I lost myself this year…2009 was my year of weakness…don’t know when it happened but I found myself living another girl’s dream. My dreams were on hold and I found myself settling and too comfortable…I did not get to utilize myself this year…I did not get to be me. The adventurous and proactive girl was no where to be found and rather I look in the mirror and see this stranger who was just content to take each day as they come. This is the bit and piece I could pull together.
Faith
In this department, I was a mess. A really big one. There was just no connection. I found myself praying out of duty, not because I wanted to. I pulled away from God; I was asking too much question which got no answer. I was on the verge of becoming a deitist. Please no judgments here, we all have our right to our beliefs. Now am crawling back to Islam, thanks to some friends. You can only understand if you have been there.
Family
I have a 'very interesting' family, both the nuclear and extended one. This year I have learnt to deal with my sister, particularly the last one who is a big pain in the butt. The constant fight is still there, but you can’t just do anything but love those two monsters. My extended families were busy springing a lot of surprises but I have learnt we all are different even though we share blood.
Friendship
Old friends are definitely best friends…they were there for me, they were the ones who understood…made some new friends some of whom are wonderful individuals and don’t know how to describe them. Keeping in touch with friends is hard but thanks to FB, that was managed.
Finance
Finances wasn't terrible but I could have done better. Seriously done better, I guess that is why we have a new year to make things right.
Education/Career
I worked in two varying industries this year and now I am with none. I got JOB bug and decided to go for anything all in the name of having a JOB. I did last thing I never would have seen myself doing…marketing…I guess you have to try some things for you to really back up your decisions. Now I know marketing is a no go area for me because it is just not in me. Thanks to my AIESEC experience, I got another job organizing a conference and experience was so different from those of AIESEC. I loved it, because it was a part of my dream come through. At the end of the event I had to move on. Every one thinks it’s because I am lazy that I left the job, but it was an organization which did not offer any future prospect for some one with my background and career plan.
My education was asleep this year; I had too many plans on what I wanted and could not settle for one. I wanted to write the CIPM, PMP exams and was not sure what post graduate degree to do. Finally made a decision and that is going to come to pass in 2010.
Health and Fitness
This year I added some serious weight that my mother who has always called me chicken when other tell me I have gone fat looked at me and said, madam you had better watch it. I have been stress free for a better part of the year, because I really am not a food person. Am not an exercise person and can’t go jogging in my end. Asides the big belly, I really do not have issues with the extra meat on my body. Any exercise I would be doing in the New Year would be to keep fit and not necessarily lose weight. Even my flat ass is now showing, so why would I give that up.
All in all, I give 2009 a C…but the me, you and I always knew is back and back for good.
Thursday 31 December 2009
Wednesday 9 December 2009
Trip to Egba Land.
I finally decided to take the much anticipated and awaited trip to egba land. I have been making promises for as long as i can remember. My besto had actually given up on seeing me this year.
I finally got the chance last week and i packed my bag and baggages, not even my mothers threat could stop me from taking this trip. I actually needed a change of environment. I seriously needed to clear my head and make some serious decision far away from those to be affected by my decision and close to the one I family I love dearly and who loved me back.
I had a wonderful time down there, my god children are lovely and shared quality bff time with besto and her husby. Can't believe Leah is seven month and she is such a wonderful kid. Coming back was particularly difficult for me. I was seriously pampered and showered with love and attention...
Looking forward to a wonderful holiday....
Thursday 10 September 2009
LOST OT SIMPLY MISREPRESENTED
There lies my soul, my state of mind.
Misguided stereotypical values cloud my judgment.
Racial and cultural boundaries paint over my
INDIVIDUALITY
This is my life, this is my reality
Why must I battle with my brain, to make sense of a world’s
CLOUDED JUDGEMENT. That my roots define my being.
That my name brings predictable judgement to MY ACTIONS?
Have I accepted the sins of others and chose to
pay with my SOUL?
Am I a victim of intellectual and CULTURAL ABUSE?
I LIVE IN A WORLD that knows my name, that has found my
unspoken words guilty without even been heard. I live where others
watch me and define my optimism as artificial. I live a life that has already
been predefined BY SINS I DID NOT COMMIT
I grow WEARY for even in my own land, I witness what critics talk
and write about in their journals and magazines.
I shake hand with the very people they CONDEMN,
I am governed and lead by those they scorn.
The only WEAPON I have is what lies in me, for I will not take my
frustrations to the state of embracing a LIFE OF SILENCE.
I will accept my fate, and LEAD A REVOLUTION even if the
only thing that bleeds is my words through the ink of a pen.
culled from Switched On MagazineWednesday 19 August 2009
A DECADE JUST LIKE YESTERDAY
Forever in our mind and always a part of us: Fuad Adeymi Bakre (1983-1999)
Flowers die...
