Unveiled And The Holiday

I haven't posted in a while. Life happened. Still happening though. Today, I'm going to share a bit of my life with you. Some say social media isn't the place to air your personal life, really??? No more privacy any where abeg. Your picture, your name, is already splashed on Facebook, Twitter and what have you so what else is there? 

I agree there are some details we need to keep locked up but hey! Why spoil the fun? Join in and spill a little..just a tiny tinny bit to keep us more interested in your everyday life. 

So here is mine, I have been married for five years. This September is my wedding anniversary, Yippee! I'm self employed though involved in some NGO duties.., I'm the first daughter . I and the Mr are still expecting our bundle of Joy..i want twins!!!! 

In between, I'm having fun setting up my home, being active in Church ( I'm catholic, the Mr is Methodist but we attend Living Faith Church for now) long story for another day.
In case you are wondering, Omena is my native Urhobo name, it means, " This is mine" Urhobo is a major tribe in Delta State, my mum hails from there, thus the name. And I love it!

That's it! Not much details but enough for now abeg. Lest what happened in 1914 repeat itself again. LOL 

The preparation for Ileya (Sallah) is here again so the hustle is on for Ram meat. I prefer mine roasted..hmmm..yum! As a Christian, I celebrate with my Muslim pals..got a hand few of them. Nice people and I love them. Still drafting my list for Sallah shopping and bet you, at least Goat meat must be present in it. Tomorrow is the D day for market runs and trust me, it's going to be a tug of war amongst the vendors in the market place..all jostling for customers at the top of their lungs. The pushing and foot dragging no be here oh. Anyways, yours truly is ready. 
I promise to write about my market experience and spoils of the war tomorrow, I won't be lazy, I promise. I promise. Oh.how I love that word "Promise"

A view from the Ground.

I don't like beds. Nor mattresses. I like sleeping on the bare floor. The cold tiles underneath my body has a way of jolting me back to reality.
Just as any step in life, there's a ground level. The beginning. The cradle. Where it all started. The runway your dream taxied on before taking flight. As some airplane descends to the ground either to re-fuel or get more passengers to continue to a particular destination, so are our dreams and visions.
Often we get carried away by the actualisation of our hopes that we forget what propelled us to dream in the first place. We feel invincible, powerful beyond measures, six figures and counting..we have arrived.
Your ground level more might be giving back to the society. Mine could be seeing a relative through college. Not just throwing wads of cash at people. Your time is of most value here. I refuse to get caught up in the rat race , chasing the wind et all. There's is a ground level for everyone , Find yours.