For the love of all things relaxing

THE LEGEND OF IYA MUDA
     It is often said that the best delicacies maybe even anythings are found in the most unlikely places. Such was the case of Iya Muda as she was fondly called. Her ‘dundu’ (fries) were nothing short of heavenly. Imagine if you could get a taste of paradise in potato fries, hmm there you got it. Hot big potato fries with freshly fried akara, crisp golden brown dodo, a well fried meat bursting with flavours and an unexplainably curled ponmo that has enjoyed the baptism of ata dindin, Lord! That orgasmic taste. After the roundabout, along a dirt road that seems like the road to a herbalist in a Nollywood movie, just by the left by that road side was Iya Muda, the light in the dark and maker of goodness aka the fries. The fries that can throw a home into disarray and perhaps even fix some, dundu that can beckon on the god of thunder ‘ Sango’ and cause a dusk to dawn curfew. This might seem like such an exaggeration but this dundu wrecked a family.
    It is one of the most popular stories of Orita Meta. Kasim, a boy of about nine who just happened to come from a polygamous home stole some amount of money with which he bought this spectacular bowl of goodness from Iya Muda. His father from returning from his welding business discovered his loss and summoned all his household to find this ‘armed robber’ buried deep within his household. After endless questions which yielded no result, Iyawo kekere brought this ‘wonderful’ idea to turn the holy book. Indeed they did and it fell on Sanjo another child in the household which resulted in a ruckus. Iya Sanjo decided to clear her son’s name and as such hers and told the household that she would consult Sango, the god of thunder.
      The night was eerily quiet and his woman called her children to ‘press their stomachs’ and get the truth before it becomes inevitable. It is said that a head that will get punished will find that punishment even to the ends of the earth. Indeed, it was rainy season and all circumstances arranged itself such that within the twinkling of an eye, all was set. On that faithful day, the rain that fell couldn’t even qualify as rain, it couldn’t even qualify as a drizzle but the thunder boomed so loud that children ran to hold on to their mothers and the old ones knew judgment was here. Kasim died but nothing was placed on his body and so his mother ‘knew’ that her son didn’t steal anything and it was only a decoy to kill her only son and deprive her of her husband’s inheritance and that became the start of the war. The abandoned storey building bears witness.
      It was also rumored that the Baale would always buy the dundu especially when he offended his wife and that marked the beginning of the resolution of their fights. Good old days.
     Iya Muda also had an intricate knowledge of the Nigerian change system as complex as it is. You can never shortchange Iya Muda with her change. She will get her money to the last kobo. It was also rumoured that she was the fourth daughter of the famous ‘Alajo Somolu’ and that she once cheated a ghost of her change so much that the ghost took one of her eyes, this may have been because of the late night frying or the devil’s lantern that can’t see brighter than a ripe pawpaw when placed side by side, well, we’re not sure of the details.
    What I’m sure of is this particular incidence. I was sitting in my mum’s shop by the side of the road just behind Iya Muda’s stall when a fine car parked and made some orders. You know those orders that might seem confusing for an average trader but not Iya Muda. She handled it like a pro. The only problem was when the man counted wards of crisp one thousand naira notes as payment and demanded change. Some people are rich but cannot be cheated out of their money while some are just plain canny, well, I guess Iya Muda met her match with this one. They went back and forth with ‘ehm, oya bring 100 naira lemme give you 400’ and ‘you can bring that 50 naira let me give you 600 like that, do you understand?’ at a point even I was confused and gave up, but not this rich customer. After a while they ‘settled’ it or so I thought until minutes after the exchange, Iya Muda started raining curses on the ‘unfortunate, good for nothing man that’ll never see good in his life’ who just turned out to be the same ‘blessed customer’ of some minutes back. Apparently, he got the upper hand in that transaction in Iya Muda’s bid to outsmart him or maybe it was just God teaching her a lesson. I couldn’t laugh out loud but I was happy and told as many people as I could. Maybe she learnt her lesson, maybe she didn’t, I’ll never know ‘cause we packed away from there and I still miss those fries till now, never have I found a match nit to talk of a better fry maker than Iya Muda. That woman is a legend.

Welcome to #MujateroMonday😂
Sorry it's coming late, better late than never right?


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OMO AYAN.

For the love of all things spoken

 In every word I see,
 There is only one thing to believe,
 "I'm gold", they say,
 Born out of pain by day
 And misery by night
 Emerging to shine as light,
 I rise from the ashes like a phoenix,
 Like oil and water, I and failure don't mix,
 I'm the wind I hear,
 But I'm also the gem so dear,
 I don't know all I've got,
 I am these and a lot more,
 I leave people struck in awe,
 I don't fully know who I am, but I know who I'm not.

Welcome to #SundaySpecial, this is the beginning of another week, no negative vibes this week. Own it like a boss that you are and remember to rest and stay hydrated.

Till next time
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OMO AYAN.

