7 things about me

While writing and whining about this weigh loss I decided to drop in 7 things people don't know about me.



1) I met and married Mr Somebody in exactly 4 months, 1 week and 2 days. We met on the 27th of july 1999 at a wedding and got married on the 18th of december the same year.



2) I experienced 41 hours of labour pains during the delivery of my 1st son. Labour started at 5am on a saturday morning and I delivered my baby at exactly 10:04pm on sunday night. The baby weighed 4.5kg at birth and it was a normal delivery. I did not cry /scream/shout or say any obscene thing which pregnant women are known for. I had placed a bet with my sister-in-law who had already frightened me with her personal stories and stories of other women who act up during labour. She was waiting to see my own version first hand(I can be very stubborn especially when I'm being challenged.) I told her I would not even scream or say a word. She said I was just bluffing. The pain was crazzzzzzzy but I was strong. Even the doctor praised me for being so brave. There was one point when the pain was so bad I thought I was going insane, I tried to wish my-sis-in-law away so I could scream but she refused to leave my side for a second. I remember trying to stiffle the pending sound by biting her very hard on the shoulder. I was happy I bit her even though she warned me not to bite her again. She gave me her hand to squeeze afterwards and boy! did I squeeze it!!!!!!


3) A year after the death of my mum, my dad called all 3 of us for a family meeting. CG,my younger sis and I. After a few speeches, he told me I was born without a .......(how best do I put it?) a reproductive organ? a defined sex ? a private part? a vagina? (ooops!did I just write that?)He said there was nothing there when I was born. He went on to say that I was taken to the village to stay with his grand aunt for some months. During this period, she placed medicinal leaves and herbal concotions between my laps everyday until it gradually created an opening/ partition. Only trouble with this story is that CG says she can't remember dad saying anything like that. My younger sister said he must have said it but she couldn't remember, but I know he said it because I heard him clearly and I believe him because:


(i) I don't have any baby pictures from 0-6months. My sisters have baby pictures and church christening albums except me. I had always wondered why this was so. There was a time I believed I was an adopted child even though everybody kept saying I look like my mother. And anytime I was being scolded I would sit down and wish my real parents would come and take me.


(ii) I used to be a tomboy. Each time I got into trouble ( and I always did), my dad would shout at me, asking why I was not born as a boy. He would wonder how a girl could cause so much trouble. I'm sure he was convinced I should have been a boy.

So these two reasons do add up. I only told one person but he did not beleive me so I don't expect anybody to beleive me. That is why this ranks among the top 7 things nobody knows about me. And by the way, that grand aunt,just passed on last year so there's no one else left to corroborate my story.


4)I love Beans. I can eat beans everyday even though I'm yet to taste ewa aganyin. My friends are like....WHAT?? you live in lagos and you've not yet eaten ewa aganyin. I'm now looking forward to ewa aganyin .


5)When I was a lot younger (nine years old), an older cousin and our driver made us dance in the dinning room. While dancing, I let out a little fart. Everyone (including me) automatically stopped dancing and inquired to know 'who dunnit'? We all denied but I guess they all knew it was me. The driver suggested we all take a test to find out the real culprit behind the act. His method of 'finding out' was so absurd. He brought two brooms and merged the bottom ends firmly together. He then placed it on the floor and asked us to take turns in lying on the brooms and he and my cousin would attempt lifting it up together with the person lying on it. The guilty person he said,would be carried up with the broom. My sisters went first and the brooms slid out underneath them. Then came my turn and I found myself being carried high up in the air as the brooms were still locked together. They all laughed and made fun of the whole show. I had to live with it but not for long as this incident was out-lived by other events of my mischievous childhood years.


6) I love chewing on bones. All kinds of bones, chicken bones, fish bones, biscuit bones.....you name it. When I was still very small, I would eat the left over bones from my dad's plate which was meant for our dog. I would skin it bare and crack it with my teeth. Every member of our household called me 'Eka Caesar'(Caesar's mother). Caesar was the dog and he ate whatever I left for him thereafter. I still love bones and now my 3 year old daughter loves chewing bones as well. I chew my finger nails as well as the skin around it. (Dirty habit I know). I tried to stop by fixing acrylic nails and it worked for a while until I chewed them all off.


7) Calabar Gal is my sister. I guess you all knew that already. I should dedicate a whole post to her someday. She has been one wonderful big sis. A very loving, caring, motherly, kind-hearted sister who has always been there for me. I pray that God will bless her and grant her every single heart's desire, enlarge her coasts and bring her to fulfilment in Jesus' name. Amen. I can never forget how she stayed with me through-out the period I was in labour, sleeping on the hospital room floor which had just one bed until when the baby finally came and I got transferred to a bigger room.

I have a lot more about me that lots of people don't know. I guess I'll save them all for another meme.