31 Aug

Success at any cost?

I work very hard on the business, not because I want it to generate an income, rather I want it to be hugely successful.

A while ago the boys and I visited my cousin who had just flown into London from Chicago. While we chit-chatted with his host -a really nice man, the said host suddenly appeared on TV. He was being interviewed, something that regularly occurs because of the nature of his job. I pointed him out to the boys, It was hilarious the way their big eyes darted first to the T.V and then back at the man, over and over again, mouths wide open as they peered to make sure it realy was him. Perhaps they didn’t believe me. Perhaps they wondered how he could be in their midst, in a house and at the same time on the T.V?

This man is a human rights activist so needless to say our conversation turned to the “plight” in Gambia. First of all I didn’t even know Gambia had a “plight” I tried hard to feign interest while all I really cared about was getting PP on TV. “How, oh how do I bring up my concerns about exposure of my business purely for profit making while we discussed the exposure of the atrocious Gambian president- without branding myself as insensitive?”

I left really pleased about my education on Gambia, Nigeria and other African countries and what Amnesty international is doing to help. I left considering my own selfishness in my own little world and how we all have a part to play in assisting the other man or woman beside us. I was also glad that my quest for success had not yet seared any feelings of benevolence and that it was not too late to start.

Lord I thank you for the many gifts that you have placed within me. I pray that I use them selflessly to glorify you and to bless the people around me, for the gifts are not mine to keep, but to pass on. Amen.

09 Aug

Why My Rice is Never Soft

Today’s dinner was Jollof Rice, Turkey, Fried plantains, Coleslaw/Potato salad and a glass of coke. I tend to cook my rice just done, not soft. I like the grains separated and chewy, not sticky and …whatever the word is- you know what I mean. I wasn’t raised on chewy rice. On the contrary mum’s rice is quite nice and soft.
It all started in boarding house when Toyin and I went with Mariam to visit her mum. Mariam’s mum made this yummy jollof rice with carrots, all separated. Each grain of rice was coated in its own sauce, same as the carrot pieces. So if you’ve ever eaten at my home and wondered if I simply couldn’t cook plain old rice, be rest assured, I can. It all started years ago when I visited Mariam’s mum…

11 Jul

Baby J’s Dreaded Hearing Test

Yesterday I finally attended the appointment for baby J’s hearing. When he was born, the initial test did not pick up a reading in his right ear. I remember saying “Lord, not now. we have too much to deal with at the moment” I didn’t attend subsequent appointments because “I forgot”, couldn’t make it or was convinced his hearing was fine. I monitored his every response to sound, convincing myself over and over that he was fine.
So yesterday I was 18months late for the appointment, 18 months of being convinced that J’s hearing was fine. But then I got in there and became quite scared. What if he had reduced hearing in one ear afterall?
The doctor didn’t help when he said even though he might be “deaf”  in one ear he would behave normally and I won’t be able to tell. Who sent him?

The assistant went on to ask if he says words like “go away”, come here”, etc- “NO!!!” Should he??
At the end of the test, we were given the all clear, praise God. His hearing was fine and we were told to return if we noticed anything untoward. No thanks Dr Saffat. The next time I’ll be seeing you will be at my lifetime achievement award, thank you very much!