Everyone's got some quirks: 6 Unspectular ones!!!

I've been tagged by the beautiful dark skinned Darkelcee and the artsy Lighty. The Flesh Manuscripts will be back in transmission after these quirks...

And so I stumbled upon this notorious quote by Iris Chang, "Some quirks in human nature allow even the most unspeakable acts of evil to become banal within minutes, provided that they occur far enough away to pose no personal threat." Lol. To be banal is to become commonplace. Evil should never be commonplace. But then again, if any two finger-prints were created to be equal, the world would be a boring place, wouldn't it? It's the reason why I am resigned to the absolute fact that I too was born with certain quirks: twists and peculiarities.

I can be shy one minute and hyper the next. I remember that one time I had to do a personal reflection deep within to see if I had an alibi at those times I became hyper. Slowly I came to love "me." I came to delight in those times I stare right back at a stranger's eyes in total shock and disdain, and those times I jumped up and down the living room chasing after a friend to give them a tight squeeze of a hug. I relish and delight in the ways I can relate to the events of life. I can't be gloomy every second, and a smiley potato all the time. There is a time for everything under the sun...a time to laugh and a time to cry, a time to hurt and a time to heal, a time to mourn and a time to dance under the moon all night long, a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing, a time of war and yes I declare with all happiness, a time of peace.

I love to be close to windows or doors. Maybe there's something deeply sinister about that fact. It doesn't matter whether it's a closed door or an open window. Maybe I love to smell the fresh air, or maybe I love squares and rectangles more than circles and triangles. Maybe it's the freedom to know that I can open these boxes and run out and dance with the wind. Or maybe in another world before this one I was a carpenter. I really can't tell u...lol.

Me and the thing called "soul" are intertwined. Really there's no separation. The minute I came out of my mother's womb I identified with everything called "soul." Okay, that's stretching it a little bit...but yeah I love soul. The definition of soul has to do with anything emotional, with melodies decorated with improvisational additions, twirls, and auxiliary sounds. They said soul emanated out of the black experience in America. I wonder how I identify with them. Maybe it's because they tell a very strong emotional story by their songs. That's a quirk because some people think India Arie, Asa, Erykah Badu, and all those other soul-lish people are weird and cuckooooo!!!! Lol.

I make a movie out of mundane things. It could be that I stepped on some leaves on the way to the train station, and they made a ruffling sound under my shoes. But then in my head that becomes a dramatic event. The other day I saw birds in the sky, and they had a pack leader. They actually formed a V-shape and at the tail-end of the "V" was their pack leader showing them the way. I kept looking, and not once did any of the birds fall out of line. That day I think I wrote poetry. I was simply in awe of God. I heard mental conversations of the leader telling the rest of the birds to "focus." I believe that in the little mundane things we can learn some great lessons of life.

I hated eba and pounded yam when I was younger. Anything that was mounted as a circular heap and presented to me as a meal. I wouldn't even taste it. You would think any full-blooded naija child should adore those meals. And seeing as I'm the first-born, of course my siblings followed suit. To add insult to injury, eba is yellow and pounded yam white...adding those colors to the shape of the food was not the least bit attractive. It's amazing how pounded yam can qualify to be one of my best meals these days.

I have had some weird outbursts in this life. The one I remember so vividly was in JS3. See, my classmates thought I was this quiet, shy bird. They told me to write the names of noise-makers a whole lot back then. But there was this fateful evening...that I'll never forget. Our class supervisor (a prefect) made sure that the class was sooo quiet that the drop of a pin could be heard. Picking pin was the resulting punishment for a lack of obedience. All of a sudden this prefect's friends (see me see wahala) came to our class and started gisting and laughing. No one in the class said anything, we were supposed to be quiet, remember? All of a sudden Jaycee turned her head and said, "excuse me senior A, pls can you reduce your voice?" Lolll. My classmates were shocked. Not even the most notorious person had the audacity. Anyways, I was there serving punishments while the rest of my classmates were sleeping that night. Never again...if I could turn back the hands of time!

So it is with great joy that I tag: Kafo, Curvyice, Life of a stranger, Solomonsydelle, Simi Speaks, and UK Naija. Enjoy...

The rules were...
…1. …link the person who tagged you…
…2. …mention the rules in your blog…
…3. …tell about 6 unspectacular quirks of yours…
…4. …tag 6 following bloggers by linking them…
…5. …leave a comment on each of the tagged blogger’s blogs letting them know they’ve been tagged…