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Tuesday, October 27, 2015


Hey! Have you ever found yourself in a situation that you will be left with the towel hanging? .... NO? Well I have! Several times! My fierce loyalty to friends, always left me being the enemy!

I experienced it in school, in my neighbourhood and in blogsville. I won't bore you all with the details, I simply messed up big time! Hence, I withdrew into my shell. It is not you, but me. Cheesy cliche right? I don't know how to hide my heart since it is always on my sleeve, but I can roll down my sleeve to cover it up a bit chei? The same passion I used to like, it is the same I used to dislike, which is a trait I have been trying to suppress. So to help myself now, I rather don't want to know whatever ish is going on! This much I told two of my co-workers few days ago! There was a power -game being played out in the department, and one was trying to lure me to her side, I told both of  them, o-ha, that I was not interested to dance to any form of music being played! I should simply be left alone! Abegy! I did not come there to make friends or foes, but to earn my $$$!

I will conclude this post with the proverb an elderly man once told me during one of my loyalty moments; 'Come and join me fight!' They will say. When you do, they will take one step back, while you take one step forward, until you get to the front of the battle field, and realized you are the only one standing! So to many that will read this post, there is NOTHING, like OUR fight! It is YOUR fight, and MY fight. Even the bible says, do NOT meddle into affairs that does not concern you! I no dey hear word! OUCH!

Tuesday, October 20, 2015


For those who read my old blog, I used the word 'razz' to described myself, that some ,if not many, took it to heart, that one 'classy commenter' , used it to cuss me out when she disagreed with me on a post. For few, if not some, knew, I was being sarcastic! Because, I am a down-to-earth-person ... wait o, I once read that it is only poor people that are down to earth ...  and it amuses me to see some people trying so hard to present a different image for the public, by forming or acting effizzzzy! One commenter once said, it was all about packaging! Issorit!

I have lived in Nigeria for over 3 decades and have related with both the rich and poor, uneducated and educated, as neighbours, friends or clients, and I put it to you all, that, ALL HUMANS are the same, especially, when faced with the same situation, ONLY THE ENVIRONMENT that we grew up in makes us different! Do you guys understand what I am saying? If you don't, have you watched Eddie Murphy old movie, Trading places?' For those who might not have watched it, let me summarize it quickly; Two millionaires decided to bet on a game with $1:00; They made their rich stock broker to live the life of a poor beggar and vice versa, and each became the other person! Which made the millionaires to conclude that, it is the environment that shapes one's character! Since we do not choose which environment to be born into, we should respect other people way of living.

The word 'Razz' is a derogatory word coined by Nigerians to describe people who are not educated or not exposed or not trendy, or not 'tush' or not rich or grew up in certain poor areas or cannot get the expected media- looks through make-up, or look too African, or if you get into a fight or quarrel or say foul words! Some people who don't want to use the word 'Razz' itself, because they believe it is 'Razzy' {I coined it'} to do that, use the word 'Local' instead! And this is what I want to correct! LOCAL IS NOT RAZZ! I remember years back when a celebrity visited and she mentioned that a 'local girl' showed her around' ME-HN! BLOGSVILLE CRASHED WITH COMMENTS CALLING FOR HER LIMBS! Some commenters tried to explain that local was not a derogatory word, rather it was a term simply used to describe anyone who grew up in a particular town and knows the area at the back of her hand! WHO-SAI! They refused to listen o!

If you think local is an insulting word, why then do you say you are from so-so and so local government area? Abi, don't we fill that in many forms or state it in our resumes? I put it to you all that, people that go about calling others razz, are the ones that have inferiority complex issues with themselves! If the 'razz' people are given the same privilege as you have, believe me, they will turn out better than your 'tush' self! I know! Many atimes, it is said that money can never buy class? LIKE SERIOUSLY? WAIT O! What is class it self? Is it not the luxuries money can buy and the 'yanga' attitude that joins it? You think, the tomatoes seller you see on the roadside today, cannot become 'classy' if places are swapped? Everybody's shit stinks! Whether you eat food from a golden plate, with golden cutleries, or drink water from a golden goblet, you will not shit gold! It is still maggots that will eat all corpses in 6ft graves, whether in a diamond crusted or plain wood coffin!

My purpose for this long ranting post, is to tell people to STOP all these their yeye efizzy / fake lives they are living both in and outside the virtual world! You are doing more harm than good to yourself! Sometimes, they lose a helping hand or an important info because they have portrayed a larger-than-you-image!

Thank you for reading. Have a nice week ahead.

Tuesday, October 13, 2015


Hubby and I were about to drive out when we saw a Nigerian woman walked by, she was wearing ankara gown. We greeted her and introduced ourselves. She came to do omogwu for her son whose wife gave birth. She always took a walk in the mornings because she needs the exercise and tired of being indoors all day. We exchanged address and that is it o!

They live behind our street, and we have not gone to see them, none have I seen her pass since a month ago! Why this reluctance by we Nigerians to meet each other in a foreign land? There is this fear or uncertainty in us! Maybe she didn't tell them or she did and they told her they were not interested. I admire the Hispanics and Indians o. They have a connected community. 

From my past experience with Nigerians, I don't blame them or myself o jare! Once bitten, twice shy abeg! I have made friends in my neighbourhood. I was surprised at the cheerful greetings of one particular neighbour, whenever I escorted my daughter to wait for her school bus and walked my sons home when the school bus drop them off in the afternoons. Initially, I was aloof because It was strange to me to see a friendly neighbour! Since, the bus stop was in front of her house, we met a lot and started chatting, then we became friends. We visit each other and she introduced me to 3 other neighbours ... we only wave a greetings to each other. Wait o! Did I tell you guys, it was my first time to see a house-husband? I will gist you another day.

Ok! bye-bye! 

Tuesday, October 06, 2015


One of the things I like about my kids new school is the numerous home work they are given to do inside their laptops, except my son who is in 2nd grade. Before I print my eldest daughter's English essay every week, I always read it because the topics are very interesting. Infact, few days ago, I just finished reading one of her literature books she had assignment on. A very touching story written in 1954 by Kamala Markandaya, called 'Nectar in a Sieve.' 

Her essay of three weeks ago, really intrigued me. It was titled; 'The irony of the three questions' written by Leo Tolstoy. It was  short story about the three questions a king asked his wise men and he could not get a satisfactory answer and decided to seek out an old hermit that lived in the mountains. He got the answers to his three questions through his own actions without the hermit telling him the answers.

His questions were; 
1} If he always knew the right time to begin everything?
2} If he knew who were the right people to listen to and whom to avoid?
3} If he always knew what was the important thing to do?
As simple as these questions looked, the answers are not. We would all come out with different answers just as the king's three wise men did, and he disagreed with them. 

He eventually got the answer to his first question by helping the hermit who was working on his garden without being asked to, regardless of his status as a king, though he disguised himself. He saw a wounded man, emerged from the bushes, he helped him to bandage his wounds and told his personal physician to attend to him, he later found out the wounded man was a brother to his enemy whom he ordered to be executed, he forgave him and restored the family wealth to him, which answered his third question. Then the hermit told him, he has shown kindness and forgiveness, which answered his questions. Oh wait! It remained the second question right? By now you must have guessed the answer to it ... him going to seek out the hermit in the first place!

So my dear readers, what are your own answers to these three questions?