A Time to Retreat from Trauma

How do you move away from something difficult, dangerous, or disagreeable?

Should we tell someone about our painful past? Are we still struggling with our childhood or adult-life experienced trauma but endangered to discussing our experiences? 

Our unhealed childhood trauma can manifest in various ways, hereby impacting both our mental and physical health, as well as social interactions. When un-resolved, it can lead to emotional and mental health challenges, difficulty forming relationships, behavioral issues and moving on in life. 

Adults who endured serious childhood trauma may assume their whole future must be determined by their past. It doesn’t have to be. Those who are able to choose a different path can beat the odds.

One rewarding part of my job as a therapist is persuading or encouraging people to go back memory lane… which is more like revealing ourselves to another person, but appropriately applying clinical tools like DBT and CBT-Informed Trauma for safe space purposes.

Believe me, this is not an easy task.

Many people I know have experienced at least one trauma event in their lifetime, with so many developing into PTSD (post-traumatic stress disorder) and still not comfortable talking about it. Even when we know that the power of self-disclosure will bring about change, growth, increase our comfort level when telling our stories, especially if we are still hurting whenever we think about it.

But while we were yet children, more than 20% of us will have at least one or two traumatic experiences. Some we have managed to resolve through divine or direct intervention, or probably still covering up our bruises from over the years until emotionally triggered or displaced. 

So, what is trauma? Trauma is an emotional response to a terrible event like physical, sexual, emotional abuse; or an accident, crime, natural disaster, neglect, experiencing or witnessing violence, death of a loved one, war, and more.

In my opinion, trauma is defined by the way a person reacts to events. An adverse traumatic experience to one person may not be dreadful to another. While some people can cope with the trauma and move forward quickly. Others, though, may not be able to cope.

I have experienced some and still healing … I also have listened to several of my support group members tell me theirs.. “Hey, Its Okay, This Is a Safe Space To Be You” I usually say with a warm assuring smile before every therapeutic session as they tell their stories.

It takes so much courage to talk openly about experiences that are humiliating and invalidating. Some trauma survivors hold deeply entrenched feelings of self-blame and other distorted and inaccurate thoughts about the role they believe they played in their abuse. Some display laughter which is a way to communicate that embarrassment, and also an avenue for distraction to short-circuit further exploration of their trauma experiences.

What We See: Immediately after such an adverse event, shock and denial becomes typical, long term reactions include unpredictable emotions, flashbacks, strained relationships, and even physical symptoms like headaches or nausea. While these feelings are normal, some people will have difficulty moving on with their lives and become burdened with their untold tales of trauma. Not everyone though.

But, why then do we still struggle to share our painful experiences? I know talking about our painful past comes with risks and rewards, and I know there is no single rule or principle that all people who have experienced trauma can follow and expect positive results when it comes to self-disclosure. But the good thing is that, probably knowing how to break the code of silence may be easier if we know how self-disclosure helps. 

After working with young children for years, I learned that some of their response to traumatic events usually appear in the form of anger or fear and can seem like a regular display of emotions that are sometimes not considered trauma, but disruptive behaviors in structured settings, especially at schools.

For the older generation, underneath all that exaggerated laughter, macho moves, makeup, fancy garment, social media packaging display… there is just so much more going on with a camouflage for suffering in silence. It is important to recognize these emotions and behaviors as possible trauma symptoms, without dismissing them as just being attention-seeking, fake-happy, sad or moody.

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My personal trauma story is linked around my MAY birthday season, it has become a conscious mental health check clock that takes me back memory lane to my never-to-be forgotten 19th birthday celebration event which resulted in an overwhelming lockdown in Ogoni Land. A terrifying school riot in Rivers State.

I still cringe with daunting memories as layered goosebumps decorate my skin whenever I remember the faces of distressed students running around the campus, seeking shelter and escape… gun shoots, screams, burning buildings and finally safety in the hands of total strangers who sheltered us in an unknown remote village to hide for days, until help came from Port Harcourt city civil right advocates.

I never realized I was haunted about the whole event until I finally sat down for social emotional disturbance talk-therapy 15 years later to address a different emotional distress, after being robbed at a bank in downtown Philadelphia, while working as a head teller.

Oh dear! that was a-whole-lot of unresolved narratives poured out… but yeah, I was glad the platform was available, it helped me move forward… #TalkTherapyWorks.

What’s the impact of trauma?

So, today if you are reading this… Let’s practice some mindfulness together….’soft breathing techniques… in with the new…. out with the old... while applying deep self-reflection towards our feelings and asking ourselves… ‘What quirky memories do I still carry with me? ‘Do I still tremble or easily triggered when I remember any dreadful event? ‘Am I still holding on to some bizarre memories of what …’He did to me’.. ‘She said to me’.. ‘They put me through’? Has there been any remarkable behavior that struck you about people who had never disclosed their history of trauma that you can identify with?

Was there any enormous feeling of guilt, shame and negative self-concepts that stayed the course of time in your mind? Would you agree that some painful emotions were as fresh today as when they first arose? Most of us have not learned to shift those traumatic memories to be simply bad memories; memories that have little power to stir up distress.

What We Hear: I noticed a lot of people exposed to several adverse childhood experiences saying, “I have never talked about this before. No one will believe me. No one has ever asked me.” But evidently, our trauma stories do not reside inside us anymore; because we decided to tell it… to release, forgive, inspire and teach.

Some poor conditions in the past and present can affect us, but not disturb us. Overtime, we have allowed our present beliefs to create our current disturbance. We often underplay and do not recognize how flawed our logic is about our trauma events.

To challenge our reasoning, I usually practice the following: “Imagine you’re talking to a 12-year-old who just experienced their father walk out of the family and disappear forever. Would you suggest that if the child had only kept their grades up, cleaned their room more often, and been a better person, bad things would not have happened to them?” hmmm…certainly our thinking does not sound very helpful when we put it to that test. What about that child 20 years after? How is the family doing emotionally, 10 years after?

One of the hardest parts of therapy (talking) is revealing ourselves to another person. It is also one of the most healing paths into self-discovery when done in a SAFE space. We are hurt in the context of relationships, and it is within another relationships that we find healing.

We can still be struggling with disconnecting from the past, shut down any advances to move forward, and in the process, find our healing path in another worthy relationship that is so good for us.

As C.S. Lewis once said, “You can’t go back and change the beginning, but you can start where you are and change the ending.”

When we feel shameful of how self-disclosure can expose our fear, weakness and vulnerability, but also leads to post-traumatic growth, improve relationships, and facilitate lasting change.

What to do: You Are Not Alone. Help Is Here. Once you are ready to talk about your painful past, possibly for the first time, here are some things to consider in a SAFE SPACE.

