I hate spaghetti.
I really really hate spaghetti. That’s probably a tad hypocritical, because I’m indifferent (I don’t hate, just indifferent) to noodles. In my opinion, Spaghetti is stress, and any sauce you eat it with, no matter how delicious, is wasted. The taste of it is like that of a thousand sufferings, all rolled into tiny strands.
I usually begin by reading my review of the previous year. This year, I really didn’t want to know.
Suffering in tiny strands, stirred in incredibly delicious sauce.
That, in a nutshell, describes my 2014.
The year kicked off on a high; I was coming off a very successful project we handled towards the end of last year, and, as I looked ahead into the new year, I was full of hope that all would be well, and it would be a year of absolute success and total domination. “I was going to ball”, I thought.
I couldn’t have been more delusional.
This year has been one of ups and downs. In my case however, the downs would have outweighed the ups, but for the most amazing gift that God brought into my life. That singular occurrence, it made it all worth it. Thus, I can truly look back, and say I have been blessed this year.
My relationship with my immediate family took a new turn; I realised it’s actually possible to be on good terms with my parents. My mum also came through for me many times; that’s a huge deal, if you really know me and for it, I’m grateful.
You see, sometimes, you’re holding on to something with all your might – you probably even get the feeling that you need to let go, because it’s not the best for you; hurtful and is leading nowhere – and you don’t let go still, until you have no other choice. Then you do, and realize that, the fact that you were holding on, was holding you back, and eating into your happiness. That’s one of the greatest experiences I had in 2014, and, for it, I’m thankful.
I was privileged to be part of #ChristmasOnTheStreetz for the second year running; it’s an initiative spearheaded by Ada and Maddy that seeks to bring joy to the underprivileged by celebrating Christmas with them every year; bringing smiles to the faces of the people whose everyday realities are much scarier than mine. I took one look at the smiles on those kids faces last year, and I made up my mind to always be a part of it, no matter where I am. This year’s edition was just as awesome as last year’s, and the experience just reminded me that, rather than complain about what’s not going quite as you want in your life, and rant about what you didn’t or don’t have, always take a moment to thank God and appreciate what you DO have.
I could go on and talk about how this year has been really bad and crappy, and how it has dragged by slowly and painfully, but, I’ve chosen to focus only on the positives. This year, lost 18 kg between the very first time I stepped into a gym on the 21st of July and now. I also learnt that friendship is really an amazing thing, and, when you have real friends who go the extra mile with you, and who love you wholeheartedly, it is all easier to bear.
So, to Atinuke – my very best friend, the woman after my heart, my rock, my everyday Christmas gift – Thank You! The past couple of months have been amazing, and they have been the highest point of my life. I thank God for keeping you for me while I searched around the world for something that has been right under my nose for about 2 years. I realize how lucky I am, and I promise never to forget.
To my ride or die hommies; friends who would never accept for me to go below the standards that I’ve set for myself, who came through for me, even when it was inconvenient: Uche, Yinka, Fola, Wale, Ized, Queen, Okiki, Aisha, Bose, Sonia, etc., thank you for being there, for holding my hand when it all seemed bleak and lost, when it looked like tomorrow wouldn’t come, thank you for never for once turning me away; I’m grateful and blessed to have you guys, and I pray that the Almighty God continues to grant me exactly what I need to be worthy of your friendship.
Another important lesson I learnt this year about friendship, is, when you’re cut off from someone’s life, one must learn to stay cut off. Don’t try to amend or correct an unwanted friendship. So to all my friends who are no longer “friends”, I’m sorry. I’ve learnt lessons, and I plan to do better going forward.
My year wouldn’t be complete without special mention to the entire TPL team; to the Board (sounds cool, right? :D) (on which I serve as one of the organisers), you guys are the most creative, totally and refreshingly random bunch of people I’ve ever had the privilege of knowing. There’s something about an idea whose time has come, and this is it. The TPL is going places, and I’m glad to have been a part of it from the very start.
To my team, my guys, my blood, my brothers, the Blues team at the TPL; the #TheAnikitos, thank you guys for allowing me the privilege of being your Manager. I’m sorry for all my misdeeds and bumbling, and for the fact that we’re not where we should be yet. I promise that we’ll get there, as long as I have your support. #TheAnikitos will rise again! That is my belief.
To ‘Funlola, my friend, my boss – thank you for the opportunity to work with you, and for all the time I’ve harassed and frustrated you. You’re an amazing person, I pray the year 2015 turns out to be all that we’ve desired and more, and that the almighty crowns all our effort with good success.
To Odera and Kola, you guys have been awesome this year. I pray the new year gets even better.
To every other person who has been a part of my life this year, I’m grateful.
So, please raise your glasses with me: Here’s to a new year; may it bring with it many good things. May it be blessed for everyone, and may the lines fall for us in pleasant places.
*raises glass* Cheers!!!