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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15942072157225085511noreply@blogger.comBlogger68125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4377406582676882029.post-40443669014469164292015-08-23T02:07:00.000+01:002015-08-23T02:07:01.363+01:00Encrusted with Grace Just when I thought I would never see the light, a ray of light flickered across the horizon of my life. Hey! Watch me, I'm going to make a fiery glowing ball out of this ray..<br />
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Hiya! Hmmn.. first off, work and bad network are stylishly keeping me away from the blogosphere, Am either working in a place where there is strong network signal and of course I won't be able to blog then 'cos of my work or vice versa. I moved to a new city, hence the network fluctuations. I sincerely beg, please bear with me, in a couple of weeks, I should be out of here... thanks. </div>
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In my life's journey, I have come across two different set of people.. there are those who think so highly of me, they feel I am supposed to be the best in anything/field I find myself and there are others who think I am too weak, like I can't make a naira out of a kobo nor achieve much in life. Even though I usually surprise both parties, but the latter group of people always get the biggest surprise. They always make me fear they are going to swallow a fly down their throat with the way I see them leave their mouth AGAPE each time they see me climb 10 steps higher...LOL. But am just getting started. Good to know I have God Almighty engineering the course of my life! </div>
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<i>Mehn</i> life is too short or too long for you to allow yourself the luxury of living it so badly. Just know that obstacles and problems can't stop you, only you can stop yourself. Sweetheart hope you are making every minute/day of your life worth the while..<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15942072157225085511noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4377406582676882029.post-8041619020241032842015-08-13T01:09:00.000+01:002015-08-13T01:17:33.754+01:00Versatile Blogger Award, Who's Next?We deep gratitude in my heart to God and triple <i>skelewu</i> dance in my head, I am super excited to let you all know that I have been nominated for an award...Versatile Blogger Award!!!! I was nominated by so many boss bloggers and that itself is an honour.. They include Gloria of <a href="http://trendwithgloria.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Trendy living Blog</a>, Amaka of <a href="http://amakamedia.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Amaka Media</a>. They are both christian bloggers. (Of the highest order). If you are one who is lazy at praying everyday or you pray without ceasing already, then you should visit their blogs and say your prayers after them and not to add the spiritual upliftments you will gain when you visit. I am so grateful to you both for blessing me with such an award.<br />
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It feels so good to be nominated for an award and especially for one so outstanding.<br />
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Do You know why I love this award?, it's so unique that once<br />
you are lucky enough to be nominated, you immediately win it like automatic.. But not before following some rules though.. First, You thank the person who nominated you, also you leave a link to his/her blog, nominate 15 blogs, leave a link to their blog, notify them that they have been nominated. And not forgetting to share 7 facts about yourself.<br />
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7 facts about Rella..<br />
1. I have a beautiful birth mark on my thighs, around the back of knees (had to share because I love it so much)<br />
2. Only a few on the blogosphere know my real name as in the name my mama gave to me at birth... My name is Egwonor Idiovo.<br />
3. I can survive on just rice and chocolates 2/47, 365 days without getting tired sorry add sharwarma.<br />
4. I love reading books like a whole lot.. from fictional novels to motivational books.<br />
5. No prejudice.. I don't really roll around with light skinned people *it was born out of a childhood experience*<br />
6. I don't wear heels partly because of my height (just a couple of inches short of 6ft).<br />
7. Of course you already know am God's paddy!!!<br />
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So to complete the award ritual, I have to nominate 15 other blogs I normally visit.. Whew! (pls when you are counting, count like this 5,10,15.. instead of 1,2,3).. Thanks<br />
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Dup zzy of <a href="http://modhancrochet.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Modhan Crochet</a>. She is a creative blogger who showcases her beautiful works of crocheting via her blog.<br />
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Duru of <a href="http://duruadolphusjnr.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">The Young and Confused Gang</a>.. if you are feeling blue or better still you are feeling happy, hit his blog for some ghen ghen laughs.<br />
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Fisayo of <a href="http://pheezycorner.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Pheezy's Corner</a><span id="goog_912090150"></span><span id="goog_912090151"></span><a href="https://www.blogger.com/"></a>.. she is a creative writer with some witty and cool calmness to her writing. You will love her blog. <br />
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Who else oo.. <i>Mehn</i> all the other fabulous and boss-mes I know have been nominated and they have acknowledged the nomination. Whenever I come across a new blog I like, will definitely come back here and update it to the required number (15).<br />
Thanks for reading and congrats to the other bloggers that were nominated.<br />
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P.S: At the time of posting this, my battery is 2%. So I won't be able to go notify the bloggers I nominated, please will do that later when NEPA comes alive..<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15942072157225085511noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4377406582676882029.post-3758995205324791142015-08-07T01:36:00.001+01:002015-08-07T01:36:18.577+01:00When a Woman says NO..<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This question does not entirely relate to our last post please. Thanks ehn..</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Why is it that guys keep trying to find a way to a girl's 'treasure island' even after she bluntly refuse him touching her hands talk more of her intimate body parts. Do you guys really think a girl has fishbrain? I have come to realise that most men usually take a lady's 'no' for a 'yes' and never for one day take her 'yes' for a 'no', So sad. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I feel a lady who is bold enough to say a NO to a man's sexual advances, really do mean it! Stop 'trying your luck' on her each time she is around. I see even a wrapping of the hands around a woman's waist when she doesn't want/like you holding her as RAPE. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Chairman Duru, you have to be the first to answer this question because you are a game topper in women affairs *winks*</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15942072157225085511noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4377406582676882029.post-77237612948768267722015-08-07T00:46:00.000+01:002015-08-07T00:55:31.431+01:00Candid Pen<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Hiya! How's everything over at your end? Work, family, school.. I bet all is well. I think I should stop apologising for my inability to keep up with putting up a post on the blog. It's becoming a routine and an annoying one at that but am gonna say it <span style="font-family: sans-serif;">anyways,</span> I AM SORRY!!!.<br />
