Colliding Cores!!!

Posted in Mandarin Musings on June 3, 2013 by O.S-Hughes

YETUNDE®

I feel his core close to mine

The layers of fabric do nothing to stop the pulsation

My body screams, “OH! It’s been so long”

My spirit says, “NO! You have to stay strong”

My heart is silent, confused about what it feels

My head is certain this is going no place but downhill

My core is humming

My nips are thumping

My back is arching

Scratch that, my back is arched

My eyes are glistening

I say to him, “please stop”

He says to me, “you don’t sound convincing”

I try again, “PLEASE stop”

He asks, “Do you really want me to?”

He doesn’t wait for a reply

He gets up and leaves

I start to cry

As I roll down my sleeves

The throbbing stills

The thumping takes a cue

I think I hear my flesh cursing

But I’m sure I hear my spirit singing

MAY 28, 2013 BY 

This was me in April, and  all the while a soft voice kept whispering over & over again….

I adjure you, O! Olatanwa [maidens of Jerusalem ] , Omo Babasanya, Seni-Hughes

by the gazelles yes, by all the wild deer of the open fields:

Do not awaken or arouse LOVE until it pleases!

There must be a reason this instruction appears three times in the book of Songs of Solomon

UPDATE, Nov 24, 2013:  It has become my custom to re-read all my posts and most times, I find something to tweak. Today  I bumped into another  passage that speaks to the Heart of this Matter.

“Run from anything that stimulates youthful lusts.

Instead, pursue righteous living, faithfulness, love, and peace.    

Enjoy the companionship of those who call on the Lord with pure hearts.”   2Timothy 2;22

I have a friend who ran away and it drove me mad.

I’m not sure he had read this particular scripture before he ran, but this passage gives a bit of clarity.

Have you ever been in this kind of  situation or something similar?

How did you handle it?

The Twelve … XII

Posted in Cinnamon Coated with tags , , , , , , , , , on March 22, 2013 by O.S-Hughes

I started writing this some time last year but being the chief procrastinator that I often am, I left finishing it off till later. I have always known and said that the Glory is in the finish as there is no prize for starting anything under the sun. These words I had spoken came back to me and I realised that there are various things I set in motion but somehow filed for later. Here I am showing up flaws & all, although I constantly strive for perfection I am far from perfect.

What random facts shall I share with you today…?

One of the most consistent things in my life is story telling. Right from the time I could string words together I’ve told stories from my point of view. In primary school when the class teacher decided her students deserved a break I was often picked to tell my stories. The one thing that has stayed with me from then to now is my penchant for details! I still haven’t mastered the art of not giving all the details in my kitty away. I guess it is borne out of my desire for perfection as well as to present all the facts possible, so my reader/listener is able to arrive at an uncluttered/un-tarnished deduction.

Enjoy…

Mille Bisous!

O.S-H

Hiiiiii there,

Hope you’ve had an amazing holiday as well as time to reflect on the true reason for the season. I have stood silently watching you all come and go…  from Belgium, United Kingdom, Russia, and Canada & all over the world. It’s pretty humbling, to think that someone in as far-flung a place as Uzbekistan finds what I have to say important enough to stop by for a cursory glance or even a leisurely read.  Thank you for stopping by my little playground. Today I choose to break the silence. I didn’t mean to disappear, in fact I wrote several things that I wanted to develop/share with you but the publish button had eluded me… until now

As someone who hasn’t won anything, it was quite interesting to see the tide change as I had been nominated for the ‘most versatile blog’ award by my dear friend Tizzle who doubles as a rose in my hair as well as a thorn in my flesh. Thanks a lot Ms T.  Muchos gratias. Love always http://mstizzle.wordpress.com/2012/11/20/versatility-baybay/

I. Mi on saba ta tete (I don’t usually play the lottery or gamble ) but I took a chance on The Third world Profasional’s bog and won this stunning O’eclat Designs Amber Box bag http://www.thirdworldprofashional.com/2012/11/winner.html. Ecstatic doesn’t begin to describe my feelings.  Thanks again to the lovely people at TWP & O’eclat youguysrock!!!!!!!!!!!

