Lemonade & Smoked Salmon

With the hardest lemons ever known, she got stoned by the cruelest of them all. Dealt with the heaviest of hands, each landed with precision on her frail and emaciated frame. Despite the harm and hurt caused, the showmanship must go on – for he has been conditioned, once in the ring,  it’s business as usual. Beneath the heap of citric fruits laid her bruised and battered body, still and motionless, protected by shock though her mind stayed alive, her soul already waxed cold.

He brandished his joker daring all to call his bluff. None expected he would play it, none knew he was out to draw blood. It was premeditated, it was all planned out, the climax of the game he had strategically mapped out. And like an unwise prey, she waltzed into the staged play. Suddenly it all stopped, he damned all consequences and thrown his last citric joker leaving all in the coliseum with mouth agape. Though not instructed, spectators rushed to the pile of lemons that now buried her, slowly snuffing life out of her. Aloof he stood watching as viewers-turn-medics carried her to safety.

Like the senseless display of delusive power by a school bully whose essence deep down is a complex mess of inferiority, he thoroughly rinsed his victory lap, waving the flag of stupidity, confusing the forced audience received for praise, admiration and validation. He applied more vigor to his flag waving motion hoping a thunderous sound of applause would erupt but nothing happened. Yes,he played well but sadly with the wrong set of rules. The cradle in the arena was placed there to be protected but like a wild beast on heat, he attacked and shredded.

Of course, with the game ruled as unfair, the  victory ceremony never held. But, the real victor in this story was the frail little girl who life carried away from the arena on a stretcher with her pockets stuffed with lemons. She had the choice to keep alive the spine-chilling memories hatched in that coliseum by leaving the yellow citric fruits marinaded in a pickled jar and place it on the mantle next to her recovery bed. However, she did not. That would have been travesty, mockery, parody….an anomaly of a trophy to an unworthy opponent. Rather, she made lemonades and more!

When life throws lemons at you, they often advice to make lemonades. Well, I think that is so retro and boring now. It’s about time we notched this lemon game up to the next level…let’s get spicing!

Lemonade & Salmon

“When life throws you lemons, make a vodka laced lemonade & a zesty lemon sauce, get some smoked salmon and then, feast!” -Nubianwaters

 When  life throws a hard lemon at you, be sure to pick it up and massage it against the hard surface of your resilience till the succulent pulp in it burst and juice up on the inside for you. No matter how hard the situation, don’t let it take you under.

Then, take the step of boldness, confront the ‘demon’, slice the lemon open, get to the core of the matter don’t run from it. Remember, cowardice is the hallmark of the fainthearted, the bane of a passive aggressor. Don’t recoil into hiding, pick up the lemons and show up. It is not about proving a point to anyone, it about making the best out of everything life throws at you!

Have a lovely week!

Love & peace


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Make the Countdown Count!

Seasons do change and the tides, yeah they do turn.

This moment is all you have, the past is done and gone

The game is still much in play, you sure don’t want to lose

So, don’t reach for that button that always sends you back to snooze

No matter how luring, it really cuts you out of the loop

Each breath reminds the clock is ticking, only the agile rips through the hoop

Awake from your slumber, the party is not yet over

Gird your loins and hold fast, there are yet more hurdles to go over

Project Twenty fourteen is still ongoing, newsflash – we’re now in phase two

We can’t start counting losses when there’s still so much to do.

Adapt if you must cause the course is on full throttle, no chance of it stopping

Crawl, limp, walk, hop, run, better things are still ahead so you’ve got to keep on moving!

I hope you got the memo, you’re now in charge of “me, myself & I” as team leader .

So,in this new phase, you can’t but be your own greatest cheerleader!


Peace & love,

– NW

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Meet My New Crush – The Dualers

While running some errands on the high street yesterday after sis-in-law, niece and I treated ourselves to a good time at the health club, my ears started tingling with excitement as his sonorous voice filled the air. Of course I was already walking on sunshine, basking in the lingering euphoria of the just concluded pure indulgence.

We followed the trail of his voice till we found the spot. Based on the style of the music and texture of his voice, I wasn’t expecting to see none other than a black Jamaican bloke doing his thing.

Was I wrong?

I couldn’t believe my eyes when they fell on this eye candy! I quickly whipped out my phone to record a little bit of his busking for as long as the memory on my phone permitted. 🙂

Listen for yourself and do tell what you think… I do apologize in advance for the background chatter! 🙂


Needless to say, the rest of the evening was spent surfing Youtube, listening to their numerous performances. We love him already and can’t wait to see him in concert!


