Dear Mother

Mum: Oya, go and drink your 'sugar water' and give your brother his own

Me: Mummy, why don't we take milo?

Mum: Because 'sugar water' is sweeter than milo

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(Boasting in school during break)

Me: What did you drink in the morning

Seun: Milo

Me: You're not enjoying o. 'sugar water' is sweeter than milo

Seun: Is a lie

Me: Is my mummy that told me. You're calling my mummy a liar. I won't play with you again

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Hahaha. How gullible I was, but I was a child, I can be excused. Instead of my mother to just confess that they didn't have money to buy milo, she would pour hot water in our cups and put plenty sugar in it, and that was the ish then.lol

I don't think anyone can ever replace one's mum. The sacrifices are just innumerable, it just has to be by blood connection. We've had our ups and downs; not eaten 3 meals per day, slept in the car after being kicked out, slept in people's houses, sold her things etc. She was there for my dad and us. Our education never suffered in the midst of this, her and dad made sure of this. At some point, she had a kiosk where she sold drinks, then her and dad used to go from house to house, selling clothing materials and then still go for their lecturing jobs and money was still never enough, probably because we were in expensive schools, they never reduced the standard.

She's my mother, sister, role model, and counselor. She thinks I'm too strong willed, but then again, we have to remember who I look like....hehehe

My mum is now the founder of one of the most prestigious schools in Kaduna, Nigeria (http://redemptionschools.org/), she's a site engineer(I mean it), Events planner, Business woman (clothes, books, etc.- She can sell anything), Motivational Speaker, Pastor and has a passion for the singles and married.

We love her so so much and I miss her. I wish I could be in Nigeria now. She's gonna be 50 years old on the 13th of November.Happy birthday dear mother. Iya ni wura

Please drop your comments wishing her a happy birthday. Thanks guys

Here's another great piece by Anike Alli-Hakeem (this geh is jes too talented and intelligent) It's titled 'Hold my hand'....Enjoy. BTW, we are going to Las Vegas together.

You see, I’m a girl with too many hobbies. I love to do many things. I love to sleep, eat ice-cream and travel most of all. So, I woke up this morning and for 10 brief and hazy seconds, I was trying to ascertain what city I was in. The thing is, I live in Lagos and Abuja (don’t ask how I manage that alongside having a 9-5 job). I love both cities dearly. When I’m in one, I crave to be in the other, so I devised a plan which works for me.

When I’m in Lagos, I have to be physically at the office. On my way to work each day, I see a man selling plastic buckets in traffic just around Ojuelegba bridge. This man cannot be 25 years old. One can safely assume that he has a family he caters for. If selling plastics is all he does for a living, I really do not know how he can afford to eat two meals in a day. I had ice-cream for dinner yesterday. It was like a meal because I was full, yet, ice-cream is just dessert. Imagine that man. He must have his dreams, his hopes, his aspirations. Me, all I want is just to be able to travel and eat ice-cream and laugh and love and live. What can I possibly tell that man? *sigh*

So, this is what I will do…….. I WILL travel through the eyes of people like that man. When I see the smiles, I would appreciate it just as much as if I were walking around the arc de triomphe in France or planning a trip to Las Vegas with my friends or eating ice-cream for dinner.

I may not be able to make the whole nation smile, but I can start, a city at a time. I may not be able to make the whole city smile, but I can start, a person at a time. I may not be able to do it alone. I do not have to. I have 11 people holding hands with me and all individually saying; “all I want for Christmas, is to be a blessing”.

October 4th.............Why is it so important?

It's 4th October.................guess what it is today ? Please stop rolling your eyes, yeah, it's not a public holiday. It is the bestie's birthday today. God, I love that girl to bits. She can be mightily annoying and very rude(she still doesn't' get it...I'm older than her, 8 months is no joke).

How did we meet?

