Hey y'all, whats happening? First of all i have to apologise for not writing Last week's blog. I was neck-deep in an assignment and couldn't even think of dropping it. I mean, i couldnt understand the topic i was to write about but as God would have it, i found another topic that was easy to understand and i did the assignment in four days. So what has been happening to you guys? hope you have been having fun and not being as boring as i am. Oh well Thank God.
For the past two weeks, i have been very depressed (YES I DO GET DEPRESSED NOW AND THEN), a lot has been happening in my life and i cant understand why they are happening. I mean so many expectations, dreams, wishes etc. that have not materialised and it makes me want to quit (you know, why try at all). However, i have been speaking to my Father about it and He has asked me to cast everything on Him. So my prayer is that he will turn things around real soon.
So i got my first report and it was not good. It was a group work and we had to do a presentation. I did input some ideas but had to back off when all my suggestions were hitting brick walls. Eventually we settled on doing something (i tried to make my part very interesting and catchy) which i thought was not exploring our full potential. Needless to say, the results are out and my group scored a 58%. What am i supposed to do with a 58%? This means i will have to work extra hard to get a very good grade in the exam to make up for this crappy mark. To make matters worse, other groups had 75%, 65% etc. I know what i want out of this and crappy marks like this just creeps me out. Anyway, i was kind of happy when i discovered that some people had 55%, 45% etc but still, i wanted at least a 70%...Oh well. I still maintain "I HATE TEAMWORK,GROUPWORK WHATEVER"!
I went for an eye test (i have an excellent vision by the way) and contacts fitting. It went on for hours and i was beginning to think i should have brought my bed and food so i could camp there. In the end, i got to try the different colours but it was so difficult getting the contacts in that i had to limit myself to trying the hazel and honey colours. I eventually picked the honey colour and went through another bout of putting them in and taking them out (they said i had to learn before they gave them to me). When i eventually had them in a second time, i refused to take them out till i was time for bed. These all happened on friday and i havent worn the contacts since then until today ( took ten mins to put them in). After putting them in, my left eye felt foggy (i think i had it in the wrong side up) but i couldnt be bothered to take them out and try again (who get that kind time). However, i look really good (have taken pics and will send soon) and y'all will be impressed (Olumide, i can see you smilling). The contacts lasts for only a month and i know that i wont be getting a replacement (too much hard work involved).
Despite my depression, this weekend was great. We had evangelism where we went visiting church members and on sunday (which was thanksgiving) we had a blast. I was leading praise and there was a lot of off key singing because there was little communication between me and the keyboardist but it was fun though and i thank God that so many people were blessed immeasurably.
After much deliberation between my chubby and skinny self, we have decided that we want to be slim and keep it that way for a long time (at least after having children). I got myself some sport outfits, will be getting a scale soon and i should start sfter i give in my assignment this Friday. I will keep you guys up to date with my progress (bad or good) and hopefully we shd be successful in the end (wish me luck).
Ok, i gotta go. I have an assignment that is due this friday and i havent started yet. I'm not panicking because i think i know what to do (i think?). Oh well, it will be well. Take care of yourself and always endeavour to keep in touch as you might just save me from committing suicide (just kidding!) but try to send me a one liner once in a while (Ify, Awele, Tonye, Chike, Temmy, Tessy, Sunday and Olumide thank you for all your emails, i really appreciate).
I love you all.
Ciao!
Tuesday, 4 December 2007
UNDER PRESSURE
Hey peeps! longest time. How have you all been? I hope all is well with y'all. Everything is fine here but sometimes i do get depressed but i know God will make things better if i keep trusting him.
Pressure! Pressure!! pressure!!! A lot of us have felt pressure in different circumstances. Those of you working in IPML will understand what pressure is (constantly having to proof yourself and your worth) and you wonder when it will end. The thing is that, it will never end and the best thing to do is not to have allowed yourself get in that situation in the first place. In this life, you have to try not to put yourself under any kind of pressure, do what you have to do and if no one notices your efforts God does and trust me, the ultimate reward is better than a short term thing.
I have been under a lot of pressure lately; pressure to get all my assignments done quickly (this is my fault kinda, i piled everything until now but i'm not worried), pressure to stay beautiful (as most of you know, i never marry yet so there is pressure to stay fit and beautiful until some dude sweeps me off my feet...i hope soon cos the pressure is too much oh...lol), pressure to look good (it is quite tasking having to wear heels out all the time cos u never know whom you might meet. I am constantly putting a lot of effort in my dressing which means i'm spending 'ego' like crazy but sensibly...lol). Like i said, all these pressures would have been avoided if i didnt start in the first place. The other day, i was coming back from church and met this chick who was in Law School with me (Mobola, the 'oh my God girl during NYSC'). The girl was a babe in school and has kept the trend here in Jand. She was looking really good...i mean her hair was great, she had skinny jeans and white boots on, contacts in her eyes and some fake accent to match. The first thing i did was thank God that i was looking smashing as well (apart from my hair though...i still have the braids i did in naija). I know i sound crazy but the moment i left her, i entered the nearest optician and now i have an appointment for contact lens fitting (PRESSURE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!).
So i got to know my housemate well, she is a nice person (even though she thinks i'm not because i make fun of people and dont associate that much) but she talks too much. When she talks like that, i switch into 'la la' mode... you know, you start singing tunes in your head but you keep smilling and laughing to show interest (i do that to my sister most times). She is intelligent as well...infact, everyone i've been in contact with are very intelligent people and i want to beleive that i am as well. Well she is really nice and i'm glad she is my housemate. Oh she bought her own Laptop so i'm enjoying my privacy again...lol!
So Glasgow has been very cold... sorry, let me re-phrase that. Glasgow has been extremely freezingly cold as the freezer in hamattan. I am constantly going out with my gloves, scarf around the neck etc. I only go out when it is very necessary if not, i stay home and enjoy the warmt of my beautiful bedroom. The time was shifted backwards so we are and hour behind nigeria. This to me is illogical because it gets dark by 4pm...like now, it is just after 5pm but it is as dark as 8pm. Well, i guess i'm not a geologist or weather scientist so i wouldnt know why they have pushed the time back instead of forward.
So Bigbrother ended last week with Richard winning. I was so gutted because i wanted the Nigerian housemate (Ofunneka) to win. She was very nice and tolerated alot in the house. Oh well, i guess now that Richard has won $100,000, his wife will forgive him of all his cheating with Tatiana and i also hope Tatiana's boyfriend will be like Code's girlfriend and forgive her of all her atrocities in the house.
I gotta go now, i have a presentation tomorrow and i also have to start reading up on what i'm going to write in my assignment. Take care y'all and i wish you all the best. Have a nice week ahead... luv you all.
Ciao!
Pressure! Pressure!! pressure!!! A lot of us have felt pressure in different circumstances. Those of you working in IPML will understand what pressure is (constantly having to proof yourself and your worth) and you wonder when it will end. The thing is that, it will never end and the best thing to do is not to have allowed yourself get in that situation in the first place. In this life, you have to try not to put yourself under any kind of pressure, do what you have to do and if no one notices your efforts God does and trust me, the ultimate reward is better than a short term thing.
I have been under a lot of pressure lately; pressure to get all my assignments done quickly (this is my fault kinda, i piled everything until now but i'm not worried), pressure to stay beautiful (as most of you know, i never marry yet so there is pressure to stay fit and beautiful until some dude sweeps me off my feet...i hope soon cos the pressure is too much oh...lol), pressure to look good (it is quite tasking having to wear heels out all the time cos u never know whom you might meet. I am constantly putting a lot of effort in my dressing which means i'm spending 'ego' like crazy but sensibly...lol). Like i said, all these pressures would have been avoided if i didnt start in the first place. The other day, i was coming back from church and met this chick who was in Law School with me (Mobola, the 'oh my God girl during NYSC'). The girl was a babe in school and has kept the trend here in Jand. She was looking really good...i mean her hair was great, she had skinny jeans and white boots on, contacts in her eyes and some fake accent to match. The first thing i did was thank God that i was looking smashing as well (apart from my hair though...i still have the braids i did in naija). I know i sound crazy but the moment i left her, i entered the nearest optician and now i have an appointment for contact lens fitting (PRESSURE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!).
So i got to know my housemate well, she is a nice person (even though she thinks i'm not because i make fun of people and dont associate that much) but she talks too much. When she talks like that, i switch into 'la la' mode... you know, you start singing tunes in your head but you keep smilling and laughing to show interest (i do that to my sister most times). She is intelligent as well...infact, everyone i've been in contact with are very intelligent people and i want to beleive that i am as well. Well she is really nice and i'm glad she is my housemate. Oh she bought her own Laptop so i'm enjoying my privacy again...lol!
So Glasgow has been very cold... sorry, let me re-phrase that. Glasgow has been extremely freezingly cold as the freezer in hamattan. I am constantly going out with my gloves, scarf around the neck etc. I only go out when it is very necessary if not, i stay home and enjoy the warmt of my beautiful bedroom. The time was shifted backwards so we are and hour behind nigeria. This to me is illogical because it gets dark by 4pm...like now, it is just after 5pm but it is as dark as 8pm. Well, i guess i'm not a geologist or weather scientist so i wouldnt know why they have pushed the time back instead of forward.
So Bigbrother ended last week with Richard winning. I was so gutted because i wanted the Nigerian housemate (Ofunneka) to win. She was very nice and tolerated alot in the house. Oh well, i guess now that Richard has won $100,000, his wife will forgive him of all his cheating with Tatiana and i also hope Tatiana's boyfriend will be like Code's girlfriend and forgive her of all her atrocities in the house.
I gotta go now, i have a presentation tomorrow and i also have to start reading up on what i'm going to write in my assignment. Take care y'all and i wish you all the best. Have a nice week ahead... luv you all.
Ciao!
Tuesday, 6 November 2007
THANKSGIVING
Be thankful that you don't already have everything you desire, If you did, what would there be to look forward to?
Be thankful when you don't know something for it gives you the opportunity to learn.
Be thankful for the difficult times. During those times you grow.
Be thankful for your limitations because they give you opportunities for improvement.
Be thankful for each new challenge because it will build your strength and character.
Be thankful for your mistakes they will teach you valuable lessons.
Be thankful when you're tired and weary because it means you've made a difference. It is easy to be thankful for the good things.
A life of rich fulfillment comes to those who are also thankful for the set backs.
GRATITUDE can turn a negative into a positive. Find a way to be thankful for your troubles and they can become your blessings.
Hi y'all whats happening hope all is well. Sunday was thanksgiving sunday (i led praise and worship) and i had a lot to thank God for the past one year which is about to end next month. In my life, i have always beleived that God makes things beautiful in his own time for me and i have learnt to always thank him for every setbacks in my life as i know it is a way of him putting me back on track.