TWP & Oéclat

The rules of the versatile blog award state that I share 7 random things, however I have chosen to up the ante by rounding it off to twelve seen as we are rounding off the twelfth month of 2012.In March 2011, I wrote a post that has been crowned my readers favourite ‘random facts about Olatanwa’ you can read it here https://coraldrapings.wordpress.com/2011/03/29/random-facts-about-ola. Twelve  is somewhat a continuation.

II.Recently I took a pretty bold slash unexpected step!  Somehow its ripple effect can still be felt today.

Speaking of steps, in my Fight against the Flab, I am beginning to embrace Exercise. However the only form of exercise I do is ‘taking the Stairs’. No elevators. I find that it’s the best way to get my Heart racing free of attachment, strings or baggage. I’m taking my own advice and Fighting the Flab! https://coraldrapings.wordpress.com/2012/01/23/fighting-the-flab/

III. Another demon I’m fighting daily is Mild Dyslexia, a few symptoms I have noticed are evident in  my writing which often show repetition, additions, transpositions, omissions, substitutions, and reversals in letters, numbers and/or words. I have problems pronouncing “TH” words.    I can sometimes be a lot like Miss Malaprop from The Rivals a play by Richard Brinsley Sheridan. You don’t often see this in my writing because you see the finished product. I can be ambidextrous, and often confuse left/right, over/under, North, South, East, and West.

IV.  Of life’s smallest edible packages these are a few of my favourites Agbalumo, Pomegranates and Small Chops (finger foods), however you’ll break one of my cardinal rules if Mosa is missing!! After tweaking the recipe for Mosa I got from Afrolems!. I can proudly say I make the meanest Mosa with the best Pepper & Garlic dip

  1. Coral Drapings Collage

V. I have long admired Alfred Hitchcock Producer/ director ‘extraordinaire’, seeing as I’m well on my way to becoming a Hitchcock Aficionado, watching Shadow of doubt recently was an enjoyable experience. Hitchcock mastered the art of invoking feelings in his audience without the characters saying too much and leading the viewers on. Another person whose work I admire is Uncle Tunde Kelani of Mainframe productions. The best Yoruba movies I have seen are Saworinde & Agogo Ewo both masterfully produced by Mainframe.

 VI. You may or may not already know this but I’m an Incurable Romantic. Nope! Not a hopeless one, hopeless and incurable are not to be interchanged. Recently I have not been a 100% me. I took my mind off me and discovered that my friend Henrietta was crushing on my other friend L. So I got a bright idea  why not live vicariously through these two?  I set to work watering the ground. I had so much fun. I built it up to be a hangout, not a romantic date as those can potentially restrict or create lofty expectations.

Would you like to get Ice cream??
Yes
What if I can only come virtually.
I’ll foot the bill.
There’ll be three of us.
what do you think?
Read more about the hang out here. http://haworrey.wordpress.com/2012/11/22/random-meeting/

 

VII, VIII, IX.    Lagos/ Surprises/ Love and White… Lagos is one of my favourite places in the world and I’ve been longing for her, maybe being away from her for so long has something to do with me not feeling 100%. One of my friends TA, who knows I love surprises came over bearing treats from Lagos!

An overused phrase in the world right now is “Love at first sight”. Love has never happened for me at first sight. Intrigue maybe, but love? Naa!  For me, it always is Intrigue at first sight, and my dear reader, Love DOES NOT equal Intrigue. Intrigue blossoms from piqued interests, many of which have been left out to starve right after they were born. You see, there are those you choose to fight for, others you let die a natural death, and others still, that for the sake of personal sanity, must be killed. I happened upon a word I’d never seen before and it partly describes what I feel.  Sapiosexual, according to Collins Dictionary it is someone who finds intelligence the most sexually attractive feature; behaviour  of  becoming attracted to or aroused by intelligence and its use. This is evident in The Perfect Day.   https://coraldrapings.wordpress.com/2011/12/29/a-perfectday/

White is one of my favourite colours! It’s a blank canvass and can help bring out my artistic side. White is chic, However not everyone can pull it off. I do a mean white ensemble Ask about me!

