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The Ramblings of a Dropout

It has been a fun year pretending to be a school dropout but alas, my gap year has come to an end and the time has come for me to be reunited with my education. It doesn’t matter that most of my brain cells are probably dead by now and I’ve forgotten how to learn boring stuff I have no interest in.
Fear not though, I have no plans whatsoever of abandoning my blog. I’m just here to share some thoughts on this unplanned year I have spent at home, in my city, the Buj aka Abuja.
Sometimes life won’t always work out the way we plan and that’s okay. Life happens (I no longer have life plans. I’m currently following a live in the present plan). Anyway, this year, I did a number of things, which I am proud of.
I started this blog and even though there have been times when blogging stopped being fun, it has been an interesting experience. I’m glad I did it.

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I learned (attempted to learn) French and even though I’m far from fluent, I’m getting there.

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I conquered mutant rats.

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Aladi vs Killer Mutant Rats

I learned how to sew clothes and I almost lost my finger in the process.

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I discovered a hidden love for football all thanks to the World Cup. Actually, I think I just like the World Cup. I don’t understand football leagues. I mean, how do you choose a club to support? On what basis do you make your choice? With the World Cup, I’m a default supporter of Nigeria because I’m Nigerian but how am I meant to choose a team in the English Premier League or Bundesliga to support? Plus, the World Cup is dramatic, with slow motion replays and emotional theme songs.

I miss hearing ‘Oweyaaaa’ every 5 minutes.

I learned how to drive.

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Well, not really.

I discovered my inner Picasso.

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I spent A LOT of time with my family and I got to know them better. I also learned more about myself in the process, which was strange but interesting.

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Baby Aladi

I started cycling again.

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I grew a beard.

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I also started working on my ‘DJ-ing’ skills just so I can be called DJ Ojay, because it rhymes.

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Although I’ve been away from school for quite some time, and was unsuccessful in switching to an English and Literature degree, I’m excited to go back and I’m looking forward to embracing my European and International Law degree (just saying ‘Law degree’ sounds boring).
I shall probably leave my blog title as it is because even though I’m off to university, deep down, I’m still a rambling dropout. (I know that doesn’t make any sense)
Thank you my lovely readers for trusting me with time you’ll never get back and I look forward to sharing my university adventures with you even if that means giving up my boring and uneventful lifestyle. You shall hear from me when you hear from me.
P.S. If you never hear from me, I just want you to know that I probably got lost in the world of coursework and deadlines while I was rediscovering what it feels like to be a student.

Love,

AA.

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We Should All Be Ambidextrous

This post was meant to go up weeks ago but I am the queen of procrastination and I can be terribly lazy sometimes. Also, WordPress gives me a headache anytime I try to put up a post.
This topic is part of my list of things that keep me up at night. Shouldn’t we all aim to be ambidextrous? I mean, what if you lose the hand you always rely on? What happens then? You would end up having to learn to use your non-dominant hand and feeling sorry for yourself. If you had learnt to use both hands from the start however, you won’t waste time trying to learn to use your non-dominant hand and moving on from losing one hand would be relatively easier.

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Take Ser Jaime Lannister, of the House of Lannister, Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, aka Kingslayer, aka Jaime in Game of Thrones, for example. If he had learnt to fight with his sword using both hands, losing his sword hand wouldn’t have been that big of a deal. Also he wouldn’t be wasting his time learning to use his left hand at this crucial period when he could be plotting how to sit on the Iron Throne like everyone else in Westeros. PRIORITIES! (To be fair, Jaime isn’t particularly a very politically ambitious man)

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As awfully pessimistic this might sound, I just feel that it is better to be prepared. This is why I am learning to use my left hand for things I normally use my right hand for. That’s why the drawings in this post look sort of sick but I’m getting there. I have no excuse for my terrible attempt at comic strips however.

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P.S. Same thing for learning Braille and moving around in the dark. Just in case.

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What I’ve learnt from Sewing Clothes

I have spent the last three months learning about patterns, cutting them out and sewing them. So, you are free to blame my absence on my sewing lessons. Well, I’m done and I’m back now (sort of) to share some of my thoughts on learning how to sew.

You require a truckload of patience.

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There will be times when you will need to rip out those really tiny stitches you just made and there will be times when you just feel like burning your sewing machine and burying the ashes 6ft under but these times will pass.

