Thankful: July 2014

This month’s thankful post falls on the last day of the month so if you signed up to receive love notes from me you’ll receive an email from me later, and in it will be a picture from the event that I spent the end of June and all of July working on—more on that later. I’m waiting for the professional pictures to come in to see how things looked because it was all a blur. I only snapped one picture and it was of my friend Ves trying iyan (pounded yam) for the first time. Every July for the past 10 years I’ve sold beverages at a local music festival as a volunteer. Ten years is a long time to do anything but I love freebies: in exchange for my time, I get access to concerts. Thanks to this festival I’ve seen King Sunny Ade, Femi Kuti, Drake, Kanye … Continue reading

Thankful: June 2014

Summer is here with a vengeance—and so are the mosquitoes! The things for which I’m thankful this month are almost as numerous as the mosquito bites I got last weekend! My nephew celebrated two months of life this month. He’s such a sweetheart and it’s wonderful to see him growing and changing every few days. I am definitely thankful for his life and his good health. He had his first set of immunizations this month and I’m thankful for the health care system in place to provide care to Canadians from birth. So I learned Father’s Day seems to be on the same day in most countries, whereas Mother’s Day isn’t. We celebrated Father’s Day a week early since my dad would not be around for the day. My dad is an incredible man, so full of integrity and a desire to help us be our best selves, so any … Continue reading

Thirty-five!

Jummy turns 35Oh yes, it happened: I turned thirty-five years old at exactly 1:22pm EST yesterday! I thank my parents for deciding that they wanted to be parents! I can’t thank them without thanking God because He is the creator and sustainer of life. On the topic of sustaining, just think of the things you’ve done without problem while others who do the same thing or even play it safe end up suffering seriously for it! It sounds dramatic but I have examples: a local man did a handstand in his family’s swimming pool, fell awkwardly, and is now a quadriplegic. I think of all the times I’ve randomly done handstands or cartwheels while camping and fallen without hurting myself. How often do we cross the street improperly (jaywalk) without paying much attention while others who cross at the right place are mowed down by a careless driver? I don’t want to be morbid but we’re not alive because we’re doing anything special; it’s God. Continue reading

Hairstory (my hair history)

Good Naija Girl's Hairstory - age 10For the first 17 years of my life, my hair was relaxer-free and my mom was our family’s hair guru: she took care of the hair of five people, often staying up late to do it all, especially before school would start in September. This is one of the many reasons that I’d do anything for my mom—she was dedicated to our upkeep. At first she did the Yoruba style of braiding (irun didi, which looked like teeeny french braids) for my sister and I and sometimes she’d “thread” our hair (irun kiko? I’m sure that’s not the right term); later she learned how to cornrow (we called it weaving) which is similar to irun didi. Continue reading