  1. Encourage and bring others into your lonely and confusing personal story can help end that isolation. (Licensed mental health counselors, Psychologists etc.)
  2. Talking can help you change the narrative surrounding the traumatic event.
  3. Direct your ‘When thoughts’ …when heard silently in our minds, they seem convincing. But when we say our thoughts to others, we can see the flaws and faulty reasoning more easily.
  4. Change the narrative surrounding the traumatic event by practicing rational emotive behavior therapy (REBT) which helps to assert that our beliefs about ourselves, others, and the world keep us stuck, not the events themselves.
  5. Talking with others with the same lived experience might be a place to start (this is not pity-party) Regardless of your next step, know that you are not defined by your past but by the direction you are heading.

Today, I find myself constantly using affirmation words like… Hey, It’s also within relationships that we find healingRight? It is okay to set boundaries and bury some” Or just assuring my support group that it is okay to SMILE or laugh when disclosing trauma of a diagnosis.

Our story telling laughter can mean many things to different people. It can signal shame, embarrassment or it can be a defense that protects the trauma survivor from feeling the depth of their actual pain. Have you identified yours?

Moving forward… as I celebrated another birthday last week, I’d decided not to take life too seriously anymore and begin practicing more self-reflection partnered with long adventure-vacation. Simply by having more fun on this journey called life, shuffling and intentionally selecting only what feeds my soul positively, without holding back but flushing out the past and all that came with it. You should try it too… Well, I am still standing, LOL…’ with two lessons learned for a new age (1) Self Reflection. (2) Rest. But more grateful to God.

It is MAY, National Mental Health Awareness Month. ‘How are you developing mentally?

Yours in HOPE as I share…

Yinka.

Find Your Happy Place ❤️

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Our happy place is not always related to our thoughts or a movement, neither is it fixated or based on the terms of endearment of a particular person or location. 

Rather, it is how we envision happiness from within us; how we manage our emotion, and how we desire to be filled. It can also be any physical or mental space, situation, or activity that makes you feel relaxed, calm, content, or joyful.

To discover our happy place, we might want to reconsider a new definition of what happiness really means to us at different seasons of our life. 

If you haven’t thought about it, or how to find your happy place, you should today!

Probably if you look up the meaning of happiness in the dictionary now, it will help in understanding two-simple things about seeking that inner happy place you never thought existed. 

It is either: ‘What you’re seeking in comfort’ or ‘What you do for comfort

My happy place is usually when I am having a full circle moment. (sense of dejavu)  

So, during my growing up days on the Island, my happy place I thought then was usually in the company of my dogs; Trixie, Julie and Jolly (those very vigilant and over-protective mixed-breed dogs who literally would listen to all my youthful lamentation without talking back, but also obediently followed me around possessively keeping everyone away; to think of it now, anyone who grew up on the Island in the ‘70s and 80s knew about the vicious dogs on Oil Mill Street then. 

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I remember bumping into an old-neighbor I hadn’t seen in over 40 years while visiting Chicago, she remembered me clearly just by connecting her vivid memories to those dogs, “Aha, I remember You and those crazy dogs of yours, no one ever dared to come near your house because of them” she’d exclaimed in high pitch voice, but in pure joy.

The other happy place discovered in my teenage phase was hiding inside my late Dad’s home-office, which was attached to our house. It was my refuge of hope in times of despair.

There was always a sense of calmness, acceptance, safety and comfort there. Even as so little was said between us, we were usually very comfortable just basking in awe and existence of each other’s company, but individually drifted off to our two-separate worlds.

He’s busy drawing on maps and calculating numbers for surveyed land measured, while I am allowed to curl up in a corner, subconsciously allowing the sound from the noisy wall-mounted air conditioner to block out any distractive sounds from outside, as I travel faraway on a whimsical make-believe world of alluring romantic tales or fist clenching revolutionary stories, all buried deep inside books bigger than my head (hidden in between the textbooks.. were Pacesetters, Mills & Boon or a Leon Uris book). Am sure someone reading this can relate. Lol.

That was 35 years ago…

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Today, as I celebrate my 52nd birthday, I have learned that mentally, my happy place has evolved over the years, I have learned that for anyone to experience a happy-place-moment, the body must be able to release at least one of the four ‘happy chemicals’ to feel happy; 1. dopamine, 2. endorphins, 3. serotonin, and 4. oxytocin, so technically, we all still need these hormones that are responsible for how we experience our happy place no matter our age or what life throws at us.

Also, life has also taught me that; to approach my happy place, I must intentionally replace any negative thoughts of “Why is this happening to me’ with “What is this trying to teach me” as a game changer to move forward.

Apparently, that’s where feelings of pleasure, joy, serenity, contentment, gratitude, overall life satisfaction, and fulfillment reside. Phew! it is indeed a process. But it is worth the journey; knowing your happy place is important to living a fruitful and fulfilling life.

What about you? what, who and where is your happy place?

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Everyone has their own unique happy place. You can go to your happy place when the world feels a bit too chaotic. It is a central point where you can rest, recharge, and return stronger. It can also be a place to reflect before reacting, where you get to study the fine line for constructive expression and suppressing them to conform to societal norms.

To help you find your happy place intentionally, all you need is patience and practice to get there. Happiness is infectious, finding your happy place will also benefit everyone attached to you, and your surrounding community.

When we eventually decide to exit our happy place, our true emotional wisdom will involve honoring our feelings as they are, allowing us to deepen our empathy, creativity, genuine connections and become emotionally bold. To help ‘keep’ that happy place, probably it is time you let go of somethings crowding the space meant for your happiness. Learn to choose only people who are good for your mental health.

Letting go is hard. We feel bad when we lose something. It’s like when you have to pack and unpack your house and go through years of accumulated possessions, you would have experienced the dilemma of whether to keep something or to let it go. 

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More often than not, and especially if you are one who is sentimental, you might tend to hold on! This may explain why our shelves are filled with books we never read, or our cupboards are full of trinkets and ornaments gathering dust! 

Isn’t it remarkable how quickly our lives can improve, how our happy places can be discovered when we remove toxic people, places and patterns from our lives? Yeah, because sometimes the desires we have are part of God’s guidance in our lives. Just as Frederick Buechner said ‘Vocation is the place where our deep gladness meets the world’s deep need.’  

Go on, am cheering you on! Find and nurture your happy-place!

Yours in Hope, as I share my happy-place song with you.

Yinka.

Healing From Things We Do Not Talk About

We learn so much about life based on what was modeled to us from a very tender age. Some of us, even in our adult lives will still be provoked or triggered by certain events from the past because we are probably still struggling with navigating unstable emotions; what we think and believe about ourselves, about love; disappointments, loss, grief or whenever those big resonating feelings start to build up. 