Stories end...
Songs fade...
Things come to an end,
but your memories will remain evergreen.
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Can’t believe it’s already a decade since you have been gone.
I remember those days:
When we would climb up the branch of the fruit tree or is it almond, it’s called. Betting on who get to the top or is it the days we had to hide in the tree to escape punishments.
The days when we loose the dog on unsuspecting visitors.
The days we would all refuse to talk to you, and you would come apologize after days of shakara.
The days you came to our rescue, even when we are the one at fault.
The days we all sat down to hear your incredible stories.
Your plans for the future, the kind of woman you would marry...
All these we never have again,
You were no longer there to protect us from the boys as you promised.
We shall never get to meet your wife or see any children of yours.
We miss you still
Despite the fact that it's a decade ago He took you up to his bosom.
However, we took solace in the fact that you are in a better place.
To that place of peace.
Memories of you are forever treasure.
Flowers die...
Stories end...
Songs fade...
Things come to an end,
but your memories will remain evergreen.
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Can’t believe it’s already a decade since you have been gone.
I remember those days:
When we would climb up the branch of the fruit tree or is it almond, it’s called. Betting on who get to the top or is it the days we had to hide in the tree to escape punishments.
The days when we loose the dog on unsuspecting visitors.
The days we would all refuse to talk to you, and you would come apologize after days of shakara.
The days you came to our rescue, even when we are the one at fault.
The days we all sat down to hear your incredible stories.
Your plans for the future, the kind of woman you would marry...
All these we never have again,
You were no longer there to protect us from the boys as you promised.
We shall never get to meet your wife or see any children of yours.
We miss you still
Despite the fact that it's a decade ago He took you up to his bosom.
However, we took solace in the fact that you are in a better place.
To that place of peace.
Memories of you are forever treasure.
Wednesday 5 August 2009
Family Madness.......................
When a child raises up his hands to hit his mother, do not blame him because he must have done it to someone else and the mother did not reproach him then and the child simply did not see anything wrong his action.
I remember a Yoruba adage which says omo ti oba fo egbe iya re leti, apada wa fo iya re ni eti meaning a child that slaps his mothers mate would one day come back to slap his mother.
I observe my Ju'mat prayer at Kings College, since apparently there is no Mosque situated in Victoria Island. and that is where this drama occurred.
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One of the boys was obviously a trouble maker who was on the verge of a suspension...The school was closing for the session, so the boy's mother and sister came for him.
Can't say what happened, the long story is that the boy's sister slapped a teacher-the sister who slapped a teacher who is old enough to be her mother is not more than 25 oh! with the mother there supporting her daughter and the suspended boy.
This action of the girl brought disgrace on the whole family as they were thoroughly given the beating of their life by the staff community right in front of all other students. Their clothes torn and all, their driver is the only one spared. This wasn't a small matter as the school's gate was locked.
Imagine been humiliated along side your family in front of the whole school especially if you are the forming one.The mother still had mouth after the embarrassment. some people just lack shame.
The kid was given automatic expulsion, no need to even reconsider, as the family had lost all hope of reconciliation.
I remember a Yoruba adage which says omo ti oba fo egbe iya re leti, apada wa fo iya re ni eti meaning a child that slaps his mothers mate would one day come back to slap his mother.
I observe my Ju'mat prayer at Kings College, since apparently there is no Mosque situated in Victoria Island. and that is where this drama occurred.
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One of the boys was obviously a trouble maker who was on the verge of a suspension...The school was closing for the session, so the boy's mother and sister came for him.
Can't say what happened, the long story is that the boy's sister slapped a teacher-the sister who slapped a teacher who is old enough to be her mother is not more than 25 oh! with the mother there supporting her daughter and the suspended boy.
This action of the girl brought disgrace on the whole family as they were thoroughly given the beating of their life by the staff community right in front of all other students. Their clothes torn and all, their driver is the only one spared. This wasn't a small matter as the school's gate was locked.
Imagine been humiliated along side your family in front of the whole school especially if you are the forming one.The mother still had mouth after the embarrassment. some people just lack shame.
The kid was given automatic expulsion, no need to even reconsider, as the family had lost all hope of reconciliation.
Tuesday 28 July 2009
Hush!!!
I didn't tell you this, OK.
"My friend, Taofeek who wanted to be anonymous, told me last night:
"if you want to be angry, watch Obasanjo talk...want to be drowsy, listen to Yar' Adua's speeches.
"If you want to be bored, watch David Mark's Senate....want to waste a whole day! attend Bankole's House of Representatives probes.
"If you want comedy, tune to Dora Akunyili's re branding. If you are allergic to lies, avoid Aondoakaa and Waziri's anti-corruption crusade.