I think she wrote me a 'please be my friend' letter when we were kids, but she will not agree, anyway, that's what is in my head. Anyway, we became friends, cute friends I might add. We went to the same secondary school and university. I was the timid one, she was the outgoing  one. She actually bullied me in secondary school, can you imagine that? So one day I accidentally cut this girl's sandals and she said I must pay her, I really begged her o, she refused. She now went to bring some of her wack friends and they were threatening me, on our way home that day, I refused to talk to her and I started planning bad things for her and the day came, she came to my house, entered my room and I quietly went to lock the door, I pushed her on the bed, sat on her and started beating her, oh lawd, I can never forget that moment of victory.

This chic made me understand the power of influence, quiet, gentle me, suddenly became an extrovert to the surprise of everyone, and the reason was very conspicuous, 'Jennifer Adinga' happened.

We've had great moments, days of laughter, days of tears, days of craze *we can eat corn on the road, we just don't send* I can be myself around her, I don't have to pretend. She defends me and is always there for me. She's one in a million. I'd also like to add that it's best not to get involved when we are quarrelling, for your own good. We've grown together, from the time we started dancing to 'Barney' in front of the TV, to 'Busy body'- P square...lmao, and now we are bigz gehs fixing human hair.

I'm sorry honey that I'm not around as you turn 21, but it's not like you came for mine. Two can play that game....hehehe

xoxo

I'm so sorry for the long silence, here's why.....I present to you MY LONDON EXPERIENCE

This is going to be fun. OMG this pastry is just heavenly, I lav eet.

'Announcing the arrival of BA 82, Welcome to London'

Yikes, I'm in London

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Sightseeing

At Poundland

Me: Please, how much is this (holding the biggest bottle of coca cola zero)

Attendant: One pound

Me (in my mind): This is freaking cheap. The smallest bottle in 9ja is 250h

At Primark

Omo!!! see cheap things. I'll definitely be visiting

At Argos

Me: (to the attendant) Please I want to buy a duvet

Attendant: (In britico voice) Ma'am you're gonna have to write down your order from the computer

shuo, as a confirmed 9ja babe, no dulling. The way I take do the thing, u go think say I don dey do am tey tey......hehehe

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(Chineke, which kind food be this)....'errrm you know what, I'll just have chips, plain chips please, don't put anything'. As in the food here is just aaaarrgh and I've not found a Nigerian/African market. I found cereals though, on getting home I discovered that I forgot to buy cutleries, so I ate my Maltesers and slept.

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Now I'm in this induction class and I'm bored to death. I can only see 3 dark skinned people. One is VERY VERY dark, I think he is from Burkina Faso and he's trying to make conversation, if only he knows what's in my mind. I was convinced the other chic was Nigerian, until she came to say hi and told me she was from Uganda and the third guy? well, that one was on his own. Coffee time and I was sitting alone, trying to write this piece and this guy walked up to me, he had 'Pakistan' written boldly on his ID. Mehn, I fear o, he said to me ' why aren't you speaking to anyone' and I say 'It because I can't see anyone like me, you guys are everywhere'. He picked up my black pen, coloured a portion of his hand and said 'see, don't be a racist'.....lol, funny dude. I took note of his name 'Norman Taj', I'll probably still run into him again.

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Do you know that the tap in London is either burning hot or freezing cold and its freaking difficult to find a bucket?....mshew

Do you know that you don't need to look left and right to cross the road, just push a button and all cars stop for you? pretty cool huh

Na for London, papa and child go dey share cigarette for road. I never see

Gotta go now, talk to you guys later....toodles

BTW, I finally found garri and groundnut, that's the picture you see

A poem by my dear friend Lawrence Obazei, and it's titled 'FAITH'. I love his poems. Enjoy

I believe I am talented
I dont Know what exactly
it is but I'm willing and
ready to learn, it's not a secret
to the world anymore
I don't want to mislead anyone
Where-as in the process not to
be labelled as a laughing stalk
I am cocky not because am the best
my words speak for itself
I don't believe you have to be inspired
to be/by your icons for inspirations
Rather I choose to be my own hero
Because in the end
You are the main movie star
in the your life story
Your tale of endurance
will be your fortitude to success
Live life to the fullest like no tomorrow
You only live once "Aubrey Graham"
Why complicate it?
One can only be free to unravel
the mysteries of life
when they are ready accept
your limited time on earth
you then begin to live life
to the fullest as if it was the only
one we had
It is the beauty in the breakdown
of our existence of being on earth
from life then to ashes we shall become
a circle of life
Though I humble myself in vanity
I clearly know my beginnings and
the purpose of my existence