Meet Amira, my very witty Gen-Z 16 year-old-client with social emotional disturbances. She loves Drake the rapper and singer from Canada. I barely know him, but I do know about Drake from state farm, I’d told her once and received a very dry sober look but with a hidden smile.

I loved that. It means she acknowledges my outrageous sense of humor and presence.

But to better understand and utilize an appropriate clinical treatment for her, and a sustainable person-centered-planning, I had to go learn more about her obsession with Drake’s song; titled ‘Yebba’s Heartbreak. While it took me days to dilate the triggering mention of ‘I do’ from the song, I was able to be empathetic by encouraging open-ended conversation, position myself subconsciously within the lyrics now parading my brain, feel her hurt from the trauma surrounding the message in Drake’s song and to better grasp the reason behind Yebba’s outspoken advocacy for mental health awareness and support.

Emotionally, after 2 weeks of playing the lyrics over in my head, I got younger at heart, gained a new young friend as we became closer with a dash of confidence.

And then the talk started…

Today, if you are reading this, I am asking…

How many of us have tucked in some very critical issues that’s still bitting deep down and affecting our healing process? Were we ever cautioned as children to keep-that-hurtful issue to yourself! arm ourselves with boundaries! or never encouraged to practice the three emotional escape steps (“I Notice, I Feel, I Can”). Or probably, we were reprimanded for even nurturing tender feelings of affection at a very young age? or instructed that embracing how you feel, talking about it and opening up means you are weak and vulnerable? Hmmm.

We cannot keep thinking of vulnerability as a weak and defenseless expression, while assuming that surrendering or submission of how we feel is like waving a white flag for peace in battle. Then whenever these big feelings start to creep-up our nerves, are we still believing that emotional vulnerability can sometimes be the only way we can discharge ourselves from boundaries that come from our default patterns of thinking that we develop from childhood?

In a sudden moment, betrayal can make you go from feeling safe, loved, and known, to feeling vulnerable, unwanted, and alone. And we are told certain burdens are meant to be shushed?

But what creates those early default thought process anyway?

Well, to put it simply, our past experiences. The events that we’ve lived through, the responses and behaviors we’ve seen modeled, and repeated exposure to circumstances all play a primary role in how we think in the present. For most of us, the biggest factor in our default thought process is our family of origin; the way we grew up, the family we grew up in, and the way they interacted with us. 

Help is here!
 
According to; Dr. Tiwalola Osunfisan, a Double-Board Practicing American Licensed Psychiatrist, Dr. Yemi Akinyemi; Professor of Psychiatry at Wayne State University & Dr. Kene Monplaisir of Acuitii. Dr. Nike Shoyinka, Miss USA Ambassador Angelena Taylor and Mental health advocate, Tinuke Odunlami, who all featured in my recently completed ‘Hey Sis, How Are You Developing Mentally Event in Michigan on 12/29/2023, leaving behind very important key points addressing Women’s mental health and giving suggestions on how to embrace speaking up and receiving treatment:

-Adversity is common to humanity. Do not compare, rather, focus on your process and growth. 
– Be authentic! You can only maintain the best version of you and not someone else’s.
– Objectively evaluate all shades of you for optimal holistic wellness 
– Choose improvement and progress over perfection. No one is perfect! 
– Be God-centered and keep your purpose in mind. Let God guide you in all decisions.
– Have an attitude of gratitude.  Gratitude for what you have, improves your mood and reduces anxiety.
– You cannot give what you do not have. So, intentionally fill your cup by taking good care of yourself.
– Self-care is not selfish rather, self-care involves any healthy activity that is intended to provide nurture to you in order to be more productive with your purpose and service to those around you.
– You are strong when you recognize when and how to seek help. 
– Find your trusted tribe, mentor, coach and professional support. You are not meant to do this life alone. 
– Speak up! Seek up! Support another! Spread the awareness!
By Dr. Tiwalola  Osunfisan (Practicing American Double Board Licensed Psychiatrist):
 

Let Us Be Made New

So, our boldness in being expressive and seeking HELP doesn’t need to be grand and broadcast for all to see; it may not be as loud or even annoying as you might have thought; it’s certainly not measured by a lack of fear, but in actions in spite of that fear; and most of all, boldness is simply the act of bringing whatever you have to God and trusting Him with the outcome.

Can we begin to spend some time today recognizing our default ways of thinking and replacing them with truth? And then, remember, this isn’t a once-and-done process. It took years to develop our current mental playlist of thoughts, so let’s expect that it will also take some time and energy to create a new mental playlist. 

But little by little, one thought at a time, this our new way of thinking (speaking up) will soon become the norm. Eventually, we will learn to be more expressive and fearless; never backing down from doing what is right; Be more vulnerable by allowing ourselves to get close enough to our truth; Be more compassionate by entering into our pain and owning our thoughts before they own us.

Yours in HOPE,
Yinka.

Michigan Endorsed Infant-Maternal Mental Health Specialist/Child and Family Licensed Psychologist.

Understanding a child’s temperament: Autism Awareness

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It is April, World Autism Awareness Month.

Let me begin by applauding all the great parents out there still committed and dedicated to helping with easing the acceptance of a given diagnosis, while following through with the prescribed-treatment plan for every child living with autism. I celebrate you! You did well! You are doing great!

Today, please take a 5-minute break, to look back at where you all started from, put on a happy expression, beam with gratitude or a smirk of “Just WOW” that displays your boldness, inspiring enough to tell stories of initial personal struggles, but later turned into a million little miracles of developmental victories, as you continue to surge forward in hope, for the future of your children. Remember, you are never alone.

Here I am speaking to you as a mother who has also experienced a child’s diagnosis+treatment on the home front, while my super hero cape is on and active as a licensed clinician of 20 years on the field, trust me when I say… ‘I DO understand what it is to journey through that road called… “Perhaps”

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Every child is born with his or her own individual way of approaching the world. I personally believe ‘Temperament’ stands out most as one of the unique qualities. Some will argue that, providing healthy and consistent validation on the part of the parents can help to instill a sense of worth and value in their child’s temperament as being seen and heard. While others believe that it is only critical to elevate the child’s emotional development through positive socialization, and development of a self-identity.

Hmm. To validate those emotions or not-to validate?

It is either a child’s temperament is easy-going, slow-to-warm, and active based on their environment.

Because childhood invalidation is thought to be related to many mental health issues in adulthood including an increased risk for both borderline personality disorder and narcissistic personality disorder. While invalidation may or may not include overt verbal abuse, its effects are typically longstanding and often carried with that child into their adult relationships.

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There is No Right or Wrong Temperament.

