Bookee's Thots

The stories are based on SOS 1:14: My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blooms in the vineyards of En Gedi Dressed in a new mustard-yellow knee length dress with a matching belt by the waist, I check myself in the mirror again for the umpteenth time. I decided to let my lustre hair down for the first time in months – it’s full and shoulder length with a glow. I had permed it the day before; I didn’t need an attachment because my hair is long enough. Turning around in front of the mirror, with my dress twirling round me, I just want to be sure I look breath-taking enough for Dennis, my very handsome Dennis.  Dennis had invited me for their end of year party at the office and this time he won’t take a ‘no’ for an answer. Ever since we started our courtship 3 months ago, he had wanted to introduce me to his boss, who supposedly wanted to meet her best staff’s fiancée, but I just couldn’t go. I didn’t see the need to, or better still, I didn’t think I was ready to meet...

Hmmm, whatever happened to the fluttery butterflies sensation your stomach? The one you had when you were. Now that you are married, it's no longer jittery! Suddenly, the butterflies stopped flying! Could it be that someone cut their wings? Could you be that someone?                                                credit: huffingtonpost.com Whatever happened to that touch - that magical touch that sends butterflies down your stomach? Ah, it just feels like a mere touch now. No sparkle. No magic. No butterflies in the stomach! Marriage is serious work! Hard work. Real work. It’s surprising how the first few weeks of marriage is beautiful and sweet. And then suddenly things start to get awry because, we soon forget that we need to put as much (even more) energy, attention and time that we put on other things and people on our marriage. Sadly...

  (NKJV)Genesis 29:9-10 Now while he was still speaking with them, Rachel came with her father's sheep, for she was a shepherdess. [10] And it came to pass, when Jacob saw Rachel the daughter of Laban his mother's brother, and the sheep of Laban his mother's brother, that Jacob went near and rolled the stone from the well's mouth, and watered the flock of Laban his mother's brother. (MSG)Genesis 29:9-10 While Jacob was in conversation with them, Rachel came up with her father's sheep. She was the shepherd. The moment Jacob spotted Rachel, daughter of Laban his mother's brother, saw her arriving with his uncle Laban's sheep, he went and single-handedly rolled the stone from the mouth of the well and watered the sheep of his uncle Laban. Dear Sis , Please see some salient points from this story:   1. Every Man’s Woman : Rachael here was described as the shepherd or shepherdess... This kind of work was, and still is, common to men. B...

Rebecca is one bundle of great lessons. God didn’t just choose her to birth a mighty, strong and undefeatable nation; God saw in her rare virtues that weren’t common in their days (and in our days). Let’s take a look at the life of this virtuous woman from Genesis 24:   1. Rebekah…CAME OUT with her pitcher on her shoulder (Vs.15) : this great woman came out or went out to work; she was hardworking and would not have her maids do the dirty work (vs. 61) and would not delegate. She would work all by herself irrespective of her status, background, and wealth (Gen 24:61). She was not ashamed to work or flaunt her work tool (her pitcher on her shoulder); she would not sit idle at home when others are working on the field.   2. Now the young woman was very BEAUTIFUL TO BEHOLD (Vs 16a) : she was a woman of class and beauty. She was good looking; well dressed; she was presentable and good to associate with. 3. A VIRGIN ; no man had known her (Vs.16b) : she wasn’t just...

I recently did a post on 'The Bilingual Child and Grammar' ( see here ), because I noticed grammar is gradually loosing it's grip as a result of bilingualism. So I was glad when my friend, Olutayo Irantiola, invited my family and some of our friends, to his quarterly cultural showpiece 'Yoruba Lakotun' at Ethnic Heritage Centre in Ikoyi, in September. It was a family outing for us in a way - my family saw it as an opportunity to unwind. But in another way, it was a means of embracing our 'slipping' culture again. And even better, we thought our child could start getting familiar with his culture (at an early age). We, as well as other guests, didn't regret honouring the invitation.  The programme was colourful and rich - there was the 'ewi' (chant) session, interview of a Yoruba scholar and writer, dance, entertainment, refreshment and more. It was so beautiful, and all for FREE. See video here . Another one of such programme is here agai...

David Folowo is a Nigerian, married to an Irish woman, and together they have a son. But being married to a white woman, living in a white man's land, or learning the Irish culture will not make David forget his culture so easily. He loves the Nigerian way of life and would not hesitate to teach his wife how to be a Nigerian. No wonder David had his son backed as a way of teaching the wife how it's done in his part of the world (see picture). Now, that is a real man!                                                                                                            David and Dara                                     ...