For the love of all things motivational

This is just to let you know you've got this.  It always seem like you have no clue what next to do or where next to go, take a deep breath and keep going. Even when no one believes in you, remember, someone somewhere is waiting on you to succeed.   Someone somewhere will never meet you if you don't.  Just stay calm and keep going. You've got this.
#mondaymotivation
 See you at the end of the week.

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OMO AYAN.

For the love of all things holy

 Here's your Sunday dose. Welcome to sabbath Sunday. Imagine, after finally agreeing to wear this cloth, I get to church only to see Iya Segun, the self empowered fashion police checking out what people are wearing and then "calling them aside for counselling ". Hmm, I tire o but let me rant in peace, I've noticed she's not the only one so I've compiled a list of 10 sets of people you'll definitely find in every church.
1. Angry birds
    These ones are just angry at everybody and everything for no reason. Blame it on the hormones, cause it's mostly women or teenagers so I'm letting them off free and quick confession: I've been part of that crew but then again, who hasn't?

2. Team Teletubbies:
 It's only fair to talk about the forever happy ones.  I mean, even with the state of the nation? They usually have an amazing colour combo that makes you wonder if they got dressed by Jimmy Neutron's stylist.  But they also have a great sense of humor you can't fault. They are joyful and always lighten up the room.

3. Team Shaku Shaku
    Awon dancer, dancing at everything including worship. Kilode? These ones can't just wait to shaku shaku.

4. Team Nigeria 
These ones came to slay. They just can't help themselves and do they really slay or what? 👌 

5. NatGeoWild
 Hmm. They'll wear heels and then be walking anyhow. Aunty shukura,  wear normal cloth mba,  o su mi o.

6. Gifty
These ones can cry for Africa. Any small song and you'll hear "oh, Lord!" And then start crying and rolling on the floor , in my own opinion they cannot go broke if they were professional mourners but then again, what do I know?

7. Ayamatanga
Awon eyan chaka Zulu. These ones legit look like witches and they will still be creepily looking at you. Even when your eyes meet, they won't look away. They are the ones that make us close our eyes and pray in church.

8. Nurse koin koin
In their minds,  they probably think they are like Kim k but they look like bob risky. Na so so heels dem dey wear. You no get slippers? !!

9. Mr secretary
Akowe agba.  Always taking notes, notes that I'm sure they'll not eventually read. Any small thing, they have brought out pen. Mtcheww. Secretary to the president on media matters.

10. Ah don care, ah don Care
These ones don't care. They can change from Suzie to Shukura Alagbo in a jiffy.  They are real and we love them.

You've enjoyed the list now and I'm sure you've noticed them too. Bhet how? Hmm how you sef take notice am? Aunty better go to church and listen to your God.  Face God and don't form hard guy. If you want to cry, do, dance nko? No wahala. Worship God in spirit and truth and stop doing ofofo. Enjoy your Sunday.💋

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OMO AYAN.

FIRST OF ALL: INTRODUCTION

     Hola peoples, my name is Eunice and I'm your omo ayan. Welcome to my blog
 I'm a student and an oddly fascinating person. I enjoy writing and even though I constantly critique my own writing, I feel like it's time for the world to read them too. Welcome to my thought and imagination.  You'll get to know more of me subsequently.  This is your very own omo ayan signing out, welcome once again.

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OMO AYAN.

For the love of all things fun: Life of an owanbe major

My name is Yinka and I'm an Owanbe addict.  I'm from a family of acada people and as such owanbe is not a hereditary thing for me, it's more like an acquired attribute. I can't say for sure where I got it from or at what point owanbe and I became inseparable but this I can tell you, I'm loving it.😋
I attend parties a lot. Gele tieing-A1, Makeup nko-excellent, shaku shaku, lit👌. People who know me with my parents are usually shocked to see me on the dance floor. I remember the first time my parents saw me dance, they were so surprised but had to act natural so it won't seem they don't know their daughter. This is me, I'm a surprise package,  what can I say? And the key to opening me is good music and maybe a couple of friends cause I tell you "I cannot be crazy alone" and a lit gang is all you need to surf the waves of life.

    Sha sha, I'm an introvert so all of that happens in my head. Not the dancing part tho. I can dance if I do say so myself but I try to do it in parties where my parents are not in attendance.  I don't know why. Oh and that part about my parents' reaction,  is true.

*tomorrow is the official opening day and this is just a special for y'all. You'll meet me, the omo ayan tomorrow. Can't wait😚


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OMO AYAN

FORCE

 Hello there, this blog is all about you and will come online officially on Sunday, 22nd July, 2018. Here's a little teaser for you:
   
      FORCE
  There's a powerful force,
  It's you.
  There's a weaker force,
  It's me.
  Only I can stop you
  I'm glad it's me
  But I'm scared      
  I'm scared of holding such power over you
 What if?
 What if I'm stopping you for the wrong reasons      
 What if it's not intentional
 It's even worse if it is
 It's love
 Even though I'm scared
 We'll navigate together
'Cause me and you baby
 Make the most formidable force    


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OMO AYAN