It’s very important for children to be accepted for who they are. It is true, though, that some temperaments are easier to handle than others. A parent with an intense, reactive child or a child who is very shy and slow-to-warm-up will tell you that parenting these kids can be a challenge at times.  But, how can we learn when to tune in or acknowledge the child’s mood, while anticipating how they will react in certain situations without a display of their unique characteristic attitude or mood? hear this…

Temperament is not something your child chooses, neither is it something that you created. A child’s temperament shapes the way he/she experiences the world. A child who is cautious and needs time to feel comfortable in new situations and a child who jumps right in are likely to have very different experiences going to a crowded classmate’s birthday party. While the child who can handle a lot of sensory stimulation will experience a trip to the grocery store differently from a child who has a low threshold for a lot of surrounding noise and action. Same attitude, different reaction. 

And how do we respond (rather than react) to unexpected display of affection or outburst? aka: social tantrums or reported showdown by non-family members? Do we validate affectionately or otherwise?  hear this…

Maybe it is time we consider some characteristics that can describe a child’s temperament:

  • Emotional intensity – unstable moods, impulsive behavior and relationships
  • Activity level – the rate a child uses movement and physical skills to learn and explore
  • Frustration tolerance – dealing with setbacks (frustration or everyday inconveniences)
  • Reaction to new people – is this mutism or social phobia?
  • Reaction to change – some degree of discomfort without transitional plan

Child validation is the act of understanding and recognizing a child’s needs, feelings, thoughts, emotions, and non-verbal behavior as valid. It’s based on being able to empathize with a child’s trigger point and relate to their sensory-based reality or traumatic lived experiences.

On the other hand, invalidation is ignoring the child’s non-verbal attributes or when a child is made to believe that their needs, feelings, or lived emotional experiences does not matter. In other words, if conditioned in their childhood to believe that how they perceive their world is unreasonable or insignificant, these same messages can later generalize to feelings of insecurity, deep depression, issues in trusting themselves or others, and an unstable sense of self-identity.

Aha! here is my remedy: Be Your Child’s Champion! learn to follow their lead.

Have you ever found yourself feeling isolated from or being misunderstood, possibly even put down either by family, friends, and neighbors who disapprove of or judge your child? It can be empowering to see these situations as opportunities to educate others about your child. Step up!

For example, Abel is your son on the spectrum: you can explain to his aunt who is not getting the warm reaction expected from your child, “Abel, like a lot of other kids, needs time to adjust to new people or new environment.” You then hand her Abel’s preferred toy or favorite book, helping her learn to approach Abel slowly or change her diction to sensitively say …“It’s okay, I will just sit down next to you and wait while you are ready” “I see how you worked so hard building those blocks, maybe we can re-build together while you show/teach me” “Here, take my hands or show me how to help you”

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So, understanding your child’s temperament helps you be a better parent. Recognizing patterns in your child’s behavior that are easily triggered by temperament can help you anticipate your child’s responses to certain situations. If you know that your child has a hard time making transitions, you can learn to work on visual schedule planning or gentle prompt-reminder system to ease the process of change. 

Sharing and observing your child’s strengths helps others see your child’s behavior from a different perspective, especially when derogatory names like ‘feisty nature’ are thrown carelessly around your child, take a deep breath, smile and allow the motherly instinct inside of you swell with pride and say “Hmm, Bella knows who she is and what she wants. She is loving and she is fierce. She puts her whole heart into everything.” Done.

Ordinarilly you might not be able to always control your child’s temperament, but you sure can navigate the triggers others bring around your child. Remember, the goal is not to change your child, but to help with adapting coping strategies and encouraging positive strength building.

While the month of April is dedicated to autism awareness, for me, everyday I am passionately connected to providing coping strategies+treatment for kids, providing individual personalized parent training, advocating for the importance of early detection in infant/toddlers and sharing resources with families in taking positive action… 

Conclusively, I implore all parents and caretakers to make the necessary sacrifices in understanding that autism is not solely a psychological/psychiatric disorder… … relatively it is physiological (neurological and biochemical) – meaning that there are things you can do to improve your child’s health, learning, and behavior.

A little bit of everything works! some nutritional changes, Joint-family social emotional support, traditional therapies like Sensory play therapy, ABA, speech, occupational therapy, etc.  but more important, the priceless “Cheerleader Cape’ you wear with them, and for them as they… continue to thrive.

For more information or free resources on: Infant & Maternal Mental Health/Early Childhood Education & Intervention/Autism Spectrum Diagnosis and treatment planning/Social Emotional Disorder/Advocacy for IEP with school-age children and more, visit us on our non-profit website: http://www.developmentalcarenetwork.org

Yours in HOPE as I share Mr. C Dollarz – Autistic

Yinka.

IMH-E, Licensed Infant/Maternal Mental Health Psychologist.

The Fragrance of Memories: Yinka@50

From the rising sun on a wet Wednesday morning of May 10 in the year 1972, a baby girl was delivered into the Gansallo family house, at the famous Island Maternity Hospital on Lagos Island. Indeed, a wide-eyed cry announced my landing which foretold a bewildering future. 

The astonishing resemblance of my late paternal Great-Grandmother, Lady Sophia Mori-Lewa DaSilva was so noticeable, I was instantly nicknamed “Atupa Parlor” after her (meaning the bright lantern that brightens a room) or sometimes “Emi Mama l’oke” (grandma’s breath) usually indicating the strong enduring personality of her industrious nature and philanthropy.

Today as I turn 50, I am beyond words on how many descriptive adjectives I have left in me from Professor Alo’s semantics class at Uniport, which is so unlike me. But deep inside, I can feel this colossal triumphant jubilation going on, it’s like there’s a non-stop praise gig happening! And am being invited to celebrate.

So, sometimes in life we get the chance to start again, we breathe deep to stand tall. We are offered a choice to either deal with the hiccups life throws at us, live with it or leave it behind.

We prepare to make our way without knowing whether the future will wait for us to catch up on missed opportunities… or we just brave it, with our faith, with love by relying on our reflective light. 

For me, this is the morning that I’ve dreamed of. The anniversary of all the enchanting and whimsical events I have encountered! Jubilee of unbelievable but jaw dropping testimonies! Reminiscing on all the principled life skills and platform for spirituality my Mother has instilled in me, the importance of education and values of setting goals mentoring from the most astute man I know, my late father.

My Gratitude Runs Deep.

And my journey begins, with steps so few, that a child could count them. 

A new dawn… forged by the force of life itself.

And if I have spent a lot of my life trying to understand why and how absurd things happen, trying to have boundaries, and then trying to enforce them. Well, I’m finally understanding that I don’t need to be loud or demanding to have healthy boundaries. I don’t need to determine how other people behave around me. I just need to pre-decide how I will react when other people behave otherwise.

Setting healthy boundaries means being clear about asserting one’s mental health capability, especially when you clock an important milestone.

And with my ongoing Project 50 and beyond to mark this milestone (www.project50andbeyond.com) I pray for wisdom and ask God to determine my thoughts, words and actions.

