Duby and Cathy

Duby and Cathy
we'd like to think we'd look like this- if we were 'white' ;) ....

Thursday, August 30, 2018

People and I

I have always had a love-and-hate relationship with people.

Not with humanity- oh, I love humanity. I love what we have achieved, what we are capable of, our vulnerability. Show me a stranger, and already my heart reaches out for them as my mind tries to unravel the idiosyncracies of this individual. I love all people, but truly only in the abstract. Or rather, I love them on the basic level of being....well,  human beings.

But knowing them is another story entirely.There are 2 types of people I have distaste for:
1. Those who have no patience for other's secret souls
2. Those who choose to act like they don't have one.

Maybe it's just some people's personalities I don't like. And don't get me wrong- I have no prolem with differences. I get that what make me tick, may not work for you. It's the people who don't accept these differences that erk me.




I dont know about you but all the cool kids are doing it.........

TRAVELLING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Catherine and I have a plan.......as always. We've planned a euro trip for this summer.....Northern Ireland-France-Spain-Greece. And then wherever it is that we go to last, we will do something crazy....it was my idea really- to write a long letter and bury it in the earth (probably at a landmark or something). And then years later when we are married with kids and all, we will go SEPARATELY to that same spot to dig up the letters and read them. Aren't me and my best friend so original?? (hint).

Wednesday, May 3, 2017

A Letter to my older self

Dear Future Duby,

You are now standing at the point where you looked up to many years ago and wondering how it is that you do not feel a damn difference. That is fine. You were never one to grow old anyway. The foibles of life are of many a plentitude that I can only imagine how much more you've grown and how much more you have to learn. There were a couple of things I would have loved to tell you when you were much younger but perhaps I was afraid to temper the beauty of uncertainty. Eager to relish the curiosities of unexpectancy. But alas! It is with the half baked entitlement of a younger self (roughly 22 years and 10 months of age) that i present to you my many few heirlooms of wisdom from the past. Ironically, as you like it.

There is no such thing as "fate", or "God's plan", so dont cry over spilt milk. Make a template and present it to God for his guidance. If you earn it, he will grant it. You learnt a great lesson that August 16th when you received the disastrous surprise of three poor A level grades which you hard worked dearly for. Blame it on whatever but it does not matter because you fought your way up with hard work and faith to eventually get into law school and go on to become a very successful english barrister with a brilliant university track record. Peace out AQA!

But do not be arrogant. The beauty of success is that it should inflame in us a dual desire to share it and to relish it. Do more of the former and have no regrets.

Your confidence in handling your love life has and shall always be impressive. Have no shame in your forthrightness. Be as bold as you were, be as strong as you can. Remember how many bullets you dodged in the past, in the way of unreliable lovers? Keep it going. Keep your heart protected.

On that note it is AMAZING that you remained chaste through all the years. I told you it wasn't worth it anyway. And i'm sure the joy you experienced during your honeymoon (It was in Peru yes?) was as justified as ever.

And your husband.....give it all in...show him everything. Tell him how many nights you fantasised about him, tell him how long you yearned. Tell him about your favourite love stories, take him to Galway, watch PS I love you with him, tell him about Gerry and Holly, listen to Ronald Keating , and tell him how you cried the first time you watched the notebook. You always were a romantic..show him that. With time he will truly understand.

Tell mummy thank you as often as you can. She was right about everything...you cannot imagine.

And call you friends too. Be there for everything. Watch Catherine deliver her first baby, watch her perform her first surgery. Surprise Tujo with an amazing baby shower, visit Beatrice all the time. Do not spare your love, they have been loyal to you forever. Remember Laertes said to Polonius- "Those friends thou hast and their adoption tried, grapple them to thy soul like hoops of steel.

Do everything you promised, Leave no stone unturned. It is not enough that you composed a first class thesis on institutional racism within the english criminal justice system. Follow through. Correct it. Make the right changes everywhere.

Move back to Nigeria at some point. Yes...it it has to be done. There is so much waiting there for you do. Pay your dues. Perhaps finally run for political office? It wasn't that dangerous after all.

And if you have kids pass down your passion to them. Let them read Achebe, let them fall in love with our history. Sustain them with your wisdom, direct them with your diligence.

Cherish you four older siblings even more as the years go by. They really did make a lot of sacrifices.

Go back to Europe. There really is so much history to be learned from there. Visit more museums, go to more monuments. 

Remember the many miracles that God bestowed on you. Never leave him, never doubt him. He came through then, he will come through again.


With Love,

Duby (2017 version).

