The Ever Present Help

I had the worst day of my life yesterday. It was a lovely day or so I thought, until I decided to plug in my laptop and discovered that it was not charging. After several attempts, I accepted my fate. I was so sad, not because of the charger but because I have three days to submit my dissertation proposal and this 'event' was going to draw me back. I went to the 'Fix It Center' in my school, and after waiting a long time to be attended to, the guy there said since it wasn't school property, he couldn't fix it for me. He however suggested that I buy a new one. I began to calculate in my head, 'Oh God, unplanned expenses again'. Anyway I had an appointment with my tutor. He helped me to power my computer with his charger so he could see what I had written so far. After looking at it, guess what?. He changed my topic. This is coming after I had typed 600 words out of the 2500 words and read all the literature. It was snowing seriously, the snow was about 3 inches from the ground, so I couldn't move easily and it was really cold. The boo also called to say he was not having a good day. It was all too much for me to bear. I called my mum afterwards and started crying. I was so confused, but trust my mother, she set me straight immediately. She said;
 'I don't believe in sulking. What will it get you. When they burnt my school, did you see me crying. I immediately started to seek the way forward. The Bible says if you are discouraged in the face of adversity, then your faith is little. Get up, go and look for charger and put in extra hours'
She then began to tell me a story, I laughed so much that I forgot my worries.
Entering that snow to go find a charger was not an option, so I just went to borrow a laptop from the library. While I was using it at home, it felt really weird, I couldn't type fast on it. So, I decided to come back to the library and just stay there and do my work. This was at about 10pm, my library is 24 hours, so again I braved the snow and began the walk to the library, only to get there and saw the notice saying 'Library closed because of bad weather'. I was so angry, but then I remembered what my mum said and I stuck my tongue out and said 'Satan, is this all you got', and it felt so good. I went back home, started to study and type. I slept at 2:00 am having typed about 1000 sensible words, what I had not achieved in weeks of studying. I woke up this morning just thinking of the faithfulness of God. He is the only one who can collapse time, our every present help in times of trouble. I have bought a new charger today and currently approaching 2000 words. Praise God

@LoveOmoraiyewa

Winner o o o o

My uncle receiving the gift on my behalf

Yes o, you heard well. I won the Nigerian Idol's 'Grab The Mic' contest and I am super duper excited. It was an amateur singing competition. I didn't quite hit some notes properly, but I think for an amateur competition, I did good. Here's a link to my feature on Nigerianidol.com http://nigerianidol.com/newsdetail.php?NewsID=252 I have to say a big THANK YOU to everyone who voted, campaigned and supported, y'all rock. By the way, a friend thinks I should try out for XFactor UK. What do you guys think?

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Contd. London girl goes to Nigeria

I'm sorry that 'bath' took a little while. lol. Sorry , I've been busy with coursework and lectures jare. Ehen, so back to the gist. That's how I now had to enter one blue and white bus that was to take me to where the BRT buses were. I bought ticket, when I entered, hmmn,I was the only different one (my 'buttiness' does not know how to hide). Honestly, I stood out (literally). I was hanging by the door, I feared I had entered 'one chance' bus. That's how one woman now shouted from the back in Yoruba, that it's like I don't like my life, that I could fall out. She now turned to the driver and said why couldn't he tell me to enter inside properly. He replied saying, are my eyes paining me, that couldn't I see where other people were standing (yeah, I forgot to mention, the standing passengers were more than the sitting ones). Anyway, I sha moved in. One babe now began famzing with me. She said, 'you seem new to the environment', I replied with a smile. I was afraid to talk back before I will disappear (anything can happen in Lagos). She wasn't ready to take my silence as she continued to show me places, felt like it was a tour, only it was really unpleasant. I finally succumbed and began to talk with her. Later, I kindly asked her to tell me the bus stop to alight at. She had not finished replying when one oversabi woman began to yell. She was so angry, that the girl was telling me the wrong place. Then both of them started to argue, aww, I felt like a celeb. In the midst of this, someone else tapped me and said I should watch out for my Blackberry, it was about to fall from my pocket. *sigh*. God bless her. The driver overheard the argument and decided to show me mercy and told me where to get off.  
BRT PLACE
*Me very confused, too many queues*
Me: Hi.Please I'm going to NTA on the Island, which queue should I join
Young man: It's the same queue. One line is the standing queue, the other is the sitting queue. I advice you join the standing queue, so you can reach on time
Me: (in my mind) yepa. E don be today
The only semblance the bus had to London buses is the card reader inside the bus. Finish. It was so rickety. The driver was very rough, pressing the brake abruptly. Oh, did I mention I was on heels?, I nearly cried. I finished my business, trying to look for a cab (as I swore I was never getting into another bus), that's how I slipped. Not only did my jeans tear, I was bruised badly. Shame no gree me look sef. I got up quickly, face front picking up the remaining pieces of my pride. lol. I also had amazing moments though. I went to the mall and it was super cool, fooling around, asking for prices and buying nothing (typical nigerian), I saw 'The Meeting' at the cinema, too funny and I got to attend a christmas party. It turned out great at the end. The rest of the holidays I spent in Kaduna, working on my coursework, and spending time with my wonderful family. I look forward to the next holiday. I hope you also had a fab time? Thanks for reading. xoxo

@LoveOmoraiyewa

London girl goes to Nigeria

My people,
    how una dey? everything ok?. The other time, I told you guys that I had moved to London. What I didn't tell you was that I came for my Masters degree program. It has not been easy, the library has become my abode. This is the reason I've been unfaithful to this blog, hopefully, things will get easier.
On the 13th of December, 2012, (I still remember the date vividly because it cost me so much to change my ticket and it is still 'paining' me), I packed my luggage, and as early as 5:30am, I was headed for the Heathrow airport. I was too excited, I missed my family and friends so much, I just wanted to be home. I couldn't sleep or concentrate on any of the movies on the plane. The mother and daughter who sat next to me made matters worse. I had to keep getting up for them to go pee, plus the girl kept trying to make conversation and she was a heavily accented Yoruba speaker. I didn't understand most of the things she was saying. I kept checking how many hours we had left, I wanted to be out, felt like I was going to explode.
'Welcome to the Murtala Mohammed Airport'. I sat up in glee. The heat that came rushing as we stepped out, *sigh* I cannot describe. This is Nigeria, where there's no functioning air conditioner in an international airport. I was sweating profusely. Believe me, I am not exaggerating, I got my luggage after 2 hours, they were probably waiting for us to bribe them to let our bags come out.  The rest of the night was beautiful, met up with my people and had a huge dinner (after 2 months of hardcore diet, it was a big deal).

I was told that Lagos BRT buses are just like London buses, they both use oyster cards, et al and sadly I believed. Dressed up, wore my platforms, I was looking all 'fine girl' with all my jand freshness. hmmn, you don't want to know what happened . Lemme gaan baff, I shall continue the gist soon.