Sometime in 2005 after Law school, i was actively seeking for a job and just when i was about giving up and moving back to the UK, i got a job at IPML. It was like a dream come true...my first fulltime job (i am now an adult). I was very happy about developments, i mean i had a job, a roof over my head (used to live alone) and a car (even though it was not my dream car...but whatever) all that remained was a husband and the equation is balanced. This, to my parents and some people is the perfect life... but is it? Nigeria has a way of making women feel like the ultimate achievement is "marriage". This is a silent pressure put on us women and it makes us go "gaga" like we should have found a husband and married like yesterday (i mean, gone are the days when men used to look for wives, the onus is now on the woman to find a husband). I must admit that while i was in the UK, i never for once thought about marriage. When friends called to tell me they were getting married, i just wished them well and said "better you than me". My thinking was that i had to acheive all the acheivables before venturing into marriage so no man will give me "rubbish" (stupid thinking? i know). Upon returning to nigeria, the reverse was the case. I mean when a friend called to say she was getting married, i became depressed the whole day and days to the friend's wedding. However, i thank God for everything in my life and know that in his own time, he'll make things beautiful. So i am thankful that i am not yet married.
Work started at IPML. Had fun and all but things were not working out the way i wanted it to (some of you know my story) and then dad asked me to come leave the country (this was in 2006 sept) but i felt God wanted me to learn a few things before leaving, like not running away from your problems but confronting it head on and learning what i can from it. Most of you saw me smile 24/7 and thought "things must really be going smoothly for Eke" but i had already learnt to trust God that things would always turn out well in the end and armed with that trust, i was able to keep a smily face, make fun and get on with my work. After a year and some months, i knew it was time to move on so prayerfully i opted to go back to school instead of getting another job and here i am. Why am i thankful for working at IPML? If i had left the country in 2005, i would have gone to do my LLM which i would not have used seeing i'll probably be working in the a bank doing something else other than the legal aspect. But working in IPML gave me an insight into the various courses i could do to develop myself and i'm glad i picked one that i'm enjoying so much (apart from the assignment bits). So i'm thankful that i worked at IPML.
Next, i am thankful to God for all the beuatiful people i met while at IPML. Most of you will not know it but at one time or the other, you have inspired me. Forget that i picked on you at one time or the other but beleive me, if i have ever picked on you, then it means that i actually like and see you as my friend (trust me, i only joke with friends and noone else). So i am thankful to God for each and everyone of you (dont want to mention names so i dont leave some people out) and i pray that God will bless you all for touching my life at a point in time. I am also thankful for the people i met outside IPML. Tundun dear, you are officially my sister and i'm so glad i met you. Five years on and we are still friends...Thank you so much. You may not know this but you have touched my life with your lovely attitude and i will forever love you. Nkem, thank you for being my friend...though sometimes you say hurtful things to me so as to deter me from being your friend but i will look beyond that because i see a great friend in you. Thank you so much. Rita, so many times we do not agree but i will be willing to work past that because i do not want to risk what we have. I love you babes.
Ok people, i gotta go but before i go, i will like to thank God for one more person which i will call TDH for now. I pray that God will continue to bless this talented musician. I love you all and will always do.
Ciao!
Be thankful when you don't know something for it gives you the opportunity to learn.
Be thankful for the difficult times. During those times you grow.
Be thankful for your limitations because they give you opportunities for improvement.
Be thankful for each new challenge because it will build your strength and character.
Be thankful for your mistakes they will teach you valuable lessons.
Be thankful when you're tired and weary because it means you've made a difference. It is easy to be thankful for the good things.
A life of rich fulfillment comes to those who are also thankful for the set backs.
GRATITUDE can turn a negative into a positive. Find a way to be thankful for your troubles and they can become your blessings.
Hi y'all whats happening hope all is well. Sunday was thanksgiving sunday (i led praise and worship) and i had a lot to thank God for the past one year which is about to end next month. In my life, i have always beleived that God makes things beautiful in his own time for me and i have learnt to always thank him for every setbacks in my life as i know it is a way of him putting me back on track.
Sometime in 2005 after Law school, i was actively seeking for a job and just when i was about giving up and moving back to the UK, i got a job at IPML. It was like a dream come true...my first fulltime job (i am now an adult). I was very happy about developments, i mean i had a job, a roof over my head (used to live alone) and a car (even though it was not my dream car...but whatever) all that remained was a husband and the equation is balanced. This, to my parents and some people is the perfect life... but is it? Nigeria has a way of making women feel like the ultimate achievement is "marriage". This is a silent pressure put on us women and it makes us go "gaga" like we should have found a husband and married like yesterday (i mean, gone are the days when men used to look for wives, the onus is now on the woman to find a husband). I must admit that while i was in the UK, i never for once thought about marriage. When friends called to tell me they were getting married, i just wished them well and said "better you than me". My thinking was that i had to acheive all the acheivables before venturing into marriage so no man will give me "rubbish" (stupid thinking? i know). Upon returning to nigeria, the reverse was the case. I mean when a friend called to say she was getting married, i became depressed the whole day and days to the friend's wedding. However, i thank God for everything in my life and know that in his own time, he'll make things beautiful. So i am thankful that i am not yet married.
Work started at IPML. Had fun and all but things were not working out the way i wanted it to (some of you know my story) and then dad asked me to come leave the country (this was in 2006 sept) but i felt God wanted me to learn a few things before leaving, like not running away from your problems but confronting it head on and learning what i can from it. Most of you saw me smile 24/7 and thought "things must really be going smoothly for Eke" but i had already learnt to trust God that things would always turn out well in the end and armed with that trust, i was able to keep a smily face, make fun and get on with my work. After a year and some months, i knew it was time to move on so prayerfully i opted to go back to school instead of getting another job and here i am. Why am i thankful for working at IPML? If i had left the country in 2005, i would have gone to do my LLM which i would not have used seeing i'll probably be working in the a bank doing something else other than the legal aspect. But working in IPML gave me an insight into the various courses i could do to develop myself and i'm glad i picked one that i'm enjoying so much (apart from the assignment bits). So i'm thankful that i worked at IPML.
Next, i am thankful to God for all the beuatiful people i met while at IPML. Most of you will not know it but at one time or the other, you have inspired me. Forget that i picked on you at one time or the other but beleive me, if i have ever picked on you, then it means that i actually like and see you as my friend (trust me, i only joke with friends and noone else). So i am thankful to God for each and everyone of you (dont want to mention names so i dont leave some people out) and i pray that God will bless you all for touching my life at a point in time. I am also thankful for the people i met outside IPML. Tundun dear, you are officially my sister and i'm so glad i met you. Five years on and we are still friends...Thank you so much. You may not know this but you have touched my life with your lovely attitude and i will forever love you. Nkem, thank you for being my friend...though sometimes you say hurtful things to me so as to deter me from being your friend but i will look beyond that because i see a great friend in you. Thank you so much. Rita, so many times we do not agree but i will be willing to work past that because i do not want to risk what we have. I love you babes.
Ok people, i gotta go but before i go, i will like to thank God for one more person which i will call TDH for now. I pray that God will continue to bless this talented musician. I love you all and will always do.
Ciao!
Wednesday, 31 October 2007
ALCOHOL
Hey people, how are you guys doing? sorry for the delay in this week's blog. But i'm glad i delayed it otherwise i wouldn't have thought about writing on this topic.
Proverbs 31:4 "It is not for kings, O Lemuel, it is not for kings to drink wine; nor for princes strong drink"
The scripture in Proverbs 20:1 warns us what wine and strong drink can do to a man. Men can end up raging and brawling and doing things in a drunken stupor that are very unwise and that they will also regret. Some of are wondering why Eke is talking about drinking this week? I felt it was something to write about after witnessing (directly/non-directly) what alcohol can do.I will just give you a couple of scenarios to butress my point so enjoy!
The bible says that Noah began to be an husbandman, and he planted a vineyard: And he drank of the wine, and was drunken; and he was uncovered within his tent. Noah could not have become drunk by drinking grape juice, so we must assume he drank an alcoholic beverage made from the grapes of his vineyard (culled from an article by Bellview Baptist Church "What the bible says about drinking").
"You have not eaten all day, let's go to Mama Ify and eat Nkwobi" my friend Rita says. This was in 2005 and i have just been made to feel neglected by my man at the time... i mean, why wont he spend time with me instead of those "skinny girls". This was enough to put me off food... i mean, if i had to compete with those girls, i had to step up my game and be as skinny as they were init? (Thank God for opening my eyes). Rita has been a good friend and wanted me to eat something so she suggested we went to Mama Ify (a joint) to eat Nkwobi ( cow hoof salad) and drink something (which was usually Fanta for me...seeing i am not much of a drinker). On getting there, we discovered that Nkwobi was sold out and so we decided to drink instead. Bearing in mind that i have not eaten all day, i dicided to "live a little" and drank Gordon Sparks. The first bottle went down well with no hitch but after the second bottle, i was on the case of every man on this face of the earth (Rita can testify to this). A friend who came with us could not beleive i was the same calm and nice girl he sees in class...well, i didnt care and kept going on and on. After being dropped off, i went straight to my neigbour's house, sat on his doorstep and slept off (this was about 10pm!). I woke up about an hour later and went into my house. The first thing that came to my mind the next day was "what if i was raped while sleeping out there"? i also thought about all the rubbish i said in front of that guy and was hoping he would not dent my image by telling someone else or people (Of course i was armed with a story to deny all the allegations).
I told y'all last week that my sister was travelling to the US on sunday. Her flight was supposed to leave at 9:20 am and she called me at 9:30 to say she was on board and they were ready to leave. I bidded her a safe journey and asked her to call me when she gets there. So you can imagine my surprise when i leave church about some minutes past 1pm and see a missed call from her. I called back immediately (fingers shaking...relieved to hear her voice) and asked whats up? She told me they were about taking off when the Pilot turned back and announced that one of the flight crew was not feeling fine and so they have to replace him (one of the pilots was replaced). The first thing that came to mind "the pilot was drunk" (remember my mom telling me about a pilot that was caught drunk moments before he was to fly a plane). Anyway, we prayed and she was on her way. Guess what, later that night, we heard on radio that the pilot was drunk and was arrested...what! I dont even want to think about what would have happened if the pilot and co-pilot were unable to fly the plane and he had to take over (he was the third pilot u see). Thank God that my sister got to miami safely.
How many of you watched Bigbrother on Saturday? I didnt but i heard a lot happened. It was so bad that the video clips were not put online and Mnet issued a statement to that effect. To summarise the whole thing. Bigbrother gave the remaining four housemates a task which involved drinking alcohol (Fishing). Well they all got into the game and the next thing they started throwing up and things got a little heated when three people decided to have a "threesome" (i wont tell you the meaning, so find out yourself... just know there were two girls and a boy). It was so bad that Bigbrother had to send in the paramedics and Richard the only guy and married man in the house was locked up in the diary room...it was crazy. This dented the squeaky clean image of our Nigerian housemate and i kinda doubt she will be able to win the dollars now...but i'm still rooting for her sha. Maureen the Ugandan housemate was the last housemate (before the finals) to leave the house and i'm glad to see that our nigerian housemate is in the Final 3 and eligible to win the dollars. Despite the little snag on saturday, i still think she deserves the money of the three housemates remaining (i hope she wins).
