20th August—Foundation of the state

Today is a national holiday in Hungary, It is to commemorate the foundation of the state. We visited Ópusztaszer to identify with pieces of the timeline that is the Hungarian culture.

And boy was it interesting! to say the the least.

I woke up ahead of schedule, but that didn’t stop me from lagging behind anyways. My boyfriend, Viktor was neither surprised.

Three hours later.

It was like a renaissance fair if I’ve ever been to one. The Feszty-paranoma is a phenomenal masterpiece about how the Hungarian Nomads led by Lord Árpád conquered their land and their patriotic heroism.

My boyfriend felt very proud of his nation’s endurance since the establishment of the state of Hungary in 1000 A.D.

These got me thinking about the earliest traces of Nigerians as a people. As it turns out. We had early settlements in Nigerian. These settlements would later be large enough to form the tribes and kingdoms. It is especially interesting. Unfortunately history is not especially important in Nigerian academic curriculums. Our most recent history dates to the pre-colonial, but that’s a story for another day.

At the end of the evening, we listened to a band perform live rendition of original gypsy music. They are the Gipsy Cimbalom band.

It is an exhilarating experience. I invite you to share your weekend escapades and thoughts in the comments below 😉

Perspectives

Believe it or not. We take life for granted.

Even a day old neonate is guilty of becoming too comfortable with the air  and food he is able to enjoy, and sometimes we pray thanking God for life, but when was the last time we actively paeaned him rather than just reciting words? When was the last we helped someone because of their fragile humanity, rather than sending a one liner; “Hey Josephine, if you need my help, let me know.”

We are truly  insouciant to the differing perspective around us, and it’ll takes an unexpected cul-de-sac to jolt us  to conscious awareness. Let me give an example, I have been living in Hungary for a while now,  I’ve ensconced myself here and I almost forgot I’m not from here. Then I get a letter from immigrations last week, It seems they were acknowledging the completion of  my studies as the completion of my residence and they gave me a period of time to finalize my affairs and mossy on out. My dreamscape came crashing down, hard. I definitely thought I had more time. I needed a resolution.

For an entire day, I reminisced on the events, people etc that I’d taken for granted. I have never considered the perspective of a refugee prior to this point in my life,  they have been people I see on the the streets of Rome, and maybe that one lady that lives down the street that I avoid because she may be in trouble with the law.  Ergo, my primary message is, It’s not your  concern, till it happens to you. Yes you.

Here’s where I can brag about my petit growth, an old me would have panicked indubitably,  ran to the immigration office ASAP with no plan, wailed, contacted a lawyer, fall into a depressed mood, basically dithered around every promising lead like a scatterbrain. However, I continued my day without letting myself become ensnared by the distractibility of that letter. I understood it’s purpose was to evoke attrition, but It was another typical day.

In the Untethered soul, Micheal Singer talks about how our mind internalizes ordinary life situations to become a block in our life. If we need a solution, we also look introspectively to release that block. How easy! not really tho.

At the end, to God be the Glory,  a resolution was attained. I have learnt to be more consciously available, grateful and  more so flexible enough to consider every perspective.  Let us all remain blessed. Arrivederci.

 

Peter Pan taught me

In a dimension of impossibles

It is possible to fly

 

 

My Journey

 

Graduation week. I was fatigued, mentally, even before it began and although I turned to exercise to recuperate, It only seemed to worsen with physical stress. The only person this was harder on was my sister. My beloved Viktor was on an emotional rollercoaster, he was trepid with anxiety. Now some may wonder why graduation would be anything but Joy and relief,  while some of you might already have guessed it. My parents, the Ukuts, were coming to town.

Naturally, I was more worried about my boyfriend’s first encounter with my parents than I was about the graduation, to further complicate things, Nigerian tradition demands a formal introduction.

Dr Otuekong Ukut has made quite a name for himself because he is determined and strong-willed. He’s the type of person you notice in a room because of the panache way he carries himself, he can be rather obdurate—kinda like me. Then you have my Mum, Mfon Ukut, a torrid energetic Leo and a colossal bundle of fun.

To God be the Glory, both my introduction and graduation hit off well and I unknowingly achieved two important milestones in my life. I will definitely not be missing med school. Next week, I will go back to posting on Fridays. Here are some of the photos of events that took place these past days. Official Grad photos will be uploaded later.

arrivederci, Dr Idara-abasi Ukut. 30/06/2018

 

 

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Element

Love is when you go along with her outlandish psyche

Not because you’re gullible,

Because you like how her brown eyes lit up

So complacently

when she has her way.

 

 

Love is a fragrance so subtle and unique

It trails you,

and it rewards you

by revealing its depth to you

To love is to surrender pride.

 

 

For millennium to come

As long as the tide ebbs

Farther than the eyes can behold

Your love for me flourish.

 

 

I abide by it,

The conjectural element that eludes even the astute.

My pulse grows rapid

my dry skin dampens

my breath is foggy

my stomach tightens

An unwritten enigmatic rule

 

 

Dine with me

Let us lay in the meadow

And gaze skywards

As clouds morph

Into animation characters

Let my wandering fingers rake

Through your brown mane.

 

 

 

A grasshopper chirps

Owls hoot

Dusk dawns on us

A desert storm billows through

Queer sensations lingers in my loins

A dallying experience confronts us.

 

 

 

Love is like a flight

From Nigeria to Budapest perhaps, it’s long and uneasy.

A higher altitudes cause more wear and tension

But the journey is more bewildering

than the destination.