Out and About

Took me five minutes to put a title on this post; so if it's not appropriate, please forgive me.

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*Knocks* *Dodges shoe and cobwebs* *Looks around to ensure nobody’s going to kill me*

My brothers and sisters, the devil is most definitely a liar. I have never ever been this busy in my entire life. Even when I was dealing with my final year project and I thought my life was over, it wasn’t this crazy.  MsTizzle, I had promised myself to get this post up today and then I saw your “message”; thank you very much for looking out for me, I appreciate. God bless you.

First, all of you women that have babies please tell me that child birth is not as painful as toothache and I will start reconsidering having babies again. I had one major toothache two weeks ago and that is the worst pain I’ve suffered in my whole life. It was too painful and it made me wonder how women feel during child birth. I couldn’t eat, drink, sleep or even think sef; my head was just pounding. Thank God for small and big mercies sha, the toothache went before sallah so I was able to eat meat :D

I’m excited.

The sweet Sugarspring gave me this award. I’m supposed to write 7 random stuff about myself and I was torn between making them serious or funny random stuff. This is it now anyway; so decide whether it falls on the serious or funny side for you.

Rules

•  Thank the person who gave you the award

Massive shout out to Lady Sugarspring. Thanks a lot girl; you rock. The picture of you I have in my head is that of a funny, painfully honest and happy person who sometimes has a lot of drama; I hope I’m right. Thank you again. iAppreciate.

• 7 Randoms about Myself

1. I love God very much and Jesus is my hommie. Took me long to wrap my head around the love of God for me but I’ve learnt and I’m still learning and I’m grateful that I have the privilege of experiencing God’s love. In my little way, I try to love Him back too.
2. I’m extremely awesome at remembering things, events and people. As long as I see your face once, I will remember you and everything I know about you. Even if I have never met you, as long as I’ve seen your picture, I’ll remember you and all I know about you. My family members know who to come to when they need to remember an incident from 15 or 20 years ago.
3. I love loud music. I live in constant fear of damaging my ear someday because of earphones and loud music. I love rock music and I mean; if rock music isn’t loud, then why are you listening to it at all? If it’s not loud music, then it’s not me.
4. I can wear tank top for Africa. I’m comfortable going anywhere with tank top and jeans. I know this is because our weather isn’t too cold and I’m thankful for that. I believe one day, I’ll host a party and the dress code will be tank top and jeans. Please be prepared.
5.  I hate the sound of car horns. You have no idea how much; especially those people that sleep on the horn like they never had those toy trumpets when they were growing up. It’s a huge turn off for me; I automatically dislike people who sleep on their car horns (even if they look like Adam Levine or C. Ronaldo)
6. Chickens scare me. You know those ones that have chicks and move around with them; they scare me. There’s a story behind that but I’m not telling so y’all don’t choke on laughter; just let’s say I was very naughty as a child. #Shikena.
7. You may or may not know this, but I will marry C. Ronaldo one day. #EndOfStory (If you do not know who he is, please ensure you ask Mr. Google). Thank you.

So that’s it. :D Please permit me to skip rules 3 and 4 for now; I’ll add them later. I feel really selfish for doing that, but I'm sorry.

#InOtherNews My birthday is in 2 weeks :D :D :D I’m kinda looking forward to it *dancing azonto*

Okay, by now, I believe you've had enough of my scattered brain. Bye..

On a serious note, think on these words: "Take the risk of thinking for yourself- much more happiness, truth, beauty and wisdom will come to you that way" Christopher Hitchens.

Have a lovely week and have a fantastic November. God bless you. Kisses.

15 Minutes of Shame

                                                     

I think I caught the perfectionist flu too. I have been trying to get a post here but I type and then think it’s not good enough so I either save as draft or discard completely. I finally decided that I’m not a perfect person and nobody expects perfection from me (I hope I’m right about this).

Anyway, I have a story today.  Here’s what I will probably call my most embarrassing moment ever. So enjoy.

Me: Story story

Reader: Story

Me: Once upon a time

Reader: Time time

I have this pair of pants (trousers) that I love very much. It’s not short; not dragging on the floor, has pockets, belt hole, very corporate and quite fitted too. I love to wear it with my jackets because my jackets are fitted so all the fine figure 8 (coughs) will arrange well when I wear it with a jacket (I wear jackets once in a month). There’s just one problem with this pretty pants: I ALWAYS forget to zip it up. Please put emphasis on ALWAYS. It has three buttons and so by the time I button it up, I would have forgotten the zip. Thankfully, the zip is kinda hidden so even if I forget to zip up, it doesn’t show.