Saturday, April 26, 2014

RIP Grandpa

The oldest man in Awka dies; A son’s tribute

There is this stillness in the air that is the silence of my cries
The easy rustle of the leaves just as consistent as my agony
Does time pass? Is there the bustle of movement? Alas my sorrow…is it solitary?

My face is turned to the past and the present pulls me back; a strong wind.
 I see the rubble that is the past I cannot fix
I might reach for hope but it fades just as swiftly as your last breath
I might fight this wind but it gets nearer like the forceful storm that is now my reality

I knew a lifetime with you; the angel of my history
The words that we said were longer than the seconds of a thousand minutes
The laughter that we shared even sweeter than the bass notes of a million drum rolls
The bareness in our love just as simple as dusk will change to dawn

Perhaps the pain I feel is selfish?
 It is true, I knew it, but did I believe it?
Always in my knowledge but hardly in conscious thought alas I have been taught once again;
“That all that lives must die, passing through nature unto eternity”
  Indeed the oldest man but today he is just my father.


Rest in peace Grandpa.

Saturday, March 15, 2014

My Creative Process

(NB: intended to be read with the music, not after (if you can). Usually if I link a song, that's what I'm going for).

Dear Friends,

I cannot stress enough, how connected all art is for me, in particular: music, dance, and literature.

More often than not, my art begins with a bud of inspiration from music. Certain songs just have an automatic, almost visceral response from my body that elicits feelings so strong, they demand to be made whole. Initially, my body shuts down as the music soars through, becoming part of me. Every hair buzzes, as I radiate the notes from my very core to a song which seems to play from within. In my inner eye, without much thought, I see a story that plays perfectly to its new soundtrack.

Here, the story changes with the music, and not the other way round. Sometimes I am the protagonist, other times only a bystander. Each time, however, I am entirely invested in the outcome. At this point, I am likely to start dancing. The sound within me now comes without, searching for some immediate expression. No matter the genre, I'll dance.

After playing the song a good five times or so, I start to feel like I've sufficiently embodied the spirit of the piece. It's that spirit that help me keep the mood as I write. Sometimes, I'll play the song over and over again until I'm done. And when I'm through, I'll read over it with the same track, to see if what I've written compliments what I feel. Serious editing takes place much later.

Many say books are amazing because they give you the rare opportunity to live life much more than once. I say the same for a good song, a good dance, a good performance.


Stay inspired,

Cathy.

Tuesday, March 11, 2014

A Thought

Imagine this:

You come to the library like any other day, mind set on getting through the inhuman volumes of required reading and essay-writing. As you set down your book bag, you can't help releasing a mini sigh of relief, now that the sharp pain in your shoulders has begun to fade. Like many others, you try to fight back the increasing worry you feel as you rumble through your stuff for two essential library items: your laptop charger, and (of course) your headphones. You secretly high-five yourself on remembering to bring both.

As you lift your laptop screen, it flashes with a subtle buzz to life. Fingers braced, you watch it with angst, waiting for the second the mute button is ready to respond (you're a master at this by now). You're satisfied at having evaded any potentially life-scarring music explosions, even though you're pretty certain you had nothing playing before you left home. Excited to play an amazing song you recently discovered, you quickly plug in your headphones and open up YouTube. You set the volume soft and low, aware that no headphones are perfect.  

As it plays, it carries you away with it, and amidst the fully-packed desks, you are truly alone and free. Each second that passes transforms the building into a hearth of solace, and only a small part of you still spatially aware could feel sorry for the others around you suffering the silence. It is so good, you decide then and there to get through the entire recommended playlist.

Three hours later, you're ready to go. You lift your headphones off your ears, only to realise that all along they had never been fully plugged in.

And all around you are the soft sounds of Soko's 'We Might Be Dead Tomorrow'. They fill the void, teasing ears that- willingly or unwillingly-would hear.


Yet no one complained.




Cathy

Saturday, June 1, 2013

Catherine becomes an accredited writer just in time for her adult beginning

Catherine!!! Cathy!!!! Gosh, where to start?? You are 18, you released an anthology, you're famous, you're about to begin your undergrad in medicine, and you're my best friend! It just does not get any better does it?