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Day Twenty: The Things We Treasure

I am super-duper über excited today, somewhat relieved and a little sad all at once. This is my last post  for the writing challenge and I can’t believe it’s all coming to an end. I did imagine the challenge to end with a big bang but never in my wildest imagination did I imagine it would involve me writing about a thing I treasure. I really had to think so hard about this one before I could finally pinpoint one thing I truly treasure in my life.

Let me set the records straight; I don’t treasure things, I treasure people. That is just who I am. No matter how expensive a thing is, I have never been one to get sentimentally attached to it. Don’t get me wrong, I take very good care of the things I have, be it dear or budget. What I don’t do is wrap my heartstrings around them because I don’t get my sense of worth from things. So, that explains it!

Well, after much mind juggling, I had my light bulb moment!

Pictures! Yes, pictures!!

Oh my goodness, I love and treasure these paper and pixelated reflections. I’d cry you a river if I lose any. No! I won’t cry, I’d wail you an ocean if that happens! Okay, that’s an exaggerated embellishment but you get the picture. I’m sure this attachment has nothing to do with the glossy or matte paper they get printed on. For me, it’s simply the beauty of precious moments in time captured for life! Sometimes, our photographic memories do great injustice in recollecting these moments accurately.

I remember many years ago, in trying to assert my independence, I headed to the food market all by myself to help mum get some things. I had a fancy red pencil-case then which doubled as a wallet. On this very day, I had in the wallet some money, a couple of pens & pencil and two photos. Somewhere between home, getting on the public bus and the market, I misplaced it… more like it got nicked by some hoodlum who took advantage of the pandemonium that occurred as we were trying to board the bus.

You would not believe if I tell you that I wasn’t as bothered about mum’s money that got stolen as I was about the photos. My heart literally ached when it dawned on me I’d never see those photos again. A lot went into play to have those photos in the first place. This was a time when you’d have to buy a film with either 24 or 36 exposures, feed into an analog camera then wait for weeks to exhaust the exposures on the film roll before taking it to a photo developer to develop them, squint at the sepia colored films to select what you can make out as the best of the lot and get them printed!

When those pictures were taken, I was in secondary school. A classmate and I noticed a photo studio near our after-school lesson site. Outside the one room studio was a signage with the price list. So, we planned and saved up money to have a photo session together. For days, I looked through my closet to decide on which two outfits I would hide in my school bag and take with me to school on the D-day. I doubt if you’d understand the joy that filled my heart when the D-day finally came. We had a good time that day though limited as all the time we had was about the free hour sandwiched between end of school and the start of after-school lessons.

We got into the studio, brought out our little makeup purses that held nothing but a container of white talc powder, a fruity lip gloss and a small comb to rake our fade haircuts and eyebrows. Then the “village” photographer “arranged” us before taking the epic portrait of us in our blue & white school uniform. Next, we changed twice to have the other shots and it was a wrap. We had to put all of our faith in him, believing he gave us the best arrangements for the portraits.

Leaving the studio that day, all we could do was just wait patiently for about a week to see the results. The anticipation was exciting and at the same time nerve-wrecking. We no longer suffer such dilemma these days as we can readily preview and retake till we are satisfied. Fast forward, a week later, I was confronted with the “masterpieces” of the “village” photographer. My head was a bit wonky in one of the photos and my glare in the other could light up an attic but nonetheless, I loved them and treasured them hence they becoming permanent fixtures in my pencil-case wallet.

So you can understand how heartbroken I was when they got stolen along with the wallet. The thought of the robber discarding them in the trash after taking out the money made me sadder and angrier.

Damn you robber!

Even though over the years I have built a large collection of photo memoirs, I still wish I could get those stolen ones back!

Photos are beyond fantastic. They serve as a memorial, a reminder of life as it was before now. They help you remember where you are coming from, the amazing people and not-so-amazing people you’ve met. They remind you of the craziest and beautiful things you’ve seen, the celebrations you’ve been a part of and different places you’ve been to.

So there it is. I deeply treasure photos. I mean, if my mobile phone is running low on storage space and I need to purge it, several apps would have to make the cut first before I delete one of the several takes of the same scene in my photo gallery!

Lastly, before I conclude the writing challenge with this final assignment, I’d love to thank my childhood friend, secondary school classmate, college buddy and fellow blogger, Joy – The Design Bender for literally pushing me into this challenge. Also, I’d love to share a thing or two from my photo treasure trove…. Sorry girl but you know how we do it! ***evil grin***






Much love,


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Writing 101: Day Twenty: The Things we Treasure

“For our final assignment, tell the tale of your most-prized possession. If you’re up for a twist, go long — experiment with longform and push yourself to write more than usual.”


