Event info

 

Hey everyone,

It’s been a while but I just wanted to share information about an event that I am running as I am aware that some still check out this site.

Event link is here

 

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A new place

 

Hey everyone!

I am happy to announce that I have a new home for my blog—> opeytheintrovert.com

It was launched on the 1st of January and I have been posting there since. I also have my own email address now—> opey@opeytheintrovert.com so if you have any writing projects, events that you would like me to be a part of do not hesitate to contact me.

I’ve enjoyed my journey on wordpress but of a truth a new domain has been a long time coming and was way overdue. I am dedicated to taking my craft to the next level and so I have been rebranding. Whilst blogging is not the final destination for me it is indeed a part of the bigger picture. Thank you to everyone who followed, like and reposted my posts here- I appreciate you all! I won’t delete this site as I like to keep it for the sake of posterity.

 

Head on over to my new website and let’s get talking!

 

Opey

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My Kilimanjaro Experience

Hey everyone! So I decided to strike whilst the iron is hot and blog about my Kilimanjaro experience now. It’s definitely been an interesting one and one that I have enjoyed  I’ve learnt so much about myself from this experience that I don’t really know where to begin but here goes…

 

For starters, the route we took was the Machame route which I liked as we were able to see different vegetations and the scenery along the way was beautiful. In total the trek lasted six days with 5 days to ascent and one day to descend.

 

I found the first few days ok and not too bad. Altitude sickness hadn’t really begun to kick in and I was just taking everything all in and living in the moment. I was able to get a tent all to myself which I was very happy about as it allowed me space to write my thoughts in my journal during the evening, read and just enjoy my own company. Having said that I do think it was reflective of how I did feel on the trek sometimes; lonely. It’s pretty ironic saying that considering that the group I was with had 36 people, myself included.

One thing I will say is that on the mountain you lose all sense of time. Literally. Days run into each other and it is a continuous sequence of waking up, eating, walking, walking some more and then even more walking with breaks interspersed at various times during the day.  On average we walked 6hours + each day and on summit night it was definitely 10+ hours of walking.

Things started to become really challenging around the 3rd day for me; I began to feel increasingly tired and it’s fair to say that altitude sickness began to creep in. I found myself lagging behind which was incredibly frustrating and totally demoralising. This, coupled with the fact that there were already issues about the pace of the group with quite a few people complaining that our pace was slow. With hindsight this was bound to happen with such a large group that included people of varying abilities, experiences and strength. Either which way, I remember just feeling really angry at myself for being so behind.

The first time I actually cried was at Baranco Wall. It involved bouldering and using our hands and feet to climb up. There was this particular point which had quite a huge gap/ distance which totally freaked me out. I legitimately thought that I was going to die (no joke) and had to really tell myself that ‘ I don’t want to die in the middle of the mountain’.  After that point it was smooth sailing…for a while 😉

The journey to Barafu camp has to be one of the challenging points for me; it seemed like a never ending ascent. I literally just had to take it one step at a time and look downwards. I think from this point things started to go a little downhill for me. Altitude sickness hit me in the form of me losing my appetite. Bearing in mind that summit night was later that night it was really poor timing. The porters had to bring my food to the tent and even then I struggled to eat anything and just picked at the food. I remember crashing out and then waking up later on around 2:30am for summit night.

It was pretty exciting and the guides and porters helped the group morale by singing songs and just being cheerful in general. To be honest I can’t quite remember much of the beginning of the journey as it was still dark. It was no surprise really that less than halfway I was hungry which left me bitterly regretting not forcing myself to eat more. Snacks and the packed lunch couldn’t really cut it and I was running on pretty much low to non existent energy.

Something I wasn’t aware of beforehand is that there are three places at the top where you can summit and which culminate in you getting a certificate. The points are Gilmans Point (5865m), Stella Point (5757m) and Uhuru Peak (5895m) with the latter being the furthest point. The route we took didn’t feature Gilman’s Point so that was always out of the question.

It was around 10:00am in the morning and we were still walking and getting close to Stella Point. If I’d thought that the ascent to Barafu Camp was bad this one was much worse and consisted of what felt like going round and round in an everlasting zigzag. An overwhelming sense of fatigue enveloped me and at points I was sleep walking for want of a better word. From Stella Point Uhuru Peak was around an hour away.

I remember my guide telling me that at the rate that I was going I wouldn’t make stella point and I remember that infuriating me. Like, do you really think I’d come all this way to not even make it to the top and at least get a certificate? You must be kidding! It became apparent that I wouldn’t be allowed to even try to get to Uhuru Peak (the furthest point) which pissed me off no end especially considering that I was still in the right frame of mind. There was nothing wrong with me and this was confirmed by a guide too. The only thing was that I was slow and that seemed to be reason enough to not go further- apparently. At this point I was too tired to even bother explaining myself and I settled on staying at Stella Point which was still pretty high and still a feat in itself.