"Disgrunted? Join El-Rufai and Ribadu.
If you have kids learning English, avoid some of our leaders' wives whenever thay talk!"
My friend must be mischievous. Don't you think?
"My friend, Taofeek who wanted to be anonymous, told me last night:
"if you want to be angry, watch Obasanjo talk...want to be drowsy, listen to Yar' Adua's speeches.
"If you want to be bored, watch David Mark's Senate....want to waste a whole day! attend Bankole's House of Representatives probes.
"If you want comedy, tune to Dora Akunyili's re branding. If you are allergic to lies, avoid Aondoakaa and Waziri's anti-corruption crusade.
"Disgrunted? Join El-Rufai and Ribadu.
If you have kids learning English, avoid some of our leaders' wives whenever thay talk!"
My friend must be mischievous. Don't you think?
Tuesday 14 July 2009
BITTER-SWEET DAY
Yesterday was a bitter-sweet day for me...The day started on a good one and ended one a sad note...
Okay the Bitter part...
My aunt lost her Husband.
Got home from work and every one was all gloomy.
The man was not someone I aligned with, but my aunt and her children have always been a part of my life.
So I really don't have anything to say about him, I actually have a vague memory of him.
But I know he was a good man, even his step-children attest to that
The man died at the point when, he was about reaping the fruit of his labor from his children.
May his Soul rest in Peace.
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The Sweet Part...
Went for a shoot today.
Okay, my company is doing this TV advert for an upcoming conference and Muah had to go with the crew for the shoot.
My MD is the face of the advert and it was really fun
I did not know that so much goes into producing an advert.
We all thought we would be there for maximum of 2hours and ended up spending the better part of the day there.
It was fun sha...
Having to laugh at my MD while he made the mistakes.
The make-up on his face.
His lips was all shiny.
I got the experience the whole wahala of producing an advert.
The lighting had to be right...Time was spent on this one, issues were on the reflections.
If the man should remove his glasses or not, it was finally agreed that the glasses stay and after the whole moving up and down, they finally got the lightening right.
Then it was time to get the words, actions and the tone right...
We had to all shut up at this point.No sound was made any one, even the A/C was switched off.
No be small thing oh as their MD had to sent one of his staffs out, when the guy made small noise. If you see the eyes that were directed at my colleague when chair he sat on moved .
After all the wahala, we were told that all witnessed was just the test.
They had test run and see how it all comes out.
My Colleagues and I were actually locked out when it was time to shoot the main thing. My MD was the star of the day, so we were not needed in the room.
The day was a good one all in all and my oga buy us lunch....
Okay the Bitter part...
My aunt lost her Husband.
Got home from work and every one was all gloomy.
The man was not someone I aligned with, but my aunt and her children have always been a part of my life.
So I really don't have anything to say about him, I actually have a vague memory of him.
But I know he was a good man, even his step-children attest to that
The man died at the point when, he was about reaping the fruit of his labor from his children.
May his Soul rest in Peace.
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The Sweet Part...
Went for a shoot today.
Okay, my company is doing this TV advert for an upcoming conference and Muah had to go with the crew for the shoot.
My MD is the face of the advert and it was really fun
I did not know that so much goes into producing an advert.
We all thought we would be there for maximum of 2hours and ended up spending the better part of the day there.
It was fun sha...
Having to laugh at my MD while he made the mistakes.
The make-up on his face.
His lips was all shiny.
I got the experience the whole wahala of producing an advert.
The lighting had to be right...Time was spent on this one, issues were on the reflections.
If the man should remove his glasses or not, it was finally agreed that the glasses stay and after the whole moving up and down, they finally got the lightening right.
Then it was time to get the words, actions and the tone right...
We had to all shut up at this point.No sound was made any one, even the A/C was switched off.
No be small thing oh as their MD had to sent one of his staffs out, when the guy made small noise. If you see the eyes that were directed at my colleague when chair he sat on moved .
After all the wahala, we were told that all witnessed was just the test.
They had test run and see how it all comes out.
My Colleagues and I were actually locked out when it was time to shoot the main thing. My MD was the star of the day, so we were not needed in the room.
The day was a good one all in all and my oga buy us lunch....
Monday 15 June 2009
Just Love the Bus
My love for public transport is undying
Because that us where you get first-hand life drama. not the re-enacted version we see on tv
there is no remix to these type of experience and drama...there is no dull moment. Last Friday was on crazy boring day for me, left the office quite late as i intended to hang out with friends later...