But seriously Catherine I love you. We have been through so much together and whilst it has not always been easy sustaining our friendship, it has also not been tasking at all! To be honest, not much has changed since the beginning...think about it. for example, I still don't get when you think my dress is short (cause it is!) and you still don't get why i wont at least learn how to play ONE sport ( I've tried soccer remember?). We both don't like to act mushy when we're actually together but then when you leave you ping me and say something sweet (loser behavior). lmao and we both don't get why NIGERIANS use such funny expressions like, 'smiling in perspective' (really?) and till date i don't know where all my 16th birthday plans went to...likeeee all our dreams. Sha, we've lived the most part of the past seven or eight  years(depends on when you start counting) building a future around one another, dreaming about prince charming a loooooot, planning our dream wedding, laughing at funny people like mutant chike, and fantasizing about the posh life not to mention all the famous people we plan to meet and places we said we would visit together. It has not always worked out and we were meant to explore Europe together this summer *sigh*. Anyway below are a few tips I would like you to keep in mind as we both climb that age ladder to keep you fresh and wise:

1) Maintain your uniqueness: Believe it or not it is hard to accomplish. We live in a world where everyone follows a set formula for almost everything and only few of us question why we do things and create OUR own formula for living-Remember that this was precisely a major reason for why we clicked as friends. Be different Cathy, find your own meaning of life like Buddha did and abide by it.

2) forget about too much logic; You have never been one to completely let go even though this is something you advise me to do and which i have ALWAYS believed you should do more often. Logic is good don't get me wrong, but sometimes things would not make sense on the surface and yet they could end up being some of the best memories just because they were UNCONVENTIONAL. Remember last summer? :)

3) Try to aim for personal contact with your friends that are far away....it keeps things in momentum: For example, if you end up going to Ireland for uni we would need to still meet as much as possible. And look how Tweej is not here with us, we need to try to reunite with our sleepover girls every now and again.I don't know how but we will see. You know old friends are always the most refreshing for they hold the most memories of our past and we will share the future together :)

4) Never stop being charitable; I was very happy when you told me about your charity, it is something that has always been linked to your personality. Our happiest times are usually when we help that can never pay us back for it...it is the mystery of generosity. And still those who give the most always seem to have more. Is God not brilliant?

5) Do not bother following the crowd; i know this is linked to my first point but what i mean in this case is that you should remember YOUR/OUR values. you know something i realized is that because we refused to do those supposedly 'little' things like grinding in ljc....i mean yes they stroked us for it but what it did is that it made me very resilient so that even now I would still frown at something I don't feel comfortable with...And imagine how impressed prince charming would be to find out that we are not just gorgeous but also virgins? Yaaay!

6) Try to be childlike; I know i'm copying your advice but seriously when you look at the world the same way despite the reality of things, you truly never age. And it glows from without...you can even spot when an adult is youthful...it is in the things they say and how they act. Youth is our elixir.

7) Get your first kiss!; Yess you know this is the point that I have been waiting to make hahahahaha. In the grand scheme of things first kiss doesn't have to equate to first boyfriend. There are reasons why we must not put a name on everything. But he would always be someone you never forget.

8) Get into the dating scene; Dating is exciting- cause they don't have to be your boyfriends but they would take you on adventures that would mold into a true princess. Just imagine fine dining in fancy restaurants, wine tasting, and flowers being delivered by the post man with hidden love notes. That is what you deserve to happen to you because you're beautiful and it will...and he will be exactly how you want him to be. Someone shout amen! lmao

9) Keep your family at the veryyyy top of the list; God made us share the same last name with a bunch of people for a reason. it wasn't luck but destiny- This is something I have not always done cause you know how I am...wanting to be self dependent and all that. But they would always be right behind you do not let go  of their love and companionship :D

10) Ignore the critics; Many times we would come up with grand plans would of course have flaws. People would use their cynicism to shoot them down...then they would say it is just cause they are 'wise'. ALL LIES dear one, remember the wright brothers?...When you believe in yourself there is no limit to what you can achieve, so shut out the voices!

11) learn about the sages; You know how all these famous authors, Presidents, Nobel prize winners, etc always seem to refer to some old quotations in their speeches-it is cause of what those sayings actually do to your mind. Believe or not the old philosophers knew so much about life and its significance.....there is soooo much wisdom to be gotten from what they said. And not just cause of the pretentiousness of being able to quote them but the depth in their meanings.

12) listen to more music and go for as many concert as you can; only because these are things that we both love and have always wanted to do- once in a while buy yourself a ticket to a show and go along with a friend....enjoy life. Plus music is really soul food.

13) Read a looooot of books; old books, new books, all of them! trust me the elite can always tell the difference between someone who is well versed and he who isn't....It just rings from the things you say, how you think, the knowledge you have. It is also very attractive in a lady- personal experience speaking here.

14) Do not be afraid to get wild when you deserve it; Try to live a prudent life but every now and again go out with your girlies for a night out, get wasted just a little, and chill out in hotel rooms drinking vintage wine labels....I will be there to make sure nothing drastic happens/gets photographed. that reminds me of Holly's 30th lol.

