Time to leave….

It happened as I sat on the hairdresser’s chair… No, it happened that morning as soon as I woke up. I knew my time was up in this town… I had fulfilled the purpose and it was time for my next adventure… Would it be goodbye… Or just ‘see you soon’… Only time would tell… Sit back… Let’s go back in time. I’ll tell you a story… 

A few years back I had a sudden urge, almost heart wrenching long for my country… The family I left behind, the food, the music and their peculiar way of life… You know, the very little things that made my childhood unforgettable. For many months, most or all my conversations somehow linked back to a fond memory or the other. My guess was the universe was telling me it’s time to visit… to spend time and immerse myself in the things my heart longed for…

So got my ticket and called home… At first, they didn’t understand but it didn’t matter. My mind was already made up… The flight back was scary yet exciting. I was finally going to have my heart’s desire. It had been a dream for a long time. I was home,  I was happy… But it didn’t last long…

Fast forward to a day at the hairdresser… I stared out of the window… and in a flash, I got a nostalgic feeling of a country I had visited almost a year before. I miss travelling… My wings are ready to soar again… for My hearts not in this place anymore…

Excitement floods my soul as I count down to my flight to base… My escape. Who would have thought I’d be this excited to return to a place I once felt trapped… Guess sometimes, distance makes the heart grow fonder…

Hello London…this girl missed you loads… Thanks for loving her back… 

And then it begins… the cycle repeats… But this time it’s not for a country far away… But a new desk… A new team. For I feel in my heart… It’s time to leave… 

Rescue…

God took Abram out of his tent… Outside of his constraints, limitations and set mindset. Yes, God had a bigger plan… And future for this great man of faith, but Abram had to leave his tent… To step out.

The moment he did, God told him to look at the sky above… The many stars. At that moment, God finally got through to him…. Yes, from exalted father to a father of many…

I’ll tell you a story, my own ‘out of the tent’ moment…

The fire alarm went off in my building… This had become some sort of false emergency trend… The boy who cried wolf comes to mind… I hope they fix this soon… Anyways, the alarm kept going and as usual most of us thought they were testing it or another false alarm. But it didn’t stop… So from my emergency training, I followed the protocol and matched to the assembly point by the car park…

Within minutes, the fire brigade was here. Two trucks in fact and I couldn’t help myself… I was so proud of that moment at how efficient this service is… I started thanking God for them… Praying for them, their families and the government too… They are doing something right so why not thank them… Say a prayer for them for the good to continue… Then He spoke to me…

If the people of this world can create a system that sends a signal and within minutes help arrives… How much more God, the creator of these men when we send a signal to Him… Within seconds, no less than a second he sends thousands and thousands of angels to help, rescue and save us… Mind blown… Yes, my out of tent moment shifted something in me that night… Something happened… Something changed…

I realised the rescue plan of my eternal father.

Window seat…

Hallelujah!!! America is open to us again! Hahaha…. Don’t know why I’m excited… It’s not like I have holiday plans to New York to see the “oh so famous” Central Park or the beautiful beaches of Miami *rolls eyes*. Well, at least there’s now a possibility of that happening with the ban lifted… Hopefully, those airports stay open… 

While I contemplate when that would be, I.e. me going through all the stress of “the new normal” way to travel, let’s reminisce about the less fun part of flights… Yep, you got it! The battle for the window seat lol…

You definitely don’t want to mess with me when it comes to this!! Yes, yes… I’m quite the possessive type- “don’t touch this!” haha… but in a good way I’d like to believe…

Anyway, back to this very serious issue lol… The speed with which I log on once I get a notification that flashes “check-in now open”… my gosh you won’t believe it… *covers face*  (Well I’m not going to pay extra just for picking a seat or argue with check-in staff – more like beg lol, no thank you Bob!)… Do you know the crazy thing? If it’s a connecting flight, it’s mostly the “pickle in the middle” seat two rows from the toilet that’s automatically picked by the airline! Ok, ok… I kid, I kid lol… but their choices are hardly anything to celebrate…*side eye*

