Hihellohowareyou! Welcome to the 1st day of February 2016 guys. Are you one of those that say January was just practice and your year starts now? Haha! I know just how you feel. Actually, my own year started on January 1st and if the month was anything to go by, as I'm sure it was, then I'm definitely in for a very full, interesting and positively eventful year ahead. I wish us all a great February, may each month be better than the last.
Before I proceed, I just need to chip this in. When I said the Olumofin brothers being turned away, if they indeed were, would be a good punishment for their actions, most of you misunderstood me and I can't understand it. I did not mean that not attending the Demurens' wedding is a punishment (Duh!). I meant the embarassment of being turned away (bounced) from a social event, be it a club or church. Being bounced from anywhere is very embarassing, how much more a very public wedding and after all the hullabaloo? I know some of you think Gbemi deserved what she got, but I'm surprised when I hear my fellow women say it served her right. Let's not even go into details. Gbemi was wrong, petty and misguided but if my brothers ever spoke to or about a woman in such a manner, then I know my parents failed as parents. They naturally should have reacted but those choice of words were a reflection of very poor morals. Asking someone if she was raped as a child..... Eishhh!
Moving forward. So I was perusing the pictures of Ebuka Obi Uchendu's Fiancé's (Cynthia) bridal shower when I saw the comment below;
I wish to be in Cynthia’s position right now. Daughter of a rich man getting married to a fine Bobo (an Nze for that matter)… Tell me it’s all vanity, I don’t care.
I know how sometimes the inadequacies and deficiencies in our lives make the overtly glossy lives of certain others very attractive and appealing. But I'm surprised to know that some people still want someone else's life. Sometimes you tap into misery and discontent beautifully veiled as blessings. Bella Naija by absolutely no fault of theirs, has singlehandedly turned some people into perpetual tappers of blessings. Instagram is greatly adept at stealing your joy when you allow it, you know what they say about comparison. It has this drug-like effect that makes one forget that pictures are just simply pictures.
All I'm saying is nobody's life is perfect. And although some people's lives are admittedly more perfect than others, I honestly don't thinks it's because they have all that they want, but because they've mastered the art of wanting what they have. Gratitude goes a long way. It's admirable and even advisable to aspire to greater things, but wanting someone else's life isn't going to get you there.
But hey guys, just for fun, if you could be someone else for one week, who would it be and why?
For one week I'd like to be Christiane Amanpour, because why not? To travel the world and cover the most important news. To sit and talk with presidents and peasants, policy makers, royalty, rulers, tyrants, leaders, dictators and anyone I very well please. And isn't it cool to be one of the journalists whom most world leaders follow on Twitter?
And the next week; Gabrielle Union, because I want that hot toned body, great acting job and yummy younger chocolatey/hot/athletic/successful/rich hunk of a man. Hot damn!