Got on a bus to Obalende from the Idowu taylor end of adola odeku and I just laughed all through my journey to obalende...the driver and his conductor where just provoking. I actually thought the driver would have an heart attack, omo na small remain. Trouble started when we all refused to pay 70, na so the guy start to dey shout and told us to all get down...we refused and he started going thing we were going to pay 70 naira. The people paid 50 naira and na so wahala start oh...He parked at the next bus-stop and told us all to get down...even one was like he has to return us to the place he picked us from. One guy actually asked his reason for increasing the fare and and he said that is not our business as he ask the guy how much he dey collect.
There was this particular lady who was really vocal and that was how he faced the woman oh...saying he was going to deal with her, especially her...all the men dey talk he no follow them yan, but for the woman he open him 36...he actually attempted to drag the woman from the bus...omo this wahala no be small and nobody gree come down. I was just too tired to start looking for another bus. The driver just chanelled all his anger on the woman like say na she cause the whole kasala...He guy provoke sote, dey spit for people body with his noise...We all sha pitied him and agreed to pay the 70naira.
Round two
The Lady and the Conductor
after the first casala was settled, it was time to pay money, the lady sure does love trouble. She refused to give the conductor money saying he would give her change before he collects his money...na so conductor too start to dey provoke oh...this was even the worse as he threatened to beat up the woman....
My own laughing gas just dey leak...I don't know what the lady did to them, but she was the one who beared the wrath of these two angry men...When the men are talking, they would not reply but if the lady mention just a word, they would poubce on her...that is seriously not fairand gender inequality...the whole situation was just too funny to me to even utter a word...I just cannot give this cinema up any time soon, it is free and shown to all....
Because that us where you get first-hand life drama. not the re-enacted version we see on tv
there is no remix to these type of experience and drama...there is no dull moment. Last Friday was on crazy boring day for me, left the office quite late as i intended to hang out with friends later...
Got on a bus to Obalende from the Idowu taylor end of adola odeku and I just laughed all through my journey to obalende...the driver and his conductor where just provoking. I actually thought the driver would have an heart attack, omo na small remain. Trouble started when we all refused to pay 70, na so the guy start to dey shout and told us to all get down...we refused and he started going thing we were going to pay 70 naira. The people paid 50 naira and na so wahala start oh...He parked at the next bus-stop and told us all to get down...even one was like he has to return us to the place he picked us from. One guy actually asked his reason for increasing the fare and and he said that is not our business as he ask the guy how much he dey collect.
There was this particular lady who was really vocal and that was how he faced the woman oh...saying he was going to deal with her, especially her...all the men dey talk he no follow them yan, but for the woman he open him 36...he actually attempted to drag the woman from the bus...omo this wahala no be small and nobody gree come down. I was just too tired to start looking for another bus. The driver just chanelled all his anger on the woman like say na she cause the whole kasala...He guy provoke sote, dey spit for people body with his noise...We all sha pitied him and agreed to pay the 70naira.
Round two
The Lady and the Conductor
after the first casala was settled, it was time to pay money, the lady sure does love trouble. She refused to give the conductor money saying he would give her change before he collects his money...na so conductor too start to dey provoke oh...this was even the worse as he threatened to beat up the woman....
My own laughing gas just dey leak...I don't know what the lady did to them, but she was the one who beared the wrath of these two angry men...When the men are talking, they would not reply but if the lady mention just a word, they would poubce on her...that is seriously not fairand gender inequality...the whole situation was just too funny to me to even utter a word...I just cannot give this cinema up any time soon, it is free and shown to all....
Monday 1 June 2009
FIRST DAY AT WORK
Today is my first day at work.
Today is a special and unforgettable day to me.
Today is the 13th year rememberance of my grandma-"Iya-Ijeju"
The woman who taught me to love
The woman who nurtured and took care of me.
13 years ago around 8pm, she passed away.
May Almighty Allah forgive her sins and grant her eternal peace-Amen.
This is not my first job perse.
In the last 6 weeks I was working as a sales rep for an insurance company. With that job I realized you have got to have passion for a job for you to be able to deliver. I really never had a passion for marketing perse...I have always avoiding this profession like a plaque. I was really bored at home, so I took the job and I just could not deliver.
My new office is on the Island-VI to be precise. Now I join the thousands of people who face the terrible traffic jam of the island who has to leave the house at odd hours just to beat the traffic and get to work early.
For my 1st day, I am two hours late. Left the house for 6.30am and did not get to the island till 10. The traffic was just crazy. I am given grace today because it's my 1st day. Will move to my aunts from today. That is still very much shorter and I can still get to beat the traffic.
I would be working on a conference generally the planning and implementation of a conference which is scheduled to hold in september. I guess all CC positions in aiesec is paying off.
My first day so far has not been bad...just got back from a meeting with the company's potential media partners and I would say am loving it for now.
For how long I don't know......................
Today is a special and unforgettable day to me.
Today is the 13th year rememberance of my grandma-"Iya-Ijeju"
The woman who taught me to love
The woman who nurtured and took care of me.
