To whom it may concern.

Reblogged without prejudice.

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I have had a LONGGG week- I will be back.xxx

Day 16 and a random blog post.

Day 16:  Something difficult about your "lot in life" and how you're working to overcome it

Something I am dealing with right now.. is going back to school. Its hard because asides the fact that I love lagos but I have to go back- tickets are at an all time high- and I kind of do not have a house to live in- because I have not looked for one.

LOL.

My internship got extended by one week- because my employers are slave drivers I am a hard worker, And my oga said I can come in by each day- Like that is what I am looking for.

How do I plan to address my moving back issues- I plan not to worry.

Infact- I am so chilled, It is almost amusing.

I do not know if I should or should not do my missing days- work has been quite busy- so busy that I do not even have time to blog.... who would have thunk it?

Sell Your self in 10 words or less.

First, may the souls lost in the 9-11 attacks rest in peace.

Day 11. Sell your self in 10 words or less.

" Here, have a look at my CV"- 7 words.

Most Embarrassing Moment.

Day 10:  Most embarrassing moment (s). Spill.

So when I was maybe 10 or 11, I went to Abuja with my mother and we met up her friend and her friends kids- who we hung out with the whole time at Sheraton.

I had the hugest- est crush on one of her kids, and I was always striving to impress him.

So at lunch one day- the waiter brought us water- in a jug and a bucket of Ice.

As a babe- who could not drink room temp water- I loudly requested for Ice- But used the word block.

" Can someone please pass me the BLOCK", I screeched....

#pause. #flickhair #eyecontactwiththeboyofmydreams

And everyone stopped talking- and my crush passed me the ice bucket..

And loudly proclaimed " It's Ice... Not Block"

Even though this happened over 10 years ago.. I can not think of any more embarrassing thing to have ever happened to me.

Not even when I ran into this guy at the club- who hailed me as the QUEEENNN of facebook/ the Queeeenn of Sexiness... etc etc etc...

Day 7 &8

Obviously,
I did not blog over the weekend because I am a princess in my own right- However....

Day 7:  The thing(s) you're most afraid of:

I used to be afraid of failing- But now I have failed enough to know there is nothing to fear in faliure.

Then I used to fear failed relationships- But then I realised failed relationships are nothing fear- after experiencing it.

Now the one thing I am most afraid of- Is that I would never be close to my sister. 

And I am working on it- because if there is anything I have learnt- It's that every relationship takes work.

Day 8:  A piece of advice you have for others. Anything at all.

Do what you want. 

I know you want to be popular, and whatever it is. 

But live your truth.

Live within your means.- The pressure is only in your head

Stop caring about the opinion of others. 

Embrace sales. 

Be Fair.

Do not be a complaint box. Be grateful and thankful.

Do only what you really want to do.

Realize that everything is green on the other side- appreciate what you have.

Finally- Fuck Bitches and Get money.- Close mouth don't get fed.

Do not be bitter- Be better.

If there is anything you can do to yourself- Avoid being bitter.

Bitterness eats away at your joy- from inside. You become dark, ugly and you have a frown always giving you wrinkles.

Bitterness changes you- Not in the way you expect because you have no idea- until you have changed.

You know how you can not be bitter- Just stop.

Do not be bitter- Be better.

People ask me how can you not be bitter and I tell them Karma.
ever
The knowledge that what you do will come after you- and yours is enough satisfaction for me to be merry with my self.

I do no ill wishing tho- I feel like there is little or no need for that.

Over the weekend- I experienced so much love from my friends and witnessed first hand how bitterness can diminish a person.

While I have had horrible experiences with friends- this weekend reminded me that I still had a lot of loyal ones who have my back.

And made me realise that I might have been unfair to treat them so badly because one bad behaviors of people.

This weekend tho so terribly short.Was a very pleasant weekend.

I am thankful for my family and the few good friends in my life... Also to God for weeding out the shit ones- giving me space to love the legit ones harder than ever.

What do you do?

Day 6. September 6 2013.
 If you couldn't answer with your job, how would you answer the question, 'what do you do'?

Questioner: What do you do?

Me: Drive all the boys that like me crazy.

LOL.

Public Declaration of Love and Affection

Day 5.

I totally Love the Rust geek's writing- and from the little I have gleaned off him, I have come to admire his persona.

I like Ani's blog as well. He writes laboriously but I have come to appreciate it.

if only he would write some more.

Today I publicly declare my love for my Aburo- Who I know Does not own a blog, and should.

When I started my Internship here- I just wanted to learn but as usual, I made friends and my Aburo is the dearest of them all.

We bonded over her body piercings and my lowkey freaky attitude.

Low Key.

Slowly she won my heart and I her's and we have become some what inseparable.

If I could be 21 again, I would not mind being her- Light skinned natural haired and broken hearted.

What makes my Aburo great is how open. trusting and honest she is. I do not know a less self serving person.

Who is more beautiful inside and out.

Remember when I said God had brought me new friends- I think I am putting My Aburo on that list.

