Feels like forever since I blogged. In fact I feel so ashamed at my behavior these last few months. At the beginning of 2013 I started this blog and planned to put up at least one post every month. Here I am with the year lurching fast towards a close and I can’t confidently say I stayed true to the plan. So much for planning *sigh*
To my avid readers and fans and supporters and followers and commenters, you guys have been so wonderful and thanks for sticking around and not giving up on me especially during my self-imposed hiatus.
I’ve still got all these stories I so wanna share with you guys. A whole lot of them! *sigh again*. Lord give me strength to stay focused, IJN. Amennnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn
Before then let me tell you what I’ve been up to these last few months. So I started emcee-ing as a business venture though I’ve been doing it for family, friends, friends of friends and whoever was interested in using my services. But I joined Toastmasters International and discovered I could take emcee-ing to a whole new, professional level.
In the subsequent months, I will be sharing with you tips on how to choose your emcee, especially for weddings, how to relate with your prospective emcee, things to consider when shopping for an emcee as well as posts and pictures of the different events/weddings I’ve emceed these past months.
Basically what makes an event memorable to you and your guests is the EXPERIENCE. After all the drama and razzmatazz of planning and attending an event wears off, the idea is for you and your guests to come away feeling like you just had a magical conversation with an OLD FRIEND.
Speaking of old friends, while typing this post I was sitting in the company of some old friends from Warri whom I grew up with. And the gist came up about grooms who put on silk gloves or any kind of gloves for that matter in this age and time. EPIC FAIL. I was going to say “who still does that”? Then I remembered a bbm display picture I came across recently of a groom and best man dressed in orange coloured suits and lacey gloves to boot. And then the days when as a flower girl of page boy at a wedding, part of your duties involved cutting up shimmering gift wraps into tiny bits to serve as confetti. How time flies, sobbing a la Nkiru Sylvanus. Someone once said that “there’s nothing sadder in this world than to awake Christmas morning and not be a child”. Oh I want to be a child again! To prance and dance without a care in the world. Those idyllic days of ignorance and bliss.
Ha! Here I am waxing lyrical, dreaming of a time gone by. It’s exactly 25 days to Christmas and I looooooooove Christmas. There’s something enchanted about the season.
Compliments of the season!
Dawan Speaking 