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This little light of mine

Am gonna let it shine

This little light of mine

Am gonna let it shine

This little light of mine

Am gonna let it shine

Let it shine

Let it shine

Let it shine

 This little light of mine’s anything BUT…. she’s in fact the brightest spark in my life…. the center of my Universe! Your light will so shine, that darkness would not comprehend In Jesus’ Precious Name, Amen! For T-gurl, mine mini-me and Little Miss Sunshine! Mummy loves you to the moon and all the sweet  way back….in ways unfathomable that you couldn’t possibly begin to imagine!

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My phone rings out to announce the arrival of my little princess from school, as is being revealed by the Caller ID on display! I hastily make my way outside to receive her from her Nanny and in her usual characteristic manner, she jumped out of her school bus excitedly as she’s done a countless number of times, and makes for me; whilst presenting me with a familiar colorful card she waved gleefully and held up to my face! I scooped her up in my waiting arms, gave her a tight squeeze in the form of a Bear-hug and there we were; happily locked in an affectionate embrace for what seemed like forever!

Its that time of the year….the Yuletide Season and as is become the norm and tradition, the little card was an invite for her school’s Annual Christmas Party & Concert, with chosen theme for this year being ‘Hippo Chrimbo Concert’! This theme’s in line with that beautiful  Christmas Old Classic and Novelty Song titled ‘I Want An Hippopotamus For Christmas’! It was sang and performed back then in 1953 by the very young and mighty talented Gayla Peevey! One of my personal favorites by the way cause of its comedic vibe and flavor!

Concert day arrives and we’re dressed to the nines, looking every inch the part! With my little Princess gorgeously draped in a Bejeweled Champagne-Gold Colored Ball Gown that glittered….bling, bling; complete with a tiara…. the dress code specifically favored for her class! She was most adorable….divine!

We set out for her school! It was a most glamorous event, a big monster blow out of an end of year party and all the children dazzled, bringing the stage alive in a variety of fun line-ups to include Ballet Dance Performances, Drama Presentations, Rendition of Christmas Carols and Hymns amongst others! We returned home pretty fulfilled, totally bushed and dead-beat…it was a more than perfect day!

The following day, it dawned on me the new resumption date, amongst other pieces of information the school authority would otherwise have passed on to parents right before the show wrapped was not given us! I figured it was an oversight on their part amidst all of the frenzy that greeted the celebrations….we’d all been taken over by the fun and merriment renting the hour, literally! I therefore had it in my plans to put a call through to the Head-teacher at some point during the course of the day, to get up to speed ’bout those little details we’d missed out on!

Somehow, I went the entire day having done all I had on my to-do list, save for putting a call through to my little girl’s school! I’d blame that lil snafu on fate, if I could just get past the fact that I’d been a poor planner perhaps?! Nah! Its the fates as I later came to find out! Hehehe

Early next day, a slightly chilly Saturday morning, I was jolted awake from my beauty sleep by a rather loud noise that seemed to be coming from my main gate! I groggily climbed outta bed, with sleep still heavy in my eyes; and reached for my phone!

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I always ensure to put my phone on silent mode right before retiring for the night! On checking through, I found I had several missed calls from my daughter’s Nanny! Just as I was about to put a call through to her, she beat me to it! ‘Hello Ma’am, Good Morning to you; could you please come on out to your front gate and admit us in’?! ‘We’ve been here awhile and your phone’s been ringing no response’! Without uttering a word, I raced out the door to go see what this whole strange occurrence was all ’bout! School was out after all and the holidays were in! What’s with the early morning unexpected house-call?!

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On reaching outside, I was greeted by the most ‘ah-mazing’ sight E-V-E-R! Pretty outlandish and wayyy out there…..grandiose! A bus prettily decorated and filled to overflowing…to the rafters, with an assortment of treats and gifts, a Staff Member of the School who’d  dressed up and assumed the role of Santa Claus, in his full, immaculate red and snowy white garbs, his helper and of course, the gentleman who’d driven and conveyed ’em down to my abode, seated pretty and sporting a real cute friendly smile; behind the wheel!

These pleasant forward-thinking dears were on a mission….paying unscheduled home visits…. courtesy calls, to unsuspecting parents and kids, bearing gifts, treats and holiday cheers in the spirit of the season! These guys gave us absolutely no hints, no clues whatsoever; like there were no cracks allowed for anything to slip through! There was nothing to suggest to anyone that something of this nature was in the works….nothing was jumping out at us! We were totally blindsided and taken over by surprise!  I was held spellbound, reeling…in an utter state of shock!

