STUCK IN A DAYDREAM? A seemingly wiry tangled knots of confusion, unexplained tiredness and a sense of feeling lost felt like a negative anchor pulling me down, leaving my soul hungry for freedom and a sense of spiritual upliftment and direction.
Upon fearing a possible breakdown, I decided to call a friend for moral
support and after patiently listening to my cry of woes, heaved a deep
sigh and tried encouraging me never to give in to my mood, instead, he
dared me to dream and strive to achieve it, going on to task me to
branch out of writing for just #Kuwda but also write a work of fiction
"...You can do this Maj, you're an incredible writer and
you've been writing about your day to day life on Keeping Up With D
Adagiris and it is such a beautiful write up but why not task yourself
to write a work of fiction for publication, either as a hard copy
publication or online for sale? It would go further in cementing
yourself as a writer and get people to take you more seriously plus you
get to make some bucks from it... Kuwda is dope but people don't want to
know just about your family issues, a lot is going on in the world,
stories abound that needs telling, write on themes of new issues arising
in the world like terrorism, feminism, sexuality, a lot of themes to
pick from....think about it Maj, you can do this but unless you try".
The last words of his statement echoed through my brain, tingling my
pores and left me ruminating over the idea of writing a book. Several
times in the past, I have thought about writing a fictitious story but
writing as a craft isn't exactly a walk in the park as other writers
would agree and I had gotten way too comfortable writing strictly for
#Kuwda that the thought of branching out scares me but I knew in my
heart that my friend was right, if I need to get people to take me
seriously as a writer, I have to show them my work, not just my work
writing a reality blog series so I swore to myself I was going to get to
work and prove to myself that indeed, I am a grounded and balanced
writer besides I realised that part of the reason why I was in such
emotional turmoil as stated above was because I needed money badly and
felt like, as a family, we need to have multiple income stream with the
recession biting harder and our expenses getting higher and this angered
me a lot most especially as my birthday was approaching and from the
look of things, nothing yum seems to be in the offing, no whispers
amongst my brothers, no secret meetings between my Mom and siblings,
their body language lately had suggested no secret plans is being
hatched and Mom had been particularly moody lately all because of the
gloomy financial state sweeping through the country in the form of
recession. I might come off as quite spoilt for saying this but It felt
quite scary to spend my birthday with everyone just mouthing a "happy
birthday" phrase and nothing more which even added to my woes, leading
me to sink further in my angst against everything and everyone thus
naturally getting me into spells of throwing tantrums unnecessarily and
at the slightest provocation from feeling exhausted and foggy in the
Wednesday, 28 December 2016
Thursday, 8 December 2016
- "What is this? A Kardashian-like show? You can't be serious are you?"
- "You paint a fairy tale with your stories, you are not realistic, no one would be interested"
- " Keeping up with d Adagiris? What the hell? Lol, Maj, please get a job".
I sat on the bare floor at one corner of my room, looking straight ahead with a pout, dejected and forlorn from being heavily weighed down by depression and worry as I contemplated over my reality blog "Keeping up with d Adagiris" and why I had started it sometime in 2009 as negative reactions I had gotten over time resurrected and blended with new ones people recently hurled at me, all floating freely around my head which were pulling me down, sapping my energy, stealing my joy and igniting feeling of inadequacies towards my posts as I began to dislike my write ups, thinking they weren't good enough despite a few friends calling to assure me they were all amazing and I should rather work on snapping out of my depressive mood fast.
Naturally, I thought they were being nice because they were my friends and turned to my siblings who although love me to bits, would most likely give me their frank assessment of my posts and luckily, they did which gave me some morale boost. "Luckily" because even though my brothers have being generally supportive, their support can be fickle, on and off depending on their mood, especially "off" when we have a fight wherein they give a scathing review of the blog in which sometimes lie a bit of truth but overall, they have been pretty frank and truthful of their appraisal of the blog which leaves me dealing with the haters and gloom predictors whose words sometimes cut deep like a knife and on one of such occasion left me crying in the shower after an online troll made fun of me and the KUWDA blog of being a wannabe and struggling to be a hit since 2009.
Monday, 21 November 2016
The new Matriarch of the Adagiri extended family had come visiting us with the proverbial olive branch in hand to commiserate with us over the loss of our home as read in TSUNAMI but of course, we knew better than to take such words to heart but chose to quietly listen anyway. She prevailed on us to be patient with the family as regards inheritance, knowing now was a crucial time we needed money. Mom was quite surprised as she was typically expecting the Matriarch to rain fire and brimstone on her for daring to get a loan using her late brother's house as collateral, the non-payment leading to the loss of the house even though the house is legally Mom's after Dad's demise. Mom simply nodded and thanked the Matriarch for her concern, she thereafter settled down and engaged us in a bit of chitchat where she learned it was going to be QT's birthday the next day and we had no idea what to do for him...actually, I was the one who let that slip with the hope she would sponsor a treat for him, I blurted out after she asked what we were up to,
"Well, ma'am, we are quite well, obviously trying to cope in light of recent events...we had even made plans way ahead of time to celebrate Qatari's birthday which is tomorrow but now....it's all gone to cinders with our home gone"
Monday, 7 November 2016
"What? Karl? Are you alright? Ofcourse not I didn't like that, you sure you okay?"
