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Wednesday, February 26, 2014

Romance Meets Life

Romance Meets Life


A Flight Diversion - A Short Story By Chimamanda Adichie

Posted: 26 Feb 2014 01:33 PM PST



I was woken by the pilot's voice. In the drowsy hum of the airplane, his words crackled, and I thought I heard something about preparing to land. Could I have slept so long? I looked at the time. It was only three hours into the Lagos-to-Atlanta flight. The flight attendants were hurrying back and forth. The pilot was still speaking. "We have an emergency onboard, and we have had to divert the flight to Dakar." I could feel the plane descending. It seemed too fast. A sweeping hollowness. My fog of sleep cleared instantly. Something was wrong, the pilot was too cryptic, the flight attendants too blank-faced, snatching up cups, urging seats straight. I thought: If I die, I hope it's quick and I don't know.


The woman beside me crossed herself. Then the pilot's voice came back on. It was a medical emergency, he said; a pregnant passenger went into early labor and had just had a baby. I sensed, around me, a collective hush of relief and wonder. A baby delivered on the plane! We landed in Dakar. It was 2 a.m. Medical personnel in orange vests hurried in, a man carrying a black box, a lanky woman dragging an IV stand, their eyes heavy with sleep. I wondered what the baby would need, and if they had what the baby would need.

Soon, the lanky woman left, cradling a bundle wrapped in cloth. The baby. I strained to see better, hoped I would hear it cry. Then the new mother emerged, a young woman with a tube dangling from her arm, and behind her came the other medical worker, trying to support her. But she didn't need him. She strode past, straight and steady, so quick that I caught only a glimpse of her face. She looked stunned and frustrated. It seemed even more of a wonder to me, not only that she had just had a baby in midair but that there she was on her feet, normal and capable.

The pilot came out of his cabin. A tall man with an easy air, he told us it was a baby boy, and both mother and baby were fine. His American humor emerged. "Been flying a long time and this is a first for me!"

We, the Nigerian passengers, laughed with a shared sense of delight, as though by being present we had somehow shared in bringing this baby into the world.

The American flight attendants were baffled. "The mother said she was 24 weeks gone, but that baby looked full-term. Why would anybody take the risk?" one asked.

We did not ask why. The new mother was traveling alone, nobody knew her, and yet we felt as if we did. We speculated about her circumstances. She probably had visa problems, got her visa later than she'd planned, or perhaps she had not planned it early enough, or maybe the chance to go to America emerged late in her pregnancy, and she'd chosen to do what she had to do because the sparkling worthwhile end was an American-born baby. I thought of her expression as she exited the plane, more frustration than worry, a lament for the American passport that now would not be.

Some passengers joked about her poor luck. "Now she has a Senegalese baby, ah, this is bad market for the baby!" one said. "A Senegalese passport is still better than a Nigerian," another countered. "They will give a Senegalese person a visa before giving a Nigerian." "Good that the baby waited for the flight to take off, do we even have the right emergency services in Lagos airport?" someone else asked. We chuckled. Good will swirled among us. Thank God it ended well, many people said, thank God. Risk taking was familiar to us. For too many in our world, this was the norm: the lack of choice and the dependence on chance.

Again, the pilot's voice brought news. A tire had deflated, and the airline did not have the resources in Senegal to fix it in time. We would have to spend the night in Dakar. As we left the plane and got into buses, we sent text messages and grumbled about the inconvenience of arriving a day later than planned.

Still, the complaints were light-footed because what mattered was that the birth had gone well. In the hotel, some passengers posed for pictures by the fountain; why miss a good photo opportunity in a fellow African city they otherwise might never have visited? "Please, my sister, do you have any sleeping pills?" a stranger asked me.

The next morning, slightly disoriented and starved of sleep, I skipped breakfast.

When I finally went down to the lobby, most of the crew and passengers were gathered, waiting for the airport bus, faces dull and unrefreshed, voices a muted murmuring.

As I joined the group, a woman asked me if I had heard.

"Heard what?" I asked.

"The baby died."

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Chimamanda Adichie is the author of a collection of short stories and three novels - The Purple Hibiscus, Half of a Yellow Sun and most recently, Americanah.

This short story was first published by the NYT

The 10 Types of Men And Women You Should Never Marry

Posted: 26 Feb 2014 08:14 AM PST


By Jarrid Wilson

10 Men A Woman Shouldn't Marry

1. The Late Night Texter
You know, the guy who only texts you after midnight. He's the guy who only contacts you when he wants something, or someone to talk to. You can go weeks without hearing from this person, only to rarely get a text full of smiley faces and a message that reads, "Hey! How are you?" They aren't consistent. Don't fall into the trap.


2. The Slacker
He's the guy who has no dreams, vision, or passion to get up and do anything. Don't let his smooth words trick you into a relationship that will be full of dull moments and half-hearted plans.

