Landlords & Money....!!!

Landlords and money!!!!...I have lived with my sister for like four years, however, she and her family just moved out of town and i need to get a place of my own. I didn't know how darlyn precious my accomodation freebie was until now. I've been looking for an apartment for like two months and i have seen all sorts. From exotic houses to way too downhill apartments and the annoying thing is that landlords are greedy!, they will be asking for money as if you have a minting press at your backyard.....See one ramshackled make-believe mini-flat my agent showed me the other day...he said it was N250K p.a., infact, he said the landlord was asking for N280K p.a., can u imagine! Some of them, old houses that even if they dash you to come and live in free of charge you will refuse, theywill say it N400, N500....N600K p.a.!.....2 bedroom, not even three bedroom or duplex oh!, the thing tire me. At this rate, people will just pack their loads and go back to motherland. This is my situation.... i dey look for a nice, warm, cosy apartment that is neat & affordable!



Stock market no perform again, Real property is the way to go...Landlords are making a kill!!...If i have money, i will buy all the houses in my area....lol..

Help!!!!!!

I am sulking right now 'cos i'm tired of my monotonous lifestyle. It's Work, Home, Church - Work, Home, Work.......aaarghhh!!!...i'm tired!!!!!!!, i need some excitement, i need some action, i need some spontaneity, i need something out of the ordinary happening abeg!, i need some new beginnings.......i'd like to wake up and choose whether to go to work or not, whether to go to church or not (noooo...i have no choice in this one oh!...it's what keeps me going), whether to come back home after work or not (haaa!, i no fit do this one oh!)..... I sha need something diffrent from my ordinary schedule right now!!!!!!



Pls someone help!!!!

My Christmas Story...

Hey peeps, it's been a whyl.... i'm sorry i thinned out like that, i had to sweat out the 2 weeks vacation i got earlier (ok, just exaggerating), but really, i've been quite busy with a lot of things. My boss thinks i function a bit like robo-cop, what is it they say again about women being able to multitask?, anyway, so he gives me like ten tasks all at the same time and begins to count down for me!.....i ain't complaining, cos it's training oh, believe me....

I smell Christmas in the air!!!!....Christmas is here again!!!!...after a long Jan. to Nov., Dec. is finally here and Xmas is slowly creeping up. I so love Xmas- everybody loves Xmas even atheists, there is magic in the air, joy in the eyes of people, oh!, if they knew the true meaning of the season!

Ok, my most unforgettable Christmas ever!. I must have been about Seven years old then, we had travelled to the villa for Xmas celebration. Back in those days, it was a family tradition, everyone came home for Xmas, uncles, aunts, cousins, relations, e.t.c. we all came back for the celebration. Our house wasn't a family kind of house where everyone lived together under thesame roof. My grandfather was a great warrior who conquered and claimed so many lands such that he left a lot in estate for his children, so everyone had their own land with their abode graciously built with enough rooms to contain their children. Amongst my immediate relations, we were the most admired because we lived in Lagos! Before travelling, me and my sisters would have rehearsed certain line of conversations so that we could oppress people, we would not speak a word of Igbo language but rather put up fake american accent!, and confuse our cousins that lived in Onitsha or nearby towns....lol, those were the days!

Anyways, this was the period when "knock-out" was the crux of Christmas celebration (still is though...) My brother would have stocked his bag with loads of it from Lagos and in the evenings everyone was out, throwing it, watching masquerades and having fun. On this Xmas day, a group of young boys started getting violent with the "knock-outs", they were throwing them at people, one incidentally landed on my cousin's hand and exploded, she shrieked and rolled on the floor, we all went to console her and at thesame time, they threw it at a masquerade well armed with a costume of dry raffia and palm fronds and performing for people who threw out money for him, the thing exploded and caught fire fanned into serious flames by the dry harmattan wind. It was a sight!......a horrifying one, the masquerade was on fire, everyone was screaming, immediately, i pictured how the biafran war could have been for those who witnessed it, pandemonium broke loose, my cousin who was formally writhing in pain forgot the pain temporarily, we all took off.

My stomach wrenched. That day was the gloomiest Christmas day i had ever experienced. Parents who had heard news went in search of thier children. thank goodness we all made it home safely. My cousin was taken to a nearby village pharmacy were the wound was treated and dressed. Much later in the night, we heard that the masquerade died. It was very sad. Through out my stay in the village that year, i refused to go out or have anything to do with outdoor games, it was terrifying. This led to the ban of "knock-out" in my village for a very long time.......oh, what a Christmas! That was many many years ago. I have had many exciting Christmases since then and hope to have one this year!




This is my Wish for you.....

May you find love this season

May you have your deepest wishes come true

May you find fulfillment in all that you do

May your footsteps be filled with God's grace & warm favour

May you find the reason for the season

And May you have a very merry Xmas & a greater New year...

Good to be back!