One final look to confirm window seat… Check, all looks good. From then it’s an excited count down to the flight/holiday… Then, the journey to the airport… Traffic always seems crazy on travel days right?? Or maybe I just don’t plan enough travel time… Hmmm. I digress…

Next. Overweight luggage… nothing new there lol, socks and shoes off, jacket tied around my waist… Sprint past duty-free (or I won’t have any money left for the actual trip!)… Boarding gate open… and BAM!! Your worst nightmare… Someone is all cosy on your seat… Your window seat you stayed up past midnight to pick… You double-check to make sure you got the seat, row right lol… (cos sometimes we do get too excited, just can’t wait to get away from cold London or wherever you’re ‘running away’ from)…

Yep, I got it right… that’s the right seat alright… it’s about to go down lol… but not before I hurriedly tuck my bread roll overstuffed hand luggage above… And have a quick slice of pizza… Cause I sure would need all the strength I’ve got not to “overreact” lol...

See you on the other side!

I tried my best…

I read the email… I thought I had it in the bag. The resources were supplied… I read them over and over again… It almost became like a nursery rhyme in my head… In my mind, I could see past the finish line… Yes, me holding that trophy standing on the podium…

Reality hit different… Oh, so very different. The days leading up to it were unbearable… So many anxiety attacks… I couldn’t understand why and where these came from… Why am I so restless, heavy and out of breath? I’ve crossed the t’s and dotted the I’s like they say…. But just to be safe… I’ll browse online for more research… Now I think I stand a good chance…

‘D’ day and I’m singing a victory tune in my head… Why? Because I believed I would smash it. “Good afternoon… ” I could hear myself pause ever so often… The glass of water trick didn’t seem to work… Instead, it made me look like I was leaking lol… It wasn’t going as planned… Where did they get all these strange questions from? Was I in the wrong room with the wrong people? I mumbled some more… Something in me felt I disappointed quite a few people… Those who believed in me enough to give me a slot… Those who tried not to cringe through the session… And myself…

Never again would I boast in myself… Believing I got it all… Today I was humbled… Yes, thrown back to reality with a loud thud! My confidence should never be in my ability but in the one who gives the stability…

Either way, I get a response… And either way, I learnt a lesson today. I have a lot to learn…

Hallo what??

Hello everyone!

I wanted to put a post up for Halloween but life kinda took over and that slipped to number 499 on my list of things to do lol…

When I say “life” I mean all the grown-up stuff I wish someone else handled (notice I didn’t say ‘I wish I never had?’ haha… Sometimes these responsibilities are a good thing but for someone else *side eye*) and all I need to do is sign at the bottom to “approve” all haha…

Yes, so back to Halloween. I guess this year it’s going to be errr ‘slightly’ different… Well, for one we can’t have random strangers touching our doorbells… We ain’t got enough sanitisers to go round the neighbourhood lol. Two… How are you going to socially distance yourself when filling up their little buckets with sweets? Yes, they’re all in masks already (pun intended lol) but I’d rather you keep walking hehe… Mean, I know. Anyways, as I try to imagine the noise and over plug of all things dark and ghostly… Here’s a flashback to a few years ago when we knew little to nothing about washing hands for at least 20 secs… Enjoy! 

It’s late 2010’s or something in that radius lol, can’t remember with 2020 and all… My neighbourhood was a mix between sounding like a malfunctioning exhaust and looking like “frozen” on a budget *rolls eyes”. The kids, grown-ups, and fireworks just aren’t my thing anymore. Maybe because I now have a fear of eating too much sugar (thanks mum) so no sweets -Well, a few Haribos, wine gums here and there don’t count right? Well, I need it for my stress levels, it calms me lol…

And those cute buckets and large bags the kids carry around from door to door demanding sweets lol (sometimes I wonder if their parents moonlight as bank robbers we see in the movies with extra-large white sacks with ‘$’ signs – just saying lol)

Thinking out loud… I’d like a bag pls, but only for hard currencies- Preferably Notes, nothing in loose change. Thanks… 

Bottoms up… Lol

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