3. The Liar
Don't trust a man who is constantly lying to you. If you continue to ignore his inconsistencies, he could eventually do something detrimental to your relationship.

4. The Flake
This is the guy who calls of dates, constantly changes plans, and never shows up when he promises. If you think this will change once you're married, you're wrong. A flakey man will never put his woman first.

5. The Cheater
I'm all for grace and second chances, but the last thing you want is to find yourself in a marriage with someone you can't even trust. I'm a huge believe that everyone can change, but please don't get caught up in the lie that cheating is just normal part of life. You deserve better.

6. The Partier
Stay away from him. Although he may seem as a fun and outgoing, I guarantee you will be better off with someone who stays away from gatherings full of bad mistakes and regretful decisions. The lifestyle of a partier never fits well with the maturity needed in marriage.

7. The Fake
He's the guy who claims to be one thing, but in person never steps up to the plate. Not only is this unfair to your relationship, but you need to understand this isn't going to stop anytime soon. Look for a man who is who he claims to be. Fakes can only pretend for so long.

8. The Hypocrite
He goes back and forth between his beliefs, standards, and regulations of life. Most of the time this man will change things to better suit his personal life. Don't expect yourself to have a thriving relationship with someone who is constantly hypocritical in their words and actions.

9. The Flirt
This man loves to flirtatiously chat with strangers, waiters, and even your friends. The man you should seek is one who flirts with you and only you, no matter the circumstance. That last thing you want is to be married to someone who will deliberately flirt with people in front or you, let alone behind your back.

10. The Jerk
Simple. Don't marry a jerk. You deserve more than that this guy can offer you. Look for someone who is kind, generous, selfless, and chivalrous. That last thing you want is to be embarrassed about bringing your man in public, all due to his attitude. Not to mention, verbal abuse is a widely spread problem that I don't believe any woman should have to encounter.


10 Women A Man Shouldn't Marry

1. The Late Night Texter
You know, the girl who only texts you after midnight. She's the girl who only contacts you when she wants something, or someone to talk to. You can go weeks without hearing from this person, only to rarely get a text full of smiley faces and a message that reads, "Hey! How are you?" They aren't consistent. Don't fall into the trap.

2. The Gold-digger
She's the woman who loves your wallet, bank account, and credit cards. Be sure to stay away from a woman who is only interested in material things, and how much of these things your salary can buy her.

3. The Flirt
This woman loves to flirt with strangers, waiters, and even your friends. The woman you should seek is one who flirts with you and only you, no matter the circumstance. That last thing you want is to be married to someone who will deliberately flirt with people in front or you, let alone behind your back.

4. The Liar
Don't trust a woman who is constantly lying to you. If you continue to ignore her inconsistencies, she could eventually do something detrimental to your relationship.

5. The Flake
This is the woman who calls off dates, constantly changes plans and never shows up when she promised she would. If you think this will change once you're married, you're wrong. A flakey woman will never put her man first.

6. The Partier
Stay away from her. Although she may seem as a fun and outgoing, I guarantee you will be better off with someone who stays away from gatherings full of bad mistakes and regretful decisions. The lifestyle of a partier never fits well with the maturity that is needed in marriage.

7. The Quick To Judge
Everyone is entitled to their own opinion, but I would encourage you to stay away from the woman who constantly throws judgments at others. This is a bad habit that is not only frowned upon, but it will also hinder you from finding any type of outside friendships. Let Judge Judy stay a TV show. Don't marry her.

8. The Immodest Dresser
The last thing you want to do is marry someone who put's their body on display for the rest of the world to see. Without going into too much detail, I would encourage you to marry someone who respects their body enough to keep it covered and modest.

9. The Negative Nancy
She's the woman who can find something negative in just about anything. And although there is nothing wrong with being a little skeptical, living life with someone who is constantly negative will definitely put a damper on your relationship. It's not worth it.

10. The Cheater
I'm all for grace and second chances, but the last thing you want is to find yourself in a marriage with someone you can't even trust. I'm a huge believe that everyone can change, but please don't get caught up in the lie that cheating is just normal part of life. You deserve better.


-Jarrid Wilson blogs at jarridwilson.com

Komla Dumor's Wife Kwansema, and Children Share Touching Tribute at Burial

Posted: 26 Feb 2014 07:44 AM PST


Komla Dumor, BBC presenter extraordinaire died just over a month ago and had his last funeral rites some days ago. He was survived by his wife, Kwansema, and their 3 children, Elinam, Elorm, and Araba. One of my greatest fears has been losing those I love, but when the person you love has lived a good life it is easier to have peace. In the following tributes from Komla Dumor's wife and children, we see a glimpse of the husband and father behind the public persona of the BBC presenter. May his soul rest in peace.