Mheeen!!!!!........it's important to be sure of the kain blog wey you wan view for dis our blogville o!, that was how i stumbled upon this blog say make i check am out (blog name withheld & no pun intended.... i mean, people write what they feel comfortable writing, it's their blog anyway), the page that came staring at me threw me off balance. One very obscene picture like this ehn! & just at that moment, one babe just pass my side....... God!!!!!!!!!!, i wan faint!....the girl just look me one kain eye, waka comot. I was very embarassed, i no fit talk sef, to call her back and try to explain would simply seem like a cheap attempt at covering up my sins! Na wa ooo!!...na so i for take enter trouble if na my oga come catch me!......o ti o!, me i don learn my lesson.

I feel so refreshed, energized & healthy. I took 2 weeks off work to cool off. A lot of people have been complaining about my weight so i really exercised (trust me, exrecise works). Nyways, i'm back to work, no joke at all o!, back to the monotony....can be boring at times but what can a girl do??

The year is gradualling winding up ooo...like few months ago, it was january, now it is Sept...ember!, how time flies. The year has been good for me sha, but i still look foward to loads of goodies before it ends. Baba God too much!,in the midst of those challenging times, he proved himself strong. I'm so looking foward to writing my GMAT exams, can't wait, ee don tey wey i write exam last. Hmmmnnn..another big one, "Reach out Nigeria", that one na major blockbuster wey dey come soon, i can't wait.

I just say make i show face here, ee don tey!, i've missed my page. **sigh***, it's going to be a very busy weekend....

tHe bEsT tHAt I cAN BE!!!

I was thinking to myself how much my needs have evolved. How when i left the university, all i wanted to do was work in an oil company, enjoy the plenty travel benefits, fat allowances, salary, e.t.c. For me, success was working in an oil company, anything less than that was failure. I thought one of my friends who resigned from her oil company job here in Naija to go and be with her hubby in jand to be crazy. What????...leave an oil company job for what?.....that'd be a joke!

"Oh common girl!, family comes first before career!" she said to me when i wailed and ranted to her, i thought she had lost it! It was a silly thing to do as far as i was concerned at that time.....now, many years down the line, i don't think so anymore. Success is relative, one man's success could be another's failure.

I spent precious years writing every oil company test, attending all oil company interviews (atleast the ones i was invited for, tho not many sha.....woreva!), Praying & trusting God for oil company job that i forgot to appreciate where God put me. If God knew i was going to be here, then why did he allow me spend five years of my life in the university studying Engineering!....didn't make sense to me at all!. Didn't make sense to Joseph either that he was sold into slavery by his own brothers, how were his dreams to come true?? God is all-knowing, He sees beyond the now...

There has always been an urge, a pull in my soul to excel (well...you could say everybody has that pull) but for me it's something deeper, something like it's my make-up, most times, i get all lazy and laid back, i try to push it back but it keeps tugging at my soul. I was made for the UP life!, i can't live the life of mediocrity, i was made to SUCCEED! Nywayz, now i'm constantly trying to improve my self. I want to be the best at what i'm doing, i want to set new records, i want to discover new heights, i want to be an industry shaker...yes!, that is what i want to be. I admire my boss, quite intelligent. the way he carries the crowd......commendable!, i want to be able to hold people's attention like that when i give speeches, when i make presentations....oh well, it comes with practise & i've decided to practise & give myself the best of opportunities.....Really, in all these things, i have the advantage of having Christ in me, it makes the whole process easier....

A young girl's palaver...

Nkechi was totally drained. The hot afternoon sun drummed into her ears. The walk from her school seemed longer than usual, the long winding path was unending. The relief she felt when the cool water from Mr Mondi's tap streamed down her head could not be explained. She dropped her back pack & leaned against the white washed wall of Mr. Mondi's shop.

"Good afternoon ", she greeted startling Adaku, Mr Mondi's eldest daughter from sleep. Adaku always does what Igbos call sleeping muranya with her head straight up and her hand supporting her chin resting against the counter, she would sleep, unless you look well, you'd never know she was sleeping. "How are you?" she stuttered recovering from her slumber. Nkechi muttered a fast response and quickly walked past to the gate leading into the main house. She wasn't ready for Adaku's incessant complaints. She complained about everybody in the compound. She was a school drop-out who did nothing but stay in her father's shop catching the latest gossips and news. She had more issues to deal with.

Mr Kweku caught her cheating in the physics test today. Funlola had shown her the test questions & answers, she said she got it from a form one student. She was totally lost in the act when Mr Kweku crept up behind and caught her red handed!, A lot of oohs & aahs arose from her classmates, she tried hiding the paper but it was too late, he collected her answer sheet, tore it & dragged her to the principal's office. The principal demanded to see her parents. She will never forget the looks she got from her classmates when she got back after seeing the principal, everyone frowned and looked at her as if she had committed murder. Even funlola hissed at her!, she couldn't believe it, the same person who gave her the expo?, it was unbelieveable! How will she explain this to her father??, she was in soup, he’d kill her!

