Be careful what you wish for + a big S/O + a mini bye

Posted by Lola on Wednesday, February 11, 2015 in Inspirational, Memoirs of Honiilols, non-fiction | 9 comments

I saw him again!

I saw him on my way to work. Still lanky but aging fast.

I can't even remember his name now...He was my neighbor from next door; the very first house we lived in. I must have been aged 6 when we moved in there (I can't exactly remember but it feels like I was born there however history says nay, I was born in another...).  It was the house we lived in through my primary/junior secondary school days. A very "there" house by societal class standards; shared kitchen, shared bathroom & toilet, no water, no high gate...it was just another face-me-I-face-you building on the block.

So I grew up in this very rugged area of Ketu and almost every other evening plus weekend, I would carry big "basia" on my small, sokolo head to go buy/fetch water from next door...Ile Alhaji (thank God no one can dig up those pictures*covers face*). Alhaji had plenty children and one of them was who I saw earlier on my way to work, second time in a month (before your minds start roving in overdrive, WE WERE NOT AN ITEM & no! NO CRUSHING ON HIM EITHER!!!). They were just a bunch of older kids I envied as a little girl. Their da had plenty money, a very big house with spiral stairs and penthouse - 1st time I would ever see one and I didn't see another till several years later when I was fully grown and blossoming; generator set; they would always throw parties, buy cows and do all sorts. I remember wishing so many times I was one of them, wishing my dad was him but thankfully those thoughts didn't linger even as young as I was. I cautioned myself to commot my eyes.

Fast forward years later, my father went on to build his own house - true several years after at a time of his retirement, but a good time nonetheless as I was ready for University. Alhaji's kids lived the affluent life, they never hawked. I did. Every afternoon after school I would help mama sell her wares in the local Ketu market even up until senior secondary school. I think I started dodging it and crying from SS 2 as I became too embarrassed amidst my peers. I mean fine and pretty geh like me, a prefect and brilliant sisi at that but guess what! Alhaji's kids never went beyond secondary school. It's funny how life unfolds. So when I saw Kenny(yeah...got it!) on top of a tanker truck I shed a lil tear. He had become a tout, people we would normally refer to as "agbero" in this part of the West. Kenny was in tattered, sad-looking clothes. This morning when I saw him again, nothing entirely different from earlier observation. What went wrong with all 'em money?

I'm not one to mock people or deride the very state they currently live in but if I had caught a glimpse of this present future, my wishes would have been totaaaaaaaally different. Moral of this is - let's be careful how we
churn thoughts and wishes in our heads as they may just turn out exactly as we wished. Let God handle your life for you, trust Him because He knows what suits you.


Okay...on to some happy things. Guess who is back? *break dancing* Guess now...yeah my love is back! my dearest pink love and I sure turned heads in it *batting my eyelashes* with my "iya eko" haircut.

 Okay, no more pictures of me. Time for unpaid announcement...SALE! SALE!! SALE!!! I have this lovely Italian dinning table for sale. Holla if you like ;-)
For sale o not dash.

SHOUT OUT-------------> A very big S/O to all my silent readers who never comment but will always shower me with kisses & constructive criticism outside of the blogspace. You know yourselves ;-)

A bit of sad news, I'll be off this space for a while. Grant me permission to fall-out pleaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase...I hope to return soon*kisses*. 

Tintin, Big Kos, Prince of Wales, beautiful Feyi, Evie dearie - thanks for keeping me sane. I could not have asked for better friends and mentor. I love you muchos.



Writer's note
basia - Big basin
sokolo - Small
commot - pidgin English which can mean leave/go/carry/remove
iya eko - Mother of eko Lagos