As this is just the beginning of a potpourri of untold stories in my memoir. . . ‘The Fragrance of Memories’

Yours in HOPE, as I share one of my favorite songs “Dependable God” by Victor Thompson.

Olayinka.

Gracefully ascending to my 5th floor on purpose

Our births are, and will always be one the most profound common-place of miracles. An event deeply remarkable and phenomenal. A timeless deed that immediately but intentionally and briefly makes angels of us all.

Then life evolves as we get older, we flicker on a screen of ‘how it could have been’ by folding and unfolding upon our mind’s eye which brittle like a crushed dove’s wings. We suddenly begin to accept that our health is also another gift from God, especially after overcoming a diagnosis, but we sometimes take it for granted.

Still, it hangs for its dear life on a thin-thread as fine as a spider’s web. While the smallest err can make it snap, leaving the strongest of us helpless in an instant, as the weaker hearts wobble. And in that instant, hope is our only protector, and love our cure-all.

Life is fueled by learning new things, encountering new people, or sometimes handling challenging paths. But there will always be laughter when joy sips in… ‘tears when disappointment emerge un-invited… making exaggerated but clearer revelation a must for us, as loss or gain of mutual affection we have forged in friendships over our lifetime would only last us all the remaining days on earth. 

#FromAgeToAge

While a child, I mastered the act of overriding discomfort with the thoughts of accepting everything washed away as a fresh potential dawned. Eventually, in every wave of change, there comes a new beginning. To embrace strengths, tackle weaknesses and keep dreaming.

My next floor is filled with flights that’s taken many forms by relying on God’grace. It seems unfurling like feathers… tickles and enchanting… a compose of soaring upward into light… a fresh gratifying department that runs deep… A retreat from the unknown and total disconnect from pain or unprofitable bonds towards a visible joy!

Aha, approaching 50 has enabled me not-to-feel the need to be understood, included or accepted regarding worldly expectations. It’s granted me more time to sit back and observe, as I realize that literally not everything life dishes out needs a reaction as I begin to trust my intuition more.

#NaYourWay

As we begin Year 2022… ‘What’s your next flight like? A bustling or empty enterprise? Is fear keeping you tethered.. terror clipping your wings? Hey, No shaking! Hope can still lighten the sky, while Love will continue to make us courageous!

And at the end of climbing those steps, what mattered most is not what the curious monitoring-world expects, or whether we blow, hide or fly… or even where our journey takes us in life.. but what guides us home… from age to age… ‘and-where-we-come-to-land! Because in the end, we all become memories.

There are many things about life in which you have no control. Accept those things as part of the way God created you. Your ability, race, culture, language, nationality, and many attributes of your physical being are God’s choices, for a purpose.

Counting down to… #Enchanted 5.0   #Project50andBeyond #JustWOW #MsGansy@50 #CancerFREEdeclarationOfGRACE

Yours in Hope, as I share NOSA’s ‘Na Your Way’

Yinka

REBUILDING HOPE after a loss.

shine-2There comes a time in our life when we should start thinking about what we will leave behind after we die.

Well, not everyone enjoys talking about it anyway, but we should! Like, Y-e-s-t-e-r-d-a-y! Because we will all pass away someday.

What will be our legacy? How will our lifestyles be recorded into the annals of history?

Are we aware that this is a deep healing and gratifying moment that could also beAdvertisement  our only chance and opportunity to pay it forward or celebrate life by creating a setting for others to follow? 

So, do you remember how you felt when you lost someone close to you? You witnessed dreams and aspirations snatched away coldly leaving behind dark visions of despair and uncertainty about the future!shine-4

Did your life take an unexpected turn when people you love are diagnosed with a terminal illness? The big question we battle in our minds over time as we witness their pain and struggle with recovering and treatment is…’Will-They-Ever-Make-It?

Or will they disgrace death and defeat the grave? No matter what, our lives and their new journey would never be the same again.

Aha! Because an irreplaceable vacuum has been deposited in our hearts.

The fairytale life we had always dreamed of for them is no longer possible. Is it okay to question God at those very hurting period we witness with them? Or be like Job and continually keep seeking His face in the middle of it all? Is there still hope after all?  #EmpathyLeadsToHope

ekoI still clearly remember the night when my parents went out for an event….

It was Christmas of 1980, my dad wanted to impress his guests that night and had driven them all to watch Bobby Benson’s High-Life band play at the lavishly furnished ball room of Eko Hotel at Victoria Island Lagos.

Jubilant! Excited! my cousins and I (who had come visiting from Port Harcourt and UK) danced around our Christmas tree in the adult parlor as we waved goodbye to our parents, flashing our hand-held sparkler fire works! And as my dad’s car zoomed off the street, we were left with traces of rays from the street lights that eventually nudged us back inside.

But, my parents never came back that night or the next day!

Nothing prepared me for the tons of relatives who stomped into our house for the next couple of months!

There was constant whispering, cleaning or attending to unfamiliar faces who had pressed the loud doorbell that always made our dogs, Jolie and Julie mad and bark uncontrollably!

shine13The warm-natured relatives from my mother’s village in Delta State had hired a commercial station wagon named “Eni Afe” (the one we love) to transport them and their bags full of African pear and Garden egg directly from Oshimili Local government to my door step on Lagos-Island!

Oh by-the-way! Did I mention that they were always humming a moody native song and slapping their heads or their hips! Pointing to the sky as if blaming God for not being on time to the rescue! Or were they blaming the automobile company for the accident? I could barely pick their language, but was always able to identify the word “moto” as they begin to use their wrist to wipe away invisible tears.

And every time I would glare at them in fear and confusion wondering where they kept my parents!!

Ah, I-s-i-o-m-a ’Nne m (meaning My-good-head daughter or good-luck-girl-child) they would exclaim and carry me off into a non-auditioned Igbo dance and bury my head in their humongous Saturday Night-talcum-saturated bosom, like I needed to be smothered because I was missing motherly affection! Oh well, at that time, I guess I was anyway…Phew!    #ILoveMyMothersPeople

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And on the other side, my father’s Lagos-Brazilian quarters family members would all stroll in, in their meticulous apparel, puffing and huffing about how Uncle Kay (my dad) just won’t stop smoking, drinking and driving! their high stiletto competing with their pitchy British accent as they search in their patent fancy bags for a glass-beaded rosary that will be used to sanctify the house or search for their fancy hand fan even as the ceiling fan was in full motion!

I watched as they try to escape the cold nose caressing from our dogs! Their house helps or driver sneaks up behind them carrying home-baked bread and fruit baskets brought from Tom Jones area, covered with beautifully embroidered napkins.

