Saturday, 10 March 2012

2011 In Review


In January 2011, I moved to Athens, Greece! What was I thinking? Moving to a country with a declining or I should say dead economy. People speaking what might be one of the oldest languages but definitely one I do not understand. I guess I wanted a different perspective on life and I must say I have definitely got a different perspective. A year has gone by and I have survived!

January
The month was spent mostly in hotels, so I can’t really count that as living in Athens. A couple of things hit me by surprise though.


  • I was not allowed to flush toilet paper in the toilets – this really panicked me. Many hygiene standards were forced on me as a child and one of them was dumping your waste and all the paraphernalia that goes with it.

  • There were stray dogs everywhere! From Dalmatians to Alsatians to Mongrels. I’m not an animal lover (quite the opposite as I’ve had many bad encounters with animals, especially dogs).

  • You could stop your car in the middle of a single lane road, as long as you put on your hazard lights. Totally disallowed according to my understanding of the UK Highway code or even the Nigerian jungle justice code.

  • Smoking was rampant – in and out, up and down, everywhere. I suffered from bad asthma when I was younger and fatter, and I sure did not want to become addicted to steroids again.

I real did wonder if I was still in Europe.


On the positive side, I re-discovered the sweet and wonderful taste of fruits and Greek tomatoes.

February
I spent most of the month out of Athens so I don’t really have any memory of the month apart from paying for an apartment. I went back to the UK to get my belongings packed up and ready to be shipped. I also raided Costco for all the little comforts I needed to keep me sane – groceries, cleaning agents, furniture. I’d been to a few supermarkets in Athens and the prices of almost everything foreign was double the UK prices i.e. triple the Costco prices.
I was in Ukraine for about two weeks - my first time in the former Soviet Union. There was an abundance of tall leafless trees, snow covered hills and Lada’s - even the police used Lada’s to cruise the towns. I’m guessing there is no crime in Ukraine.
No highway chase expected in Odessa, Ukraine.

March
My belongings were moved into my apartment. It is a lovely apartment with more space than I was familiar with in England. It had been quite an experience viewing apartments – creepy, ancient antiques, clean, unfurnished. The Greeks take the unfurnished concept to a whole new level, all the fittings without the furniture, no appliances. You basically get walls, doors, baths, toilets and sinks. Telos! C’est fini!
My aunt and cousin (love you both!) came to visit the day after I moved in. It was really great to have them while I adjusted to my apartment. We went downtown to see the Parthenon (Acropolis) from the bottom of the mount, visited the Mall of Athens and played around with some Greek cuisine. The humble and simple gyros and the Greek salad were absolutely delish (delicious for my more cultured readers).

April
I experienced some frustration with driving, the banks and the supermarkets. The driving habits of Greeks have quite a reputation but having lived and driven in Lagos, Nigeria, I must say it is not quite as bad. However, like Lagos driving, the speed limit signs might as well be street decorations.
The banks operating in Greece including the international banks must have one of the most archaic and inefficient customer service / processes in Europe. All doubts I had about Greece being in Europe kind of vanished. I decided to think of Europe in two parts – Western and Central/Eastern. If I can compare banks in Greece with banks in Nigeria – I’d take GT, Skye and may be even Zenith over the Greek banks. For starters, the Greek banks shut at 2 p.m. – who does that in the 21st century? A monthly payment standing order needs to be renewed monthly – what exactly is the order?

The lovely Olawoyin family visited – it has gone beyond Club 1000. They helped me get familiar with Greek roads – thanks for the TomTom map. We visited the Acropolis Museum where we viewed the marble statues of Athena, Thisseas, Athena, and err… Athena, and Athena again.

I started building on my Greek vocabulary:


  • kali mera – good morning

  • kali spera – good afternoon

  • kali nikhita – good night

  • parakalo – welcome, excuse me ( you can’t go wrong with this one)

  • epheristo – thank-you

  • enya – nine (door number of my office)


May
I did not spend too much time in Athens. Two weeks in Italy – Milan and Rome, a week in Budapest and a weekend in London. Glad to be out of Athens. I’ll reserve the stories on my travels for other blogs.