On this lovely afternoon, I was tired of gawking at my computer screen so I stepped out and had to go to the rest room and as usual, I forgot to zip up. I got back to my desk just in time for one boss to give me something to do so I kept standing up, sitting down and walking around to finish this task.

This is the painful part: There’s this fresh bobo in my office; good looking, friendly to the ladies and all, very charming and witty, very handy with all the six packs (Ahem, I’ve seen him wear fitted tee shirts); I finished my task about 15 minutes later and went to sit at my desk and Mr. Fresh sends me an IM that read “Babe how far na? You wan kill us? Try arrange your zip na”. Choi, I wanted to die! Most of my work is done walking up and down and standing over tables trying to do one thing or the other (techie woes) and so I tried to recall how many offices I had walked into in the 15 minutes and how many GUYS had seen me or more aptly, the kind of guys that had seen me in the 15 minutes of shame and that was when depression set in. I’m serious.

I’m not sure if it was the fact that I forgot to zip up or the person that “discovered it” or the people I had contact with in the 15 minutes and I’m not sure what they saw or didn’t see that caused the depression, but I lost the will to keep working that day. I was just quiet and subdued for the rest of the day. I was tempted to ask the guy if it was that obvious, but I respected myself. Why add further insult to my injury?

Anyway, I know it will never ever happen again. Lai lai God forbid. There is no way I’m forgetting to zip it up ever again. My 15 minutes of shame will probably stay with me forever. I was embarrassed. Things don’t embarrass me like that (spent far too long working around guys) but this one was different.

Reader: Laughs, shakes head, feels sorry for me and even remembers a similar situation they have been in.

Me: This is the end of my story. I’m thinking of ditching the pants sef; I’ve had it for a while now or what do you think?

If you want to laugh at me, please feel free. I laughed at myself after the depression phase passed.

This story happened this week. I’ve decided to wear skirts for the rest of the week since I never forget to zip up my skirts. Lol.

Have you been in a similar situation or in worse? Please gist us.

Massive shout out(s) to my new followers. You guys rock!!!

Enjoy the rest of the week. God bless you.

My Top 10...

Hello people. Very quickly; this is a list of some of my best quotes. Hope they mean as much to you as they mean to me. Hopefully, one day, I’ll be able to write about each one of them as they apply to me. Oh, btw, the list is in descending order. Number one is one of my all-time favorites.  So, enjoy:

1.       Marianne Williamson: “Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”

2.       Thomas Edison: "If we did the things we are capable of, we would astound ourselves."

3.       Thomas Edison: "Many of life's failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up."

4.       Mother Teresa: "I know God will not give me anything I can't handle. I just wish that He didn't trust me so much."

5.       Goethe: "Whatever you can do, or dream you can, begin it. Boldness has genius, power, and magic in it."

6.       Oliver Wendell Holmes: "What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us."

7.       Albert Einstein:  "There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle."

8.       Winston Churchill: "Success is never final. Failure is never fatal. It is courage that counts."

9.       Eddie Rickenbacker:  "Courage is doing what you're afraid to do. There can be no courage unless you're scared."

10.    Eleanor Roosevelt: “The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.”

Okay, so that’s mine. What’s your top 3 or maybe not top, just any 3 that comes off the top of your head? Please share with us. We would like to know. J

BTW, it's my brother's birthday today. Happy birthday love. Sis loves you very much

Apology? Definetely Yes!

Hello dear bloggers and friends. Yes, I need to apologize, I know. So, first of all, I’m sorry I haven’t been here in almost a month. I promised myself that I would post something here even if it’s once in a month and that “something” isn’t going to be an apology, but I think I just botched L  It’s been due to a series of circumstances beyond my control and I apologize. I have been so busy and pre-occupied with a whole lot of things that at some point in the past week, in a bid to put my life in order again, I wanted to take many of the things that are not physically a part of my life an example being this little space of mine and focus on the physical things such as work, but yesterday, someone I didn’t expect sent me a message telling me he read my blog and some other stuffs like that. So, here was I, thinking it was time to end this blog, even though it hasn’t become what I want and there was someone else, reading the whole thing. I actually feel much honored. So, I came to the conclusion, I won’t end it, I will only make some changes and if you look closely, I have actually made those changes.  Anyway, before I go on, let me make the promise again to not only write something here AT LEAST once a month, but to make sure that IT IS NOT an apology post. So help me God!

Now to other matters, I’m in a new work environment, completely foreign to me, not because of the people, but because of the processes. The people are friendly, but the way of life here is completely different from anything I’m used to.

