Sunday Sunday

I wonder why I still haven't settled on a church I want to fellowship at permanently yet, as I am spoilt for choice as indeed most of us are in the Lagos metropolis.There are services to suite all, at all times of the day,and yet still I will not commit. I remember on one of my trips to NYC I was looking for some new shoes and headed for Macy's department store shoe floor, the sheer size of the place was completely overwhelming there were high heels and low heels thick heels and spiky heels, wedgies platforms and pumps with there various colours leaving my head in a spin as I had forgotten what I had come in for,and then came the prices, and did you go designer or high street and what did you want to pay?and with the sales people trying to persuade me to purchase there wares It took me 20minutes to gather myself and leave with nothing.

I realise now that im not sure which church I want to wear ,who's mantle I want to wrap round me what size heels would fit,and who's visionary colours I would want to buy into. I don't know what price I'm ready to pay.
I was all ready to go back to my old church which has many many branches over here untill it was announced that ladies had to start coming in long skirts and dresses. I own but one skirt in my wardrobe and it is black and was bought for a funeral,and even with its long length left me feeling more exposed than my usual pair of trousers.

With so many good churches out there and the rest of them just pimping Jesus the streets are bare on Sunday mornings, everyone with there special pair of shoes on off to praise our God,but as the day dawns on Monday morning nothing changes, the shoes come off as we shout abuse to our fellow drivers off on the school,job,bank and maybe booty call run trying to block as many cars as we can so we can get where were going faster as you know we have more important stuff to do. I think I'll just stick to me and Jesus for now till I can find the right fit and hopefully God in his amazing grace will forgive me.

New dawn with funmi

I had a wonderful experience meeting Funmi,last week on her show I am quite an admirer of hers she has such a lot of spunk and charisma and also being a fellow blogger I felt like I knew her... well some of her. she is a powerful advocate for the underprivileged and the forgotten and had me on to talk about my future plans for my entry into the world of media as I am planning to set up a production company in the new year by the grace of God.speaking of the grace of God, this is sad but true of me ,I am always second guessing myself and wondering if the things I plan to do are going to be sanctioned by him because deep down I know that I know that I know I should be working on the songs he gave me to release an album with,could I have my cake and eat it. I spoke to my brother the other day and he said to let God do it what does that mean I said, and he implied that Iwas always making too many plans and should allow God to take control. so do I stop and wait ? as I said I feel I am still on the outer circle. How do you know when you are walking into your destiny?

unfaithfull writer

somewhere in the midst of running a house and children I loose my self for weeks at a time I forget who I am, the person I was before I became who I am now a relocated mum of four with a relocated life, a life I am also on the fringes of ,never quite in the circle realise I am a serial adulteress, constantly unfaithful to myself needs my wants and my yearnings and God given talent I do what needs to be done to reasonably satisfy my self and then press the off key and disappear back into the mundane leaving my inner self screaming for attention,stimulation and fulfillment feel guilty about it but still fall into the same pattern of self neglect because others wants and needs are more important than mine? I ask my self once a week why?and there are many answers but should any of them be an excuse to not being faithful to Mandy,she the writer,singer,tv presenter all of which she excels at and more... Is she not good enough for me, the wife and mother in her comfortable routine and safe existence am I scared of her overwhelming me completely absorbing me and leaving me with no room to focus on anyone but her?what is the truth, what is my truth I still haven't found it perhaps its because I've pushed the off key again

Live on air!!

The deed is done. The rushes are in the can. Elvis has left the building etc etc. Basically the Star Hosts show for Soundcity was edited and completed yesterday and will be broadcast today at 1pm on MITV. It will be repeated Saturday and Sunday late night on AIT (I think 10pm). It was a real buzz doing the show as it was put me in front of the camera under extreme stress from Denrele( where does he find the energy?)but it was such good fun. Hope you all enjoy the show and please let me have your comments, feedback suggestions etc.

Back in the groove...

My people I apologise for keeping quiet over the last few weeks. Things have been very hectic with settling the kids into schools, settling into the house, settling into the country and settling into the traffic. All of this settling has left me little time for me to settle but finally things are starting to happen.

After a lot of feet dragging and pure stubbornness (Oprah was on at the time) Toks finally managed to drag me to a photogragher's studio for a photoshoot and that was where things started to snowball. Sitting in the waiting room was a rather exotic creature who seemed to have been transported straight from Camden town.

The introductions were made and this is how I came to know the one and only Denrele of Soundcity - a yoof outfit that supplies a lot of the local channels with music and lifestyle content.

One thing led to another and he asked me to appear on one of their shows called SoundCity Star Hosts where a star, (moi??) picks their top 10 current videos and then does an hour show around this and answers questions. The programme was recorded today, will be edited tomorrow and will be broadcast starting on Thursday and over the weekend so watch out for it on AIT and other stations.

And then to top it off I was then interviewed by City People magazine for their upcoming issue. Wow what a day.

I am also in the process of setting up my own production company to focus on creating content for all these channels that are springing up in Nigeria. I have identified a couple of key areas and will be bringing you up to speed when things are more sorted. And to top it all off I have to get my finger out and continue work on the book idea that kick started this whole blog thing.

In the meantime enjoy these photos of the "crazy" Denrele and the crew during today's shoot.

It's my house and I live there.

I dont know where the time has gone and it's a bit scary cos although I have been busy its seems like I have been doing nothing. It must be down to the two extra househelp:->. Lagos has embraced us into its hot chaotic belly with gentleness and grace,although the traffic remains the same. The average trip down the road (or Shoprite) being 45 minutes whilst a trip to somewhere unreasonalbe like VI could be anywere from an hour to four hours depending on road works, car crashes and the various meltdowns between cars, okadas, danfo and molue buses plying the roads.

My hubby, during his own melt down yesterday, sent an okada and passenger flying over our door as we were on route to VI. The reason for his melt down ? We were stuck in traffic and patiently waiting while the other drivers who had more important places to go were driving on the wrong side of the road. Fidgeting and fuming he finally lost all his patience and proceeded to get out to fight with the next driver who was going the wrong way. Unfrotunatley he forgot to look to his right and with a resounding crack the okada and his passenger fell onto thankfully soft sand and as my husband comforted and cajoled the okada driver and his passenger, people still continued to zxoom past the wrong way - stopping briefly to admire the carnage we had created. What is the moral of this story? Next time get out through the sun roof. Or stay home.

It's been a long time.

I am sorry it has been so long, I have been internally screaming stop the merry go round I want to get off!! I have been on the mother of all shopping sprees. My long suffering father trailing around with me as we find the cheapest, (or most cost effective according to Toks) deals to be had in the whole of England. As we are taking a container his mantra is buy it, throw it in and you cant go wrong. I have amassed an amazing amount of information on where you can get the cheapest quality buys in the last few weeks. Maybe I should get into the personal shopper buisness directing all Nigerians away from Selfridges and Harvey Nicks to good old Wilkinson and TK Maxx where they stock exactly the same stuff but with a diffrent name on. Believe me I have seen exactly the same tea pot in the high end shops as in the not so high end. All this accumulated stuff is being carted away from under me by the movers as I type and any minute now they'll be taking this desk and the computer (weep, sob. How will we cope for 4 weeks without blogging?).

I think i will be off line for a while though I'm not sure yet but will keep you all posted. I have to say this blooging thing has been incredibly cathartic and I will miss transporting my thoughts off into the world wide web. But who knows what is next for me in the big wide world of Mother Africa?