15) Keep it till the wedding night; As we are getting older it is making more sense to us why we should keep waiting. Yeah so stick to it (I know you will). But like not just cause it is a sin, it is also a dishonor to yourself to give to someone more than they deserve :)

16) Try to call on birthdays; I'm starting to cultivate the habit as well- twitter/facebook messages are not enough so yeah...ring us up..your homies and send a chocolate box or sth.

17) Keep your faith alive through active religiousity; Abeg what im just saying is continue going to church...it is good and it is very helpful for you and for others who wish to emulate you.....sounding like Sr. Lilian right now but sha you get warram saying.

18) Never Forget US!- Yup me and you, you and I, Cathy and Duby, the adventures of bubbles and frosty remember? cathy and duby greatest, our hausa jokes, our late night convos, our dreams, our past, our present, the awaiting future....remember it ALL and try to write down some of the things...these are memories we would one day share with our kids....you will be their aunty/god mother and all that. :D

Forever loving and adoring and disturbing you,

Duby...Yadubi (get it?)


Friday, May 31, 2013



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Monday, March 4, 2013

Scorned


I grew up in Lagos, Nigeria. My neighbours were black, my teachers were black, my friends were black, the President was black, everyone was black. I am black. And yet of significance is the fact that because everyone was black, no one was black. Having dark skin was synonymous with having two eyes, or a nose, or a liver or a lung. It was one of several, several characteristics of being human. It didn't matter. It was inconsequential. I grew up believing this.

Fast forward to 2009, and I was a 17 year old girl entering the United States for the first time. There were several things I was naive about; race was one of them. I was quickly buffeted with information and opinions and a whole history that I had been previously mostly unaware of. Films and books and television had talked about racism, but it had always remained a distant, far-removed concept, one as foreign to me as -3 degrees weather and nasal accents I had difficulty understanding. But it was important that I understand, and that I inform myself quickly about the history of the United States. Because I now live in America, along with all the brilliant things about being in this country, the realization that I am black is of consequence. It means that, for some illogical reason, I am different, something more, or less, than was meant when I was home. It is a realization that shocked me then, and that I continue to grapple with always.

Since 2009, I've had several conversations about race. I've taken classes and read journals, I've written responses and listened to lectures; I've worked hard to educate myself. Yet I do not think that I've fully understood what racism is, what it feels like, until today. I have never felt as personally attacked or aggrieved, as entirely victimized and hurt as I do today. An individual, or group of individuals, has targeted another group of individuals over something they have not done, that they have no control over, that should not matter, something that has been entirely constructed over and over again by people who were ignorant or prejudiced or hateful. This is a reality that we must live with. It is infuriating, it is terrifying and it is hurtful. It makes me wonder about the country I now reside in.

More importantly, however, this incidence makes me realize that educating oneself on issues of race is not enough. I have spent the last three years at Oberlin silently paying attention to occurrences on campus, but never getting involved. I have sat idly by. I have listened. Listening is not enough. Action and solidarity are important. We must speak out against all hate, we must revolt against those who try to fragment our community, we must work hard for our happiness. I stand in solidarity with all who feel victimized by the occurrences on campus. I stand against all individuals who target me and people like me because we are a minority. I stand with the rest of Oberlin as we defend the principles this college represents.

Enough is enough.
Written by: Olive Nwosu

Friday, February 22, 2013

If we ever leave this world alive......I will still have Cathy.

I cant stay long......have an exam in a few hours. But me and Cathy are at that stage in life where we're trying to understand what its meaning is. Yesterday I woke up at the same time as always, smiled to the same people I saw, ate the same food i would have eaten, laughed the same way I would have, the fake pleasantries remain the same, the god moments of life are limited by the knowledge of its transcience...afraid of being too happy, wary of letting the distress sip through. Truth is...life is boring in an exciting way. And so I realized the irony as I studied late into the night....the preacher was right...vanity of vanities...all is vanity. (Ecclesiastes). Maybe we just do the things we do because we have been in a planet of walking people...these creatures around us. They walk and talk...sometimes the smile...but I get tired of seeing them....they are too much in number, and we would only ever get to bond with a few of them. So why are there are so many of them....If I had the chance to create another earth I would have made it differently..more music and less people.

But maybe im just bugged down by the 'worries and drudgeries of life' as my best friend would say...In all honestly I really do need to try another planet...or maybe go back a millenium....find another definition of existence...before I end up living too little and thinking too much.

Yes age is just a number...most times I feel like seven...but today I'm just 40 again.