So apart from the crazy work schedule last week that made me take a few days off, off this week, something else happened. S<span style="font-family: sans-serif;">ome few weeks, </span>I 'met' a guy through a 'concerned' friend of mine, she called me on the phone one day and asked to give my number to a guy who was looking for a tall and slim girl. I obliged and 'jejely' told her that she and the guy shouldn't expect anything serious from the would be friendship. <br />
<a name='more'></a>So he called, Hmmn consistently everyday, always so jovial, sometimes, we chat on WhatsApp. A few weeks after, he asked me to come over to Port Harcourt Rivers state, where he lives. Told him that won't be possible because of my work. He insisted on me coming over on a weekend. I always stylishly declined or gave an excuse because I knew in my heart that meeting someone new was the last thing I wanted at this phase of my life. And so last week, he begged like his life depended on him seeing me in person that I should come since I took some few days off from work. But I tried to make him see that I took those days off because of the stress and overwhelming feelings I was having..like I am not myself these days as if there are some missing plugs in my life. so just wanted to create some time for myself and try to pull everything together. "Come let's fix it together, let me help you," was his reply. Okay, he sent me some cash, and even though I sensed a not so good meeting between me and H_Y(that's how I saved his name on my phone) because of my mental and emotional state, I set out for Port Harcourt Sunday afternoon and a few hours later I arrived PH. His younger brother welcomed me in because H_Y had already called that he was still in church. Barely 5 minutes later, H_Y entered the house. Usually, when I get to my destination from such a long journey like the one I just had, I get headaches, and sometimes, a small fever. Right where I was sitted in his sitting room, these two were activated. I requested for aspirin, took it and wished I could lie on a cool bed and take a little rest. But not to be because an excited H_Y and his brother were bent on making me 'feel at home'. They tried to engage me in small conversations but I couldn't get past a few short syllables like answering a 'yes' and 'no' to some of their questions. In less than 5 minutes, the once bubbly room was thrown in to an awkward silence invariably because of my 'cold' attitude which I was helpless to improve on as a result of my headache. The brother left with him mumbling some words about me driving him away. And then it was just me and H_Y.. He offered me a drink and something to eat but I refused. And that's how my mood didn't change for the next couple of days. Am back home now and H_Y hasn't called much since then. I have been feeling guilty because of my attitude while at his place but biko I couldn't help it.<br />
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Alright unto the next. I just want to say a big hello to a couple of back to back peeps. Really appreciate you all especially for your patience and understanding.. Amaka I really respect that boss writer, always there for a little chick like me, Duru who am unconsciously falling in luff with.. hehe, Gloria, Pheezy and my latest girl Dup zzy and so many others.. just know that I appreciate you all from the top of my heart. <br />
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Okay there is this nomination for an award, every blogger I know has been spearheading at me, Versatile Blogger Award.. Biko will put up something for the award later. Erm.. just want to ask if I can nominate someone that nominated me because where on the blogosphere do I get 15 bloggers who have not been nominated?. Biko y'all answer o.<br />
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It's the 7th day of the month of August, and we still have about 23 days more.. it's never too late to wish you Happy New Month! Stay happy, worry less.. Always keep a positive flow.<br />
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It makes you see past the present, past your fears and even your will. When a man is filled with passion each day, the sky is definitely his starting point.<br />
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<a name='more'></a>Now the passion am talking about, should be one which is for a good cause, else it becomes a waste of time. Passion can be quite destructive.. wouldn't want to go into that. Finding out that you've channelled a whole lot of passion into a wrong cause can drain you down more than anything.<br />
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The process of a passion has to do with the love we have for anything we find ourselves doing, the boost we keep in our hearts that insanely gives us pure excitement. The process of a passion is in the journey of the experience itself - livening every moment of the journey.<br />
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Some people may have a passion for a business even before they started it, but for most, the passion comes in as the day goes by, as a result of the satisfaction and fulfilment they get.<br />
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Passion sends us signals to guide us through our lives. It's there in the excitement of the unexpected, in the desire to do something with so much fervour, in the unwavering certainty that we will realise a dream!.<br />
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So let's do a quick reality check, do you have passion for what you find yourself doing at the moment.. if not, why not?<br />
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Even as those six words were my driving force in school, cheering me all through the hunger gut wrenching days, they still form a big part of my life this moment. They came to mind today because I have been trying to make some stuff work but it just won't come out right for days now. Thought to let it go and begone with it, but my mind flashed back to a similar situation I found myself a few weeks ago, it had something to do with the world of Internet. I wanted to make an app work, but no way I tried COUNTLESS times to fix it and even took a few days off from everything but the more I tried the more misplaced everything seemed. I was kind of making a fool of myself to my friends on the app network. Anything I did always came out wrong and I felt ashamed of the mess I was making. I even seeked help from a few friends but no good result from them, even prayed about it to God like I was asking Him for my usual million dollar wealth.. But you know what after a countless more tries, I did it Right! And from that moment I never thought of the shame I felt nor the time I put into it to make it work, even taught someone how to go about it some days ago .. in the same vain, I wouldn't stop<br />
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No matter the hurdle or challenge you are facing today, never give up, I know it may not be easy but if you try hard enough, you can make something good come out of even the most bleakest situation. This thing called life deserves of us, our best, you have to give it your all and go get that right thing. Except on rare occasions, there is no challenge you may be facing now that another man has not gone through or faced.. Always tell your self this: if others have done it before, so can I. Even if no one has ever done it, I can because am exceptional and unique.<br />
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Just know that it's not a crime to fail but it's a crime to fail and lie on your back without a plan to rise up. Nothing teaches you more than your successes and failures. You have got to take the risk of failing to find your successes.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15942072157225085511noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4377406582676882029.post-3228471962861393922015-07-11T01:11:00.002+01:002015-07-11T01:11:56.647+01:00Midnight random thoughts Funny how these days close pals and family think of me as a weird one. Seriously not laying any blames 'cos it's cool to say they were trying to protect me, but I have to stay truthful.. The same set of people who told(beat) me to stay away from guys because they won't be of any good to me are the same folks who are giving me the side eyes now because they aren't seeing any one around, not even a knock on the door from any guy 'popping in just to say hi'. Ohh! I remember I am now of 'marriageable age' that's if am not behind it already. I see the fears in mama's eyes, I guess she is still thinking: <i>Does my girl still hold that crazy notion in her head about men?</i><br />