Beyond thrilled.....Thank you

As at 4:58pm today, this blog had 1,055 views. I'm sure it has increased as this is been typed. I was shocked. I've been planning to hit 1,000 by September, but I mean this is beyond encouraging. This blog began on the 7th of August 2012, and today, it is exactly 20 days old. You guys mean so much to me. Thanks to all my friends, who believed in me, visited the blog and re-broadcasted on BBM, twitter and facebook. Thanks to other bloggers who featured me on their blogs. muah....love you to bits and I promise never to disappoint. EXPECT MORE

Sequel to 'Would you call me an aristocrat?'

Remember my story on how I was accosted by one guy like that on my way home from church sometime ago? well, I'm here with further gist You've not heard my ranting on this issue probably because my mum has been borrowing me her car because she did not want a repeat of the incident, however, quite unfortunately, the car broke down, so I walked to church. It's not so far plus its a good way to enjoy nature. On my way back at about 7:40 pm, I had my hands free on, I was enjoying my music and the fresh air, and this guy (I don't know if its the same guy from the other day) comes out of nowhere and taps me on my shoulder, startled, I stopped abruptly and looked blankly, then he says 'I've been trying to get your attention since, and you just put your ear (he actually said 'air') piece as if somebody is not talking to you'. My first reaction was to tell him something that will make him go back home and think but I remembered that you guys adviced me to walk away next time, I also thought about the fact that there was total black out, most houses had not put on their generators, then I saw some guys on my street standing outside their houses, so I gathered courage and I quietly put back my hands free without uttering a word (yay me) and continued walking. Those my neighbours kept looking as the guy followed me on, I'm sure they must have been saying 'kai, this girl is not easy at all'....lol. The guy kept speaking but of course, I heard nothing, I had increased my volume, he finally turned back. I gisted my parents and my dad said I should have texted him immediately the guy tapped me....lol. My father will not kill me, please I'm a lady now and can handle the guy and even more....lmao abeg don't mind my mouth o, still pray for me, I don't want to get beaten up.

THE LAST IDIOT. Please drop your comments, love u guys.

Me:(On the phone) No, I prefer the Coco Chanel. Errm, the green one please. Thanks. Ok, talk to you later.

Abi: Who was that on the line?

Me: See question o. Who else, Toks of course

Abi: Hian nawa o, this your friend that I've not met

Me: There's no need dragging the friend, I've told you that there's nothing between us. He should be back in 2 weeks though, you'll meet him. He's doing some shopping, he wanted to know my preferences.

Abi: You look very happy, I have to admit

Me: Of course I'm happy, he seems genuine and he's very nice

Abi: So what's holding you back

Me: You can't have forgotten the last idiot.

                                                              THE LAST IDIOT

Me: Look Abraham, I've told you not to call me again. For crying out loud, we have nothing in common. I'm a born again Christian.

Abraham: Please I'll change. I will even go to church for you

Me: I'm sorry, I can't date you. I want someone who genuinely loves God

Abraham: But I just said...

(I end the call)

 

Next Sunday as I walk to the choir stand, I see Abraham at the right front seat of the last row and I was more angry than surprised. I thought to myself, 'This is just great, now he's stalking to me'. I made up my mind I was going to ignore him. After service, he walked up to me and tried to make conversation and I responded shabbily and walked away. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a snob, I've had my share of heartbreaks. I was born into a Christian family but we were not the overly righteous people, however we were morally upright. I've dated cool guys but because of my strong belief against pre-marital sex, those relationships did not last. On my 24th birthday, I made up my mind that I was done with worldly guys because they just want to go all the way and I wasn't ready to compromise, and this was what I've been trying to make Abraham understand. He's handsome, cool, not to mention rich but he doesn't have the God factor.

