The beauty outside my bedroom window some weeks back.
I couldnt help it. I just had to capture it 😁
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Think it! Write it! Read it!
The beauty outside my bedroom window some weeks back.
I couldnt help it. I just had to capture it 😁
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Photo Credit: Olubukola’s phone
I saw this over the weekend.
The only thing I could think of was “why go to this length?”
As in…..isn’t this too much? Or what do you think?
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I was in a gathering of both men and women. We were asked to introduce ourselves.
I introduced myself by my first name. The others did as well.
Then, it was the turn of a particular lady; she introduced herself as Mrs……
We all got talking and even though what we were discussing had nothing to do with the family; Mrs. informed the rest of us that she had kids. I smiled.
The facilitator of the meeting had initially introduced herself to us by her first name but when she was asked to repeat her name; she repeated it as Mrs… I have no idea if the change in her introduction from her first name to identifying herself as a Mrs. was a result of the initial Mrs. who introduced herself but well….
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A few social gatherings I have been a part of, I have noticed a few women do not want to be identified as their first name. I am yet to understand why.
Does calling them by their first name belittle them? Or does it reduce the bride price that was paid by their husbands?
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To my fellow married women, how do you introduce yourself in a social gathering?
To my single friends, what is your take on introductions?
Do share your thoughts below.
I just watched little kids in the U.S rejoicing with adults over Nasa’s successful landing on planet Mars. Even at their tender age, they understand such developments.
Nigeria, my country!
Adults are still bickering over minute, teeny weeny issues. Social media is awash with grumpy and angry people. People who could divert that same energy into making a change in their environment. People who could stamp their feet in the sands of time and do something our future generations will remember us for.
Nigeria, what aileth thee?
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It is a few days to my birthday and I have been thinking of the blessings received in the last one year. Haven’t we been told to count our blessings one by one?
I am grateful for life. Have you tried putting an alarm clock beside a dead body?
I am grateful for family. We are all complete.
I am grateful for a sane mind; those insane did not wish for their situation.
I am grateful for my career. I may not be where I want to be but I am definitely not where I used to be.
I am grateful for my fashion business and my blog. He gave the gifts and talents; I am only a channel.
I am grateful because I asked of the Lord and He heard my prayers.
All my prayers have not been answered but I would be ungrateful not to say thank you for those that have been answered.
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As I step into another year of my life in a few days, I see a brighter future ahead.
I see my status changing.
I see better days ahead.
I see a glory greater than the former.
I am indebted to this great God.
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Just like the eyes cannot see without a body
The hand is also useless unattached to the body
I look forward to a nation filled with peace
A nation where the citizens understand that our cultural and religious differences make each one of us important
None lesser or greater than the other
I look forward to a nation where greed and strife become history
A nation where our leaders understand that leadership means service
Above all, I hope for a better Nigeria
A Nigeria where the citizens can proudly proclaim their love for their nation
A Nigeria where dreams come true
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I almost forgot today is Monday and I have to write. Today is one of those days that I am just too tired to think of something to blog about. I don’t have any story to tell and I am not in the mood to share any true life experiences.
What I really want to do is sleep. I’m on vacation….yayy….so I have all the time. Unfortunately no! I wish I really did.
Even when you are on vacation in your 8 – 5 (I don’t resume at 9, so it can’t be 9 – 5), if you manage a side hustle, the vacation period is when you put in your all into the side business. For some, it is the time to fulfill their dreams of acquiring a skill. For others, it is when they travel out and shop for the whole world.
So do we actually go on vacation to rest?
Right now, so many things are fighting for my attention – family commitments, side business, exams around the corner, finishing a story I have been writing since the beginning of the year, spending time to achieve one of my dreams, struggling to keep up with reading my novels and finding time to sleep in all of these.
I really need to find my rest.
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I love to drive (well, when the roads are free and not pothole ridden). Anytime someone drives in a way that lacks decorum and I hear “na woman” or “na only woman go drive like that”; I always feel slighted. I am like “what do you mean?” “Is it only women that drive that way?” When we eventually sight the driver and it happens to be a man, I usually feel vindicated.