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..A strange fear came over me last night, I couldn't sleep throughout the night, In my panic I quickly switched on my mobile and started to peruse over some pages on the net just so I could get my mind off the disturbing thoughts. Thank goodness for the world called internet. It really helped. When I narrated my ordeal to my family this morning, some said I have lost touch with Jesus, others said I needed a man in my life..hehe. But I have got enough men in my life I argued, "no sister you need a real man", my elder sister said with the same tone and stress on the 'real man' like she always does as if that's capable of driving her words down my medula oblonganta.<br />
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.. I am a soul with a part called the body, am not a body with a soul. All this week, I have been more conscious of this soul than usual. My soul has been watching me more intently than it use to, strangely enough, it does not judge, prick or criticise me like it use to. It merely watched. I can hear it say to me loud and clear: <i>Let me let you be and see where you end up</i>. Oh soul! I know you too well, you can never let me talk without you analysing nor preach without you judging. All these: your silence and no criticism is a little charade of yours. You just want to see how far I can go without you.. Well watch<br />
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The musician knows when his instrument is well honed, the potter knows when his clay is of finest quality, the painter knows when he has found a good model, I say a human knows when he is filled with euphoria!<br />
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Hiya lovelies, it's your runaway girl once again in the building!!! I've missed y'all a great deal, eh! Calm down with the frown you are throwing at me, biko.<br />
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This is what has been happening, I have struggled long and hard before writing this, not knowing if am explaining myself well enough. I have been in some kind of 'am here but not here state of mind', so in trying to blank out a lil' bit of issues/fears am facing right now I unconsciously turned off my faculty of writing. <br />
<a name='more'></a> I have a way of blanking out some stuffs from my head, not like am running away from my problems, because I must definitely face them at one time or the other, so there is no running away from them. I just needed to put myself together, though in so doing, I was 'unputting' my faculty to write. So why I am in this phase which we hopefully faze out soon, please bear with me.<br />
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Not like am going through any real issue, it's a little matter of the heart thing. So thanks for bearing with me.<br />
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Sweethearts live your life simply, without them drama, without them pretence, knowing fully well that life is too short or too long, for you to allow yourself the luxury of living it so badly..<br />
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I hope it's not too late to wish y'all a happy and fun filled July!<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15942072157225085511noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4377406582676882029.post-68233353784796448332015-06-29T00:06:00.000+01:002015-06-29T00:09:59.848+01:00Only a true typical Nigerian can believe this..They really do not have any logical or plausible explanation whatsoever, These are probably gonna sound so weird especially if you have never heard of them. what should I tag them as?... superstitions, traditions, myths or...... *complete the missing blanket with your tag after reading*.<br />
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Here are some strange myths or whatever I have heard in Nigeria. First off, I have never really tried them all or experienced all first hand, but those who have can literally swear on their lives that these things happen. They are so unbelievable! Okay lemme start with the ones I have experienced..<br />
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The weirdest of all is that a girl or woman who is seeing her monthly flow must not enter a cold room which is a compartment usually the size of a house and it is used for keeping frozen stocks like fisheries, poultry refrigerated. they say if such a woman enters inside the coldroom, the engine which keeps the cold room refrigerated, will stop working. This happened right before my eyes many years ago. Me and my sisters were already forewarned by mum not to go inside her friends coldroom to go get anything when we are on our period. But mischievous me will not have it, I wanted to experience it first hand for real ' cos I have had enough tales by moonlight from them. And so when my monthly flow came, I went to the cold room in pretence of getting my mum's stocks in there. Climbed inside, stayed inside the freezing temperatures for some minutes and climbed out. That evening, mama came home and quietly asked us all who went to the coldroom and is also seeing her period. Heads bowed, I raised up my hand.. "Thanks for making the engine go bad", mum said. "Do you know it will take a huge amount for them to be able to fix that engine? ", and from that day I was banned from entering that cold room. But tell me what connection is there between a woman who is seeing her monthly flow and a cold room engine. Asked my mum this question today but she still does not have a reasonable answer for me.<br />
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Then there is one of bitter leaf. They say you can remove or reduce the bitter taste from the leaf by not talking to anyone while cutting it from the branch and also until the food/soup is removed from the fire after cooking.. Na wa oo, I have not tried it though because I don't want to spoil my soul oo..<br />
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Another is.. Beans or cow skin (kpomo) can be made to cook easily by adding a spoon (steel spoon) to the beans or cow skin as it cooks on the fire... Hmmn.<br />
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Or these popular ones you must have heard already like not sweeping at night in order not to attract evil beings and this one of not bending down your head in order to look through your legs especially at a market...*whispers*.. they say you will get a good defeaning knock from a spirit if you do that, but you can go try, then you tell me how it went later... lolzz!<br />
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Please clan, don't think of me as a queer one, I heard and shared here.. nothing more biko.<br />
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Oya share yours too with us if you have got any, keeping in mind that that does not make you weird, we are Africans and Africa is full of drama!..Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15942072157225085511noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4377406582676882029.post-50666723875801588462015-06-25T01:02:00.001+01:002015-06-25T01:15:47.602+01:00Mind over MattersOnce upon a time, there lived a beautiful bird, his feathers were all glossy like it kind of got some good brushing from a horseman and his colours were a perfect match, arranged like a beautiful work of art. Whenever he flapped his wings and flew, he got both the envy of other birds and the admiration of humans. He brought joy and awe to everyone who saw him.<br />
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One day, a human (woman) saw this bird and fell in love with him. She will sit outside her house and watch him fly in all his glory. His flights across the open skies always got her excited, she loved his freewill and ability to do whatever he wanted, to go wherever he pleased.<br />
<a name='more'></a> One day, she invited the bird into her home, and he came.. it was a beautiful meeting, she admired and celebrated him with everything she had. And the bird seeing he could be as free in her home like he always was in the sky loved this woman in return. He inwardly made a promise to always come visit her everyday. He kept that promise.<br />