Invisible zips are the devil.

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Literally.

Being able to make your own clothes is greatly satisfying.

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I always feel a great sense of accomplishment when I make something and it actually fits! I can only describe this feeling as being akin to eating a really good doughnut. I don’t know, I just really like doughnuts.

You can’t make every outfit you see on Pinterest.

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And that’s okay. Some of us were made for the simple things in life. Not being able to make that loose-fitting playsuit with centre front button stand/zip, including cross over straps at the back shouldn’t get you down.

Don’t force it.


I can’t count the number of times I have botched up something I was making because I was tired, hungry or grumpy. If it isn’t working out, just leave it and come back when you no longer feel like cutting your fabric into pieces and smashing your sewing machine.

This post is obviously based off my experience when I was introduced into the world of patterns, fabric and needles. There might be people who are just born to sew and will have it easy from the start. Whatever your case might be, bonne chance!

Love,

AA.

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New Books!

Lately, I have been feeling a bit out of touch with my literary side and I felt the only way to solve this problem was to get new books.It doesn’t matter that I have about four books that I never got to finish reading; there’s just something exciting about getting new books.
I’m quite familiar with the authors of the books I purchased. I’m a bit sceptical about buying books by authors I have never heard of before.

But how would I get to discover new or hidden talent? I don’t know, everything good will come, perhaps?

Everything Good Will Come -Sefi Atta

Everything Good Will Come
-Sefi Atta

I read this many years ago but I have absolutely no clue what it is about. I just can’t remember. A few days back, my brother was complaining about something and I said to him, “everything good will come”. I then realised that this was the title of a book I had read in my youth years ago and as soon as I saw it in the store, I picked it up.

How Intelligence Kills -Okechukwu Ofili

How Intelligence Kills
-Okechukwu Ofili

I read Okechukwu Ofili’s blog and I follow him on Twitter and Instagram. I have read many excerpts from this book on his blog and I’m also a big fan of his sketches. For these reasons, this book was a must have for me.

I haven’t read these books yet and can’t really discuss them. I may or may not do a review when I do read them but if you’ve judged these books by their covers and they seem like your cup of yummy rooibos tea, you can get them here and here. I got mine at the Silverbird Lifestle Media store at Silverbird, Abuja. (They never have any new books by the way)

Have a lovely day!
AA.

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Manuscript Found In Accra: Paulo Coelho

 I recently read Paulo’s Coelho’s Manuscript Found In Accra. The book takes the form of a question and answer session, with the Copt, a Greek sage answering various questions directed at him by some inhabitants of a city about to be destroyed. I describe this book as Paulo Coelho’s guide to life and in this post, I am going to share what I consider to be the most impactful quotes from this great book.

Losing a battle or losing everything we thought we possessed will bring us moments of sadness, but when those moments pass we will discover the hidden strength that exists in each of us, a strength that will surprise us and increase our self-respect.

 

Solitude is not the absence of company but the moment when our soul is free to speak to us and help us decide what to do with our life.

 

In a desperate attempt to give meaning to life, many turn to religion, because a struggle in the name of faith is always a justification for some grand action that could transform the world.

 

If you are never alone, you cannot know yourself.

 

Don’t try to be useful. Try to be yourself: that is enough, and that makes all the difference.

 

Walk neither faster nor slower than your own soul, because it is your soul that will teach you the usefulness of each step you take.

 

We are afraid to change because we think that, after so much effort and sacrifice, we know our present world.

 

And tomorrow, when the sun rises, all you have to say is:

I am going to think of this day as the first day of my life.

 

And if I’m alone in bed, I will go over to the window, look up at the sky and feel certain that loneliness is a lie, because the Universe is there to keep me company.

 

Success comes to those who do not waste time comparing what they are doing with what others are doing; it enters the house of the person who says ‘I will do my best’ everyday.

 

Do not try to make the road shorter, but travel it in such a way that every action leaves the land more fertile and the landscape more beautiful.

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Have a lovely weekend everyone!

Love,

AA.