For me that was the only thing that marred the whole experience for me and to be honest I’d definitely climb Kili again on my own terms which would include climbing with friend(s) or a family member and certainly in a much smaller group. Some experiences are worth being shared and for me this was one such time. There’s something pretty cool about having someone else that you know be in on something special.

Having said all of this however what I have learnt about myself during this process is innumerable but I’ll share a few.

 

Stay in your lane

It was very easy to compare my progress to others and feel inadequate at times especially when I was seriously behind. Doing this only ended up in me feeling frustrated and can be likened to what we tend to do at times in life; compare ourselves to others. All of us have different journeys, detours and destinations in life so why compare where you are in life to someone else? Stay in your lane and appreciate your journey. The grass only looks greener on the other side because you have neglected to water your own.

 

You can’t control everything

I couldn’t control how altitude sickness would affect me and the times that it would.At best I could try and manage it. Some were more affected than others. I didn’t experience much at the beginning but towards the end it kicked in. Sometimes in life we can’t always control what happens but we can aim to make the best out of whatever life throws at us.

 

The beauty isn’t in the destination but the journey.

I really have to stress this point because it is something that really became apparent to me on this climb. There were so many beautiful sights along the way which were breathtaking. Having the clouds as your constant companion was nothing short of cool and it is definitely a sight that will forever remain etched in my mind. At times I’d just stop, pause and take it all in because no photos could ever really capture the beauty of it all. This point is one that I will have to constantly drum into my mind as in life I’m always so eager to get to the destination but struggle to appreciate the journey and the many lessons I learnt along the way.

 

Those are just a few of the things that I learnt and as I was walking down I felt a sense of relief. Unfortunately on the way down I twisted both ankles and managed to twist my left ankle twice. I don’t even know how I was able to get down but it was extremely painful. I remember almost losing the will to continue walking down and thinking that ‘I’m actually going to die walking down’. It may sound ridiculous but it is what it is.I literally had to will myself to try and move and when we got to a point that a car could take me down I was able to get in one and get down. Needless to say I needed to go to hospital after and after a few days the pain subsided.

 

Finally and most importantly I found the climb to be extremely spiritual for me which I loved and appreciated. It brought a lot of peace and serenity to an otherwise chaotic mind at times. All in all it’s been a really good experience and I would definitely recommend it warts and all 😉  If truth be told I’m already thinking about what my next challenge will be and whatever it is I say bring it on!  😉

 

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What Kind of friend are you?

 

So recently I was sitting in my room reminiscing about life as you do and I came across a beautiful quote:

 

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The part that jumped out to me was the friendship part. I just felt a strong conviction and God really asking me ‘What kind of friend are you?’.

Woah. That caught me wayyy of guard. Like. I would like to think I’m a good friend but then wouldn’t we all? Maybe it’s time we removed the veneers and really take a look at how we’re really like. Try as I might to shake it off (pride) I couldn’t and I really had to sit down and examine myself.

I’ll be honest with you, I am never the type to ‘cut’ people off. Rather I just let the friendship die a slow natural death where I proceed not to bother and leave it in a state of uncertainty. Is there really a difference between the two? I’m starting to wonder myself. Some of it stems from feeling let down by others but what God made me realize is that sometimes I place ‘conditions’ on my friendships like, ‘We’re friends for as long as you check up on me’ or ‘We’re friends for as long as you support me’. Once that stops, the friendship now has a question mark looming over it. That’s not cool. At all. Life is dynamic and we all have our high and low seasons and friendships shouldn’t be seen as something that is reviewed. I won’t lie I’ve got a long way to go when it comes to love and all of that but I can start with my friends; learning to love unconditionally. Love without expecting anything back and loving your friends even when they’re not being the best friend that they could possibly be (as I have been sometimes). Because if we really sit down and examine some of the friendships that have ceased to exist in our life we have to admit that they could have easily been ironed out and just been a mere bend in the road rather than being a dead end.

 

Yes, some people will abuse that but show love anyway and don’t ever lower how much of a great friend you can be to others simply because you are not receiving it in return.

Lessons I learnt from planning an event.

 

 

Hey everyone! As many of you are aware I put on a charity spoken word event for the 18th of June. I’m happy to say that I raised over £200 for the charity ‘Dig Deep’ which is great news!

 

So. It was the first time that I’d ever planned an event independently before. How did it go? Well, it was interesting to say the least! I’ll leave a few flyers which will further buttress my point:

 

 

Notice the difference? Well if it isn’t very obvious it’s the venue change(s). The idea to do the event was formed on a whim and it was helped by the fact that I had been offered a space that I could use free of charge. Unfortunately that fell through and so the hunt for another venue began. Bear in mind that I had already started spreading the word and getting poets for the night. There were talks of postponing the date to which I was absolutely against as availability of poets would differ and besides, I’d set my mind on that date and on that day it would remain.

I’m going to list some of the lessons I learnt, in no particular order:

 

NEVER book a venue online!!!