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Then one day, the woman thought: what if one day this bird never comes back, what if one day I cease to be his muse. She became filled with fear and envy. Then she thought to her self: I will make sure I make him stay forever with me the next time he visits. I will set a trap for him and put him in a cage so he can live with me here in my home. <br />
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And so the next day before he came the woman set a trap for him, the bird flew in unknowingly in his usual spirit of happiness and love, he fell into the trap, he was trapped in the cage.. and from that moment things never remained the same for the woman and the bird.<br />
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While she was more happier than ever, the bird became solemn, he would hide his face in his body and refused to look at the woman. But then, the woman's happiness began to dwindle because her source of happiness was not happy anymore, the bird will sit there in the cage and sulk all day. His glossy feathers began to fall off, now that the woman had the bird at her beck and call, her interest in the bird began to wane off, she no longer had to woo the bird to stay, she diligently fed and cleaned his cage all the while tying him to a leash.<br />
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And one day, the bird Died. The woman cried and cried until the crying became unhealthy for her. She repeatedly asked her self where did I go wrong? I gave him all my love and heart, but she failed to ask her self: What didn't I do right? . For if she had searched deeply, she would have seen that the things she had loved most when she first saw him flying with reckless abandon above was his FREEDOM.<br />
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Just like this woman and the bird, so are many relationships today.. you meet a man, he loves hanging out with his friends (male and female), he loves going to the club on weekends, that is his own way of unwinding all the work stress. He loves doing one thing or the other and you were okay with it. You get married and from no where envy creeps in, you become afraid he will get a mistress from one of his many nights out someday and then you try to cage him at home, you threatened and use all manners of tricks a woman's got. He starts getting frustrated, and start thinking, am not happy, she is not happy anymore too, so let me try and make her happy at least. He now stays at home but he is never happy, you on the other hand is now happier than ever, now you are sure of your man being with you till the end. Situation gets so worse for him that he now picks on anything you do, you become unhappy too.<br />
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Hello clan!!! Sometimes, such relationships /marriages end in divorce, that's bad. See it's as simple as this: what you can't take later on, don't tolerate at the initial stage just because you need a ring. Human weren't born with remote controls so don't think you can control them. Don't play blind eye to your man's or lady’s ways that doesn’t please you because you feel you can make him or her change. On the other hand, if you decide to leave with their ways which does not really please you, be careful because then envy, jealousy or fear may make you turn Dragon lady in your home even without you realizing it.<br />
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P.s: I know there is no perfect being, we all have our flaws, but we all can't deny that there are flaws which are way too 'flawish' and such could be detrimental to a home or relationship.<br />
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What do you think?<br />
Please unlike the last <a href="http://rellanaija.blogspot.com/2015/06/odd-question-can-child-inherit.html?m=1" target="_blank">post</a>, someone should please agree with me for once biko..<br />
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Over the weekend, I travelled to one of these small but mighty towns in Delta State to see my uncle sorry brother *step*, always thought he was my uncle until a few years ago when my dad corrected that impression. Thank God for Journey mercies, but it was a sorry one, sat close to a kind of troublesome mentally deranged, deaf and dumb lady with a strong body and mouth odour, she kept drinking sachets of Chelsea 'kai kai' one after the other right from the park to our destination. It was horrible! And I made to type a post during the course of the 1hr 15minutes journey but not to be cos each time I try to type, the lady always wanted to see what I was doing and in the process, she ended up pressing her dirty looking clothes and unwashed body into mine.</span><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Well I guess all that coupled with the cold breezing in through the windows while I was returning home contributed to my near illness since yesterday. Just wasn't feeling myself today even as fine as I was, I knew I was very fine today! *was in a hurry this morning so couldn't take a min out of my limited time to snap a pic*. Please forgive me for the long absence, the upper week was filled with so much work, a report we were told to submit in two weeks time was suddenly moved down to one week. Also I was typing a post on Microsoft Word when my phone crashed one kind of funny crash where everything blank out leaving only the home screen. Thanks so much for your understanding. <a href="http://mololasblog.com/" target="_blank">Molola</a>, I sight you! I have really missed you all.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Okay that's that, On my way back home, I dropped in to see a former school friend, she offered to fill me in on everything that has been happening in school, I declined 'cos I was having a mild headache and knew I wouldn't be more interactive which could turn everything to a kind of monologue. She insisted that </span><span style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">she only needed my listening ears and not my voice. So I obliged, reminding her of how I hate petty gossips. 'girl this one is worth it!', she said. I laughed at that and she started off..</span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">She told me about two former colleagues of mine though they were in Geology option. "Michael and </span><span style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Janice slept together ", she said abruptly. "And so?". But even before I finished utttering the word, I remembered they weren't even dating though they were kind of 'good' friends back then and come to think of it, Michael has been engaged to Janice's best friend for over a year now! The 200l fiancee heard about the whole ish and called off the engagement. </span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Michael couldn't take it, heard he tried to commit suicide, the girl became alarmed and in fear she took him back. While Michael is alleging that Janice drugged his drink and seduced him, Janice is telling everyone Michael raped her. So who are we to believe?.</span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Let me leave the boy out of this, I want to talk about Janice. This gurl seems kind of possessed. The relationships she has broken in that school is uncountable. She does all this for fun I think, because her dad is well to do like very well but she sleeps around like mad. Loves exposing her body, I pity the lecturers and students. So I want to ask when and where did such a little girl learn all this? Some say </span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">high school, really? Then someone brought an odd but not so odd talk, that she probably inherited her wild ways from her parents. Incredible! But looking at it all, it just might be true, were one of her parents the wild type back in the days, she could probably have gotten that from them. The sin of the father on the children?.. I dunno!.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> Like me and my siblings got so many odd things and beautiful traits or habits or whatever from our dad. We all almost write in the same way he does like you couldn't tell the father's from the child and also we all bite on our nails like he does but me I have been able to conquer my own, I hate it but back then it was hard to stop. Also, I and my immediate younger one sits the way he sits, cross legged. Hate that as well and gradually limiting it. So if a child can inherit this much from the parents, bearing in mind that they are not directly related with the blood or chromosome, how much more can a child inherit?