The perfect tan....

We were sitting in the park between church services and two of my girlfriends commented on how nicely tanned one of my guy friends was...the weather in london has been really good this weekend so the guy (with the nice tan) had been biking, playing lawn tennis etc in the sunshine. But he was quite cute when responding to their complimentary observation. He said, "Oh, I just put my shorts on and get to that colour naturally....". It's nice when we make the most of what God gives us and have some fun along the way...:)

My identity is in Him

I received two of the biggest compliments ever in the past week or so. They both related to my identity. A girlfriend called me a child of God, and a guy friend said I was filled with the spirit (hmm, I wonder how he knows..:)). It beats just being fun, interesting (another word for wacky I am told), sweet....:) I love how my identity is centred around God, it is all about Him. And He is truly awesome. And it's fun knowing all this before I leave my twenties for good...:)

Bicycles...

I was having dinner with one of my girlfriends a week ago. We were talking about guys. We are both by nature quite "hyper" girls and thought maybe a laidback guy would suit each of us. But maybe not too laidback though...She recounted this story of a guy who said "muy bien" to everything and "no se" when asked a question/for further information. And he only talked about one thing - bicycles. We decided we both needed a bit of variety in life, wouldn't you agree? Hmm, no se, mi amigo, no se...:)

Iya- Ile (First Wife)

I went to see the Nigerian play, Iya Ile a couple of weeks back at Soho Theatre with a couple of friends. It was great - the play poked fun at issues which could be argued are quite central to (some parts of) Nigerian society (corruption, s419 schemes, the rich/poor divide, polygamy, pastors who are really "bling" and rather dubious, status in society, the so-called freedom fighters/revolutionists who are't really etc). The pidgin English and dancing were really cool, the acting was superb (the actors and actresses were stunning). And I had great company, I went along with two beautiful, witty Nigerian girlfriends. We also later had dinner in a nearby dinky hotel. A pretty magical and refreshing evening. And we commented towards the end of the dinner that the pastor who was "bling" was quite hot. My cheeky friend commented, "like a good Muslim girl, I tightened my scarf when I realised how good-looking he was". I had never laughed so hard in my life.

These hands don't make fufu....

My girlfriends and I were in the Rhap one night checking out each other's hands (as you do :)). One of them while holding my hands, told me "these hands don't make/pound fufu....". :) I found that so cute, I still do. I still miss GH. I think I always will. I should return, at least so I can learn to make fufu. Maadwo.

Home....

I am at home in my Father's presence. Home is wherever He is. It is good getting back into church life in London town. My desire is to walk in everything he has for me. The words from the song Hosanna from the Hillsong album "Saviour King" sum up how I am feeling at the moment...

Show me how to love like you have loved me
Break my heart for what breaks yours
Everything I have for your kingdom's cause
as I walk from earth into eternity

I love you Nyame.