The most delicious cup of Coffee

I sit here savoring each sip, enjoying the steaming rich aroma of one of my favorite scents: coffee! My tongue savors the most delicious, hot, silky, creamy, sweet liquid and passes it on for my yearning throat to swallow.

A crow announces its flight through the trees in our garden with its Ca-caw, ca-caw. Two little birdies chase each other around the mustard yellow and green leafy branches of the umbrella tree nearby , twittering sweetly.

The gauzy curtain of the windows flutters and gently sways as cool breeze flows into our dining room. Gentle and consistent hammering from the nearby factory provides the background music, while Chinese rhymes are playing from the tablet beside me.

My daughter sits attentively in her high chair, allowing me some moments to savour my first cup of coffee in forever. I have never tasted anything more delicious! No fancy coffeehouse, coffee art or cafe with beautiful decor can rival my current experience.

Calm contentedness fills every fibre of my being. It has been half a year since I entered my third decade and the self transformation continues. Not transformation so much as self realization. I had been in hibernation mode for so many years, cruising through life on Auto-Pilot. Allowing life to happen and pushing me along.

Curling my fingers around my warm pink ceramic mug, my mind wanders. My body’s hormonal system once again adjusting to cutting back milk supply due to our baby’s weaning. Hence the end of my coffee sabbatical. Woohoo!

A large chunk of my readers are wondering: what is all the fuss about? Coffee is your daily ritual, Starbucks within easy reach. But living here in Nigeria, coffee is a luxurious treat.

The past couple of weeks has been a bit of emotional adjustment for both mother and daughter. Lack of sleep, as daddy had to take over her nightly waking and hold her as she cried for her two-three times a night breast-milk snack. I used to think I have a high level of pain-tolerance but i questioned that when dealing with breast engorgement, headaches and body aches such as I never imagined possible.

Weaning was a bittersweet transition because on the one hand, I missed the oxytocin-facilitated bonding with our daughter in breastfeeding sessions: the overwhelming feelings of love, happiness boost and closeness to our daughter.

I can’t imagine how difficult it was for baby girl to be cut off from suckling from mummy as she had done from the first day she was introduced to the world. Baby girl also had to learn how to adjust to a main source of comfort by finding comfort in mama through other means: cuddles, neck guzzling and so forth.

On the up-side: weaning marks a sort of transition from a newbie mum, a nursing mum to a “toddler mum”? I feel like I have graduated to next phase of parenting. The freedom of not nursing anymore is thrilling! Any other stay home mamas know what on Earth I am talking about? 😀

I put so many things on hold so I could give everything I could to personally oversee her care. So am definitely looking forward to easing back into other interests and business pursuits. So Exciting!

Hope you enjoyed all the musings the most delicious cup of coffee brought me!

International Women’s Day *Reflections

The past few months have been a whirlwind, entering into trimester, the energy burst that came with 2nd trimester qhickly dwindled away as my little gymnast within is using up most of my energy for her growth squirt. I have started many write ups on both my digital and hard bound diaries but alas…

In light of International Women’s Day, my pregnancy experience has shown me how truly amazing we the female race are. From our biological make up, to this divine baby-making system within, to the sheer amount of willpower and physical strength we carry within us….even my husband has developed a more healthy respect for the strength (physical, mental, and emotional) I have displayed during the pregnancy. 

I have been reflecting how this period has been preparing me for motherhood, my own experiences of been raised by my awesome mom, and the contributions of several female mentors over the years in building me into the woman I am today and the woman I still aim om becoming.

Women and mothers display a whole level of sacrifice that men will never even begin to fathom. Raising and mentoring young lives requires so much physically, mentally, emotionally and time-wise. My mum left the comfort and familiarity of her Chinese heritage and motherland to follow my dad back to Africa, gave up her opthalmology career to raise us 3 children full time because of the circumstances, then followed my dad to different countries when he got promoted to “international staff”. Eventually my dad retired back to his country Nigeria and my mum took all the transitions with amazing adaptability like the amazing woman she is. Seeing her drive our gold 4WD on the roads, battling reckless okada (motorbike as public transport) drivers, queuing in petrol stations during our present fuel scarcity issues and so on in the blazing heat of this global warming-affected dry season:

I haven’t been able to brave the insane traffic myself behind the wheel, but adjusting back to life in this economy as a married woman after years spent in Europe, Canada and USA has been a challenge. With a baby on its way, I have been forced to navigate several local markets to get ready for our angel’s arrival, equip the house and nursery with furniture and items not possible with online shopping under the blazing hot sun. Every trip is an adventure with price haggling, shopkeepers who view me as a foreigner so try to give me much higher prices. I would like to think I have perfectly mastered the local accent, way of speaking English as well as phrases in Yoruba, main local language used in the town I live in to further blend in though my Asian heritage features still give me away sigh

I am yet to publish more of my experiences over the first and second trimesters, so for now, will end with the Instagram post of this morning which inspired me to come on Word Press and publish more lengthier reflections haha 😊😊

I’m grateful for being raised by a #StrongWoman, a mother who taught me the value of #SelfWorth, #Confidence in the fierce way her gentle nature loved & fought for her family. I thank God for all the great female mentors, aunties/mum/grandma figures in my life who I could look up to & look forward to having a successful marriage & home of my own. The legacy doesn’t stop with us, now with a little woman-to-be on the way, I pray God grants me the #grace, #wisdom, #love, #courage & #inspiration I need to raise her to be an amazing, fearless woman of faith too! Amen

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2018: a year of Positive Changes

2017 has come to an end,
Dashed expectations, failed dreams to regret;
2018 has welcomed us
With limitless possibilities,
Endless opportunities still abound.

I find that many of us subject ourselves to a defeatist mentality/mindset, I am definitely at the top of the list. This new year, we need to consciously screen passing thoughts so common, they play on auto-repeat: “I’m fat”, “I have the worst job ever”, “love shouldn’t hurt like this”, “I need a better source of income” “I suck at ….” Etc.

Stop complaining & take little actions to work towards improving all areas of your life. Cut your losses, quit that job, start that dream job, work on that entrepreneur idea, end that toxic/direction-less relationship, start an exercise program, throw out the junk food/check into rehab, ask for help if needed!

Sometimes, we sit around, waiting for motivation, inspiration, etc to find energy and strength we feel we need to change areas of our lives, take a leap of faith and move out of our comfort zone. I am beginning to discover of we sit around making excuses, we will wait forever. it! I read a quote saying “the height of foolishness is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results”

We need to take that first step of making up our mind that things have got to change! And do something about

Remember: “A journey of a 1,000 miles begins with a single step”.

Have a life changing 2018 my dearest readers, family and friends!
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Welcome to my life as Mrs Dew

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The sun’s rays appear more warm golden, the birds are chirping a merrier tune, the breeze whispers a more soothing symphony. Why? Because I have put a final end to procrastinating, said “to hell!” to my fears & insecurities about what my posts will look like, or who will bother to reach my posts. Will this dream be a success? Should I pour my soul, my heart, my essence into this journey just to have everything evaporate to thin air?

Here I sit, noises filtering in through the slightly ajar office door from other offices in the complex, I decided to get inspired by a new sunrise, early dawn bird choirs and type from my heart. 

My name is Tomini, I was blessed with wonderful parents & cultural heritage. With a Nigerian father and Malaysian Chinese mother, I was raised with my two brothers in 7 countries, across 3 continents.

The Dew Diary is about my life, my reflections on my past, my musings on lessons I have learnt and am learning from the Bible, my walk with Christ, life anecdotes, books I am reading, people who are inspiring me, and so on. Come explore with me my greatest cultural shock of returning to the land of my birth at the age of 22, and living in a bubble for the initial years of my stay. I fell in love, got married and being integrated into a more rural part of town brings its own adventures. Taking after my mum’s Asian features and light skin colour doesn’t help me blend but I am either given preferential treatment as a perceived foreigner, or try not to get swindled as market women see me as an opportunity to make an extra buck or two (more like extra 100s & 1,000s more in Naira, the local currency)!

I would like to use this blog, and an associated YouTube channel & Instagram page to inspire cancer, abuse or any other survivor, as well as share my past & current struggles with moving on in life while living with a diagnosis. Hopefully, you all in the global online community can encourage and inspire me in return. We can lift each other up as we run our own individual races in this journey called LIFE.