X.    I cannot understand the obsession/fixation with getting married or trying to marry everyone off.
The other day I walked into the [Director] Oga’s office to update him on some work related stuff and the following ensued:
Oga : Osh, When are you getting married? (This & Oko’nko?  have to be the most asked question of the year.)
O.S-H: Sir, the gentleman is in traffic, when he gets in we’ll decide.

Oga: I can offer special prayers for you to speed his arrival up if you like.

O.S-H: That’s really nice of you. Thank you Sir.

Oga: You’d have to pay.

O.S-H: I’m afraid I can’t afford you.

Oga: It’s not money,  you’ll have to bring some things

O.S-H: blank stare….

*Awkward Silence*

O.S-H: Okay, Thank you sir.

 Finds the door and uses it, as quick as her legs can carry her. Whilst remaining calm.

 My answer “He is in Traffic”, aptly describes it, think Lagos traffic. The beauty of traffic is it always clears up in the end. NO matter how long it takes you will not remain on the same spot forever.

For me “Traffic” is a matter of choice:

i. You can decide to change your destination: .I no fit O! Hian, This traffic na die!

Wait, wait what am I looking for in Lekki again? Coral sells the besttttttest coffee.
Omo I fit manage the one weydey Parkview, I no go die if I no drink am (but you know in your heart it’s not nearly as awesome as Coral’s coffee) well its back to Ikoyi for me.

ii. Take a detour/ alternative route to arrive at the same place.

iii. Go through the process and learn a thing or two about life along the way.

XI.   For as long as I can remember I’ve always loved Rings. As a primary school girl, having grown up catholic, I looked forward to Mass as this was my only opportunity to buy an affordable ring. For the last 20 months I have worn on my right hand a ring that once belonged to Oyins, My Ange Gardien

Olatanwa.

XIIMy favourite scripture was Psalms 118; 17. “I shall not die, but live, and declare the works of the LORD.”

It is now Habakkuk 2:3. Which I believe is self-explanatory

“For the vision is yet for an appointed time;
But at the end it will speak, and it will not lie.
Though it tarries, wait for it;
Because it will surely come,
It will not tarry.”

 

Better Nights, Better Times, Better Days

Posted in Cinnamon Coated with tags , , , , on February 28, 2013 by O.S-Hughes

 

 Doyin

‘ Kiss my forehead’, I said ‘See you later’.
Later never happened.
I watched him go board the plane.
That was the beginning of the end.

‘I don’t know where this is going’ he said.
He no longer held my hand in the park
I smiled away the tears
That was the beginning of the end.

‘How will you prove you love me?’ He asked.
I prayed and cooked and talked and laughed and kissed.
He wanted something more.
That was the end.

Here’s who I am –
A lover, a giver, a firecracker, a gem
Here’s what’s to come –
Better Nights, Better Times, Better Days
__________
Isha 
ishashotgist.blogspot.com

Isha is speaking my heart !!!!!!!!

Like she took my story and told it better than I ever could.

Its   happening all over again.

[( click to read) very amusing  that I wrote   in the month of love some two years ago.

How does something so rare die?

  Love like a Rose: needs attention [pruning] air, sunlight , food [communication]. Roses like relationships take quality time, concentration & emotional energy.

Many a “Rose” [beautiful relationships/friendships]  have been chopped off in their prime…before they ever blossomed !

Did you know a wound takes longer to heal when it’s covered up? Its more likely to get worse because its been allowed to fester…..

you starve it of air/oxygen/life  in hopes that it dies but rather than die it becomes much worse than when you put the first band-aid on…………

…………………………………………………………………………..

To Better Nights, Better Times, Better Days!