In other news, my birthday is in about 22 days, depending on what time you are reading this post. Yay!!!J I’m surprised that I’m not more excited than this, the usual me is always so SUPER excited about my birthday even from 3 months before it comes. You don’t believe me; go ask my friends and classmates, they can tell you what kind of birthday lover I am. Why this year is different still baffles me a lot, this is supposed to be one of my most important/significant birthdays, but well, I guess the people around me don’t care much for birthdays, so what can I do?

Okay, lest I forget, over the past few weeks, I have been letting everyone know that politics is not my thing. True, I want to see things get better, but I’m not a political activist even if I come up with one or two lines that reflect my political thinking. Anyway, I’m sure the right audience for this paragraph is not blogsville, but you can never be too sure about these things, so I will just say it anyway. So I would fully appreciate it if I’m left out of certain political discussions #nuffsaid.

Anyways, that said, I think I’ll just stop here. Someone is already using side eye to look at what I’m typing from my head without consulting any paper or website. So till I come on this space again, trotcha!!!

God doesn’t always give us what we ask, not because we don’t need it, but because we deserve better.

Hair has become gold now!!!

I'm not here to play or write random things or look around. Today, I am really angry and the cause of my anger is hair.

These days ehn, hair(extensions, weavons, attachments or whatever you'd like to call them) has become so painfully expensive that I wish I was older and way past all of this 2011 nonesense. Thanks to the lace front hair, brazillian hair, Peruvian hair,Indian hair, Remmy hair and all the other "hairs" that are available right now, common Premium too is now getting expensive. Oh, and did I forget to say that they have started packaging it like the brazillians now. Mchewww.

So I wanted to make my hair today and on getting to the place where they sell the"common" hair extensions that we know, I met different ridiculous brands of extensions, some I haven't even heard before; there was this one called chocolate which was of three different types: One that had Tonto Dike on the pack was the cheapest, and then 2 other ones that were of higher quality than the first one and even more expensive.

My point exactly is that by the time I finished calculating the money for the extensions and the money I would actually use to make the hair, I was weak to my bones and well, since my hair is long, I decided I would just continue to endure the pain of combing it every morning until God provides some means of making the hair of my choice. Call me stingy or "Akagum", I do not care. I don't have maga or anybody that will gladly drop some ridiculous amount of money for me to make my hair, I have to find my own way around these things.

What happened to the days of Darling Yaki or the likes, although I'd rather scrape my hair off than use that now, but seriously, this hair thing is getting really painful. Then you go out and see all these thin-legged girls flaunting their 30 inches Brazilian hair touching their pelebe yansh and lace front hair that was definitely not properly fixed like say na them own the factory. We know what you do and no, I will never be tempted to do that.

I guess at the end of the day, I'll just buy bending rollers and hair straightener and perform some magic on my own hair. Just watch out for miracles.

OMG, I'm growing old!!!

Last weekend, my grandma celebrated her 70th birthday and it was awesome. I mean, even with the presence of so many family members, there was still so much peace around, you know, as it always happens, if it's not food, it's bed space or foot wears or food that will cause the quarrels. Thank God though, we didn't end up shouting at ourselves and leaving angry.

So all my cousins were around, and being the oldest female cousin, I had to look out for everybody. On Saturday night, I tried to gather all the cousins together for a little reunion, and that was when I discovered that I'm growing old, really fast.  I remember when my smallest cousin was born, and now, she's almost six years old. Wow! The older ones are either almost out of university or already in university. How did I grow up so fast? When did I stop being the little child? Chei!!!

Anyway, so it was really nice to see everyone of them again and it made me realize that though I might still be a child to my mother, I'm beginning to have very many younger ones coming behind that I might be responsible for, in one way or the other. (we are like 20 of us altogether, and still counting). Also, as much as we may be miles apart, family always plays an important role in our lives and as much as possible, we should always keep them close. I know some family members do not and will never deserve any form of kindness,but the fact is they will remain family, even with all of their flaws.

Where's the "Like" Button?

Hey people. Hope the weekend has been great for you as it has for me.

Thank God they didn't cancel the parliamentary elections again today, it would have been such a disgrace. Unfortunately, that's not my area of specialization or interest, so I won't say anything more about it.

I saw my brother yesterday and today. It's been such a long time, maybe two months or thereabout I saw him last and I was really glad to see him.

Sometimes, I wish there was the "Like" button on blogger. I was reading  HoneyDame's blog today on honeydame1.blogspot.com and I came across this post about Nigerian's donating blood and HIV Type O. Now, it wasn't actually the post that made me look for the like button, but the comments that followed the post. I couldn't stop smiling and thinking wow, Nigerians will never change.

