Miss Tuck Shop- Strange dreams and the art in my living room

I had a strange dream the other day. I was walking past my old flat at University. Actually, I was skipping past, singing a song I can no more remember. I was very happy and excited about something- maybe a new boyfriend or perhaps the red sandals that were helping me skip along so swiftly. I say it was a strange dream for two reasons:

  1. I was hardly ever excited at Uni. Books were hard, life was complicated and anytime I spent being excited was time that I could use for studying.
  2. I was the girl in the dream but another me was watching.

It turned out that I was not skipping past my old flat. I didn’t live in that flat. It was a different me. This me was none-the-wiser to the pressures of being the best and leaving good impressions. In fact, the me that skipped past my old flat was the daughter of the woman who ran the tuck shop at the end of the road. Yes, I remember her.  She had no academic qualifications but she was always happy whenever I stopped by the shop.

Art in my living room (painted by D Agboola, 2007)

A painting in my living room remains me of her. Everyone who visits thinks it’s a painting of me. I take it as a compliment and then I smile and say, ‘No, it isn’t me.’ There’s something about her, isn’t there? She lures you in and keeps you there. I admire her stance. I love her trinkets and the confidence she exudes in her eyes. I often stare at the painting, trying to see me in her.  But like I said- she isn’t me. And pictures are static. It’s alright for her to always look confident. In the movement of life, confidence may fail. I aspire to confidence that is core who I am, what I represent and what I’m on earth for. I have a couple of ideas about what the grand plan might be and I’ve been thinking about these lately. Maybe that’s why I dreamt about Miss Tuck Shop. Perhaps any day now I’ll be skipping past my old failures, enthused about something new and exciting. There may even be a pair of lovely red sandals to look forward to!


  1. Again, another lovely post from you…..I remember that painting! My first reaction when I saw it was, ‘is this you?’ Amen to skipping past old failures. It’s a worthy aspiration. I’m trying to figure out which flat you’re referring to. Will call over the weekend to discuss!


  2. A very interesting dream and analysis. I love that painting!


  3. victoria says:

    very nice K, and the painting cant forget it. sometimes we need to reflect on the past, our failures and also how far we have moved on. u re truly an inspiration. 🙂


  4. Really like the painting, the post and the analogy of skipping past those moments in your life where you weren’t exactly where or how you wanted to be.


  5. Wonderful story leading up to the bit of insight of “I’ll be skipping past my old failures,” – Marvelous bit of insight, as well.

    Yes, I actually for a split second I thought the painting was you, until I looked closer to. She does look a little like you, though, with the photo you have up now.


  6. Everyone who visits thinks it’s a painting of me…
    YESSS!!! so did I!!!


  7. Jackie Paulson 1966 says:

    I have to agree that the painting reminds me of you, as I just met you the picture brings life to you. As I just found you today and will look forward to reading your posts. Bless you, I really love the art work!@~ Jackie


  8. Good post – like the painting, too.


  9. No, but you are right, there is something special about it that makes you want to engage with the picture.


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