This blog shares the author's authentic stories, and personal anecdotes on life. It promises to offer an inspiring read to its readers and hopes to make a positive impact in the life of its readers.
33k For Corpers as Buhari Signs New Wage Bill Into Law
Something horrible happened to me recently. Turns out it is one of my 2021 highlights Quite a lengthy read tho... I was all packed to leave for Brighton from London. Had one piece of luggage and a backpack, with my purse hanging in front of me. Got on the bus, then on a train and then landed at the National rail station to board to Brighton. It would take 8mins for the train to arrive so I sat on a waiting chair where a young man was already seated, greeted him with a smile and sat beside him, with my backpack on the middle seat separating us. Train arrived and I jumped on it, sat on a seat beside the toilet but decided to move to another cos of how close it was to the toilet. My earphones were plugged in throughout most of the journey. One & half hours into the journey we arrived at Brighton and people were already stood up waiting to alight, I noticed my backpack was missing.😳🤯 Scurried over and under my seat, see if it was there, but no, it wasn’t. Left...
Being May27, when she marks her golden jubilee, she celebrates her 50years of existence, commercialization, survival, thrive and haste! Lemme tell you about this city: “THE CENTER OF EXCELLENCE” - LAGOS STATE! Welcome to Lagos where you don’t ask questions as a stranger, else you get a dumb response or totally misled. Welcome to Lagos where you need to hold your change in a public transport else... you’re on your own Welcome to Lagos where everybody is automatically a “Yoruba”. Everybody speaks Yoruba to everybody. Welcome to Lagos where everybody in a marccopolo bus is shouting “Owa Oooh”! Welcome to Lagos where passengers jump into a moving vehicle... I almost fell off the bus the first time I tried that. Welcome to Lagos where everybody is always on transit, with or without a destination. Welcome to Lagos where cars are more than the stars in the sky. Welcome to Lagos where everybody in a wealthy home have cars; even the...
Episode 6... 28th December came the big day, The almighty Calabar carnival itself. A festival of culture, colors and life! In fact Christmas Day in Calabar was not as colorful as the Calabar carnival day itself. Xmas dey trek for where Carnival dey,...It was a blast! Just before it’s 1pm when the major routes will be blocked, Lucy and I left early to get our nails and hair fixed. We meandered our way through to Watts market... Hmmmm, coman see babes, see chicks, slay queens, and hardcore Calabar babes with their hairy yellow skin and 'Yam-Legs'...lol, (abeg na joke o) some don dey there since early mor mor! All queued up in the various saloons, either changing their hairstyles, attaching artificial lashes, carving their brows, fixing nails and others doing “bend-down-select”. We wait wait wait ooooo!... Until it finally got to our turn, after hers was done, Lucy immediately rushed off and left me behind cos she was part of the bands participating in the carni...
Unlike the USA, there aren’t many guns in the UK, and people barely have access to it. A colleague was narrating how she was almost robbed in her neighborhood, and when I asked what weapon the criminal used she said it was a knife. Knife crime is on the rise in many parts of London and across the UK. That’s why it is quite difficult to walk into a shop in the UK to buy a knife. Firstly, not many shops sell knives and the ones that sell will ask for some sort of proof or ID before selling, thereby making them quite difficult to access. Obviously, in America, there’s a high record of gun violence. Someone can literally walk into a shop and get a gun, from what I heard, it is that easy. And so, between the UK and the US, I really can’t say one is better as per knife or gun violence because both of them are capable of sending people to their graves. In one community in London, I witnessed a knife crime incident where a secondary school kid was stabbed right in front of his scho...
One of the proudest things I’ve done in my life is resigning from a toxic work environment. I once worked with this Start-up organization, where the CEO was a real bossy boss. He was walking in his “CEO shoes” every day of his life, he was so obsessed with achieving his dream for his org that he cared less about his employees! We would use our personal emails and our personal mobile number to reach out to clients. I remember suggesting that a work phone should be provided for me because the clients were beginning to encroach on my personal space, but I was told off and tagged a complainer. In so many ways we were going out of our way to help him achieve his goals for his organization, yet these sacrifices meant nothing to him. He kept demanding more. He’d give us tasks that encroached into our weekends even though working weekends wasn’t part of our employment contract, and when we fell short of delivery he’d scold us so harshly, making us feel like ...