I made the dreaded mistake of booking the 2nd venue online without seeing it beforehand. I went ahead with it because I knew that they had done poetry events before in the past. Furthermore, I had clearly detailed what type of event it would be and so I paid and they agreed. This is where the real problem began. It became evident that the atmosphere would not be conducive to the type of event that I want to hold. I went there on the 13th, the Tuesday before the event and my heart well and truly sank. I had a lovely discussion with the manager and it was obvious that the venue wouldn’t work at that time. I was able to get my money back which was great but of course now I was on the hunt for another venue. Bear in mind that this is two days before the event and I have people asking me about final details and so on. I didn’t tell anyone immediately because you don’t want to get people worried. Ironically I ended up using a venue that I had been wary of using before as it was a church hall. * Special shoutout to my girl Zoe-Grace for hooking me up with the venue ❤ ❤ ❤ *. I say this because I didn’t want to use a church hall as it wasn’t necessarily a ‘Christian event’ so to speak but evidently God thought otherwise. I had no regrets and the venue was perfect for what I needed.

 

Patience! Patience and more patience!

Managing expectations was a key thing I learnt especially the expectations of performers and also the general public.For me it was very important to be professional in my dealings with others as although I had some friends performing I also had other people who I had never met before.

 

Have a back up. Always.

People will ‘mean well’ and promise heaven and earth to help but ultimately very few actually do. This isn’t to slight anyone and I get that life happens etc but it is what it is at the end of the day. What I learnt was to take what people promise with a pinch of salt. Smile, express gratitude but realise that we are all only human and we can let each other down. Some may feel bad and apologise and others won’t, such is life but you move on from it. I have to give the biggest shoutout to my lovely sisters Funmi, Dunsin and Tofunmi for helping me set up; perks of having a big family. 😉

 

The unexpected will happen.

It’s all very well having a plan and timings for the event but guaranteed it does not always go to plan. Some poets were late so the order changed a bit and my host was late (through no fault of her own) . I was thrown into temporary panic but thank God my friend Zoe agreed to do it and she was great too.

 

Know your vision and stick to it.

People will offer ‘advice’ which often times you never asked for but just politely smile anyway. You are under no obligation to take it and often times they don’t see what you see. Stick to your guns and take the advice that you want to take and don’t feel obliged to take on every advice. Even on the night I still had people offering ‘advice’. Advice which I never solicited for but hey, such is life. You smile and keep it moving.

 

Have fun and remember the bigger picture!

As weird as it sounds and through all the hiccups I actually enjoyed the process. It wasn’t easy and there was a very real possibility that the event wouldn’t go ahead but it did. The best piece of feedback I got was at the end where people weren’t in a rush to leave which is always a good thing. Even before the event and definitely after I have had people asking ‘When is the next one?’,  to which I respond with a 🙂 .

Who knows? It could be the beginning of something great.

 

The one thing I wish I had gotten was a videographer though I know that people recorded on the various devices but still, it would have been nice. I did have a photographer cover the event and when the pictures are ready I will definitely share them 🙂

 

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Thoughts of the week

 

Hey everyone! I hope you had a great week? The highlight of my week was going to the ‘Holy Desperation’ Conference this Friday which was hosted by Heather Lindsey and her husband Cornelius. She is the founder of the ‘Pinky Promise movement’ which I am a part of in London and it has really been a blessing to me.

You know when you know that a word is just for you and is so apt for the season you are in? Well that was me on Friday evening. I won’t lie, I wasn’t too excited about going and was almost close to just staying at home as I was a little down but I’m so happy I went!

In other news I’ve been thinking about the name of my blog. I don’t want to say I’ve outgrown it because I’m not on the other end of the spectrum. That being said I know that I’m not as tenaciously introverted as I was when I did start the blog (which has been a while but I had a long hiatus before I decided to start afresh on wordpress). I think growing up has played a big part but also most importantly being comfortable and confident in my identity in Christ.

A few people have made some remarks along those lines too and it echoed what I had been thinking for a while.Having said that I do kinda like how opeytheintrovert rolls off the tongue and I think it’s a lovely reminder of the girl I was and the woman that I am becoming. The name itself could be a bit of a puzzle especially considering that I go by my middle name Ruth now but for writing purposes I will always use the name Opeyemi as I love it and I have already been going by that name. I know it sounds a bit confusing and right now I’m not prepared to divulge why I decided to change names. Maybe someday I will and maybe I never will? Who knows 😉

I think I’m in that funny ‘growing up’ transitioning period; being 21 does that to you 😉

 

P.S. : Training has been going really well for my Kilimanjaro trip and in case you didn’t know( though I feel like I may go on about it one too many times sometimes) I’m climbing Kili to raise money for the charity Dig Deep. Fundraising has been going well though I still have quite a way to go and deadline is almost round the corner. If you would like to contribute the link is: https://mydonate.bt.com/fundraisers/opeyemiadeyemo1

Thanks in advance x