Having registered their presence and with goals fully achieved of course, by my obvious discomfiture and astonishment, Santa Claus broke the ice! Speaking up, he said, ‘Good Morning Ma’am and a very Happy Holidays to you’! ‘We believe a  little darling girl who goes by the name of Tami, stays at this address’! ‘We have a delivery to make….most especially for her’!

 

I somehow resisted and subdued the sudden urge to laugh out loud, instead; I quickly gathered my wits ’bout me and responded thus,

‘Good Morning Santa Claus, Compliments of the Season and this right here’s a most pleasant surprise’! ‘You’re at the right place Sir, she does reside here but is fast asleep at this time, all snuggled and cozied up to her favorite bed and sleeping mate…Winnie the Pooh’! ‘I could receive the tidings and goodwill on her behalf if its no bother’!

‘I’m so sorry Ma’am, says Santa Claus, but the instructions are clear…this delivery must be given her in person and moreover, there’s also the handshake and hug aspect’!

‘Very well then Santa Claus, if you’ll come this way; I made a gesture with my hands, I’ll lead you straight to she, whom you seek’!

And so it was decided! We marched on to where my little princess laid as snug as a bug in a rug, and in faraway Slumber-land….in the Purple and Pink Room that’s her little haven!

Santa Claus gave her a gentle tap and called out her name! At the point her eyes opened up, that moment was simply just surreal….beautiful beyond words! She couldn’t believe her eyes as she looked from Santa Claus, to his helper and then me!

I sniggered as Santa Claus helped my little Princess out of her bed and  spoke to her as his helper passed on the gifts and treats to him! By the time he was done, hugging and shaking her hands, she knew this was anything but a dream!

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Work done, Santa Claus and his goodly gang said their byes; leaving us gaping with absolute wonderment of the whole magical experience, cause that was what it finally did come down to….a most enchanting experience!

We thanked and wished ’em farewell as we caught up to ’em outdoors! ‘Happy Holidays again, be seeing you same time next year, Ho! Ho!! Ho!!!’ says Santa Claus a-merrily, cheerily; gleefully!

‘Next year huh’?! I thought, ‘Oh by Gee but I could REALLY get used to this, wouldn’t miss it for the world’! I mean, too much of a good thing can actually be wonderful, as the stunning and pretty witty Mae West affirms, right?! Mwah-ha-ha!

I was glued and rooted to the spot till the bus disappeared from view, as I watched ’em go in a daze! Santa’s got several miles to go yet and a lot more stops to make to unsuspecting kids, I pondered in my mind!

Moreover and most worthy of note, my little Princess hasn’t exactly gotten over this happenstance, its made quite the impression on her and she just cannot stop talking ’bout it! I’ll wager this magical moment would stay with her for years to come, a keepsake to treasure! Memories are precious and they last several lifetimes!

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We just never know what a day might bring, and I’ve since adopted the perfect lines….’Everyday’s The Sweetest Days We’ll Ever Know’, as sung in that golden oldie tune by the gorgeous Vanessa Williams titled ‘Sweetest Days’! Its just what it is, we’re here this moment and its the only thing that matters….. the only thing that SHOULD matter! Tomorrow’s promised no one, we may as well seize this day and make the best of it!

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Here’s conveying an abundance of Holiday Cheers, complete with gleeful tidings of comfort and of joy; the way of all and sundry! May y’all experience a most gloriously divine encounter and visitation in this Yuletide Season from your very own ‘Secret Santa’, who’d spring up on y’all in the most unexpected of  ways; bearing every good and perfect gifts that comes forth only from the Heavens above, plus those as scribbled on your individual Wish-Lists, in accordance to His perfect will!

Thank you so much for reading folks, and have y’all a very Merry, Rocking Christmas Celebration and a pretty exciting ’16 in advance! Happy Holidays y’all, One love and Shalom!

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Guest Post

Ife!

Thank you so much guys for hanging on as we go on this wild rollercoaster fun ride, to revealing my nominees for the ‘Liebster Award’! Y’all have been such great sports and am simply just blown away by your magnanimity and kindness, I shan’t forget by golly! Plus, do have y’all a very glorious Easter Day Celebration! Enjoy!

That said, I present to y’all the crazy, that is; the good kinda crazy mind you,…..Kingsley Okechukwu of ‘Hard Voices’! Dude’s extremely funny and I coined for him the appellation…’The Humor Merchant’! He’s a total, absolute crack-up and his cool, unrivaled sense of humor shines through every single line of his writes, which are for the most part satirical, as he attempts to thrash out societal vices in the most hilarious of ways that will keep you shaking your head in complete disbelief and total hysterics!  If you’re a fan of literary writes bursting with sheer hilarity and sarcasm; look no further than to the ‘Humor Merchant’ for a fix and you shan’t be disappointed! He blogs here, so then, be off with you! Thank you guys, I know I can count on y’all! Mwah!