So apart from “Writing”, another right thing I find interest in is “ COOKING ”. And this feat got more interesting during my service year, as I explored various aspects of “Pot” and “Fire”. Cooking for yourself and cooking for a crowd are two different adventures. My stay in the family house (National Association of Catholic Corpers, NACC lodge) during my service really gave me an opportunity to explore that feminine department called the ‘kitchen’. I find it often enjoyable when I’m scheduled for kitchen duty, coupled with the fact that I worked partly in a catering institution and my PPA which happens to be a hotel where I sometimes had to switch over to the kitchen if need be, but then this matter nor be child’s. Twas an Herculean task but a “ Chestable ” one . The stress was always double when Corpers were newly brought from camp, cooking becomes more interesting and crazy cos we cook for like 60 person with firewood. You go pick beans, com peel ...
Episode 3 Twas 12am already but I said lai lai, This Tiwa savage and Tuface wey dey Com Calabar so, I must see them. Was dead earnest to be part of the show. Night turned day, sleep fly comot my eyes sharp sharp, hit my friend up Lucy Oya let's ball, Calabar uber straight to the venue zuuuuuuum and boom we arrived the event hall @CICC Calabar. Na there we enter gbese! It'll shock you to find out our real situation. So the regular ticket was 3k per individual hence my friend and I were to pay 6k, Oya bring out money pay for ticket na..., as I shook hand for bag say make I bring money, you wee not believe what happened! My brothers and sisters, na there I discover say our money nor reach to buy tickets. We were so inundated with the enthusiasm to attend the event such that we forgot to ensure we had enough cash for tickets. After we don dress tight, with full package and makeup 💄 on fleek ...*Hands on my head* NAWA! See fallen hand o, how we go ...
I’ve had conversations with many Nigerians in diaspora, and through these conversations, I realized that a large percentage of them really have the desire to be back in Nigeria, Including the ones who have already attained citizenship status in these various countries. They want to be back to a country where they are recognized and not discriminated against; A society where there’s community life, accessible local food, and a much easier life. They just want to be HOME, because there’s no place like it. But they all have a request and a wish before they return. They’re not asking for much. From my conversation with them, I identified similar comments peculiar to them all, and that includes : 1. Security 2. Light 3. Good education 4. Sustainable and accessible healthcare 5. Motorable roads and more railway transport, Amongst others. The first two options in this list are the most commonly mentioned. My dear Nigerians, is this too much to ask for...
E don tay wey we dey hear the story, so I decided to have my share of the whole paparazzi experience. My Christmas celebration was kinda different this year away from fam but fun all the same. Didn’t plan on spending it differently until an impromptu call for my presence came from the Federal Neuro Psychiatric hospital in Calabar as they planned a celebration for the #ONEBIGFAMILY and needed me to be part of it. Next morning headed straight to AKTC park and after a long hectic 7hrs journey, gbam! I landed in Calabar. Oh lawd! You can imagine the journey in this festive season when ills and accidents are recorded, lemme not just bore u with my encounter with the driver whose plan was to make me run my innocent battery down with music banging in my earpiece as he blasted us with so so ibo songs back to back Long story cut short I landed Cally (Calabar) safe and sound, no scratch. The story Kon worwor as
Night turned day in Calabar as we savored every minute of the carnival till the last bone. I nor gree go house, as I made sure that I saw every band, their presentation and costumes which was lit. As at 1.am I was still walking, following the huge crowds of people from all walks of life trekking on the road like the people of Israel heading the promise land. Sleep departed for a while but trust me, as a 10 O’clock sleeper that I am, I couldn’t hold back for long. I Dey do ‘Strong head’, Dey from ‘Agbakara’, remain small I for land for inside gutter duuuuuuum as I began sleeping-walking and reeling like Clint De Drunk but thank Jah for my buddy who stood beside me John Edom, he held my hand like a baby and led me to the path of “Right-teousness” while I sleep-walked. I saw kids running around and doing the Jerusalem trekking too, women and men and babes of my age still catching the midnight fun and the whole electrifying exuberance. I just couldn’t accept the fact that I...
Comments
Post a Comment