</span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Am I wrong or right?</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15942072157225085511noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4377406582676882029.post-81414368724522518062015-06-01T09:00:00.000+01:002015-06-01T09:00:06.354+01:00Love is a Mystery My aim is to understand love and life in general. Somethings are like a mystery to me. It's kind of like am torn between two worlds, sorry that's not even possible because it's just 'one' world now. I feel like am being stupid. But answer me a question, which would you choose?, a relationship where the other loves you to pieces and yours measures a little more than a drop of rain or a relationship where you love the other greatly but his love that's if there is any at all, is little. Why am I happier with little than more. God! I could never understand love I fear, practically, it seems I want to hurt my self judging by my choice. But no, for everything man does or say, there is a reason, so I must have one for choosing this path. For a long time now this choice I made has been fair to me at least to the best of my knowledge.<br />
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My aim is to understand love.. I feel like am not loving enough, I know am holding back, I know I can give more than I have already. I think one of the reasons why I love this 'little love' more is because I hate obsessive love, don't love me too much.. just love me simply. If I go more than this I will spill too much than I intended.<br />
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Although my aim is to understand love, and although I suffer to think of the people to whom I gave my heart, I see that those who touched my heart failed to arouse my body and that those who aroused my body failed to touch my heart... Life is a mystery.<br />
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Whoops, June is here! I want it to roll as fast as it's younger lad(May) and be triple productive for us all. Show some love even to people who don't deserve it and always pray for Nigeria!<br />
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Hiya lovelies! Can't believe we just entered a new week, last week was like a blur to me, can't really figure how I spent the hours but I know for a huge part, my head was buried deep in my new project am working on and the calculations are out of this world. Hence my absence here for a while now.. first, wishing you all a happy new week and I pray it be productive and fun filled for us all.<br />
So I have been going round some blogs and virtually everyone seems to be talking about weddings! Yes weddings as in Naija weddings.. before I start my near rant let me let you all know I went to one of these arrange 3 canopies inside one community primary school field kind of wedding reception early this month and mehn it was da bomb! As in since I hardly eat anything at wedding venues, I was just packing all the packaged rice that was coming my way, drinks were rolling in like mad. <br />
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I figured the time it will take me to take a quick shower, dress and make up and knew it would be like evening before I got there. Eventually I went after much cajoling and promises from my friends who were all males. They promised to take me somewhere to get stuffs they know I couldn't resist (sharwama, barbecue (matured catfish oo and chocolates) after the close of the wedding. Just the thought of that day is making me smile like a Cheshire here, lolz. Okay that day was good..</div>
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But except for that wedding the remaining few I have been to have been near catastrophic. That's how I form smart, use my feeding money in year two for one full week to buy is it Aso-ebi abi bridal train I can't remember but sha we are like those pretty damsels who throw erm 'foam spray' and shiny shiny at the bride and groom. My BFF who knew the lady who was getting married told me and the other girls we were paying that exorbitant amount because the Indian wear was coming straight from India. The moment I heard India, my ears stood erect like a dog's, I paid sharply though up till today I still owe that lady 1k because I was angry and didn't have any money then. The moment I saw the long fat over voluptuous maxi skirt and Delta women blouse they sew for us with our names tagged to it like trophies, I knew for sure that I may never pay the remaining 1k, yes because they deceived me. The material they used was nothing close to the Indian wears, it was looking more like materials used in making over cheap curtains. I shouted at my friend who introduced me to the lady getting married who I have never met in my life, I told her she must have connived with her to put me in hunger. I threatened them, called the lady that I wouldn't be coming for the wedding because I just couldn't imagine myself wearing that 'buluku' of a skirt all in the name of bridal train. She pleaded and pleaded with me, also the other girls were like the 'skirt isn't that bad' and so I went for the wedding, couldn't help but frown my face throughout the ceremony at the church or Kingdom Hall (she is a witness). To top it all we sat on the second row so I couldn't gist with my friends just kpele kpele glances between us to console ourselves.<br />
But ehn, the reception was mad, I don't know if it is because of the no drumming thing at their place of worship, because they were all dancing like there is no tomorrow, hip hop, they dance, dancehall, they dance even blues they dance! And to top it all based on Igbe dancer kind of skirt girls that we were, we were made to sit on the podium close to the couple. The chunk of cake the bride left on the tray after doing feed your husband thing vanished into our bags, drinks were disappearing from the table. My friends all said we must recover our money one way or the other. We only stopped collecting rice when our bags were filled to the point that we couldn't zip it close.. but after I ate the small servings of rice for two days, hunger dealt with me that week in school and I promised my spirit that I wouldn't try that rubbish again..buy Aso-ebi at an amount that could get me three good jeans!<br />
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<br />So am just trying to settle down over at my new settlement, mehn it's not easy oo, waking up early when normally I could be still lazing around in bed by sunset. Hmmn, right now until I can fit in well enough in my cubicle, I might just be a walking humpty dumpty , am not yet use to this terrain, still painstakingly forming quiet girl all day. Hopefully, this charade would end soon and I can be myself though still not myself, probably another charade but then with a different character while I try to catch the vibe of everything going on around there. You understand? Don't mind me, so let's leave that aside.<br />
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Want to ask a question, I need candid answers please... okay maybe this is probably for more of ladies than guys. Here it goes: how did you react the first time a person addressed you as ma'am?. Ah ah! Rella is that the question you wanted to ask?, Yes ma'am.. hehe. Like the first time someone addressed me as ma'am, I just didn't like it, this lady must be thinking am very old and trust me most ladies don't want to hear that they are old or rather getting old. ehn! But that was not what I felt the first time and never again. Some women over here where I live can slap your eyes till they pop out of their sockets if you dare call them mama or ma'am. Conventionally, ma'am is a word connoting respect for those who are addressed in such manners but I have come to realise different women see being called ma'am in different light. Like me I don't just like it, I don't like too much formality instead just call me by my name than adding a ridiculous sister, ma'am or aunty. Infact a 10 years old can address me by my first name and I wouldn't mind. But the thing is that even if you don't mind, our African society will mind for you. They will instruct the younger generation to greet with all manners of ma'am of which I am not too comfortable with. Well these days I just have to do with being called ma'am or aunty because it seems to want otherwise will be termed as one being rude or being afraid to grow old.<br />