Day Nineteen: Don’t Stop the Rockin’

About four weeks ago I started this month-long writing challenge. Though I was encouraged to take it on by my good friend and fellow blogger, honestly, I decided to take it on not to prove any point to anyone but myself. There is this popular saying, “winners don’t quit; quitters don’t win”. I can relate to it totally because I have been there and done that! Take this blog that I write on for instance, if you look through its archives, you’d notice seasons of no writing and dry spells. Procrastination got  the better part of me at those times.

So, today I must commend myself for making it this far. I was a bit worried at the beginning of the challenge. I feared I’d get distracted and fall off the wagon but surprisingly I did not…! Yay! Putting it out there, there were days I really didn’t feel like writing but sheer determination got me through such days. The best part, I have also met genuinely nice, warm and lovely people in the blogging community though separated by a million miles in every direction possible. The encouragement from these lots is simply exceptional.

Though my day today was pretty much packed and on getting home, I felt kind of exhausted from all the emotional roller coaster the movie (The Fault in Our Stars) I saw gave me, I was still looking forward to going online to face the challenge for today. One thing I am definitely taking from this experience is, never to let anything get in the way of doing something better with myself and my time. If I entertain excuses then I have already cast the die for failure.

Many a times in life we dream about achieving a goal, we fantasize about accomplishing a feat which naturally creates a considerable level of excitement in us. However, no sooner than we’ve done this, we begin to set limits and boundaries upon ourselves. We beginning to conceive in our minds reasons why we can’t see it through. We allow self-doubt, self-intimidation and self-demoralization to kick in. Unfortunately the combination of these trio creates the wild-fire effect, which speedily razes down precious hopes & dreams.

Henceforth, I will wake up every morning smelling my own brewed coffee…

“Nobody can hold me down without my consent. No force can suppress me better than I can suppress myself. There are no limits on me so I will no longer live my life on the flat-line!” -Nubianwaters


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Writing 101: Day Nineteen: Don’t Stop the Rockin’

“Today is a free writing day. Write at least four-hundred words, and once you start typing, don’t stop. No self-editing, no trash-talking, and no second guessing: just go. Bonus points if you tackle an idea you’ve been playing with but think is too silly to post about.”

Day Seventeen: The Fright of Fear

Oh! Why would you ever ask of me such?

Another plot to put me on the spot?

I don’t think I really wanna talk about it much!

Just thinking about it now gives me a clot!


Sometimes I do valiantly escape it

Other times I’m just darn right low on credit!

And if by now you still don’t get it

Telling you about it, you really wouldn’t merit!


Somewhere right beneath the perfected façade

After all the man in the mirror psych and incite

Slyly waiting it creeps in with the squad

Gradually deflating the resolve deep inside.


But ever so surely I’m reminded of it daily

Three sixty-five times the scribes duly recorded

Though time and tide may threaten her greatly

‘Be not afraid’ He already instructed.



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Writing 101: Day Seventeen: Your Personality on the Page

“What are you scared of? Address one of your worst fears. If you’re up for a twist, write this post in a style that’s different from your own.”

Day Fifteen: It Got Cancelled!

In life, I try as much as personally possible to take things & occurrences with a pinch of a salt. I try not to get overly attached to people or things though while present I make the effort to give my best. I remember a few years back, for several weeks we had rehearsed for the up coming annual Christmas concert which would be featuring the All Souls Orchestra  in London.

The week of the concert was really bad weather-wise. It kept snowing and that was not comforting. With that, the prospect of an event cancellation hovered over us as we rehearsed every day of that week leading to the D-day. We hoped and prayed it would be a fair weather so the hall could be filled and we wont have to perform before bare leather.

The morning of the event I made a quick dash to the high street just to get one more thing to add to my outfit. As I got off the bus to start my walk home, it started snowing like it was going out of fashion. Within minutes all I could see was a blanket of snow yet still I was hoping against hope. No sooner than I got in the dreaded text came in. It’s been cancelled it read. I was so gutted!

I was really looking forward to the event. The one we had the year before was really nice. I was really looking forward to singing with the orchestra again but the snow hijacked the show of the day.

Christmas concert

Hill City Mass Choir & the Children’s Choir in concert with All Souls Orchestra the year before.


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Writing 101: Day Fifteen: Your Voice Will Find You

“You’re told that an event that’s dear to your heart — an annual fair, festival, or conference — will be cancelled forever (or taken over by an evil organization). Write about it. For your twist, read your piece aloud, multiple times. Hone that voice of yours!