Oh! There you are Yinkus baby! Everything is fine oh? We must book a mass for the family! Let’s thank Saint Christopher and Our Lady of good counsel! Or ‘has anyone gone to Catholic Mission to report this to the Arch Bishop? I will have my driver come get you for the weekend to play with your cousins at Ikoyi club” And then a big hug consumed with choking concentrated overdose of vintage Hermes perfume! 

Ah! play-with-my cousins-at-this-period? Hmm…’No-thank-you-Aunt! #MyFathersDramaticPeople

But, Why-won’t-someone-tell-me-what-ever-happened-to-my-parents

shine-11Thank goodness for older and notorious cousins who were very crafty in stealing top-classified family information! Last I know…they saw my Dad’s car somersault several times and crash into the edge of the reef at Bar beach!

All 4 of them (My dad, mom, late Uncle Siji and Dr. Alagoa) lost consciousness and were rescued by a nearby white garment church congregation having a vigil at the same time on the beach!

Okay…so they made it out of Eko Hotel and crashed into Bar beach on their way back home. Severely injured with the car written off! Both on admission and physical therapy for several months as I was left in denial about their disappearance until they returned home, not the same as they left in December, but alive.

At that moment and such tender age, nothing could have soothed or comforted me enough! For all I care, I could have been an orphan-in-waiting until they eventually came back home with bruises and scars so pronounced, even our dogs wept for them! Literally.

shine-12Today, as you are reading this…In homes and hospitals and confinement across the world, friends and family will soon gather around to usher in the New Year, beautifully decorated tables filled with warm, scrumptious food and gifts to give. Blinking lighted trees with trimmed gold ribbons!

It is Christmas!!

However, this day will be nothing like holidays of the past for many people.

Broken hearted families who’ve lost loved ones will struggle to keep hope alive, Friends with terminal or life threatening illness will have to struggle to catch a glimpse of what a painless season without medication or treatment would be, Lonely but committed soldiers covered in the dust of battle will patrol foreign borders, fighting for what they believe in, while their families back home long for word of their safety.

The homeless will make their way to the nearest soup kitchen, hoping for a warm meal and a smiling face as so many celebrate this day of abundance.

eko-2For some, an empty place at the table will be a painful reminder of the loved one lost or a failed relationship.

A worried husband and dad will sit at the head of the table, wondering how he is going to tell his family that he just lost his job.

A wife, struggling with emotional turmoil of an unfulfilled marriage, a beautiful young lady, wondering if the joy of the season is worth celebrating due to rejection and loneliness.

A family with a child on the spectrum still waiting for a miracle. The list of wounded hearts and unmet needs is brutal.

So, tell me, how do you create or find time to rebuild after you lose someone to death, ailment or disagreement? In all my 6 years of surviving that cancer, I have continuously struggled with the changes that’s taken over my body, my mind and my perception about life and people. I had to crave the urge to keep hoping for a fruitful life; medication, treatment and all by creating time for people in need!

For others, it is still denial of what they can’t understand and are still refusing to accept. That there could be hope because God says so, that we could still find joy and happiness even while going through that phase in life.

How do you intend to help someone going through all these the few days remaining in 2016? Would we rather patronize the needy by dropping by a shelter to suit your conscience? Send text messages or gifts when really your voice of encouragement is what they need? Label them as unfit or dying when really only God can dictate that journey! Hmm.

shine-5What gives us hope today? Even with friends and loved ones dying or shutting down around us, how do we comfort them?

You see, when we convince ourselves that life will be better when we have more money, when we find the right mate, when we get the kids raised or build the right house. We tell ourselves that our life will be complete when our spouse gets his or her act together, when we buy a nicer car, when we get that promotion, when we are able to go on our dream vacation or when we retire.

We keep trying to find joy, contentment and peace in lifeless places and useless things.  When really, we just need to be more thankful for being alive and seek the real meaning behind the lights on the Christmas trees, it’s not about the ornaments or the beautiful wrapped up gifts! Or the beautiful glittering ribbons.

It is about building HOPE for tomorrow! and why we need to celebrate life more…especially with those going through tough time this season.

And because I witnessed my parents come out alive of that ghastly car accident at Bar-beach that had the next day newspaper headlines as “Miracle on the Beach” I certainly have no choice but to keep trusting and hoping in God even as my own strength and flesh falter sometimes!

shine-3Because I-have-been-there-with-you, on both sides…I know the feeling of a blurry future when sickness knocks or when a loved one is lost or when we lose a pregnancy/baby…the vacuum is so uncomfortably evident and can never be filled!

I am hoping someone reading this will allow their heart to beat again after a loss.

Let’s spread the love of Christmas by bringing HOPE to someone really in need of affection today and comfort the weak at heart more.

To all those we lost in 2016. Let’s be rest assured that the peace the birth of Christ brings this season is surely abiding with them.

Yours in HOPE! As I share David Gokey’s ‘Tell Your Heart To Beat Again’

Yinka.

 

 

 

Living in a Tabloid-Infested World (Marriages and Relationships)

new 5Until you have experienced monsters, mayhem and mind-blowing-murdering-brawl in your marriage, every talk about “happily-ever-after” is just a joke!

But things could get better or worse, Right?

Even if you are celebrating recovery from overcoming hurts, hang-ups and habits from a sour relationship’ every life coach or love expert might as well go-jump-into-the-lagoon-with their “pocket-sized-advice” #Talk-To-The-Hands! (eyes rolling in utter disgust!)

Or when you hear of another marital discord or relationship break up in the news or through your favorite social media news feed, do you panic in forbidden excitement of what could have happened?

Do you crave for more juicy and gory details of how it finally collapsed? ‘Especially when there’ve been so much signs and tales of the doom day in the making?

love me 1Do you get jaw-dropped-drooling when you see those fantastically orchestrated display of fake and formed affection between lovers on social media and get frustrated at their outward display of fronting or intimidated that your own lover isn’t calling you boo or bae or one of those petty silly names and not a show-off superlative lover or romantic like theirs? #InstagramShowOff   #FacebookFakePerception

Aww!! Don’t get mad. Be glad you’re not part of that staged game!

Could someone please remind me that courtship is the fantasy land we lavish on soulfully, blindly and recklessly while marriage is the real thing-lifetime do or die institution? Everyone is admitted based on their initial feelings, initial agenda or initial determination, not fully aware of the consequences and sacrifices to be made. You either pass, fail, repeat or retreat! The choice is yours! Let’s keep it real, marriage is a tough institution! Period!

Seems like we forget in a hurry that every real marriage or relationship has its own appointed season of doomed-roller-coaster turbulence and sometimes requires plenty of space and measurable pace to heal and grow? Even the best marriage counselor text-book coping strategy just won’t cut it? ‘Am talking about the “Oh, no you didn’t”, “That’s It, I can’t take this anymore! Am out of it” moments.  Phew!

love 2mEvery married-couple I know play their amateur scripted part at one point or the other during their life time together. No denial or finger-pointing here. Most of the time either to prove a point to the world…like “Trust me, I got this covered! “Hey, look at us, we are still happily in love or just managing whatever is left! Any witness? Lol!