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What about you? How did you react when you were first called a ma'am? Do you feel it should be a thing of joy or pride at being addressed as a ma'am?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15942072157225085511noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4377406582676882029.post-78857473255543635392015-05-15T00:09:00.001+01:002015-05-15T00:16:38.677+01:00When will I see You Again? Where do I start from? First let me begin by asking the most needful: how are you all doing my dear friends? I just hope life's been fair to you. Please first of all, pay no attention to the post title up there, it's just some lines from a song. I don't know why, <i>Adele's</i> songs keep playing in my head all day. How I have always wished life cycle could go exactly as planned, but we all know how that is near impossible #sighs.. <i>if wishes were horses, then Rella would ride</i>.<br />
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I'm afraid things might have to change around here slightly, initially when I started our blog I posted articles just a couple of times a week. Then seeing that a job placement I was expecting was taking forever to come, I decided to post every day because I practically had no commitment whatsoever.. but now have gotten something that kinda needs my fifth senses in place for the better part of the day. So ama have to cut down my activities here. I will be officially dropping one or two lines here on Mondays and Thursdays. Notwithstanding, I will always come around anyday <span style="font-family: sans-serif;">am chanced </span>in between to say hello to you all. The thing is that I never wanted it this way but most times, I prepare most of the write ups here at night 'cos then my head seems to be more active *chuckles*, is it me just being me or does it have something to do with the quiet at night? When I say night it means from about 1-4am for me, sadly I need those hours of rest even though I really do not need it per se. But I have to rest and be up at the wake of dawn in order to feel refreshed for the day's task in which I have been blessed with from out of the blues. So there we go, I hope you pardon me and show understanding..<br />
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Hiya Ya all. Glad to have you around again. Phew i've missed this blog like mad in the past couple of days. Am deeply sorry for the inconsistency. Travelled here to come work out some stuffs but it seems the stress of it all is beginning to tell on me, my health not on the best of times right now there is this persistent headache (I refuse to call it migraine) for days now that just wouldn't go, it's almost driving me crazy, I think/reason too much and it hits hard at me. To even gist is a problem and you know how blogging here takes a whole lot of good reasoning.<br />
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Gear up fam! there is a topic here up for discussion. Ehn because the thing is confusing me one kind oo even though I argued it out with so much confidence when my elder sis and I were reasoning it out a few days ago...Lolz So my elder sis happened to give a tailor who is a close relative of ours some piece of material to sew for her. Okay this relative started learning the craft of sewing barely 5months ago and when she finished sewing of my sister's gown, my sister had a bunch of complaints about the gown and unfortunately for me I was the only one at home so she came to me with her bags of complaints. She felt this relative of ours wasn't learning hard enough hence the little mistakes on the hems here and there but I felt she was learning well enough but must have finally reached her KNOWLEDGE LIMIT. Yeah why do I feel a huge percentage of humans have their knowledge limit especially for crafts and skill jobs.<br />
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Okay please permit me to rumble from left to right from here on: the thing is that I believe there is a limit to which a man can learn 'cos that is like his limit.. * I told you before, rumble continues* Meet these class of humans... Class A who is so INTELLIGENT and almost like a genius, he watches you do a thing maybe painting or weaving for say a few weeks and before you know it he is able to do same as much as you do or maybe even better. These set of people are extremely good and passion for a project or work is all they need to stay creative and on top. Then class B are the people who find it difficult to catch some works they are probably learning easily, they can be there for years learning and wouldn't get past one certain stage which to them is the best but which could be a basic to someone else in the same field. These set of people can't think outside the box of their limit even though they are learning from the best experts in that field. To me it's not the way they are, almost as if they were born that way. This is not about those talks about someone being able to do/achieve all things if only he believes or is determined to. I believe it's about him not being able to reach past his thinking but because there is no pathway or neuro-network to break past his limit. <i>Are you understanding me?.. </i><br />
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Okay, were these people born this way?, no of course not, because the Bible says God who is the Creator of all things is not a partial God, so definitely He wouldn't give one 'brains' more than the other. what happened then to these people? I believe it also has to do with being able to hone your God given or learned skills irrespective of your intelligence. Hmmn, intelligence comes in again.. how did the genius become a genius?, overnight? NO. He started working on the abilities to be able to make the best out of anything he finds himself doing and there comes in diligence.. he keeps at it especially from a tender age, he sharpens his senses at any given opportunity and he is a man of endless ideas, "what if I do it like this or like that", he is always asking himself. But the class B does a thing and tag it 'bestest ever' even if it is worse. He rarely ever sees past that horizon no matter how shallow.. am I making sense? Issorite rumble enough before I miss the point.<br />
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So what's up clan, what do you think about this whole limit ish?, this is just my take on it and I would like to know yours and please this rumble is open to criticisms and corrections.<br />
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Love you all. Stay blessed as we enter the new week. Bye!<br />
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First want to say am sorry about the no post-yesterday. Not intentional... it was a busy day for me and no good network signal right here where I visited. So I paid a courtesy visit to my school and hell! A lot has happened since I left here, please permit me to talk about it. Do you know that the funny old collation officer for Rivers state in the last presidential elections was a former VC in my school? The funny man that shouted 'Jesus' before he read out the number of votes for PDP in which President Goodluck dust General Buhari the way a Cheetah would to a dog were they to be in a race. So my school have a new VC don't know his name though and I pray the changes Nigeria's president elect have been drumming about won't be anything like the kind of changes this new VC brought.. First He restricted Okadas to just the main gate making me trek for about 10 more minutes, then this man increased the school fees of my friends still schooling here, the fees they pay now is like double of the former amount. Okay that is that...<br />
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Also heard a disheartening news.. a friend of mine (though hi! hi! kind of) was withdrawn from the school *sad face* , guess his grades were not good enough. Heard his wealthy parents went to the school authorities to try and straighten things out (obviously with some cash), but it didn't work out and now he's left the school. This brings me to the question of the day... Would you as a parent give your son/daughter money to go bribe/sort/block a lecturer so he can increase his grades? And would you as a student do such? Mind you there is even an option of cash or kind especially for the female folks hehe..<br />