After that Sunday, I got about four messages from Abraham during the week and I did not reply any of them. I didn't hear from him after that but something strange caught my interest, 2 months on and Abraham had not missed any Sunday service, his right front seat of the last row had become his permanent. I was happy, perhaps he had genuinely given his life to Christ. I made up my mind that the next time he texted, I would definitely reply. Still, I got no text, then I got a shocker, Pastor was commissioning the next set of church workers, and Abraham was commissioned an Usher in Church. This was the 7th month, he had been consistent. Now I was worried, he wasn't showing any interest, he would just greet me casually after service and drive off, that's if I even run into him. I began to put it into prayers, I prayed that God should rekindle his love for me. He had started getting cosy with Jennifer,  fellow chorister. I started to look out for both of them, I would always see her alight from his car. The bitch*(excuse my language), first she was dragging solo with me during rehearsals, now she also wanted my man? (yes, he's my man). I did the Christian thing, I didn't confront her but I'm pretty sure she could feel the hostile air from me. If ogling could kill, she'd be dead.

At 7:08 pm, Thursday, November 2009, I got a call from Abraham, I got nervous, I picked nonetheless. He wanted to know if I was free for dinner on Friday, he said he wanted to discuss something. Even though I had a prayer meeting, I said I was free. We hung out, we had fun, then we got to the serious part, he said he had been praying about us and that he's convinced that I'm his wife and that he had also discussed it with pastor. I was doing cartwheels in my mind but I decided to form a little, then I asked about Jennifer. He dismissed it with a wave of the hand, saying that they were just friends even though she wanted something more. (In my mind- I knew it, nonsense girl). I knew my answer was yes, but I didn't want to show my excitement so I promised I would pray about.

On the 5th of February, 2010, we got married. I had envisioned my wedding night and gotten the perfect lingerie. It was a beautiful night or so I thought. 2 days later, he had his friends over, they were all laughing profusely, I went close to the door to eavesdrop, I wanted to know what was so funny and that was when I overheard Abraham say 'I won, I finally slept with her and she's not even all that' and they continued to laugh. I was confused, I didn't know who he was referring to, so I went in and the whole room went quiet, so I asked but afraid to know the answer 'Who did you win Abraham' and with every ounce of pride in him, he replied 'You'. Me? I don't understand. He answered, you were a bet honey and I won and I've proved to these guys that I'm the man and he continued laughing. His friends seemed unsure about laughing. As the tears streamed down my face, he said to me 'Don't worry, I'll still remain married to you, I worked damn too hard'.

That's how I left my husband's house barely 72 hours after marriage. God hates divorce, Abraham has not asked me for a divorce, now it's been 2 years and my heart yearns for another. I'm existing and not living. Toks knows about everything and he is willing to look past all of it. Will dating Toks be considered as infidelity in the sight of God? I've not heard that Abraham has been with another woman and so I can't leave him on grounds of unfaithfulness. What do I do? I want to be with Toks.

THE MICROWAVED WORLD I LIVE IN.....This is a piece by the delectable Miss Doreen Yamah. Pls enjoy

                         

Do you remember those days when bad daughters were their mother's children and good ones their father's? When only intelligent, obedient and hardworking daughters had their father's gene.lol....... Imagine a twenty year old girl who can't successfully cook white rice? Yea, I know what’s running through your mind, and yes, it's me and you are free to say my mother did not train me well, you can decide my gene, it's your opinion.

I  grew up in the computer age where everything is 'microwaved', even schools now have sandwich courses. Going to the farm to get firewood is now forgotten history (my grandma Aina never failed to drum in her tales of the firewood experience each time we visited), blowing charcoal behind the house for it to "catch" is so 1980. Kerosene took over when I was younger. I and my siblings knew food was ready when smoke from the stove filtered into our rooms from the kitchen ,that was the only part of the cooking routine that I got to witness and sometimes, I helped mama quench it too.

 Then I went to the boarding house and everything happened so fast, I grew and there was the infiltration of landlines, GSMs, smart phones, laptops, iPads, etc. We didn't have to queue in banking halls to withdraw the money papa sent from Istanbul, we now had our ATM cards. Everybody was in a hurry.

