I put him on a pedestal
He fell
And I was hurt
But it was not his fault
He was not the one who climbed
It was I
All this time
It was I
Who put him there
Hurt
Category: life
Who are you asking?
I am a baker. I love to bake. I haven’t baked so much in a while, but I’ve been thinking of making more time for home baking and let the bake shop keep running as it has managed for a while.
I am an accountant. I love book keeping. It gives me a different kind of joy I can’t explain.
I am a mother, yeah, one of the best things that happened to me.
I am a wife, a good one at that…yeah I know.
I am a sister. A daughter, an aunty, a friend, a cousin.
I’m every woman.
So if you ask anyone; “who is Mimi Stacey Terver-Bossua”? Their response may be different and may not even be on my list here.
It depends on who you are asking.
Muse
Sinking deep in my musings
Thoughts of you are getting confusing
Maybe I’m letting them drown my feelings
…but it’s kind of amusing
As I recall the times we talked
The times we laughed at each other
Some of the times we helped each other
Telling ourselves we would get better
But most of all I remember
It was mostly you
Doing the giving
Talking
And sometimes not even talking
Either way,
You will always be my muse.
Things Really Do Change
Today makes exactly two weeks since I dropped my son off at school.
For the longest period, I have lamented to whoever would listen on how I was going to face a difficult day come September 7th, the day I would drop him off.
The day came and the world did not end like I thought it would.
I remember writing here on how Time passes and things do change and how I learned three good lessons on parenting my son. Things have really changed with and about me… I was shocked with myself.
It wasn’t an easy feat, dropping him off and walking away… especially for the fact that, for eleven years, I had this amazing little human with me almost all the time.
I think everyone thought I would breakdown, I received calls and texts the following week, everyone needed to be sure I was doing okay.
I remember my husband taking quick steps towards my son and I when we held each other in a long embrace and I prayed with him… I know he thought we were weeping…we weren’t.
So when I say things have really changed, it is because, just like everyone expected, I would have cried a river while dropping my kiddo off.
Now here’s why I didn’t…
I pictured my son, trying to go to sleep at night and then his latest memory of his mom would be a sad and weeping woman. How’s that for encouragement and hope?
My home feels empty and I miss him. I’m keeping busy, very busy and my husband… he’s doing so much to make sure I am okay. I am.
Spread your wings SonTer my son, fly…the sky is your limit.
❤️
Lady
I wish I could go to a time
Where I could put on beautiful garments
And be waited on
A time
Where I could have a ladies maid
To dress and undress me
Serve me tea, wait on me.
A time where I could have someone come on and announce to me my calllers.
A time where I could weigh and pick
From the callers.
When I could just sit in the study and read
And then walk in the garden and smell the flowers.
I wish
What a mess
I couldn’t stop staring at it, the bottom cupboard on a photocopier at the bank.
I had seen it yesterday and I thought someone must have made the mess in a hurry and was going to come back and fix it. They probably didn’t want to leave a customer waiting and so they didn’t have time to put the contents back into the cupboard and close it properly.
But I’m here again today and it’s just the same…as untidy as it was yesterday.
I’m tempted to go behind the counter to help them clean up…if only they would let me. It’s a huge mess.
Just when I feel I can’t take the sight of it anymore, I hear the best words ever; “Your transfer is done ma’am, thank you and have a nice day”.
Thank goodness.
So far… it looks Good
Yesterday I turned 42.
I had a good day. I spent it with my husband, son,siblings and their children. We used the opportunity of being together like this and called in a photographer to take some professional family portraits. I can’t wait till they are ready.
My friend Helen showed up and that topped up the day some more. I love seeing Helen.
Today was an amazing day. I’ve been in search for something new and I think I found it…today.
My sisters and I visited a friend of theirs, this friend has a small garden, she nurses plants and sells them off…but she keeps most of them. It started small, like a joke, and now she has over a hundred kind. The moment I walked into her space, I knew I wanted to have and care for one of them. I’ve never had a plant before.
Lately I’ve found myself so amazed by Derrick Knight’s garden. I think the universe is telling me that it’s time to get a plant.
For my birthday, my sister’s friend, Domitila, gave me three plants from her garden. I insisted on paying for the fourth.
I took a few photos of her garden to share.
I loved being there.
42 isn’t going so bad, so far, it looks good.
Something New
It’s Tuesday morning and I’m home, playing hookie. I’m not particularly proud to be doing that but I’m glad I picked me first today. Son is at my bake shop, he’s one of the students for the summer holiday baking class for kids. Husband is at work, so I’m home alone… suddenly I have a craving.
It is a weird one. I love to cook and try out new recipes but I’ve never tried this one. I begin to wonder if it would be any good.
First thing I wonder is; has anyone done this before? I check online and there it is…people have definitely made this dish before.
I begin to formulate my own recipe in my head… I’ve got a left over fish pepper soup in the freezer, I will just add it to it.
Then I think of fresh curry leaves…and I remember, Jacob has a small garden by his room. Jacob is the guy who manns our gate and he’s got a small room just by the gate.
I help myself to some curry leaves and some fresh pepper from his garden…I love pepper…hot pepper
One hour later, my dish is ready. I sit back with some cheesy mills & boon to match the mood.
Even if it’s been made by someone before, It’s new to me; Nigerian Jollof Rice/potato and fish
Daddio
I had a little thought and I risked waking my husband up just to scribble it down.
“what’s going on” he says when I turn on the lights in the bedroom at 11:34pm, just twenty six minutes to midnight, I should be asleep… It is Monday in the morning after all…another new week for the hustle and bustle.
…but I sit up and I’m writing this.
Earlier in the day I had a conversation with my cousin. She wanted to know if she should see the movie I had just put up on my WhatsApp story.
Her exact words were “Is it a must watch?”
I’m going to say exactly what I told her:
“It Depends…I loved the chemistry between the characters…it wasn’t romantic but they clicked.
The conversation is top notch.
The expressions are on another level…they take you deep into their thoughts with them.
It’s just the two of them…
…No one else…
1 hour and 39 minutes.
Sean Penn and Dakota Johnson.
I love it”.
We talk a bit more and she wants to know:
“Do I need a drink for it?
Do the girls need to be sleeping to concentrate?”
She’s got two girls under ten years of age.
I tell her “You don’t necessarily need a drink… but it’s not a bad idea…and yeah, you need full focus…no distraction….some of the stuff they talk about may get you thinking about some of your own stuff and decisions”.
It sure got me thinking about my relationship with my dad…and a few other stuff…
This is more or less a review of the movie Daddio.
I’m a lover of movies with conversations…so you bet I love this one. It’s a beautifully written script.
It left me with a lot of questions though, and no answers …I guess we can’t always have the answers to our questions… life’s questions.
Classic
Out of town
One of ours lost her mom
We’re here to mourn with her.
Body is laid to rest…six feet under.
Idle night before we depart
Me and the rest of the staff from the bakery…the family
Wondering…
What can we do?
Movie night we say
After much thought…
We decide…but…
They let me decide
Have you seen pretty woman?I ask…
They all say ‘no’
Pretty women it is
They loved it
I’m glad they loved it
Classic