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Hmmn, tomorrow is gonna be another (busy) day for me so I might go MIA for the day but let's see how it goes.. Byyeee!<br />
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Do you know the fuel which is as scarce as a coin in Nigeria is totally free like fruits growing in the wilds? Crude oil forms at high temperature ( not greater than 435 degree Celsius) from mostly the breakdown of plants and sea organisms in anaerobic environments devoid of sunlight and it takes millions of years before it becomes mature enough to form crude oil which is then drilled making these politicians feel like they own Nigeria...<br />
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Do you know that the minimum metres (international standard) a borehole is suppose to be distanced from a soakaway pit is 100 metres. This is done so the fluid from the soakaway pit won't infiltrate into the underground water. Sad though because most people don't keep to this standard...<br />
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Do you know the best place where you can get detailed breakdown of the happenings in sports and politics in Nigeria is at the newspaper stands. There you will see group of men dissecting the front page of newsprints like they read the full story but these men hardly ever buy a paper home..<br />
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Do you know that Nigeria is the only country in the world where a man steals 25 billion naira and is ordered to pay just 3 million by the judge in order to avoid jail.. Are you doubting me?.. Google Michael Igbinedion and see for yourself...<br />
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Do you know it's only in Nigeria you pay for a birthday sms your bank sends you. It's just to let you know nothing is ever free...<br />
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Add yours if you know...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15942072157225085511noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4377406582676882029.post-50618577223453278192015-05-03T14:52:00.003+01:002015-05-03T14:54:47.608+01:00Thanksgiving Sunday! <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Am so excited to be part of another Thanksgiving Sunday, I always look forward to every Sunday with so much joy! The year is running so fast, and even though it may not be rolling out smoothly as planned for some, we still got to say a big thank you to God, yes! You and I won't be here today if not for him, I know you agree with me on that. So I just want to say a big thank you to God for EVERYTHING He has done.<br />
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Join me to praise and give thanks to God I believe this month of May is going to be bigger and greater for us all...Yeah May is the unique fifth month of the year and it stands for Peace, Speed, Grace and Mercy! What other things do you think the month of May stands for?<br />
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Do have a blessed day and a beautiful week ahead!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15942072157225085511noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4377406582676882029.post-47428480039820970852015-05-02T14:08:00.000+01:002015-05-02T17:25:11.787+01:00Scribblings..How should I describe you<br />
In your own season you come into my life<br />
And sometimes disturb my plans throughout your stay<br />
I can't say I totally like your visits all the time no no no no..<br />
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The last time before you came you gave your usual warnings<br />
And diligently and respectfully I gave you all my attention<br />
You know I hate when you crawl up on me unexpectedly<br />
'Cos then I may not be prepared for you<br />
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I can't hold it no more my anger will I vent out<br />
Don't make me go back on my words<br />
I still have that little childish plan in my head for you<br />
But mama have made me promise her I would drop that plan<br />
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Don't you think the pains you bring are too much for me?<br />
Each month you bring your torments without mercy<br />
See am even afraid to write about you<br />
Lest you bring your wrath more on me<br />
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The young unmarried damsel prays never to miss you<br />
The expecting wife prays never to see you<br />
It's amazing to know you are the pathway to some new life<br />
Hell you are one of a kind!<br />
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Yeahhhhh! It's a beautiful sunny day over at my end, how is the weather like at your end..raining, sunny, snowy for my Western friends *wink* like seriously how do you Americans understand my Wafi English here sometimes...hehe. I hope you are all doing great...Enjoy your day clan!<br />
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<a name='more'></a>I just want to reach out to some group of peeps out there... the ones that have never had an iota of belief in themselves, you know what clan that is one of the worst thing that can ever happen to a man: unbelief of one's self and abilities. Your words of encouragement to these category of people is like words falling on a hard rock it will yield no result. This folks' biggest problem is just unbelief. Funny though to think that that could be a man's biggest problem, and next comes fear for them. This two (unbelief and fear) holds them ransom and makes them stagnant. They fear to venture into any business or trade, they don't believe they can pass that exam they have sat for, they don't feel they can get past a few first steps.<br />
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My 2 cents please.. I just believe there is nothing a man cannot do if he has his own backing wholeheartedly in body, spirit and mind. You are who you think you are, a success, a failure, a nobody. Never let negative thoughts fill your mind they do nothing more than weigh you down and slow your race, make a wall of positivity around your mind. If you are finding it hard to do it on your own talk to a matured mind about it and also find that thing/person that inspires you, there is always something/one that inspires us. Take time out to have some moments for your self and look back on your journey so far, see if you are still on the right track. I feel a man's best friend is himself and if you are not there to believe in him and stick to his values, who will? You are the Biggest fan of your self, it takes more of you to build an empire than a thousand paid staff.<br />
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I pray you find yourself while the sun still shines, a man does not stay young forever neither does he live forever, don't be lost in self unbelief and miss out on one phase of life so you won't be caught up in the learning/ working phase when you should be earning or returning..<br />
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Welcome to another beautiful month fam! I pray it be productive, fulfilling, fun filled and one filled with happiness for you all...<br />
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How would you describe last month? Did you have set goals for it, how far did you go in accomplishing them?<br />
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Have you ever seen a month old baby walking unaided on his feet? I bet your answer is in line with mine: NO. A new born don't just start taking his first steps a couple of months after he was born, there are phases he must pass through before he can take his first shaky steps, he first learn how to crawl, sit, walk and maybe then he can learn to run. In the same vain I feel as humans, there are some phases/patterns we all have to go through in life, I grouped these phases into learning/working, earning and returning..<br />
