You are next in line

Growing up, 

I always had the feeling that girls with older brothers had life easier for several reasons:

they learnt to be tough from a young age

they had someone available to fight any of their battles

it’s just generally cool to have an older brother

plus you can have many females sucking up to you, with the hope of being your brother's girlfriend 

But brethren, I came to this world after girls, 

while the boys came after me— so, two things I always really wanted: 

a senior brother and a junior sister (to become my protégée), I never had.

:( 

On several occasions, I borrowed senior brothers, and even borrowed junior sisters

But, I knew one day, the good Lord will smile on me! 

And in the past two weeks the Lord has finally smiled on me, 

we’ve had two marriages in my family — both my sisters. 

Remember Sister Queen? And my Sister, Jennifer? 

In the middle of February, Sister Queen got married to my first ever big brother 😬😬😬

Yoruba traditional weddings are apparently really beautiful— I never knew that because I cannot remember ever attending one. 

I guess it was even more beautiful because I was a part of it. 

Apart from the stress— I literally became the errand girl at home during preparations: 

"Deborah come and carry this bucket"

"Deborah, drive them to pick up the pots"

"Deborah, come and serve your aunty’s food"

"Deborah, go and buy milk"

Deborah this... Deborah that. 

A day before the wedding, I threw a major tantrum -- I was proper tired, yet I was sent to do everything per minute. 

I just left everyone downstairs and went to take a hard reset — sleep

Anyway, apart from the stress, the traditional wedding was amazing — 

I danced with so much joy, 

my sister looked so beautiful, 

my parents were running on 2 hours sleep, 

but they were so happy, 

I saw family and friends I hadn’t seen since I was ten— 

I even met one of my dad’s friends that asked if I remembered him— the last time he saw me, I was barely two years old ooo

So how I am supposed to remember him, I dunno oo

Yesterday, Sister Jennifer had her wedding introduction,

it was a very simple introduction ceremony, but absolutely nice 

Both husband and wife are pretty  shy and conservative, 

So they stuck to simple! 

So now, all the females from the Motilewa clan — from my dad directly, are all married... except me. 

And so the prayers have started 

“You are next in line in Jesus’ name” 

“We are coming for you ooo”

“Your own day is just around the corner” 

“Next month, we are coming for yours”

Likeeeee! Guys, can you please allow me finish celebrating with my sisters first? 

I am really really happy guys! My family has expanded 

It definitely seems like 2018 is a “marriage” year oo. All my personal people are starting their own families ❤️❤️❤️

x

Can I have my holiday back?

Happy new year! 💃🏼💃🏼💃🏼💃🏼

The year is barely two weeks old, yet I have learnt a major lesson -- Never go on holidays, or you’ll come back to work feeling worse than before. 

Sigh

Don't get me wrong, I love my job! But in the past four years, I have not taken a real "break" -- I still always had "work" to do during the holiday season. 

So, I am really quite new to doing absolutely nothing -- which was basically me this past Christmas holiday.

All I did was eat, sleep, eat, sleep, eat, get fat, get fatter, eat, and watch Yoruba movies. 😐 

Don't judge me please 😒😒

By Tuesday of my first week back to work, I was already looking forward to my next work break.  

You know it is real when you start lying to yourself on Tuesday that Friday is just around the corner  😐 

Now on to the highlights of my Christmas break:

1. I found out that my dad reads my blog posts and sometimes gists about them with my mum 😐 

I imagine their conversation will be something like

 "Ehn hen! Oya, come and see what your daughter has written oo" 

sigh, but daddy and mummy, is it necessary? 

2. I spent the entire break indoors with my family-- it's been so long since this happened, so I made sure to enjoy every bit of it. 

Thanks to the fuel scarcity -- there was no fuel to go out to "ja-ye" (enjoy life). 

So I basically, ate! ate! ate! forced my mum to cuddle me! ate and ate again. 

The good part was, we got to do ALL our Christmas traditions, especially the food related ones: making and eating a large basin of chin chin, roasting yam and of-course killing goat. 

3. I briefly met up with some friends from high school— some I hadn’t seen in over 9 years. 

Last time we saw, we were just leaving high school, still thinking of petty things-- now some of us are fathers and mothers  

Dear reader, I am no longer your age mate! Old woman typing here please 😐😐

4. I got the most amazing Christmas present ever— 

Perhaps I should go back to the DJ life? 

5. I slept at least thrice everyday 

6. I became FAT 

7. I decided to lose the fat through exercise

 I ended up with a sprained ankle from all the jogging and what not. and guess what? I don't think I lost even one kg. 😐😐

Well, here we are-- definitely back to work... 

Just incase my employers are reading this -- While the holiday was great, I am glad to be back to work 

Sykes