 Welcome to my world. An era of gas cookers, microwaves, rice cookers, ovens, deep fryers, dish washers, etc. All mama did was go to the market once a month with Lami the house help, to shop for groceries that will last a month and together they'll cook different soups, stews and refrigerate them. While they were busying themselves in the kitchen I was either in my room skyping or out with friends, all I had to do was microwave anything I wanted and that only happened when Lami was out on errands. There was never a dull Saturday or any day at all.

Then I met Taiwo, the love of my life, he was just my perfect dream man, however, there was a 'but'.  My Taiwo has a very large appetite and he loves to keep in touch with his  traditional roots. I felt I could handle it and would always find a way around it so I didn't let it bother me. He was sure I was the woman for him, so we planned a 'microwaved' wedding...lol, well, there was nothing keeping us, we both wanted to settle down and trust my mama and his mum, they were up to the task, I didn't have to break a nail to do anything. All our meals were prepared for us by my mum up until we got back from our honeymoon mostly because we had such a great inflow of visitors bringing congratulatory messages. This wasn't surprising as I am the only daughter of my mama and I got married to the son of the Oba of Ikare.

 My fairytale life was soon over and I was left alone with my husband and all the duties. Did I mention he has a large appetite? The day finally came when my Taiwo said he was craving semovita and egusi soup with the snail his mum had brought for us .There was nothing left to microwave. Hot sweat rushed through my body. I thought to myself 'have I ever seen the food? Yes of course. I even used to eat it when Lami prepared it at home.' I tried to think of ways to make it, but I couldn't come up with any. Then it struck me, my marriage would fall apart over a plate of semovita and egusi. I know Taiwo, when he wants something, he wants it.

A lot of things came to my mind, I couldn't call my mum, she had gone for a women retreat in her church and they had to turn off their phones. I thought about rushing to a nearby eatery to buy the food but no way, Taiwo would find out. My last option was to call Lami to give me direction on how to cook this food that carried the fate of my marriage or pack my bags and go back to my mama to teach me those things that every woman must know. Anyway, I think I'm doing a good job as I'm right now sitting in the kitchen waiting for my semovita to boil and typing this on my blackberry, it doesn't look like Lami's own but it's not totally bad. Pray for me that my husband doesn't complain. I'm definitely resuming cooking classes ASAP. God bless Lami and the day we bought her a phone.

MY LAST CARD

I'm laughing hysterically as I write this. I've had the much dreaded 'writers block' for a week now and bang!!! out of nowhere, my brother inspired me to write this but I seriously need another muse (this boy is just aaaarrrghhh *bbm lips are sealed*. Below was our conversation this afternoon:

My door opens

Me: You can't knock abi

Bro: Abeg, do you have change

Me: change for what?

Bro: I want to buy groundnut

( BTW we love garri in my house)

Me: Abeg buy for me too, open that drawer (I point towards the direction of the drawer)

Bro: How much should I take (He's assuming I have plenty money)

Me: It's 200naira that is there, abeg return 100naira change, that's my last card. Buy corn too

.......and this was when my brother did it.

Bro: You have had 4 last cards this week alone

lol.................I am so not a liar and I'm not the only one guilty of this (You are also guilty). If my bro knows I have money eh, it is finished, he will start reminding  me of all the money I owe him and honestly, me I don't remember.....lol... I'm a bad sister.....hehehe

Would you call me an aristocrat?