God has been really faithful to me over the past few weeks. I have a lot going on for me; many of them good and some, not so good. The beautiful part is even in all of these things, I've learnt that God is too faithful to fail. His promises may seem delayed, but in the end, He always delivers and the more you believe, the faster He delivers(at least that's what I think)

So, I have this 'friend' I'm trying to let go of.  I don't want to be rude or anything, but I just need to know how to tell someone that you can't just be friends with the person. I mean, it won't be nice to tell someone "I can't just be friends with you" but at the same time, it won't do me any good to keep talking to you and I'm really angry for every moment I spend with you. So, ideas on how to be polite and still keep my distance is needed. Thanks in advance :)

I have tests next week, and my courses are boring. That's just the plain truth. Sometimes, I wonder who came up with the idea of education. It's a concept that has never been quite right with me. Anyway, whether I like it or not, I have to read, so I have to go.

Here's wishing you a week filled with God's blessings and favor.

"A future you don't actually build up will leave you behind or meet you by surprise. Change is happening so fast that it looks like a constant"

Peace xxx

Random Thoughts

I really do not want to sound completely random, yet I can't figure out the directions of my thoughts.
Random thought #1:So my brother started blogging today. He's a very deep thinker and I'm sure you'll see the originality and depth of his thoughts in the first blog post he got the courage to upload, so you can check it out at fikayofk.blogspot.com.


Random thought #2: It amazes me how the strange things going on in this world. I saw a movie that starred a 26 year old lady that had Parkinson's disease. It was a disturbing sight. Anyways, point is I need to know if there's anything in this world that is more painful than seeing that you have your hands and can't make use of them just because they are shaking. Wouldn't it be easier to accept that the hands are not even there at all. #justsaying

I think I'll just stop rambling at this point and try to gather my thoughts.

TGIF in advance people. Looking forward seriously to the upcoming elections this weekend. Hope it will end up being as peaceful as we hope.

HOT OR NOT?

Now, usually, I don't write like this, but I have so much time on my hands right now and recently, I came across this blog and the writer (obviously a female) mentioned Michael Ealy and Keziah Jones(never heard about him and he is a Nigerian) as her ideals for male hotness. I got curious and "googled" these guys and seriously, I wasn't impressed. Not like they are bad looking guys or anything, it's just that they didn't strike me as hot. This then led to the question "How do you describe the hotness of a person?"

Against my usual self, I tried to ask google.com the question and I came about some obvious answers. Most girls talked about height(about 6 ft), green or blue eyes, not long, but dark hair(not necessarily black), biceps of course, most definetely not fat and a gentleman.

Many of the girls said something about Taylor Lautner's hair and of course, I "googled" that too and I must say I'm very impressed. His hair is beautiful(you can google that yourself. Unfortunately, you hardly find Africans with blue or green eyes and Taylor Lautner's hair, so bringing it to the home front, the girls love the guys on skin cut(I think that's what it's called) like Victor Valdes.

On the other hand, the guys seem to think that being hot is way different from being pretty. In the words of a guy, "Pretty and hot are different. Being hot is more about the body and being pretty is more about the face". So, maybe we can say nice hair, nice legs(without strands of hair sticking out of them), great body and skin and a little of the face will do hot.

What  then is the conclusion of the matter? I guess I want to say that "hotness or not" is subjective. What's hot to me might be "blah" to another person. As the saying goes, one man's meat is another man's poison, but someone can dispute the statement by saying "One man's meat can be another man's fish and another man's tofu and yet another man's eggs, it only depends on how you see it"

Since I can't seem to come to a conclusion, I will like to ask the question all over again, How would you descibe "Hotness or Not"

The Walking Mystery

I was going to class this morning and I had to walk. Halfway through the journey, I just thought about the fact that we walk everyday without caring, seeing it as just a simple action, but it struck me that actually, it's not that simple.
How is it that we are able to put all of our body weight on our legs and at the same time, move those legs one after the other and with that simple motion, cover miles everyday. This looks simple, but how come the weight on our legs have not broken those legs or the legs have not at any time given way without recovering?
It just makes me see God in a newer light and actually thank Him deeper for the fact that I can walk and move my legs everyday; and so when I complain about being tired of walking or having pains in my legs, I need to look at those that have legs and can't use them or those that do not even have and thank God for the privilege I have to have functioning legs.
I may never understand the magic behind my walking, but I'm eternally grateful.