I am vexing jo

Heeeyyyyyyy peeeeeeeepppppppssss, I missed you guuyyyyyssssss!!!!!

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I am so happy to be blogging again, It has beeennnn soooooo looooonng. This is my first uncoordinated post. It is because I just got a laptop to use and the first thing I thought of was blogsville.

I am vexing for you guys sha ooo.  Eku airini aibere eni (well done on not seeing me and not asking of me). Ahn ahhhnnn now, are you guys not my blog friends again? At least you know it is unlike me not to blog at least a week and also comment on your blog posts. I am soooo saaad, I was expecting to be missed and here I am, just to find out that you guys haven's asked of me (sulking face).

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Well, I am sure that you are wondering what caused my unplanned absence. Well, plenty things o. My Internet subscription, Blackberry and employers just decided to come together to plan my blogsville downfall but when there is a will, there is a way.

That is how 2 Fridays ago, my subscription expired, 4 days later, my Blackberry service expired and they put me on one very busy and excruciating engagement that I couldn't even see road, talk less of blog. I started the job for one week before proceeding on my leave, which is why I could not renew my internet and BB, since I wasn't going to be in the country to use it. So, right now, I am in Naijamum's country. If only she were not anonymous, I would have gone to her house, so I could learn how to be a good mum. I ran into some issues with my BB, that I can't solve till I get back to Lagos, which is in 2 weeks time. Till then I will be gallivanting about, till the spirit leads me to Naijamum's house or Beautiful's school.

The two things I miss most now is Blogsville and the BB, even though you guys haven't missed me and asked for me o. Its all good sha, I will device a way to 'do my own back'.

I am still sad and sulky o, so please don't beg me because I am already doing 'asko' for you...

The Voter and the Missionary

On the day I was trying to do my voters’ registration, one man was having problem scanning his fingerprints. He kept trying and trying but it kept failing, then people started getting restless and later asked him to leave. I really felt bad for the man because he was quiet all through and looked embarrassed. So, one woman said he should check what he is doing wrong, that maybe he did not pray that day or maybe he did not go to church (it was a Sunday). Just as I was wondering what the woman’s issue was, someone gave her a quizzical look. And she looked back and said ‘It is true’. She said she realized that the day people don’t go to church, something bad happen. She gave an example of one time when she rushed out of church so she could get home early, she ended up staying at the bus stop so long that it was until when the service was over that she got a bus. In my mind, I was like 'what'? She had the ‘No trouser, No earring’ look but I couldn’t ascertain which church she attended.

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The Bible says that our father in heaven makes rain fall on both the just and the unjust (Matt 5: 45). The fact that someone did not go to church or is not a Christian does not mean his fingerprint should not scan, otherwise only Christians will have the right to vote. Let us face the truth, some of the INEC scanners were not sharp and they had problem scanning fingerprints of old people, including that of Olusegun Obasanjo. Why would someone want to relate everything that happens to religion or righteousness? Some people have just determined to preach heresies whenever they have the opportunity, while some other so-called Christians are just too judgemental, thereby becoming a stumbling block to some people that would want to come to repentance.

When it got to the woman’s turn to register, they asked for her occupation and she said she is a missionary. I thought to myself, 'Figures, some new converts are in trouble'!

One Lovely Blog Award

As a response to the ‘One Lovely Blog Award’ kitkat awarded me this weekend, I am putting up this post.

The rules go thus

• Link back to the blogger who gave you this award
• Tell people seven facts about you they are not aware of
• Pass the award to fifteen recently discovered blogs that you like
• Notify the lucky chums of their awards

On to seven facts about me

 

1. I am a strong fan of Christian rock music. I love Christian rock music like mad. Their lyrics are very deep and this just does it for me. I can go all day with my ear phones on, listening to just that

 

2. I am scared of child birth. I think this is due to the fact that all my life, I have been hearing of the pains of child birth. I am sure I went through a more severe pain when I had a dental/jawbone surgery (without anaesthetics) 5 years ago. Truth is I hate physical pain, which makes me scared of child birth

 

3. I don’t have favourites. I don’t have ‘favourite anything’. No favourite colour, food, designer, music, cloth, etc. Therefore I am very easy to please

 

4. I hate shopping. Yeah, I hate shopping o. This is because I have problem making choices and I always like nothing and at the same time everything. Complicated, abi? I can spend hours in a boutique with money in my pocket and come back out handed. This reminds me of my 7day trip to Dubai. For the first 5 days, I was walking round the shops and just strolling, not interested in anything. It was on the sixth day I had to talk sense to myself. I wonder how it will be if I had gone back to Nigeria empty handed.