Well people, you have seen and read the different scenarios of what alcohol can do to you. I will not tell you to stop drinking but it will be in your best interest if you are the type who cant handle their liquor! Enough said. I gotta go now but before i do, i want to thank Tayo Akinsanmi for my bible. I love it so much and it is teaching me how to be a leader...cheers! Y'all should have a glorious week, i love you all.
Ciao!
Proverbs 31:4 "It is not for kings, O Lemuel, it is not for kings to drink wine; nor for princes strong drink"
The scripture in Proverbs 20:1 warns us what wine and strong drink can do to a man. Men can end up raging and brawling and doing things in a drunken stupor that are very unwise and that they will also regret. Some of are wondering why Eke is talking about drinking this week? I felt it was something to write about after witnessing (directly/non-directly) what alcohol can do.I will just give you a couple of scenarios to butress my point so enjoy!
The bible says that Noah began to be an husbandman, and he planted a vineyard: And he drank of the wine, and was drunken; and he was uncovered within his tent. Noah could not have become drunk by drinking grape juice, so we must assume he drank an alcoholic beverage made from the grapes of his vineyard (culled from an article by Bellview Baptist Church "What the bible says about drinking").
"You have not eaten all day, let's go to Mama Ify and eat Nkwobi" my friend Rita says. This was in 2005 and i have just been made to feel neglected by my man at the time... i mean, why wont he spend time with me instead of those "skinny girls". This was enough to put me off food... i mean, if i had to compete with those girls, i had to step up my game and be as skinny as they were init? (Thank God for opening my eyes). Rita has been a good friend and wanted me to eat something so she suggested we went to Mama Ify (a joint) to eat Nkwobi ( cow hoof salad) and drink something (which was usually Fanta for me...seeing i am not much of a drinker). On getting there, we discovered that Nkwobi was sold out and so we decided to drink instead. Bearing in mind that i have not eaten all day, i dicided to "live a little" and drank Gordon Sparks. The first bottle went down well with no hitch but after the second bottle, i was on the case of every man on this face of the earth (Rita can testify to this). A friend who came with us could not beleive i was the same calm and nice girl he sees in class...well, i didnt care and kept going on and on. After being dropped off, i went straight to my neigbour's house, sat on his doorstep and slept off (this was about 10pm!). I woke up about an hour later and went into my house. The first thing that came to my mind the next day was "what if i was raped while sleeping out there"? i also thought about all the rubbish i said in front of that guy and was hoping he would not dent my image by telling someone else or people (Of course i was armed with a story to deny all the allegations).
I told y'all last week that my sister was travelling to the US on sunday. Her flight was supposed to leave at 9:20 am and she called me at 9:30 to say she was on board and they were ready to leave. I bidded her a safe journey and asked her to call me when she gets there. So you can imagine my surprise when i leave church about some minutes past 1pm and see a missed call from her. I called back immediately (fingers shaking...relieved to hear her voice) and asked whats up? She told me they were about taking off when the Pilot turned back and announced that one of the flight crew was not feeling fine and so they have to replace him (one of the pilots was replaced). The first thing that came to mind "the pilot was drunk" (remember my mom telling me about a pilot that was caught drunk moments before he was to fly a plane). Anyway, we prayed and she was on her way. Guess what, later that night, we heard on radio that the pilot was drunk and was arrested...what! I dont even want to think about what would have happened if the pilot and co-pilot were unable to fly the plane and he had to take over (he was the third pilot u see). Thank God that my sister got to miami safely.
How many of you watched Bigbrother on Saturday? I didnt but i heard a lot happened. It was so bad that the video clips were not put online and Mnet issued a statement to that effect. To summarise the whole thing. Bigbrother gave the remaining four housemates a task which involved drinking alcohol (Fishing). Well they all got into the game and the next thing they started throwing up and things got a little heated when three people decided to have a "threesome" (i wont tell you the meaning, so find out yourself... just know there were two girls and a boy). It was so bad that Bigbrother had to send in the paramedics and Richard the only guy and married man in the house was locked up in the diary room...it was crazy. This dented the squeaky clean image of our Nigerian housemate and i kinda doubt she will be able to win the dollars now...but i'm still rooting for her sha. Maureen the Ugandan housemate was the last housemate (before the finals) to leave the house and i'm glad to see that our nigerian housemate is in the Final 3 and eligible to win the dollars. Despite the little snag on saturday, i still think she deserves the money of the three housemates remaining (i hope she wins).
Well people, you have seen and read the different scenarios of what alcohol can do to you. I will not tell you to stop drinking but it will be in your best interest if you are the type who cant handle their liquor! Enough said. I gotta go now but before i do, i want to thank Tayo Akinsanmi for my bible. I love it so much and it is teaching me how to be a leader...cheers! Y'all should have a glorious week, i love you all.
Ciao!
Monday, 22 October 2007
CHANGE IS DYNAMIC?
Hiya folks! whats been happening? hope y'all are having fun and being at peace with each other? Anyway, it is well, so say Amen. So my week was okay, not very interesting ( I'm begining to think i had more fun in Nigeria) which makes me a certified boring person (CBP). I mean i'd rather sit at home and watch re-runs of programmes i've seen ten times already, than go out there and 'have fun'. I'm working on this sha, a friend of mine is coming to Glasgow next weekend so we'll see how things work out.
So i was at my friend's this weekend, we had a ball and went out shopping and i got this lovely boots(I've now become a boot's freak...kinda collecting them). We took some pics and i must say, i was looking good as i always do and most especially since i had no jacket on to cover 'my assets' ( i was still paranoid about not having any but i had a shawl to tie around the waist occassionally). I promised to cook for my friend and she made sure i did just that ( she was going to send a mail to all u guys if i didnt...so u might say 'email blackmail'). The pasta bake was lovely and this has further proved my point that my husband will be a very lucky man ( is it easy to be 'calabar'). So the weekend ended on a sad note, my friend and i had a fight. We are ignoring ourselves a little for now but i know we'll sort ourselves out...we always do.
Daddy's coming to the UK this weekend. Though i wont see him (cos the cost of the trip to London is outrageous) but i cant wait for his arrival (I do miss him and i'm broke as well). My sis is also traveling to the US this weekend so i feel another pair of shoes screaming to be rescued from the shops ( u know me and shoes...i love them...can never have enough).
So today is my friend's Ify's birthday. I have sent a text to her and she has replied. Ify is a very nice person and beautiful as well. Most of you who do not know this, Ify is Nkechi's sister and if u think Nkechi is nice, then you'll understand why i love my darling Ify. I wish her well in everything she does and i know she will go places and we'll definately meet at the top.
Lectures have been going fine and i must confess, i am kinda behind in catching up. There is so much information to take in and it's so overwhelming. I was very good at understanding the whole law thingy but this HRM? different case. Sometimes i wonder if i made the right decision but i know i did and i'll work toward that. Anyway, i am putting all my effort into it because the course is not hard at all. I think it is the scottish accent or the fact that i have been out of school for too long. The Lord will help me, Amen.
So Code aka Mr Horny was booted out of the bigbrother house last night. The fool has a pregnant girlfriend and yet he was playing tongsy with Maureen in the house ( poor girl was devastated when he left). He has been trying to get the chick into bed but i'm really glad that she was not wavered by all his stupid excuses for them to have sex like 'i love you', he believes Maureen is emotionally blackmailing him and that he is taking a risk by getting involved with Maureen because he has a relationship outside the House and doesnt know what he'll face out there...what a guy! He is lucky his girlfriend even took him back after all that rubbish (i wont even let my man in the house in the first place). Well good riddance to bad rubbish! Now i'm ready for Africa to send Maureen home. She hasn't done anything wrong (apart from talking too much) but in the interest of keeping Ofunneka till the end.
Ok guys, i don try. I gotta go. Have to do a bit of studying before the next class at 1400hrs. Take care y'all.
Ciao!
So i was at my friend's this weekend, we had a ball and went out shopping and i got this lovely boots(I've now become a boot's freak...kinda collecting them). We took some pics and i must say, i was looking good as i always do and most especially since i had no jacket on to cover 'my assets' ( i was still paranoid about not having any but i had a shawl to tie around the waist occassionally). I promised to cook for my friend and she made sure i did just that ( she was going to send a mail to all u guys if i didnt...so u might say 'email blackmail'). The pasta bake was lovely and this has further proved my point that my husband will be a very lucky man ( is it easy to be 'calabar'). So the weekend ended on a sad note, my friend and i had a fight. We are ignoring ourselves a little for now but i know we'll sort ourselves out...we always do.
Daddy's coming to the UK this weekend. Though i wont see him (cos the cost of the trip to London is outrageous) but i cant wait for his arrival (I do miss him and i'm broke as well). My sis is also traveling to the US this weekend so i feel another pair of shoes screaming to be rescued from the shops ( u know me and shoes...i love them...can never have enough).
So today is my friend's Ify's birthday. I have sent a text to her and she has replied. Ify is a very nice person and beautiful as well. Most of you who do not know this, Ify is Nkechi's sister and if u think Nkechi is nice, then you'll understand why i love my darling Ify. I wish her well in everything she does and i know she will go places and we'll definately meet at the top.
Lectures have been going fine and i must confess, i am kinda behind in catching up. There is so much information to take in and it's so overwhelming. I was very good at understanding the whole law thingy but this HRM? different case. Sometimes i wonder if i made the right decision but i know i did and i'll work toward that. Anyway, i am putting all my effort into it because the course is not hard at all. I think it is the scottish accent or the fact that i have been out of school for too long. The Lord will help me, Amen.
So Code aka Mr Horny was booted out of the bigbrother house last night. The fool has a pregnant girlfriend and yet he was playing tongsy with Maureen in the house ( poor girl was devastated when he left). He has been trying to get the chick into bed but i'm really glad that she was not wavered by all his stupid excuses for them to have sex like 'i love you', he believes Maureen is emotionally blackmailing him and that he is taking a risk by getting involved with Maureen because he has a relationship outside the House and doesnt know what he'll face out there...what a guy! He is lucky his girlfriend even took him back after all that rubbish (i wont even let my man in the house in the first place). Well good riddance to bad rubbish! Now i'm ready for Africa to send Maureen home. She hasn't done anything wrong (apart from talking too much) but in the interest of keeping Ofunneka till the end.
Ok guys, i don try. I gotta go. Have to do a bit of studying before the next class at 1400hrs. Take care y'all.
Ciao!
Tuesday, 16 October 2007
PRIVACY PLEASE...!
Hey y'all, how have you been? sorry about the delay in sending this week's blog. You see, school has started in full force and i am really trying to concentrate and get all my assignments done in good time. I'll try and send the blogs every week as promised but it could be a little late (pele, ndo...)