Friday, 28 October 2016
One chilly saturday morning, after a heavy downpour with droplets of rain still drizzling, Mom went out with QT and Karl to inspect a plot of land which she plans to cultivate into a farmland leaving just myself and Hamz alone at home when Peter, in company of a group of other young guys who are also friends of Hamz came visiting.
Even though I'm noted amongst my siblings not to get chatty with my siblings' friends, the guys somehow roped me into their conversations and I found my stone cold facial appearance that morning gradually thawing into a cheerful face as I flowed with their conversations and after about thirty minutes of non-stop banter, we all decided to play a game of truth and dare with Peter drafting the game's rules with penalties attached to each rule which were meant to be awkward, uncomfortable and outright embarrassing... Apparently, this looks like it's going to be fun.
Wednesday, 19 October 2016
Mom said in a conversation with Aunt Hubaida one early tuesday evening about her friend Raliat also known as Mama tahir who is a wealthy cloth merchant in Lagos, to which Aunt Hubaida scoffed almost with indignation and responded,
"Well, one couldn't say exactly what transpired between them as we both weren't present nor hear from the other parties, am sure her siblings must have their reasons"
Mom's eyes squinted, apparently puzzled and asked what Hubaida meant, she responded,
"It's as I said it because from my own experience, I can tell that sometimes, it's the richer sibling that could be guilty, more often than not"
Mom's facial expression immediately changed from bewilderment to seething fire, she swiftly responded,
Tuesday, 6 September 2016
This is an unusual trait for a guy who has to deliver the type of news that most of us would prefer to dispense from across the room or better yet, by an email from a do-not-reply address as part of his duties is to fire members of their staff, buy out little company rivals and merge it with *Dynamo automobile as well as stated above, in charge of paying compensation and accrued dividends which is about the only nice part of his job.
"...Dollars are a surrogate for worth"
He says to us, leaning in as usual, to end a long introductory speech which pretty much was advertising his own skills and expertise at what he does after dismissing a set of family before attending to us.
"So, you're Habiba Adagiri, am I correct...with... um.. the pronunciation?"
He said, referring to Mom as he raised his head from a paper he was reading from to look at her then pointing at Nicole, he says he reckons she's Nicole to which she affirms with an emphatic positive nod. Wayne cleared his throat, adjusted his grey jacket and sitting position as he got ready to go into business.
"So your late husband, made some.."
Wednesday, 24 August 2016
Recently, Mom was able to get Musa to a sit down to draft an agreement on how much he wants to collect in bulk and for him never to show his face to harass us until the duration of the agreement had elapsed. Thankfully, Garba, our former gate man arrived just in time to act as interpreter as Musa wasn't well versed in english language nor Mom in hausa. Garba had found it difficult living on his own and securing a steady job with a regular income to support his family in far away Sokoto state so he chose to come back and stay with us, as a mark of loyalty and having a sense of family in our home, despite our condition. Finally, Mom and Musa were able to reach an agreement for us to stay 3 months at a rather substantial amount of money but Mom, through the grace of God was able to pay and we were quite relieved we won't be seeing Musa's face for quite a while.
To blow off steam and let our hair down after a rough couple of weeks, QT had rather unusually suggested that we all go clubbing that night, this is unusually so as QT rarely suggests a fun day or night out and would rather pump steel in the gym. I declined going as I knew Mom won't buy the idea of all of us going out at night and leaving her alone at home... A home that outwardly looks deserted and almost dilapidated, furthermore, she hates the idea of night reveling, so mentioning "club" to her would mean them not going altogether as she won't allow it. Hamz excitedly declared it was a good idea that I stay with Mom,
"...After all, you're the sister we never had, so it would be cool that you stay at home with mummy"
Wednesday, 3 August 2016
MAJ- (On the phone)- Hey Tchubs, Am so scared, I have this splitting headache that's making me dizzy, I don't want to take pain relievers cause I learnt they cause liver damage in the long run, I think it's making me dizzy or do you think I'm short on blood?
TCHUBS- *Deep sighs* You're not serious Maj, seriously? You have the solution to your problem right in front of you and you're spitting B.S about the meds causing liver damage? Don't bother me please.... You have issues, Sheesh!
Monday, 25 July 2016
THE DEVIL QUOTES SCRIPTURES.