13 years ago around 8pm, she passed away.
May Almighty Allah forgive her sins and grant her eternal peace-Amen.
This is not my first job perse.
In the last 6 weeks I was working as a sales rep for an insurance company. With that job I realized you have got to have passion for a job for you to be able to deliver. I really never had a passion for marketing perse...I have always avoiding this profession like a plaque. I was really bored at home, so I took the job and I just could not deliver.
My new office is on the Island-VI to be precise. Now I join the thousands of people who face the terrible traffic jam of the island who has to leave the house at odd hours just to beat the traffic and get to work early.
For my 1st day, I am two hours late. Left the house for 6.30am and did not get to the island till 10. The traffic was just crazy. I am given grace today because it's my 1st day. Will move to my aunts from today. That is still very much shorter and I can still get to beat the traffic.
I would be working on a conference generally the planning and implementation of a conference which is scheduled to hold in september. I guess all CC positions in aiesec is paying off.
My first day so far has not been bad...just got back from a meeting with the company's potential media partners and I would say am loving it for now.
For how long I don't know......................
Sunday 31 May 2009
LEAH IFEOLUWA DORCAS VICTORIA....ODUWOLE
Did i say my next god-child was expected in a matter of weeks in my last post...
She actually came to this world two days after...on the 22nd of May. Her naming was on friday the 29th.
My two god-daughters share the same birth month.
I had to travel to Abeokuta for Leah's naming ceremony. My cousins asked if the naming had been in abuja, would I go and I said yes, since it was on a public holiday what is stopping me except finance.
Leah's mother is my best of all my friends. I was actually her maid of honor. I believe the way we all value our friends are different and I really appreciate her a lot.
Leah's names are up to 20, every one was just giving her name...Did not give her any just had to pick one out of all and I love the name Leah. I never knew it was a biblical name, i just like it.
She is a beautiful baby and I don't know why but just like Lateefah, she sleeps alot. She just smiles...eat and sleep. She is a blessed child... born of love, in love... and out of love.
She actually came to this world two days after...on the 22nd of May. Her naming was on friday the 29th.
My two god-daughters share the same birth month.
I had to travel to Abeokuta for Leah's naming ceremony. My cousins asked if the naming had been in abuja, would I go and I said yes, since it was on a public holiday what is stopping me except finance.
Leah's mother is my best of all my friends. I was actually her maid of honor. I believe the way we all value our friends are different and I really appreciate her a lot.
Leah's names are up to 20, every one was just giving her name...Did not give her any just had to pick one out of all and I love the name Leah. I never knew it was a biblical name, i just like it.
She is a beautiful baby and I don't know why but just like Lateefah, she sleeps alot. She just smiles...eat and sleep. She is a blessed child... born of love, in love... and out of love.
She makes me want to have a child of my own just now but that is just not going to happen yet.
I was over-whemeled when i saw her and couldn't help myself but carry her and stayed with her all day.
She is one kid I have been drawn to asides my my lil-sister.
Wednesday 20 May 2009
"Biala"- Like a dream
Biala-Like a dream,
Biala Lateefah- dat is the name of my recently born god-daughter.
At only twenty four, i already have two god-children. The first one born seven years ago. My friends think I am that responsible. Biala was born on thurday, may 7 of this year. Biala is a very unique name as it is not a common name. I actually have never heard anyone called by it and I mean to ask the mother why she was given such name. The father actually named her that, which is really sweet to me. I guess her conception and birth was like a dream to them because i really can't imagine why such a name. But I really love that name.
Biala is such a beautiful baby just like her mother. Her mother and I have been friends or like three years now and it's like I have known her all my life. She is such a wonderful person and we were so inseperable during our hanging out days.
Biala is such a quiet and cool baby, she sleeps a lot and cries less. I pray to God to give her a wonderful life.
My next god-child is expected in a number of weeks...this is my besto's baby and I pray to God to grant her a safe delivery....
Biala Lateefah- dat is the name of my recently born god-daughter.
At only twenty four, i already have two god-children. The first one born seven years ago. My friends think I am that responsible. Biala was born on thurday, may 7 of this year. Biala is a very unique name as it is not a common name. I actually have never heard anyone called by it and I mean to ask the mother why she was given such name. The father actually named her that, which is really sweet to me. I guess her conception and birth was like a dream to them because i really can't imagine why such a name. But I really love that name.
Biala is such a beautiful baby just like her mother. Her mother and I have been friends or like three years now and it's like I have known her all my life. She is such a wonderful person and we were so inseperable during our hanging out days.
Biala is such a quiet and cool baby, she sleeps a lot and cries less. I pray to God to give her a wonderful life.