And to you Kingsley, I couldn’t possibly thank you enough! I remain humbled and totally grateful for heeding my call! You’re the man and you do rock….pieces! May you be mighty honored far above and beyond your very wildest dreams, expectations and aspirations in Jesus’ Name, Amen! I gat only mad love for ya buddy, thanks ever so much! One love! Mwah!

The old woman told Ife to make a wish, to see anything about her future. Ife’s heart began a violent throb on her ribcage and her breathing became a loud whisper. She had barely helped the hapless woman across the highway, and now it seemed she will get a fearful view of her tomorrow; not all of them of course, but a substantial part of it, any piece of tomorrow she so wished to see.

‘ Speak, my daughter’.

Ife could have wished to know if she would be wealthy or if she would graduate with her third class result. She could ask if her mother would survive the diabetic attack that had plagued and turned her to a sack of bones, or if her father’s pension would ever be paid…, or even ask to know when she would die. But, she didn’t ask any one of these questions, she just noticed her lips moving, mouthing off the words….’I want to know the man to whom I will be married’.

A mischievous smile crossed the woman’s ancient face like a crack in an orange. ‘Tomorrow’, the woman began, her voice cutting through the air with an antique authority, ‘you will know your husband, the first person to ring you up; will marry you.

Now, there are many men in Ife’s life, three of whom she considered marriageable….Mike, who’s studying in the United Kingdom, Eugene, working in the German Embassy and John, who’s gainfully employed in an oil company and whose father’s an erstwhile renowned political contractor. She would settle for John. Ife thanked the old woman and hurried off to her hostel.

In her room, lying atop the upper bunk, she brought out her phone and dialed John’s number. Three times, the phone rang to its fullest, and three times, the ringing ended with the irksome ‘No Answer’. After an hour, the restless Ife dialed him right back.

‘Hello Ife’, John alone called her by her name. Her other male admirers called her a sea of sweet names…..’First Lady’, Darl’, ‘Ma Queen’, ‘Chocolate’, ‘Berry’, and the list goes on. To him, she was Ife, just Ife.

‘John, I need you to call me early tomorrow morning’. ‘Very early’. ‘Please, please’.

‘Why’? Came the lukewarm response.

‘Just call me…first thing, I have got something important to tell you my love, pleeease’.

John let out a grunt.

‘Promise’?

‘I’ve heard you’.

‘Please, say you promise’.

‘I promise’.

‘Sure’?

‘Sure’.

She placed the phone on her bosom, heaved a sigh of relief, relieved yet; not so relieved.

That night, Ife’s sleep was haunted by a large book of hallucinations, broken into a thousand pages of feverish reality. In one, she was getting married to John, in a syntactic stadium with the President as Priest, and the stands were filled up with mascots painted in green and white shades of color. Then, the scene dissolved into a yellow beach, where a fisherman with his hook and line hung around his neck like a necklace, counseled them. Then, they were in a hotel , somewhere in Dubai, with the world of celebrities cheering them on as they took and exchanged their marital vows. Suddenly, she discovered she was wearing a black wedding gown and John was adorned in suits over jean shorts….

Ife woke up with a banging headache. It was 7am. Her room mates were fussing about the place. She hissed. Then she remembered and made for her phone, tucked underneath her pillow. Her excitement knew no bounds as she was expecting a barrage of calls…..all from John. She thumbed at her phone, only one text message advertising an archaic song as caller tune. Not a single missed call from John. Her excitement light, like a poor candle died before the wind of John’s dishonored promise. She became worried, frantic. At this time, anybody could call her……wrong and or blacklisted numbers, forgotten acquaintances or worse still, ‘chewing gum boys’. She knelt down beside her bed and prayed….

‘God please, let John be the first to call’.

She returned back on to her bunk….waiting.

Her phone didn’t ring. She sat up, her matrimonial uncertainty; squeezing the breath out of her. She would call John and ask him to call her back. There was no shame in taking your destiny in your hands. As she touched her phone, she heard it ring in her hands. ‘Thank you Jesus, at last’! She exclaimed.

Ife turned the phone.

Kingsley Okechukwu calling…….

She froze.

Then, her tongue loosed and she yelled out a wild….’NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO’!

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