~

Olatanwa

The Journey of Love

Posted in Cinnamon Coated with tags , , , , , on February 19, 2013 by O.S-Hughes

Nse

The season of Love is winding down & I hope your appetite for all things Love is not weaning . I happened on this blog  MyHandisMine   &  found a beautiful story. I especially  like the way this story reads and I believe you will enjoy reading it too.

On Valentine’s day my friend sent me this very interesting link that put things into  perspective. It is a teaching  by Atinuke Asegieme called

The Journey of Love   ( click to download)

Bisous!

Becoming Her by Nse Ikpe-Etim

I had been immunized against the bug and this is received through all the amazing lessons life hands you on a platter.  I had a boyfriend when it was a taboo to have one. I was 17. Our first meeting was as ordinary as it gets. I went on a stroll which was not uncommon those days on our estate, and there came this young man driving his father’s car. He stopped, chatted with me for a while and I wonder what he said that made me get into his car and have him drop me off. He called the intercom and we talked again but he knew the times to call when mum would not do the picking. Little did I know that the day he picked me up was the day I would begin the journey. We spent our spare moments together, talking, walking and when we walked the streets, word travelled swiftly to our parents. On my arrival home, a cane was the welcome party. We always paid dearly for those nights because our parents wanted us to be straight kids, but we didn’t mind.
This did not deter me nor stop my stubborn heart from wanting to be with him. I had a friend who listened to my fears and laughed at my tales of the experiences school had brought with it, alongside the education I so craved. I remember when he played the guitar and sang Chris de burgh’s “Lady in Red”. It was so beautiful; the funny thing is that I was not wearing red when he sang, but in that moment red was just a state of mind. I was fragile and he was so caring, attentive to my every need. We would meet up at 7.30pm under the stairs and talk till it was almost 10pm. Then he would tell me it was time to go. I would sulk, make faces till I cried and he would be forced to stay at least a second more. Well that was until mum called out my name and I would run inside, pretending the trash was my mission. He would run back home and sometimes, the doors would be locked and he would have to call for someone to open the door. He was the best friend I’d never had.
After dad’s passing, I craved the father-daughter relationship so much that I looked at him in that light. I had found my first true love. He took me on many firsts; squash, scrabble games, drives, music. And the day that Tunisia and Nigeria played a match at the stadium in Surulere, he asked me out on a date. It was our first official date (who takes a girl out to a football match on a first date?) We went out to watch the Eagles play and I was blown away. We won the match and he had won my heart. Our friends marveled at the way our love grew and we became the bad examples of what not to be. When we walked, mothers would point at us and say “that’s what you should never be” hahahaha… We were good friends, and much more. I had only learnt to cook at 15 and dad passed before I succeeded in making Egusi soup edible. My best friend was a willing guinea pig, tasting any and every meal I cooked. Watching him enjoy my cooking was therapeutic, considering the effort it took dad to eat the morsels of pounded yam and my rather shoddy Egusi soup.
I began to hope that one day I would bear his kids. At 17 though, kids and their thoughts! The semester had resumed and we both went back to our different schools, no emails, no cell phones, no blackberries or WhatsApp. The post office was rather cumbersome. All we had were our hearts and our thoughts. It turns out that was all the connection we needed. When the holidays came around I looked forward to seeing him, and then he told me he was leaving the country. My heart broke and tears poured freely down my face, I begged him to stay but he told me he had to go. I accepted this with a heavy heart and hoped that one day I would find a friend like him. When we got to the airport, I bade him farewell, he turned and said “I will come back, Nse”. I cried my heart out and went back to school the next day. I had lost the only friend who never judged me, who sang to me, and told me I was beautiful.