 

5. I am obsessed with my figure. Well, I know I have a great figure and I don’t want to lose it. I wonder how I will look after having kids. I will still want that flat stomach o. Married women, any advice?

 

6. I love trekking. I am very very very energetic and I love burning that energy. When I was in SSS3, I started going to one evening lesson near Unilag. Sometimes in the evening, my friend and I will trek all the way. She will stop at Bariga while I will keep trekking all the way to Gbagada (Deeper Life side). If you know Lagos well, you will understand that Unilag to Gbagada every night is not beans.

 

7. I love watching movies. I hated watching movies in the early stage of my life. But since 2007, that changed drastically, as a result of rolling with too much Engineering guys. Now, I love movies so much. It’s a pity I have not really had time to watch lots of movies this year.

 

Most of my blogger friends have been awarded, so I am opening up the award and passing it to any blogger that has not been awarded.

 

Hope you enjoyed the post

 

Yorubas: She is good, might even be better than you

Titi speaks about learning Yoruba

This is the first video I will ever share on blog. I had to cover my eyes in shame while watching it, because she is better than me in some aspects. And for all those Nigerians ashamed of their language, this is food for thought.

Even her intonation is impressive

Na wo o

What did I do?

Earlier, my mother called for me and started talking to me. I don’t mean the gisting type of talk but the lashing type. She and my grandmother were in the room so she first reported me to her before she started with me, after which my grandmother then started her own. My mother recalled all my ‘sins’ and railed some false accusations, none that I agreed with. The sad thing is that I couldn’t defend myself against any of them because the last thing you would want to do is talk back when two generations of Yoruba mothers are lashing you, you will never hear the end of the story. My grandmother’s lashing was based on my mother’s earlier one. Has your grandmother ever talked to you? You will find out that the fact that she has time on her hands and is not rushing anywhere means that she will keep going on and on and on.

The amazing thing is that till now, I don’t know what I did. No, let me correct that statement, I did not do anything. I am of the opinion that they just called me out of the blues, found a small gap and took advantage of that to start lashing me. I also believe that they think that since I will be leaving their house very soon, they have to try everything they can for me not to ‘disgrace’ them and make them proud wherever I find myself. They were doing this out of love, but going about it the wrong way.

All through the encounter, I was thinking to myself, ‘what a waste of time, I just want to leave this room, what did I do? what kind of thing is this?’. Everything they were saying was entering one hear and coming out of the other. I was just… pissed! All these… For what now? All the while, my ‘other half’ (OH) was downstairs (yes, they made me leave him) and I was getting impatient. At the end of the encounter, my grandmother asked me to kneel down and say sorry to my mum and I was like ‘for which of the ‘sins’ exactly?’. I knelt down and said ‘sorry’ and left. Better to just oblige patiently than argue, it makes things die down more easily and faster.

To the mamas and grandmas out there, generational gaps are supposed to be bridged, not widened. If you want to ‘talk to’ someone younger than you, please be sure to have a genuine reason for lashing so it won’t sound like you are giving lectures. Giving lectures won’t make things better, it will only drive the wedge between the both generations further down. Be your child’s closest friend and confidant and don’t expect that it will automatically happen in future. And when the child is older, please step back. After all, you took the effort to train the child so he could be wise in future, so trust that all your effort was not in vain.

Hovering Flies



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I was in church one day when OH (Other Half) pointed flies hovering around a girl’s hair. Sadly, she was oblivious to what was going on around her ‘glory cap’ so she couldn’t swat them. Also, no one would dare start send the flies away in order not to draw attention to the lady, which will end up embarrassing her. She had fixed a weave and it looked alright to the human eye. So why exactly were flies choosing to hover around just only her hair? Here is the reason.