Napoleon says 'we are kings or pawns, emperors or fools'

Duby

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

How to write about Africa

Culled from : http://www.granta.com/Archive/92/How-to-Write-about-Africa/Page-1


How to Write About Africa

Always use the word ‘Africa’ or ‘Darkness’ or ‘Safari’ in your title. Subtitles may include the words ‘Zanzibar’, ‘Masai’, ‘Zulu’, ‘Zambezi’, ‘Congo’, ‘Nile’, ‘Big’, ‘Sky’, ‘Shadow’, ‘Drum’, ‘Sun’ or ‘Bygone’. Also useful are words such as ‘Guerrillas’, ‘Timeless’, ‘Primordial’ and ‘Tribal’. Note that ‘People’ means Africans who are not black, while ‘The People’ means black Africans.

Never have a picture of a well-adjusted African on the cover of your book, or in it, unless that African has won the Nobel Prize. An AK-47, prominent ribs, naked breasts: use these. If you must include an African, make sure you get one in Masai or Zulu or Dogon dress.

In your text, treat Africa as if it were one country. It is hot and dusty with rolling grasslands and huge herds of animals and tall, thin people who are starving. Or it is hot and steamy with very short people who eat primates. Don’t get bogged down with precise descriptions. Africa is big: fifty-four countries, 900 million people who are too busy starving and dying and warring and emigrating to read your book. The continent is full of deserts, jungles, highlands, savannahs and many other things, but your reader doesn’t care about all that, so keep your descriptions romantic and evocative and unparticular.

Make sure you show how Africans have music and rhythm deep in their souls, and eat things no other humans eat. Do not mention rice and beef and wheat; monkey-brain is an African's cuisine of choice, along with goat, snake, worms and grubs and all manner of game meat. Make sure you show that you are able to eat such food without flinching, and describe how you learn to enjoy it—because you care.


Taboo subjects: ordinary domestic scenes, love between Africans (unless a death is involved), references to African writers or intellectuals, mention of school-going children who are not suffering from yaws or Ebola fever or female genital mutilation.

Throughout the book, adopt a sotto voice, in conspiracy with the reader, and a sad I-expected-so-much tone. Establish early on that your liberalism is impeccable, and mention near the beginning how much you love Africa, how you fell in love with the place and can’t live without her. Africa is the only continent you can love—take advantage of this. If you are a man, thrust yourself into her warm virgin forests. If you are a woman, treat Africa as a man who wears a bush jacket and disappears off into the sunset. Africa is to be pitied, worshipped or dominated. Whichever angle you take, be sure to leave the strong impression that without your intervention and your important book, Africa is doomed.

Your African characters may include naked warriors, loyal servants, diviners and seers, ancient wise men living in hermitic splendour. Or corrupt politicians, inept polygamous travel-guides, and prostitutes you have slept with. The Loyal Servant always behaves like a seven-year-old and needs a firm hand; he is scared of snakes, good with children, and always involving you in his complex domestic dramas. The Ancient Wise Man always comes from a noble tribe (not the money-grubbing tribes like the Gikuyu, the Igbo or the Shona). He has rheumy eyes and is close to the Earth. The Modern African is a fat man who steals and works in the visa office, refusing to give work permits to qualified Westerners who really care about Africa. He is an enemy of development, always using his government job to make it difficult for pragmatic and good-hearted expats to set up NGOs or Legal Conservation Areas. Or he is an Oxford-educated intellectual turned serial-killing politician in a Savile Row suit. He is a cannibal who likes Cristal champagne, and his mother is a rich witch-doctor who really runs the country.

Among your characters you must always include The Starving African, who wanders the refugee camp nearly naked, and waits for the benevolence of the West. Her children have flies on their eyelids and pot bellies, and her breasts are flat and empty. She must look utterly helpless. She can have no past, no history; such diversions ruin the dramatic moment. Moans are good. She must never say anything about herself in the dialogue except to speak of her (unspeakable) suffering. Also be sure to include a warm and motherly woman who has a rolling laugh and who is concerned for your well-being. Just call her Mama. Her children are all delinquent. These characters should buzz around your main hero, making him look good. Your hero can teach them, bathe them, feed them; he carries lots of babies and has seen Death. Your hero is you (if reportage), or a beautiful, tragic international celebrity/aristocrat who now cares for animals (if fiction).

Bad Western characters may include children of Tory cabinet ministers, Afrikaners, employees of the World Bank. When talking about exploitation by foreigners mention the Chinese and Indian traders. Blame the West for Africa's situation. But do not be too specific.

Broad brushstrokes throughout are good. Avoid having the African characters laugh, or struggle to educate their kids, or just make do in mundane circumstances. Have them illuminate something about Europe or America in Africa. African characters should be colourful, exotic, larger than life—but empty inside, with no dialogue, no conflicts or resolutions in their stories, no depth or quirks to confuse the cause.

