Category Archives: Thirty-Eight

And We Are Here

ana38Famuyide Olawale.

*Allows 60 seconds to pass*

I have to leave that name seated pretty, alone, up there for a bit.

I cant begin to explain how fast Wale reads. How fast he arrives at the posts. Sometimes even before the post drops he has already shared it on Twitter. You deserve a special thank you πŸ™‚

Okay. This is supposed to be like a ‘thank you’ roll call. LOL

I want to thank everyone who has visited my blog in the last 38 days. There have been thousands from at least 20 countries (unbelievable) and everyone that followed my blog in the last 38 days just so that they wont miss a thing. The new friends I made of those who dropped comments regularly: Ebun, Anuoluwapo, Tiana, Ivy, Esta. Thank you. Those who thought the words but couldn’t comment. Those who liked the posts. Thank you. Thank you everyone. (Ha! those who win Oscars actually have plenty thanking to do o) Those whose retweets and shares brought the cool keeds to the yard. Those who brought people when I made a dedication to them. Those who didn’t. Everyone πŸ™‚ Thank you.

It has been like a voyage of discovery. I have learnt so much from your comments. I enjoyed sharing each and every post especially those that touched on aspects of my life that are quite personal. I think my most favourite post must be ‘Memories’ followed by the ‘My Twitter Experience’ series and writing the poetry dedications were pretty challenging. I really think I want to blog more often. So, I have decided that starting next week, I should be blogging at least three times every week: Wednesdays, Fridays and Sundays. I will have Poetry Wednesday, Relationship Friday and Short Story Sunday. I hope I can do this πŸ™‚

My dear friend Efe should be writing tomorrow after taking a months break to allow me write. I can’t wait to read again. Thanks for being such a sweet heart πŸ™‚ You can read him at πŸ™‚

So, thank you all again. If you’d like to catch up with my posts you can search thirty-eight and you will find it all.

As my good friend Jesse would say, ‘see you soon’. πŸ™‚

And let us not grow weary of doing good, for in due season we will reap if we do not give up – Gal 6:9 ESV


Posted by on October 8, 2013 in Thirty-Eight




The knock was low, tentative. Kelvin rose slowly from his half sleep wondering whether he had been dreaming again. It came again.

Two taps.

Kelvin rose and threw on a shirt before opening the door and there she stood.


Kelvin was tongue tied. He willed himself to respond as he quickly buttoned up his shirt, but his tongue refused to obey. This was Clara at his door. HIS Clara. The sweet girl that visited and made him wake, wet and shaking, from a dream he never wanted to end. The girl he calls Clara, at his door.

‘I’m sorry…I must have a wrong room’


Kelvin’s tongue finally took orders from him.

‘Looking for someone? I mean, you must be looking for someone…’

Her smile was easy as his words tumbled over each other. He was such an idiot.

‘I’m sorry, Musa gave me his room number but…’

Musa? How did this pretty innocent looking girl get involved with the notorious Musa. Why do the good ones always end up with the bad guys? Here he was straight A kid. Never smoked, never drank all his life but each time he spoke to a girl on campus, they always turned him down but Musa…

‘Do you have any idea where he is?’

He could lie and say he didn’t know. She would go home and save herself the trouble…and Musa was trouble. Or he could take her to Musa. Right up to where he was smoking hemp with his homies. She would see for herself that hanging out with Musa is a bad idea and what is more the walk could give him an opportunity to hang out with her for another 10 minutes. Maybe he could even find out her real name and who knows after she finds out what a bad boy Musa is, maybe…

‘Do you…?’

‘Yes, just give me a minute’

There was really no reason to step back into his room. He had his shirt on and his jeans was in good shape but his heart wasn’t. It beat so loud, he had a feeling she would hear it from the other side of the door. He took a few deep breaths and then opened the door and walked out.

Half way to Musa’s hangout, he hadn’t summoned courage to say a word to Clara. He had replayed the conversation several times in his head but it never seemed to sound right. What if he just went straight to the point and told her he liked her. He stole a sidewards glance and the smile playing on her lips broke into full blown laughter in his head. There was no way she wouldn’t laugh at him. Even he would laugh at him! There are supposed to be interesting lines that you use to ask a lady out. He had practised a few, but they all deserted him at his hour of need. One thing was sure, he had to think of something fast, in just a few minutes this window will be shut and…

He was unsure if that was a shot.

Next thing he saw was Musa and his gang running towards them. Another shot rang out as he did the first thing that came to his mind. He pulled her down with him and she collapsed on him. He rolled over and lay over her, protecting her. Musa’s people didn’t give them a second glance as they ran past. The police van showed up next and sped past them.

