meat meat meat, oh and family & friends and fun and more meat

I have a headache. And blogging just hasn’t been my thing. But after thorough consideration and an urge from my awesome Leema, Ms. Leema Mason to be precise, i decided to write even the tiniest thing. This weekend was not an ordinary weekend. It was Eid.

My idea of eid would be several slaves doing all the work (in Naija) while i go shopping on an Eid Day discount spree with my best friends in Milan Italy, have a barbecue with my family and more friends, dine and wine(or in this case zobo) with the love of my life in a Thai restaurant, go horse riding on Morroccan sands, and go for a swim with him on a Cuban beach. (notice the time zones and countries) But well shit happens. Here’s the beginning:

I used to have my Eid Spirit you know.

Basically, my eid experiences started like this: Dress up in the awesomest outfit ever, get money, go for yawo, and get more money.

Then it improved to: Go for eidi, MISS SCHOOL! O(it was a non holiday on sallah day country), wear a veil (i never did), visit friendssss, eat like there was no tomorrow, play like crazy, eat amazinggg dishes that filled up the dining table, go swimming, (usually before the food hogging) and then sleep.

And Afterwards: loved having to leave that dreadful boarding school just for eid, getting our clothes stitched and being able to pick my designs myselfffff, going to meet family!!!

Couple years back: missing school too :D kayan ciki from the people from Mali, and well you get the whole ladida...

I cant go on and on about almost a score of my eid experiences you see, it’ll take two books.

Anyhu, the message I’m trying to send is all my Eids these past years have been amazing, peaceful, satisfying, and well, perfect. But THIS ONE. Hian.

At the end of the day i just decided to marry a vegetarian. I celebrated eid in yola, and we’ve got the whole extended family thing going on. My sisters and bro weren’t here and that was not just the only bummer. I had to work. Normally i would run away from nama duty but i was the only available offspring. So i mopped, swept, washed eternal dishes... these dishes never stopped coming in. It was this bad: i was washing dishes from 11 to 2. TWO O. Anyhow anyhowwww, the important thing is i complained cause i suffered, ba kadan ba.

There i was cutting meat like there was no tomorrow, bending down, standing up all for the sake of raw meat. And it was bloody L not cool. Bloody meat. And then we had to cut some more and share it, and cut some more and share it and cut some more for ourselves and my hands felt as if they didn’t belong to me. Bloody meat... Yukkkkk. I mean really? I just lost all interest in all sortsa meat, even tsire and grilled steak o, mind you. I just realized that it was not worth it. It was bad enough i lost my sallah spirit: it wasn’t as if i was going to get any money, that happened eons and eons ago; the whole family wasn’t there; there wouldn’t be the usual yawon sallah; and last and most painful: My tailor butchered my clothes, plus MYRATI WASN’T HEREEE. Haha that was some serious exaggeration, he just didn’t use my measurement to stitch the outfit. I mean he didn’t literally get a knife and butcher the clothes with violence haha.. moving on. So i was left with only one other option that i thought was too cultural but eventually everyone, even my dad, liked. Haha. Ill put up pics.

Anyhowww. I got the whole family vibe. I chilled with my mom and dad which i haven’t done in a long time, if i’m with my mom i’m naggin about everything, if i’m with my dad im naggin him about one electronic device or the other. But this time around, i was with them as a family and that felt REALLY GOOD.

I worked my ass off, and it was self relieving i promise you. I felt this sense of accomplishment of turning the messy kitchen into a sparkly wonder. It was so euphoric and i’m not just spicing up the details. Cleanliness, indeed, is next to godliness.

I know there were more drawbacks of Eid this year than the positive side, but it was worth it. Major worth it: i slept like a baby while Mandonna had to battle a rat, yes a RAT. Haha. I just slept and slept and slept. we watched the Hangover two and literally laughed like crazy people. Heck it was so funny and now i know no matter what horrible phase i’m going through, i have given Mandonna the right to ask me: but did you DIE? HAHA. That’s still funny.

All in all, it’s the principle and simplicity that counts.