So i'm walking home very briskly from choir rehearsals (I was rushing home so I could use the toilet, the 'thing' hooked me) and I walk past two rough looking guys and just few steps away from them, one of the guys goes 'heez', I pretend not to hear and I keep walking, he calls out again to me, this time saying 'sister'. I turn, thinking that I probably dropped something, next thing is that he stretches out his hand and bids me to come.I was dazed, I thought of walking away because they were obviously ruffians, but I needed to reply the guy, so I said 'I hope you're normal?' and then he says 'you don't know what I want to tell you'. As I walked on, I could hear footsteps behind me, at this point, I got scared, then I remembered the police station near my house, I decided I'll hurry there and report them if they continued to follow me and I know they'll be arrested when I mention the daughter of whom I am( yes, my dad is that popular) but then the footsteps ceased, I turned back and they were no longer in sight. Nevertheless, I hurried on home. When I was done offloading my 'thing', I went to my mother's room to narrate my ordeal and her response was 'why did you even answer them, don't you know the police station has been closed. They would have beaten you today, shebi you have mouth. You don't answer such people, just walk away'....hmmmm, they say I have sharp mouth. Do you think I was been snobbish? Besides the fact that we are not on the same social level (its the plain truth, I'm also aspiring to be on a higher level), you don't just ask a girl to come, just like that, especially when she's not your friend and you are meeting her for the first time. I felt insulted sha, I needed to reply. If I had my own car now, I won't face all these things *sighs* Just pray for me that they'll not catch me on the road tomorrow.

MEMOIRS OF A FAT GIRL IN A SLIM WORLD by me again

                                  MEMOIRS OF A FAT GIRL IN A SLIM WORLD

"Fatty bombom Arubutus" was the Jest song that always welcomed me. I've been on a diet for as long as I can remember. I remember forcing my body into under sized clothes. I remember the loneliness, the darkness, the rejection, the pain and even the tears as a child. Times when Jesus was the only friend I had, days when I didn't want to go to school and would feign illness because I couldn't stomach any ridicule for that day, countless humiliations at bus stations, nasty comments from fellow passengers. Days when I was scared to go shopping because of the embarrassment of not finding my size and fear of the remarks by the shop attendants. I remember one once said to me 'Kai, we only sell normal sizes here o'. Meeting people was my greatest phobia because I would keep trying to figure out what they thought about me, I could just be a shapeless amoeba to them. I had to be measured specially for uniforms. I was a very angry , I blamed my mum, perhaps if she wasn't fat, I wouldn't be fat too, as I am her exact copy. I never got the 'happening' guys, no matter how hard I dressed up for social nights(every Saturday night in my boarding house), any guy that liked me then must be a reflection of God's kind of love. I never belonged to any clique, I got sent on many errands by seniors. A senior once said to me 'Wash my uniform for me and I'll be your friend'. That was a good catch because she was popular, I obliged and of course, she did not keep to her words. Another said to me '...you irritate me, don't fetch my drinking water, just bring my bathing water'. I'll never forget. Those days were dark, very dark indeed. At InterHouse competitions, we the fat people never got to play queens or princesses, we had three options, you either match, be a bodyguard or you sit!!!

I fell into depression, I ate and kept to myself a lot. Then I met someone, he told me I could talk to God about ANYTHING and so I prayed amidst tears and I said 'Lord I need you now, I need you to deliver me, I want confidence'. That was it, my breakthrough came. I felt good within, I had defeated inferiority and it was the best feeling ever.

I got into the university and discovered it was a different ball game and even though it took me a year, I decided to 'up' my game. Rumours had it that a man had started to spend on me...lol, when girl was shabby, they were irritated, now girl was all fly, they still had something to say. As a matter of fact, the first day someone called me a 'snob' is still one of my best days of my life- me that was inferior is now making someone feel intimidated...lol (but I've changed o, I'm now a good girl). My friends always say to me "overconfidence dey worry you" and it feels very good to finally be loved and accepted. I've dropped from a size 20 to a size 16 and I'm still on my journey and enjoying every bit of it. I thank God for the bad days, they made me stronger and the good days now outweigh the bad.It's a daily struggle and I keep winning. I have so much to be grateful for.

Fool me once, shame on you...fool me twice, shame on me. Written by beautiful Miss Ebun Omoraiyewa(me!!!)....lol, Pls enjoye

I once met a girl who had fallen hopelessly in love with a loser dude and even when she knew he was playing her, she still kept going back. I was disgusted and in my heart, I said 'GET A LIFE'.