What a waste! How was he to prove to her the kind of person Musa was now. Why couldn’t the silly police have stayed away for another 10 minutes at the least. And then he realised he was still lying over her.

‘I’m sorry’, he began as he rolled off…

There was something about the angle at which her neck lay.

And then he saw the blood on his shirt…

He who observes the wind will not sow, and he who regards the clouds will not reap.- Eccl 11: 4 ESV


Posted by on October 7, 2013 in Thirty-Eight


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To Assume or Not To Assume?

Assumption is the soup with which subs are swallowed – Abigail

One of the earliest lessons I learnt while growing up is never to assume. It is a lesson that I also tend to forget often because by nature I am an assuming person. But, I am often reminded – sometimes on a daily basis- never to assume.

But just what is assumption?

From the Latin ‘assumere’, which means “to take up, take to oneself”, assumption expresses what the assumer postulates, often as a confessed hypothesis; it expresses what the presumer really believes. The thing about assumptions is that they are accepted without proof. The assumer simply presumes that what he believes is true. Sometimes there is not even a shred of evidence that the assumption is true and at other times, the assumer simply gathers what believes to be evidence and acts on it.

What leads to assumptions?

One of the major reasons why assumption takes place is because the assumer either does not know how to communicate or does not want to communicate. The later is often tied to pride. The assumer finds it easier accepting his own truths than being humiliated when he finds out that he was wrong. Sometimes, it is the fear of confrontation. What if he seeks to clarify and the other person is not willing to listen? Another reason is anger. When a person is angry it is easier to assume than to ask questions.

As I said earlier, I had issues with assumptions, sometimes I still do. But I found a way of solving my problem to a large extent. I wouldn’t have even known that it was a problem if I didn’t see the negative impact it has had on my life on on my relationships. It is always better, safer, to ask questions than to assume. Assumption can ruin relationships.

The one solution I have found to my problem with assumption is to ask questions. Even in a situation when the answer seems so obvious, I choose to ask questions. You may choose to call the questions stupid or foolish but it is better than deciding for myself what the other person is thinking and acting on my believes. When I remember friendships I would have lost if I had just gone ahead to assume why people took certain actions!

A few scriptures helped me not to make assumptions. One of them is the scripture that reminds us that we all stumble many times. look at how the disciple James puts it:

We all make mistakes often, but those who don’t make mistakes with their words have reached full maturity. Like a bridled horse, they can control themselves entirely. – James 3:2

No human is perfect. We all make mistakes and because what I think can be a mistake, I would rather ask and be sure.

I also learnt from one of my bosses that it is never the best to leave a man without a way out. His theory, and I agree with him, is that even when you are sure that someone has offended you, you must always give them an opportunity to redeem themselves. Talking to them calmly and giving them an opportunity to explain things, even if they have to lie to free themselves, is the just thing to do.

In fact, realising that we are all imperfect also helps me to see things more clearly from the other persons perspective. I mean, whoever I am making assumptions about is also prone to wrong and so deserves an opportunity to make a retraction. If I go ahead and assume and take actions based on my assumptions then, they may never get an opportunity to retrace their steps.

This is actually one of the major reasons why I do not claim subtweets. If I have a feeling that someone is subbing me and the relationship is important enough, I find a way of reaching out to the person. But the truth remains that not all relationships are important and sometimes it makes a lot more sense to let go than to hold on to a relationship that causes pain. I would like to believe I strive for balance.

So, when I do take action based on assumptions, I am often prepared to face whatever consequences results. So, do you make assumptions or would you rather ask questions?

Once when Jesus was praying in private and his disciples were with him, he asked them, β€œWho do the crowds say I am?”…β€œBut what about you?” he asked. β€œWho do you say I am?” Luke 9: 18, 20a NIV


Posted by on October 6, 2013 in Thirty-Eight


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When Women were Girls

One of the TV shows that ashaped my life as I was growing up was ‘ Sesame Street’. I was great friends with Big Bird, Oscar the Grouch, Big Bird’s imaginary friend Mr Snuffleopagus (?), Ernie and Bert, Bob and Susan and a whole lot more. I learnt a lot about counting and reading and togetherness from Sesame Street. It was always a race to sit in front of the TV once its 4 pm.

My sister and I still have a lot of inside jokes from Sesame Street. Phrases like ‘me help’, ‘Fred, foot, Friday’, ‘the golden “N”, ‘count fire engines’, and songs like ‘long distance Clara’ are often fondly remembered. And who would forget ‘The Count’ and his rather outrageous laughter!

