Buki's Musings.

  I’m not really keen on the nitty-gritty of storytelling or creative writing, so I’m pouring this straight from the heart onto these pages. A Rough Start to the Year 13-01-2025. My life as I knew it changed forever. It was a rough start to the year, as my very dearly beloved Daddy passed on. I had wanted to put my feelings—my hurt, grief, and confusion—into writing for a while now. But I was filled with dread and, might I add, a sense of cowardice. Everything felt like a dream. For the past three months, I’ve daily wished it was just that—a dream. In my head, writing this would jinx it. It would confirm that it’s not a dream at all. And that would mean it’s real. That my perfect gentleman is really… gone? I wasn’t ready. Am I now? Maybe I'm expecting some kind of cathartic effect by doing this. I’m not sure. But here I am. I’ve written bits and pieces about my parents before, so I’m kind of glad this isn’t the first time I’m singing my Dad’s praises. It’s not just because he’s p...

  “It’s not really my thing.” This was my response to my husband, who, for the second time that week, was nudging me to consider joining the league of lifestyle vloggers/bloggers. “You can do it now,” he encouraged me. But I have since learned that having the ability to do something doesn’t always translate to the desire to actually execute it. I said it wasn’t my thing because that path requires being comfortable with a tell-it-all approach to personal storytelling. I’m not exactly a private person, but at the same time, I tend to worry that starting something like “Keeping Up with Buki” vlogging or blogging would leave people saying: Cue track 1—Title: “Who Asked?” Artist: Nobody ft. It’s None of Our Business. Lol. However, I’m making an exception here. I don’t know why, but I just feel like sharing what life has been like over the last 12 to 14 months to commemorate my second son’s birthday.

 * Picks up a brush*  * Mutters under breath- Away with you, cobwebs and dust! A fitting task to mark the end of a 5-year hiatus. Yup! My last entry on this blog was published on October 12, 2019.

I hadn't recalled this particular embarrassing experience in years, until 2 days ago. Sometime during my undergrad years (2007 or 2008, not sure now), I belonged to a Christian music group. On what was to be our very first musical concert, the group leader entrusted me with the task of opening the programme with a rendition of Cece Winans' 'Alabaster Box'.

Seated at my desk in the office, with my fingers diligently striking the keys on my computer, I had a goal in mind, a target to meet. I needed to mark the last item on my to-do list as ‘Done’, in order to be able to confidently say I made the best use of my working hours.

Many have denounced their faith, many have reshuffled and 'slim-fitted' some of the core values of Christianity to fit their preferences. Many are operating on the 'my faith, my way' pedestal.

"I am just a nobody, telling everybody that there is SOMEBODY who can save everybody"- Melvin Graham This is going to be short, and straight to the point.

Since there is a ‘Coming to America’, I figured it’s ok to share my ‘coming to Lagos’ story too. It’s a peculiar one actually, but not so much of a big deal still.

This is the concluding part of a previous story. If you missed the first, before you read on, please click A Medley Of Thoughts(1) to get familiar. Tenkz.

I’m not sure I can really trace the starting point of the series of thoughts that began to play in my head as I sat in the bus on my way to work this morning,

So I clicked the 'New Post' tab to put my very first article here together but I honestly didn't know where this was going... I simply kept following my brain as it directed my fingers. Ok, so now I have opened my blog, finally! I know a couple of people that will be quite pleased that I have decided to tow this line, having given in to their nudges. I remember the first time a friend suggested the idea of owning a blog.