Nkechi missed her mum so much and at moments like this, she missed her even more. She died during childbirth. She was the only child of her parents for a very long time before her mum conceived but died during child birth. She and her father lived together alone, he refused to re-marry. Out of desperation, she tried calling Funlola but her phone was switched off. She needed to speak with her, she had long legs, she could pull strings and things would happen. She was dating the senior prefect who had his way with most teachers. She knew Funlola deliberately switched off her phone to avoid her. An idea came to her, she would feign illness and skip school for few days, maybe when she gets back, the whole incident would be forgotten. The plan worked perfectly, she succeeded in deceiving her father and skipped three straight days of school but by the time she resumed, her fame had spread across the entire S.S. 2 block - The girl who cheated!. Funlola did not make it any better, she ignored her and carried on as if they were never friends.

"Nkechi Chukwu!", Mrs Owolabi, her class teacher came in and called. The principal wants to see you now. Everyone turned to look at her, cold beads of sweats broke out on her fore-head, she was shivering, her throat constricted. She got up slowly and trotted towards the front. Kudirat squeezed her hand and gave her an understanding nod as she walked past, she felt better, somebody pitied her. As she got into the principal's office, her heart stopped beating. Seated backing her, was her father!. The principal had summoned him. "Goodafternoon," she greeted in a quirky voice gaining their attention. "Yes, Miss Chukwu, how are you". Mr Lawrence the principal spoke. She refused to look at her father who was throwing daggers at her. "You have brought shame to yourself and to your family, science students are known to be very responsible people..…....” he went on and on admonishing her. Hot tears stung at her eyes. If only she had refused attending Bola's birthday party, she would have read and not involved herself in this, if only she did not always look for the easy way out.......she was ashamed of herself. Her father did not talk to her but gave her a long hard stare before walking out after Mr Lawrence office. She was given two weeks suspension and it was going to appear on her testimonial. How would she ever live through this period of her life???....

Feeling so loved....

Yesterday was my birthday & gawd!!...was it wonderful?. In my twenty something long yearsssss....i've never had it this good. I felt loved, special, honored, appreciated, doted on, cared for, pampered, e.t.c. My buddies threw a surprise parry for me, they took me totally unawares, did a good job in concealing it from me, goshhhhhhhhh...do i love them?.....Nyways, i thank God mightily for adding another year to my life, it's gonna be a year of fulfillment, a year of new experiences, a year of greater exploits, e.t.c. I so look foward to it.

I realised that as we grow, we mature & as we mature, we begin to see things differently & understand life better. I used to fantasize alot growing up. At one time, i imagined i was an oyinbo girl with long hair and very rich parents (thanks to the good 'ole American novels- Sweet Valley High, Keepsakes, e.t.c.). At one time, I fantasized i was Winfrey Oprah's adopted child, i fantasized about marrying Will Smith and going to live with him in his million-dollars mansion, i fantasized about singing alongside Pavarotti in an Italian Opera house. There was nothing i didn't fantasize about.....hmmmnnn...those were good old dayz sha. As i grew older, my eyes opened, my many many fantasies died, they drifted away from my consciousness. I had other distractions......other things occupied my mind. I was learning the game called life.

Life doesn't always give to you what you planned for all the time, it throws up new surprises, some pleasant, some sour......you've got to be tough, you've got to be prepared, you've got to be brave. You've got to learn to lean on a greater & higher power- GOD. I have seen a fifty something old man who lies to himself that he is an American , meanwhyl, he's never been to America before. Because of the frustration of being denied American visa for many years, he settled for living the American dream in NAija...how pathetic!, meanwhyl, he's an urhobo man ooooo.....lol

Longtime ago, I set out goals for myself. Things i wanted to achieve, and at what age to achieve them. I'm looking at myself right now & saying "Girl, you've not done badly at all!", i have come a very long way! I haven't achieved it all, there's still a whole lot to achieve but i've tried. I'm not complacent, i'm not slipping, i am ever so determined. I want to thank God for bringing me thus far ..... I thank God for the friends & family he put around me.....my spiritual leader p.p. & his wife, they have contributed in making & moulding me into who God wants me to be....I'm grateful!

Just can't stop beaming.....

A Time for Everything...

As i was going home from work yesterday, these thoughts persistently lingered on in my mind....and i felt like writing it down... I guess this is reason for the saying that goes "no condition" is permanent.

One day, i will leave my sister's house..

One day, i will leave her street..

One day, i will get married..

One day, i will have my first child..

One day, i will build my first house..

One day, i will float my first company..

One day, i will count my first billion..

One day, i will sponsor my first crusade..

One day, i will host my first talk show..

One day, i will buy my first jet..

One day, i will feed millions..

One day, i will grow old..

One day, i will be raptured..

One day, i will see Jesus....

Christ in me, makes these things a certainty...

Hmnn..finally, i join the blog-world!!!

For two years, i've followed people's blogs, read their thoughts, followed their minds, admired their style but never mustered enough courage to start my own....I've always loved writing but you know sometimes, it's not so easy keeping up with it believe me! It could be tiring putting your thoughts to words....i hope my page doesn't suffer, it won't sha...it will definitely experience many glorious years of wonderful updates.

Have you ever had a strong hunch that something good was about to happen to you??..well, that's what i am feeling right now...hmmnhmmnnn...that's it!