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But you know what? If you look around closely, you will notice many of our youths of today only want to experience one part.. <u>Earning. </u>Let me put it plainly for us, they don't want to work but want to have a Range Sports and in their quest for a short cut to riches they delve into all manner of crook ways for a financial gain. There is no way you can be poor if you follow the patterns of life. See just know in your teens or youthfulness, your primary objective in life should be learning, focusing on your purposes, exploring your God given talents, finding out new skills and learning your trade well. If really you are on track with your purpose and you diligently learn your trade, the earning part will come easy and maybe then you can work on giving back to society..<br />
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All these phases have their timing and only you know how to fix them rightly into your life so you can come out a success. Young people are so eager to leave the learning phase these days, just relax and keep working hard at it and even you will be surprised at how the next phase will creep up on you unexpectedly. To my elders who by oversight didn't lay a proper foundation in their youth, don't panic or worry because no one is ever too old to learn.. Keep learning, work hard, because everyone has the potential to finish well in life with the right attitude. Don't give up 'cos you never might know how close you were if you do!<br />
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Who agrees with me that there are phases we all have to go through in life as humans which must be followed categorically in a way..Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15942072157225085511noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4377406582676882029.post-45863598649128356662015-04-29T12:57:00.002+01:002015-04-29T12:57:40.059+01:00The Juggler<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Hiya lovelieees! Top of the day to you all, so how is the week going? It's been cool for me as the week rolls by.. so wanna ask when did women turn jugglers? Especially for the working mum who juggles between work, kids and keeping the home. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Right now I know of a new mum, yeah I call her new 'cos she has less than a year-old baby and her marriage is less than two years old. After she gave birth, she left her work in order to take care of her son, and now she would like to work again but she is so confused about what to do with her son knowing he needs all the care she can give him 'cos of his fragile nature as a lil lad. She thought of dropping him off at a Creche before running off to work but her mother in-law would have none of that, sighting the case of the recent kidnap of the Orekoya kids by a nanny. Mother in-law ha</span><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">s told her to wait till he can start kindergarten before she can work again but she is not too happy about it seeing that the load of catering for the house is becoming too much for her husband. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> I also know of a staff in my school, I happened to go with her home one day after the close of work and what I saw baffled me, this lady locked her son of about 2 years old inside the house with the nanny taking care of him with a lock. Probably she wasn't doing that before, the recent kidnap of the Orekoya kids seems to have put mothers on a new level of security with their nannies. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">We have heard of many cases of child abuse and kidnapping associated with nannies. So if the employment of nannies goes out of options for the working mum what is to be clan? Should a mother skip/resign from her work just so she can take care of her kids at home until they are old enough to take care of them selves? Please I would like to know your take on this. Feel free to air your views.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Merci!</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15942072157225085511noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4377406582676882029.post-84916730338368168072015-04-28T11:00:00.000+01:002015-04-28T11:00:01.197+01:00What colour represents you?You know how they say show me your friends and I will tell you who you are.. this time around it's show me your colour and I will tell you who you are..hehe.<br />
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You know what colour represents me? It's black, I love black coloured clothes, black men *biko am not a racist*, black shoes, bags, you just name it. But you know how they also say the colour black represents evil or mourning or unhappiness. *sighs* my family have been killing my dream of black nation. Mummy nearly go in tears each time she sees me in all black outfit, she goes all <i>black is not a good colour, don't you know someone meeting you for the first time will think you are mourning.</i> Sometimes when I finally agree to off one or all of the black outfits I find out I normally am not much happy about it but have to do it anyway to make my mummy happy (one person I would gladly or grudgingly displease my self for before marriage is my mother). The thing is I feel more comfortable in black knowing it does not draw much attention from people (men) to myself.<br />
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Not that I don't like bright colours but I really do feel most comfortable wearing black outfit (especially a complete black outfit). Sometimes I look for a little trouble by wearing it on a Friday. All those over sabi folks that will make to ask me silly questions wouldn't dare when they see the look on my face..lolz.<br />
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So tell me what colour represents you and why do you like it?<br />
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Remember God gave you the bricks to work on, you just make it mould and He will work on seeing it dry and coming out in good shape. Work your dreams to life!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15942072157225085511noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4377406582676882029.post-87151499259569146972015-04-27T13:44:00.001+01:002015-04-30T12:16:53.853+01:00Who loves this fruit like me?..<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Hiya guys! So how are you all doing? I thank God I 've finally made it back home from my last of many journeys. No more travels for now... </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Why do the hinter villages have fruits and even foods more than the urban areas? On my way back I saw quite a variety of fruits been displayed by the women in the locals. And me I love 'sucking' mango die, who knows and love sucking mango like me in the house?. Too bad I had already finished licking it before I thought to snap. Mehn the aroma of that mango is just too appealing to the nostrils, I doubt there will be anyone who does not like that fruit *sorry there must be, not everyone knows a good fruit* in Nigeria. You know what fam.. I think the aroma/scent from that fruit could be extracted to make some nice perfumes, what do you think? *my Igbo brothers please take note* hehe.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Guess what??? Today is the wedding anniversary of our amiable reader Jummy Jenmi (Mrs). Most of you should likely know her here. She is a regular commenter, she is been there for me right from the start. This goes to wishing her a Happy Marriage Anniversary. I pray God grant you and your hubby all your heart desires ( children (up to 12), good health, </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">happiness, peace, wealth, long life, prosperity and </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">more) . You shall celebrate many more anniversaries with good health and happiness in the years to come.. Appreciate to have met a friend like you, thanks so much for your kind encouragements... Bon Anniversarie! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">P.S: Jummy dear please send me your preferred network to my email address Egwors4real@gmail.com so I can send you a top up to call family and friends on your anniversary. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Okay stay safe lovelies, do have a nice day! </span><br />
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