However, in the last few weeks, I have had course to see a number of women drive without decorum. Women refusing to let others pass through even when they can see that the road they intend to navigate is blocked. In one instance, a woman parked her car right in the middle of the street and left it to only God knows where. Drivers going in and out of the street could not do so and a number of them cursed and even attempted to deflate her tyres.
The men also have their fair share of lack of decorum while driving as this attitude is not restricted to the women alone. For men, it is more of an “ego” thing. Most feel that if they let the other driver have his way, they would be seen as “not man enough”. Therefore, you see handsome men behind the steering struggling with themselves or with a danfo driver. Most times, such situations result in a “you don hit my car” later on; which could have been avoided by a “let my people go” attitude.
One thing I have however noticed is that staff bus drivers (mostly men) have this unspoken brotherly code even when they have never met each other. I am yet to see a staff bus driver struggling with another staff bus driver over right of way. Sometimes, you see a driver “flash” another staff bus driver to take a position ahead of him.
It cannot be that the staff bus drivers are scared of losing their jobs. I would expect that to also apply to drivers of private vehicles as well. But these private drivers are also known to drive recklessly especially when their bosses are not in the car to caution them.
So what makes the difference? Why are most staff bus drivers sane behind the wheels? Why do most men and women who drive do so aggressively as if there is a contest on the road?
I really do wonder.
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The pregnant lady sitting in the swivel chair at the salon section shifted uncomfortably in her seat.
The manicurist attending to my nails looked at her. “Aunty, you want water?”
“No, thank you.” The lady replied.
“Are you okay?” The manicurist asked; concern written on her face.
The pregnant lady smiled and shifted again; probably trying to find a comfortable position. “Yes, I am fine. Thank you.”
I looked at the pregnant lady and weird ideas for a story just flew into my head. I grinned as my imagination went on overdrive.
I imagined the lady drove to the salon herself.
I imagined this being her first pregnancy and being a little anxious and naive.
I imagined her water breaking while she sat there and going into panic mode immediately.
I imagined me telling her to calm down while I asked for her car keys.
I imagined the whole salon suddenly going abuzz with the salon attendants running helter-skelter wondering what to do and how to help.
I imagined the lady puffing and panting as tears streamed down her cheeks.
I imagined myself driving with crazy speed to the hospital where she was registered (after getting the information from her).
I imagined one of the salon attendants calling her husband through her phone and explaining the situation to him.
I imagined us (myself and one of the salon attendants) waiting patiently in the hospital (after she had been taken into the labour ward) till the arrival of her husband.
I imagined her husband arriving at the hospital with worry lines deeply etched on his forehead.
I imagined her husband calling me hours later that his wife had been delivered of a baby.
I smiled and shook my head as my mind ran different thoughts.
I guess this is one of the reasons I call my mind a creative machine ?
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The Pastor stopped the choir and said; “Why are you doing Jerusalem Jericho dance?” He asked as he shuffled his feet from left to right. “If you are glad that the resurrection of your Lord and Saviour has given you victory, then give him a shout and dance like David danced.” The congregation lifted up their voices to heaven and the pastor raised a song for the choir. Everyone in church began to shake their bodies as they danced. Some lifted up their hands as they praised God while some threw their hands and legs in different directions.
While this was happening, I noticed the security team members standing still. They were watching us as we all danced; and I began to wonder. I definitely cannot be a member of the security team in church, because once I hear music especially high praises, I go forget say my job description na to look.
Secondly, I wonder how they are all able to keep straight faces even when the pastor says something funny. It’s almost as if they have been coached not to laugh. Me, I go don laugh forget say I be security.
Thirdly, I wonder if a criteria for joining the team is that your face must always dey strong. For some reasons yet unknown, their faces all seem to be hard. Or shey na me never see the one wey get soft face?
To all the security team in all churches doing a fantastic job out there, I doff my hat and say thank you and well done. The job sure seems thankless.
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