My next god-child is expected in a number of weeks...this is my besto's baby and I pray to God to grant her a safe delivery....
Sunday 5 April 2009
DILEMMA OF GIRL-
What some ladies do and endure just to keep a relationship is crazy sometimes.
They feel the guy is the best thing that has happened to them and would just continue to compare the other guys to him.
This girl is a very good friend of mine and she is really cool. She is in some tight dilemma right now. She just found out some months back that her boyfriend of so long has impregnated another girl. All this happened while she was getting rid of theirs because she thought they were not ready and had no resources to welcome a new mouth.
The guy had told her that a friend of his whom she knew had gotten some girl pregnant and did not know how to tell her. He was seeking her advice on what they should do and my friend was giving her own opinion oblivious of the fact that the guy was just trying to get her reaction. When she gave me the gist, I just kind of knew it was the story of her life but just did not know how to tell her that. I mean, how can you tell your friend that you are sure her boyfriend is lying to her. The story was just too obvious except to my friend.
This is a guy she has been with for four years now, and when he asks a girl out, he always ends up telling her. So am thinking, he forgot to mention this particular escapade. I don’t know how she does it, but she takes a lot of crap from this guy. He tells her who he asks out, who he sleeps with and even gets to ask some girls out in her presence. When she goes visiting, she meets girls in his house. She takes all this craps because she believes he is the man for her; she said something about some vision. There are days when she wants to break up, but because of this lousy vision, she feels she has to remain in it. Some people get to live their live based on some vision, if some pastor or Alfa say they are compatible, they stick their neck into it, even when they are obviously not compatible.
The other girl’s pregnancy was a great blow, but the guy keeps telling her, she is the woman he would marry. The girl has been moved to the guy’s family house and she the already known girl has no choice but to accept the fact that someone else is going to deliver the first child of her husband to be.
This same thing happened to a classmate of mine, whose boyfriend got some girl pregnant on his first ever trip to London and she got to read about this in his mail. The thing is that my classmate and her boo know each other’s password and I guess the bobo forgot to delete, the other lady’s message. They are also about four years old in their relationship. She cried her eyes out and was kind of troubled, but at the end of the day, they went back together. Her excuse, she has not met anybody who can do more than he is doing in her life, which is basically material. She knows he flirts a lot but expects the girl to be the one to look the other way.
I’m just not the kind of person, who can take such things. I mean a guy who cheats on you openly before marriage, what happens after the marriage, which is for better or worse...
Some say it is not that easy to break up a long relationship, because every one expects them together after such a long time. Why not opt out before it gets to that for better or worse part... Why should one go through all that stress and live a miserable life…
Just because it is expected rather ones happiness….
They feel the guy is the best thing that has happened to them and would just continue to compare the other guys to him.
This girl is a very good friend of mine and she is really cool. She is in some tight dilemma right now. She just found out some months back that her boyfriend of so long has impregnated another girl. All this happened while she was getting rid of theirs because she thought they were not ready and had no resources to welcome a new mouth.
The guy had told her that a friend of his whom she knew had gotten some girl pregnant and did not know how to tell her. He was seeking her advice on what they should do and my friend was giving her own opinion oblivious of the fact that the guy was just trying to get her reaction. When she gave me the gist, I just kind of knew it was the story of her life but just did not know how to tell her that. I mean, how can you tell your friend that you are sure her boyfriend is lying to her. The story was just too obvious except to my friend.
This is a guy she has been with for four years now, and when he asks a girl out, he always ends up telling her. So am thinking, he forgot to mention this particular escapade. I don’t know how she does it, but she takes a lot of crap from this guy. He tells her who he asks out, who he sleeps with and even gets to ask some girls out in her presence. When she goes visiting, she meets girls in his house. She takes all this craps because she believes he is the man for her; she said something about some vision. There are days when she wants to break up, but because of this lousy vision, she feels she has to remain in it. Some people get to live their live based on some vision, if some pastor or Alfa say they are compatible, they stick their neck into it, even when they are obviously not compatible.
The other girl’s pregnancy was a great blow, but the guy keeps telling her, she is the woman he would marry. The girl has been moved to the guy’s family house and she the already known girl has no choice but to accept the fact that someone else is going to deliver the first child of her husband to be.
This same thing happened to a classmate of mine, whose boyfriend got some girl pregnant on his first ever trip to London and she got to read about this in his mail. The thing is that my classmate and her boo know each other’s password and I guess the bobo forgot to delete, the other lady’s message. They are also about four years old in their relationship. She cried her eyes out and was kind of troubled, but at the end of the day, they went back together. Her excuse, she has not met anybody who can do more than he is doing in her life, which is basically material. She knows he flirts a lot but expects the girl to be the one to look the other way.
