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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...
The UK has a very contagious reading culture. The habit of reading is something I find very fascinating, being a book lover myself! In the UK, you’ll find people reading books on the bus, train, plane, in the park, on the streets, and even while walking on the road (which is unsafe btw) lol. They not only read books, but they also read and leave for others to read. You could be walking around a neighborhood and find books lying outside someone’s house with the caption “they’re free, help yourself”. Snapshots of book lovers reading on the train/bus - captured by Progress Oberiko "Free books, please help yourself" In charity shops, you’ll find tons of donated books sold at very cheap rates. It is such a lovely culture. And lately, as a bookworm, I’ve found myself retracing my steps back to my first love – books! I’ve recently started Investing in books again and falling in love with my reading passion all over again. Not only with hard copy books but also audiobooks. Last yea...
Looking for an apartment in London is like looking for a life partner. Very similar characteristics: You’ll see the one with a good location: proximity to market, bus station, etc, but has a tiny tiny room. 🤦🏻♀️ If you eventually find one of good size, the rent price will be enough to buy land in your home country! If you say you should go for a shared apartment to save cost, you will see the one with too many flatmates (4-7 people under one roof)! With a high tendency of noise and discord! And I don’t recommend this if you’re a student! You will also see the one that has only one bathroom (with like 7 Flatmates sharing it), and you’ll literally have to queue to shower! You will also find houses where flatmates have pets—pets that’ll be sharing the kitchen with you 😥 . And if you’re someone like me who has a phobia for animals, you’re finished! It’s just so difficult to find one that ticks all the boxes, especially if you’re on a budget: Space, locatio...
If you’re a SECRETARY or PUBLIC RELATIONS OFFICER or PROTOCOL OFFICER or CUSTOMER CARE ASSISTANT or SECURITY PERSONNEL... or if you intend to become one of these; Then this is for you! Never look down on a person who has come to see your boss or to make enquiries. You know why? That person could be your boss someday. Some PAs and Secretaries have stood as a hinderance to people’s destiny, just because people have to pass through their desk before getting through to the boss, they take advantage of that privilege and frustrate people’s efforts. They’ll never smile with you. They begin to feel like an over bloated coward; raising shoulders, snubbing, and acting all cold and bossy when approached. Some will even take advantage and exploit the visitor either by sex or by cash. You bloody fools! You’ll not remain there forever remember? And even if you do, you’ll only be a servant all your life. Some important letters don’t get to the boss because of their SECRETARIES and ...
So I’ve always wanted to model, to be on a billboard, do fashion, makeup, or something. It’s a passion I had low-key. Not because of the cliched assumption that “every tall slim girl should be a model”, but because I loved myself so much, and wished to put myself out there. This pushed me to apply to many modeling agencies back in Nigeria. I applied left, right and center, but with no luck. Though I had reservations. And my reservations were that I didn’t fancy bikini modeling or pageantry. I knew what I wanted, so I just kept pitching and reaching out to loads and loads of agencies, but without any success. So one day, I found an advert on a billboard, by a modeling agency calling for models. I showed up on the day of the audition amongst many other young girls, but I got turned down because I asked questions. Lol Here’s how it happened: So after the audition, I was selected. And part of the process required filling some forms and signing off a contract. I sat down...
Episode 1 You be wondering that from all the festivities last December, No pictures, No posts, okay, now I’m ready to share ... A lil gist about how I spent my Christmas. Unlike the normal routine, 2018’s was varied and it turned out the most colorful of em all. You don’t wanna miss the juicy details... My Xmas celebration went down in Cally (Calabar), Beginning with a birthday celebration where I turned out to be the MC lol. The smell Of Christmas in Cally evokes into existence a place called “Christmas Village” in Calabar where night becomes day, and day looks forward to becoming night. Mhen ...you need to feel the ebullient smoke oozing from the arena. You don’t wanna go home. Married men abandon their wives to come steal the night fun, bankers in their suit drop by from work, taxi drivers park their cabs to take a bottle or two, passers by ain’t missing out too. Both young and old, people in their hodgepodge trooping in and out in thousands, If you have a lost daughter,...
Those of you that’ll take a cab or Uber or public transport, and block your ears with earphones, seriously slamming music without paying attention to what is being discussed in the vehicle, calls made by the driver or signs along the journey- whether long or short; Be careful! That song you’re listening to, you have played it before, you can play it later when you get home. Don’t be carried away! Forming a tush guy or posh babe; Pressing your phone throughout the entire journey and chatting consistently is a risk itself. This life is too short for you to be shut out of your environment or be oblivious of what ought to be obvious! Things are happening my dear, take caution! Instead of listening to music with an earpiece, most times I explore other ways to enjoy my journey. Especially when it’s an Uber or a cab, where I’m alone with the driver - a total stranger! I rather initiate a chat, by first asking about his welfare or about work for the day, or his family. Say...
Sometimes we spend our whole lives trying to find our PURPOSE , PASSION , CAREER or hoping for a DREAM JOB , but we may just have been living out that purpose without knowing. This is inspiring! Whosever it is that may have put this camera on him is surely a fortune teller! Trust me he didn’t study PHOTOGRAPHY or ‘CAMEROLOGY’ in school; what he studied is HUMAN PHYSIOLOGY AND ANATOMY at the Cross River University. Tell me what’s the relationship between #education and #passion? When will parents start guiding their children towards actualizing and living out their potentials instead of imposing one on them? So many destinies have been altered by Parents knowingly or unknowingly. Yes! Because they watched us grow up, they discover our potentials before we do! But for some reason, try to make amends by imposing a more professional career on us, therefore causing us to live ‘their’ lives and not ours! Take a second look at the picture of the little boy, th...
Naso I carry myself go Lagos o, invited for an occasion and boom Lagos here I come. Tired, famished and burned out from the crazy journey yet I was saddled with the yoke of dragging my baggage along my shoulder. Switching the load from one shoulder to another. The bag heavy eh! Girls with load! Ask me watin I carry sef? Only my makeup kit took like half of the bag before you talk of clothes and shoes and towel and all the other hodgepodge. I was literally dragging my own luggage as if I was carrying the sins of the whole wide world on my poor shoulders. Pity me! So I moved with the text description of the venue on my phone which I showed to the taxi driver since It was an unfamiliar address. He then dropped me at a particular junction and pointed eastwards advising me to cross over and take a stroll down since my destination was just a stone’s throw. I heeded and walked down the road but discovered that I've still not gotten there. I stopped to ask someone else and he to...
My hand luggage and backpack were meticulously packed for the journey, and since they were pretty portable, I decided to keep them with me instead of getting them checked in. On arrival at security checks, I was asked to declare all my liquids, and with a clean conscience, I brought out all my deodorants, perfumes, body lotion, liquid soap, toothpaste, makeup foundation, etc... It took me by surprise when, at once, the immigration officer gathered together all the above items (excluding one of the smallest bottles of my perfume) and said to me: “we’ll have to trash these”. 😳 You said…? I asked him like I didn’t hear him quite well the first time. And he firmly repeated himself: “We’ll have to put these ones in the bin”, he paraphrased. At that point, I was like “trash”? “Bin”? What’s the relationship between my newly purchased body cream and the bin? I really wasn’t clear what he meant and why for goodness sake he’ll want to shove all my stuff in the bin. Maybe the...
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