The years went by and one day I ran into his mum and got his number off her. We started talking again but I decided to let him go. I dated other men, became a woman and swore never to marry. I knew it wasn’t meant for me because after what I saw my parents have, mine had to be just like theirs or better!
I had finally become a woman, set in her ways but something was missing. So again I set out to look for him. I searched every social network to no avail and one day I used a search engine and there he was staring back at me. I sent him an email and he responded. We were ecstatic. At least I was, I had found the only man who knew the right things to say to make me happy. Then he proposed. I was over the moon. I accepted and told mum. My family was happy because they knew our history and just when I was getting ready to be Mrs……. He broke it off! I cried again, third time is a charm yea? He wasn’t supposed to make my mascara run he was meant to smear my lipstick!
I had been heartbroken yet again but this time it was done by him not a circumstance. I hated him, I loathed him and I rued the day I first set my eyes on him! He had changed me and now no man meant anything to me. I just dated and if it was inconvenient, I walked away. My famous quote “I was not born to be married” raised dust in some quarters, but no one cared to know why! Why get married to someone who would cheat on you or better still whom I would cheat on? Why get married to someone who would make me a shadow of myself or perhaps, have me give up my career for him? Yes, again I say, I was not born to be married. I got an email from him after so many years and I hated his guts. I alternated between ignoring him and giving frosty replies. He had my sister play mediator and that earned him a fairly warm reply. Well at least he was honest to walk away when he did rather than walk all over me in the marriage.
As the days went by, we spoke about so many things, emotions got in the way and he blurted it “I would love to spend the rest of my life with my sweetheart” and I asked him “have you told her?”. He said he had been trying but she seemed distant (abi you for no pretend say you no sabi say na you) oh well. I wanted him to say the words. And he did! “Will you marry me?” My heart skipped a beat and I said “listen yeah, you just have to give me some time to think this through” I knew my answer would be yes, but how was I to tell him I never got over him? Would I be perceived as weak, needy or just a desperate woman? It had taken us two decades to get to this point and what a road we had come. This is my heart, my happiness my true love had come back to me. Who cares what anyone thinks!
… So I got on the phone, called my friend and asked her to send him a card, flowers and a bottle of wine with my reply… “Yes I will marry you, my one true Love” Well I think that’s what I sent, but to be honest I was quite giddy. The long and short of it is that I said yes and my life has never been the same!
THE BEGINNING.

  On Valentine’s day, Nse Finally Became Her!  (click for details) & read more from Nse Ikpe-Etim here MyHandisMine

Photo Credit Bella Naija

PanCake Tuesday!

Posted in Mandarin Musings with tags , , , , , , on February 12, 2013 by O.S-Hughes

Which type of Pancake came to mind as you read the heading?

Nah! it’s not the  pancake synonymous with women’s faces, even though it’s no secret that the Nigerian women folk  are overjoyed with the recent launch of the M.A.C. store in Lagos. Many of their pancake needs will be met, reducing by half the time spent cajoling ‘returnees’ to buy pancake from duty-free stores for them.

Today is Pancake Tuesday otherwise known as Shrove Tuesday, it is the day preceding ‘Ash Wednesday’. Yesterday I had today all planned out; I sat at my desk scanning the Nigerian News sites and the twitter account of the special assistant to Mr. President on new media Reno Omokri, waiting eagerly to hear that Mr Jonathan had declared Tuesday, 12 Th of February 2013 ‘The official Super Eagles day’, a day when all Nigerians will celebrate the Super Eagles & Coach Keshi for breaking our nineteen year siege. On this day I would wake up late and blame it on my clock saying it somehow reverted to another time zone. Take my time in getting out of bed, Then set out preparations to host virtually, my dear friend Tracy with whom I share  a two-year old Pancake day Tradition. Each year we alternate who makes the pancakes sadly this year we aren’t in the same state.

Enough of the sadness and  back to yesterday’s reverie, after creating my signature savoury pancakes, I’ll enjoy them with a double mocha latte + a healthy sprinkling  of Choco and back episodes of MadMen. Whilst pondering on the perfect timing of Pope Benedict XVI’s resignation ( never mind that this hasn’t happened in six centuries) and what appears to be its domino effect, hours after this announcement was made the basilica of St. Peter’s dome was struck by a bolt of lightning.

Pancakes!

If you are interested in my pancake recipe, I am more than happy to share, do leave a comment in the box below.

