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First of all, happy new Month guys! And Happy Sunday.
This is going to be a shirt post, mostly questions too.
So Nigeria turned 56 years on the 1st of October (yesterday). I am one of those people who is really proud of her country and my hackles rise whenever others speak unfairly about her.
Nigeria like any other country has its ups and downs, but the one thing I wish we had more of is National Pride. As we post our happy Independence day pictures,posts and comments. How much of that truly resonates with us? Do we stop and reflect on how this is about us and how we need to do better?
Yes we are going through a recession, yes we constantly feel like our government has failed us, but are we also not failing her (Nigeria) by constantly bringing her down and pointing out only her flaws?
We need to take the time to push out positivity and patriotism, show all the good the country has to offer and remember that we are NIGERIA.
WE NOT ANYONE ELSE.
So I am not one to get personal about myself/life/relationship etc on social media. I share and all, but I like to keep that side of me private (as much as I can).
But recently I have been feeling the urge to share and find people who are like me and going through the same things.
So this is sort of weird but we’ll see where it takes us. So a bunch of topics you will be seeing on this page henceforth along with everything else will be as diverse and sometimes unrelated as you can possibly imagine.
- I will be talking about the current recession that Nigeria is going through,
- My long distance relationship and Marriage,
- Dating (my limited experience lol)
- The pitfalls and iOS of log distance relationship and how to make it work
- Poetry and the need to find release
- Impending Immigrations,
- My need to have Yam when I move to be with my husband. (not sweet potato, YAM!!!)
- The hope and fear of the big move (please feel free to share your immigration stories with me. Please 😥😥:'(😰😧 :mrgreen:)
- My NGO (the Dilemma of the lost documents)
- Work and the search for greater things (is this all there is to life?)
- Weight loss and gain (the struggle. with-in and with-out),
- Healthy eating and the temptation of late night eating.
Just generally my everyday life.
what I hope to gain and achieve is a better rapport with my followers and friends on the blogosphere.
Those with advice,questions or just interest in the topic or story of the day please so not hesitate to indicate by commenting.
Please read and comment. Ask questions and help me on this journey of unburdening and growing through writing and sharing.
Thanks guys and don’t forget to connect on social media!! 😁:):):):).
Facebook-:- Sunesis Shuaibu
I look forward to meeting and connecting with everyone.
And please feel free to send me questions and issues you would like addressed.
Hey everyone I have a special request. So today is my big sisters birthday. And I want to ask a favour.
If you are on Instagram, please can you take the time to wish her a Happy birthday? Her account is private so I want you guys to post it on mine. Just say happy birthday from Bloggers who know your baby sis. Or something like that.
I know it’s a strange request but I want to make it special for her.
My Instagram handle is shulaices or search for Sunesis S Kafang.
Thanks guys. I look forward to showing it to her at the end of the day or tagging her.
Thanks so much.
So last week the family and I went to the zoo. I was really excited because my zoo trips are quite few and happened a long time ago.
I was also really excited because we were taking my sister’s 3 year old and her 11 month old twins and I was looking forward to having them enjoy the out doors and the general experience.
Obviously the twins are least likely to have as much fun as the 3 year old.
But surprisingly they had a great time enjoying the fresh air and the activity around them. So that was amazing.
Unfortunately the zoo was not as impressive as I had hoped. I saw snakes I think pythons. I saw horses (rolls eyes), I saw goats ( common! These roam the streets here) I saw two not very healthy looking camels even though I was told they were really young in reference to their size.
I saw buffalos, I saw various species of monkeys and two baboons.
I saw two turtles or is it tortoise . What’s the difference? Anyway they were really big. A male and a female. I can’t remember if one was 200 or 80 years old. I found out the males grow way bigger than the females. And some really curious Nigerians decided to sit and climb on the bigger of the turtles just because they were told about how strong it’s shell is. And I am like really?
Don’t get me wrong I was intrigued but come on!!! Riding a turtles back? Seriously!
I saw crocodiles and their baby. Or was it an alligator? Well there where also rabbits, ostrich, peacock,guinea fowl etc.
Nothing wild lifey though or ferocious. So a little disappointed again.
Anyway all in all it was a good day and I had fun.
Here are some pictures
Crocodile/alligator not sure 😁
There are more interesting pictures but my network won’t let me upload them lol.
So tell me about your local zoo.
What has been the most interesting and shocking thing about it.
😁 I look forward to your reply.
So this sort of happened to me. I am usually reblogging other love, sharing and meet and greet posts.
Until Today when i started recieving links of my own to share.
So if you would like for me to share or reblog your posts, please drop your links in the comments section below.
And in the spirit of community and growth, dont hesistate to click on a link and drop a friendly hello on someone elses blog.
I hope to connect with you all and looking forward to sharing and reading your posts!
I still bleed from it
Do you recall it?
The cuts along my heart
Never self-inflicted neither deliberate.
Yet they still ooze from constant abuse
The ridges of the wounds form your signature and the scars a tattoo of your name.
Can you still smell it?
The pungent smell of rot
Can you taste it?
