RUBY - A date with ruby (learning ruby on rails)

I've been meaning to get into some programming for a little while (only aboout 10 years :D) but I've never seemed to be able to get to it.

Firstly it was me not seeing what I would want to do even if I learnt how to program. Then it was me being afraid of the whole programming thing especially when I'd see source code that went on and on and on...

So now I've decided to just do it and take one day at a time learning a little each day.

A video on youtube... two videos actually, suggested that I keep track of the steps I take in order to learn and also take note of difficulties and how I solved them eventually.

For now I'm going to read a lot of material and watch videos on ruby programming, later on I will move on to rails and then get to learning javascript.

Is this the best way to go at it ? I don't know. We'll see how this goes eventually...

SWIM - The deep end

12:00 pm and I arrived at the swimming pool only to be told that the teacher hadn't arrived.

5 minutes later he called to say that he would be 15 minutes and thus arrive at 12:15.

I was told that I would be the only male in the class with a number of elderly ladies; probably women with their own businesses or maybe they had rich husbands and thus had free time and money to come for swimming lessons.

I went to the locker romm where I took off my clothes in order to change into my swimming trunk. I also had to take a shower before I could get into the water.

The teacher told me to get in the pool, whose shallow end was 2m deep, and then figure out a way not to drown.

And thus begun my first swimming lesson...

Gfunc and CL

On wednesday, like most wednesdays, I went to church.

A lady, about my age, from a far away church has come to visit our town. She's quite talented : plays the guitar, plays the piano,flies airplanes and she sings too (The singing could have been implied, right ?).

So there I was in church... on wednesday, with this guitar that I have (notice that I didn't say MY guitar ?), trying to learn what a guitar was with the lady that's visiting, let's call her CL. After trying for about 5 hours a while, CL finally figured out that I wasn't exactly BB king (RIP) so she asked me to sing instead because she had heard when I mistakenly started humming to a song she was playing on HER guitar.

Hesitant at first, but after a while, I too started to enjoy the singing. The sound of the guitar made the song sound so much better than it actually was. She then went to get the keyboard and THEN was she was happy, few songs later and when I tried to sing one in her native language, she looked like she wanted to jump up and kiss me... a holy kiss of course, which she didn't do (*just so there's no misunderstanding)

She reminded me of good memories, days when I really enjoyed singing, I probably still do but times have changed.

Thank you CL for taking me back to a place I once knew :)

Back for this time

Reading my old posts I wonder what I was on when I wrote some of them.

I don't drink alcohol... very often so I wonder why I would write things that are totally incomprehensible, even by me.

Does anyone still have a blogspot account that they use besides Linda Ikeji ?

Like everyone else who comes here after a long while, I remember the days of blogsville when everyone was like family and unlike facebook.

This social network was all about sharing and we liked to read what was going through people's minds or what was going on in their lives. We got attached to people because of their stories, their style of writing, the number of comments that they made on our posts and a whole lot of other reasons. Sometimes people put on pictures and we liked them for their physical feature because they looked like our childhood crush - Are there people who have never had crushes ?

A lot has happened since the last time I've been here, I've changed in a lot of ways.

I still follow blogs on my phone, I use an android app called Greader and so I've kept in touch with blogs like Good naija girl - I like her a lot, Verastic (They've been the most consistent over the years) and a few others.

I'm trying to bring value to whoever reads this blog in the future so this blog is going to take a real direction and I hope there's something great at the destination.

See you soon loves. Cheers !!!

A RETURN

Why does the sound of music affect me so much ?
To hear a really good sung song just gives me goose pimple
Especially when it's live,
And by live I don't mean having the singer physically present before me,
It could be a recording but just the crude nature of life music fascinates me

In the dark I focus on the light. Seeking a return to place I once knew
You know that place where garri water was a delice. With sugar and salt combined and coconut, the really mature coconut fruit that has the rich milk in in. Tell me about a treat.

When I don't know who I am anymore and I focus on looking like Mama John's daughter, the one that came back from lagos. And apparently she doesn't go to the toilet anymore. I think this is an impossible feat. How do I know ? I tried. Three days and a severe stomach pain and did I scream "freedom" when I burst open those toilet doors the day kaki was about to turn to leather.

