Celebrating the journey… 1

This early morning I was in a celebratory mode.

Despite all the hiccups, one goal has been met. The result? The book is out! A hardcopy version as well as an ebook version.

Let me give a brief recap. Recently (On my birthday , I announced that I had finally gotten the courage to release a book I d written circa 2015. )

I had originally typed it on my mum’s laptop. But in the process of moving some of my stuff to another device ; I had mistakenly deleted the latest version. This was before the birthday announcement.

Then in March I d found an older version of the manuscript file on my external hard drive  , so I had started working on it on my tablet device just before the birthday.

Immediately I posted about the book on Facebook, I heard the inner voice tell me, email yourself a copy of the manuscript file and eBook cover file. I did that immediately. I had learnt in a hard way never to ignore the gentle nudge.

Thank God I obeyed, … Because a few days later till now, the phone tablet has refused to boot till completion. Three repair centres later, I m finally accepting that the tab may never work again.

If that had been all, would have breathed a sigh of relief, but then the trusty old laptop I d borrowed from my mum also developed a fault. A couple cybercafes- later and leaning on a senior colleague for use of her laptop occasionally; we are finally here. Behind schedule but definitely done.

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Had to give up on the Okada books idea because the email I sent asking how to give out some free copies of the book even when there is a price on the site; went unanswered..

Kindle solved that problem and so occasionally I will be giving out free Kindle copies. Yay!

P.S .

2 major changes…

Reduced the book size in order to make it handy and edited the book in order to make it as concise as possible. When you are depressed , reading voluminous tomes is not usually a favourite activity.

To better friendships…

This is one desire of the moment.

No resolutions…

Just a consciousness that I ve let down some friends in the previous years.

A lot of excuses could probably be given.

Still , it will not remove the fact that a lot more could be better.

The last month in 2016 had me angry at an old friend who said a few hurtful words when I went visiting. Gist of which was that I was not a good friend.

 

I had been itching to point out that I was a better friend to her than she was to me… But , I ve not had a release to do that.

 

Then, I was flipping through my digital album and saw this photo and it stopped me in my tracks.dscn8196

 

Truth is this 2 lovely friends of mine would probably be justified if they said I was not a very good friend. Both rallied round in support at the airport when I had excess luggage issues with the changed flights. I do not remember calling to say thank you afterwards when we all got back home.

 

But, it is not intentional.

The days just pass without my reaching out as I intended.

 

Then, I saw from a facebook post that a friend that I had wondered what he was up to had actually been in an accident several months back… and I did not know.

 

So, here goes…

If you used to be a friend of mine or are still a friend, please can you help me get better? How do you do it? Retain meaningful friendships even when things get hectic?

 

What one thing would you like me to do differently this year?

 

I will be waiting for your feedback.

 

Thank you and a beautiful 2017 to us all.

 

A toast to beautiful and enabling friendships in this new year.

 

Onaoluwa.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When the muse dries…

Sometimes, it is a desert.

Parched and seemingly incapable of new  growth.

Like no words will ever flow from the usual hole.

 

At other times, it’s a marshy pool; turgid in its very filthiness,

murky depths hidden for what seems like aeons.

 

Then you remember the days of abundance,

downloadWhen the muse poured out large streams of abundant blessedness.

While you wallow and wish for the pleasant days of a  free flowing pen.

 

When you were young and favoured by her;

It would never have looked like you see now.

With your dreams and  idealism,

you knew that she would be your redemption.

 

Sad that now you are lost, wandering in the embers of a soon forgotten dream.

A relic of a noble endeavour that ultimately dries all her patrons.

 

 

 

 

#IStandUpForHumanRights

 

Today is #WorldHumanRightsDay …  Also , my Dad’s birthday.

 

I was going to talk about the rights of every child to basic healthcare access.

 

 

Then Gambia happened.

 

 

So, instead, I will talk about why #JammehMustGo

 

  1. He has stayed on the seat for 22 years. It is terribly unfair of him to insist that he is not accepting the wishes of the people.
  2. Disappearance of Journalists.
  3. Misappropriation of Public Funds and state resources.
  4. Killing of Political Prisoners and the list is unending… so please do fill in the gaps…
  5. 22 Years is too much #JammehMustGo

For the sake of peace, he needs to quietly relinquish power. On World’s Human Rights Day , I join in the call so that #JammehMustGo . If he does not want to go peacefully, then let the World Powers #KickYahyaJammehOut now.