So this week was same old same old, been eating a lot of olives and when i say a lot, i mean like two big jars in a week (not the kind of jars in nigeria...two of that as one...meaning i had four jars)Well, i guess my hair and skin is on the way to being beautiful and i cant wait for my body to become toned from all these my waka around school and i'm Halle again...lol
Speaking of body, we all need privacy sometimes because we do not want every Tom, Dick and Harry looking at us. Not because we are ashamed of our bodies, but because there are times u just want to let go and be at one with nature without any intrusion. The other day, my housemate wanted to check her mail on my laptop (she does that all the time) and i said yes (u know me, i cant say no). She checks her mails (reading every forwards and most of the junk mails) and goes on to read all the news available. I just finished taking my bath and i want to cream myself as well as dress up but the chick still stays. I mean y'all feel me when i say that after u take ur bath, u want to throw the towel aside and cream urself in all ur glory and not shifting the towel to one side and the other just to cream ur arm or ur back. I didnt find this funny and what kept running thru my mind while struggling to dress up with the towel tied around my body was "i wish i had any other housemate apart from a nigerian". People, dont get me wrong, i left the boarding house long ago and the only persons entitled to see me naked are close friends and family members and not strangers! I guess as time goes on, she will learn or even get her own pc because i will feel very embarrassed telling her to leave the room because i want to dress up.
So i had statistics on monday and i did very well with all the datas, formulars, plotting of histograms etc... i told u i was going to do well but the bad thing about having a good looking lecturer is that u spend most of the time staring at him and not listening. Thank God that i was able to concentrate (even though my mind wandered a few times). I am also starting on some of my courseworks, dont want to leave it for so long and then i'll start rushing. I pray i'll have excellent grades because i am known for not having grades above 60 percent in courseworks. Anyway, i've spoken to my Father about it and he said he has turned things around. So i know i'm fine.
Seun Ishie arrived Aberdeen during the weekend, havent seen her yet but she called (missed her call and she missed mine as well). Will get in touch with her and know how she is doing. Speaking of weekend, church was really cool. We had a guest speaker and he was so anointed (Thank God i didnt miss church). I know i walked off with enough anointing to last. This weekend, i'll be spending the weekend at my friend's place. I know we are going to have a ball and i cant wait to make my 'baked pasta' or 'baked potato' dish for her and her friend ( i don turn oyibo se?).
Kwaku aka black pimpernel (stupid name he gave himself) was the seventh housemate to leave the big brother house. He was the last of the "untouchables" who thought that they were the life of the house and there was no way they were going nowhere. Well, Africa proved to them that they were wrong and were most definately "touchable". I am just glad that the whole voting thing has been going my way. This week, Code the gossip and Richard the adulterer are up for eviction. In as much as i'm tired of watching Richard cheat on his wife with Tatiana (sickening) and would like to see him go, i really think that it is in the interest of Africa that Code should should leave as he has overstayed his welcome in the biggie house. My money is on Ofunneka to win and i'll see that it happens (i am connected...lol).
Ok, time now is 01:04hrs and it was my sister's birthday an hour ago. I called to wish her a happy birthday (like i always do) and now i'm sleepy want to go to bed. Y'all should take care and have a stress free week ahead.
Ciao!
So this week was same old same old, been eating a lot of olives and when i say a lot, i mean like two big jars in a week (not the kind of jars in nigeria...two of that as one...meaning i had four jars)Well, i guess my hair and skin is on the way to being beautiful and i cant wait for my body to become toned from all these my waka around school and i'm Halle again...lol
Speaking of body, we all need privacy sometimes because we do not want every Tom, Dick and Harry looking at us. Not because we are ashamed of our bodies, but because there are times u just want to let go and be at one with nature without any intrusion. The other day, my housemate wanted to check her mail on my laptop (she does that all the time) and i said yes (u know me, i cant say no). She checks her mails (reading every forwards and most of the junk mails) and goes on to read all the news available. I just finished taking my bath and i want to cream myself as well as dress up but the chick still stays. I mean y'all feel me when i say that after u take ur bath, u want to throw the towel aside and cream urself in all ur glory and not shifting the towel to one side and the other just to cream ur arm or ur back. I didnt find this funny and what kept running thru my mind while struggling to dress up with the towel tied around my body was "i wish i had any other housemate apart from a nigerian". People, dont get me wrong, i left the boarding house long ago and the only persons entitled to see me naked are close friends and family members and not strangers! I guess as time goes on, she will learn or even get her own pc because i will feel very embarrassed telling her to leave the room because i want to dress up.
So i had statistics on monday and i did very well with all the datas, formulars, plotting of histograms etc... i told u i was going to do well but the bad thing about having a good looking lecturer is that u spend most of the time staring at him and not listening. Thank God that i was able to concentrate (even though my mind wandered a few times). I am also starting on some of my courseworks, dont want to leave it for so long and then i'll start rushing. I pray i'll have excellent grades because i am known for not having grades above 60 percent in courseworks. Anyway, i've spoken to my Father about it and he said he has turned things around. So i know i'm fine.
Seun Ishie arrived Aberdeen during the weekend, havent seen her yet but she called (missed her call and she missed mine as well). Will get in touch with her and know how she is doing. Speaking of weekend, church was really cool. We had a guest speaker and he was so anointed (Thank God i didnt miss church). I know i walked off with enough anointing to last. This weekend, i'll be spending the weekend at my friend's place. I know we are going to have a ball and i cant wait to make my 'baked pasta' or 'baked potato' dish for her and her friend ( i don turn oyibo se?).
Kwaku aka black pimpernel (stupid name he gave himself) was the seventh housemate to leave the big brother house. He was the last of the "untouchables" who thought that they were the life of the house and there was no way they were going nowhere. Well, Africa proved to them that they were wrong and were most definately "touchable". I am just glad that the whole voting thing has been going my way. This week, Code the gossip and Richard the adulterer are up for eviction. In as much as i'm tired of watching Richard cheat on his wife with Tatiana (sickening) and would like to see him go, i really think that it is in the interest of Africa that Code should should leave as he has overstayed his welcome in the biggie house. My money is on Ofunneka to win and i'll see that it happens (i am connected...lol).
Ok, time now is 01:04hrs and it was my sister's birthday an hour ago. I called to wish her a happy birthday (like i always do) and now i'm sleepy want to go to bed. Y'all should take care and have a stress free week ahead.
Ciao!
I AM FALLING IN LOVE WITH A STRANGER
Hey peeps! whats happening? how is it going? i hope you all had a lovely weekend? My weekend was very long and i thot it would never end but i'm happy to be getting back into my normal routine of climbing around Glasgow.
So my flatmate moved in and she is NIGERIAN! dont get me wrong, i love my country and the peeps within but i didnt travel 10k miles from nigeria to be in nigeria. I have a mind of going to the accommodation office to give them a piece of my mind but i'm too matured for that. Anyway, the chick wastes electricity like mad. She turns on the heating in rooms we dont stay in. I love staying in my room and so i make it very comfortable for me...why would i want to stay in the kitchen? I think we r gonna have a talk about Electricity bills tonight. That out of the way, she is a nice person (not the sort of person i would hang out with) and she is a lawyer as well as a christain so i guess we will bond a little.
The week passed as quickly as it started and i was glad about that. Apart from a little tiff here and there, i pulled through. It turned out that my nigerian toaster is married! (shocked?) i was but i handled it well. How did i find out? i am a very smart person contrary to what some people think, i study people and can tell the kind of person someone is by just studying you...more than half the time, i'm always right (should have done psychology init?). Well, i just told the brother that i knew he was married and he fell for the bait! he started mumbling stuff like "we are divorced" etc. but later he came clean that they are still together and have a child! I was pissed, not because i have any sort of interest in him but because after 3 years of leaving this country... nigeria men here are still decieving women... very unfair. Well, that is a chapter of my life that is closed. The dude wants to be friends but i dont know how to be friends with someone like that (ladies, imagine that it is ur man chasing after some hot single girl... not pretty eh?). God will help us.
The more i am discovering glasgow, the more i'm falling in love with it. I cant beleive i never visited this place. It's much nicer than London or Swansea. It is not that quiet but something about it gives me the tingle. Well, i'll make the most of this place while i'm here. I led praise and worship on sunday. I was so nervous, i almost fainted but it was cool. had people come up to me to compliment my beautiful voice but i cant take the praises, it is all the Lord's doing! and i thank Him for that.
Big Brother has just been going the way i want. Bertha (aka Miss Smarty Pants) was out this week and she was so evasive on the questions she was asked... i must say, she is a good lawyer and that is cool. Now i cant wait for Kwaku to leave and let the real game begin. Ofunneka gets my vote and i know she is winning this.
Ok people, i gotta go. Professional skills is calling. Take care and enjoy the rest of the week.
Ciao!
So my flatmate moved in and she is NIGERIAN! dont get me wrong, i love my country and the peeps within but i didnt travel 10k miles from nigeria to be in nigeria. I have a mind of going to the accommodation office to give them a piece of my mind but i'm too matured for that. Anyway, the chick wastes electricity like mad. She turns on the heating in rooms we dont stay in. I love staying in my room and so i make it very comfortable for me...why would i want to stay in the kitchen? I think we r gonna have a talk about Electricity bills tonight. That out of the way, she is a nice person (not the sort of person i would hang out with) and she is a lawyer as well as a christain so i guess we will bond a little.
The week passed as quickly as it started and i was glad about that. Apart from a little tiff here and there, i pulled through. It turned out that my nigerian toaster is married! (shocked?) i was but i handled it well. How did i find out? i am a very smart person contrary to what some people think, i study people and can tell the kind of person someone is by just studying you...more than half the time, i'm always right (should have done psychology init?). Well, i just told the brother that i knew he was married and he fell for the bait! he started mumbling stuff like "we are divorced" etc. but later he came clean that they are still together and have a child! I was pissed, not because i have any sort of interest in him but because after 3 years of leaving this country... nigeria men here are still decieving women... very unfair. Well, that is a chapter of my life that is closed. The dude wants to be friends but i dont know how to be friends with someone like that (ladies, imagine that it is ur man chasing after some hot single girl... not pretty eh?). God will help us.
The more i am discovering glasgow, the more i'm falling in love with it. I cant beleive i never visited this place. It's much nicer than London or Swansea. It is not that quiet but something about it gives me the tingle. Well, i'll make the most of this place while i'm here. I led praise and worship on sunday. I was so nervous, i almost fainted but it was cool. had people come up to me to compliment my beautiful voice but i cant take the praises, it is all the Lord's doing! and i thank Him for that.
Big Brother has just been going the way i want. Bertha (aka Miss Smarty Pants) was out this week and she was so evasive on the questions she was asked... i must say, she is a good lawyer and that is cool. Now i cant wait for Kwaku to leave and let the real game begin. Ofunneka gets my vote and i know she is winning this.
Ok people, i gotta go. Professional skills is calling. Take care and enjoy the rest of the week.
Ciao!
Tuesday, 2 October 2007
OH THE LITTLE THINGS WE TAKE FOR GRANTED...
Hey hey hey! y'all thought i was done with boring you? no way, i take delight in doing that. First of all, Happy 47th Birthday to us all. I hope you all had a nice time resting and your are refreshed for today and the week ahead? I know i am... if i can catch my breath.