Okay…Nice… I think we all like that we can wear a mask every now and then to fool the world! But for how long can we pretend and hide behind the facade? Living in oblivion, but behind closed doors facing the reality? Pretending that everything in our marriage is purrfect!! When, it isn’t? Allowing social media to help boost our hidden insecurities and keeping up appearances? Who are we trying to fool? #shoo!

You see; a typical sophisticated glamorous churchgoer looks on with disdain as the winsome “I-love-Jesus” bracelet worshipper next to her raises her hands and sings with reckless abandonment. But secretly, in her heart of hearts, I wonder if she longs for that same marital/relationship freedom? What if she muses before commonsense pushes the wonderings aside? Especially when she’s been played on emotionally or physically? And what’s the church doing about her state of mind? Knowingly and unknowingly?

One of the lessons I learned from my parents, who by the way are still married andlove me 2 together 53 years and counting after several decades of hilarious family drama was T-O-L-E-R-A-N-C-E!

I’ve had to ask my mother..

How do you do it, this woman? ‘Why are you still married, eh? Aha, me I can’t take such nonsense oh! (I would boast in my immature voice of a young adventurer with a deep sigh of disgust!)

“Ah, it gets better” (my mom would respond with a smile, one that reveals a survivor’s un-told story like one of Terry McMillian’s characters).

What Exactly? I would ask with a cynical look. The pattern of sex? Adaptation or Tolerance? Fatal attraction or physical distraction? Which one precisely? Or its okay to be bombarded by fly-by knights? Dis-tasteful attackers?

new 2Of all the hardest lessons I learned in my own marriage was struggling with accepting the fact that…’I can’t fully change my husband! whatever the illusions I’ve created of “the perfect man” was just a fantasy. #AintNoKnightInShinningArmour

I had to learn that only God can touch his heart and change him, in His time, for His purpose, only. No matter how much we get to wish for a little bit of this or a little bit of that in that partner…we still have what we have, the issue at hand is..’. Learning to let it work out for our good while we strive to be all we can for ourselves…living life with a purpose to fulfil destiny by being valuable to self, as the transformation emerges. And leaving the rest to God.  #DiscoverPassionInSelfWorth

No feminist value here, just common sense survival kit from my 23 years of knowing Kevin, my husband. We’d learned to invest in ourselves-together, pursuing our passion together and not consumed by all the faults and flaws from our past, learning to detach from the triggers of the demons along the way…

new 3So, here I am this month celebrating my 19th-year wedding anniversary and content with my life. Oh-My-Word!! It hasn’t been a smooth sailing 19 years of our married-lives together, but an eye-opening, challenging and educative 23 years of unconditional friendship! And we are still learning and growing and dealing with the hurdles together which makes us appreciate our differences.

Years of waiting for conception and several miscarriages and frequent hospital admission and cries of babies and diagnosis and surgery and build up tension and family impact and losses and gains! has made me more appreciative of all the things our past has taught us! Good or bad…at the end of the drama that comes, we are still together!

Today, if you are reading this and either Married, Single, Divorced, Separated or just confused about being alone or with someone, especially with how cruel and intimidating social media has portrayed perfect-picture-marriages that wake up in glamour and go to bed in dirt and depression, flashing make-belief images of their lives together, only for the tabloid to pick up their bitter crumbs….The world is watching!

Let’s ask ourselves, is there a smile on our face that stirs others to want to join in and experience those moments of sudden glory or grief? Is there a scowl on our brows that make others turn away because the “mandated religious life” of keeping up appearance is too hard? Too boring? Too restricted? Do our hidden scars of inadequacy, insecurity and overbearing feelings in our marriages still keep us rooted behind that door? Are you a “prized trophy” in your relationship or is your marriage a staged one?new 1

Today, it’s not about counting wrong doings, hurts, dwelling on missed opportunities of what could have, should have or would have been or even how many times extra marital-cum-extra-curriculum-activities have played their parts in our lives, and how we’ve allowed it.

For me, it’s more of the lessons I am able to take away from it, understanding why and how ‘Big Hurts Have Opened the Door to freedom…

Doors which a lot of married people today are so afraid of going through, so afraid of approaching it. Either to save face, fulfil family/personal obligation, they hang inside, suffer inside, survive inside, pretend inside, and develop multiple personalities, all because of deprivation of self-worth behind that door.

But for how long?

I am hoping someone reading this will dig deep into their main purpose of the union and discover each other, for each other without limits!  I am still here because I believe I am God’s work in progress. What about you? #Goals   #DealWithIt

Issues of Undeveloped Emotions, Unresolved Conflict and Unmet Needs will need to be dealt with and forgotten before bruised hearts and damaged egos become cold hearts, and after a while with no help, turns into hardened hearts that wander in lonesome misery and commitment trap, the new title for the 20th century marriage and a sex crazed culture we live in. Discover what lights up your Fire, either in your marriage or relationship or discover your self worth and light it up! #JustBelieve  #NotImpossible!

PS: I’m wishing a Happy 5th Wedding Anniversary today, to the most amazing and genuine couple ever! (You know who you are, Love you much Y & M!). 

Yours in HOPE as I share Pink’s “Just Like Fire”.

Yinka.

Approaching the Elephant in our room.

DSC_0919Here I am trying to breastfeed my 2 month-old-baby, MY GOODNESS!! She’s making such a fuss! It seems like she’s having difficulty latching on or even not sure how to work my nipples! I smiled and said to myself, “Oh, it’s my third baby, so I should be a pro at this” (inward consolation thing). Phew!

I’m admiring this beautiful full curly black-haired baby, her tiny cheek so soft and round like one drenched with precious memories of the sweetness of a baker’s delight; A sugar-covered-jelly donut! Her little black eyes twitched as the bright morning reflection of sunray brushes over her face.

Ah! My post-cancer baby! So squishy and velvety, radiating the most enchanting features of love and beauty.

But there was a problem.

I wasn’t getting enough direct eye contact from her.

Is it that those around me didn’t recognize it or had decided to ignore it? Am I the only one seeing the mighty footprints? Or was I getting paranoid for no darn reason! After all, that’s what I do 5 days a week for other families.