Then there also was ‘The Muppet Show’ with Kermit the Frog ans Miss Piggy. LOL. There was the bear (can’t remember his joke on the show) but I remember one of his jokes:

‘A bear appeared on stage to perform and someone from the audience screamed “good grief, the comedian’s a bear’, and he responded, “no, he is not a-bare, he is a wearing a neckie tie’ LOL
(Sorry if you didn’t get the joke)

There were also these two guys who ran commentaries on the Muppet show who were always playing contrarian. One starts off saying the act was rotten while the other would say it was great and at the end of the conversation, they would end up on opposite sides with one shouting ‘more’ and the other shouting ‘boo’ (reminds me of Twitter folks that can’t seem to make up their minds, LOL)

Then there was the seemingly endless array of cartoons available on TV: one of the most popular then was ‘Voltron’: The legend of Voltron has it that Voltron was a peace keeper for all the good planets of the solar system who formed a galaxy alliance. Until a new horrible menace swept through the galaxy. Voltron is the story of the super force of space explorers, specially trained and sent by the alliance to bring back Voltron, defender of the universe (so before you go forming Voltron for anyone make sure they are good people. LOL) Of course the evil Zelda was always coming up with a row(?) beast but Voltron would always destroy them with his blazing sword!

There were a bunch of others like Scoobie Doo, Pow (dunno if that’s the title, LOL) Godzilla, G Force, (aaaargh, getting too old to remember more 😦 ) Oh, but there were other shows like ‘The Wonder Years’ and I can’t seem to forget ‘The Scarlet Pimpernel’ which showed as a Sunday afternoon matinee:

‘They look for him here, they look for him there. French people look for him everywhere. Is he in heaven or is he in hell?’ LOL

Okay, this really has been lots of fun. Can you remember your favourite TV shows from growing up years? Pray, share πŸ™‚

A young man I used to be, I have also grown old – Psalm 37: 25a NWT


Posted by on October 5, 2013 in Thirty-Eight


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A few of my favourite things.

I thought it would be cool to share with you all today a few of my favourite things. Now, it would be a good idea I think to start by giving a definition, my definition, of favourite things. My favourite things are those things, seen and unseen, that spice up my life or add a smile to my face. They are those things that I doubt I can have a fulfilled life without. Sadly, a few have eluded me so far. But, I have most of them, which is a good thing, I think.

I like nature. One of the key reasons why I live in the outskirts of Lagos. I totally enjoy being at one with nature. Maybe this is partly because I grew up in the GRA Ikeja and I always had well kept gardens around me. I also grew up watching the sunset. If you haven’t experienced that second when the sun actually sets, you totally need to. It’s simply magical. You’d totally miss it if you blink. These days, I get close to nature is by watching the sea. Just seeing the waves clashing against the shore is a reminder of God’s goodness.

I love true friendships. I have been shortchanged here a couple of times. But, I always comfort myself and say, a friend that betrays my trust is not worthy of me. Fortunately, I have been blessed a few times. I enjoy just hanging out with friends and having a good laugh. Especially, hanging out with friends who will not judge me. In turn, I try to offer loyal and non judgemental friendship too. I try to respect my friends and their right to make decisions without interference, exactly how I would rather people I choose as friends to relate with me.

I love talking. Yup, I’m a talkaholic if there’s anything like that. If I find someone I can have interesting conversation with, we could talk forever. I tell people that the number one thing I looked out for while dating was someone I can talk with about everything and anything. Okay, this is also one reason why I am such a horrible liar. I would out myself all by myself. LOL. Yet, I would go completely quiet in the midst of people I do not really know. I would sit through and not contribute to anything they say.

I used to be a great fan of chocolates. I guess I still have great love for chocolates but it just doesn’t end up melting in my mouth anymore 😦 Sometimes, I just admire from afar. Or I just smell it. LOL. I used to be an addict until it made me sick so I had to stop.

Connected to talking is writing. Maybe I should just say I have a thing for words because I love reading too. I would read everything as long as I determine it is edifying. I am very particular about what I take into my mind. I love writing poetry the most. There is just something about poetry that gets to me. And it is such an easy form of expression for me. I also enjoy reading poetry. Good enough, there is really no.shortage of what to read πŸ™‚

I love healthy eating and exercise. I don’t get as much of the two as I would really love. I try to eat healthy and get as much exercise as I can each day. I follow @estamorenikeji on Twitter because she is a #fitfam advocate. Her tweets are very inspiring. If you belong to Nigerian Twitter and would like to know about healthy eating and weightloss you should follow her.