Surprisingly, Glasgow is warm and not cold at all or maybe it is because i walk everywhere and so my body heat goes thru the roof. I live in the heart of the city and my school is ten mins walk away. I was very happy when i realised i had to walk to school ( i mean i get to exercise twenty mins each day and also shop while at it...so many shops on the way) but what i didnt realise was that the school was up the hill ( just imagine climbing a mountain). The first day, i didnt know my way around, so after walking round (or would i say climbing around) the city centre for about 15 mins, i finally found where i thought i was going to, only to get there and i was told i had to climb back up to where i was coming from... my first reaction, was to find a nice spot on the ground, sit and cry... but it was cool, i handled it like a mature human being that i am... went back home to start again the next day. I finally got registered and decided to check out the library, u know check my mails and act serious... men, i did another set of hill climbing ( with my stilleto boots) and by the time i got there, i sweating like a christmas cow! i had to sit on one of those 'love seats' (the kind you find in love gardens all over naija unis... Tolani was a faithful visitor)to cool off. It was hilarous! pple around me were smoking to ease off the cold and here i was about taking off my clothes 'cos i was HOTT! Anyways, from there, i branched the next software shop on my way home and got me a laptop. I will only go to that library on saturdays when i dont care about sweating (exercise).
All these climbings and walking around, makes me miss nigeria... i mean i just have to drive to where i'm going to and if i dont have a car, i'll use Okada ( i think i have to suggest that to the british govt... a lot of pple will thank me for it). My class consists of 33 over serious pple and for some reason, the lecturers all come in various shapes and sizes but there is this cute lecturer from canada, (kinda reminds me of the cute Public Law lecturer i had in my first year... needles to say, that was the only course i passed with a grade above 50% in my first year) i kinda have a feeling that i will make a distinction in his class (Statistics!). The department organised lunch for us ( when u hear lunch, you think of rice, spaghetti, ofada stew etc.) which consisted of the different types of sandwiches you can imagine. I was like "what is this?" i miss nigeria. Speaking of Nigeria, I met this Nigerian guy from Delta State (Chike ur kporakpo) in my class and he is so smitten by me (who wouldn't be... no be wetin trip Roddick?) he took me out for lunch. He is cool but at the moment, i'm not searching so no more lunch as i feel guilty not returning anything for the lunch.
Met up with Ebele last week when i went to Aberdeen, we just took a stroll a long Union street doing nothing in particular. Maybe, we will organise a proper meeting with Bimpe and we will hang out in Aberdeen, glasgow or even take a trip to France... dont worry, we'll send pics (IPML Reunion 07).
More on Big brother, Lerato became the fifth housemate to leave the big brother house. Frankly, i wont miss her. I mean the girl was a B#$&%h! she felt she was so pretty and so it! (wow, i just described myself...but there is a difference, i am pretty and so it!). Oh well, the bed wetter is gone and i'm so ready to send Bertha out, then Kwaku, Code etc... i have a feeling that Ofunneka will win this.
Anyway, i gotta now, i'm trying to read up on what Statistics is all about so i do not dissapoint my cute canadian lecturer ( dont want him thinking i'm stupid). And oh before i go, i passed my first stage of interview with the Royal Bank of Scotland ( cool bank) and i cant wait for the second stage then the job is mine by God's Grace ( y'all should include me in ur prayers). Also, i'm leading Praise and Worship in church on sunday... how cool is this? i'm loving it!
Y'all have a great week ahead.
Surprisingly, Glasgow is warm and not cold at all or maybe it is because i walk everywhere and so my body heat goes thru the roof. I live in the heart of the city and my school is ten mins walk away. I was very happy when i realised i had to walk to school ( i mean i get to exercise twenty mins each day and also shop while at it...so many shops on the way) but what i didnt realise was that the school was up the hill ( just imagine climbing a mountain). The first day, i didnt know my way around, so after walking round (or would i say climbing around) the city centre for about 15 mins, i finally found where i thought i was going to, only to get there and i was told i had to climb back up to where i was coming from... my first reaction, was to find a nice spot on the ground, sit and cry... but it was cool, i handled it like a mature human being that i am... went back home to start again the next day. I finally got registered and decided to check out the library, u know check my mails and act serious... men, i did another set of hill climbing ( with my stilleto boots) and by the time i got there, i sweating like a christmas cow! i had to sit on one of those 'love seats' (the kind you find in love gardens all over naija unis... Tolani was a faithful visitor)to cool off. It was hilarous! pple around me were smoking to ease off the cold and here i was about taking off my clothes 'cos i was HOTT! Anyways, from there, i branched the next software shop on my way home and got me a laptop. I will only go to that library on saturdays when i dont care about sweating (exercise).
All these climbings and walking around, makes me miss nigeria... i mean i just have to drive to where i'm going to and if i dont have a car, i'll use Okada ( i think i have to suggest that to the british govt... a lot of pple will thank me for it). My class consists of 33 over serious pple and for some reason, the lecturers all come in various shapes and sizes but there is this cute lecturer from canada, (kinda reminds me of the cute Public Law lecturer i had in my first year... needles to say, that was the only course i passed with a grade above 50% in my first year) i kinda have a feeling that i will make a distinction in his class (Statistics!). The department organised lunch for us ( when u hear lunch, you think of rice, spaghetti, ofada stew etc.) which consisted of the different types of sandwiches you can imagine. I was like "what is this?" i miss nigeria. Speaking of Nigeria, I met this Nigerian guy from Delta State (Chike ur kporakpo) in my class and he is so smitten by me (who wouldn't be... no be wetin trip Roddick?) he took me out for lunch. He is cool but at the moment, i'm not searching so no more lunch as i feel guilty not returning anything for the lunch.
Met up with Ebele last week when i went to Aberdeen, we just took a stroll a long Union street doing nothing in particular. Maybe, we will organise a proper meeting with Bimpe and we will hang out in Aberdeen, glasgow or even take a trip to France... dont worry, we'll send pics (IPML Reunion 07).
More on Big brother, Lerato became the fifth housemate to leave the big brother house. Frankly, i wont miss her. I mean the girl was a B#$&%h! she felt she was so pretty and so it! (wow, i just described myself...but there is a difference, i am pretty and so it!). Oh well, the bed wetter is gone and i'm so ready to send Bertha out, then Kwaku, Code etc... i have a feeling that Ofunneka will win this.
Anyway, i gotta now, i'm trying to read up on what Statistics is all about so i do not dissapoint my cute canadian lecturer ( dont want him thinking i'm stupid). And oh before i go, i passed my first stage of interview with the Royal Bank of Scotland ( cool bank) and i cant wait for the second stage then the job is mine by God's Grace ( y'all should include me in ur prayers). Also, i'm leading Praise and Worship in church on sunday... how cool is this? i'm loving it!
Y'all have a great week ahead.
Sunday, 23 September 2007
MY PRIDE...MY SHAME.
"A man's meat... another's poison"
Whoever said this is very smart and also very correct. I mean the dog meat may settle very well in my stomach because i'm calabar ( pple think we eat dogs... wherever they get that from, i have no idea) but in Chike's stomach, it will definately not settle ( that is if it even makes it into his mouth). What is Eke ranting about?... all in due time my friends.
For a very long time, African women have been known for their curvatous body... i mean the full breast, beautiful waistline, well rounded bum and noticeable hips. Our men have been surrounded by these for so long that it has become a turn on for them and they are always proud to show off their gorgeous wives. The same goes for the white men who like their women slender with moderate body parts. However, with the evolving society, these bodies have been threatened. I mean, pple think that beyonce, J-lo and Salma Hayek etc. have got the perfect body and so u see us black women gyming and getting liposuction to reduce their bodies to a moderate size while the white women are going for surgeries to get breast and bum implants. Crazy but true.
Three years ago when i lived in this country, you could never catch me in pants and short T shirt without a coat during the daytime. I was so embarrased by the size of my bum and hips. I even joined a slimming club as well as gyming to get rid of some if not all of my "assets" but these babies aint going no where ( stuck on me). When i returned to nigeria, i discovered that these assets of mine were a big hit with our Men and i stopped hiding them under layers of clothes. I was proud to strut my stuff and wriggle my waist at every chance i got ( afterall, i am a beautiful african woman). Hoewever, returning back to the United Kingdom has brought out the insecurities i used to have before. For example, the other day, i wanted to go out and i wore this pretty low waist pair of jeans i just got and beautiful blouse that stopped on my waist. As i looked at my reflection in the hall way mirror, all i could think of was "dang! my bum is BIG!" Before i knew it, i was on my way back to the house to get a jacket. Sad init...
The Uk has been very cold, especially scotland. Scotland is a very beautiful country and i cant beleive i never visited when i was leaving in the UK. Oh well, i'm here for at least a year and so i will get to see the places i never did. I am currently in Aberdeen and will be going back to school on tuesday because monday is a bank holiday. I havent seen Bimpe or Ebele yet but i'm hoping to see Ebele tomorrow.
I have so much missed Bigbrother but not to worry, the website always keeps me up to date. Biggie threw a party for the housemates on friday. There was a lot of "guzzles" and Lerato peed her bed! She is so lucky that no one else in the house knows "our little secret". I must say that the whole thing has humbled her. Bertha wanted to take her relationship with Kwaku to another level and so dressed sexily to meet him. Needless to say, the guy refused the advances because he was asleep and there was nothing Bertha could do about that ( i think he was pretending).
Ok pple, i gotta go. Have a nice weekend ahead and God bless y'all.
Ciao!
Whoever said this is very smart and also very correct. I mean the dog meat may settle very well in my stomach because i'm calabar ( pple think we eat dogs... wherever they get that from, i have no idea) but in Chike's stomach, it will definately not settle ( that is if it even makes it into his mouth). What is Eke ranting about?... all in due time my friends.
For a very long time, African women have been known for their curvatous body... i mean the full breast, beautiful waistline, well rounded bum and noticeable hips. Our men have been surrounded by these for so long that it has become a turn on for them and they are always proud to show off their gorgeous wives. The same goes for the white men who like their women slender with moderate body parts. However, with the evolving society, these bodies have been threatened. I mean, pple think that beyonce, J-lo and Salma Hayek etc. have got the perfect body and so u see us black women gyming and getting liposuction to reduce their bodies to a moderate size while the white women are going for surgeries to get breast and bum implants. Crazy but true.
Three years ago when i lived in this country, you could never catch me in pants and short T shirt without a coat during the daytime. I was so embarrased by the size of my bum and hips. I even joined a slimming club as well as gyming to get rid of some if not all of my "assets" but these babies aint going no where ( stuck on me). When i returned to nigeria, i discovered that these assets of mine were a big hit with our Men and i stopped hiding them under layers of clothes. I was proud to strut my stuff and wriggle my waist at every chance i got ( afterall, i am a beautiful african woman). Hoewever, returning back to the United Kingdom has brought out the insecurities i used to have before. For example, the other day, i wanted to go out and i wore this pretty low waist pair of jeans i just got and beautiful blouse that stopped on my waist. As i looked at my reflection in the hall way mirror, all i could think of was "dang! my bum is BIG!" Before i knew it, i was on my way back to the house to get a jacket. Sad init...
The Uk has been very cold, especially scotland. Scotland is a very beautiful country and i cant beleive i never visited when i was leaving in the UK. Oh well, i'm here for at least a year and so i will get to see the places i never did. I am currently in Aberdeen and will be going back to school on tuesday because monday is a bank holiday. I havent seen Bimpe or Ebele yet but i'm hoping to see Ebele tomorrow.