My heart skipped a beat! And when it finally found its way back to my body, it broke into a million pieces when she wouldn’t trace my finger across her face! I quickly went shopping in my brain and bargained for all the best nursery rhymes I could find. Fetched all the Early Intervention child developmental milestones books I could read! As a therapist for child-development myself, it was harder for me to accept the intruding delay that could be, but so much easier for me to bring in all the best child developmental services in Delaware county into my room.ele 1

Even though it was my own child needing early childhood intervention, my commitment was stronger than that of Lady Brienne of Tarth in Game of Thrones. #GOT

So, Elephant in the room is an English metaphorical idiom for an obvious truth of chaos that is going unaddressed. The idiomatic expression also applies to an obvious problem or risk that no one wants to talk about, discuss or address.ele 3

In the real world where you and I live, it is regarded as our state of mind! It is that nicely swept problem that forcefully resides with us; based on dis-approval, denial and dis-illusion.

But, in the make-believe world we feign, it is an abode for that hush-hush marital insecurity issue, it is that heavy feeling of pain and anguish when one is being used and betrayed, it is that status-quo inadequacy, it is that child still wondering if the term ‘bastard’ is a middle name! It is that sexuality problem never discussed and still un-resolved/that beautiful young lady wondering if true love really still exists after a horrid heart break!

It is that delayed passage of breakthrough or diabolical hunger and quest to make it big and fast in life! It is that infertility no-go area discussion! The nights of free-flowing tears on the loss of a baby or pregnancy, those complicated medical results, un-resolved family drama, carried on from generation to generation! All those frightening controversial issues which is so obvious to everyone who knows about the situation, but which is deliberately ignored because to do otherwise would cause great embarrassment, or trigger arguments or is simply a taboo. What’s the fear? That we could be judged? that the issue ought to be discussed openly, or it can simply be an acknowledgment that the issue is there and not going to go away by itself!

Aren’t some of the things we go through today similar to an Elephant in a room that’s impossible to overlook? like seriously!! ‘Hello…’Am still here!ele 5

Issues that involve social taboo, discussion of race, religion, gender equality or even suicide. Should the people who might have spoken up decide that it is probably best avoided?

I don’t think so. How else would the elephant make an exit? Or am I wrong?

Could it be because our infirmity has now become our identity or because our crisis now defines who we are and forms the familiar guidelines of our life?

With the entrance of an elephant in their room, some people use their weaknesses to get the attention they crave or to keep from assuming any responsibility in their own lives, but not with a huge animal like an elephant starring you in the face day in day out!

What about our own situation that’s so glaring, yet we cover it up with nicely packaged-fragrance, expensive line of make-up with ambiguous price tags to suck in the scars or marks? Or that sensual erotic 6-pack image that attracts only what the eyes can see as the soul bleeds and begs to run far away from its misery!

Isn’t that a cover up for obvious problem or difficult situation that people do not want to talk about?ele 4

Our helplessness can be our most powerful offering – Only if we are willing to be honest and transparent. Admitting the obvious. Sometimes it is a lot easier to just stay in the room and wait than to struggle toward the light without acceptance.

Can you see yourself in this room, with an invisible elephant? Have you been trapped or paralyzed by the pain of loss or rejection or the weight of an intruder in your personal space? Are you taking care of a child with special needs and feeling overwhelmed? Have friends betrayed you and left you lying by a pool of crushed hopes and dreams?

God sees your helplessness. He knows your heart and hears your desperate cry. Stand up today to that intruder in your room, and let God direct your path.

Yours in HOPE as I share ‘Am I Wrong’ by Nico & Vinz.

Yinka.

 

 

 

Ready or Not, Here I come… ‘Should I drop the MIC?

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ready 7Have you ever approached a new birth year (birthday) with some kind of mixed feelings about some beautiful or bitter experiences you’ve carried through to-date?

Does your birthday celebrate your progress or make fun of your weakness? When you finally decide to mentally flip through the events of yester years, do you either marvel or sigh at the thought of certain happenings?

I-D-O-N-T-B-E-L-I-E-V-E-I-T! ‘Kind-of-feeling?

I know I do. Often, I wished I was still that innocent 10-year-old birthday girl adorned in my Peter Pan collar blue and white polka-dot sun dress dancing away to the rhythm of Evelyn King’s 1982 ‘Love Come Down! With not-a-single-care-about-tomorrow or even aware of whatever love was coming down! Until I was asked to take the MIC! ‘And then…

So, I just finished celebrating my 44th birthday (say “Whaaaaat!”)… Yeah ’All-of-me-is-organically 44 years and still growing! (Lol). ‘And am loving it! Fate has been feeding me with un-avoidable memories as a special delicacy, one forbidden to chew. Don’t know if it’s a coincidence or not, or more of a déjà vu kind of feeling.

Could it be my medication or hormonal changes? or the so-so-busy schedule I have entwined my life in? whatever it is, I am so ready to take it on and move forward with new hopes. Even as am not so close by to my childhood home and missing all the bells and horns I would have received for another celebration, thank goodness for true and genuine friendship ever-present!

ready 2I am so thankful for silly little things like…singing off tune  with my 4-year-old daughter in the shower, wet toothbrushes serving as our pretend-mic!, OR discussing puberty tolerance with my sprouting oh so-grown tween! (Phew! Teenage dramatic years here-we-come!) OR trying to understand the sudden mother-son bond with my dimpled-face middle child-son! OR playing star war’s Dart Vader with my adorable Autistic students or just being silly and child-like!

Those moments. Priceless and Irreplaceable.

The days of… Am I ready for another treatment? Another blood work? Another scan? Another therapy? Another celebration? It was as if I always just needed a reason to celebrate life to remind myself that I was still living!  But really? Why not? Who wouldn’t? Why not celebrate life when we have it? When our tomorrow is not given.

Today, it doesn’t matter anymore if comedians invented the mic drop, they have arguably played a larger role in popularizing it than their hip-hop counterparts. Like when the character steals the microphone from the emcee, screams into it, holds it out, and drops it to the floor. Isn’t that how our life’s journey is? We pick us, start-up then drop it off…out of?…ready 3

Nowadays, the unknown stretches before us and all we can see are the mistakes we have made and the opportunities we have missed.

Fear has brought us to our knees and we are more desperate than we have ever been in our life.

If you made it to the next birthday each year, be more thankful. Are you ready or not for what’s next? Not really. Still wondering why the MIC should be dropped? Maybe we all need to refocus and adjust our perspective. Don’t you think so?

Life is never going to be perfect this side of town. Never! If you are waiting for every problem to be solved, every circumstance to be just right, every issue to be resolved, you are in for a long wait. Set aside your comfort. Forfeit your convenience and embrace change.

The movie 8 Mile (2002) brought an explosion in interest in rap battles and free-styling, but Rabbit never drops the mic: When he finishes his climactic freestyle and prepares to walk off the stage, he just passes the mic back to his opponent. Are you ready for that? I know I am. So help me God with my personal baton.

Yours in HOPE as I share The Fugee’s “Ready or not”.

Yinka.