Describe, in detail, naked breasts (young, old, conservative, recently raped, big, small) or mutilated genitals, or enhanced genitals. Or any kind of genitals. And dead bodies. Or, better, naked dead bodies. And especially rotting naked dead bodies. Remember, any work you submit in which people look filthy and miserable will be referred to as the ‘real Africa’, and you want that on your dust jacket. Do not feel queasy about this: you are trying to help them to get aid from the West. The biggest taboo in writing about Africa is to describe or show dead or suffering white people.

Animals, on the other hand, must be treated as well rounded, complex characters. They speak (or grunt while tossing their manes proudly) and have names, ambitions and desires. They also have family values: see how lions teach their children? Elephants are caring, and are good feminists or dignified patriarchs. So are gorillas. Never, ever say anything negative about an elephant or a gorilla. Elephants may attack people’s property, destroy their crops, and even kill them. Always take the side of the elephant. Big cats have public-school accents. Hyenas are fair game and have vaguely Middle Eastern accents. Any short Africans who live in the jungle or desert may be portrayed with good humour (unless they are in conflict with an elephant or chimpanzee or gorilla, in which case they are pure evil).

After celebrity activists and aid workers, conservationists are Africa’s most important people. Do not offend them. You need them to invite you to their 30,000-acre game ranch or ‘conservation area’, and this is the only way you will get to interview the celebrity activist. Often a book cover with a heroic-looking conservationist on it works magic for sales. Anybody white, tanned and wearing khaki who once had a pet antelope or a farm is a conservationist, one who is preserving Africa’s rich heritage. When interviewing him or her, do not ask how much funding they have; do not ask how much money they make off their game. Never ask how much they pay their employees.

Readers will be put off if you don’t mention the light in Africa. And sunsets, the African sunset is a must. It is always big and red. There is always a big sky. Wide empty spaces and game are critical—Africa is the Land of Wide Empty Spaces. When writing about the plight of flora and fauna, make sure you mention that Africa is overpopulated. When your main character is in a desert or jungle living with indigenous peoples (anybody short) it is okay to mention that Africa has been severely depopulated by Aids and War (use caps).

You’ll also need a nightclub called Tropicana, where mercenaries, evil nouveau riche Africans and prostitutes and guerrillas and expats hang out.

Always end your book with Nelson Mandela saying something about rainbows or renaissances. Because you care. ■
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Two words- 'So true'.

- Cathy




Sunday, December 2, 2012

When did people become sooooo boring??

where did all the creativity go? I'm constantly meeting teenagers who think in the same way!!! And their idea of fun is going clubbing and getting drunk (snoreeeees*) what happened to that zest for life, that hunger for change and variety. When will I hear someone say to me, 'Chidubem lets save up and go on a tour of the Sistine chapel in Rome?' or "let's get tickets to a showing of les miserables".......has life become so insignificant that we actively refuse to find meaning?

There's something magical about being able to find solace in the solemnity of of nature.......pen in hand and a note pad...writing down your thoughts as you feel the warm autumn breeze. Even having the time to notice the budding of young daffodils at the onset of spring...and being wise enough to marvel at their unresigned beauty. I dont know but there is a decline in worldly appreciation, and people seem to have coined this earthly term 'yolo'...funny thing is they dont even know its meaning. It is indeed because life is too short that we need to seize it and not simply lose our purpose to its abundant distractions.


And when I have my kids I will get them to look life the way I did at a young age. In Abraham Lincoln's letter to his son's teacher he says, 'Teach him if you can the wonders of books, but also give time to ponder the extreme mystery of birds in the sky, bees in the sun and flowers on a green hill.'
 


Duby.

Saturday, November 17, 2012

For routine dulls the edge of originality

Cathy and I are at the stage where we are getting our ears wet trying to pave the pathways to success. To put it in common terms, we have rounded up our university applications and are working towards our exams in the summer. Naturally we both want to get into the very best of British universities (WE DESERVE TO!). The thing is that at times like this I begin to question the definition of success and what it means to be accomplished in the eyes of others. Surely, Mark Zuckerberg would not have had the inspiration to invent a lucrative social network such as Facebook, if he had not taken time from life to sit back and be creative....to dream. This is  in much the same way Einstein became the father of modern physics (having established the general Theory of Relativity and developed Newtonian mechanics) after battling with ninth grade algebra. The definition of success is broader than the criteria is judged by and even when we fall short the chances are that we can still achieve so much more.


