B's patch

i have been called many names by my family and friends but one name that has stuck over time is "27 dresses"... I'm sure y'all have seen the movie but if you haven't,it has Katherine Heigl in it, as a lady who had been the perfect bridesmaid for 27 brides.. Well, iv been a bridesmaid 13times and because of that, the name was adopted. The truth is I love events(weddings especially) and I love being involved in the planning and creation.. It goes from being an idea to becoming a reality. When the time came for me to choose a back up plan for my usual 9-5 white collar job that the world expect me to settle for, automatically, event management came to mind.. Four months later, "betower's patch events" has been born.. We aren't starting big, but I promise, we were born to make your event part of the happiest memories you'll ever have... B's patch just begun and I promise to upload as many pictures as possible from all the events we'll handle.. And by God's grace and mercies, they will be many. Who knows, the 9-5 job might just end up becoming the back-up plan here.

My Miracle

Albert Einstein said

there are only two ways to live your life. One ia as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.

I'm probably one of those people that believe every breath I take is a miracle and every cab i jump into had to be sent by God. You could see me as one of those people that live as though everything is a miracle. However, the story I'm about to share will be a termed a miracle even for those who believe nothing is a miracle. On Thursday last week, I was so eager to leave work. I had a flight to catch and I just couldn't wait to see him. It was the first time I wore heels to work and even Kelechi couldn't complain when i asked her to do my makeup. The cab was early and there wasn't any traffic on third mainland bridge. Personally, I just felt God approved of this coded waka. I got to the airport early, picked my boarding pass and had my luggage checked-in. As I waited to board, I went over to the food court and got a smoothie. I could sense that plenty people were staring @ me and deep inside,I was satisfied.shebi he can make Nyanga.this night he ll beg me. For the first time in all the 16years I can remember flying, the boarding call for my flight was announced 5mins early. I had a good seat and a very cute kid beside me but she wasn't as cute as the flight attendant. Moments later, the craft's doors were shot and it was time 2 leave. I said a short prayer and called the few people who knew about my trip to say I was leaving. We took off and that was when I smelt the smoke. I looked around and everyone seemed settled so I went back to updating my journal. About 5mins later, a woman shouted "there's smoke in the plane". Immediately, the cute airhost jumped up and started panicking. Fear like I had never felt before griped me. In less than 20seconds, it felt like I was at all them eastern cristian crusades where the preacher asks everybody to pray in their different languages that only God understands. I tried to cry but I couldn't find tears. Honestly, I had given up. Suddenly, my whole life flashed in front of me. All I could think of was what my family would say when hear I was onboard the plane that just crashed. Then I tried 2 pray but I looked around me and though to my self " Kiki,if God will save this plane, it's not going to be because of you. There are holier people here so just say amen to their prayer" I did that but after some seconds, I just brought down the food-tray, placed my head on it and remembered my devotional... God doesnt love me and keep me this long on earth because I pray. I have the opportunity to pray because God loves me. At that point, all I could say was "Thank you Lord for I know that before I was born, You knew this day would come and You know how it would end. For whatever might happen, I bless You". The pilot announced that he had to go back and land in Lagos... This took another 10 long minutes to happen and all through, I saw men scared; even my cute flight attendant had entered prayer mode. He tried to be calm to reassure all the passengers but his eyes couldn't lie yes, I looked into his eyes. Suddenly, we heard someone in business class shout "I can see the airport". Thanksgiving was in the air and yet that stupid voice in my head said " remember sosoliso, they saw the airport and still crashed" Eventually, the plane stopped and doors were opened immediately. I think i was the 3rd to come down. Immediately we were in d airport building, I ran to d bathroom to pee and that was when the tears found me. With my makeup running down, I didnt care who was thinking about looks when a miracle just happened As I walked out of the restroom, it was obvious the gist had gone far as people looked at me and said"so this fine girl. Na so u for use die?" That was the moment I knew I had a purpose-driven life. One guy that worked for the craft later came to inform us that a passenger had carried carbide onboard. The argument began immediately. On one side, people blamed the 'ghost passenger' for endangering our lives and on the other part, they blamed d airport authorities for wasting our time all in the name of search procedures if such a thing could hav gotten into the plane. Me, I just bought a bottle of water, purchased airtime for my phone and found my way back home. To some people, it was just a situation that the pilot handled properly. To others, it was a miracle. To me, it meant more... Apart from the obvious part of it being a miracle, I realized that no second should be wasted hating or fighting or substituting our dreams. Every moment in life counts and everyone we meet should be appreciated. I also realized that I needed to go and tell him I loved him. So the next day, I told everybody that mattered in my life that I was traveling. There was no need to code the trip. I told them about my miracle and then gave the excuse that I needed to eliminate my new phobia for flying ASAP... On friday, the driver was late to pick me up for the airport. There was a little traffic. My flight was delayed for 30minutes but I didn't care at all. I wasn't even looking forward to the journey. When I arrived, he was there to get me. After all the hugs and kisses, his first words were "why dont you have make up on".

Baytowa

Baytowa was how we pronounced it. Oyibo men came to our land and spelt it Betower- aproko people. Betower is an Afrikaan word that means enchanted.. Most nights, after a very crazy and stressful day, we lay in our beds and fantasize of the kind of life we wish we lived... Personally, I don't think my fantasies are impossible. Im alredy making plans to make them reality at 2015.. Anyways, this is just an introduction to Betower's patch. A place where we can all run to and dream together after a long day or u guys can just come an peep into my fantasy world.Africa is home and however I dream,there's always a patch of the African spirit attached.