Now its 2:08am and I'm wide awake, surrounded by the thoughts of my own foolishness and stupidity. How gullible can you be Ebun? The signs were everywhere, but I threw caution to the wind and I still kept going back to my own vomit. The breeze of torture soothes my aching soul gently reminding me of my present predicament. I'd rather not bore you with the gory details but I'll still like to share my story.

Femi was every girls dream. He made me come alive. He wasn't the most eloquent or civil but he was just enough for me. It was the classic scenario of poor girl meets rich guy. One day, he surprised me, my family had gone into a lot of debts which he knew about, he called to say he had made arrangements to clear all the debts. I was beyond elated, i spent that weekend with him and it was fun filled, we went shopping and then he got me a Blackberry, not just any blackberry, a Bold 5. I still remember *azonto-ing*. We were very happy until he gradually began to change, more like he was doing me a favour, I had to answer to EVERY need (trust me, you don't want to know what I mean by EVERY). I refused to let it bother me though. After a while, it worsened, more like I was in a distant relationship yet we both lived in the same city. At every given opportunity, he'd remind me of what he had done for my family. I was abandoned and ignored and yet I couldn't let him go, it felt like I was in bondage. Don't get me wrong, I'm not an ingrate, but this love had become one-sided.

I decided to let him have a taste of his own medicine, I also ignored him and it worked, soon my baby boo was back. He was very apologetic. He bought me flowers and chocolates and explained that he got very busy. He promised to create more time for me and become more considerate of my feelings and to show his seriousness, he informed me that I would be accompanying him to the UK on his 3 weeks seminar and according to him preparations had been set in motion. I was so happy, I called my bestie immediately, and we were already planning the trip. We were already running out of time, standard visa processing takes about 3 weeks, and it was already 2 weeks to the due date of travel, each time I reminded him, he would say 'be patient'. Few days to the scheduled travel date, I began to worry because he had started to distance himself and take secret calls, I was sure he was hiding something and so I began to snoop and then I discovered that his business had crumbled, he lost everything and apparently the last thing on his mind was a business trip. I thought about leaving him because of the lies and the deceit, but the world would call me a gold digger. I wanted to be there in the good times and bad times.

During this period, we bonded a lot and we decided not to be deterred. He took my hands, looked into my eyes and told me he loved me and begged me to have faith in him. I loved him so it wasn't difficult to trust him. I gave him all the love and support he needed. Things got better for him but not for us. Promises kept failing, bad treatment was the order of the day and more disappointments so I decided it was enough. I'm done!!

BREAKDOWN OF MY TALE....

''Ebun’’ represents the people of Nigeria while ''Femi'' in 3rd paragraph stands for the Obasanjo regime(foreign debts were written off:1999-2007, telecommunication sector was born)....

....''Femi'' in 4th paragraph: Yaradua regime (short-lived due to death...RIP)

....''Femi'' in 5th paragraph: Goodluck Jonathan regime

FAILURES PECULIAR TO ALL THREE

Failed power sector

Failed education system

Failed heath sector

Failed transport sector (road, aviation rail and marine)

Failed labour sector........................etc

FAILURES OF THE PRESENT ADMINISTRATION

Mismanagement of the pension fund

Niger Delta management

Boko Haram management.................etc

I narrowed it down to these three regimes because I began to have interest in the politics of my country from them and I have continued to be disappointed. Several promises have been made and our hopes dashed all the time with few bones dangled at us. No more voting for me, it's over. I know I'll love again but he must be worth it,

Crazy day.........