I’m just not the kind of person, who can take such things. I mean a guy who cheats on you openly before marriage, what happens after the marriage, which is for better or worse...
Some say it is not that easy to break up a long relationship, because every one expects them together after such a long time. Why not opt out before it gets to that for better or worse part... Why should one go through all that stress and live a miserable life…
Just because it is expected rather ones happiness….
Wednesday 4 March 2009
EQUAL RIGHTS AND JUSTICE
Equal rights and justice
The song coming of the car stereo was some serious old school.
I’m an old school fan but not really this one, maybe because I never heard these ones before. But the driver seems to be a huge fan, as he kept humming the songs.A particular song caught my interest and on inquiry was told the artist was by Peter Touch-not that I ever heard of him.
But the words of the song were what I was really interested in not the artist. It was so straight- forward and blunt. The about was about equal rights and justice.It reminded me off the Niger Delta crisis and particularly, the Israel-Gaza war which occurred some months ago.It goes thus:
“Everyone is crying out for peace, nobody is calling out for justice.
Equal rights and justice”.
Yes, this is what we need; this is what the legit agitators of Niger Delta are demanding.
The other day, my aunt asked for my view on the Niger-Delta crisis and I said I wasn’t sure. Now I know, what these people are asking for is not too much, it rightfully belongs to them. Their land and oil has been taken away, their wealth was used to develop the capital cities of Lagos and Abuja. While they live in penury, disease and all kind of misfortune one can imagine.
The peace we cry for is at the detriment of the lives and values of this people. The federal government feeds on the revenue of the oil extracted from these regions but is not ready to feed the people.
On television we see how deplorable the lands have become, there is not good land to cultivate on, and the water is contaminated by the toxic waste of the oil companies.These people are left at the mercy of the oil companies.
The legit agitators of the Niger-Delta region have the right to fight for the development of their state. Even if it means they have to go war with the federal government.The moment justice is done to these people, and then can there be peace in the region.
The Israeli invasion of Gaza strip was not something I paid much attention to, until I got the message on my phone to pray and fast for Muslim brothers in Gaza. I am a Muslim and love being a Muslim.. I don’t blindly follow the words of some mortal like myself, who had decided to misquote the Holy Quran based on his own selfish desire.
I remember reading the papers the where the Israeli government said the war was not based on superiority but to pass across a message. I don’t know much about the long war between these two countries but I believe the Israelites have paid their dues and should not be denied their lives and land. The Israelites had weighed all options, decided, even though lives were going to be lost; they have to fight for what is theirs. The battle has been on for too long and the earlier they put a stop to it the better.
Every day of our lives, we are told to embrace peace and over-look the injustice done to us, if we continue to just that, the injustice in the world would rise to a great height. We cannot continue to be trampled upon and be expected to just look away, all in the name of peace. The moment we fight for our right and be treated equally and with justice, then can we have and get the kind of peace we demand in this world.
Yes, war leads to loss of innocent lives but to get justice, we somethimes have to shed some blood.
The song coming of the car stereo was some serious old school.
I’m an old school fan but not really this one, maybe because I never heard these ones before. But the driver seems to be a huge fan, as he kept humming the songs.A particular song caught my interest and on inquiry was told the artist was by Peter Touch-not that I ever heard of him.
But the words of the song were what I was really interested in not the artist. It was so straight- forward and blunt. The about was about equal rights and justice.It reminded me off the Niger Delta crisis and particularly, the Israel-Gaza war which occurred some months ago.It goes thus:
“Everyone is crying out for peace, nobody is calling out for justice.
Equal rights and justice”.
Yes, this is what we need; this is what the legit agitators of Niger Delta are demanding.
The other day, my aunt asked for my view on the Niger-Delta crisis and I said I wasn’t sure. Now I know, what these people are asking for is not too much, it rightfully belongs to them. Their land and oil has been taken away, their wealth was used to develop the capital cities of Lagos and Abuja. While they live in penury, disease and all kind of misfortune one can imagine.
The peace we cry for is at the detriment of the lives and values of this people. The federal government feeds on the revenue of the oil extracted from these regions but is not ready to feed the people.
On television we see how deplorable the lands have become, there is not good land to cultivate on, and the water is contaminated by the toxic waste of the oil companies.These people are left at the mercy of the oil companies.
The legit agitators of the Niger-Delta region have the right to fight for the development of their state. Even if it means they have to go war with the federal government.The moment justice is done to these people, and then can there be peace in the region.
The Israeli invasion of Gaza strip was not something I paid much attention to, until I got the message on my phone to pray and fast for Muslim brothers in Gaza. I am a Muslim and love being a Muslim.. I don’t blindly follow the words of some mortal like myself, who had decided to misquote the Holy Quran based on his own selfish desire.