Seen as today is not a public holiday and my reverie did not come to fruition, I am at my desk stealing glances at the last batch of Pancakes I made. After which I would go to Afrolems! & check out what the twelfth shade will be, at the beginning of February, Afrolems started “Fourteen Shades of Valentines Cooking by Afrolems”.

Valentine’s Day is almost upon us guys and the temptation to spoil ourselves rotten by eating a lot is real, I however urge us to do all things in moderation and make a conscious effort to Fight the Flab!.

Enjoy your day,

Millie Bisous,

Olatanwa !

F E B R U A R Y

Posted in Mandarin Musings with tags , , on February 8, 2013 by O.S-Hughes

Roses

I’ll tell you an open secret I love “LOVE”  because It’s such a beautiful thing and what better time than the Month of Love to spread LOVE”.

Valentine’s day last year Sehindemi shared his view on LOVE in the post    and I wrote   and it caused a bit of a stir.

I do not believe Valentines day should be limited to Lovers alone. The entire month and indeed every day of our lives should be seen as an opportunity to express our love for others.

Love Thy Neighbour as Yourself “ in keeping with this ethos through out this month we will be sharing our fabulous finds on all things that encompass our interpretation of  L O V E!

First up is Guzzles Cakes & Confectioneries!

They are located in Lagos Nigeria and their desire is to carter to all your pastry needs from wedding cakes,  to gourmet biscuits for your nephew’s open day or themed cupcakes for your husband’s school reunion at your home or your sister’s bridal shower. Any thing you need!

Over the holidays I experienced their Cheese Cake and their Red Velvet with Cheese frosting [ you don’t  simply eat their treats you experience it with all your senses] and I am bewitched!   I’m a certified foodie as some of you may already know and I only rave about  exceptional things.  Don’t believe me?  Take a chance and  treat yourself & your loved ones to any of their decadent delights this Valentine. For all of our international readers with loved ones in Nigeria here’s a chance to surprise them.

Guzzles Cakes & Confectionery!  www.facebook/guzzles.com guzzls@yahoo.co.uk  +234: 08087642869   08023212759

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Let us know what you think.

Millie Bisous.

Olatanwa!

200 years of Mr Darcy!

Posted in Mandarin Musings with tags , , , on January 28, 2013 by O.S-Hughes

Ori/ Dotun's blog

[This is my interpretation of a modern-day Mr Darcy I found him on Dotun’s blog awhile ago ]

Today is the 200th anniversary  of Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice  it was first published on January 28, 1813.

If you’ve read my older posts like  and Moonlight Conversations . Then you’ll know how much i loveeeeeee Jane Austen, her words… sigh! the effect they have on me cannot be put into words.

I love the way she mixes simplicity and complexity.  The depth of her characters sigh! obviously my favourite character is Fitzwilliam Darcy . ‘swoon’. Some of the words used to describe him are Brooding.  Aloof & socially awkward.  A rich, slightly finicky, older man imprisoned by good manners but inside lurks a smouldering romantic flame others just don’t notice.

The thing that attracts me most is the manner in which he & Elizabeth fall in Love from Absolute Contempt to  without an Anchor.

To celebrate this anniversary I will be watching my favourite adaptations of “Pride & Prejudice.”   the BBC ‘s version ( 1995)  with Colin Firth as Mr. Darcy and the Movie version that was made in 2005 with  Matthew Macfadyen as Mr. Darcy and  Keira Knightley as his Elizabeth Bennet.

These are a few of the most memorable quotes :

‘ It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife ‘ 

‘She is tolerable; but not handsome enough to tempt me’ – Mr Darcy

I might as well inquire,” , “why with so evident a desire of offending and insulting me, you chose to tell me that you liked me against your will, against your reason, and even against your character? – Ms Elizabeth

I could go on and on but I’ll stop here. What are your favourite quotes from Pride & Prejudice?

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He would have made a great Mr Darcy, just my thoughts!

Have a great day guys!

The Enduring Life of Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth Bennet (theatlanticwire.com)

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