Favorite Quote

One of my Favorite Quotes- used to be the worst quote to my ears because- It implied that Family is everything. Turns out it has been incomplete and touted that way forever.

Blood is thicker than water- I hated this quote because it meant I had to be kind to  wretched Yoruba wicked family members to endure thier BS because they were blood.

Fast forward to 2013, I stumble across the real quote on Wendy's blog and I research further-

Apparentlyyyyyy  the whole Quote is this " Blood of the covenant is thicker than water of the womb"

Which means- Family relations carried in the same womb dont have as strong a claim as those whom you have made blood covenants with.

Hehehehe.

Another versions speaks about " Blood shed on the battle field with comrades, is thicker than water of the womb".

So when you go to battle and you and your fellow soldiers bath in the blood of your enemies- There is a stronger bond with them, than with those of your family whom you really do not give a shit about.

Another Reason I like this Quote is that You can change your friends, but can not change your family.

And God knows I have been doing a lot of that lately.

I do not know the origin/ whom to credit with this quote but various articles refer to Arabic history as the source.

#Repost

Probably one of the best blogs in a while.

This should be fun, try out the exercise.

here

Things that make me uncomfortable

Day 3.
September 3rd 2013.

Fewer things make me uncomfortable than an older man hitting on me inappropriately.

I remember going to visit a friend of mine and her dad told me he loved me and wanted to date me.

I was so freaked out, I ran away and made a conscious effort to never visit her whenever he was around.


Because I am a selfless person by nature, people with low self esteem make me uncomfortable. I always feel the need to dim my light so everyone can be comfortable.

People who indulge in self depreciating comments make me uncomfortable, because I am unable to make those kind of statements in return to keep the conversation going and then I look like I am proud or conceited. When in reality I am content with what my legs look like.

People who say things like " I heard XYZ, but I can not tell you who told me"- I'm always in my mind like- take your half loaf of miserable gist out of my life jare.

Off all this, people touching my hair, or body, inappropriately* makes me really irriatable and uncomfortable.


Read inappropriate to mean-
1.without invitation, which may be express or implied but usually the invitation is clear.
2.when both parties are sober and in a really professional environment- Like work.

Basically when I'm drunk in the club, I have no problem with people touching me or my hair or dancing with me.

One more thing is make me irritated and disgusted ( even though this post is about things making me uncomfortable) is people who get upset when people hit them in the club. Im like- do you think I came here in my sexy out fit to brush my luscious chocolate butter skin on your fucking ashy elbows?

Like is that what you really think? that you can open your smelly mouth to start chatting shit because I mistakenly stepped on you at the club and apologized????  Lagos is just different.

Something I know A lot about.

I have been tweeting about this post-

Should I write about false friends? - I seem to have learnt a significant amount of the issue in recent times.

Or about how to care for nails?

Or about how to grow your hair- as is evidenced by my yansh length human hair- albeit relaxed.

But then I decided you can read up on that every where you want. I am going to write about something every Nigerian both local content and imported returnee's need.

The Art of Crossing the road in Nigeria- Especially the Zebra Crossing.

When one is unfortunate enough not to be in a car and has to encounter a zebra crossing in Nigeria, the rules differ dramatically.
what do I mean?

For one- The cars no not stop for you.

Yes- It is your pedestrian right, but the cars will never stop for you- be it in Ogba, Yaba, Alausa, VI, VGC. The cars simply do not stop. Why? Simply because you are not a Zebra.

So how do you cross the roads in Nigeria? Simple.

 Do not look left and right and left again.

Say a prayer to God, and cross the road. while flagging down the car zooming towards you and hope it has brakes that are functioning.

Many Lives have been lost while crossing the road in Lagos- A fool proof method, is to wait until a mob needs to cross the road and then mingle in when the crowd dashes into the road forcing the cars to slow down.

Or you can ask your office security to help you flag down the cars, while you cross- Although this method is comes at a price- N200-N500 tips to the security men.

All in all, It is quite an experience when you finally get a hang of it and then it grants you an inkling when you are driving such that you don't seem so upset when all the cars behind you are "horning" incessantly as you slow down to let pedestrians cross the road.

Story of My Life in 250 words.

September 1st 2013

First 250 words are not enough but if there is any thing I have to mention when talking about my life, I must mention how lucky I am, and I have been all of it.

Basically My Chi is a very good one, I have been fortunate to find myself at the right place at the right time.

And for this I am very thankful. For some reason God looks out for me all the time- making my life the most delicious journey thus far. I currently have an overdose of self confidence and self love- Which I strongly believe, is as a result of the belief I have in myself to do whatever it is I set out to do.

And even when I fail, I get up and do it again.

I currently struggle with bad friends- ie. I have had a recent episode of amassing friends that have failed to have my intrests at heart. And I am yet to recover. Infact- I doubt I would recover fully- although I can not lie God has found a way to give me better friends- and for this I am inherently thankful.

Finally- I went out on friday night and lost my ATM card.

Story of my life thus far.