I have never actually believed that any one person can determine  intelligence or potential using even the most accurate of measurements....but when you see someone who is destined to be unique it always shines through. We live in a world where people get so lost in the need to meet the requirements of society that ironically they fail to achieve as much as they can. And sometimes I fear that in all the efforts, the late nights, the extensive reading and the chasing of perfect grades, I might forget who I am an what I set out to do. Life is a marathon in much the same way, academic qualifications are simply a means to an end and that is something we should never forget. What really matters are the dreams that keep us awake.....the goals we want so much to achieve that the mere thought of failure makes us edgy....and sometimes even the changes we need to make in society to ensure that  our smiles would one day be complete.

These are really the reasons I want to become a human rights lawyer; The 14 year old Pakistani activist ( Malala Yousafzai) who was shot by the Taliban for protesting against their atrocities, the Bangladeshi family that lost all their money to government fraud, the working class woman in America who should have been raised to the position of company director 5 years ago but wont....simply because she is a woman, and here in Nigeria the millions of poor people in the Niger delta that suffer everyday with little or no means of survival  because their needs have been ignored by the state.

It is true that even a strict education can dull the sharpness of our creativity and render the strength  of our imagination void. And with time and experience you would find that it takes a lot more than good brains to get ahead in the world but a striking personality, a stubborn determination and an even sturdier heart.

Duby

Saturday, November 10, 2012

What it means to be a Princess

Bonjour mes beaux gens!

I know once again, it  has been months since I  wrote you all. Too much work= too little time and inspiration.

However, I've been reading in a lot of articles lately, and hearing from some friends too, how a lot of guys are tired of girls who act like princess, and expect guys to treat them that way. They criticize children's fairy tales  and Disney princess's for giving women the wrong attitudes.

So here's my take on things. To start  off, I believe there is a huge misconception of what it means to act 'like a princess'.

For me being a princess, isn't about having a sense of entitlement, being perfect, or expecting the perfect guy to come up out of no where and sweep you off your feet.
Rather, what I've learnt from princess movies and magical fairy tales, is more than that. I've learnt that being a princess means seeing the good in all people you meet, and treating everyone with the utmost importance. It means carrying yourself with grace and a sense that you are special and a gift to everyone you meet. Everyone gets a gracious smile- friend or foe. It's having the beauty within shine through and complement the beauty without.
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In terms of love, a true princess doesn't have some presumption about who that person is. Think Cinderella, Bella, Sleeping beauty, and snow white- their princes came unexpectedly, and they loved them freely 'following their heart'. A true princess won't mess with the guy she meets, and because she genuinely treats all people well, everyone has a chance. But the truth is, in the end she knows that the right one will show through. And that doesn't necessarily mean some alpha male. It means the guy who sees through her- sees her soul- ,wants to see the world through her unique eyes. Someone who truly loves her- because she knows what she's worth.

Being a princess is speaking kind words, living with ease and seeing situations with optimism. It's about having hope, and  feeling at peace with yourself, God, and others around you. Feeling free and light.

Fairy tales were apart of my past, and I still listen to some of my favourite soundtracks for inspiration and as a reminder of the princess I am, the princess we can all be. When I get older, I'll read these fairy tales to my children- teach them to see the world with magic and fantasy, as well as with reality.

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I'll raise them to be princes and princesses- to be the best version of themselves always.

Cathy
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Sunday, October 21, 2012

sunrise and writers ; the classics

So im listening to romeo and juliet act 1 and i think to myself 'surely Shakespeare is the wisest man that ever walked the earth!' What strikes me again and again is Romeo's words when he describes the hurt he feels because he loves Rosaline and she does not love him back.



  1. Romeo

    Alas, that Love, whose view is muffled still, (165)
    Should without eyes see pathways to his will!
    Where shall we dine? O me! What fray was here?
    Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all.
    Here’s much to do with hate, but more with love.
    Why then, O brawling love, O loving hate(170)
    O anything of nothing first create!
    heavy lightness, serious vanity,
    Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms!
    Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health,
    Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is! 
    (175)
    This love feel I, that feel no love in this.
    Dost thou not laugh?

    Romeo

    Why, such is love’s transgression.
    Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast(180)
    Which thou wilt propagate to have it pressed
    With more of thine. This love that thou hast shown
    Doth add more grief to too much of mine own.
    Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs:
    Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers’ eyes;
     (185)
    Being vexed, a sea nourished with loving tears.
    What is it else? A madness most discreet,
    choking gall, and a preserving sweet.
    Farewell, my coz.

    To be, or not to be, that is the question:
    Whether 'tis Nobler in the mind to suffer
    The Slings and Arrows of outrageous Fortune,
    Or to take Arms against a Sea of troubles,
    And by opposing end them: to die, to sleep
    No more;

    literature is beautiful!!

    duby

Saturday, September 29, 2012

Monday, September 24, 2012

Saturday, September 8, 2012

Dear Little Cathy

Hi Guys!

