HouseHelps...what ever happened to them

It's been 3 three weeks since my aunts house girl ran away, I know of households where house helps are maltreated but one thing i know for sure this girl was not maltreated at all, Iyabo is her name. She was treated like every other person in the house, she eats what every one eats, sits with everyone sees and has a room to her self, bathroom and toilet included.

Her reason for running off is yet unknown, she ran off with about Ten thousand Naira, her mother told my aunt not to bother herself that she will show, more like she knows where she is, even though she claims not to know her whereabouts.

Yesterday someone told my aunt She saw the runaway help selling pure water on the ever having hold-up road of Sango ota. Am wondering how she find life hawking on the street better than life sitting in a shop and eating whatever she likes.Guess we never are contented till we experience the other of life

Last week, was at another cousins house and her uncle came in with his house help in tow, the girl wanted to go. The man had brought her back to my cousins because that was where he got her from. The said house help told her boss, she was sick and the man asked what was wrong with her. Her response was that the work she was doing was too much, the man amazed ask what she does, because she does not cook for anybody or do the laundry, she said, washing the man's car once, opening the gate when the gate man is not around and sweeping the house was too much work for her and was causing her to fall sick. a week after, she told them she wanted to leave and the man told her to pack her bag and brought her to my cousins.

Another uncle's wife also went to arrest family of her runaway away house help, before the golds and money the idiot stole was returned.

House helps nowadays do not want to work for the money they earn, back in the days when you hear gist of house helps running way, what come to mind is they are been maltreated. I know sometime, the people who bring them lie to them but when you stay running away is mad, stealing properties on the way is the height of it.

My aunt is planing a trip to Sango Ota, because when she went to report the missing girls case at the station, she was told to bring the girl down for identification or whatever they called it for the case to be closed.

♥ Lara

no prescription cures a country nobody loves-Tanure Ojiade

years back I saw  a nameless schoolgirl form Ojojo, Warri.
surrender her recess-rice coin to a beggar, one
smeared with the biting indifference of passers-by--
even the ant knows the other's stronger need
and brings the millennium closer to a spiteful lot.

The driver who rescues his van from a treacherous puddle,
then stops to plant there a red flag
founds a fellowship that deserves universal membership--
this rarity gladdens the heart.

And these do not make history or network news,
these do not earn national awards,
these do not crow on rooftops.
Their gestures are magical in their silence--
the ant builds a monument without fanfare,
the very ant that knows the other's stronger need.

And no prescription will cure the sick country
nobody proudly loves an inseparable flesh.
Has it ever happened here that the priest offered his blood
to stave off the vesuvial scourge he foresaw,
has it happened here that the sharer forgot himself
to raise the spirit of the eighty per cent lowlies?

Even the ant knows the other's stronger need,
and no prescription cures a sick country nobody loves.

-Tanure Ojaide

PICTURE POST

Been feeling too lazy to put up a proper post, work, twitter and Afrigenic is taking all my time, my next post will surely make sense

My new purse, talk about love at first sight

Beyonce lookalike Rachael, the girl is cute...she could pass for beyonce anytime

here she is again

Not sure what Sasha was doing here but this is so not nice at all

♥ Lara

Where Do I go from here

"Mo ti so riburuku oh" ( I am doomed)
"Egba mi" ( Please help)
Like a banshee she ran
Like a banshee, her scream was piercing

I needed no soothsayer to tell me, those were the words and screams of a mother
A mother who is on the verge of losing a child or
whose child was already dead.
Turns out it was the former...She had just lost her child

Her child had fallen into a well located at the back of their house
by the time he was brought out, he was already dead.
He was in his late teens
Yet another soul gone.
Even if the world does not remember him, his family would
particularly the woman who gave birth to him, nursed him
and lived to bury a child.

This morning, a tornado tore through northwestern Ohio leaving 7  dead and also over the weekend, there was a fire outbreak in Dhaka-Bangladesh, killing over a 110 people.This is few of the countless disasters that has occured this year alone and most definately not the last.

Where do they all go is the question, I know, six feet under the ground but really Our varying religion tells us about spending eternity either in heaven and hell

If I am going to see the end of the year only God knows, if I am going to live till my brownish hair turns grey, only He knows. Everyday I get the gift of life to repent for my sins and right the wrongs of yesterday.

Everyday Asa's song ring in my head, if I die someday,

"Will I be in heavenly places ?
Singing halleluiah with an angel
On the piano or will I be
Just another contribution
To the earth, the tress, the grasses"

I crave heaven, yes we all do but what do i do to make sure that is where I end.
Today is another day for me to make a decision and move towards Heaven that crave.

♥ Lara

Happenings...

Today is my maternal grandmother's 14th year remembrance, with each passing day... i miss the woman who formed and moulded me, I was the only grandchild she raised and who lived with her...seems just like yesterday but it's 14years already...it happened on a Saturday, late at night...my aunt had just left her for a couple of minutes and by the time she came back she was gasping for breath. Thing is she was asthmatic but had not had her attack for many years, so the surprise on every one's face when they saw her having an attack...I remember my mum coming over to her friends house, where I had gone to spend my summer break, with eyes that refused to stop tearing telling me, mama was gone, I refused to believe, i refused to cry,i was meant to see her that day...I was not allowed to attend her burial, because everyone felt i could not handle seeing the dead, i was just 11...everyday I pray to Allah to forgive her sins and grant her Aljannah Firdaus (heaven).

On Saturday, was at the airport to say farewell to my cousins(Detola, Deola and Kabirat), who were travelling to the UK, not sure when next we would see, but thanks to facebook, at least we get to keep in touch. The airport was filled due by 6.30am due to the environmental curfew, ran into Bukky Wright, one of Nigeria's finest Yoruba actress, my family friend wanted to have a picture of her, so i became photographer.

Also saw this little kid at the airport, she is pretty i must say, but what caught my attention was the skirt, it is really short, as in the girl was busy pulling down the skirt.

Also, wrote my masters qualifying exam at Unilag and I would say it's a 60-40 chance of me getting admitted. Am so not keen about studying the course, but my intended course requires 3yrs post graduate experience.  At least I did not waste my energy and money buying, the past questions, as the questions were so 360 degrees far from what most people crammed in the past questions.

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Back to work and life as i know it for now...a wonderful week to everyone.

♥ Lara