I have so much missed Bigbrother but not to worry, the website always keeps me up to date. Biggie threw a party for the housemates on friday. There was a lot of "guzzles" and Lerato peed her bed! She is so lucky that no one else in the house knows "our little secret". I must say that the whole thing has humbled her. Bertha wanted to take her relationship with Kwaku to another level and so dressed sexily to meet him. Needless to say, the guy refused the advances because he was asleep and there was nothing Bertha could do about that ( i think he was pretending).
Ok pple, i gotta go. Have a nice weekend ahead and God bless y'all.
Ciao!
Tuesday, 11 September 2007
THAT MIRACLE CALLED 'LIFE'
I was at work on that faithful day and remember seeing everyone running to a particular room and my first thought was " whats going on?" I went towards the room and the first thing i saw on tv was a plane hit a building and then there was smoke and dust everywhere. What was going on? "United State of America was under attack!". I thought i was watching a movie but this wasn't any movie. People were dying right before my eyes... i was in shock!
It's been six years since the " World Trade Centre" fell to the attacks of some hoodlums who had no regard for the Sanctity of life. Why would anyone decide to take his own life as well as lives of other people when they didnt give the life in the first place. I recently watched the miracle of how babies grow in the womb until they are ready to be born. It was beautiful and magical to me. You can imagine the beautiful creature with ten toes and fingers that come into this world... it is so magical (my prayer is that all of u experience this) but i keep getting this gnawing feeling that how can you bring something so beautiful into this cruel world? wouldnt it be better if we all refuse to reproduce? Afterall, we are saving them from the harsh realities of this world. I recently heard a song by Michael Jackson " heal the world, make it a better place..." and i thought to myself as i sang along that we need God to heal this land because except God intervenes, a lot of people will not make it to old age. Except God heals the land, people like "Nicholas Berg" will still be beheaded like a chicken and the horrific site posted on the internet for all to see ( i remember crying about this and asking God why things like this happen), except God puts a stop to it, so many youths will continue to die due to gang related cases and except God heals this Land, we may not live to see these beautiful creatures grow into men and women. My earnest prayers are with the families of the people lost in the Twin Towers on that faithful day (11/09/2001).
My brother went back to school on Saturday and mom was around to see him off. Even though he got on my nerves sometimes, i must admit that i miss that boy dearly and i hope to see him soon. Now y'all know that this week is my last week in IBTC Pension Managers Limited ( the next time you read my blog, it will be from another mailbox). It's been a long race since 2005 and i feel it's time for me to move on to other things. I will miss you all greatly but i got to harken to the Will of God and go somewhere else. Just remember that where you are is a " gas station" on your way to greatness. Do not relent and always beleive in yourself ( even when people do not beleive in you) because there is always light at the end of the tunnel. I love you all ( I'm wailing... lol)
Now onto Biggie. Meryl became the third housemate to leave the Big brother Africa house, ( sorry guys, i know shower hour will no longer be interesting but cheer up, Lerato is still there) men the girl was raunchy and did so many attrocities ( i'm sure that is why she was voted out... to stop corrupting our minds). She was up against Maureen and Ofunneka who was replaced with Richard (by the house leader at the time "Max") but the other two survived. Okay, now Max is up for eviction but we have to save him cos we owe him for saving our Ofunneka from eviction so get voting.
I gotta go now, I want y'all to do something for me. Please send me ur thoughts on me (genuine thoughts...even if you hate me) and i'll write a reply to each and publish it sometime. Take care and have a very good week ahead. Love u!
Ciao!
It's been six years since the " World Trade Centre" fell to the attacks of some hoodlums who had no regard for the Sanctity of life. Why would anyone decide to take his own life as well as lives of other people when they didnt give the life in the first place. I recently watched the miracle of how babies grow in the womb until they are ready to be born. It was beautiful and magical to me. You can imagine the beautiful creature with ten toes and fingers that come into this world... it is so magical (my prayer is that all of u experience this) but i keep getting this gnawing feeling that how can you bring something so beautiful into this cruel world? wouldnt it be better if we all refuse to reproduce? Afterall, we are saving them from the harsh realities of this world. I recently heard a song by Michael Jackson " heal the world, make it a better place..." and i thought to myself as i sang along that we need God to heal this land because except God intervenes, a lot of people will not make it to old age. Except God heals the land, people like "Nicholas Berg" will still be beheaded like a chicken and the horrific site posted on the internet for all to see ( i remember crying about this and asking God why things like this happen), except God puts a stop to it, so many youths will continue to die due to gang related cases and except God heals this Land, we may not live to see these beautiful creatures grow into men and women. My earnest prayers are with the families of the people lost in the Twin Towers on that faithful day (11/09/2001).
My brother went back to school on Saturday and mom was around to see him off. Even though he got on my nerves sometimes, i must admit that i miss that boy dearly and i hope to see him soon. Now y'all know that this week is my last week in IBTC Pension Managers Limited ( the next time you read my blog, it will be from another mailbox). It's been a long race since 2005 and i feel it's time for me to move on to other things. I will miss you all greatly but i got to harken to the Will of God and go somewhere else. Just remember that where you are is a " gas station" on your way to greatness. Do not relent and always beleive in yourself ( even when people do not beleive in you) because there is always light at the end of the tunnel. I love you all ( I'm wailing... lol)
Now onto Biggie. Meryl became the third housemate to leave the Big brother Africa house, ( sorry guys, i know shower hour will no longer be interesting but cheer up, Lerato is still there) men the girl was raunchy and did so many attrocities ( i'm sure that is why she was voted out... to stop corrupting our minds). She was up against Maureen and Ofunneka who was replaced with Richard (by the house leader at the time "Max") but the other two survived. Okay, now Max is up for eviction but we have to save him cos we owe him for saving our Ofunneka from eviction so get voting.
I gotta go now, I want y'all to do something for me. Please send me ur thoughts on me (genuine thoughts...even if you hate me) and i'll write a reply to each and publish it sometime. Take care and have a very good week ahead. Love u!
Ciao!
Wednesday, 5 September 2007
PERFECT BODY
Hey people, how have u been? Yup! It’s that time of the week again where I get to bore y’all with my blog (lol). Well the week kinda dragged on and I didn’t think it was gonna end but thank God it did. The week was also very dry... nothing interesting happened. Oh well, I got a ‘lil some’ing some’ing for you so enjoy!
I know the subject of my mail is kinda puzzling but you know we great writers pick topics that will best describe what we really want to say. I picked this topic because it is related to my life at the moment and I also like the topic ( hope you’ll like it as well). I was not sure I wanted to write on this topic but a friend of mine sent me some pics of some really skinny models and I thot ha… this is it.
What does a perfect body look like? Is it when the person is curvaceous, skinny like the runway models, bootylicious like Beyonce or boobilicious like Jordan? Or is it when the person is extra chubby like Monique from “the Parkers”. To me, all these bodies are perfect in their own way and it all depends on what the beholder wants ( beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder init?).
I have been a little obsessed with my weigth recently ( I can hear y’all saying “ a lil?... a lot is more like it). You see I am “voluptuous” or like my friend will say “hippy” and its been bugging me ( mostly because my mom's friends used to tease me about it). Don’t get me wrong oh, I’m not insecure about my weight but I’m very careful not to go overboard or else I’ll be sitting on a bench to work (… I know it wont get to that point) and y’all be laughing behind my back. I have tried a lot of stuff to get me down to a size that is acceptable in society and the latest is wiring my mouth which has worked as I get a lot of compliments ( u know me and compliments…lol). But how necessary is this? Why do we ladies do all we can to change our bodies to be in tune with the demands of society? I mean at one point, I had Beyonce’s poster on my fridge so whenever I feel like snacking on something unhealthy, the picture will put me off (crazy huh? Well, I am crazy). Anyway, I have since realised that I can never be thin like Naomi Campbell, (might be like beyonce if I get a personal trainer and dietician… I’d rather put the money into good use) but I can make myself presentable and society will look at the inner beauty which is more important… lol. But to be candid, I love me!
Big Brother… oh brother. Jeff was evicted on Sunday. I kinda miss him already. Watching him do all those funny sit – ups kept me fit. All I had to do was sit in front of my telly and laugh myself to fitness. Code describes him as “a dead chicken”… lol. Maureen ( remember her? The chick Code wanted to sleep with?) was also up for eviction but Jeff got the booth instead. Now I wish she was evicted because her dignity is at stake! She hasn’t learnt her lesson people, she is still running after “the dog” aka Code. Well, it’s all up to her, she is an adult. Ooooh… I heard the Ghanian guy ( Kwaku) got it on with the Namibian girl ( Meryl) or as Code will say “ they bunked”! I don’t know why I never saw this, I guess I’m not as current as I thot. Well. I’m not gonna miss Max and Lerato’s ( Whenever that is… soon I hope.).
Ok people, I gotta go. I cant wait for Friday for two reasons, my brother is going back to school ( don’t have to spend money anymore) and Friday is just my favourite day of the week. Have a good week and stay beautiful whether you are skinny or voluptuous ( just don’t go overboard.)
Ciao!
I know the subject of my mail is kinda puzzling but you know we great writers pick topics that will best describe what we really want to say. I picked this topic because it is related to my life at the moment and I also like the topic ( hope you’ll like it as well). I was not sure I wanted to write on this topic but a friend of mine sent me some pics of some really skinny models and I thot ha… this is it.
What does a perfect body look like? Is it when the person is curvaceous, skinny like the runway models, bootylicious like Beyonce or boobilicious like Jordan? Or is it when the person is extra chubby like Monique from “the Parkers”. To me, all these bodies are perfect in their own way and it all depends on what the beholder wants ( beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder init?).
I have been a little obsessed with my weigth recently ( I can hear y’all saying “ a lil?... a lot is more like it). You see I am “voluptuous” or like my friend will say “hippy” and its been bugging me ( mostly because my mom's friends used to tease me about it). Don’t get me wrong oh, I’m not insecure about my weight but I’m very careful not to go overboard or else I’ll be sitting on a bench to work (… I know it wont get to that point) and y’all be laughing behind my back. I have tried a lot of stuff to get me down to a size that is acceptable in society and the latest is wiring my mouth which has worked as I get a lot of compliments ( u know me and compliments…lol). But how necessary is this? Why do we ladies do all we can to change our bodies to be in tune with the demands of society? I mean at one point, I had Beyonce’s poster on my fridge so whenever I feel like snacking on something unhealthy, the picture will put me off (crazy huh? Well, I am crazy). Anyway, I have since realised that I can never be thin like Naomi Campbell, (might be like beyonce if I get a personal trainer and dietician… I’d rather put the money into good use) but I can make myself presentable and society will look at the inner beauty which is more important… lol. But to be candid, I love me!