It's been a while, huh. Gosh- I've been really swamped with work and stuff....but who cares?

Anyway, so today I saw this picture and it really struck me: What would I tell Little Cathy if I could go back in time. Well I'm still trying to get back into the blogging form...so bear with me as I list some things I'd like little me to know:

1) Don't get so stressed out over little things: Like seriously Cathy- you're actually smart, kind, and pretty- you don't need to beat yourself over every piece of homework set, or every test you fail. I know it's hard for you to ignore other people's feelings but try not to let their bad moods bring you down. And stop second- guessing you're looks- it's obvious you'll turn out ok( that is, after you pass that awkward stage around 10-12 when your ears and nose are really big- just givin' you a heads up!)

2) Fruit- Get into the habit of eating fruit, because it really pays off when you get older. Now you have 3 rotting apples on your desk from attempting to force yourself to eat them- congratulations.

3) Don't feel bad about the teasing of you're height or dance skills- you actually ended up being pretty good at it- boo yah, sister and family who made fun of you! And as for you're height- well, it's a blessing and a curse.

4) Force your parents to have taught you the essentials by the age of 10:
- your native language
- a foreign language
- to play a musical instrument- preferably piano or guitar.
Because if not, you are going to end up feeling pretty inadequate when you get into an international school for geniuses, with 7year-old 'grade 8' pianists and friends who have mastered 4 different languages.

5) Ballet!: You really should tone-down the tom-boy thing you'll have going for most of your childhood- it will be so much fun if  you join your sister in ballet, and a lot cooler than what you're doing now- which is prancing around the house on you're tip-toes like a prat.

6) Quick one here: In the summer of '09 you will be trusted with an envelope containing a certain sum of money in a foreign currency- DO NOT, i repeat, NOT, leave it on your lap in the car, fall asleep, then wake up and jump out of the car without looking.

7) Keep in touch: You live a life where you're constantly travelling, experencing new cultures, meeting new people and leaving old ones behind. Take full advantage of this, and also stay in contact with those awesome friends- some of them are the best people you'll ever meet!

8) Filming: Get into the habit of taking videos, and get a videocam early too- you're going to be obsessing a lot over the cool ideas you'd like to bring to life, but just don't know how.

9) Guys: Hmmm....sorry Cathy- I guess I'm still just no good at them, eh? Which is probably where I should start from: get a guy best friend or rather keep the guy best friend that you will meet on the first day of kindergarten in a certain East-African country. That would probably really solve alot of the dilemmas you currently face in understanding the cold, dangerous darklands of the teenage-boy psyche. It may also lead to you guys....well- I'll just let you find out that one ;)

10) Popularity: Just want you to know that you did the right thing by staying true to yourself. It may not always look the most appealing side to take, but it's totally worth it in the end.

11) Family: Hold on to your family like nothing else. I mean it! You love them now, and always will, but remembering just how much you love them when your constantly bickering with them, at that young age little kids do, would really save a lot of potential hurt. Also you must stick with your siblings like 'stickyglue' and defend them no matter who or what tries to blur your vision.
Remember, like 'Brother's Garcias' ( you love that show ps It'll be taken off air soon so don't get too attached) ' Doro para familia'  (or something like that).

Everything for the family.

Cathy

living lemonade 101: Day 22- Sparkling nail polish

Ahh....nothing says summer like candy-coloured school-girl glittery nail polish!

Especially now that summer's slowly passing, and fading to an end.

Let's fight off any prospective winter blue, with candy floss and star bright hues!

'Cos nothing says I'm lovin' it
like living life lemonade!
















Cathy

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

War; A soldier in defeat

Saw the clouds floating in their sheets 
Saw the sun loathing in its heat
The sound of guns, the drum roll beats
The people around me still, too scared to speak 

A sudden panic filled me amidst the silence
My attacker's stare was cold and his dark eyes so violent
we were two soldiers in opposal yet one man against another

I saw a smile creep up against his cheeks
Stared at the bloody palms; an gory tale of past brutality
The price of bravery is not cheap; the pain it brings runs still deep
My killer placed the heavy metal to my heartbeat
By convention we call it a gun, a war man's weapon-but to me just a valiant tool for the weak.

The first bullet was to be the last because I had perished many times before this confrontation
Dying repeatedly in the subtle agony of my disappointment
For here I was at the face of despair and worse than anything I was dowsed with worry 
The tear drop fell slowly and my last thoughts were;
courage is a myth, for at the last all we feel is fear.

Duby .