Wednesday, 30 November 2011

Mi pasión es su pasión.

Ok! I have been having conversations lately regarding my passion for food.... or lets say (apart from being incredibly busy selling booze) I have been cooking up a storm. Trying out new recipes and trying to follow my dream on way or another, without taking my eyes off the ball. I need adequate resources to pursue my passion. I just moved into a spanking new office which is supposed to help me focus more on what I need to do and I am loving it. That aside.

I have had friends, acquaintances... those who I have had the privilege of cooking for tell me to open a restaurant more than a thousand times. Honestly, I find it laughable yet flattering that people think my food is restaurant quality. I think otherwise. Besides, I think there are a myriad of ways to explore the cooking passion/talent apart from opening a restaurant. I could be a food author, Food photographer, Offer cooking lessons, Start a cooking show etc.. The possibilities are even endless. Just because I cook well doesn't mean I can sell food. Not everyone who sings in the shower will go on to make XFactor and sell tons of records... well, that's how life is. Some people are happy just to share their passion with family and friends. Nothing more. If it works out that you make money out of your passion, fine. I started selling booze by chance and I think it worked out incredibly well. Not because I love to drink ;-) Although my mates may feel otherwise. As a child my parents always felt I would make a brilliant lawyer because I could argue and talk for the whole of Gibraltar. Thank heavens I never did. I would have been a crap lawyer! I don't have the patience for it.

In closing, what I am saying is simply to live and enjoy your passion. Not because society expects that you should become something cause you are good at it. Its not always all about the money. Although the money will always come in handy. Just because you are good in bed doesn't mean you'd go on to become a prostitute. Enough said.

M'je

Friday, 25 November 2011

The snooperholic!

So she comes crying to me the other day. Bloodshot eyes. Puffy cheeks and whatnot. It was my birthday and I wasn't going to allow her dampened mood cut short my joy. I knew what she needed. Sadly or 'Unsadly' I am the straight talking- brutally honest woman and not afraid to tell it like it is. I told her to come over lets talk about it. Before she even started I gave it to her fair and square "If you have no plans of leaving your fiancee for good why snoop around on him. What good is that going to do for you?".... I cant for the life of me understand why some women want to give themselves unnecessary heartache. I learnt. I learnt very early on in my dating career that what you don't know doesn't kill you. Besides I don't need to know everything....just enough information to make me happy. I do not condone cheating from either party. But if you are going to forgive your boyfriend after he cheats why even bother snooping around in the first place?

This is a no-brainer. Why find out he is cheating then forgive him afterwards?

Let me a tell you a story. A few years ago I walked into my boyfriend chatting with his Ex... I peered over his shoulder and could see my name on google chat. When he went for a run I opened his computer and checked his chat history and lo and behold, my worst fears were confirmed. For days it felt like a pairing knife was nested in my chest. I confronted him about a week later. He turned it on me and broke up with me. I was crushed. He couldn't deal with the lack of trust. I quickly learned that if you love someone and not ready to cause yourself unnecessary wahala then let sleeping dogs lie. Pointing out that he is cheating and taking him back is like flogging a dead horse. I am against animal cruelty jor.

It beats me when some women go the extra mile to rat out their cheating husbands. Fight with his concubine as if its solely 'her' fault... acquire amateur detective skills yet stay with the cheat. Why raise your blood pressure unnecessarily? Going through your partner's phone/facebook account/ email is certainly a No No and I would be mortified if a man goes through my phone. Sorry, I wont allow it. I may not have anything to hide but my phone and email are certainly none of your business unless we have a joint email account or phone. Sadly, a cheat doesn't change because you accuse him/her and threaten to leave him/her a thousand times. He will keep cheating because you have allowed it happen once.... same applies to women bashers and the likes.

Zip it or end the relationship. If you have too much time on your hands, invest in a hobby, sport or hone your cooking skills. Stop whining and then take him back. Worse than a dog going back to its vomit.

M'je

Photo from google images

Monday, 21 November 2011

Happy Birthday to me!!!

Its my birthday today and I am grateful to God for adding another blessed year to my years. I am grateful because I have had a drama-free year. This year has been about taking charged and re-aligning my steps, so its been grand. I also have the privilege of sharing this amazing day with some famous celebs. Goldie Hawn, Bjork, Cherry Jones and the sexy Nicollete Sheridan.

Did you also know the cartoon character Tweety bird was created today? I bet you didnt. Anyway, my name is Gina and I just turned 'tati too'. I am loving every minute of it.

M'je

Monday, 14 November 2011

Weddings & Phobias...


As a little girl I remember being dressed up in dowdy and sometimes horrid outfits and joined the flower girl or little bride parade. I must have loved it. I probably thrived on it as i got to wear the heels that I loved so much. I had big feet so by age 8 I got my first sling back nude heels. Size 38. Most of all, I am sure my mum was keen to show off her only daughter as I must have played the flower girl role to at least half a dozen of my aunts' weddings. I will never forget one in 1988. I remember that one especially because I was dressed up in the most hideous dress ever. It was fuchsia pink and black stripes and it had cheap black lace on the collar. I made a decision early in life that I didn't want to have a bridal train. I was clearly traumatized.

As the years went on weddings lost their flair. I come from a large family and I had to be there for almost every function. Then out of the blue I just stopped attending Weddings/Christenings altogether. Even that of relatives.

Over the weekend I tried to re-collect all the weddings I have been to over the last 10 years. There has been at least 4 weddings annually between my friends and family and I have barely attended any. I have missed my closest friends weddings. Travelling to another town/state for a wedding is actually a big deal for me. To give you an idea, I have missed the weddings of 3 half sisters and I deliberately didn't go for my dad's remembrance (even though all my siblings went0. My excuse?. I just didn't want to be there. I am good at NOT giving any explanations. I also hate going to children's birthdays. Concerts are a No No. I wont call it a social phobia as I don't mind going to bars/restaurants with friends or alone as I can just zone out and pretend we are the only ones in the room. When aso-ebi matter enter, count me out!

Anyway, now i think its posing as a problem I have missed about 3 weddings this year and missed the fourth last Saturday and have decided I wont miss the next weekend as a mate is getting married and I should be there for him. I know I am scared of something. Sometimes I feel I will be judged. Sometimes I fear to start the aproko conversations that some busy-body Nigerian invetebrates engage in about why you are not married/have a baby etc. Why are these people even invited anyway? Surely, one of life's enigmas! Maybe part of me is secretly envious of their happiness. Maybe I am running away from something. The rate at which things are going, no one will show up for my wedding.

M'je

Friday, 11 November 2011

5 years today...

Hey blogsville...

5 years ago on this day I started the Mamuje blog. Yippee, happy birthday to us. Its been one glorious journey. I have been privileged to meet some really cool people here and it extended to real life. For that I remain eternally grateful.

Whew! How time flies, i still remember why/when/how I started this blog....sitting in my tiny room in North London trying to figure which of my convoluted thoughts I should write about.... its funny how much my blog has evolved.... I barely have time anymore to discuss trivial issues... when i thrived on trivial issues in the past. Sometimes i re-read old blogs and go 'how did i ever pen that down'... but i think its all a nice reminder of when i was young an insistently stupid Hahahaha

The name Mamuje was given to me in University....a long time ago. Apparently it means 'Mother of smoke'. Mama Uje.... Don't ask me but the name stuck. So I decided to name my blog just that. In case you were wondering...

Not much to report so here is to another blissful 5 years....

M'je