As usual the Muezzin with his audible ‘extra extra loud” voice woke me up before my alarm clock and the awaited headache came pouring down like an ocean that had been caged. I laid awake in the darkness to gather my thoughts and then I sluggishly got up to go through the normal routine-listening to music, morning devotion and jeez, when I looked up to my bedside clock it was 6:00 am…..Oh my, I dashed into the bathroom. As I had my bath  ‘sharp-sharp’ and with cold water, I thought to myself “It’s worth it”…The staff bus left the junction at exactly 6:45 am and I couldn’t afford to miss the bus as I was just a bloody-corper…..Of course, God was on my side, I got to the junction just in time and by 7:3 0am, I was already at the office and was so full of life and in high spirits and as I pressed down the knob of my door and the door gave way, I stood in shock for about 5 seconds, then I regained my consciousness, What da>>>>Margareth Thatcher was back……What was she doing back, we had hoped she would be back after 6 months. That woman has the ability to make a super intelligent person feel less than dumb and make you question the whole essence of going to spend 4 or more years within the confines of a higher institution and studying so hard to be one of the best, when you have to do jobs like cleaning her microwave, taking her personal belongings to and fro the basement, typing already typed documents even when we have a hi- tech photocopier(e gba mi)…Im putting a BBM ‘lips are sealed’ emoticon at this point….So much for serving your Country.  If there was nice treatment sef, it would have been bearable, but the environment is always hostile and she makes everyone jumpy and uncomfortable….Anyway, the matter plenty for ground, so back to my original story, I had about 10 minutes during the day to have breakfast and lunch together(I know, very bad lifestyle) and then had to stay with madam till about 6:30pm since her P.A was on leave and that implied that I missed the staff bus back home and from the office, off I ran to get a cab to church, it was an awesome service…I got home at about 9:00pm, went to my wardrobe and picked a dress for the next day, ironed it and then got ready to bath….what a soothing bath that was when it happened…NEPA struck…it was a nightmare, it suddenly brought me to the realization that my life was frustrating....hmmm, well, I spent the night hand fanning myself till my arms wore out.

Why is the world bitter

According to Dictionary.com, bitter means 'having a harsh, disagreeably acrid taste...' We are all guilty of this, lets be sincere to ourselves. I remember when I was much younger, there was this certain girl who I felt used to 'form' too much and then I heard she got sent out of her school because of fees and I laughed so hard and said to myself 'after all formin'g. There was this other girl i used to call 'cock',I just couldn't get along with her, so i decided to be hateful. Fast forward to today,I'm so ashamed of the things I did and I've tried to make some sense of it all
1) I was dealing with my own inferiority complex. I was the 2nd fattest girl in the entire school
2)I wasn't mature enough to realize I had a problem
3) I wanted to be 'among'
4) I needed to make up for my own inadequacies

WHY THE WORLD IS BITTER
It's never gonna change. It's just the way the world is. People hate on people they know and don't know. If hurtful words could kill, Kim K would be dead...lol. Its either people are intimidated at success or perhaps something they don't have or they are frustrated and seeking who to vent at or they are surrounded by so much hate that its the only thing they can produce, etc.. Everyone will not like you, get used to it. There's only one thing you can do, CHOOSE YOUR DISPOSITION. I know I don't like everybody so everybody cannot like me, however, I decided to adopt the following in dealing with people
a)Ive learnt to shut up. I really dont need to make comments
b)Ive tried to understand people and relate with where they are coming from. Someone called me 'bloated'...lol, im a size 16 now, there was a time I was  a size 20, what would the soul have said then, If i hadn't overcome inferiority complex, I'd probably fall into depression and eat my way into gluttony
c)I've learnt to be nicer. It really doesn't take too much
d)I've learnt to be constructive with criticisms
Im happier now and I know I've developed better relationships and i'm better for it....winks*

Omotola VS 'Fan'

So something very funny happened today...i'll try to trace the origin of the story. A few days back, I got bored and  I decided to dress up and then i asked my brother to take pictures. In one of the pics, i 'tried' to look like Omotola Ekeinde, it looked cute, so i tweeted it and copied Omotola and she replied tweeting 'beautiful' and of course i got a lot of retweets and mentions. So today someone buzzed me and said he saw my pic on one sturvs.com (apparently, someone liked it enough to send it there), lo and behold...from the blogger to the commentators, most were hateful comments, there were nice ones though but you could feel the hate from that site and this will lead to my next discussion 'WHY IS THE WORLD BITTER' and how to respond to situations and people in a bitter world. Here's a link to the blog http://ladunliadi.blogspot.co.uk/2012/08/who-wore-it-better-omotola-vs-fan.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed:+WelcomeToLadunLiadisBlog

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