I BELIEVED I COULD FLY

When I was little, I had the wildest of dreams. Dreams that could move mountains, dreams that could change the world even! I used to sit down for hours staring into space dreaming about the future and how I could change the present and the past with it. I used to see a lot of movies and animations then so it made my dreams more adventurous and real. My little sister always interrupted these dreams with her chatter and complains about how little her share of the beans was or how boring the house was. I used to get so angry with her because I knew that after I had attended to her needs, the dreams would elude me and then I would have to start dreaming afresh.
I cannot start counting how many scenes, houses, projects, or even people I had created in my dreams because they were so many although there were very distinct ones. There is this one where I used to dream about designing a sky scraper that had the tiniest point below and the broadest point above. My God! It was going to defy gravity and the whole world was going to know about it. My little sister always said she wanted to be a journalist so in my dreams, she was the one who interviewed me on international television as, according to my dream, a world known architect. So you see, even in my dreams, I dreamt for my kid sister.
I also dreamt about my own family and how beautiful it would be. I dreamt that I was working at home and my kids were running around with their playmates who had just had my homemade ice cream and meat pie. I was at my desk with a picture of my lovely husband in a frame by the right and a picture of my kids to the left. I had an already established blog by then, so I wasn’t really working hard. Have I told you that I had already opened about six blogs before this main one? Well yeah, it’s been a long time coming.
I even dreamt of my death and my funeral. I dreamt that I was so accomplished that the whole of Nigeria knew about me and my death. There were helicopters soaring with my pictures all over the country (bizarre, huh?). Everyone came for my funeral which was well-organized by my accomplished children. Are you surprised? Trust me, I have only mentioned the simple ones.
One thing little Ify didn’t know about life was its uncertain reality. Those questions that almost drive me crazy anytime I think of them: How? When? What time? Will it? When would it? Why is it? Aarggghhhhhh..
Although these questions piss me off, I have come to realize that these uncertainties are blessings because they force you to get creative. Whenever I complained to my dad about the many restrictions our lecturers in school place on us and how they refuse to let us dream, I usually expect him to be on my side and support his first daughter, but you know what he does? He clears his throat and proceeds to explain to me how I should see my limitations as blessings. He says that limitations have a way of forcing us to get creative in building design and also in life.
In the same way, these uncertainties and fear of risk are simply blessings handed to us by nature to force us to think. Due to the fact that we are never sure of situations, we are forced to think and plan for the worst in order to survive. It forces us to be creative!
Little Ify used to be a dreamer, and she believed she could fly.
Older Ify is now a creative dreamer who knows she can fly.

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BECAUSE OF YOU

Hello everyone and happy Sunday!!! I hope you all had a great weekend! I didn’t though :(. My weekend was filled with lots of drama…and lots of work. Ugh!!! Anyways, I’m good and getting ready for classes tomorrow.
Yes, my weekend was horrible and it ended on a bad note :(, but I pulled through. Do you want to know how? I thought of YOU. Yep, I’m not joking around, I actually thought of you!
You know the saying:
“If you can’t be strong for yourself, be strong for others because you don’t know who’s watching”
Whenever I felt like I was going to cry from all the stress and workload, you came to mind. I kept saying to myself, “What if he/she is watching” and you know that I am all about inspiring confidence in people. I can’t cry because I have to be strong because of you. I am learning to be a strong person because of you.
Sometimes, you just have to be strong, not only because you have faith that God will get you through that difficult time, but also because that young girl, old woman, young man or old man is watching you to inspire him or her to have hope in this life; just like Jesus did even when he was nailed to the cross-he thought of his own mother and made sure she was in good hands even when he was in pain. Jesus was strong for his own mother.
At this point, I want to say thank you to the wise person that said, “No man is an island”. The truth is, you need people to survive, take it or leave it. Not just people, the right people and the right friends. This life is an individual race but it doesn’t mean that if your partner or friend falls on the way, you wouldn’t stop to help the person. And you know that this also means that when you are hurting and you want to stop, look back and see the people who are watching you…people that need you to carry on for them to carry on.
Am I making sense? I do hope so because I tend to babble sometimes.
You don’t know how much you are helping me grow with your thoughtful comments, likes and shares. God is helping you to help me to be a strong person so I can help you.
Enough about me! How about you? How have you been? How did the first month of the year 2016 go for you? How is the journey of self-discovery going? I hope we are making progress ☺. If you have questions to ask or a story to share, all you need to do is scroll down to the comment box below and share. Who knows who you might be reaching out to or who might have a solution to your problem.
Today’s post is really short and I apologize for that, but there is a really nice one we put up as well
USE YOUR HANDS
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Thanks for being there for me and I will try to always be there for you too. Enjoy the rest of your week! 😘

