THINGS THAT MAKE ME GO HMMM

The SOUND OF MUSIC is to me and I am very sure a good number of many others, One of the all time greats. Evergreen and filled with lessons in love, relationships, education, moral values, effectiveness of music, talent, consolation, pain and the list goes on. One thing the movie also did for me was open my eyes to the fact that children who live behind high fences built by their parents or Gaurdians, are dying to get out. Which is why once such kids get a window of freedom... They can be very baaaaaaaaaaaad. Haven been denied those favourite things they craved for so long.

As a lover of music, the other thing that endeared me to the movie is the song My Favourite Things. The lyrics, though different from what my ordinary list will ever be by a stretch of the 3RD MAINLAND bridge, allowed me to put the things that made me feel good in perspective. The closest the lyrics came to my list was "Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes"... Close but not close enough. If the lyrics had said (sing it like you would 'girls in white...) " Full figured ladies in silk rustling dresses" aha! Oleku... Tell me something WEY I no fit do...


Something inside me makes me break into a smile when I see an hour glass lady in a well filled outfit, with everything in THE RIGHT PROPORTION. Had to write that in caps. Because if you have extra curricular flesh like a carry over 5 unit course and you run into me anywhere, don't start holding me to a smile, by force. Like the lady who wore a sleeveless outfit to church the other day, looking like an alien with 4 breasts! She had 2 C cup breasts under her armpit and still had the celestial temerity to raise her hands when we got up to sing the hymn "All things bright and beautiful"... I had to disagree. She made me go worship in Children's church. So yes, well filled clothes make me go hmmm... But there is a thin line between hmmm and HABA!

Unless you are battling home trouble, it would surprise me, if cream caramel doesn't make you salivate. That taste is like hardened condensed milk garnished with a generous amount of HORLICKS. The colour, the texture, the shaky shaky feel and how it easily succumbs to the spoon as you scoop it... Hmmm. I always tell myself, I can burn "this" calories. Something that soft can't be so hard to burn, or can it? What cares me?!!

Right next to cream caramel is waffles. I think they are both on the same hmmm-age level. With syrup or without... Waffle, a processed consequence of flour can make you face the consequences when it's time to do number two. But yet, I can waffle 4 adult size waffles without any liquid complements to soften the digestive process, and that is just as a meal starter o. HMMM.

The number one undisputed thing that makes me go hmmm has to be a little baby's smile and laugh. There is something about the unadulterated reason for it as well as the fact that "I" not anyone else caused it. Even when when someone makes it happen, I still get that hmmm feeling, but mine is better. The smile or laugh is not informed by what the child knows or stand to gain. It's a pure act. If I had my way I would have 30kids but someone must take them from me after age 4. Yes after that age, the fun is gone. They even start talking back. Then they make you go HUH?!!

Let me ask you one personal question. Have you been locked in a good kiss and had to only come up to take a breath and dive back into it? Ok. The ayes have it! A good kiss can be the game changer for some people when it picking a life Patner boils down to a matter of choosing between NGOZI and PAMELA. Pamela may be tush and all, dressed to the tee all the time, smell nice, great job, MBA, been-to, Sienne Allwell Brown diction, a body that makes you want to call a Priest right away and say "Father I want to commit a sin... Just so you know" but she smokes and feasts on garlic like its chewing gum... AND CAN'T KISS. Ngozi on the other hand, is a local from Mbaise-to-Lagos babe. Just average. But a good girl by all standards. Maybe 3 rungs down the ladder in class compared to Pamela. But she has a multilingual tongue. FFRENCH, GERMAN, ITALIAN, BRITISH... Bring it on! She will kiss away your sorrow. Now, that's greatness. NGOZI?... Yes, NGOZI. Final answer.

How about some soft, well seasoned and easy to chew pomo... Aka show boy... Aka kpomo? No need to explain this. Especially when it submits itself to your molars just as quietly as a boiled egg would. Hmmm

When it comes to having a refreshing bath, I can go without one if I have no access to hot water. I will towel dry the vital parts and shower my self with a perfume. There is something about hot water that washes your grease away! I am a warm blooded person. I entertain warm thoughts. Even my guy called Freeze likes warm water AMAWE... Now you know why I prefer Dubai to London.

You obviously would have heard that knowledge is power. Very true. People who exude strokes of intelligence, perpetual traits of brilliance and exhibits same in their actions and utterances have the same feeling on me like watching a good movie. So there you have a combo. A good movie with great dialogue and well produced script ( Woody Allen ish) and cerebral people bring a smile to my face always. They warm my heart. I believed in the output of the brain so much that a cerebral woman could get a waiver from some of the 5Bs. (BACK THEN) Which is why when I read a tweet or quote that makes sense, I either retweet, favourite it, store to memory, or just plain smile and nod. Yet some olodos will wonder why they are ignored. Guess there is no need to mention just how much I hate the opposite. No. This piece is not about them.

Should have mentioned a good article or book in the last paragraph as well. Bet you can read this and insert it somewhere there. If the story is fluid, plot(s) is (are) nicely twisted around a creatively blended language... You got me. This also covers poetry and sonnets.

Was it William Shakespare that said, if music be the food of love play on? It may be the food of love, but for me, I think good music is the food for thought. It inspires, teaches, encourages, heals and makes me go hmmm. I love lyrics. They speak to me. That's why Djinee, TUFACE, Darey, Cobhams Asuquo, Omanwumi, Sound Sultan and the likes who spend time on their lyrics have their hands on my ATM card.

Just for the sake of people who do not know the lyrics of that sound track I talked about, I will paste it below. Because I have noticed that in Nigeria we have the habit of fabricating our own lyrics for songs. Even people who have access to Internet and as such Google, do it. And they will sing the wrong lyrics at the top of their voices. Those who fabricated or sang "Sandalilili sandalili" will know where I am heading. Have you heard some Lagos bands castrate an old school song that you grew up loving because the lead singer couldnt spend a little time to learn lyrics? Mscheew! Anyway, here is MY FAVOURITE THINGS... from The Sound of Music Soundtrack

Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens
Brown paper packages tied up with strings
These are a few of my favorite things

Cream colored ponies and crisp apple streudels
Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles
Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings
These are a few of my favorite things

Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes
Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes
Silver white winters that melt into springs
These are a few of my favorite things

When the dog bites
When the bee stings
When I'm feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don't feel so bad

I really can go on and on about the things that make me go hmmm but you know that will not be nice. What I can quickly say here is that the last verse of the song MY FAVOURITE THINGS is really the reason for this posting. It says "When the dog bite, when the bee stings, when I'm feeling sad, I simply remember my favourite things And then I don't feel so bad". That is the reason why we all should have things that make us go hmmm. Even things that make us go hmmmmmmmmm... Depending on you moaning threshold.

When things get really bad like it has been in Nigeria, we need God, friends and those things that make us go hmmm.