Nigeria for Dummies

You know what I need? A guide to the country of Nigeria for dummies (you know those Dummies books, right?). I’m not just talking about geography; I want to know more about all aspects of the country. I guess this book would be called The Dundi United’s Guide to Nigeria or something similar. Unless you are a political and history buff, or have parents who are, many who were born and raised abroad are likely not well versed in what’s going on in Nigeria politically, and it’s not for lack of trying in some cases (although in other cases Nigerians who have been abroad all along just don’t care so much about it). I haven’t really tried to be aware of what is going on but don’t hate me just yet: I blame it on the fact that politics bore me. I am not at all politically inclined, and even … Continue reading

Parents don’t always know what’s best for (the adult) you

My voice is a lot better (voice recording to come after I buy a new mic), but I still can’t really sing. I’m going to stay in the contest and submit some singing I recorded last year, as long as that is ok with the bosses. I would hate to be eliminated based on something from last year though, so I’ll continue drinking my hot drinks and taking the cough medicine and cough drops and maybe I should pray too. * * * * Remember a week ago when I started talking about the approval of parents? Not surprisingly, the topic of parental approval is one that the majority of us, especially as we become adults, have to deal with. I asked you where you thought you fell within the following categories: those who seek parental approval for all aspects of their life and will generally defer to their parents’ … Continue reading

Does this sound like the voice of the next Blogville Idol?

Ok, so I signed up to participate in Blogville Idol 08 and this is what happens: I lose my voice and end up sounding like someone who has had a hard life and spent the majority of it drinking and smoking crack: My current voice. It hurts to talk! (Compare this to the entry I recorded back in March: Me in March.) I have no idea if my voice will be back in time for next week but I really hope it will. Pray for me: I want to participate! (Edited to add: I found some recordings I made for fun last year so I guess I can use one of those for the first round if worse comes to worst.)

The approval of parents

So yeah, I love my gap and everything, and I’m fine having it for the rest of my life, but the thing that I find really annoying about it is that small drops of spit can easily escape when I’m talking, thanks to the large area for it to escape through! It’s a good thing that it’s rude to talk with my mouth full or I’d be spitting food at people too, and we all know how sexy that is. While I was getting comfy in my chair, getting ready for an evening of blogging last night, my sister called me to come and see something on tv. I was not impressed at having to leave my computer but she insisted I wouldn’t regret it so I went to see what the big deal was. They were doing the last 10 minutes of a documentary called Where I Belong and … Continue reading

Me and my gap

Sting was bragging about her perfectly straight teeth and got me thinking (yet again) about my eji, or gap. Yup, I am one of those Nigerians who is blessed with a gap. My gap isn’t one of those sexy Madonna-esque ones either, the type that you catch a glimpse of then think “Oh, how cute, she’s got a little gap”. Oh no, mine is huge. Don’t believe me? Check it out: When I was in elementary school, I didn’t really take special notice of my gap. It was there but it was no big deal. As I entered my teens, not surprisingly, my appearance and the look of every part of my body was suddenly an obsession. My gap got more scrutiny by me, and as I started babysitting younger kids, they would ask innocent yet upsetting questions like “Did your tooth fall out?” and “Are you missing a tooth?” … Continue reading

Nigerians and superstitions

As I was taking care of the task of clipping my fingernails, one of the nails didn’t land in the small garbage can I was clipping them into. I watched the nail fly off then tried to find it but could not. That’s ok though because it helped me think of something I wanted to talk about: superstitions! My mom might be alone in this but if she’s a typical Nigerian mom (and she is in many ways), then I’d say that Nigerian women are somewhat superstitious. In my family, we grew up knowing there were a few things that she believed in that we never quite took seriously. Whenever she mentions or comments on any of the following, I tell her they’re old wives’ tales, but she isn’t convinced: If someone steps on the clipped fingernail of another person, they will have a fight with that person. If you … Continue reading