Big Brother… oh brother. Jeff was evicted on Sunday. I kinda miss him already. Watching him do all those funny sit – ups kept me fit. All I had to do was sit in front of my telly and laugh myself to fitness. Code describes him as “a dead chicken”… lol. Maureen ( remember her? The chick Code wanted to sleep with?) was also up for eviction but Jeff got the booth instead. Now I wish she was evicted because her dignity is at stake! She hasn’t learnt her lesson people, she is still running after “the dog” aka Code. Well, it’s all up to her, she is an adult. Ooooh… I heard the Ghanian guy ( Kwaku) got it on with the Namibian girl ( Meryl) or as Code will say “ they bunked”! I don’t know why I never saw this, I guess I’m not as current as I thot. Well. I’m not gonna miss Max and Lerato’s ( Whenever that is… soon I hope.).
Ok people, I gotta go. I cant wait for Friday for two reasons, my brother is going back to school ( don’t have to spend money anymore) and Friday is just my favourite day of the week. Have a good week and stay beautiful whether you are skinny or voluptuous ( just don’t go overboard.)
Ciao!
Tuesday, 28 August 2007
MOMS, GOODBYES AND THE BIGGEST BRO IN TOWN
Whats happening peeps! Another interesting week huh? My week has been kinda dry ( as u will see from the blog)but i'll try and wet it up with some lies ( ha ha... nah i wont do that). Enjoy!
"My Mother, who sat and watch my infant head when sleeping on my cradle bed and tears of sweet affection shed, my mother"
How many of you remember this rhyme in school? some "ajebos" like me will ( ha ha... dont mind me). It was a good rhyme then and it still is. I remember singing that rhyme and huging myself. Dang the song used to make me sober. I also remember feeling sober whenever i;m asked to bring my parents to school for being naughty ( aka fighting) and mom will follow me with this sad look in her eyes... it was dreadful but i always felt better when she flogged me ( as it was better than her giving me the lecture). This, amongst other things have drawn me close to her and we gist and talk about everything. I pray that one day God would grant me the grace to get married and give her a grandchild someday ( hopefully her first) so she can fuss over the little girl or boy.. Amen.
Why am i talking about my mom this week? i just felt i had to dedicate this week to her and praise her for everything she has done for my sibblings and i. It hasnt been an easy route for her ( what getting married very early and only after three months of knowing my dad who was a soldier!... y'all who have soldiers for dads know what i'm talking about) but i'm glad she is reaping the fruit of her labour now and i will do anything for her. Mom was around for the week. She got me a couple of stuff from her trip and trust mom, first thing she did was cook! apart from making it for us ( brother and cousins), she had to eat as well and she even cleaned the house ( i wish she had washed some of my clothes, but ma will not do that) and i was grateful to her for these. She went back to Uyo to join her lovely "husby" ( cant wait for the day i'll be calling some lucky guy that)... a bit of a relief there becos, no matter how much u love your parents, they always seem to be crowding ur space ( complex init?)...oh well.
Contrary to the popular song by Elton John and Blue " Sorry seems to be the hardest word", i think "goodbye" is the hardest word especially when it is directed at a loved one ( someone u hold very dear to ur heart). That is y i hate goodbyes... i love "see u later" or "later" so y'all shouldn't be surprised whenever i say "later" instead of "goodbye". Anyway, my very good friend Temilola Aderogba nee Oyebanji ( hope the spelling is right) left the pension outfit of IBTC to join the bank. I was very happy when she got the job but i was sad that she was leaving me! I know she is leaving for the greater purpose that God has for her so i will just have to say " Later and see u at the top". We had a big Party for her, we all ate and enjoyed ourselves so it was cool. Also, our little darling " Adesuwa" left as well. She was such a darling and very hardworking... i just love the way she says " can i have some more schedules please?" with her lovely britico accent. She tamed all the wild boys in Fincon and Fund Admin with her lovely smile and beautiful eyes ( Olumide, Chike and Tolani... she is just a kid oh!). I will really miss her as well as Temmy. May God direct your paths and make u soar like the eagle to greater heights... i love you both with all my heart.
I wasnt going to leave without talking about Big Brother Africa! pple, dont grumble... u signed up to read about my life and this is part of it. Well, before i say anything, why are some guys players? i ask my brothers this question and they are always diplomatic when it comes to an answer. There is this dude called " Code" ( remember him? the guitar man i mentioned him in an earlier blog) i thot he was the coolest in the house but now i know he is a "slimy *****. I really think he likes Tatiana ( the half caste from Angola) but she is not giving him face. The only girl who even gave him face ( Maureen) told him she had a thing for him and he decided to take advantage of that by trying to have sex with her! on live TV! ha! the guy must be really horny... someone please get him outta there and get him a woman or a man so he can release the tension in his loins. Well, i'm so glad Maureen has learnt her lesson and next time she wont go looking for trouble... Nice guy my foot!
Anyway, i gotta go now. Have a beautiful week ahead and love u all.
Ciao!
"My Mother, who sat and watch my infant head when sleeping on my cradle bed and tears of sweet affection shed, my mother"
How many of you remember this rhyme in school? some "ajebos" like me will ( ha ha... dont mind me). It was a good rhyme then and it still is. I remember singing that rhyme and huging myself. Dang the song used to make me sober. I also remember feeling sober whenever i;m asked to bring my parents to school for being naughty ( aka fighting) and mom will follow me with this sad look in her eyes... it was dreadful but i always felt better when she flogged me ( as it was better than her giving me the lecture). This, amongst other things have drawn me close to her and we gist and talk about everything. I pray that one day God would grant me the grace to get married and give her a grandchild someday ( hopefully her first) so she can fuss over the little girl or boy.. Amen.
Why am i talking about my mom this week? i just felt i had to dedicate this week to her and praise her for everything she has done for my sibblings and i. It hasnt been an easy route for her ( what getting married very early and only after three months of knowing my dad who was a soldier!... y'all who have soldiers for dads know what i'm talking about) but i'm glad she is reaping the fruit of her labour now and i will do anything for her. Mom was around for the week. She got me a couple of stuff from her trip and trust mom, first thing she did was cook! apart from making it for us ( brother and cousins), she had to eat as well and she even cleaned the house ( i wish she had washed some of my clothes, but ma will not do that) and i was grateful to her for these. She went back to Uyo to join her lovely "husby" ( cant wait for the day i'll be calling some lucky guy that)... a bit of a relief there becos, no matter how much u love your parents, they always seem to be crowding ur space ( complex init?)...oh well.
Contrary to the popular song by Elton John and Blue " Sorry seems to be the hardest word", i think "goodbye" is the hardest word especially when it is directed at a loved one ( someone u hold very dear to ur heart). That is y i hate goodbyes... i love "see u later" or "later" so y'all shouldn't be surprised whenever i say "later" instead of "goodbye". Anyway, my very good friend Temilola Aderogba nee Oyebanji ( hope the spelling is right) left the pension outfit of IBTC to join the bank. I was very happy when she got the job but i was sad that she was leaving me! I know she is leaving for the greater purpose that God has for her so i will just have to say " Later and see u at the top". We had a big Party for her, we all ate and enjoyed ourselves so it was cool. Also, our little darling " Adesuwa" left as well. She was such a darling and very hardworking... i just love the way she says " can i have some more schedules please?" with her lovely britico accent. She tamed all the wild boys in Fincon and Fund Admin with her lovely smile and beautiful eyes ( Olumide, Chike and Tolani... she is just a kid oh!). I will really miss her as well as Temmy. May God direct your paths and make u soar like the eagle to greater heights... i love you both with all my heart.
I wasnt going to leave without talking about Big Brother Africa! pple, dont grumble... u signed up to read about my life and this is part of it. Well, before i say anything, why are some guys players? i ask my brothers this question and they are always diplomatic when it comes to an answer. There is this dude called " Code" ( remember him? the guitar man i mentioned him in an earlier blog) i thot he was the coolest in the house but now i know he is a "slimy *****. I really think he likes Tatiana ( the half caste from Angola) but she is not giving him face. The only girl who even gave him face ( Maureen) told him she had a thing for him and he decided to take advantage of that by trying to have sex with her! on live TV! ha! the guy must be really horny... someone please get him outta there and get him a woman or a man so he can release the tension in his loins. Well, i'm so glad Maureen has learnt her lesson and next time she wont go looking for trouble... Nice guy my foot!
Anyway, i gotta go now. Have a beautiful week ahead and love u all.
Ciao!
LOVE, MARRIAGE AND THE BIG BROTHER
Hello y’all! Once again I’m really happy to be sending this week’s blog. Men, I feel like I’m writing for royalties to read…lol… believe me, y’all are royalties.
Ok, this week has been so so. A bit of fun and a bit of stress but u know me, I put the fun in the stress and turn it to “funstresstic”. However, I’m so happy that I was able to find time to write a few things. I know I would have stopped this blog thingy ages ago but y’all kept me writing especially Chike who before he opens his mailbox, askes if I have sent it… Thank you. Anyway, here’s this week’s blog enjoy!
What is love? I have asked that question over and over again, (in my mind and pple) I have even posted a scrap on my hi5 page so pple can respond to it. Is it when u have butterflies in your stomach whenever u see your love interest? Wild sex? Maybe it is when you sing or dance for no reason (I know a few people who do this… don’t worry I wont tell) but whatever it is, love means different things to different people and the reaction is quite different.
For some people, the reaction to love is “let’s get married and have children”! To some, “let’s make love to show our love” and some people just go plain crazy and cut up themselves and drink their blood or wear a vial of their blood (Angelina jolie and Billy bob Thornton).
Whatever the reaction, love must not be hurried. I recently heard an old song “ u cant hurry love, u just have to wait…” the song goes on to say that love does not come easy and it is a game of give and take. I absolutely believe this. I mean if it is not meant to happen, it would not happen. You cannot force someone to fall in love with you, u just have to wait for the right kind of love to come ur way and you are made.
I know a lot of you are wondering why Eke is talking about love. Is she in love? Well, I’ll leave y’all to ponder on that and maybe I’ll tell you for a little bribe… lol. Anyway, enough about me. I’m really talking about love because my good friend Henry got married on Saturday. I would love to say that it was a very beautiful wedding but I was not there and I’m sure I missed a lot. I remember when Henry started at Ipml, actually, I came back from NYSC camp and met him. First thot “ who is the cutie”? and today he is getting married… I guess my constant “no” to his advances pushed him to the arms of another woman ( just kidding)… lol. Anyway, Henry is a lovely guy and I wish him well. Ok fellas, Henry is gone (marriage wise) any of you need pointers on how to hook a babe like Henry’s wife, we can talk over a bottle of Vodka and trust me, u’ll be walking off with a total babe the next morning… lol get it?
Love and Big Brother… such a bad combination. A no no if u ask me. Some members of the house think they are falling in love. Y’all know I gas to talk about my Big bro (I’m loving the show and I find myself running home to go watch those housemates… yeah I know I’m boring but hey! That’s me. Anyway, back to my housemates. This chick Lerato thinks she is in love with this bloke called Maxwell (stupid sexist by the way) but the dude does not like her romantically. However, she is really trying to make things work and from the looks of things, it isn’t (u cant hurry love, mama says).
Ok guys, I don try. I wish you all a wonderful week ahead. Stay blessed and peace.
