Academic writing

As a blogger who has somehow felt the need for punctuation could always be overlooked by a very interesting narration- the end time has come for me.

In the form of academic research writing.

Critical and analytic thinking/ writing

I CAN NOT tell you how many times I have heard that phrase today.

It haunts my very day dreams of bamboozling my lecturers with beautiful narratives of how underdeveloped my poor Nigeria is and how I intend to swoop in and save it.

Unfortunately- That will not fly

Fortunately- I discovered this early enough and enrolled for a free* one on one teaching session with an English professor at Edinburgh University.

At my first class- I realized how I had such a long way to go and finally realized why all those academic online journal articles save the economist were overtly boring to read.

Let us just say- you will experience a change in my writing as I shall be coming here to try my hand on some of the stuff I need to present.

Not for critique purposes, but if anyone has so much time and would love to print out and review or make corrections to one of the writings please be my guest. Just somehow find a way to get back to me (psst Skype?)

I welcome such actions with open arms.

After all, we are but pencil in the hand of the creator.




* I love how I keep finding free stuff to better your self and improve your skill set in my University and since its free the awoof lover in me just could not resist.

10 people you'd meet in Nigeria

Real Quick.

I like Sugabelly. Even more than I like her, I like her work.

Especially this one

Go on. Click it. You know you want to.

Better person

This year, I decided to be a better person.

What do you mean by better person?

I mean- The old me wasn't bad by any standard or anything but I definitely wanted to be nicer
Not like I wasn't nice or anything.

Actually I was not a nice person. and I could not be bothered about being a nice person until I moved here.

You see- I already had my own little circle of friends/ people so I never had to ever really go out of my way to be nice to or like people.

Until I moved here and realised that to meet people- You have to be nice.

You see life really IS all about perceptions. especially IF you do not know who you are anyways people would tell you this is who you are- and you'd believe it.

Only because you do not know sha. If you did, and the people around you did you'd know there is no need to worry yourself about the perceptions because they KNOW YOU!

But you move across the world and it is a totally different ball game.

Usually I'd resort to manipulation to meet these people and make them like me- Because more often than not, they would not like me- Then they eventually see how nice a person I am. and Like me.

But only if they stick around- While this method is tried and tested- I have to large a course load to concern myself with game of throne - like manipulations.

So I am just going to be nice.

Sincerely.

And because I have become nice, I feel like I have become a much better person.

Than I used to be.

I have no idea, how or why? but either my mind is playing tricks on me but I am feeling much better.

Who could have thought smiling at random people when your eyes meet, could bring you so much * insert betterment feeling here*?

Well who ever did, didnt tell me.

I mean I am still WIP But I love it.

Lent is progressing fine guys- Thank you soooo much for asking- I find myself stuffing my face all night and plauged with indisgestion the next morning.

OOOOHHHHH I was going to tell you guys about my night out yesterday- But I do not know how i ended up talking about niceness.

Anyways.

Who ever finds a way to paint his/her nails without painting her flesh needs to teach me. sometimes-  I get it right. some other times, Its almost as if i set out to paint my whole finger- flesh and nail.

Beauty IS pain. Do not let anyone tell you otherwise.

Today

Today, I did something that I would never ever have done in Nigeria.

My teacher lecturer was explaining how to prepare a cashflow and the whole class was struggling and not getting it.

So one Ghanaian boy just put up his hand and said " I do not understand"

So I put up my hand and said " Could I explain it to him, because I kind of understand, why he does not understand"

Everyone was like *pause* *insert nervous laughter*

And the lecturer said " It is nice to know I have an assistant here so I can relax while she carries on"

Perhaps my scarf was on too tight because the sarcasm in his voice was excessive but I persisted

I said " But can I?"

And I killed the explanation. Totally. When I was done- the class clapped.

I was trying hard not to cheese.

But all those weekends spent at Maryland doing ICAN lessons were not in vain.

I just felt like- This was what those classes were about?