According to OH, the hair hovering flies is something he sees a lot, especially when he was in secondary school. When ladies do not have the opportunity to lose their hair after a long time, they look for one way or the other to wash the hair, while it is still unloosed on their head. Then they apply a lot of pink oil on it so that it will shine and no one will know that it is old. Before you know it, the hair is already sticky and smelly. It then gives off this odour that is though unperceivable by the human nostrils, attracts flies.

Unfortunately, the flies betray them and let every one know their ‘dirty little secret’, even if they look clean on the outside. As I said earlier, the sad part they do not realize that everyone is already in on their ‘secret’.

Do you have a ‘dirty little secret’ that you have disguised to look clean on the outside? Whatever you do, just be sure the hovering flies are not betraying the ‘prim and proper’ look you have used to cover it up. Better still, find time to ‘loose out’ the secret and deal with it.

So, what is the point?

Ok, so I decided to go to church on this particular Monday evening’s Singles Fellowship (the one where I met The Yuppy Sugar Daddy near), if you want to find out more about The Yuppy Sugar Daddy, click here. I sometimes find Singles Fellowship amusing because different people come for different reasons. Some people come to hear how to improve their relationships, some just came to learn. Some came to look for wives while many more came to look for husbands.


When I got there, they happened to be having prayer meeting because they had been fasting (I use ‘they’ because it is not the church I work with and attend on Sundays but I am a regular member). We were told to pray for the fear of God because one of the major problems Christians were having is that we don't fear God anymore and I was really convicted of this. Niways, a little while later, I was in the ladies washing my hands. Some lady comes in talking on the phone. She was telling the person on the other end that she was in church. She then said she will see the person soon since the service will end by 8.00pm.

I assumed she didn’t know that we were closing 8.30, I wanted to correct her so that she will not unknowingly stand someone up but decided to keep my mouth shut. She ended her call and as she was walking out, she turned up her nose at the phone (you know, the sign that says 'ode, I just deceived you’), I just stood there dumbfounded. I was just wondering, ‘Eeeh eehh, even right in church, she was lying’. She had just prayed about the fear of God. I just wondered... So, what is the point of the whole ‘church thing’?

An Irony

(Image from African American Elders Resource Directory)

Every morning, I go to work and a middle-aged man greets me and opens the gate for me. I get to my desk, a middle-aged woman walks past me and starts mopping the floor, another one comes to clean my desk. All the while, what do I do when I see these people? Do I just ignore them? No. I greet them, good morning, good morning. I realize that any of them could have been my Dad, Mum, Uncle or Aunt? It is such an irony of life, the elder serving the younger and there is nothing anyone can do about it. Or I could look at it this way, everyone is just doing his or her job. But can I really say it is as simple as that?

Do those elderly people really look at it like that? Funny thing is that two years from now, my career would have really progressed but those elderly people will still be at the same spot, talk about stagnancy. Where is the progression for them? Yes, they might have had a slight increase in income but nothing significant enough to change their status in life. I really don’t know what these people's stories are but whatever the case, is it really too late for those guys to do something to change their lot in life. From my myopic view, my answer is 'I don’t think so.

There are many great people who started late in life such and ended up successful. Examples are listed below

• Mary Kay, the famous cosmetics maker who started her business in 1963 at the age of 45.

• Harrison ford, the famous veteran actor was not a successful actor until the age of 34.

• Stan Lee, creator of Spider-Man, was 43 when he began drawing his legendary superheroes and his partner Jack Kirby was 44 when he created The Fantastic Four.

• Julia Child didn't even learn to cook until she was almost 40 and didn't launch her popular show until she was 50.

• Harlan Sanders, the Colonel Sanders of Kentucky Fried Chicken fame, was 66 when he began to promote his style of cooking and create an empire.

I could go and on but the examples are just too many. Even if one doesn’t have an education, it is never too late to start. Nothing says that because one started late, one cannot succeed. Trying is in itself a form of succeeding. Succeed at valuing yourself and go for it!

If, as John Greenleaf Whittier says, the saddest words are "it might have been," the next saddest have to be "I should have tried."