USE YOUR HANDS

Greetings earthlings! I bring you good tidings from my world were reality is important for survival, where it is not all about money but about happiness, where it is not all about quickies but about genuine satisfaction and where it is not all about booty but about self-discovery.
Before we continue, ladies, please drop whatever you are doing and pay rapt attention. If you have wet nails, drop your phone, let the nails dry and then pick up your phone and read. If you are a guy, call your sister, wife, girlfriend, side chick, fiancée or colleague who is around you to read with you. If your friends are far away, scroll down and share this post with them through Whatsapp, Twitter, BBM, Facebook, Tumblr, anywhere!
We done? All right! Today we are going to talk about something very important and something every lady should know.
The other day, I was in an argument with my friend Gerald about the set of girls we like to call “Runz Girls” In case you don’t know, “Runz Girls” are females who get intimate with wealthy men for money. Now, Gerald was of the opinion that people who condemn these girls are just haters who don’t have the courage to take such risks for money. These set of girls are usually flashy and fresh, own awesome phones, drive awesome cars, have opened boutiques and even own houses, cool huh? In Gerald’s words, “You go sit down here make pant dey wear you, your mates dey drive car and you dey fly bike to school”
I laughed.
I then went ahead to ask my dear friend Gerald, why do these girls do what dey do for money? He said there were many reasons: it could be that they are from poor homes, it could be that they don’t have good upbringing from home, and it could be that they are just girls who want to have fun.
I laughed again.
I disagreed with Gerald’s reasons, because I don’t feel that those reasons are enough to drive me to defile my body especially for money. Of course Gerald said that it is easier said than done, and then I told him something that got him thinking.
Till tomorrow, I can proudly say that I can never be a broke woman in this life or the next. You know why? Because I am aware that I have hands and that I can use them to feed myself. You want to know another reason why I can’t be broke? It’s because I am content with what I have.
I saw an old classmate one day in the market selling tomatoes and pepper. When she saw me, she almost hid under her table, but I caught her and I was sooo happy to see her. We got to talking and I found out that she lost her dad and since then, her mum had not been able to afford school fees for her to take the JAMB exams. Apparently, she was helping her mum to sell in the market, while her mum managed her tailoring business at another location. You know what I said to her? I said “Wow, that’s good!” and she became confused.
“What’s good about all this? I am poor and you are already in school” lol..
”Ah! will you steal? Or go into prostitution? Because of money? You have hands! Use them”.
I went ahead to explain to my friend that I wasn’t asking her to accept her situation and sit back, I was only trying to tell her that the tunnel is a little longer than usual and that she shouldn’t fail to see the light at the end. The fact that a tortoise is slow, doesn’t mean that he wouldn’t get to where he is going, it’s just that it will probably take a longer time for him to get there.
Presently, I can make beads, I have basic knowledge in sewing and hair dressing, I sing, I dance, I can clean, I can cook, I type presently at 64 wpm means I can work as a typist somewhere. I write, in fact I think I can do anything I want to, if I put my mind to it.
Do any of those things I mentioned require my crotch? N. O. NO!!!
Like I mentioned in one of my previous posts, the high expectations we have for life has blinded us and has pushed us into this fake world where everything must go our way immediately! Shap shap! My point is, ladies, we don’t have to compromise ourselves or offer our bodies to the devil simply because we want an iphone, admission, clothes, or a house shap shap!!! We have our hands! We can help ourselves! When we feel everything is gone and we have tried everything and nothing is working. Don’t compromise, be content, be patient and think. Look at your hands and become aware of the fact that you can use them to do a lot of lucrative things that might even give you more than you expect in due time.
If you are lucky God may even send someone who would help without you breaking a single sweat. Don’t take matters into your own hands and do things that may be harmful to you because God has decided to delay somethings. Remember God’s wristwatch never goes bad; he knows what he is doing and he definitely knows what you need and deserve.
Please my queens, you are royalty.
Be royalty.