  You know?  Not passing the exam, but 4 years later coming to do your masters AND explaining the simplest form of cashflows to Ghanaians.

And when the class was done clapping- the lecturer said " I hope you do not think I would explaining things in as much detail going forward" pointedly staring at me.

I was still cheesing then Mo said " Hollywood, you do know he has a crush on you right?"

I am so excited about this course. I am really excited when I am the best at what I put my hands at, even though I love numbers and they are my bitch.

I honestly should not be this excited because if I could not explain that- My degree should be seized.

Doesn't take away from the excitement sha.

I am aware that what I did- is severe Oversabi but I just could not help myself.

I might have to put a lid on my ITK behavior.

How was your day guys? Make any life changing moves today?

In the last few weeks, I have suffered insomnia. Unable to sleep for no just cause.

In the last few weeks I have gone back and forth about an issue in my head.

I'd hate to think the over thinking and the insomnia are related.

But irrespective of what I'd like to think- they most probably are.

Today saw me with equal parts restlesness and equal part tiredness.

I was suffering another bout of insomnia AGAIN tonight- after having a particularly laborious conversation which was supposed to give me closure- But just ended up helping me make up my mind.

A bit faster than I intended.- But that did not take away the insomnia.

at 12:25 I decided to do a bit of running to clear my head.

45 minutes later, Legs aching and new found knowledge of the streets around my house

Still no sleep.

So I decided to make a call.

Recipient did not pick up.

So here I am. 1am  and I still can not sleep.

I wonder if they would sell my codeine without a prescription?

Being Nigerian

Being Nigerian has become hard, not because our Nigerian boys here stay falling hand, or our President's wife dies and wakes up after 10 days.

Being a Nigerian is hard because the statistics are daunting and terrifying.

It is hard coming here, and hating it here BUT not wanting to go back home, because there is light, water and  so much ability it is possible to plan your day.

It becomes even harder when your Philippines( or is it Filipino) lecturer is describing subsidy fraud to the whole class and Nigeria is the example- And when you finally listen to an educated economist break down all the variables and how the Nigerian market's own is- Then you know it is time to apply for " American Visa lottery"

It is hard when I'm having conversations with Q and Mo and shale gas comes up and they are so excited about the prospects of America becoming energy independent and since America and China are 70% of the worlds demand of oil- economies like Nigeria would crash.

And when they look at me- I just say " Oh we'll export agriculture" even though I do not believe it.

I honestly have no idea why this research is making me so sad- I am writing a report on the Subsidy scenario in Nigeria AND to be honest- what I am seeing is making me so embarrassed.

Like literally- I just want to be Ghanaian or something.

And nobody wants to be Ghanaian. Even the Ghanaian do not want to be Ghanaian.

That is how embarrassed I am.

What someone really means when they text you

Because meeting people sucks and drains all my energy, this video is amusing.

Honestly we need to be careful what we wish for.

Last night there was a noisy wretched Nigerian party opposite my house just blasting Alingo and the likes away when I tweeted about how much I wanted to call the cops to shut it down

30 Minutes later the cops came to shut it down ( whoever called, thanks for allowing the universe to use you to make me happy)

5 Minutes later after putting up my quickie post- This random " Nigerian" boy in class messages me to tell me he is outside my house

( I swear guys after this incident- I am going OFF  Nigerian guys totally and I would gist you people about this particular one)

Anyway I tell him its past 2am in the morning what are you doing outside my house.

He must have had 2 much to drink because he was chatting some major shit about me being lucky he didn't know my flat or he would have come to disturb me.

At past 2am in the morning.

Yes Dear Universe, I did want a Quickie But from someone else. Urgh

I am taking rust geek's advise and sneaking across the pond- Can't be allowing the devil have access to by thoughts because of random bouts of sexual frustration.  You know?

Anyways I'm unsure about the new layout. But I can not be bothered to deal with it- Hopefully I'll get used to it.

Meanwhileeee "KEEEEEK". I have just one question- " Why does everyone have an accent on keek?"