Tuesday, 25 May 2010
Friday, 21 May 2010
Thursday, 13 May 2010
For instance I got an organza perfume as a gift when I dropped a bad habit, so whenever I smell it I just remember when it is I am doing wrong or right. I used Michael Kors throughout 2003 and for me, it’s a deeper meaning that most scents. It’s also a good one at that cos it represents love and passion. I can’t forget the spring/summer of 2004 in Thamesmead where I literarily immersed myself daily in Lancome's Miracle So Magic and Burberry weekend. I loved those perfumes. Kai. I always almost have a Burberry weekend on my dressing table.
The other day a male friend was wearing a cologne that my favorite ex used to wear…I started looking at him in a I-could-savagely-rape-you-right-now kind of way *sigh*. Every time I smell Safari cologne I smile as I think of my brother. Or when I think of Ultraviolet I smile as it STILL represents a special someone in my life and because I gifted it too. As much as I love the cologne Friends by Moschino, I am still indifferent when I smell it now. Chanel Chance represents Freedom and independence for me and most of all my trip to France by a ferry from Dover. I may never wear Black Orchid by Tom Ford again. It brings back bad memories for me. I associate it with betrayal, gloom and tears.
For me there is a pungent choked smell that reminds me of Lagos... a standoffish smell that makes me feel 'Welcome to London' when I disembark in Heathrow. A dodgy scent that graced my nostrils when I landed in Sharm el Sheik. For me, every place, region has its distinctive smell. Whether pleasant or pungent!
I can’t sit beside a child eating cerelac without being transported to the 80s when I couldn’t get enough of them. Or the smell of hot akara and Ghana bread just makes me feel alive..I think about those mornings in lagos boarding school. The smell of Lucozade or iodine brings back memories of when I was a sickly child and always in hospital for malaria. The best is sitting in front of a steaming plate of moin-moin or hot jollof rice that had been cooked atop firewood and a cast iron pot and I think of my childhood. Its like magic. I believe some people can almost attest to this. Most of all…I love the smell of earth just after it has rained. It reminds me of when my sister and I used to eat sand. WE WERE KIDS FOR CHRIST'S SAKES. Do scents & smells represent something in your life? Does it jolt you into the past? Do they trigger good or bad memories? Please share. Would be interesting to know your take on this.
Sunday, 2 May 2010
He came back with a taxi that ferried us up the mountain to our Cabin/Chalet. It was beautiful. I noticed our chalet had a sauna (heaven). Our Victorian type bedroom was all white and warm inside. Then the surprise came. He told me to close my eyes. I obliged. Then he opened the doors to the balcony to reveal the most breathtaking view I had ever seen in my life. A snow capped mountain. The Matterhorn Pic Above. Right bang in front of my room. The same mountain on the logo of toblerone chocolate. I almost fainted. My eyes brimmed with tears. He goes 'do you like it?' and I go....'o....of...course I love it....I really love it'....then he hugged me tight and we began mouth to mouth resuscitation..The mood was set, then I felt my temperature rising, my palms sweaty, my pulse racing faster.... a lump in my throat as I waited for the question that was to follow.....I knew what my answer would be.... I closed my eyes but he replied with silence. I was waiting for the question. The only plausible explanation for this grand romantic gesture was that there was a square cut rock nesting in his breast pocket and he was gonna get on one semi-wrinkled knee and ask me to be his 'Mrs'. Or maybe the ring was gonna be resting at the bottom of the cheese fondue we were gonna share at dinner time. Or resting at the bottom of a cocktail glass.... and I was hoping to scream a resounding 'YES'.....but NADA happened. That was how my dreams of turning from Fraulein to Frau in Switzerland was shattered. Kai... I cant remember if I shagged him that night. I probably slept half way through the shag. I was pissed. I called Miss A in Nigeria who assured me that my ring was somewhere and I was gonna bring it back home. 'He couldn't make all those plans and not seal it with a rock'. She said.
I came back home still a Fraulein. This was a bank holiday weekend a couple of years ago. Now I wish i pushed him down that mountain when I had the chance :-D
Hope you are having a lovely bank holiday weekend people.