 

Many people are already calling for Jammeh to go. Here are a few…

 

<blockquote class=”twitter-tweet” data-partner=”tweetdeck”><p lang=”en” dir=”ltr”>I <a href=”https://twitter.com/hashtag/Standup4HumanRights?src=hash”>#Standup4HumanRights</a&gt; by asking every world power to join Gambians in their struggle to <a href=”https://twitter.com/hashtag/KickOutYahyaJammeh?src=hash”>#KickOutYahyaJammeh</a&gt; <a href=”https://twitter.com/MBuhari”>@MBuhari</a&gt; <a href=”https://twitter.com/UNHumanRights”>@UNHumanRights</a&gt; <a href=”https://twitter.com/AU_PSD”>@AU_PSD</a></p>&mdash; #UHC4AllNigerians (@AbimbolaOnaolu) <a href=”https://twitter.com/AbimbolaOnaolu/status/807532253043720193″>December 10, 2016</a></blockquote>
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Looking ahead with Hope

Random Musings …

Random musings …

 

I am a testimony that life does not end when everything turns topsy – turvy. That what your eye sees is often different from what the camera captures…
That there is always hope…
That today’s struggles and pains are simply a foundation for an about to be unveiled glorious beauty.

It is not because I have all that I want that I write this…

This is a solemn acknowledgement of God’s mercies and gratitude for how He has helped me thus far.

In September 2013, it looked like my world ended… it was an avalanche of challenges and at the time, things really looked hopeless…

NYSC looked like it was a closed door, a long relationship ended and then Malaria ( not the regular malaria ooo) happened and completely changed my perspective about healthcare access and life. Clinical Depression became a personal reality ; one I was not prepared for ,, nor even equipped at the time to deal with.
2014 was a period of trying to find my way back to hope … it was a struggle… a really tough struggle.
Thank God for all the friends and family who consistently prayed for me and kept loving me through it all.

Thank God for the ones who did not… Losing those friendships toughened the weak parts of me and helped me to realise the importance of value.
For all my friends who struggle with depression… stay strong.
It may look bad, it may even feel really bad, but it is never all bad.

It is simply a veil that must be opened before the light shines again.
You are a winner and you will win this too…

Do not be afraid of the changes life may bring. Embrace every moment and look up to the sun … and the rays of abiding hope.

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I m not sure why I had to post this just now. I hope it helps someone out there … to hold on to hope…

#GhanaTales

#YaliWestAfrica2016
#VictorySongs

The Song of the Sun

The Song of the Sun

It’s a brand new day.

The sun is shining.


It’s gonna be alright.

It’s a brand new day.

Drop your fears at the foot of the bed,

As you step out of your room today,

Open up your heart to the beautiful possibilities ahead.

Join me to sing…
It’s a brand new day… yeah , yeah… yeah…

It’s a brand new day.

Look at the rays of the sun,

Look at the way it calls out to you,

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Revel in the brightness,

For it’s a brand new day,

and yeah the sun is shining,

It’s a brand new day.
– Onaoluwa Abimbola (2014)

Heart Cry … Old Poems

Heart Cry

Nigeria at 43, evokes a flood of sadness.

The euphoria generated at independence,

lost forever in the memory of the old,

replaced by anguished reality in the young.

None of the tocsin has been heeded…

Augurs foretell,preachers speak,

but, Nigeria is dumb and deaf,

bedridden with symptoms of acute sickness.

Corruption, Indiscipline, Anarchy, Poverty and Crime are prevalent.

The high class citizens love seeing the hoi-polloi.

All that lip service to poverty eradication,

just a fantasy lived only in their dreams and shared with the people.

They give the masses scholarships to the decrepit and broken down Universities,

while non-payment of salaries and fringe benefits to teachers results in months of strikes;

leading to closure of institutions across the country.

But, their own children enjoy full scholarships to Harvard, Cambridge, Oxford et al.

They return stripped of all veneer of empathy they might have had towards the poor;

purposely to follow their parents’ laid down paths,

of oppression, neo-colonialism and nepotism.

Those in government who want to make a change,

hemmed in, hedged out,

in short, frustrated and disillusioned,

they either join them or leave them.

Hmm… Nigeria.nigeria2

At 43, Africa the motherland cries for you,

because you are just a whitewashed sepulchre,

tarted outside, full of decay and rot inside.

Justice is not to be found in thee.

Assaying to rise, you can not even crawl; let alone walk.

Infrastructure; at low provision,

Health facilities rare and when present…

Not maintained or even obsolete.

Road network, full of potholes; death-traps for ignorant travellers

Uncountable eminent lives lost to blood sucking roads.

Ah Nigeria… Are you not ashamed?

Giant only in name, dwarf in deed.

Is it Sports, Science, Health field or even in Technical advances?

You are moribund; decay and purulence pervades every facet of your life.

Gone are the days of cornucopia,

the oil boom of the 1970’s, opened this new chapter of paralysis,

with more and more money ,

came corruption, greediness and selfishness.

The end result; this prostate state.

Nigeria! Nigeria!! Nigeria!!! awake from your slumber.

Arise from your sick bed.

Let the waters of salvation cleanse you.

Restoration cometh, says the LORD…

Abimbola Onaoluwa 2003

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I wrote this in 2003. This is 2016 and it feels like not much has changed… any changes at all appear negative. I really want to cling to hope… trust in the unchanging nature of life’s renewal…