I love laughing. I hate acrimony. I really hate people who take themselves too seriously. I throw jibes at people and totally love banter. Unfortunately, many people misunderstand this side of me. Someone has actually called me cruel for it. So, I try to reserve it for people I am extremely close to. Sometimes, I can’t help being myself though *sigh

Alright, these are a few of my favourite things. Why don’t you use the comments section to share some of yours πŸ™‚

How many your works are, O Jehovah. All of them in wisdom you have made. The earth is full of your productions. – Ps 104: 24 NWT


Posted by on October 4, 2013 in Thirty-Eight




At night, when sleep flees
Thoughts awandering
Nightmares without dreams
Hopelessness, despair
Will he come back to me?
Will I ever get that child?
Will I become rich?
Will she say yes?
Will I ever smile again?

Morning comes, eyes peeled
Mind aworking
Sleep walking, without sleep
Torn, forlorn
Will the demons go away?
Will my parents ever understand me?
Why did they abandon me?
Will I achieve my dreams?
Will I ever make my own choices?

Darkness comes, death’s knock
Thoughts ahalted
Laid to rest.

“The greatest vanity!” the congregator has said, “the greatest vanity! Everything is vanity!” – Eccl 1:2 NWT


Posted by on October 3, 2013 in Thirty-Eight



Embarrassing Pee Tales

A friend of mine just recounted to me a story which I would have found absolutely hilarious…okay, strike that, I still found it absolutely hilarious, even though something similar had happened to me. You know how it is when we were growing up and you are dreaming and in your dream you are playing with your friends and suddenly you feel like peeing and after you are done peeing your realise that you just wet the bed 😦

So it happened that this couple went to bed at night. The husband had given the wife a cup of water before they slept which she left by the bedside. They went to bed and sometime during the night, the wife found herself at a friends place. She was pressed and decided to go relieve herself at a corner. She bent over and started peeing but the pee was taking too long to finish. So she decided to go find a toilet. Unfortunately for her, the toilet she found was messed up, but she couldn’t hold on to the pee any longer, so she squatted at a corner and she completely relieved herself…then the realisation as she awoke and found herself soaked in pee. She had been dreaming!

So, you find it excusable when it’s a kid involved. I mean, some parents make a fuss about bed wetting when a child is two years old. You can imagine how it would look when it is a parent involved.

She just wanted to hide and clean it all up before anyone found out but no, her husband awoke and touched the bed. His question: What happened here? Sharp woman turned to the empty glass and started raking about how someone left a cup of water lying around. Her poor husband felt really bad since he was the one who had brought the water. he rose from the bed apologising. She quickly started scrubbing the bed with everything available so he wouldn’t see the level of the damage and then he suddenly returns looks at the level of wetness and asks: are you sure this is just a glass of water?

Okay, this is totally not an isolated event. Parents these days are taking to bed wetting and they are pinning it on everyone available including their kids. As happened in this family.

Turns out it was the father who was guilty of bed wetting. Well, as usual, he felt like peeing in his dream and he did it to the full only to wake and realise he had done it on the bed. He felt so embarrassed. Fortunately for him though, his wife had just had a baby so he just moved the baby over to the pee zone and took the dry part of the bed. Only he forgot that a baby wearing diaper had to wet the diaper first before conquering the bed. The rest is why we have this story 😐

These embarrassing pee tales wouldn’t be complete if I didn’t add one of my own. Remember that if you laugh at me, someone will laugh at you too :p

So I have this rather not too good habit of holding back pee. Also, I would rather not use anyone’s convenience. There is something about me and my toilet. We have such a loving relationship. Right from when I was a kid, the toilet was a cool place to hang out. I mean, just take a book and go hang out in the toilet :|. I do not trust other toilets, so if I felt like number 1 out of my home, I will hold it till I got home to my toilet (interestingly, my toilet is blessed with the best internet reception, so…you get the drift, yeah?)

So on this particular day, I decided as usual to hold back peeing outside the house. I biked all the way home and well, while sitting there is no danger of a leaking bladder. The moment I got off the bike at the estate gate though, I felt the sudden rush. I managed to walk as decently as I could with a plastered smile as I passed neighbours and threw greetings at them. I could feel one or two drops but nothing mega I thought. The moment, I passed the neighbours, all decency was lost. I ran the rest of the way as my bladder was almost bursting.

Then I arrived at the gate and the there was no one home. I started looking for my keys and the key chose to play hide and seek. I was doing a very weird rendition of a cross between Michael Jackson’s moonwalk and break dance trying not to let the things get too bad. By the time I found the keys and started trying the padlock the dam had broken…and I just let it rain…

And it came to pass at noon that Elijah mocked them and said, Cry aloud, for he is a god; peradventure he is talking or he had to go to the latrine, or he is on a journey, or he sleeps and will awake. 1st Kings 18: 27 JB2000


Posted by on October 2, 2013 in Thirty-Eight