Do you remember its metallic taste as you bit into my soul and sunk your teeth into my core taking with you pieces well-hidden and baring them for all to see
Can you hear it?
The beats you forced into submission and rhythm with your constant attack on my senses till my heart beat in tune with yours and all my emotions became a Symphony of your whims.
My deeds a tentative plea
My actions a reflection of your mood
And I recoil at the thought it’ll be less than perfect; off beat
Can you still feel it?
That seizure that tells you we’re connected.
Others have butterflies and sparks
But we’ve felt deeper, known deeper,
Currents of electromagnetic waves
We ignite and we combust
Can you see it?
The blood from our wounds as we hurt. It trickles down slowly as we sign on the ridges of a fresh wound, clothing in anticipation of the healing that’s sure to come.
But for now it seeps.
I woke up to find you near
Standing by the head board grinning
Smiling that smile I love
Wearing your heart in your eyes, lips and essence.
I froze, not believing you are finally here
Screeching I jump into the embrace that’s all mine.
A scent that comes only in my dreams.
A hug I feel through the miles.
A look I’ve mastered between screens and wavelengths is mine for the taking here and now; by my head board.
A jolt of electricity from a touch I’ve come to forget sizzles and zaps me
My closed eyes startle open in shock and the only thing by my head board is the shadow of the moon and the harmattan that zapped me awake when my frozen fingers slid against the bed sheet.
This has become a habit but I am ever hopeful for the reality.
Hey guys if you are currently in an Ldr (long distance relationship) and would like to join Ldrbn which is for bloggers in ldr and blog about is, then click the link below to join/apply. Don’t forget to put me down as you referral (Sunesis).
Let me know how it goes.😊😉
A mix of fiction and reality. Welcome to the stories of the unheard.
I remember it like it was yesterday. The day everything I knew ended. Who knew that just when I was learning to play house with friends I’d have to play it for real; with a stranger.
The house would be real, the babies real and so would the responsibilities.
Who knew real babies were so much more different from my stuffed dolls? That they’d require this much constant attention?
Why wasn’t I told I’d have to entertain my husband’s guest and also look after the kids and the house?
That day still feels surreal. I was called by my mother and calmly told I was going to be married and how thankful and happy I should be that he had chosen me and the honor he was placing on my family.
I was ecstatic. What did I know about marriage and all it entailed? All I knew was that a couple months ago my friend Amina got married and we were all jealous of the gifts and attention she got. It was beautiful and oh so colorful. I had never seen that much clothes in one place.
So of course I was happy I would have the same. The new clothes and my own room. It was getting pretty crowded in my father’s house with the yearly births that was like a silent competition between my mom and step-moms.
I was in a daze as everything about my new life was planned out without a question posed to me as to what I wanted or how I wanted it, after all they knew best.
But I quickly got yanked out of that dream the day I met the groom and plunged into a fantasy. It was a year later. The wedding day was approaching and I guess I was finally old enough. I was fourteen. He was twenty years older. He’s handsome this husband of mine. So don’t get me wrong and think I was complaining, far from it actually because unlike my friend whose husband was quite ancient, mine was handsome and just thirty-four. A man in his prime I thought. I couldn’t stop staring at him. He was my first real crush and he spoke English fluently which I always wanted to do, I had fantasies of him teaching me how to speak properly and read.
He promised my parents I’d go to school and my future home was going to be in the city.
Fast forward a couple months later. I’m all draped out and lying timidly on the bed. The celebration over and I am in a strange room shivering like a wet dog and trying to remember the advice my mom gave me.
Was it lie still and it will pass quickly or was it encourage him and it will hurt less. What was she babbling about? I am not ignorant, my father raises animals so I know how it works. But it doesn’t mean that what my mom said made any sense to me.
The door creaks open and is gently shut. But in the state I was in, everything sounded loud and thunderous.
I won’t bore you with the details of my initiation into womanhood. Suffice it to say I learned a lot of things in the hours that followed.
- I was the 3rd of my husband’s wives.
- I wasn’t cutout for coitus if that’s how much it hurt and I had never prayed so hard he’d fall deeper in love with his other wives so as to forget my room and the consequent visits.
- My mother lied or maybe he’s different. It didn’t pass quickly by lying still nor hurt less by encouraging him.
- I could cry for hour’s non-stop.
- It was possible to feel shame even in marriage.
Other lessons were learned but everything in small doses even my story right?
Fast forward several months later to the present and why I am telling you this. My friend Amina lost her life in child birth and that was a wakeup call for me and prompted me to have a serious discussion with my husband about my future and how I didn’t want to end up like her. She was just thirteen and her baby girl is back home with her grandparents probably doomed to the same fate as her mom.
I am a bit lucky that my husband kept his word about my education and has promised to wait before I start having kids of my own. His first wife died a couple months after our wedding and her and the baby didn’t make it. He and the second wife got into a row and are now divorced. So it’s just the two of us. We talk more than we did when we first got married. And I have come to love and respect him in my own way especially since he now listens to me.
We currently sleep in the same room and I don’t break into a cold sweat like I used to. But not everyone’s story is like mine.
Break the silence!