June
I was training for a 5K in July. I ventured on the streets of Athens for a run. It was my first positive experience of the steep roads of Athens – an uneventful run, no dogs encountered.
My Greek internet saga begins! Quite a frustrating month, considering I had moved into my apartment and had been paying for an internet connection for 3 months – I still had no working internet connection. I was advised to have strong words with the provider but the strength was lost in translation. I spent days in my apartment without any connection to the World Wide Web. A nightmare in modern times. A very resourceful and kind-hearted colleague, Christos, helped with acquiring internet on the go - such a relief to reconnect on WhatsApp, Skype, Facebook without having to go to the mall in search of free Wi-Fi.

July
Still no working internet connection at home but still paying!
I was introduced to Ade (the only other Nigerian in my part of Athens) and thanks to him, life in Athens was a bit more bearable. I attended the Omo Oduduwa Day in Athens with Ade on the day we met. This is not generally the type of place I like to hang-out but it was surely a lot of fun. It was a true Nigerian - Yoruba style party. The $1 bills were ‘sprayed’ across the dance floor and 90% of the guests were dressed in the same fabric.
Ade also found me a church, St Andrews in Kifissia with lovely people. I really needed a connection with other Christians before I lost fellowship completely.

August
Still no working internet connection at home but still paying!
My weekends were spent cooking, feeling lonely, watching tv and going to the beach. I had my first visit to a Greek island – Hydra in the Saronic Gulf - a very charming island with no cars except for the waste disposal van and donkeys as the main mode of transport. I opted for trekking a few miles to Vlihos beach. The sunset in Hydra is not hyped but was quite serene and rewarding.

My aunt (friend’s mum) came visiting and we explored the fishes of Greece. Tsipoura (gilt-head bream) is my favourite. We also took a one hour trip to Sounion, ruins of the temple of Poseidon. After an hour of driving we looked at the columns and left, none the wiser. There was no obvious attempt to educate the public on the history of the columns or of the achievements of Poseidon unlike the very similar standing rocks of Stonehenge. There’s a clue to why the Greek economy is suffering.
My garden bloomed with vanillias (plums to the English), peaches, apple and pomegranates and I spent the rest of the month anticipating Belinda and Bimbo’s visit, hoping for my next island trip.

September
Santorini! Visited the very much hyped Santorini and was a bit disappointed with the sunset – we waited for hours and then it performed its disappearing act in all of two minutes. It was quite an act but I can’t imagine that the sun reserves this performance for just Santorini residents and visitors. It was great having friends over and we had many late nights just chatting away. And then there was the BBQ for Belinda and Bimbo’s send-off. Ade was the very capable and talented chef. A nice game of charades with new friends (introduced on the day) ended late in the morning, and all seemed right with my Greek social life.
Still no working internet connection at home but still paying!

October
I completed the Shine London Half Marathon night walk in all of 4 hours and 30 minutes and I can’t remember much of the month. I took a week’s break before I started training for the Athens Marathon – 10K race. I moved my training to the confines of my cheap and cheerful gym after months of running around in circles at Zirinio Stadium. I spiced up my training by switching from Life Fitness, Technogym and StarTrac treadmills from day to day.
The internet connection at home starts working - intermittently!

November
I was away on vacation for most of the month. I wasn’t really sure what I missed most of my previous abode but I sure was glad to be away from Athens. The internet still working intermittently.

December
Back in Athens but the main thing on my mind was the Christmas vacation in the UK. The internet now working full time on weekends and intermittently on weekdays. Who cares? Wi-Fi works 24-7 in the UK.

A year in Athens with many frustrating things but after all said and done, I can mention at least three things I like about Greece (a challenge by my colleagues when I complained a lot in the earlier months).

I like the food – tomatoes, olive oil, pastichio.
I like my apartment when it is not cold.
I like Hydra.

Let’s hope I can add to the list in 2012.

Sunday, 20 March 2011

The Fallacy of Thinking You Are Giving To God

He owns us. He owns every resource in the world. He doesn't need our giving. We should give not because of obedience but to show our gratitude and pave way for more. Not a bribe but to show that we are aware that without Him we have nothing.

Thursday, 27 January 2011

Proverbs 15:1

A gentle answer deflects anger, but harsh words make tempers flare.
New Living Translation

Tuesday, 14 December 2010

Awesome God

God is

Always
Wowing,
Exceeding,
Surpassing
Our
Many
Expectations!

Monday, 15 November 2010

Life: A Tapestry of Friendships

Friends are like siblings God didn't put in our families but gives us the opportunity to earn them. Family members are sometimes friends.