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The War is Over

Wasting My Life and Other Sorry Tales

I feel like I’m always apologizing for not rambling enough. While I honestly wish that I could update my blog frequently, sometimes life just happens. Last year, I was having a conversation with a friend about my gap year when he commented on how awkward it must be, being back in Nigeria. It struck me that he would say this. Why should being in your own country be awkward? But he had a point; I was sent off to boarding school at the age of ten and only ever came home for short holidays. All I knew was schoolwork, noisy meal times, sad and angry teachers (not all), annoying classmates, scary disciplinarians, priests and nuns and immature school children. Soon after secondary school, I went away for an International Foundation course, which lasted a year and I’m now back home, taking a gap year.

With the current state of things in Nigeria, –abductions, bombings, and killings− I haven’t really been in the mood to blog lately. I just couldn’t bring myself to put up blog posts that are meant to be funny and mostly irrelevant, considering the present situation. But life must go on, whether we like it or not and so, here I am.

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I no longer attend French lessons and I’ve been rather idle these past few weeks/months/years. I do nothing and even though I sleep for 20 hours a day, I look like I haven’t slept in years. I don’t even watch TV.

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I actually look like this all the time. It is at times like this that I’m really grateful to have my glasses.

I recently just learnt how to drive and I didn’t like it much. I’ve just not had a very pleasant experience with cars and roads. I once drove my mum’s car into a wall when I was eight or nine and I once had a near death experience while I was trying to cross the road.

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My driving instructor didn’t really help matters by constantly telling me to ‘commot fear from my mind’ and he succeeded in making me more nervous.

 *Big Truck approaches*

Driving Instructor: “Make you commot fear from your mind o! Don’t be afraid!

*I swallow non-existent saliva and proceed to move slower than a snail, hoping not to get crushed *

Driving Instructor (laughing): “Why you dey fear? This one no be moto like the one wey you dey drive?”

It’s either my instructor has a disability that does not allow him to differentiate between large trucks and tiny cars or he strongly believes in the David and Goliath story and I was not prepared to be David. But after two weeks of dodging trucks and large gutters, I am more confident in my driving abilities.

I feel bad sometimes for neglecting TROAD (I just made that up), for it has mostly been a source of happiness and relief since I decided to start rambling about my lost ways and the hopeful path to self-discovery. I’ve also ‘met’ some wonderful people and discovered great blogs as a result and so, I shall strive to keep TROAD alive! Thank you if you still bother checking what’s going on in this part of the Internet. Remain loyal like Chris Brown and have a wonderful weekend. (Sorry about the dry joke. I couldn’t help it) :D.

Love and Ramblings,

AA.


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For my non-Nigerian readers,

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*Why you dey fear? This one no be moto like the one wey you dey drive?- Why are you afraid? Isn’t the truck the same thing as the car you are driving?

 

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Music Monday: Beatenberg

Beatenberg is a Cape Town (South Africa) based pop band and although I only know of two songs by the trio, they are now my favourite band. I also find their videos interesting and creative.

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Pluto (Remember You)

 


 

Sorry about the infrequent posts; I have been busy with a lot of things -French lessons, moving houses, eating, sleeping, watching TV and I haven’t been able to post as often as I would have liked to. Well, I’m done attending French lessons and I hope start posting regularly. By the way, on the last day of my French lessons, I went to Chloe’s Cupcake Heaven (nothing really heavenly about it but I don’t really know as I have never actually been to heaven) and I got three scoops of ice-cream and cupcakes and it just felt extremely liberating. I would have loved to write a review but I didn’t take any pictures. However, the ice-cream was divine and the woman who gave me the cupcakes was rather impatient (I was just trying to choose wisely). I will probably visit again and do a proper review.

This doesn’t really have anything to do with Beatenberg or the songs; I just felt like sharing.

Love and regular blog posts,

AA.

 

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5 Reasons Why You Should Drop Out of School

Have you been thinking about dropping out of school recently? But you haven’t found a reason good enough to just do it like Nike? Fear not, for that is why I’m here. As long as you don’t intend on becoming a singer, rapper or actor, you should be fine. After reading these reasons, go ahead and drop out immediately.

This is why you should drop out of school.

Steve Jobs did it

 

Bill Gates did it

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Mark Zuckerberg did it

 

Ralph Lauren did it

 

I, the rambling dropout, did it

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Do you know what these people (except Steve Jobs and the rambling dropout) are doing now?

I don’t know why we’re still having this conversation.

Bon Samedi!

AA.