Ciao!
Ok, this week has been so so. A bit of fun and a bit of stress but u know me, I put the fun in the stress and turn it to “funstresstic”. However, I’m so happy that I was able to find time to write a few things. I know I would have stopped this blog thingy ages ago but y’all kept me writing especially Chike who before he opens his mailbox, askes if I have sent it… Thank you. Anyway, here’s this week’s blog enjoy!
What is love? I have asked that question over and over again, (in my mind and pple) I have even posted a scrap on my hi5 page so pple can respond to it. Is it when u have butterflies in your stomach whenever u see your love interest? Wild sex? Maybe it is when you sing or dance for no reason (I know a few people who do this… don’t worry I wont tell) but whatever it is, love means different things to different people and the reaction is quite different.
For some people, the reaction to love is “let’s get married and have children”! To some, “let’s make love to show our love” and some people just go plain crazy and cut up themselves and drink their blood or wear a vial of their blood (Angelina jolie and Billy bob Thornton).
Whatever the reaction, love must not be hurried. I recently heard an old song “ u cant hurry love, u just have to wait…” the song goes on to say that love does not come easy and it is a game of give and take. I absolutely believe this. I mean if it is not meant to happen, it would not happen. You cannot force someone to fall in love with you, u just have to wait for the right kind of love to come ur way and you are made.
I know a lot of you are wondering why Eke is talking about love. Is she in love? Well, I’ll leave y’all to ponder on that and maybe I’ll tell you for a little bribe… lol. Anyway, enough about me. I’m really talking about love because my good friend Henry got married on Saturday. I would love to say that it was a very beautiful wedding but I was not there and I’m sure I missed a lot. I remember when Henry started at Ipml, actually, I came back from NYSC camp and met him. First thot “ who is the cutie”? and today he is getting married… I guess my constant “no” to his advances pushed him to the arms of another woman ( just kidding)… lol. Anyway, Henry is a lovely guy and I wish him well. Ok fellas, Henry is gone (marriage wise) any of you need pointers on how to hook a babe like Henry’s wife, we can talk over a bottle of Vodka and trust me, u’ll be walking off with a total babe the next morning… lol get it?
Love and Big Brother… such a bad combination. A no no if u ask me. Some members of the house think they are falling in love. Y’all know I gas to talk about my Big bro (I’m loving the show and I find myself running home to go watch those housemates… yeah I know I’m boring but hey! That’s me. Anyway, back to my housemates. This chick Lerato thinks she is in love with this bloke called Maxwell (stupid sexist by the way) but the dude does not like her romantically. However, she is really trying to make things work and from the looks of things, it isn’t (u cant hurry love, mama says).
Ok guys, I don try. I wish you all a wonderful week ahead. Stay blessed and peace.
Ciao!
Thursday, 16 August 2007
Big Brother ..... Big Trouble
Hi y'all! whats happening? After sending the last blog pretty late, ( or
should i say "fashionably late"... lol) i had to stay up late to write this
( you know i'll do anything for my fans... lol).
Anyway, it's been a pretty interesting week for me. Big Brother Africa 2
began and most of u know i'm a fan of the Big bro. Good choice of
housemates i must say. My favourite is CODE "the guitar man"... i could sit
with him all day and singing to his tunes ( i love a man who can play any
kind of instrument... hmm... hmm... hmm... anyone want me to sing to his
tune? just holla).
Big brother has been interesting (especially " shower hour"). I am sensing
a little romance building up between some of the housemates and frankly,
i'm kinda worried about the only married person in there ( Richard). Will
he be able to stay off the temptation of cheating on his wife with one of
the belles in the house (it will make good tv tho')? I hope he steers clear
of harm's way as this will mean " big trouble" for him. I wouldnt go into
the house if i was married ( too risky!).
Two of my very good friends celebrated their birthdays this month. I wasn't
there to celebrate with either of them but i'm sure they felt my
presence... lol ( for some reason, pple always do). Tundun and Mobola, you
know i love you. Anyway, i have asked my father to bless you with many more
years so you will see your grand children's children ( Amen).
Before i go, i just want to congratulate all y'all who recently got
promoted at IPML. This is just the beginning and it wont be long before you
start driving IBTC cars ( say Amen, cos i'm serious).
Anyways, i'm out. Remain blessed and keep trusting God to make all things
beautiful in His time.
Ciao.
should i say "fashionably late"... lol) i had to stay up late to write this
( you know i'll do anything for my fans... lol).
Anyway, it's been a pretty interesting week for me. Big Brother Africa 2
began and most of u know i'm a fan of the Big bro. Good choice of
housemates i must say. My favourite is CODE "the guitar man"... i could sit
with him all day and singing to his tunes ( i love a man who can play any
kind of instrument... hmm... hmm... hmm... anyone want me to sing to his
tune? just holla).
Big brother has been interesting (especially " shower hour"). I am sensing
a little romance building up between some of the housemates and frankly,
i'm kinda worried about the only married person in there ( Richard). Will
he be able to stay off the temptation of cheating on his wife with one of
the belles in the house (it will make good tv tho')? I hope he steers clear
of harm's way as this will mean " big trouble" for him. I wouldnt go into
the house if i was married ( too risky!).
Two of my very good friends celebrated their birthdays this month. I wasn't
there to celebrate with either of them but i'm sure they felt my
presence... lol ( for some reason, pple always do). Tundun and Mobola, you
know i love you. Anyway, i have asked my father to bless you with many more
years so you will see your grand children's children ( Amen).
Before i go, i just want to congratulate all y'all who recently got
promoted at IPML. This is just the beginning and it wont be long before you
start driving IBTC cars ( say Amen, cos i'm serious).
Anyways, i'm out. Remain blessed and keep trusting God to make all things
beautiful in His time.
Ciao.
Thursday, 9 August 2007
Marriage Travel & Honeymoons
First of all, i want to apologise for the delay in sending this week's blog ( i can hear some of u saying " dang, thot she forgot"). I was having so much fun and actually forgot to send it. But here it is...Enjoy!
Marriage! a road " some" of us are looking forward to thread someday. Some of us cant wait while some are bidding their time ( u know ursef). I read an article in "True Love" (Nigerian Mag) the other day about us girls kinda looking for traces of our fathers in our spouses. I must admit this is true ( scary! but true) and i'm a culprit. I have watched my dad take care of my mom and treat her like the queen that she is for a number of years ( no, i havent seen them kiss or cuddle... yuck!) and this got me thinking and i have reached a conclusion that i really want a man like my father. Take for example, my mom just turned 50 and my dad is giving her a
treat ( i dont want to say what it is before all these men run away oh) and the woman is getting younger by the day from all these love and attention from daddy ( Isnt she lucky?). Anyway, i would love a romantic man who will give me a treat now and then, cuddle, send the kids to our parents so we can have lots of alone time ( if you know what i mean) but till then, i'll just focus on praying and being a good wife in waiting for that lucky man.
Tessy and Temmy just got married and they are now enjoying the the best part of marriage... cooking for their men ( rotten minds, what were u thinking?). I kinda envy them and cant wait for my turn. Henry is also on the road leading up there and i wish him God's grace as he takes this bold step ( i hail you bro... dont mind all these other guys. Married Man!)
I recently travelled to Abuja. It was really lovely. There was light 24/7 (y'all know how it is in lagos). I was so scared that i would be watching a very good programme and ... snap! the light's gone but i was amazed! i love abuja and i'm thinking of moving there ... what do you think? My trip was only exciting on the first day, i got to see all my friends and some school mates. My real reason for going to abuja was go get my US visa done ( i didnt get it ). They lady said something about wanting me to build my career and become financially independent... can u imagine that? i have lived on my own for almost two years without going to daddy for anything ( well, sometimes he gives me). I was not worried sha. Anyway, i spent the rest of the week watching reruns of "friends" ( i know i'm sad... lol)
Honeymoons are they best times and it is not only when you marry that you enjoy honeymoons. I love honeymoons. I remember the honeymoon stage of my working at IPML. I used to surf the internet a lot because there was nothing to do and i used to close early ( not now wey IBTC wan kill me with work). Tessy is back to work after enjoying ten very gooood days of honeymoon and Temmy is still honeymooning ( dang, i envy these two... someone please find me a husband!). Oh well, i will wait for that stage... i have a lot planned ( u know... oils, whips, strawberries, creams etc... lucky man i hear u say).
Oh well, i gotta leave u guys now and Henry, God's grace on your pending wedding, i wish you all the best and please enjoy ur honeymoon oh ( if ur wife needs pointers... i am available... lol).
Ciao!
Marriage! a road " some" of us are looking forward to thread someday. Some of us cant wait while some are bidding their time ( u know ursef). I read an article in "True Love" (Nigerian Mag) the other day about us girls kinda looking for traces of our fathers in our spouses. I must admit this is true ( scary! but true) and i'm a culprit. I have watched my dad take care of my mom and treat her like the queen that she is for a number of years ( no, i havent seen them kiss or cuddle... yuck!) and this got me thinking and i have reached a conclusion that i really want a man like my father. Take for example, my mom just turned 50 and my dad is giving her a
treat ( i dont want to say what it is before all these men run away oh) and the woman is getting younger by the day from all these love and attention from daddy ( Isnt she lucky?). Anyway, i would love a romantic man who will give me a treat now and then, cuddle, send the kids to our parents so we can have lots of alone time ( if you know what i mean) but till then, i'll just focus on praying and being a good wife in waiting for that lucky man.
Tessy and Temmy just got married and they are now enjoying the the best part of marriage... cooking for their men ( rotten minds, what were u thinking?). I kinda envy them and cant wait for my turn. Henry is also on the road leading up there and i wish him God's grace as he takes this bold step ( i hail you bro... dont mind all these other guys. Married Man!)
I recently travelled to Abuja. It was really lovely. There was light 24/7 (y'all know how it is in lagos). I was so scared that i would be watching a very good programme and ... snap! the light's gone but i was amazed! i love abuja and i'm thinking of moving there ... what do you think? My trip was only exciting on the first day, i got to see all my friends and some school mates. My real reason for going to abuja was go get my US visa done ( i didnt get it ). They lady said something about wanting me to build my career and become financially independent... can u imagine that? i have lived on my own for almost two years without going to daddy for anything ( well, sometimes he gives me). I was not worried sha. Anyway, i spent the rest of the week watching reruns of "friends" ( i know i'm sad... lol)
Honeymoons are they best times and it is not only when you marry that you enjoy honeymoons. I love honeymoons. I remember the honeymoon stage of my working at IPML. I used to surf the internet a lot because there was nothing to do and i used to close early ( not now wey IBTC wan kill me with work). Tessy is back to work after enjoying ten very gooood days of honeymoon and Temmy is still honeymooning ( dang, i envy these two... someone please find me a husband!). Oh well, i will wait for that stage... i have a lot planned ( u know... oils, whips, strawberries, creams etc... lucky man i hear u say).
Oh well, i gotta leave u guys now and Henry, God's grace on your pending wedding, i wish you all the best and please enjoy ur honeymoon oh ( if ur wife needs pointers... i am available... lol).
Ciao!
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