By his wife;

Eighteen years ago, I met a remarkable young man who was intelligent, knowledgeable, confident, eloquent and charming. His name was Komla Dumor. He became the love of my life and one of the best gifts God gave me. It was the Lord who brought us together and He preserved our union till the end.

I met Komla when we were both students at the University of Ghana, Legon. The first time I interacted with him was at a Sociology group discussion and Komla absolutely blew me away with his knowledge and eloquence. I sat and listened to him in awe. In the end, I felt so intimidated that I decided not to participate in any study group he was involved in.

And yet over time, Komla drew me in and gradually won me over. He wooed me with his baritone, velvety voice; he mesmerized me with his cool gait and air of supreme confidence; he continually made me shake with laughter with his great sense of humour and wit. But above all, Komla won me over with his intellect and his dream to pursue an extraordinary life. With his words he painted for me a vision of the future that sounded so glorious, so exciting and fulfilling that I yielded and eventually vowed to him, 'till death do us part.' We began dating before he embarked on his brilliant career as a journalist, but even then I knew Komla was special and would attain great heights.

Some of my friends at the time asked, "Kwansema, what do you see in this student boyfriend of yours that you chose him over others who appear to have already made it"? And I would say, "Besides the fact that I'm in love with him, Komla is deep. He has something the others don't have. I believe Komla has the potential to do great things." And wow, did he deliver, even beyond my wildest dreams!

Just a few months ago I said to him, "Dear, do you know what is even better than lying in the arms of a man you love who is your husband?" He asked, "What?" I replied, "When that man is Komla Dumor." Oh, I knew what I had! I knew I had a husband who had chalked such immense success that people the world over admired him. I also knew that I was in a position many women coveted. It was a privilege to be a part of his life. The children and I were so proud of his many accomplishments and we basked in the global recognition he received.

Indeed, Komla was a good and loving husband and companion to me and a wonderful father to our children, Elinam, Elorm and Araba. In his unselfish way, he encouraged and supported me to pursue graduate study at Harvard as he had done. As he was so much in the limelight, I remained less visible in order to preserve some privacy and normalcy for the family. He was such a great presence in our lives and my heart aches for my loss and for my children, who have lost a fantastic and devoted father.

Saturday, January 18th 2014 started like a normal Saturday for us. A day the children and I could shut the world out and have Komla to ourselves. A day when he was simply Daddy and my husband. But now that day marks the beginning of a painful and aching void that we still cannot come to terms with. How can Komla be gone? How can he be forever silent? How can he not come walking through the door of our home in the evenings when the kids and I would trip over ourselves to be the first to hug him? How? And yet that morning when I woke up, my prayer was this: "I will trust in the Lord with all my heart and lean not on my own understanding. In all my ways I acknowledge Him and He will direct my paths. Lord, I commit my husband and my children into Your hands this day."

So now I lift up my eyes to the hills — where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth. He will not let my foot slip, He who watches over me will neither slumber nor sleep. The Lord is my shade at my right hand; the sun will not smite me by day, nor the moon by night. The Lord will keep my children and I from harm, the Lord will watch over our lives and our coming and going, both now and forevermore.

Komla, I will miss your voice. I will miss that well of wisdom and knowledge that the children and I continually drew on. I will miss our family trips and the jokes and stories you told as we went, in a manner that only you could. We will miss the special family times on Sundays when you made Daddy's special stir fry and insisted we all sit down at table and use our best dinner plates. It will never never be the same without you. I will carry with me forever precious and many lovely memories of our journey together, through Harvard at Peabody Terrace, to Ghana and then to the United Kingdom.

Thank you for all you did to make the world a better place for us. We love you and miss you terribly. My only consolation now is that you are with the Lord. Till we meet again, Komla, my love, rest in perfect peace.

Your wife, Kwan

And from his children;


Dear Daddy,
You have been a wonderful father to us and we love and miss you.

We remember the times you told us stories at bedtime and when you used to make your delicious stir fries and meals for us especially on Sundays.

We remember when you would walk us to our piano lessons and sit and wait for us and walk us back home.

We also remember when we went with you to Elorm's football matches and you stood there on the sidelines even in winter – encouraging him, and calling out to him to do his best. We loved rushing downstairs in the mornings to switch on the TV and see you presenting the news with your broad grin. We fondly remember the family trips when you told us jokes and funny stories in the car that made us laugh and laugh.

We loved it when you came back from your travels from different countries and showed us interesting pictures and told us about the things you saw. You promised you would take us to all the countries you had visited and share your experiences with us.

We will always remember our birthdays with you, when you and mummy would bring us breakfast in bed and pray with us and advise us.
You always had answers to our questions and we marveled at how you knew so much!

You always encouraged us to dream big, not to be "mediocre" and to strive to be excellent at whatever we chose to do. We will make you proud.

Daddy, rest in peace with God, and we hope to see you again in heaven one day.

Love always, Elinam, Elorm and Araba

Source - http://www.komla-dumor.com

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