Chinedu doesn't talk to me anymore. I think it's because I told everybody that he was a thief, or maybe because I was talking to Ijeoma his girlfriend everynight while he frustratingly tried to get in touch, some nights she kept him on hold to answer my call, and he ofter held on until sleep beckoned. It probably might not be any of this, it might probably be beacause I owe him a bicycle that I drove his father's car over. I really can't be sure, cos these aren't reason enough to make him stop talking to me.

So I took Stacy out today. Along side with two of her friends. It was her birthday. Grilled steaks, potatoes, roquefort sauce, three balls of ice cream in a large cone, a birthday cake and 17 photographs taken by 3mpx camera of my nokia e71 phone.
Plenty money spent and afterwards, she was in a hurry to get home, there was something important. A quick thank you and Good bye and I'm left stuttering as I try to say .... what was I trying to say ? Well I'll probably remember before the next time I have to clean out account

Words that free themselves

- Can I have a tart,.... no make that two tarts and two cups of yoghurt
- Could I have some cherry jam to go with that ?
- A piece of a month-old chocolate cake as well and two bananas.
- Yes that will be all, thank you.

Lunch couldn't be any more grand, I was floating on air until the aches started, I had assumed that they were cramps as I never stopped believing I was pregnant and that in due time, I would bring forth...

As I walked down the street, I looked at the glass door of the cyber-café and I saw a reflection, the funny thing was that the image looked just like Carvil !!! Oh my ! You know what they say about you becoming like the people you hang out with... so true.

As I took the turn just after the fruit seller's place, I noticed something else... no not a girl! I noticed how people moved... fast-paced like they were in a race or something. Not stopping to breath in the air of the okoko market place... now that I think of it, neither will I. Not stopping to feel the rush of the late afternoon breeze in their hair and on their faces. Not...

The rush, it seems like they know that we have little time and they have to make up for that. I wonder what to make of all this.

My belly still hurts but I move on, I have to keep on going, how else was I going to get home ?

I've gotten home now, my stomach doesn't hurt anymore. I quickly take off these " carvil-kinda clothing ", and then I place myself before the computer and try to write this out... this has been playing in my head all day long: how the post would begin and how it would end, but now that I put pen to paper, I can't even remember where to start from.

Why isn't the computer charging anymore ? I wonder... but that's a problem that I don't have time for right now.

I get up and go to the parlor to stay with the kids, they're making too much noise so I head to the kitchen and there Aunty is quite eager to let me make the eba while warming the soup and blending boiled carrots for the babies meal. I look at her and I smile, a genuine smile not like I had smiled at Lilian earlier on.

I wanted to tell her something like God bless you or thank you but I knew she would ask question, she wouldn't JUST understand and probably smile back or something, she would rather ask questions. I don't blame her, that's the way she is. Time was when I didn't understand her and I would interpret her actions falsely but now... now I still don't understand her and I don't even try to. I just adapt.

So for dinner it will be Eba, okro soup, bananas, and like before yoghurt but this time with strawberry jam.

Dinner is over, I'm lying down on my bed sleeping and it's 2:07 and I feel like bringing forth the pains again. I wonder when, I'll be due I ask myself... then I hear:

It won't be long now

ENTANGLED

The roll of metallic spiral was all tangled up and normally I would have gotten annoyed about it and just thrown the whole thing into the thrash or even if I didn't throw everything away, I would just cut out the parts that weren't too entangled and I would throw away the rest, so that if I had a length of 5 metres of spiral then I would probably be left with only 2 metres by the time I was through.

But this time, I decided that I wasn't going to loose all that length of spiral and I was determined to get most of it if not everything back so I started shaking the whole thing and little by little it loosened up. I eventually had to cut out a bit but it was negligible compared to what I wasted at other times.

This got me thinking about our relationships with one another, where people choose to seperate rather than try to work things out because it's so much easier, but what they don't realise is that a little effort could go a long way to repairing things and then with the help of God that effort gets magnified and then we can be at peace with one another.

Psalms 133:1:

Behold, how good and how pleasant it is for brethren to dwell together in unity

This is just a little something that got me thinking ...

God bless you !