A friend will be there to cry with you in bad times; laugh with you in good times; strategize with you in tough times; gets you moving when you are being slow; tells you off when you are being unreasonable... And all other clichés you've heard of.

Friends are there for a season - your whole life season, single season, divorce season, career season, loneliness season. I've had all sorts of friends and though some may no longer be friends I thank God for their contributions to the season.

• The friends that helped me through my broke days in university - shared their meals when I had none.
• The friends that studied with me through my professional qualification - woke me up at night to study.
• The friends that stand by me when I'm low and standby to hold my hands and lift me up - praying for my health, advising & encouraging through career lows.
• The friends that thought me worthy of their friendship even when my life was without direction - talking to me about my wrong life choices, risking my wrath and exposing their hidden weaknesses.

Those friends were and are a part of the tapestry of my life.

I'm currently crocheting an afghan of 11 colours - grey, blue,copper, burgundy, brown, teal, sea green, baby pink, light yellow, magenta, lime green. Some of those colours are vibrant and some are dull; I love some and like some; some standout and some blend in with others. These colours all remind me of my friends and collectively of my life. A mix of experiences.

I am thankful to God for the friends that have helped shape the person I am today. I am thankful that although I fought some of them, in hindsight I see them as friends. I am thankful for second chances with some - to reconnect with an understanding of what they mean to me.

Thank-you friends - Seasonal or Forever friends.

(I wrote this blog on a weekend away with friends and I had them in mind while writing. You know yourselves and so do some of those I have referred to above.)

Monday, 8 November 2010

Tribute to my Pastor Bimbo Odukoya

Written on the 14th of December 2005 while working at Congleton all alone grieving.

Pastor Bim – God’s role model to our generation

She definitely did God proud, as a wife, a mother, a pastor, a Christian. We love her and wish she could remain with us forever (till Christ comes calling) but God had other plans. When I heard she had survived the plane crash - I imagined the testimony she will give in church. But that would have been just one person's testimony (with Pastor Bim, we know that's equal to thousands), now in her death millions her talking about her. Not about how beautiful she was but the real testimony is about how she served in God's kingdom.

She served God with passion (even more passion than I had when I first answered God's call) till the very end - she died in battle. All of us who remain must emulate her. I wonder if I can be that passionate about the kingdom of God - but rather than ponder I will act. In my own little way, I will make sure that all she taught and lived is not lost on me. I will seek to please God in all I do.What will people say about me when I die? Would I be remembered for pleasing God and doing His work? Or will I be remembered for living my life?For Pastor Bim - I remember her for living her life which was all about pleasing God. She was God's role model to our generation.

Wednesday, 6 October 2010

Size 0 ain't my thang!

Just thought I should balance my views after the 31.7 kg lighter blog.

Size 0 ain’t my aim! I’m not trying to be skinny – slim would be nice. I don’t begrudge ladies that sit down, crouch and yet have no folds. I’m not jealous that some people can walk around all day in a tight body-clinging fabric (called a tube dress in 90s). I think they are all very lucky particularly when they reach the big 3-0 and start to fill out naturally or by reason of baby brooding. At this point in their lives they put on a few pounds and start to look like what us plus-size people aim for.

But let’s spare a thought for all the skinny ladies that were size 0 in their adolescent years who had to put up with being ignored at parties because the boys were interested in the early springers. All their jeans looked like the ‘boyfriend’ cut before it was fashionable.

My point is there are downsides to being skinny, fat or even ideal weight.

Skinny (Young & lonely, old & happy)
If you start out skinny, then you probably have endured some lonely parties in your adolescent years. You get to 30 and you start to fill up and you are in good stead.

Ideal (Young & happy, old & bothered)
If you start out an ideal weight, it’s fun while growing up. Then you get to 30 and start to fill up. Aaargh! Where is the gym? You are used to being perfect and that’s suddenly disappeared!

Fat (Young & just ok, old & happy with yourself)
If you start out plus size (Like me! My mum thought she was expecting twins) – then you start out quite ok, because some boys will mistake the fat for curves. By the time, you are approaching 30, you have to be best friends with your personal trainer! And that goes on for life till you just don’t care anymore.

My recommendation to you is to make sure you are healthy and then work out which body size you are comfortable with (your self esteem depends on you).