I remember reading the papers the where the Israeli government said the war was not based on superiority but to pass across a message. I don’t know much about the long war between these two countries but I believe the Israelites have paid their dues and should not be denied their lives and land. The Israelites had weighed all options, decided, even though lives were going to be lost; they have to fight for what is theirs. The battle has been on for too long and the earlier they put a stop to it the better.
Every day of our lives, we are told to embrace peace and over-look the injustice done to us, if we continue to just that, the injustice in the world would rise to a great height. We cannot continue to be trampled upon and be expected to just look away, all in the name of peace. The moment we fight for our right and be treated equally and with justice, then can we have and get the kind of peace we demand in this world.
Yes, war leads to loss of innocent lives but to get justice, we somethimes have to shed some blood.
Tuesday 27 January 2009
THIS DATE-7 YEARS AGO
Today marks the 7th year anniversary of the devastating bomb blast that occurred on that day now referred to as the black Sunday. My mum was narrating the experience to a friend of hers, and I realized how God saved my family and I from any form of loss or worse death...
Memories of that day flooded my mind as I listened to my mum recount our experience on that day.
It all started around 4pm on that day. I had just returned from my aunt's house some minutes back. I was in my room resting, when the deafening noise began. I jumped out of bed to try and see what and where it came from. The smoke was so dark and my neighbor on the fourth floor informed us that it was coming from the Military barracks.
I remember telling my mum that we had to get out of the house. I had that feeling that the situation was going to get ugly. My neighbor told us not to leave that it was nothing to worry about...
My lil-sister, who was just a little over a year, was strapped to my back, mum who was kind of ill locked up the house and immediate sister went in search of a taxi. Few minutes after we left the house, we saw this mob of people runing in all directions. The cloud was black and the noise was crazy.
I think the driver of the taxi we entered was God sent, because he was just calm and was constantly telling us not to be afraid. There was the moment when the explosion was so much and the whole ground was shaking. Windows was breaking and buildings were craking. the taxi shook and I was almost out of the car...I was really terrified. At ajao-estate, I saw my neighbor in the midst of people runing and the next minute, they were gone.
When we got to my aunt's, the whole neighborhood was oblivious of what was happening or what we went tjrough. They were surprised to see me again... Later that night, it all seemed like a funny joke. I remember meeting a guy, who told me that he saved the only thing he cared about, his dog. That night I prayed to God to save all my friends who reside in the barracks...
The next day brought the whole experience back, watching the lifeless bodies brought out of the canal was like watching horror movie. The pains, agonies and tears of families who lost their children, families and friends. The agonies of a mother who lost all her fruit was devastating...
Whenever my friends and I recount our varying terrifying experience, we laugh at the not so funny experience we had-How they were all just runing, with no particular direction in mind...
Seeing families who lost a person or two that day come to pray at the site today brought back that memory and pray God grant the dead eternal peace and take away the pains of the mothers who were render childless on that day...
Memories of that day flooded my mind as I listened to my mum recount our experience on that day.
It all started around 4pm on that day. I had just returned from my aunt's house some minutes back. I was in my room resting, when the deafening noise began. I jumped out of bed to try and see what and where it came from. The smoke was so dark and my neighbor on the fourth floor informed us that it was coming from the Military barracks.
I remember telling my mum that we had to get out of the house. I had that feeling that the situation was going to get ugly. My neighbor told us not to leave that it was nothing to worry about...
My lil-sister, who was just a little over a year, was strapped to my back, mum who was kind of ill locked up the house and immediate sister went in search of a taxi. Few minutes after we left the house, we saw this mob of people runing in all directions. The cloud was black and the noise was crazy.
I think the driver of the taxi we entered was God sent, because he was just calm and was constantly telling us not to be afraid. There was the moment when the explosion was so much and the whole ground was shaking. Windows was breaking and buildings were craking. the taxi shook and I was almost out of the car...I was really terrified. At ajao-estate, I saw my neighbor in the midst of people runing and the next minute, they were gone.
When we got to my aunt's, the whole neighborhood was oblivious of what was happening or what we went tjrough. They were surprised to see me again... Later that night, it all seemed like a funny joke. I remember meeting a guy, who told me that he saved the only thing he cared about, his dog. That night I prayed to God to save all my friends who reside in the barracks...
The next day brought the whole experience back, watching the lifeless bodies brought out of the canal was like watching horror movie. The pains, agonies and tears of families who lost their children, families and friends. The agonies of a mother who lost all her fruit was devastating...
Whenever my friends and I recount our varying terrifying experience, we laugh at the not so funny experience we had-How they were all just runing, with no particular direction in mind...
Seeing families who lost a person or two that day come to pray at the site today brought back that memory and pray God grant the dead eternal peace and take away the pains of the mothers who were render childless on that day...