Friday 21 June 2013
Mes cherries!
Okay, even with my long forgotten
French, I know that's not correct. Just bear with me here. I’m typing this on
company (internship) time. It's been ages I last blogged. Well, nobody left
comment in the last two posts, I wasn't sure people are reading. Anyway, I
remembered I promised Vera I would see this new blogging thing through. So,
here I am making an effort. What do I want to talk about today? Hmmm, let’s
see.
I have made quite some progress
with my dissertation. The data collection aspect of it is almost done, and now
analysis – which is a bit of a burger cos I don’t know jack about how to go
about it. Supervisors are heaven-sent, luckily. So while I have something to
worry about, it’s not as bad as most of my classmates who are having it
absolutely tough. This PhD business oh. Imagine having supervisors like that my
classmates for 3 years. Na only sheer determination go keep u going. No be say
if u wan drop out of your research, anybody go hold you hand, dey beg you make
you no go. I am not the praying kind, but mehn, when water pass garri, one
gasta do the necessary. But anyway, na PhD runs be dat – which is quite very farfetched
for me right now. It’s still very much a dream, nothing even one-quarter close
to reality.
I am interning at two places at
the moment: one an NGO specialising in health policy, the other is a Trust
within NHS. The NHS bit is on mental health, but specifically on nutrition,
which I have almost kinda forgotten I have a passion for being so focused on public
health in general. Neither are paid internship, which means I remain f**king
broke and that is so not nice. I am a bit limited on my job availability, as 3
days goes into the internship and the remaining days into my dissertation/mothering
hyperactive bomboy. It is also very stressful. Not having money is hard enough
on its own, not having money and being constantly on the go is much much
harder. Who knows, maybe that’s why I’m blogging right now when I should be working
on the project assigned to me. My brain had taken the decision to take a
break, with or without my consent.
And finally, bomboy is growing up
so fast and his assertive personality is emerging ever so strongly. He has
always been a strong willed child. When I was co-parenting with MM, it was a
struggle for me to discipline him as MM has other ideas about how to raise a
child. So, I’m afraid by the time I got him all by myself, some damage had
already been done. School work and fitting into a relatively new environment (at
least, in a different capacity) left me a little too tired to clamber down on
bomboy. Besides, everyone made a point to inform me about the risk of me losing
my child to social service. Still, I tried what I could. Anyway, like I was
saying, bomboy has grown quite assertive and I feel it's time to break his wings
before he flies away. The problem is, I don’t know how. I don’t want to be as
harsh as my parents were with us. I don’t want to be as permissive as my mom is now with my kid sister, and as MM seems to advocate. I have one kid, can’t
afford to have him run haywire. But I don’t want to be tyrannical either. People
say balance – yeah, but what does that actually mean? I have talked a lot
today, so maybe next time I will tell you of specific situations and you will
sort of get what I mean.
BTW, Kimye named their daughter
North West. LMAO. No further comments.
Ciao.
Nothing terribly wrong with North West, I live in the NW so yay! LOL...
ReplyDeletehahahahahaha. Craze pple. Pls all the yeye time you reported taking for a name dat has been floating around for months now. Abi, ddnt Kim deny they would name their child dat sef? Oh jare.
DeleteYou've got your hands full. Best wishes with your PhD and bomboy.
ReplyDeleteI maybe i have taken on too much. But my 55 years old mother works like a jacky, & then i feel ashamed
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