If you didn’t know me, here is what you may be thinking: Oh? is she actually a foodie? Or does she intend to say the reverse of what the heading depicts? How would one even admit that she is a foodie? Is she gonna talk about herself or some other Aisha? …and the list could be endless. And hey! if you didn’t know already, know it now. I am Aisha! Aisha Harun to be precise. And believe it when i say i hate to not use my name as my username for this blog, fate just always has different plans! Besides, “Nanabee” is so cool. Such a cool .. de plume that i am eternally grateful that Allah granted it to me. hehehehe 🙂

Shall we get serious here and now?.?

Food can be said to be any substance, consumable, and beneficial to the body, giving it the nourishment and vigor it requires. We are not in a food class, so i would assume further reiteration about what food means isn’t necessary here. However, it is paramount that i include, that food is also any edible substance with attraction, aroma, and also with the capability of triggering hunger – that might not have been perceived before one comes in contact with food. And yes! food is attractive. Many would go for a particular meal over the other at a ceremonial function because the former looks well garnished and/or smells so nicely. In fact, hunger sometimes dissolves into thin air when outlining the reasons why some people eat as much as they do. They don’t feel hungry but they are inevitably attracted to the food. So bang! They attack with their harmless but steel weapons of spoons and forks. Need i say here, that food is like fine wine (for those who have a comprehensive understanding of the pertinence and joy it proffers) or like a beautiful bride: untouched, physically bounteous and ready to be relished by one deprived of for a time too long. In essence, when a man eats good but delicious food, he forgets his woes – even if it for the minutest of seconds. The question that springs forth then is, “How there you call such person a foodie? How dare you? Aha!

imagesThink about your life and the events that have portrayed themselves in it. Reflect over your likes and desired properties and valuables you have always wanted to acquire; albeit the ones you have acquired. Does “eating surface on the list?” why then should you eat as though it were the top of your to-do list each day (and still consider yourself as no foodie)? if you ask me, i would say it is because it is as necessary as every other thing i intend to covet in life because, food is the fuel for the body. But No! saying that automatically makes me a foodie.

If i commend a plate of amala and abula , garnished with shaki, fuku, and kpomo (assorted meats) i would be tagged a foodie! If my display picture on social network carries the picture of “nkwobi” with a sweating cup of orange juice beside it, i am a foodie! To ruin it all, if i am found devouring a plate of a properly prepared porridge, some unique casserole or even rice, beans and dodo with maybe kpomo that had been long drowned in soup (making it so curled up), ahhh…. i just affirmed their presumptions. I, Aisha, am a hopeless foodie!

Let’s get practical a while – for those who are familiar with the funke Akindele current series-
If you eat as much as kiki does in “JENIFA’S DIARIES,” i really wonder what category you fall in. If you would compare yourself to the way jenifa eats,  you are like I am :). if you are no more than toyosi – barely ready to cook but almost always prepared to eat, i could be better than you are. But if you are “Adaaku – shoo gbojookuni?” congratulations my friend. we have just located the foodie in the heading above! *grins*

On a serious note, Islam teaches us to appreciate the provisions made by Allah but that we shouldn’t let extremities take charge. The prophet (pbuh) relished different dishes, drinks, and sweets during his days. History revealed that he loved bread, honey, milk, and dates! No, you wouldn’t! you wouldn’t know all that. You would rather eat little food because you watching your weight. you would barely eat fruits as you already bought yourself some snacks and cant be superfluous in your spending. Besides, Aisha is the foodie here not you. init?

Get the point fam. Read the words rather the ink of which they have been crafted.

The fact that a person appreciates the beautiful colour that each variety of food is adorned with (by the Almighty), the fact that I like to have a taste of, not just a single type of food (for i am no food racist, aha!), the fact that i eat fruits before a meal, while relaxing, or suck on a candy while studying does not make me a foodie. And then, the fact that you don’t do all that but eat only thrice a day does not make you any less of a foodie!

Some of these people who tag others foodie, eat with bowls big enough to house a baby during its shower, thrice on a daily basis and still say “Why are you such a foodie?” to people like us. Biko who are you deceiving?

i am making no suggestions that we eat for countless times in a day or make every food item a commuter into our intestines. i am simply saying, know the difference! appreciate food, savour the taste of each variety, eat but with moderacy and know the difference between what a foodie is and what it’s not!

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And here we are readers, it’s still like a puzzle for whomsoever got carried away by the flow rather than the message (like i usually do when i read an article tirelessly.) It’s okay uno. You can read again to find out if i am a foodie or not :). Just know one thing for sure: moderacy is the key to leaving a healthy life (even in matters with no relations with food.)  If you eat varieties moderately and you’re tagged foodie, turn your “deaf ear mode” on. Shikena!

Warning: this post is not give a generally accepted definition of the word “foodie” but to change your notion as to how to use the word appropriately. Quoting me could hence, land in you in a foodie mess… :’)

Thanks for reading.

yours,
Nana bee